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hiccanna-tidbits · 3 years

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Hello! 🥰🌸

from "Questions You Should Be Able To Answer For Any OTP" 1,3,4,5,9 and 10 for moanida!😅💜 But you can answer all of them or only few of them is it's too much ahaha

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Coffee shop AU: Who is the barista, and who frequents the coffee shop?

I'm just imagining Moana being a barista at some hole-in-the-wall authentic Polynesian coffee place by the beach, and of course Merida because she damn well needs her caffeine in the morning or she'll pass out, and Rapunzel insists on starting these fucking Squad Beach Days early. Merida was honestly willing to take the first cup of coffee she could get when the gang first went into town, but uhhhhhh oh GOD that girl behind the counter is cute!!! Merida starts "ending up" in there quite a lot, although initially she can barely string a coherent sentence together in front of that cute barista and can't make eye contact for more than half a second. Extroverted as she can be, Merida dissolves into an absolute mess as soon as a pretty girl is involved XD

Merida also pretends to only like black coffee to make herself seem tough, but in reality she kind of hates it and prefers sugar-laden lattes and sweet teas. After a while, when she and Mo have established kind of a friendship, and Merida can have an conversation with Mo without imploding and making an idiot of herself, Mo notices Mer making a face every time she sips her Plain Black Coffee and kinda smirks and is like “You know, there’s no shame in adding sweeteners. I mean, for god’s sake, my favorite drink here is the blonde vanilla coconut latte, and I’m still pretty tough.” Merida is just like “OH THANK GOD” and finally admits that she’d much rather be ordering an Irish crème, toffee, buttered rum, cinnamon, or caramel latte. If the seasonal flavor selection offers any apple-accented or apple pie-esque lattes, Merida’s all about that shit, too! Probably the most “intense” drink Merida actually enjoys is a pretty spicy cinnamon latte. She ends up ordering this pretty frequently to impress Moana with her spice tolerance, even though she really doesn’t need to.

Also, in case there’s any question about it--yes, Moana absolutely memorizes Merida’s orders! Moana also memorizes what flavor syrups Merida seems to like best (i.e. spicy cinnamon, apple pie, caramel, toffee, butterscotch) and gives them extra shots of them in her drinks. When the manager complains about all of Merida’s favorite flavor syrups running out frequently, Moana is like “Oh nooooo, I have no idea why THAT could be! That’s terrible!”

Rivals to lovers AU: Who takes their rivalry seriously, and who is half in it just to push the other’s buttons?

I love the idea of them having a super-petty sports rivalry in a modern AU! Merida strikes me as being competitive as hell, so I’m betting anything she’d be the one to take it way too seriously and get increasingly annoyed with Moana outdoing her, while Mo kind of gives in and indulges Mer but is also secretly amused and kind of flattered that Mer is like...that into their rivalry. Moana’s just like *Regina George voice* “Why are you so OBSESSED with me???”

Like maybe in a modern-day college AU, Merida has been the star of her college’s archery team basically since freshman year. She wins the championships!!! She gets the trophies!!! She’s very well-known within the tiny niche community that is college archery!!! Then, come junior year, this girl in Merida’s year who Merida’s never even SEEN before shows up out of nowhere and makes the cut for the team. She’s honestly way better than she has any right to be (like judging by how she is with that harpoon gun, Moana’s aim is pretty damn good) and is constantly stealing the spotlight, and Merida is a very angry lass. Like it seems like no matter what she does, Moana can always one-up her, and Merida wants to tear her hair out in frustration. Doesn’t help that every time Moana does ridiculously good on a drill and gets 7 bullseyes in a row or some shit, she’s insufferably smug and cocky about it. Merida very-nearly throws a fit every time Mo outdoes her, and Moana honestly finds the whole thing pretty amusing. She’s sort of flattered that apparently only she can get such dramatic reactions out of Mer, and that just tempts her to push Mer’s buttons all the more.

Then, come the annual Big Archery Tournament Finals! As usual, Merida’s college’s team wins--although this time, it’s through a combination of Merida’s and Moana’s skills rather than just Merida kicking archery ass for like 2 hours straight. On the individual evaluations, Moana scores higher than Merida, but only by a little bit. Merida is, of course, extremely salty, but she’s also grudgingly grateful that Moana being there was able to give their team a definitive edge in the competition.

Afterwards, the team goes out for celebratory drinks. After probably 3 drinks too many, Moana finally works up the courage to try and actually like...have a straight conversation with Merida for once, instead of just communicating with passive-aggressive show-offery. She wanders over, sits next to Mer at the bar, and half-slurredly asks if she can declare a truce just for one night, in honor of their kind-of-teamwork winning the tournament. Merida is also a few drinks in, so she’s just like “sure, fuck it, maybe yer not so bad after all. Now prove to me you’re not a pain in the arse!”

They chat for a while, and it turns out Moana is actually pretty easygoing and fun to talk to when she’s not mega-flexing with her archery skills. After a few more drinks, Moana is like “...can I tell you something?” and Merida’s like “why not?”

And then Moana just goes bright red and looks away and admits that the whole reason she got into archery and boosted up her skills enough to join the team in the first place was because she saw Merida making like 50 bullseyes at the previous year’s tournament, and developed a huge crush on her--to the point where she did all this extra-ass shit just so she could join the archery team and get to know Merida better. Also, every instance of Moana acting smug and cocky after acing a drill or perfectly hitting a target? It was honestly because she was trying to impress and show off to Merida, and also because she’s awkward as hell and has no idea how to actually flirt without being joke-mean and joke-cocky. Merida, a much more emotional drunk than she will ever admit, starts crying and gets super apologetic, because oh god, she was being so mean and rude to this girl who only ever thought she was cool and wanted to impress her from the jump??? How COULD she??? Moana lowkey loses her shit laughing because how mad Merida got at being upstaged was honestly kind of hilarious, and she was actually really flattered that Merida was, again, that obsessed with their rivalry. It made Moana feel weirdly special that only she could get to Merida that much, and she honestly liked the attention, even if it...wasn’t the most positive XD And Merida starts laughing, too, because she’ll admit that in hindsight, this whole thing feels a little ridiculous, and extracurricular college archery really isn’t that big of a deal.

Finally, Merida just rolls her eyes and says “C’mere, yeh bloody show-off yeh” and grabs Moana by the front of her archery uniform and smooches her!!! The entire archery team hoots and hollers because OH SHIT, DAT GAY!!! Merida holds out her other hand and flips the entire team off, which honestly just makes them cheer more.

Enemies to lovers AU: Which one switches sides?

Depends a lot on the conflict, I think! Maybe a war breaks out in an AU where someone other than Moana is chosen to return the Heart of Te Fiti--I’m gonna say Tui, for irony’s sake! Moana and Sina take over as co-chiefs while he’s gone, but he takes significantly longer than Moana did in the quest, so Moana’s tribe is eventually forced to flee Motunui to find new fishing grounds before their island is overtaken by darkness. The people of Motunui sail across the world, trying to find a new place to call home. Unfortunately, every time they find a habitable place, it’s already occupied, and the people who live there are uninterested in sharing their already-scarce food.

Eventually they stumble upon Dunbroch, far enough away from Motunui that the seas aren’t affected by the spreading darkness, and fish are plentiful. Naturally, Moana’s tribe sets up a camp on the shores and starts catching as many fish as they can, hoping they’ve finally found a place where they can have enough to eat again. Unfortunately Fergus and Elinor aren’t too crazy about this, and are like “yo, these oceans and these fish and other game belong to the people of Dunbroch and you gotta leave” and Sina and Moana are like “Pls we don’t have any place to go and we’ve been barely eating for a long-ass time, can’t you spare some food?” and Fergus and Elinor are like “sorry bro, it’s almost winter and we have our own entire kingdom to look after, we don’t need more mouths to feed. You gotta be on your way or shit’s gonna get real.”

So Moana thinks this sounds sketch as fuck because like...there’s an entire forest full of deer, rabbits, and other game, and they have NO food they can spare??? That night, Sina sends Moana to spy on the kingdom, since she can be pretty sneaky when she wants. Moana manages to climb the castle battlements and watch through a window, and she sees a bunch of people enjoying a massive feast in a huge dining hall. Her eyes are particularly drawn to a girl about her age with a head full of bright, fiery curls, wearing a nice dark green dress and gorging herself on pastries adorned with white icing and raspberries.

Moana heads back and tells Sina “actually it looks like these assholes have PLENTY of food to spare, and they just want to keep it all for themselves” and Sina is like “well shit...why don’t we raid their food store, then??? They’ve gotta have one somewhere!” And so the Motunui village storms Castle Dunbroch at dawn, catching them almost completely by surprise.

The first thing Moana does is seek out the redheaded pastry girl, whom she’s developed a particular disdain for. When she rushes her, she’s surprised that the ginger girl whips around and immediately sends an arrow sailing into her shoulder. When Moana gets close, the redheaded girl pulls out a sword. Moana takes out a long, sharpened wooden spear made from a particularly tough oar.

She turns out to be much more competent than Moana expected, especially for someone who was shamelessly shoving sweets into her mouth not 7 hours earlier.

They go toe to toe Raya-and-Namaari style, and the redheaded girl admittedly gives Moana a run for her money. The longer the battle goes on, the more Moana’s rage grows. She taunts the redheaded girl the entire time, calling her a spoiled, selfish brat who’d rather gorge herself with all the sugar in the world than share even one grain of it. Merida, who hasn’t exactly heard good things about these people from her parents, is just like “well, you’re no better, showing up and thinking you can just steal what belongs to Dunbroch and we won’t put up a fight!”

And thus the war begins. Motunui is never quite strong enough to get through the guards and raid the food stores, and Dunbroch is never quite strong enough to fully drive Motunui out of the kingdom. Fergus and Moana are both far too stubborn to surrender (despite the fact that Sina is kind of ready to), and so the battles continue. Casualties start to pile up. Dunbroch seeks help from the other clans, but they refuse--they did not take their leaders’ sons being scorned by the Dunbroch princess lightly.

Over and over, Moana can’t help but be drawn to the redheaded girl. She realizes after a few battles that this girl isn’t just anymore, but the Dunbroch princess--her resemblance to the king and his protectiveness over her can’t be a coincidence. It only makes Moana hate her more--but time and time again, she isn’t able to get the better of the princess. Moana can fight hard, and she can be vicious--but so, she’s discovering, can the Dunbroch girl. The princess is clever and cunning, and underestimating her has almost gotten Moana a blade in the throat one too many times.

Merida would be the one to change sides eventually, I think (wooo! Finally got to the actual question!). Once she finds out her parents didn’t tell her the whole truth about their first meeting with the Motunui village and sorta fudged what happened, Merida is livid that they turned away people who needed help. She said if she had known there were people who were tired and hungry and just needed a place to rest, she would have gladly given up some of her own meals for them! To prove this, she gathers up her dinner--plus some apples and some pastries she was going to have for dessert--and puts it in a basket, taking it to the Motunui camp as a peace offering. Moana ambushes her and very nearly slices the basket in half, if only because Moana was convinced it was filled with venemous snakes. After some bickering, Moana finally snatches the food away and, after testing it to make sure it wasn’t poisoned, brings it to Sina.

Unfortunately, one basket of food isn’t enough to feed the village, and the fighting continues. Merida tries to convince her parents to share their food stores with Motunui, but they still refuse, saying they need those stores for their own people and the Motunui people killed any chance of goodwill they might get when they attacked. Determined not to see people starve, Merida starts stealing from the reserve herself and sneaking the food out to the Motunui camp. Moana is feeling a lot more kindly towards Merida at this point, and feels a little bad about being so quick to judge her initially.

Eventually, Fergus and Elinor notice the food in the stores going missing, and figure some of the Motunui villagers must be running stealth operations to sneak in and get it. Dunbroch launches a full-scale attack on Montunui--while Merida is at their camp sneaking them food, in fact. Fergus makes a beeline for Moana. Word has gotten out by now of the times she managed to spy on the castle, so her sneakiness is well-known--and Fergus is all but certain she’s the thief. He charges at her with his sword, aimed to kill, when his own daughter steps in the way.

He barely manages to stop himself, but he does just in time. Merida admits she was stealing the food the whole time, and she can’t let Fergus hurt Moana. Fergus demands to know why, and Merida tearfully admits “Because I love her!”

Fergus, in a rage, takes out his sword again and charges Merida. Swords clash between father and daughter, and Merida looks like she’s just about to be overpowered. Moana can see the fear and betrayal in her eyes, appalled that her father would actually contemplate hurting her.

Not wanting to see whether he actually would, Moana steps in and helps Merida to fend Fergus off. “Enough!” she screams. “How can you live with yourself? My father risked his life to try to save his daughter and his people--and you’re willing to fight yours because she doesn’t agree with all this senseless violence?! You make me sick! I’m standing with Merida, because...because I love her too. I’ll leave if you want, but I want this to end.”

This finally snaps Fergus out of it, and he and Elinor decide that maybe the fighting has gone on long enough--and maybe it’s not worth it anymore, if it’s pitting them against their own daughter now. They end up trying to work out something with Motunui. Establishing a peace treaty and figuring out how to proceed forward is a long and messy process, but everyone is willing to put in the work--for the sake of Merida and Moana, if for nothing else.

Soulmate AU: Who is eager to meet their soulmate? Who absolutely does not want to meet their soulmate?

Neither of them want to meet their soulmate XD Merida has just been repulsed by the idea of marriage and commitment since she was young, mainly because she can’t not see it as just a means of taking her freedom away and making her be subservient to someone. Besides, given the, um...heteronormative culture of Dunbroch and all, she assumes she’ll get not just stuck with, but cosmically bound to a man and that idea just...doesn’t do anything but fill her with unadulterated disgust XD Like please no, she’s perfectly happy to go where she pleases when she pleases with no one but Angus for company. The last thing she needs is some stuck-up, snot-nosed boy telling her what she can and can’t do.

Moana has similar concerns, although maybe a bit less extreme. She’s mainly worried that when she meets her soulmate and, as per expectation, marries them, she’ll be expected to “mature” into a full adult and fully embrace her responsibilities as chief, leaving behind her childhood dreams of exploring the ocean. Same as Merida, she’s worried the person she’s destined for will tie her down and prevent her from exploring and going on the adventures she craves so badly. She’s also, like Merida, worried she’ll get stuck with some lame, boring dude who she’ll be destined for because...he loves her!!! And will be really nice to her!!! But will not stimulate or interest her in any way whatsoever!!! And Moana is pretty uninterested in romance and dating regardless, so the idea of any kind of romantic partner who she’d hypothetically have to run crazy ideas by before just doing them doesn’t sound too appealing to her. Like, she’s happy where she is and having her friends and family for company, what does she need an SO for??? It just feels like the whole “soulmate” business is just the universe attempting to give her a babysitter, and Moana ain’t about that. She can do things on her own, dammit!!! And what makes the great elder love gods think she wants another person to keep track of on her escapades, anyways?!? It’s enough effort keeping herself safe without worrying about someone else!

Imagine their shocked delight when each finds out their soulmate is a) a girl and b) a girl arguably just as chaotic, adventurous, and rebellious as they are!!! They meet and they’re like “huh...maybe the universe wasn’t being some big dumb fucking idiot binding us together after all. I can work with this!!!”

Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

Merida is the pirate! Or at least...the one who becomes a pirate first! XD Maybe to escape her betrothal she steals a ship and flees Dunbroch, and BOOM trouble on the High Seas time!!! Eventually she sails to the south Pacific on her naval escapades, and stumbles on Motunui. When she finds out Moana is a chief’s daughter, she naturally kidnaps her and holds her for ransom--because screw it, she hasn’t successfully pillaged any merchant ships recently and she needs some cash. But instead of being like “Noooo take me home!” Moana is like “Actually this fucks, I’ve always wanted to sail the ocean anyways and my dad wouldn’t let me before, so you’ve accidentally given me an avenue to achieve my dreams!!! Thank you!!!” And Merida realizes that a first mate would actually be a lot more useful in the long run than a handful of hostage money, so she just kind of shrugs like “aight, yer on the crew.”

Merida is a bit salty because Moana takes to the pirate lifestyle excellently--so much so that before long, she’s arguably a better pirate than Merida XD While Merida is a bit cranky about being outdone in the art of piracy, she also can’t help but admire Moana’s natural aptitude for sailing and propensity for mischief on the High Seas!!!

Their ship is called “The Arrow,” and Merida definitely uses her bow during pirate-to-pirate combat! She teaches Moana how to shoot a bow, but discovers Mo is pretty nifty with a harpoon gun as well!

Childhood best friends AU: Which one was super obviously in love with the other the whole time? Who was oblivious until they were older?

Oooooh, this is a fun one!!! Admittedly I don’t usually think about these girls in a Childhood Friends to Lovers AU (very possibly due to...geographical constraints lol) so this’ll be a cool thought experiment!

SO in order to fix my unfortunate geographical constraints, I’m gonna say that this is an AU where the people of Motunui were wayfinders from the jump, and while voyaging (admittedly a LONG way), they stumbled upon Dunbroch. Moana’s parents and Merida’s parents immediately hit it off, and established a political alliance of sorts.

Moana, meanwhile, pulled the classic “little girl on vacation/at an event immediately seeks out other little girl and becomes best friends with her.” Moana and Merida naturally also hit it off immediately, and are both pretty bummed out when Tui and Sina want to leave and continue voyaging and such. However, they make plans to visit as frequently as they can and Merida and Moana are super hyped about this! They both always get extremely excited for said visits, and Little Moana nearly falls off the front of her family’s boat several times because she’s leaning over so far and squinting so hard to try and see Dunbroch.

I love the idea that Moana was the one who was totally smitten from the jump, to the point where it took her years to realize she was aspec because she was like “Of course I can fall in love!!! I’m in love with Merida!!!” She just didn’t realize most people have romantic inclinations toward more than one person over the course of their lives XD

It absolutely does not help that Merida is extremely romance-repulsed when they’re kids--mainly because she associates romance in general with being docile and acting stupid to impress some annoying macho guy, and that thought kinda makes her want to puke. That, and given how, er...heteronormative things are in Dunbroch, it doesn’t reall occur to her that romancing girls is like...an option. So poor Moana has always kind of resigned herself to thinking she has no chance with Merida, and keeps her feelings under pretty tight lock since she doesn’t want to ruin their close friendship and all and she doubts Merida even swings that way.

THEN when they’re in their early teens, Merida is like “hmmm...I wonder what it would be like to kiss Moana?” but then IMMEDIATELY feels weird for thinking that and tells absolutely no one. She’s definitely starting to feel something a little different than just platonic friendship though, and of course she’s also convinced Moana only sees her as a friend and probably doesn’t like girls.

Then one day they’re wrestling around out in the woods, like they have since they were little, and at one point Merida leans down and just impulsively kisses Moana. She’s super flustered and apologetic afterwards, but Moana just stares in shock before being like “holy shit, I never thought you’d actually want me too. Holy shit!!!!” After that, they start secret-dating and everyone around just thinks they’re still “very good friends” XD

When Merida turns 16 and gets the news of her betrothal, she’s devastated. It takes her several days to process her emotions, and several times she tries to protest to her mother, but Elinor steamrolls her and talks over her at every turn. Finally, when Merida can get a word in edgewise, she tearfully bursts out that she can’t go through with this because she loves Moana. Elinor, traditionally-minded woman that she is, is horrified by this.

When Fergus finds out, he GOES OFF at Elinor and sticks up for Merida. He basically says that she’s their daughter and they should want her to be happy, and they should be happy for her that she did find someone she loves, even if it’s a bit...unconventional.

Later, at the betrothal ceremony, Merida picks an archery contest for the suitors with the hopes of cheating the system and winning her own hand. Imagine her surprise when Moana rushes in late with a makeshift bow on her hip, shouting “I am Moana of Motunui, and I’ll be shooting for the princess’s hand as well!”

Luckily, due to Moana’s years and years of informal archery training from Merida herself, the other suitors really don’t stand a chance.

It turns out that Elinor and Fergus set this whole thing up, deciding in the end that their daughter should at least be able to marry who she loves if she had to get looped into a political marriage. And honestly, they weren’t going to say no to a stronger alliance with Motunui at the end of the day. Merida is so pleasantly shocked by the whole thing that she forgets to be mad about the fact that she’s still being pressured into a marriage pretty young XD Luckily, Moana has no intention of trying to hold Merida back or take her freedom away! Their relationship really barely changes after they officially become wives, and they’re still just as in love as they’ve basically always been.

As for the issue of heirs, Elinor and Fergus just make Merida’s brothers the heirs of Dunbroch, and Tui and Sina are fine with Moana and Merida choosing an heir for Motunui who isn’t necessarily their biological child. Neither Moana nor Merida are crazy about the “leaders have to be from the chief/monarch’s bloodline” rule anyways, so they’re more than fine with this!

This is in reference to this post! Still answering these questions for Moanida and Hiccanna, if I haven’t done so already!

@takaraphoenix come get your daily dose of Moanida!

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loubrary · 3 years

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Rob? I Never Rob!

Peter Parker x Chaotic Hero

M/n is a Robin-Hood-style hero, not only does he steal from the rich and powerful to help the poor, but he also enjoys tormenting the rich and powerful.

(H/n: hero name)

Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, some angst.

A/N: Timeline? What timeline?

It’s quite short, but I hope you enjoy it.

Inspired by this little ask sent to @iliumheightnights.

[ Masterlist ]

Peter was patrolling the streets when his spidey-senses took him to a penthouse in the city. In there he found the elusive hooded vigilante, h/n.

Some called h/n a hero, others a criminal. He was a kind of Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to help those in need. But his methods were a bit… chaotic, and some would argue, immoral. He had been tormenting financiers, executives, landlords, even politicians for over a year. No one knew who he was, and nobody had been successful in apprehending him. Peter could never bring himself to capture him either, not only was he sort-of supportive of the masked vigilante, but h/n was also insanely powerful.

Peter assessed the situation. H/n had a rich businessman tied in to what looked like a guillotine. Peter quietly moved through the ceiling preparing to web the hooded young man.

Peter was about to jump when H/n used his powers to hold him inside a force field in the air.

“So nice of you to join us Spider-Man!” The young man said without turning. “I got Mr. Big Oil here a little gift all the way from France.”

Peter banged his fists against the force field, but he knew it was useless. “H/n, stop. You have gone too far this time!”

“Au contraire, mon ami. This is just the beginning,” he said turning to Spider-Man.

Peter could feel h/n grinning under his mask.

The man struggled against the ropes and tried to call for help, his cries are muffled by the oily-looking rag stuffed in his mouth, tears started to run down his face. H/n grabbed the rope attached to the top of the device. The man whimpered and tried to beg for his life.

“Stop, listen to me, h/n! You don’t have to do this!” Peter yelled.

“Oh but he didn’t stop when he learned of the damage his business was doing to our planet, he didn’t bat an eye when our oceans got polluted, when animals were covered in crude oil. Isn’t that right Mr. Big Oil?”

H/n pulled on the rope.

“NOOOOO!” Peter shouted.

A squeaky sound echoed through the opulent room. Peter looked as the “blade” bounced off the man’s neck.

The masked man jumped and laughed histerically. “It’s a toy Spidey! You should know by now that I am opposed to capital punishment. Mr. Big Oil looks terrified, doesn’t he?”

“That’s not funny!” Peter said firmly.

“Oh but it is! This is just the icing on the cake, by the way. I already released his company’s confidential files to the public and emptied his accounts.” He turned to the man and squeezed his cheek. “Thank you for your generous donation Mr. Big Oil. I can’t imagine how you will pay for all of this now.” He gestured to the luxurious room.

The hooded man snapped his fingers and the guillotine disappeared, the businessman fell to the floor with a loud thud.

“My job here is done. Let’s go, Spidey!” H/n said, carrying Spider-Man still inside the force field. “I’ll buy you a churro if you promise not to web me and turn me in to the state puppets.”

Peter only grumbled.

Later they sat on the edge of a building looking at the city lights.

“What you do isn’t right, h/n.” Spider-Man said softly.

“What they did wasn’t right either.” H/n asserted.

“There are other ways—“

“What ways? Petitions? Protests?!” He argued. “Who’s going to fix this? The broken justice system? The government officials who are in these people’s pockets? We have tried to do things peacefully and follow the legal process and nothing has been done. We’ve been beaten, gassed, and called thugs, while these assholes keep destroying lives.”

Peter stayed silent. He understood h/n’s frustrations, but he still had doubts over his methods.

“I could talk to Mr. Stark—“

“No.” The hooded man replied coldly.

“H/n he could find a way to—“

“No! No way I’m talking to him!”

“But he’s—“

“I said no, Peter! Dad made billions selling killing machines! He didn’t listen to me then, and he won’t listen to me now. He’s not on my side, he only plays at being the good guy to clear his conscience!”

“M/n?!”

“Shit.” M/n stood.

“No, m/n! Wait!” He grabbed m/n’s gloved hand.

M/n looked at him through the mask before vanishing.

“He really misses you,” Peter whispered.

#peter parker #peter parker x male reader #spider-man #male reader #marvel #mcu #avengers #tony stark

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 4 years

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Dawn (6)

Loki x fem!Reader

ONE/TWO/THREE SHOT

Warnings:shhh!

Summary: A truce to end all wars leads to an alliance between Earth and Asgard in the form of Loki marrying a mortal. None of them what this. None except fate.

Word Count: I don’t know how many of you read this but oh Lords of whatever forces there are in this world, the things I hear. The girl my brother broke up with is have a lot of trouble letting go of him. To the point that she is dragging him through the mud in front of his friends one second and then begging his friends to make him talk to her another. it’s a roller coaster he wants to get off and is more than happy to admit all his faults and apologise for them as long as he gets some space to heal in his own. But nooooo. *sigh* Times like these when I think I was lucky to not be in a relationship in school and college.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

Eyes closed. Candles lit. Incense burning. Body soaked.

Everything inside you wants to drown in this bliss after the nightmare. Everything does. The incense from the garden of healers is working its way through your lungs and into your bloodstream, latching onto that which does not belong there; forcing it to give up and be out of your system after eighteen hours. The cold water filled with the flowers from Yggdrasil to the brim is tingling every wound and bruise. Well, except the ones on your neck and around your shoulders.

It is relaxing. It should be relaxing. That is what your mind keeps running in a loop instead of enjoying the way Asgard is taking care of you right now. But the continuous throbbing of your brain for apparently no reason is not making anything work.

Why are you so on edge right now? Your inner voice would shake you till your brains feel off if it could.

I don’t know. Your heart keeps jumping now and then; that poor thing is not sure what it is running to or away from. I don’t know.

It is frustrating to keep looking at the night sky outside while unconsciously scratching your head for answers that it cannot give you. I don’t know.

“May I be of some help?”

The siren voice soaked completely in the purest honey in the world comes from the archway leading to your bedroom. Your body turns in the tub to watch the source, creating ripples where you sit. It is him, your heart says as Loki stands there, leaning on the wall in that black shirt and black pajamas.

Of course, it’s him, your inner voice lets out a tired sigh before going quiet for a minute only to come back with a whisper resonating inside your head, your husband.

“Hmm?” is all you can muster while trying to force this unforeseeable lump inside your throat down. Loki parts his lips and looks down at something on the floor. His feet are naked, that lump in your throat grows a little. Great observation, your inner voice replies with a hint of sarcasm. “You have been struggling with that itch for quite a while. How about I help you with that,” he breathes with a tilt of his head, and the candlelight hits the pupils just perfectly for you to see the glow in those gentle eyes.

It does take some time for your brain to process that you are not breathing. It takes a little longer to realise that he has been standing there watching you scratch your head like some wild animal for quite some time. Very smooth, Y/N.

“Uh, it’s fine. I’ll shampoo it and it’ll be aww-aahh-”

Your right arm disagrees the moment you try to lift it up. You weren’t even hit, you stupid limb!

Loki is already taking patient steps towards the tub while the embarrassment is heating up your body, and this wonderful cold water. “It never hurts to have a working hand,” he states and your brain instantly deep dives into the endless oceans for the lit-up notorious corners imagining what all those hands can do.

You scooch a little inside the tub. Can he read my thoughts? Oh, Gods, I hope not. While you are trying to hide the hot thoughts of your vibrating brain, your left hand is undoing the knot of your hair; a gesture that welcomes Loki to draw a stool behind you, grounding his feet on either side of the subsection of the tub storing water just for the purpose of washing those beaten up locks.

Cold hands gather those Y/H/C tresses and push them away from you and into the sink section of the tub. Those frosty fingers come back to gather whatever is left; brisking by your neck, teasing your shoulders, marking your forehead, tantalising your temples, taunting your ears. And you can do nothing but let the tiniest touch of his fingers fire up your nerve endings.

“Rest your head here,” his voice whispers. With that low pitch, your body is ready to do anything it asks of you. Anything.

You feel his hands steadily undoing the knots in your hair. Slow and patient with his movements, he has made sure he has got all of them before your ears hear him dunking something into the water and pouring the cold elixir on your head. His hand is steady; so is the trail of water that trickles down from your temples into your head, making its way through the marred strands, doing its best to take the muck down with it before another wave comes. And with every wave, Loki’s palm rests on your forehead to stop that water from going anywhere it is not supposed to; gently pressing back into your head, feeling like his palm is taking with it all the burdens and horrors of the night that are weighing upon your soul.

Once the weight is all in the wet tresses, Loki turns to grab the shampoo- that Sybll was kind enough to leave for you- but stops to reach for the concoction he uses. Taking a generous amount in his palms, he mixes enough drops of water for it to start forming a lather. Once he is satisfied, he comes for your hair, starting with your head, smearing the product in every nook and corner, around the ears and on the back of your neck. Once he feels he has covered everything, he gets ready to get to work, never even letting you sense the high you are about to ride.

The fingers dig past the hair to make contact with the scalp and start a symphony with the skin as they massage every micron of skin they touch. You can feel your eyes turn back into your head at the perfect pressure they are putting onto your mess of a head; pressing into the pain, hurt, anxiety, mixed feelings, and releasing them all with the release of these cold little magic wands. Every press and release is a gush of serotonin just washing all over your existence; every wiggle of those fingers is a newfound lightness you never thought you could feel. In the midst of floating in a clear blue ocean of release, you do not expect a moan to escape your parted lips. And just as it does, you feel your body falling headfirst, realising the cruelty of gravity and jerking awake just as your moan registers in your hypnotised brain cells. Your hands catch hold of the edge of the tub and the water ripples at the sudden jolt.

“Everything okay?” Loki’s voice comes from behind you just as his hands stop moving in your hair.

“Yeah-” you clear your throat and shush your heartbeat to slow down- “yes.”

Don’t stop, please.

Every single strand receives the love and care it deserves; to the point that they are sure to question if you actually ever cared for them. So tender are his movements that three questions run inside your mind.

The first question- how can someone so soft ever have the heart to hurt anyone? The past of your world speaks of evils this God had brought to earth. In fact, it speaks it louder than the time when the same God was the one to bring down the threats that would have ended your planet once and for all. We all have our reasons to be manipulated by the darkness at some point in our life. I am a living breathing example of one.

The second question- how utterly vivid your imagination had to be to imagine what those very tender movements of his hands feel like on your naked skin? The mystery that was his supple touch, chasing the goosebumps on your body. How enticing was the mere thought?

The third question…………what was the third question?

Washed with the same scrutiny as they were lathered, Loki pats the water off before leaving the room to give you privacy.

Clean and dried, you take one of the green bathrobes to wrap around yourself and walk out into the bedroom where Loki stands stirring something in a small bowl. “Oh,” you cannot keep the mild surprise in, mostly because every ounce of the insignificant has escaped your body now, “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

“Not yet,” he answers quite seriously, his eyes on the bowl for a few more moments till they rise to look at you; and get stuck on you. You do not know what those eyes are seeing. Of course, you cannot comprehend the image- of something beautiful right out of a textbook- that you are for Loki in this slowed-down moment. The glowing delicacy shining still from the pollen of the flowers working on your skin, the wet hair strands teasing him of the closeness he has yet to feel; all of it wrapped up in green with one single knot. Oh, the prayers he feels coming out of him to be permitted to unravel that knot and bow down to worship you.

“What is that?”

Your voice brings him back to the bowl in his hand. He has to let his eyes adjust to the reality he stands in so as to come up with a reply in time. “It’s for your wounds. Here, sit down.”

You do. The copper bowl contains a muddy mixture with a pasty consistency. The handy mixer that seems smaller than it is in Loki’s long pale fingers is kept aside on the side table and his fingers dig themselves into the concoction. His eyes turn to you. “Your shoulders,” he requests. With the brilliance his pupils reflect, you can swear you would have given him your heart if he asked just as sweetly. And so you turn to the other side to sit with your robe slipped just above your chest, giving him all the exposed wounds the water could not get to as much.

The fresh red bruises along with the open scars marred from Torbarik’s bad etiquettes sink Loki’s heart a little. Now, he wishes he had ended his life with his own hands. It itches his chest deep inside to know how much it must be hurting you right now; given your inability to heal as fast as the Asgardians or frost giants.

“Thank you, Loki-” you bring him out of the slow train of overthinking misery is about to step on inside his head- “for coming for me.”

Loki’s fingers tenderly dab the paste over the wounds, instantly bringing a soothing cold fire over the cuts. “You are my wife, love. You should expect anything less than coming to your aid from me.”

You are my wife, love.

Your throat can visibly be seen sucking in as much air as it can to make sure you heard him right. Once your mind settles that this is in fact what Loki just declared, your brain cannot help but run those soothing words in a loop inside your head till they seep into every cell in your body, making that truth a part of your existence. And soon enough, parts of you are getting heated from the sudden confession. Your cheeks and the back of your neck are doing a really bad job of hiding the flush from his words. And on top of that, those fingers are doing one hell of a job, soothingly rubbing themselves on your shoulders and neck.

“Just two minutes and then it will dry and fall off. The wounds will close but the bruises will take some time to go away as per my observation.”

He has barely finished the sentence and you are already shifting in your place to turn and face him. He can see you have something on your mind that you want to speak and so, he puts away everything and sits there patiently for you to take your time to gather your words.

“Loki-” he darts a quick look to your nails digging into your knees- “you don’t...you don’t have to do...umm…-” your voice lowers to a whisper- “how do I put this-” you straighten your back and close your hands into a fist before looking him into those beautiful hypnotising eyes- “you don’t have to do anything you don’t really...feel. What you do not want to...do? Uhh...it’s just that...okay. Ahem. Because I am...I...oh my God-”

“I like you too.”

The white noise humming through your eyes feels like you have lost your ability to hear. The sudden roller coaster rush that your heart feels makes it want to save you from whatever height you are falling right now. You do not see it but the mere dilation of those starry y/e/c eyes at those words washes away any doubts Loki has of you not reciprocating his feelings. The fresh flush of heat emanating from your cheeks and the surprise-filled blink adds to the euphoria. “...you do?” you hushed voice cannot rise beyond this or you might start crying.

His smile is the response. The love in filling his eyes to the brim; something you have never seen before, not even for Thor. His hand moves to let his fingers caress your cheek. And oh! The cold touch of the back of his fingers with your hot cheeks is nothing short of the blessed fountain satiating the thirst of a traveller looking for eternal youth. Your eyes close on his touch, your head tilting, giving into his brush. “I have always liked you, Y/N,” Loki asserts softly, his hand embracing you while his thumb grazed your cheek, “today you just resonated my feelings and made me fall in love with you.”

Your hand rises to engulf his into yours. Like a heavyweight lifted from your chest, you feel your body breathe again. Your foreheads meet, exchanging what feels like a lifetime of unspoken feelings. They were there for quite a while; it just took them a brush with danger to surface and show their colours- their strength and their weakness- all in one night.

This is the first time you are so close to him, being able to witness all the perfection that is Loki, the God, the strategist, the Silvertongue. Yours. All yours. His lips parted, his cold breath a verse teasing your lips. His dark lush eyelashes heavy with a newfound need, hiding it in those eyes gone dark. His tongue licking his lips, waiting for your approval even though you are right in his reach. Your fingers, with a mind of their own, touch his chin, wanting to travel to his lips, feel them, want them. The craving is making your stomach turn, your breaths shallow and length apart till it is unbearable. You close that inch of space to let your love-deprived lips land on his, hesitant at the gesture. But Loki welcomes it. The first sweet kiss bursting lights inside the both of you. And with the first, the urge for the second grows. His tongue tastes your lips, and you let it enter; you let it discover every edge needy for his touch. Your tongue plays with his, lets him know how much you want it; how much you want him. So do your hands. Running over his chest, they find their way to his neck and hair. His, on the other hand, draw you closer to him- one by the waist, the other supporting your neck- carefully so as not to hurt your still-healing wounds- while pulling you further into him.

There is a mellifluous clash of your bodies that night, hands discovering each other, heat siphoned by the cold, love pouring in tender kisses over the bare skin, fingers entangled in hairs, pleading for more. Hips crashing into each other like lazy tides under the pleasant moonlight on a deserted shore, moans filling the ears, satiating the hunger of giving the satisfaction to their lover, breaths both hot and cold creating such wondrous mist in the midst of that steaming love-making. The fulfilling rise to the high, the tides reaching the rocky shores, wanting more to come crashing with thunderous vibrations. And thunderous they are, making you see rainbows in the back of your head. The best part is that love does not stop at discovering the bodies. It continues, with the willingness to take care of you, with pulling the duvet over your body and gathering you in his surprisingly strong arms, with that sweet longing and deep kiss on your forehead, and then your nose and then your lips, telling you that he is yours. All yours. For eternity.

“What’s happening? Sybll handed me the sparkliest dress in whatever wardrobe this appeared from and said it was urgent. Is this another one of Odin’s tradition things?”

Loki is already walking towards you as fast as he can. And while he does, you notice a blue bruise on his neck which you are pretty you did not mark him with. We were so gentle! I couldn’t have. Could I?

“What’s that on your neck?” you cannot help yourself.

“Yes,” Loki nods, “this is-”

“Y/N,” Thor calls for you from the halls, “you are here. Look who is here to meet you!”

Your eyes are wide and already turning to Loki for answers, who is drawing in a loooong breath. “Yes, this is what I was talking about. The bruise is also for...this. Come on, let’s go meet your self-declared father.”

You don’t even have to guess who Loki is talking about, for that very moment you enter the great hall, Tony walking with his arms open to embrace you.

“How are you doing, kid? These Asgardians treating you well?”

His hug is more than welcome and you throw yourself into it. Oh, and he smells like home. Tom Ford cologne and Quinnjet- just like you remember. “Tony, it is so good to see you.” Your lips cannot stop smiling and the smile turns even wider on seeing Rhodey and Carol standing behind him.

Rhodey’s bear hug still has the same power to cure your homesickness while Carol’s embrace just tells you she is here for you now and whenever.

“Loki.”

“Stark.”

They still greet each other the same way- a simple nod and...that’s it. Same goes for Rhodey. Carol, on the other hand, has a special fistbump for her partner in galactic crimes of justice. “You still owe me one artefact from your vault, Loco,” Carol mentions, making Loki chortle.

“You still owe me a decent fight.”

“Bullshit. I cleaned the floor with your face last time, you trickster.”

“I’m sorry, I cannot hear you over the sound of my undefeated title.”

“Oh, okay okay okay. It’s on, Loki boy. It is on!”

“Before anything is on,” you interrupt, “how about we go have a drink. Or two.”

“Yes, I love that,” Thor smacks you in the back, forcing you to swallow the grunt politely as you lead the way.

Asgards finest wine and beer are being served and you cannot help but notice Thor eyeing you and Loki with certain veiled judgement while conversations are made around the table. You let it slide, hoping it’s Tony being Tony.

“Isn’t that right, Stark,” Thor laughs and looks at him.

“Yeah, yeah, all good,” Tony replies with disinterest, his eyes stuck on you, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I have to ask. What is that bruise on your neck?”

The whole table goes silent. Loki’s drink is paused right by his lips while Carol sips hers with peak interest while shifting her curious gaze between Loki and you.

“It’s nothing,” you respond lightly with a shake of your head, wanting the conversation to go back to whatever it was.

“We tried to get the same tattoos,” Loki adds, “it did not work so I removed it in my Asgardian ways. The bruises are nothing. They’ll vanish within two more days.”

You nod a liiiittle vigorously in agreement, making Tony narrow his eyes in suspicion. “I don’t buy it. Y/N, look at me. Tell me what happened. I need to know that you are safe.”

Thor looks at the two of you. You know it will be difficult to make Tony understand your safety concerns. Even if you are safe here now, he will see it as nothing else but an excuse to take you away from here. And even take Loki with you if that’s what it takes. Or worse, he might actually start a war with the enemies here. You know of at least five people who would agree to this and stand on the front lines of that very fight.

“Tony it’s nothing,” you try to convince him.

“Y/N. What. Happened.”

Thor is about to open his mouth when you do the most outrageous thing you could think of.

“Loki and I tried some stuff, okay!” you nearly yell.

At this point, everyone is looking at you with more questions in their eyes. Even Loki.

“We experimented with BDSM,” you finally blurt out, keeping your head high, “and I liked it.”

Silence.

Carol’s silence is a victorious one; like she was waiting to hear this. Rhodey’s is more uncomfortable and you know he just wants to get up and go from there before hearing any more details about this. Loki’s silence is on the lines of appreciative surprise towards you. He is impressed. And at the same time getting some ideas.

And Tony?

His beer glass shatters in his hand. That pretty much answers it.

“W-what is beady-essum?” Thor is the only one sitting there in confusion while Carol is the only soul who guffaws through the thrilling silence.

“YESSS! I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU TWO WERE SMUSHING BOOTIES!!”

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ahufflepuffhobbit · 4 years

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@alienfuckeronmain tagged me in a super long list of questions to get to know me, which I’m THRILLED about! Since I don’t think many people will want to read through 49 things about me, I’m going to tag @jessiohhh, @armiteggio, and @watsonmoony up here, to do if you want! (Yes I’m tagging you all again, but still, no pressure!)

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or blue pen? black pen all the way

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or city? I had to actually think about this because I have always loved cities so much. BUT. I think I like the idea of living in them more than I would actually like it. I definitely prefer the peacefulness of living in the country though, especially if it’s near a body of water. Could even just be a stream or pond.

3. If you could learn a new skill what would it be? Hmmmm. Most of the skills I want to learn wouldn’t be useful?!? Like, learning Elvish. I suppose it would be nice to actually learn to draw. OR GROW PLANTS.

4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? Coffee, yes, with creamer too. Tea is had black though.

5. What was your favourite book as a child? How are we defining child? Because like. Under 10 age, it was the book called The Witches and the Singing Mice by Jenny Nimmo about these two tom cats that save the children in a village from witches who put them in a coma like thing. I fucking loved it and yes, I still have it on my shelf.

6. Do you prefer baths or showers? showers! I’ve never been a bath person. I don’t understand it. Showers are the ultimate for chilling out and winding down, and mine tend to last like thirty minutes or as long as we have hot water.

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would it be? I... have no fucking clue. Fairy?? (unless we’re including hobbit in mythical, which I think we should because that’s my choice)

8. Paper or electronic books? Paper. I’ve found that if I read published books electronically, I tend to not take it as seriously or judge it more harshly. Or maybe the books I’ve read electronically just sucked. IDK.

9. What is your favourite item of clothing? I stole a hoodie from my dad when I moved out. I’m pretty sure he’s had since the nineties. It’s just light blue and soooooo soft.

10. Do you like your name or would you like to change it? I used to not like my name (Robyn), but I’ve learned to love it and I wouldn’t want it to be something else.

11. Who is a mentor to you? One of my professors, probably. I still check in him with once a year, despite not having him as a teacher in about seven years. He helped me understand the psychology field a lot better, and I felt more prepared becoming a therapist because of him.

12. Would you like to be famous and if so, what for? fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck no. If I get famous for anything, it will be for having a trademarked expression showing my displeasure.

13. Are you a restless sleeper? Yes, indeed. I’ve had insomnia for about fourteen years. It’s worse when I’m going through the PTSD season (roughly September-December), and the rest of the year I tend to move around a lot or talk in my sleep.

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic person? yesssss but I think other people would disagree

15. Which element best represents you? water!

16. Who do you want to be closer to? I have gotten better at pursuing friendships, and those things take time, so I’m not sure if there’s anyone in particular that I’m like, scared to approach.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment? my parents, always. Living twelve hours away sucks balls.

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. Okay. I was once brought home by a police officer when I was nine for loitering at a pet store down the street. The employee (who had to be like seventeen or something) called the fucking cops instead of just talking to me. And then I panicked and tried to run, IMMEDIATELY got caught, and then tried to lie about where I lived. Needless to say, by the time the cop got me home, he was thoroughly unimpressed and was very rude to my dad as a result and apparently made some comment about him not being a fit father because he was covered with tattoos (???). (Also, I recognize that me getting away with this is peak privilege)

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? All of freshman year, a friend and I would combine our breakfasts/snacks in our English class. This typically was strawberry poptarts, cheetos, and pink lemonade. It’s actually really fucking good. Super bad for you.

20. What are you most thankful for? the support of my partner, even though I’m currently annoyed at him.

21. Do you like spicy food? Nooooo, I cannot handle it at all

22. Have you ever met someone famous? Yes! Mostly from Cons and stuff, the highlight of which was meeting Nicholas Brendan.

23. Do you do you keep a diary or journal? not usually, but I will write things down to help with processing them. After my grandma died and the subsequent family drama, there was a lot of ‘journaling’

24. Do you prefer to use a pen or a pencil? Pen! Can’t stand pencils.

25. What is your star sign? Sagittarius

26. Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? What kind of question is this? Who likes soggy cereal?

27. What would you want your legacy to be? That I tried my best, honestly. I don’t think about it much beyond that.

28. Do you like reading, what was the last book you read? i LOVE reading. I’ve fallen out of the habit since I went through college and haven’t been able to get back up to where I was. The last book I read all the way through would have been Hunchback of Notre Dame, which I actually thoroughly enjoyed! Currently I’m reading my way through the History of Middle Earth, which means jumping between seven different books to do chronologically.

29. How do you show someone you love them? my love language is quality time or physical touch, so spending time and lots of hugs!

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? In lemonade or juice drinks, yes. Everything else no - especially not water

31. What are you afraid of? Oh, so many things. Top of the list is the loss of my family or cats.

32. What is your favourite scent? Lavender, sandalwood, or the ocean

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? I don’t tend to address anyone by their name...

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? I would honestly be home a lot more and not have a TBR pile consisting of over a hundred books.

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? I don’t really have a preference! I love water and swimming, so any body of water works for me. I won’t, however, swim in a pool when I’m near an ocean. That just seems weird to me.

36. What would you do if you found £50 on the ground? Probably spend it, honestly. Buy a meal for myself or something a bit fun.

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? I think so?

38. What is the one thing you would want to teach your children? I am except from this question because that will not be happening! I do try to make sure my niece accepts herself for how she is and that she doesn’t have to BE anything to be loved

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? Well, I have tattoos already. And I have one planned for next month! I’m getting a Sweet Pea on my forearm for my grandma, because she always called me a sweet pea. Other than that, I have plans to the ring poem by tolkien around my ankle in the black speech.

40. What can you hear now? I can’t do anything without listening to music, which is currently Pirateship by Rumahoy, because @alienfuckeronmain has gotten me into metal like I’ve never been before

41. Where do you feel the safest? In my partner’s hugs

42. What is the one thing you want to overcome/conquer? hating my body

43. Of you could travel back to any era, what would it be? I don’t want to chooooooose. All of them. All of them.

44. What is your most used emoji? the crying laughing face

45. Describe yourself using one word. Random!

46. What do you regret the most? Regrets.... I guess I regret not being closer to the side of the family that has always liked/supported me until I was an adult. I could have had so many more memories with them and been closer to those cousins! Instead of the ones that straight up abandoned me. Good times.

47. Last movie you saw? King of Staten Island, actually. It was pretty good, but I felt like it ended too early

48. Last tv show you watched? It’s always New Girl, technically, because I fall asleep watching it. Other than that, probably John Oliver last week.

49. Invent a word and it’s meaning. I don’t invent words. I do, however, invent a sign language of my own that involves gesticulating wildly while trying to convey my meaning. I have no way to describe these signs in text, unfortunately.

#me #info

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reddie-fangirl24 · 4 years

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The Abyss Part 2 (A Reddie/Abyss Crossover)

NOTE: I know that you have all been waiting for an update on this story. I hope you enjoy!

The team of scientists scrambled in the labs to find a solution, any solution, to free the trapped explorers. The Losers paced around, worried about their friend’s safety. They had been listening to radio transmissions of the dive. The last thing they heard was a panicked Eddie alerting Richie about rocks and then that was it. They lost all communication via radio. There was a crew just getting ready to scuba dive into the depths of the ocean when Beverly noticed something on the screen.

“Guys, come look at this!” She urged the Losers.

On the surveillance camera, a figure was swimming through the water, out from the submarine. They were struggling to hold something up.

Bill’s heart throbbed. “Is that…”

“Deepcore, Deepcore, do you read?” Eddie’s panicked voice sounded over the intercom.

Stealing the radio from one of the scientists, Mike answered his friend’s calls. “We read you, Eddie! We’re here!”

Dr. Brigham, the head of the marine biologists, snatched the radio from Mike, eying him. “What’s going on, Eddie? What’s happening?”

“Go to the infirmity, get the cart, oxygen, the defib kit, uh, oh yes, adrenaline… and-and heating blankets! Lots of heating blankets! Please, do you have all that?”

“Affirmative, Eddie!” Dr. Brigham answered. “We’ll have everything ready!”

“Meet me in the moon pool!” Eddie ordered, breathless. He was trying to remain as calm as he could. His heart was pounding in his chest. Focus, focus on your breathing. It was just five more minutes! Oh please, Richie let this work! Eddie couldn’t bear to glance at Richie’s limp body which was easier than he thought to drag through the abyss. Eddie could only hope that they’d make it in time.

Everyone feverishly scrambled around, even tripping over one another once they arrived at the moon pool. Richie was right. Although very bright these scientists were quite aloof to the most simple tasks.

Finally, Eddie’s blurred shape was made out through the water. Now they noticed Richie’s lifeless body.

Bill and Mike dove into the pool, ignoring the frigid temperature once Eddie surfaced, struggling to hold his boyfriend by himself. Together the Losers helped carry Richie to the hard surface, laying him on the floor. Ignoring any help offered to him, Eddie scrambled to remove his mask and pushed through the crowd, dropping to his knees.

His boyfriend’s glassy eyes stared up at him in an image so nightmarish that Eddie felt his heart stop.

“Give me the defib!” Eddie growled, snatching them from Dr. Brigham.

“You don’t have…”

“Bud, just let him do it!” His wife argued warming up the machine. Then she noticed Eddie preparing to snap the defibs against Richie’s chest. “You know the defibs can only work against flesh. His shirt…”

Taring Richie’s shirt in shreds, Eddie went to work. The thought that Eddie just ruined one of Richie’s favorite shirts crossed his mind, but that wasn't important. He’d make it up to him. Hopefully.

Preparing the machine, Eddie held the defibs over Richie’s chest, waiting.

“Clear!”

Richie’s body jerked from the circulation of the defibs. Nothing.

“Come on, Richie! Fight!” Eddie cried.

“He’s still not breathing.” One of the scientists remarked with little empathy. Eddie eyed him. The man had a problem with everything. Including his relationship with Richie.

“Again!” Eddie ordered.

The machine beeped and Eddie pressed the cold iron against Richie’s flesh a second time. Again, Richie’s body jerked but there was still nothing. His eyes remained like the eyes of a doll. No life. An oxygen mask was placed over Richie’s mouth. Multiple fingers pressed around his neck searching for a pulse.

“Come on, get it ready again!” Eddie screamed, his voice croaking.

“Eddie, calm…”

“Don’t you tell me to calm down! He’s my boyfriend for crying out loud! Start the machine up!”

Eddie’s lack of manners made Beverly shiver, grasping Ben. The Losers remained a close distance to the scene. Little tears fell from Bill’s eyes. Please, no, they couldn’t lose another.

Richie’s body jerked one more time. Nothing.

“It’s not working, the line is flat…” Dr. Brigham’s wife reluctantly announced.

Throwing the defibs to the ground, Eddie immediately got to work pumping his fists against Richie’s chest, performing CPR.

“1-2-3-4-5 BREATHE!” Eddie hoarsely commanded to his fellow scientists. Air was breathed into Richie’s mouth through the oxygen mask.

Eddie kept vigorously pumping, begging for his boyfriend to wake up. Eddie was unaware that the other scientists were glancing at each other in worry and utter sadness. Two hands fell on Eddie’s shoulders while Dr. Brigham reached over to grab Eddie’s arm.

“Eddie…”

“1-2-3-4-5 BREATHE!”

“Eddie!”

“BREATHE!” Edd commanded, flying spit from his mouth.

“Eddie,” came Beverly’s voice, holding his shoulders tightly. “Honey, he’s dead.”

Sniffling, Eddie stared into his love’s lifeless eyes. His face was scarcely pale. And his lips were blue from hypothermia. His image resembled… Jack Dawson from Titanic. And now Eddie was Rose. Alive. Free to live on. Without his love.

“It’s all over,” Dr. Brigham announced removing the oxygen mask. “I’m sor-”

“NOOOOO!” Eddie howled, practically whacking everyone’s comforting hands away. “NO! NO! NO!” Eddie screamed roughly pounding on Richie’s chest again. “Richie, you can do it! This was your plan! Now breathe! You have never backed down from any situation in your life!”

Leaning down, Eddie breathed into Richie’s mouth. Then he went back to the chest compressions as he remembered their first kiss, holding hands while walking through the park, and Richie comforting him, assuring that no matter what, he would always be there for him during the nights he’d wake him from nightmares.

“Again!” Eddie commanded picking up the defibs.

The machine took some time to warm up until it was given the clear. Richie’s body jerked.

“FIGHT!!” Eddie screeched in a hoarse voice, making everyone jump, pressing against the man’s chest. “You’ve encouraged me to keep fighting! Now it’s your turn! Fight! Fight, you asshole, fight!”

Right then, Richie’s body moved, and his throat jerked. Finally, his eyes blinked.

Coughing up the water that flooded his lungs, Richie came back to life, shivering from the cold. The oxygen tank was thrown over his face. Everyone laughed and cried, especially Eddie. The poor thing looked confused as ever, glancing around at each person surrounding him. Richie was looking for Eddie.

There was little time before Richie would close his eyes again, but Eddie grabbed hold of his hand before he passed out. “You did it, Trashmouth!”

Lifting him onto a gurney, The Losers had to hold Eddie back, not allowed to follow Richie to the infirmary. He was hysterical, sobbing, unable to catch his breath. Beverly hugged him, along with Ben. They were all crying and shaking from the scare.

Dr. Brigham put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “Just let him rest for the night. He will be okay.”

It was nightfall when Richie stirred hearing a noise. Blankets bundled him to the bone. A cup of warm cocoa sat on the table, steaming. And there was Eddie, smiling in relief at the entranceway of the infirmary.

“Hello, trashmouth,” Eddie greeted tears in the corners of his eyes. “They instructed me to leave you alone for the night, but I couldn’t wait.”

Richie smiled, tiredly. “Get over here, you!”

Immediately Eddie climbed into the bed, snuggling closely next to his love. The bed wasn’t large enough to accommodate the two of them. It didn’t matter much to Eddie and Richie. Being together meant more to them then having lavish comfort.

“How’d you know I needed a warm cuddle?” Richie whispered, smelling Eddie’s glorious scent.

Eddie leaned into Richie’s shoulder. “I always know.”

They were quiet, staring at the dark ceiling.

“So, do I get an A+?”

Eddie chuckled, kissing his cheek. “A-.”

“What? It worked, didn’t it?” Richie complained though he was still smiling.

Noting that Richie was hardly able to keep his eyes open Eddie moved a strand of his hair to the side and cupped his loves smooth face with a warm hand. “How do you feel?”

“Been better. Can you stay and snuggle?” Richie asked him, unable to keep his tired eyes open any longer.

Eddie hugged him tighter. “Anything you want.”

“A message with your warm hands?”

“Sure.”

“A hot shower together?”

Eddie kissed his lips. “Ask me when we get home.”

“No fair! How soon?” Richie complained like a child.

Eddie smiled at him. “Tomorrow.”

“I like that.”

Eddie kissed his nose and lied his head in the crook of Richie’s neck. “Sleep.”

And the lovers drifted off to the sleep, holding one another close.

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 5 years

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What do you think would have happened if somehow it had been Ax in the construction site and Elfangor in the ocean dome ship? Like they're still themselves, but the Ellimist switched them at the last second so it was Elfangor on the team instead? Would it have worked? (I'm totally not asking this to give Elfangor time with his son, nooooo ;))

In this version of events, there would be no Animorphs.

I could see it happening. Ax is so eager to help in the battle that he says “screw it” and takes a fighter, only to end up crashing it almost immediately. Elfangor stays in the Dome ship to try and protect the noncombatants, only to end up under the ocean. Elfangor might even do fairly well for himself, given that he’s a more experienced morpher than Ax and also knows Earth’s oceans better.

But Ax has no reason to go to the construction site where the Time Matrix is hidden. Even if he ended up there anyway, there’s no way in hell he’d give five humans the power to morph. Ax has to spend over two months living and almost-dying by the Animorphs’ side before he finally trusts those humans enough to tell them how andalites eat (#8). Even after he starts to open up to Tobias and the others, he hesitates to identify an andalite porta-potty (#14), automatically mistrusts his own team when they contradict andalite authority (#18, #38), and rarely tells the others about any aspect of andalite tech that he thinks they don’t urgently need to know (#11, #33). Ax develops over time, and in some ways he comes to trust the humans even more than the andalites by #46 and #52, but he’s definitely not there in the first book.

Not only that, but Ax struggles against a real sense of betrayal in #4 and #8 when he realizes what Elfangor has done. He is baffled and hurt by the idea that his brother’s last act was to break an enormous taboo, and he takes the blame for that crime in spite of still feeling (as of #8) that it was the wrong thing to do, even if Elfangor had no choice. Early-series Ax thinks that giving aliens the power to morph was not only legally wrong, but morally wrong.

If Ax crash-landed in a construction site in front of five human witnesses, he’d probably respond the same way he responds to first meeting the Animorphs in canon: by knocking them out with a dracon beam and treating them as controllers until proven innocent. He might escape Visser Three instead of staying to fight, and he might even find a way to meet up with Elfangor again. But the planet would be in considerable trouble if there were no human morphers to defend it.

#animorphs #animorphs meta #anonymous #asks #Ax #Aximili #precious cinnamon bun #elfangor #sorry for the nonanswer

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starlight-drive-in · 5 years

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All My Life, for You - Ch. 1 - The Good Life

This chapter: Saeyoung Choi/MC (named), Saeyoung Choi/OC Later Chapters: Saeran Choi/OC, Saeran Choi/MC

Fic Description: Mi-Cha and Saeyoung have been happily married for 5 years and their lives have never been happier. The same could be said for Saeran who is now in a much healthier place than he was a few years ago. The twins are close once again, their lives are healthy and normal for the most part. It would seem the picture perfect happily ever after, if it weren't for the fact that someone who has been looking for them for a long time is about to make an unwelcome appearance.

Saeyoung has two things in this world he has sworn to protect, and nothing is going to stop him from keeping his promise this time.

Chapter Description: MC and the twin's are on vacation, enjoying some much needed time off. MC's name is Mi-Cha, Saeyoung calls her "MC" as a nick name because he's a huge dork. This first chapter is sickeningly sweet and definitely cheesy (don't worry things will get serious later) - but this is Seven and MC we are talking about. Also Saeran's a troll this chapter, but he's a soft boy inside. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19773562/chapters/46809151

In all his wildest dreams Saeyoung Choi never thought his life would be like this. Relaxing at the beach with the two people he cared the most about in the world? He was pretty sure he would never achieve something so amazing yet so simple as this.

If he was being honest with himself he never really thought about where his life would end up. Surely dead by the age of 25, either by the hands of the agency or by his father if he had ever answered the question honestly.

But that was before. Before her. Before the real truth came out. Before he found out about all the lies. Before he found out the one thing he was positive in accomplishing just seemed like an elaborate scheme out of some type of angsty day time drama made to make women swoon at all the tragic boys in it.

Well, that was all in the past now. He and Mi-Cha were about to celebrate their 5th wedding anniversary. He and Saeran were close again. Something hadn't thought was possible to ever achieve again. He wasn't involved in the agency anymore, they'd all but disappeared shortly after his and Vanderwood’s departure. Which was, of course, no fault of his own. No, not at all.

Everything was good now. More than just good he thought, watching Mi-Cha's hips roll back and forth as she waded into the ocean. Oh yea, God had blessed him indeed. He loses himself for a moment just admiring her shape, and the waves lapping at her skin. He bites his lip absentmindedly as he suddenly has a great urge to get back to the hotel.

“Isn’t it a sin or whatever to ogle a woman like that” He hears Saeran say through his fantasies, approaching from behind and plopping down on the towel next to Saeyoung.

Saeyoung’s mouth slacks in embarrassment at getting caught by his twin for just a moment before he retaliates. “Not when that woman is my wife. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it when you’re older”

“Ya know I was going to give you the other half of this ice cream but now, I don't think I will” It’s then that Saeyoung even notices said ice cream, just in time for Saeran to take a huge bite of the aforementioned other half.

“Aw maaaan you know that’s my favorite.”

“What a coincidence it’s mine too!” Searan gives a devilish grin, taunting his brother.

Saeyoung rolls onto his side “Waah you’re so mean, how could you leave your only brother to starve like that!

“Payback’s a bitch Saeyoung” Saeran responds, finishing off his snack.

Saeyoung immediately seises his dramatics and sits back up placing a hand on his brother's shoulder “Shit, Saeran I’m sorry.”

Saeran lets out a cackle. “You should see your face! Holy shit.” Quickly turning to hysterics in rolling laughter, assuming a similar position on the ground that his brother previously displayed. “I’m just fucking with you!”

Saeyoung’s mouth slacks again, this time in disbelief at Saeran’s dig at him. “You got me good that time.” He admits with a smile.

The two of them had been through a lot together, and not together. They had suffered enough hardships for multiple lifetimes. There were things Saeyoung would never forgive himself for. Some part of him hoped that Saeran would never fully forgive him either. But after drug withdrawals, suicide attempts, explanations upon explanations, written letters, failed joke attempts and enough ‘I'm sorries’ Saeyoung had quickly lost count, Saeran had finally warmed back up to him.

He started smiling again. The first time he laughed at one of Mi-Cha's jokes he almost cried. The first time he laughed at one of Saeyoung’s jokes he did cry. At first, Saeran had found Saeyoung’s jokes annoying, and no doubt still does but when the resentment for him had faded he discovered they had more in common than not. They both had a sort of dark sense of humor that the other one understood so deeply due to the fact that even after their separation they had still spent more than half their lives together.

Since then it's only gotten better. Saeran will dig at him like this every now and then but honestly? It doesn't bother Saeyoung in the slightest, it's nice to see his brother coping and recovering, and if that was how he wanted to do it then it was more than ok with him.

“Are you trying to kill your brother again?” Mi-Cha says, returning from her swim in the ocean and ringing out her hair.

“Sorry Mi-Cha, it’s a beloved pastime of mine.” Saeran shrugs, lying back on his towel, arms folded under his head.

“Nooooo, MC not you too!” Saeyoung latches onto her leg, pleading.

“I'm sorry babe, it was just too easy. You know Saeran loves you vewy much and would never try to hurt you.” then adds “again” through a muffled cough.

Saeran nods. “She’s got me there”

Saeyoung laughs despite the truth in their statements. “I love you guys,” he says earnestly “thank you for coming with me.” He says to his brother.

“You think I’d say ‘No’ to a week off of work? You know Jumin always gives me off if it involves spending time with you right?” Saeran answers.

“I'm sure it helped you got him his own room” Mi-Cha adds moving to sit next to Saeyoung.

“What, you think he doesn't want to hear what I'm going to do to you when that bikini comes off?” Saeyoung with a sly smile.

“Yup, time for more ice cream.” Saeran hops up on his feet to leave the couple to their own devices.

“Poor Saeran” Mi-Cha laments.

“Poor Saeran?! Poor Saeyoung! I'm the one that has to try to control myself around you, looking like” he paused gesturing to her body. “This, with all these people around.”

“Oh please!” She tickles him teasingly for just a fraction of a second causing his body to twist in reaction “You seem to fare well enough most of the time.” Mi-Cha teases.

“That's what you think, but God Seven is simply a master of self-control. Lesser men would have succumbed in mere seconds to your immense beauty.”

She giggles brightly, lightly bumping him with her shoulder. Saeyoung always had the most unique ways of making her feel special. “All Hail God Seven!” she says enthusiastically

“Now you’re getting it Babe!” he excitedly exclaims, throwing his arms around her shoulders and pulling her close.

“All Hail God Seven” they shout together before sharing a string of quick kisses in between fits of giggling. They remain oblivious as people around them look on curiously.

A few meters away Saeran rolls his eyes but smiles despite himself. His brother and sister-in-law are strange, but it’s hard not to find their love endearing.

A little while later the couple is back at the hotel alone, Saeran having gone on a hike to a nearby mountain summit to watch the sunset. Mi-Cha stands in front of the mirror in the bathroom attempting to brush the salt water tangles out of her hair. Saeyoung has taken post behind her lightly rubbing his hands down her sides, ‘admiring’ the way her dress hugs the curve of her hips. Mi-Cha pulls her hair to one side of her head and continues brushing. Saeyoung takes this as an opening and immediately begins placing kisses to her now exposed neck and shoulder.

Mi-Cha giggles “Sae, I’m going to end up smacking you with this brush on accident with you so close.”

“Then be done! Your hair looks good the way it is.” He says resting his head on her shoulder and looking at her in the mirror.

“It's still so tangled though. I just want to look good for our dinner tonight.” She huffs.

“Mission accomplished, you look beautiful as always.” He beams at her in the mirror again and squeezes her tightly from behind. “Here let me see” He offers, holding his hand out toward the brush. She hands it over. Within a few minutes, he has her hair all brushed out and even manages to get it into a loose side braid for her.

“I know it’s not great but-” he starts before being interrupted by her lips on his.

“It’s perfect, thank you Saeyoung” She smiles and wraps her arms around his waist. “I was getting really frustrated so that was a big help.”

He blushes, happy to help her and glad she liked his handiwork. "Anytime baby." He says swiftly leaning down to plant a kiss on her shoulder once more before holding her at arm's length and assessing her. "My beautiful wife, how on earth did I get so lucky?"

She smiles bashfully at him, even after all these years simple comments like that still make her feel like she's on the moon. "Pleasures all mine, Handsome." She replies, inching closer to him once again until their lips meet. It doesn't take long before Saeyoung is begging entrance to her mouth with a light swipe of his tongue, which she allows. A slight moan escapes him as their tongues dance together. His hands roam lower on her torso before grabbing at her backside softy, prompting her to break their kiss.

"Sae we can't, we have a dinner reservation remember?" She says, knowing what he was thinking.

"Let's cancel it" he pouts. "Oooo I know! I could hack the restaurant's system to swap our reservation with a later one!"

"And ruin some poor couples night?" She challenges him teasingly.

"Hmm ok, good point. I really do want to take you out. It's been a while since we've gone on a date, and you deserve it. Plus I think you'll really like this place."

She smiles up at him and ruffles his hair before kissing him one last time. "I'm going to get my shoes on and then we can head out?"

"Sound good." He nods.

She exits the bathroom and walks back into the room proper, going to find her shoes.

A few minutes later Saeyoung exits the bathroom, his bright red hair now side-parted and gelled. Despite his jokes earlier in the week that he’d wear “Hawian print dad shirts” all week, he dons a grey button up and pastel yellow bow tie with black slacks and suspenders.

Mi-Cha raises her eyebrow as her mouth drops open. “Whoa.” She says simply.

“Glasses?” Saeyoung says before removing his frames “Or no glasses?”

“Glasses or course, or do you not want to see me that badly?” She laughs.

“You know I have contacts, silly girl! I just don't wear them a lot because I stare at screens all day.”

“Doesn't seem to bother your brother.”

“I don't know how. And he says I’m the crazy one” He chuckles still pondering how Saeran can stand wearing contacts as much as he does, and colored ones at that.

Mi-Cha approaches her husband, taking his glasses from him and placing them back on his face. “Glasses.” she says decidedly “I’ve always loved your glasses. Besides, they match your outfit too well not to wear them.”

“And so it is decided! My brilliant wife has once again bestowed upon me her infinite wisdom and flattery!” he says dramatically.

She laughs. “Come, my most dapper husband, let us go to the place of dining!" Responding just as ridiculously, as she opens the door to their room so that they can leave.

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Thank you for reading! This will be my first multi chapter fic and I have big plans for it.

#mystic messenger #mysticmessenger #mystic messenger fanfic #fanfic #mysme #mm #707 #mysme 707 #mystic messenger 707 #saeyoung choi #saeyoung #saeyoungxmc #saeyoung/mc #707xmc #707/mc #fanfiction #mm fanfiction #mm707

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bakudekuficlibrary · 6 years

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BakuDeku: Platonic/Pre-Relationship

2 Series. 62 Works.

intricate rituals by Spineless ( T | 1,464 | 1/1 )

Bakugou and Midoriya clean up after their fight. Sometimes asking for help is all you have.

i've got your number by blossomshed ( T | 3,518 | 1/? )

Every time he deletes whatsapp it shows back up on his phone, so Bakugou might as well read the messages from his idiot 'friends'.

Alternatively: a picture is worth a thousand words. So is your chat history.

And In His Eyes, A Galaxy by Penkindisbestspecibus ( M | 82,443+| 18/? )

Midoriya Inko attracts small objects. Midoriya Hisashi breathes fire.

Midoriya Izuku is full of stars.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Skip the charades by ficklish ( G | 1,314 | 1/1 )

In the aftermath of an all out war between the heroes and the villain association, Izuku’s badly injured. And Katsuki’s fucking furious.

Hear Me by my_name_is_Levi ( G | 22,419 | 5/5 )

It wasn’t as if nightmares were uncommon for the freshman class of Yuuei. They’d seen plenty of things, heard and felt and witnessed enough travesty in their lives to last them a lifetime. But Midoriya Izuku was screaming, and no one, not even Bakugo Katsuki could ignore it.

These Days Past by nivo ( T | 2,136 | 1/1 )

He's had some weird dreams in his life thanks to what his mom calls a 'highly creative mind' — known to the rest of the world, courtesy of Kacchan, as his 'freaky nerdiness' — but this one is totally kicking his ass.

[Series] Ocean's Boy by Cue2You2 ( G | 52,673+ | 2 Works | On Hiatus )

Impressions by gemteddy ( T | 5,430+ | 4/? )

Sometimes Class 1-A forgets how long Midoriya and Bakugou have really known each other. Sometimes they get reminders.

put a bullet (where I should've put a helmet) by canlah ( T | 10,364 | 3/3 )

It isn't until Izuku reaches his breaking point that he realises he doesn't have to carry this pain by himself.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

numb by BlackSclera ( T | 2,387 | 1/1 )

“What do you think you’re doing, Deku?” If Izuku didn’t know better, Kacchan actually sounded a little worried.

“Jumping off the roof.”

Bakugou Katsuki Finally Gets His Spiky Head Out of His Ass by TrashcanGod ( T | 876 | 1/1 )

It seems like Katsuki is ready to try playing nice, and a resurrected childhood film is the perfect conversation starter.

The Start of a Beautiful... Something by Kouen_chan ( T | 1,351 | 1/1 )

As long as Katsuki remembered, there was always that one house in the neighborhood that seemed empty, but every once in a while, there would be movement visible through a window. Occasionally, kids in the neighborhood would dare each other to knock on the door or something. He never expected to meet the occupant who's shadow never changed. Until one day, he did.

In which one Bakugou Katsuki meets and (sort of) befriends a recluse with a bunch of secrets and an unknown mission.

The School Adventures of Bunny Izuku by Lunar_Muffin ( T | 5,256+ | 6/? )

When Bakugou Katsuki’s quirk manifested, everyone told him how amazing it was and how he would make a great hero. And when the other kids started asking why he was still hanging out with quirkless Izuku, he felt a bit self-conscious. But hell would freeze over before he would abandon his best friend because some side characters looked down on him. And when Izuku’s quirk finally showed itself, he looked all those assholes in the eyes with a big, shit-eating grin on his face. They would become the best heroes ever, together.

Or, Izuku suddenly grows bunny ears of the lop variety complete with a tail. Follow Katsuki and him through snapshots of their elementary and middle school experiences.

Paradoxical Alternative by ThatPersonWhoExists ( G | 17,204+ | 7/? )

❛Izuku was dead in this universe.

Or at least to everyone in his surroundings, to Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya was well-- however he couldn't quite say alive as the boy really wasn't.❜❜

Ghost!Deku AU.

[Major Character Death]

Blowing Up The Closet Door by underoriginal ( G | 2,391 | 1/1 )

Kacchan tells the world she's a girl. It goes better than expected.

Written for a kinkmeme prompt.

Candied Ginger by cavicanem ( T | 2,106 | 1/1 )

bakugou's pen explodes. it goes about as well as you'd think.

Katsuki Burns by thepensword ( G | 1,100 | 1/1 )

Katsuki is always burning.

(“Hi!” says Izuku. He’s smiling the brightest smile Katsuki’s ever seen. It’s radiant, like the sun. Katsuki hates it. Katsuki loves it.)

Katsuki Bakugou watches Midoriya Izuku and burns and burns and burns.

that never stopped you before by TayTei ( G | 3,990 | 1/1 )

A week has passed since Izuku was rescued from the Villain Alliance

A week has passed since he'd last been back at school

and a week has passed since he learned he is, yet again,

Quirkless

Bakugou Brothers by StrangerStars ( T | 4,841+| 3/15 )

In which Izuku was raised by the Bakugous.

What is Burned and Broken Heals by GuardianLioness ( T | 2,516 | 2/2 )

Neither Bakugou nor Midoriya expect injury to heal old wounds. [Two-shot]

Just Watch Him by Celestialgunfireopera ( G | 1,520 | 1/1 )

Quirkless was not useless, or so Katsuki seemed to believe.

when you reach the top, you have to stop by Seito ( T | 1,937 | 1/1 )

(the next step up is the sky)

‘Oh, you don't have much magic, do you? Practically a Squib.‘

‘I have enough!’ Izuku thought back. He did! He must! He had his Hogwarts Letter, carefully framed back home. He wouldn't be here if he didn't have enough!

‘Do you?’ the Sorting Hat asked.

it's your power by bakubros ( T | 2,846 | 1/1 )

Bakugou reminds Midoriya about what it means to be a hero.

The Life Taking View by estupidaval ( M | 1,362 | 1/1 )

Sometimes life is painful, and sometimes it's beautiful. Breathtakingly so.

Maybe even life taking.

An Open Discussion by artemancy ( T | 3,478 | 1/1 )

After the attack on USJ, Bakugo takes Izuku home and they talk about their feelings like mature heroes to be.

Late Night Talks by dragonroses ( T | 1,241 | 1/1 )

Katsuki can't sleep due to witnessing the horrifying events that took place earlier that day. His late night thoughts lead him to the common room where he finds an equally insomniac Izuku

Katsudeku week day 2: Childhood & Confession by Justaperson1718 ( G | 1,855 | 1/1 )

Part 2 of Katsudeku week prompts

Change Isn't Always Bad by TaylorRose16 ( T | 1,825 | 1/1 )

It was in that moment that Katsuki seemed to realize just how much had changed. And he also realized that he didn’t seem to mind it.

“Deku,” he declared. It wasn’t the name of a useless little boy anymore, but the name of a Hero. “Kick his ass.”

His Back by bluelove22 ( T | 3,365 | 1/1 )

Or alternatively titled "5 times Deku thinks Kacchan might actually care about him". *cross-posted from fanfiction.net*

like a boss by Lissy ( T | 1,796 | 1/1 )

"Kaminari rolls his eyes and wishes more than anything that Recovery Girl could just heal the whining drama queen. But, nooooo, he doesn’t have enough stamina, and it’s just the flu, he’ll be fine recovering on his own. Easy for her to say - she doesn’t have to deal with him!"

Or, Katsuki is a whiny bitch when he's sick, and Izuku pulls a Mitsuki and handles him.

New Friends & Wasabi Pancakes by rainbowtourmaline ( T | 1,107 | 1/1 )

Katsuki fucking Bakugou and Izuku fucking Midoriya were now fucking friends again.

Don’t fucking ask Katsuki how it happened because fuck if he knows.

“Happy birthday Kacchan!” but he was starting to regret the decision of letting Izuku go from useless pebble in the road to his kind-of-sort-of friend when the other dude just waltzed into his room at 7:00 fucking AM in the morning, his smile shining as brightly as the God damn sun that was burning Katsuki’s retinas right now because Izuku just had to fling the curtains open!

Honestly, what kind of sick torture was this?!

Is Friendship, Probably by DeKatsu ( G | 824 | 1/1 )

The class notices that Bakugou and Midoriya share some of the same habits.

I'm Fine! Nothing's wrong... by narikopathfinder ( T | 1,635 | 1/1 )

Ever since they were children Deku had always been able to tell when he had bad dreams. It was weird, somehow Deku was always the first to know. Then his dreams stopped bothering him, they drifted apart. But after being kidnapped, the nightmares returned.

Everything was just fine...

Learn to Levitate (With Just A Little Help) by Heronfem ( T | 2,201 | 1/1)

Midoriya Izuku tries very hard to forget that he too had a run in with the Sludge villain. But trauma really doesn't work like that.

sometimes I trip over our history by yunnings (ladylolli) ( T | 1,205 | 1/1 )

The Worst Wonder Duo. What a load of bull for endorsing dependency. Bakugou hates it, but he hates losing more. “Save your pep talk,” Bakugou growls, but his eyes threaten Midoriya not to screw both of them up. Or you’ll die twice, Deku.

I can't stay by 13th ( G | 5,964 | 1/1 )

Kids, just being kids.

After Action by ruff_ethereal ( T | 2,971 | 1/1 )

Detective Bakugo finds his partner, Detective Midoriya, working well into the early morning again, and decides to step in before she overworks herself.

A Mile a Minute by gourdier ( G | 1,433 | 1/1 )

A sparring match might just be the thing that brings them closer together. A Bakudeku Secret Santa for Merle.

[Series] Beat of a butterfly's wing by theladystrikesagain ( Not Rated | 26,278+ | 6 Works | WIP )

"Adversity makes us stronger" is a lie people tell themselves to make their lives easier to stomach, Izuku thinks. Because if they didn't, and if they acknowledged that the life they suffered through was just another cog in the messed up machine known as life, any rational person would lose their mind.

All adversity does is make you brittle, and hard, and, when pushed in a certain way, oh-so-easy to break.

Surprise! by Earl_White_of_Mornings ( Not Rated | 890 | 1/1 )

Deku surprises Katsuki with a visit after two years.

This is literally just a corny little reconnection fic. I don't know if it will get a second part but if it does it will be a series of one-shots.

Photosynthetic by PigeonsAndPlants ( T | 3,865+ | 3/? )

If one was to describe Midoriya Izuku, a word most likely used would be “green.” Everything about him is green. Dark green hair that softly shines in the sunlight, emerald green eyes that glow with an intelligence not usual for a four year old.

After his quirk manifested, “green” became necessary for describing Midoriya Izuku

Cold Solitude by ukiinas ( G | 693 | 1/1 )

He thought of the time they’d spent together when they were kids, laughing and holding hands like nothing else mattered in the world. Now Izuku’s hands were tattered and grotesque, and couldn’t even reach him anymore.

Progress, or something. by The_Potatoe ( T | 2,000 | 1/1 )

Izuku has a bad dream.

Katsuki helps.

Teach Me How to PokeGo by tsunayoshi ( T | 780 | 1/1 )

"I DONT KNOW HOW TO USE THIS APP WHERE IS THE RULE BOOK I SEE YOU CATCHING POKEMON OVER THERE COME TEACH ME I WANNA BE A TRAINER" pokemon go au [credit to ceastaar @tumblr/twitter]

In which Kacchan and Deku first encounter each other and bond (sort of) over Pokemon GO.

I lost the game. by SilviusPrime ( T | 2,541 | 1/1 )

Class 2-A is tired of Katsuki winning every competition whether it be small or large. Overhearing his friends talking about it, Izuku comes up with the perfect idea to get back at Kacchan for himself AND his classmates.

By A Thread by ploThief ( T | 1,189 | 1/1 )

Two new strings are formed, crafted and appearing close in what humans call time. One is a burnt orange. The other, dark green. They move parallel to one another, playfully weaving and stitching a picture of friendship.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Over Due by Lillabelle ( G | 1,180 | 1/1 )

It's been years after high school ended, and Bakugou's finally ready to apologize. Even if Midoriya doesn't hold their past against him.

Rocky Roads and Movie Nights by AshesStarsAndRedStringsOfFate ( T | 1,471 | 1/1 )

After everything that has happened between them, can Katsuki and Deku ever reconcile their friendship? Maybe, with the help of the rest of Class 1-A. Birthday fic for a friend! Love you, Taba!! Rated for Bakugou's mouth (I mean, there's not that much, but better to be safe, right?)

That Day in the Forest by luchijelly ( G | 1,334 | 1/1 )

"I’ll catch up to you someday Kacchan. I know I will!"

Maybe by sunsetsundae ( T | 1,453 | 1/1 )

Maybe Katsuki liked pushing Izuku around. Maybe he liked to be forceful and rude. Or maybe he was just having a really, really hard time coming to terms with his feelings.

Snapshots by The_Potatoe ( T | 1,700 | 1/1 )

Izuku and Katsuki, over the years.

That one time midoriya got to make some kids happy by Alphanon ( Not Rated | 1,121 | 1/1 )

Bakugou may have mentioned that his friend was a hero, and may have said that he was quirkless. Now Midoriya is stuck joining him in volunteering to care for a bunch of 5 year olds.

Summer Days When We Were Young by AgentHoot ( G | 1,669 | 1/1 )

Bakugou hits Midoriya's favorite lucky ball over the school fence. Though dangers may lurk beyond, Bakugou braves them to get it back.

AKA the childhood best friends drabble we deserve in canon.

Walking by ToastTSA ( G | 937 | 1/1 )

For the first time in forever, they walk home together.

sprite by sora_san89 ( T | 941 | 1/1 )

A short story of Deku, Kacchan, and a handful of flowers.

(BakuDeku Positivity Week - Day 02: flowers)

Safe and Sound by soliloquist ( G | 470 | 1/1 )

Izuku has always been the one to notice the cracks in his smile, the tears in his reckless eyes, and the hurt in his words. And although he’s no hero, he’ll bandage his scraped knees and hold him close.

Or, the time Katsuki gets injured and his best friend is there to pick up the pieces.

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl masterlist #Masterlist #t:s #t:sh #t:bullying #t:ptsd #w:mcd #rs:platonic #rs:pre #curator hatsu #long post

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curewhimsy · 5 years

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So I decided I was going to write a Vocaloid AU that takes place in the Dreamverse, which is already an AU of Whimsica where things are a little bit more surreal.

So here’s the summary! It’s incredibly self-indulgent.

I’m so excited for this one, can you tell? It still needs a title however...

So Whimsica Saga may no longer be a Vocaloid fanfiction, but I’ll be bringing Voaloids back to the magical world of Whimsica with this upcoming Vocaloid/OC crossover story!

Note: This story actually takes place in an alternate Whimsica called Dreamverse where everything is a bit more surreal.

What is Whimsica anyway you ask? It’s my original fantasy universe.

This story will mostly be fun and self-indulgence, but I promise I’ll still make the story appealing enough. I mean, I’ll try at least.

Anyway...

Haku Yowane goes to high school with her best friend Neru and pet cat Snowbell in her magical forest home. She is 16 years old.

Haku’s other friends are Pastell (OC, age 14), Joy (OC), Miku, Teto, Bianca (OC), Camille (OC), and Ruby (OC). Her best friends are Neru (also 16) and Snowbell (OC, 6 in cat years).

Yes, Haku is friends with my self-insert OC named Pastell, deal with it.

Haku’s whimsical days are usually filled with adventure. Their school has 28 floors, a huge swimming pool, parties almost every day, and everything is topsy-turvy. Pets are allowed, and Haku and Snowbell are almost never apart.

There are a lot of strange things in Haku’s world, such as a killer car that comes out at night and drives around erratically frightening people. There is nobody driving the car, and it could potentially hit and kill anyone. That’s why it’s always recommended not to stay out after dark, or else the killer car might hit you. (This is inspired by a dream I had.)

There are also dangerous woods near Haku’s home where it is forbidden to enter, because it’s the entrance to a Dissonance, which is a cursed labyrinth where you will become lost in. The Dissonance is called Tragic Woods, and many people have disappeared (tragically) within it.

Haku’s favorite teachers are Kiyoteru, Octavia, and Aria.

But one day Haku has an especially bad day at school. She runs away from home with her cat Snowbell. Haku failed a test that day, and she and Neru also got into a disagreement. Now Haku is convinced Neru and her friends hate her. She also has a lonely heart, her parents are divorced. She also feels worthless, and is on an adventure to look for self-worth.

Haku’s mother is named Murasaki (Japanese for purple), and her father is Gin (Japanese for silver, pronounced with a hard G). Previously, Gin had a wife named Teru. Teru and Gin had a son named Dell two years before Haku was born. When Gin married Murasaki, they had Haku.

Murasaki eventually divorced Gin, who took Dell with him. Haku stayed behind with Murasaki.

Haku’s dad Gin is actually a villain who sides with Monochrome, which is why he was divorced twice. Since he ended up raising Dell on his own, Dell ends up becoming an evil wizard like his father.

Monochrome is the furthest planet from Whimsica’s sun. It’s always dreary and dismal on Monochrome, and the people from the planet seek to destroy the harmony and whimsy that exists on planet Whimsica.

Anyway, as Haku is running away, she goes through many whimsical different places. Haku ends up going all the way to the ocean and meeting Luka the nereid, and her pet octopus Tako.

Meanwhile while Haku is away, Neru is immensely worried about her to the point of crying in class. She and the rest of Haku’s friends, and some teachers, and Haku’s mom, go to search for Haku all around Whimsica.

By the way, do you know what the Finnish word for search is? It’s “Haku”, coincidentally enough.

Haku and Luka are eventually in danger after a run-in with a mysterious man who creates monsters that attack the two. An ocean-dwelling magical girl huntress named Rhona saves them. Haku and Luka meet Rhona, Nagisa, and Luana, my three monster-fighting magical girl OCs from my (upcoming) original series, Sea Star.

Neru eventually is the one who finds Haku and brings her back home.

By the time Haku gets back home, she is welcomed back by everyone and she feels touched that everyone was so worried about her. Luka ends up going back with Haku too, because thanks to the mysterious man, her home in the ocean is now filled with monsters and is unsafe.

Eventually Haku finds out about her older half-brother Dell who she hadn’t seen since she was a little girl. Dell ended up becoming an evil wizard...

And the mysterious man who created the monsters that attacked Haku and Luka? That was Gin, Haku’s father! When Haku runs into him again, Gin hears Haku’s name... and finally recognizes his daughter. Gin eventually tells Haku that he’s her father...

“Haku, I am your father.”

”NOOOOO...”

Haku is crushed to learn such a thing. Her father is evil, and he also made her long-lost half-brother Dell evil as well. Does that mean Haku has evil in her too? Haku suddenly feels like she’s a waste of a life. To try and redeem herself, Haku decides she wants to become a magical girl huntress, like Rhona who saved her.

Haku also developed a passion for exploring during her adventure, and now wants to live her life on the edge.

Haku’s life will now be about exploring the land and using magic to fight and defend people from monsters. Haku’s friends decide to work towards the same goal to help Haku out, so she won’t be alone.

Haku’s friends also reassure Haku that she is anything but evil.

Also, could it be that Dell isn’t truly evil deep inside either?

One day, a mysterious tattoo marking appears on Haku’s shoulder. It says DTM in red. What could it mean?

Haku eventually finds out it stands for “Dreamer, Thinker, Maker”.

Haku has a gift of creation within her...

This isn’t even everything that will happen, probably. Haku will go on a long epic journey where she builds confidence and becomes a brave hero.

It gets kind of emotional at times, but this will be a fun and magical story. Epic, even. Haku x Neru is the main romantic relationship. Haku also develops a quite profound relationship with Luka as well.

#my writing #yowane haku #whimsica #hakuneru

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katmstanton · 6 years

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Oceans - Ch. 6

Tags: @mrsrafaelbarba @sweetsummertime99 @obfuscateyummy @madpanda75

Chapter 6:

Barba stayed for a hour or so after their kiss. They talked about whatever was on their minds and she allowed him to pick at her outer walls. She was not comfortable with letting them completely down yet and he understood. She knew that deep down he was the same way.

She knew they were friends and that they had talked about a lot of things and had relied on each other but this felt different. She felt that she was able to see some light in his dark eyes but as soon as she started to see him lighten up the walls were back just like hers.

When it was time for him to return home she was saddened but did not want to rush things one bit. He gave her one last kiss before he pulled away for the night.

“Buena noche Hermosa.” He stated at he brought her into his arms for one last hug before turning to leave.

“Good night Raf.” She replied as she shut the door behind him with a smile on her face.

She was glad he did not push her and she felt relieved that she did not have to put on a front with him. He had seen her at some of her worst times while also seeing her at some of her best. She was thankful they had a very strong foundation as friends before their kiss and letting their feelings be known to each other.

She spent the following day spending time with Noah and watching Trolls on Netflix due to the rainy weather. She was glad to have a day of relaxation before returning to work Monday.

Noah on the other hand thought they should be playing in the rain and spent the better part of the morning knocking toys over, dumping out his toy bin, dragging books everywhere, and pulling clothes out of his and her dressers. By the time lunch time rolled around she was exhausted from running after him.

“Noah do you want to sit down and eat?” She asked as the toddler ran into her on the couch giggling.

“Nooooo” he stated back as he ran off to his room dragging Pip behind him.

She just shook her head and laughed as she went to check to see what he was doing. As she peeked in his room she saw him pulling more books off his shelf and trying to stack them in the floor until he could sit on them while holding another book. She smiled and teared up as she saw him “read” to Pip.

“Well at least he is content for now and I can try to pick up after his hurricane earlier” she thought to herself as she walked back into the living room.

As she laid Noah down for his nap after a very eventful and dramatic tantrum she was ready for a few minutes of peace and quiet. As she finished cleaning she heard her phone ding. She picked it up as she sat back on the couch and smiled.

“Hey.” She read and smiled at the message.

“How is your Sunday going?” He sent before she could respond.

She responded as she pulled a blanket up to cover her legs and turn on Grey's Anatomy.

“Before or after hurricane Noah?” She replied as she laughed and snapped a selfie of her curled up on the couch and sent it to him.

“That is some hurricane. Where is Noah?” He quickly replied.

“Napping. Finally.” She responded.

“I should not be smiling this much” she thought to herself as she waited anxiously for his response.

“Up for company?” He asked her and before she could reply he sent another text. “I have coffee.”

“Only if you want to. I don’t want to intrude on your Sunday Raf.” She sent back and before she could look at the TV there was a knock on the door. She got up smiling already knowing who would be on the other side.

“That was some quick walking Counselor.” She stated to him as she let Barba in the apartment.

“I have my ways.” He replied as he handed her a coffee and kissed her cheek.

“I was actually heading to help Alfred out with a few things and wanted to swing by and see you for a minute before I had to be there.” He stated as he looked at her with a grin.

She smiled up at him as she sat on the barstool. “Thank you for the coffee Raf. You did not have to.” She said as she sipped her coffee and he just smiled.

“I know.” He said as he smiled at her.

“I don’t have to do a lot of things. I chose to do them anyway. I told you Liv. I just want to show you how great you are and if swinging by with your favorite coffee puts a smile on your face then that’s what I will do.” He stated as they both leaned in for a kiss and he went to leave.

The following morning she rode the elevator to her floor and sent Barba a text. “Good morning. Lunch? My treat. But no noodles you thief.”

He replied quickly saying “Buenos Dias Hermosa. Yes to lunch. No to you paying. I have court and will call you.” She smiled as she read his messages.

As she was walking off the elevator she was stopped by Fin. “Hey Liv. What are you doing today? Want to grab a bite with me?” He asked and she had red flags going off in her head.

“Fin what are you talking about? It’s 7am. I have to get a few reports together for 1PP.” She stated as he went to stop her from entering the bullpen.

“Fin what are you doing? We have work to do. What has gotten into you?” She said to him. She was getting annoyed and did not know what he was doing.

“Boss it's just that -“ He started to say before being cut off.

“Hello Liv.” She heard from an all too familiar voice.

As she stopped and turned she felt like she was going to throw up when she looked at the familiar voice who was now standing in front of her holding a badge and leaning against a desk.

“Hello Elliot.”

#rafael barba #Olivia Benson #Barson #law and order svu #its about to get real

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elliacm · 3 years

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Mr.Ma’s Delivery Service

Prologue - Truth Be Told

'Hardwell Special Academy locations are everywhere! From America, South America, Europe, East Asia, and Africa! The exact locations? That's only disclosed to our future attending students and staff! This is to ensure the privacy and safety of our students'

______

"How lovely, and if they die that means no one can find them, verrry well thought out." A sharp sarcastic tone rolled off the tongue of this lonesome thirty-four-year-old man. Busy indulging in a brochure that held confusing cryptic details about Hardwell Academy, It wasn't exactly surprising, the school housed child spies, it was best to keep the details made out of exaggerated anagrams.

Puffs of smoke escaped his mouth, the strong whiff of cigarette smell carried throughout the space he dwelled in. The frustrations that occupied his mind began to be soothed by the 'oh so addicting' nicotine. He was sitting in an empty classroom, the layout was odd. Of course, it fit him perfectly as a teacher since he was quite the peculiar fellow. He was a thirty-four-year-old without a license or degree, authorized to teach children. Questions should be directed towards who hired him. The only perks his resume had were the skills of a top assassin and the deaths of the people he legally murdered, kind of...

The classroom was built like an Auditoria Lecture room, the walls were painted a cream white, draped with fake vines and flowers.

Surely one would say that it didn't represent this sarcastic judgmental smoker, once again if any have forgotten, he was indeed a teacher.

His hand reached over to smush the cigarette in his fancy ashtray, clean as well as new.

"Mr.Ma, already breaking school policy I see.."

A tall fair-skinned man in a sharp blue suit stood near the open doorway, leaning against it casually. For a moment subtle silence encapsulated their space awkwardly. The man had a fierce glare that was locked on Mr.Ma, who then forced a bright smile. "If it isn't my best employer! Me? Breaking school policy? Nooooo, you must be mistaken" Mr.ma's hand swiftly knocked the ashtray into the trashcan, it was located on the right side of his desk.

'Clink!'

"You must be confused with someone else.." His jaw moved fairly slow to make a sly crooked smile. Mr.Ma knew it was obvious that he had been smoking, the smell, the dust particles, and once again, the smell.

The man in the sharp blue suit scoffed, "Indeed, I must be, but I would hope that you wouldn't make the same mistake correct?" Of course, the man wouldn't back down. He happened to be in charge of this whole institution and having no backbone would have stripped away his authority. Mr.Ma's smile disappeared with haste, his expression held a dull lifeless stare, he rolled his eyes and spun in the rolling chair he occupied.

"Ahh...You're no fun...What are u here for anyway Brooklyn" Mr.Ma's pupils followed the painting while he continued spinning, he had it placed in the back of his classroom, it was an abstract painting meshed with mostly dark tones and hues.

"Evans betrayed the association"

Mr.Ma's coffee brown loafer was pressed against the end of his desk which made the spinning stagnant. It wasn't exactly shocking to him as many would expect. Evans was what some would call a 'close friend' to Mr.Ma. It was only considered that way because they were constantly placed on the same missions.

He then pushed his foot against the desk more, propelling him back against the whiteboard behind him. "And? That's nothing new, I'm sure they're having trouble killing the fella" His voice wasn't playful as it was before. "Seems that's why they sent me here, afraid I might be in cahoots, just great, I hate being surrounded by you guys" It was adherently obvious about this whole placement that the organization was keeping a very tight leash on Mr.Ma's freedom.

Brooklyn's hazel eyes just watched Mr.Ma's movements while the man got out of his seat quite annoyed "I don't care, but I expect you to teach your students while you work here, oh right, they might call you in for a lie detector test, and taking truth serum"

Mr.Ma's face scrunched with disgust, "Truth serum...they are trying to torture me"

...

"Brynn I feel like we wasted our GAP year, maybe we should've saved it for Year Three.." These words escaped the mouth of a solemn teenage girl, her head was laying on a plush watermelon pink pillow staring at her Blonde haired friend fold clothes and place them into a suitcase. Technically you can't necessarily take a GAP year for high school, but since both of their parents were spies and they had aced the experience exam, attending regular high school another year was a gift.

"Jack it wouldn't have worked anyway, we should be more excited and optimistic! We're finally becoming spies!" Brynn's lemonade pink eyes landed on Jack who still pouted like a baby.

Excited? Who in the world would be excited to attend a school that trained you to spend your life being extra careful of what you know? This was a reoccurring thought that lingered on Jacks's mind for the past year. As a child being a real spy always seemed to be so exciting to her. Although after actually gaining common sense and knowledge, her opinion switched drastically.

"Haha..yeah" The left side of Jacks' face was smooshed against the pillow as her arm reached out to grab a picture of her and Brynn off the bedside table.

The two of them were the age of seven when the photo was taken. It was at a park in North Carolina, the weather was cool and warm, but awfully humid. Jack's hair was dark brown and extremely short, it was cut into a pixie cut, while Brynn's hair was in two long pigtails. They smiled happily in the photo not showing a care in the world.

Brynn snatched the photo out of Jack's hand, her fuchsia eyes widened and she looked up at the Blonde. "You are thinking way too much about school, we haven't even gotten there yet...Calm your nerves Jack"

Brynn was right, and Jack hated that. A whole year passed by so quickly and all that lingered on her mind was 'becoming a spy'. It wasn't like she didn't expect her life to turn out this way, I mean for goodness sakes her mother and father were top espionage, it's in her blood. The real question was what would she become besides a spy? She hadn't thought of any other career, even further she hadn't thought about what TYPE of spy she would become, there were so many majors and options. At this point, Jack was super stressed.

Jack sat up on Brynn's bed still holding the plush pillow close, Brynn placed the picture in her suitcase as it was the final item she needed to complete her packing.

"Finally donneee..." Brynn fell back onto the dusty light brown carpet, her eyes focused on the white ceiling as she relaxed. "Do you think Kei is excited?" Brynn's eyes shifted back over to Jack who was now sitting up dazed.

"Of course he is..all he does is talk about 'I'm gonna be better than Shiro!' All that nonsense" She yawned covering her mouth.

Kei was another childhood friend of the two, they formed a trio and practically spent their whole life together. Which was something Jack cherished deeply. Kei always liked to fight with his brother over everything since he was lacking in areas that couldn't ever compare to Shiro.

Shiro was already a third-year attending Hardwell academy, rumors traveled across each institution that Shiro was one of the top students across ranks. So of course, Kei wanted to outrank his brother and reach the top just as quickly.

Knock Knock!

"Is it safe?"

Jack's lips cracked into a smile after hearing the voice from the other side of the door. Brynn sat up quickly bubbling with happiness. "Come in! We were just talking about you"

Opening the door promptly after hearing reassurance, Kei scratched the back of his head nervously.

"I haven't been in here in ages, it's all so yucky now" Kei teased as he ogled at the different shades of pink. Brynn's face full of happiness shaped into a frown.

They did see each other all the time, but the time spent together was either in Jack's downstairs lounge, Brynn's living room, or Kei's bedroom since he had the largest one out of the three. The last time Kei even entered Brynn's room was roughly two years ago, even then it was just to alert her to come downstairs.

"Shut up! It's cute.."

Jack hopped off of the bed still gazing in Kei's direction.

"So are you ready to head out? I'm sure Shiro is eager to see you"

Kei's ocean eyes narrowed whilst his expression became pouty after the mentioning of his brother. His arms folded over one another "He's just gonna smother me in love, I want to ignore him as much as possible, he'll tarnish the image I'm going for"

Brynn's eyebrow raised, her elbow was resting on her knee as she looked up at the two. "And that is..?" Brynn inquired genuinely interested in what her friend was going for now.

"Independent and Mysterious"

Jack turned away quickly attempting to hide the sour look on her face that came from trying not to burst into laughter.

Brynn cleared her throat also denying the urge to laugh.

"What's wrong with that?" Kei's brows wrinkled taking glances between the two. Jack coughed turning back towards the fellow.

"I mean really? Mysterious? That's so cliche, Shiro is going to ruin that so quickly you know" Jack's finger poked into Kei's cheek as he stood there concealing the anger that was boiling. Brynn got up chuckling at the sight.

"She's right you know, Shiro isn't as laid back as you, you know he'll make fun of you just as much as we're doing"

Kei smacked Jack's finger away from his face as he sighed in defeat.

They weren't lying, it was most definitely true that his loving older brother would tease him non-stop for the whole semester, better yet, the whole year.

"I just won't mention that then.." Kei scratched behind his head again, aiming his gaze at the ceiling to hide his light pink cheeks. He couldn't admit out loud that he was embarrassed, or the fact that he expected Jack and Brynn to agree with him.

"Now that's more like it, logical thinking is critical, we're attending Hardwell Mr.Mysterious," Jack said with a sly smile, her feet guided her towards the entrance and exit of Brynn's bedroom.

Brynn snorted covering her mouth with her hand attempting to hide the wide grin on her face.

"Mr.Mysterious.." Brynn repeated the nickname Jack came up with to tease Kei, he glared at Brynn rolling his eyes.

"You two are just as bad as my brother" Kei turned around to face Jack as she stood out in the long open hallway. Her finger waved in the air back and forth as if it was disagreeing with Kei's statement, which she was.

"Be lucky we only torment you lightly, compared to Shiro, he's an ace"

The light happy words that slipped out of Jack's mouth regarding Hardwell earlier only seemed to register in Brynn's mind just now. Her eyebrow raised as her hand landed on one hip as she gazed at Jack from inside of her room.

"I'm glad you're suddenly feeling better about attending Hardwell"

Kei's eyes widened with a gentle tad of surprise on the side, whilst Jack's nose scrunched in annoyance.

"Just because..well..whatever Brynn"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Round 1 - Jack 0 - Brynn 1

Jack couldn't dare to make up some whiny excuse now, Brynn completely had her in the palms of her hands. What made Jack slightly bit more frustrated was the fact she had to say it in front of Mr. Passionate future spy.

"Were you thinking about not doing it Jack?" Kei's tone of voice was serious as ever, it was the tone that Jack didn't like when he talked to her, the one that always ended up making her feel down.

"Not exactly that, just-,"

"Jack was thinking about not doing what?" The rhythm of her voice ripples through all of their ears like a crushing destructive wave. The pressure it ensued sent shivers down all of their spines, mostly Jack, since the one who was asking the question, was her mother.

Brynn nervously hurried out into the hallway to clear up the big misunderstanding she seemed to have caused by revealing information regarding Jack's feelings.

"Not doing the Operations Major!" Brynn's voice cracked, even the aura radiating off of Jack's mother made her want to shrink back into a corner.

Hallie Sun, code name 'Sun' was Jack's mother. Regarded as most possibly the best spy in the field, engrossing at least five hundred thousand per job she was offered. Even small little jobs like getting bits of info from someone, she was still paid that full amount. As a mom she wasn't a bad one, she was emotionally available, loving, and fair. Although when it regarded the topic of being a spy, it was something she'd never let up on, and that's when the loving mother Jack cherished, slipped away into a void.

Jack felt a slight bit of relaxation enter her heart after Brynn's quick effort to deter the conversation.

"Yeah, Kei was talking about Majors, and for a while, I thought about doing Operations but now I'm not interested" Jack didn't even attempt to shift her eyes in the direction of Kei, her mother would catch on immediately unless, she already did.

Kei's urge to scratch the back of his head became strong, it was a dead giveaway that he was anxious or contemplating something, rare occasions when he did, it showed that he might be lying.

Hallie shifted her direction toward Kei, her glare sharp as a rose thorn. His palms began to sweat feeling the heavy tension of the conversation on his body. He quickly shoved his hands into his pocket disregarding the itchy feeling to scratch his head.

"Yep, I told the two that I would join whatever Major they decided to join, and I got comfortable with the id-"

The Fuchsia eyes located in Hallie's sockets rolled disappointed, she took in a deep breath and released scratching her left cheek

'Eh?'

It was a thought that resided in all three teens as the suddenly intensified heaviness dispersed in an instant.

"If you're going to lie as a group, do it right you three, being able to counterfeit information for your benefit is a key job as a spy and you all did terribly"

Brynn chuckled nervously looking everywhere but in the direction of Hallie, Jack frowned slightly placing her hands on her hips.

Of course, she was testing them, which made Jack quite irritated, the mentioning of anything spy-related just made her emotions fluctuate like the temperature in spring.

"Well, would you do us the courtesy of telling us what exactly we did wrong?"

Hallie smirked boastfully as if she was waiting on permission to correct them.

"The rush Brynn made out of the room and the fluctuation in her voice was clue one, the shakiness in her hands and eyes signified that she was nervous and most definitely hiding something. Jack, you were clenching your fist quite tightly before Brynn said something regarding her efforts to cover up what you all were talking about and as soon as she had a ruse your hands loosened and you became relaxed. Now finally Kei, the fact that you pushed your hands into your pockets just sealed the deal for me, it's obvious you wanted to suppress the urge of scratching your fluffy hair"

The three of them stood there, not amazed, shocked, or embarrassed.

It was the feeling of frustration that was coddling their mind.

"Now, be a doll and tell me what they were talking about Jack?"

Jack flinched as her eyes met with her mother's. She turned away not being able to face the sharpness of them.

"I just...I just had been having hard feelings about attending Hardwell"

Hallie strung in closer invading Jack's space, she gently took ahold of Jack's chin making her look directly at her.

"And you're thinking about not doing it..?"

Brynn and Kei watched nervously from the sidelines not even taking one breath, the tension that left swiftly came back just as fast.

"No, I was just worried that's all.."

Hallie released her chin and backed away with a light smile. "Well then! Just came to say there is pizza downstairs so come eat" She walked backward as she eyed the three soon turning forward to strut down the hallway that leads to the stairs.

Brynn and Kei let out their breaths as if they'd been underwater for a long period. Jack shifted her gaze to the two ignoring her trembling hand.

"Why is your mom so scary.." Brynn made sure to whisper afraid there was a possibility that Jack's mom had super hearing too. Kei went in and drew Jack in close for a hug.

"You should've told us sooner that you had those thoughts"

Jack pushed her head into his chest hiding every inch of her face, right now she could feel the heat rising from her cheeks but the painful expression she had with it wouldn't do her any good. She was already aware that the hug she was receiving was nothing more than a brother-friend like gesture.

"It wouldn't have done anything, I still had no choice but to attend" Jack's voice was muffled as she attempted to speak as loudly as she could.

Brynn swooped in and joined the two holding them tightly.

"Let's do our best guys...after all..this is our future"

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#novice writer #writers #writing #action #original story #prologue

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darkwalk · 6 years

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We’re Pirates Now

They were discussing an upcoming raid when Megatron noticed it first. There was a gleeful light in Optimus’ optics. Too gleeful. That spelt trouble.

Shaking his helm slowly, red optics set to maximum terrifying glare, Megatron mouthed the word ‘Nooooo’ slowly. The Prime just grinned widely, showing off his teeth and mouthed back, ‘Yeees.....’

“Optimus-” But the blue and red mech whirled to the room at large, full of mechs gathering supplies together for the raid.

“Who wants to be a pirate?!” He bellowed, one fist raised in the air. There was an immediate cheer as those blasted Twins whooped and a good portion of the room ran to get whatever gear they thought they needed to be pirates. Megatron noticed that Starscream had been one of those who’d raised their servos in agreement to being pirates, although it had been lazily. He shot him a betrayed look. Smirking, the seeker merely shrugged.

The Decepticon leader took a very deep sigh, “Optimus, we’re not pirates.”

“But we raid.” A flippant reply. The idiot looked so pleased with himself as their mechs started bringing out the warpaint and as many pistols and swords as they could scrounge up. He had a point thought. They did raid. And Optimus’s speedsters were scarily good at it. No empty wastelands between Iacon and the others cities were safe from the Prime’s mechs. Which was one of the reason’s he’d agreed to join their two rebellions into a whole.

Tactically speaking, it was a very good idea. Sanity wise? Worst decision of his life. He’d known the Autobots were a little on the crazy side, but that still hadn’t prepared him for constant ridiculousness. Or helmaches.

“We raid the Council’s supply lines and from the army. Pirates raid everyone.”

“Then we’re just pirates to the Council.”

Another deep sigh. Count to ten. Don’t strangle him. Special ops wouldn’t let him live a day if he killed Optimus. “Pirates don’t have many morals Optimus. And you have a lot of those, even if you tend not to act like it.”

The Prime just grinned at him, teeth and all, and accepted a sword from Smokescreen in passing, checking the blade over for nicks. “We’re good pirates.”

Megatron stared. He couldn’t even comprehend...... “That is not a thing.”

“It is now.”

“We’re not even near an ocean!” The large gray mech slammed his hands on the table, “Pirates are always on an ocean.”

“Not space pirates.”

“We’re planet-side Optimus! We’re not in space either.”

“Land pirates then.”

“Those... those are called raiders. Or thieves.”

“Same difference.”

Ooooh, he could hear Starscream snickering behind him. Little glitch thought this was so funny. He could hear it over the sounds of excited chatter and weapons clattering as the mechs got excited as they usually did before a raid. If Jazz didn’t rile them up, it was always Optimus. This was a setup. The stupid /damn clever/ Autobots were baiting him again. “RATCHET! Come knock some sense into Optimus before I punch him!”

The medic had practice. He was up behind the Prime and grabbing him by the audio finial before the mech could dodge. “Ow! Ratchet! Ow ow ow.....”

“I am not a pirate.” Growled the shorter white and red bot into the side of Prime’s helm. His grip tightened although he didn’t look too angry at the moment, just annoyed. Primus knew he was used to this sort of madness.

“Right! Right! You’re the medic!” Optimus agreed hastily, cringing although he didn’t dare pull away.

“Good.” Ratchet huffed, releasing the taller bot. Said bot quickly backed up a step or two before giving a wide grin.

“A medic for the pirates?”

One look at Ratchet’s face and Optimus bolted toward the armory with trailing laughter.

In my together au; Optimus has somehow become a troublemaker. Mainly because he was close with the Twins, and then later Jazz for quite awhile before becoming Prime. He was also not on the right side of the law, so his views toward authority are a little mixed.

All the diplomats and nobles and “important people” thinks he’s very stiff and serious and all that. Which he sometimes is. But only when he has to be. They don’t live in the base, so they don’t know that he helps Sideswipe pull pranks or drive everyone crazy with stupid ideas that somehow work. It’s mainly Jazz’s fault. And partially Sideswipe.

#together au #megatron #pirates #optimus #is a dork #he and the twins love pirates #story #snippet #writing #humor #transformers

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tahlreth · 7 years

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1, 3, 38 & 36 Bucky/Tony

AN: This one was super fun - might have ended up more humorous than the prompter requested, but I couldn’t help it. This is an AU where apparently Buck and Tony bought a house and live together, and Steve is tiny.

The prompts were: ‘You’re really soft’, ‘You’re cute when you’re worried’, ‘Have you lost your mind?’, and ‘I’d like it if you stayed’.

Beware the read more.

Tony had been asleep for three blissful hours when he was jolted awake by what sounded like a stampede of elephants, or maybe just one really angry one. “Jay?” The question was groggy and slurred, but his AI was used to his peculiarities and understood him just fine.

“It appears Sergeant Barnes and Mr. Rogers are at the door, Sir,” JARVIS answered, amusement ringing clear through his words. “They seem to have forgotten that Sergeant Barnes has a key.”

Groaning, Tony dropped his head back onto the pillow and dragged both hands down his face. They had to be drunk - there was no other explanation for it. His Bucky-babe was pretty smart, usually, and Steve wasn’t all that lacking in intelligence either. For them both to have forgotten that Bucky could get in, and that their neighbors hated when there was ‘a racket’, they had to be three sheets to the wind. The pounding was only getting louder, and he could hear some muffled shouting too. They were so getting a call in the morning, or maybe Mr. Heins would be over himself, looking all mean-faced. Hell, if the idiots kept it up, they might even get a lovely visit from the police that very night.

“Goddammit. Jay, why didn’t we put in the sensors so you could open doors on your own yet?” As he spoke, he reluctantly rolled out of bed, stumbling a little before he caught himself. Yawning and scratching his stomach, he hurried to the door as fast as he could, cursing his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s BFF. “This is a pain in my ass.”

“You had the trip to India, Sir, and then you were offended when Mr. Rogers called me 'creepy’ and insinuated you would be lost without me.”

“But I would be.”

“You never like that pointed out, Sir.”

“Huh. True. Okay. Well, put in on the fucking list, because this is ridiculous.”

“Before or after painting the garage?”

“What the fuck do you think?”

“Before then. Done, Sir, and would you like me to intercept the call currently being placed to the local police department?”

“That’s really sweet of you,” he answered, scowling as he neared the door. “But I don’t need people thinking you’re like… SkyNet or something. We’ll just handle the police when they get here. Maybe I'l put some coffee on for them.” Tony could have given the idiots warning, but instead he stood to one side, then yanked the door open hard. Bucky and Steve tumbled inside in a tangle of limbs and a lot of really loud cursing, which was fucking aggravating because now Mrs. Heins would be the one to visit, holding a bar of soap in a very pointed manner. Jesus fuck. “Have you lost your mind?” he hissed, not sure which moron he was talking to. Bucky should know better, and Steve definitely knew better, and whoever the hell had driven them here was officially on his shit list.

“TONY!” Bucky bellowed, shoving Steve away from him and lunging at Tony’s legs. He just about took Tony to the floor with him, but Tony firmed his knees just in time, arms windmilling wildly as he tried to keep his balance. “I missed ya. Missed ya lots'n lots'n lots'n… just a whole bunch.” His idiot boyfriend clearly had no volume control at the moment, because he was sill talking way too loud, with just a touch of a slur. Thankfully, Steve had crawled his way to the door and slammed it shut, and was now staring at it in a very satisfied manner.

“Kept the outside out,’ he reported proudly to no one. Tony could feel a throbbing in his left temple, and he prayed for patience as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Very good, Mr. Rogers.” Jay was a fucking Godsend, and would be able to handle Steve just fine while he focused on the idiot that was his. “I believe after doing such a fine job with the door, you will be able to stand and make your way to the couch.”

“Need a path,” Tony heard the tiny blond answer belligerantly before he turned the bulk of his attention to Bucky, who was still informing Tony how much he’d been missed.

“You’re like… like the ocean Tony, 'cause how it’s so salty and… unpredictable and it’s got all these fish, right? Pretty ones with all the colors and stuff. But the ocean - Tony, Tony, we should go the ocean, but the one by Malibu 'cause the one here is cold and shit, but you’re not cold, you’re all warm and deep and blue - but the fish! Tony. The fish. They’d be fine without the ocean, right? The one you’re going to teach me to surf in? You know the one, the warm one with the fish that’d it’d be fine without.” Jesus Christ, his boyfriend was a fucking lunatic, and Tony was even crazier for finding his drunken attempt at speech endearing. “That’s you, Tony, and I’m… I’m the fish. But the pretty ones, with like… like colors and shit. Not those flat ugly suckers. I wanna be a… a fish with… I dunno. But one in warm water because you’re a warm ocean and I’m a fish and I have to have you to be okay. That’s how much I missed you - like a fish misses the ocean. Can I go to bed now?”

“Yes, you beautiful mess, you can go to bed now.” When he carded his hands through Bucky’s hair, the man tried to start purring - probably thought it would be funny in his alcohol-soaked mind - and only managed to sound like a car engine trying and failing to turn over. It was sort of adorable though, so Tony kept up the motion and didn’t say anything about the weird noise. Instead he used the time to track Steve’s motions. Jay was coaching his wobbly path to the living room, where he could sleep on the sofa until he sobered up a bit.

Tomorrow, Tony decided cheerfully, seemed like the perfect day to wake up early and work on projects that required very loud power tools.

“Alright, come on Bucky-bumbles. I can’t carry you so I need you to stand up so we can get you to bed.”

“Okay. But Tony?”

“What?”

“You never said that we could go to the ocean.”

“We can go to the ocean.”

“'N you didn’t say the ocean wouldn’t be the ocean without fish.”

“Buck-”

“Toooonyyyyyy,” he whined, smooshing his face against Tony’s stomach and rubbing his nose there. “Ooooh… you’re really soft.”

“That’d be my shirt.”

“We pick good fabric softener.”

“Oh my fucking God.”

“Does God fuck?”

“James Buchanan Barnes. Get your ass up off that floor and help me get you to the bedroom, or so help me I will leave you here and go to bed all by myself.”

“Nooooo. Tony… Tony if I stay you hafta, 'cause I missed you'n even if I said the ocean - when can we go?”

“What?”

“When can we go to the ocean.” Bucky peeked up at him with one bloodshot but hopeful eye, and Tony felt himself melt.

“You’re not gonna remember any date we set tonight. We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay?”

“Kay. But Tony. Tony. Tony. To-”

“What?”

“The ocean needs fishies as much as the fishes need the ocean, so you can’t leave me. If I stay here, you gotta too. Okay? I really like it if you… if you stayed here and then you could be my warm, salty ocean pillow and we’d be sooo happy because we’d be together, and-” This wasn’t cute - it wasn’t cute even a little bit. Tony was angry, not charmed, and Bucky wasn’t being super adorable.

“How much did you have to drink?”

“I dunno. Tasha bought me stuff and said 'drink’ and so I did, and then the room went kinda swimmy, but then she gave me more and things got fuzzy instead, and then I thought of you and the ocean and I missed you so much so I had her bring me'n Stevie home, and then you weren’t happy to see me, and you think the ocean would be just fine without colorful fishies.” Tony tried to remind himself again that he was angry, but it was hard when his boyfriend had started sort of listing from side to side, humming into his stomach.

“I was happy to see you, it’s just late and I was sleeping, and you were being very loud,” Tony murmured, running his hands through Bucky’s hair again. “You’re right, the ocean without any fish would be boring, and I thought we’d decided that Nat is not allowed to pick your drinks? You only forget about your key when she’s the one handing them out.”

“I got a key? Tony… you… you gave me a key to your house?”

“It’s our house, remember? We bought it together?”

“Oh my God. I’m so lucky. TONY! We live together!” Bucky proclaimed it like it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever heard, and Tony was so in love with him that it was pathetic.

“Yeah, we do. Tomorrow we’ll talk about visiting the ocean to surf and see the, ah, the fishies. We’ll also have a long talk about why you’re not allowed to drink with Nat anymore and why she just dropped you and Steve off instead of helping you get inside.”

“Sam was driving, not her, and he said we could get our own stupid asses inside 'cause it was our fault for being so dumb and drinking with Tasha.”

“Jay?”

“Noted, Sir.” Wilson was in for SUCH a pranking. “Mr. Rogers is asleep on the sofa - shall I set an alarm to wake him up?” For one spiteful moment, Tony almost said 'yes, and make sure it’s loud’, but relented at the last moment.

“No, it’s fine. We all have tomorrow off - no alarms. We’ll all get up when we get up.”

“Very well Sir.”

“JARVIS! Did you know me'n Tony live together? Like fishies in the ocean?”

“I did, Sergeant Barnes, but congratulations once again.”

“Thanks. Tony, why aren’t we in bed?”

“Because you won’t stand up and I can’t carry you.”

“Bet I could carry you,” he retorted, standing up with alarming speed and nearly tipping over in the process.

“Bucky! Let’s not… I know you can carry me, but let’s not try that tonight, okay?” Tony murmured, steadying his boyfriend, encouraging him to lean on Tony. “You’re really drunk, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying.”

“Kay. You know, you’re cute when you’re worried. Really cute. So cute. My cute live-in boyfriend.” Bucky was probably aiming for his mouth, but Tony ended up getting a big, wet smooch on the cheek; when Bucky tried introducing his tongue to the mix, he decided that was enough of that and pulled away just a little.

“Thanks. Okay. Let’s get you to bed where I can be the ocean-”

“Salty, warm ocean.”

“… right. Salty warm ocean. And you can be a… a pretty fish of indeterminate color.”

“Mmmkay. Tony!”

“What?”

“I have KEYS!”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

#my fic #my writing #prompt fic #winteriron #Tony Stark #Bucky Barnes #drunken shenanigans #drunken metaphors #Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes

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bubblegum-switch · 7 years

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Louder, My ‘Lee

Enjoy some definitely pre-established!Klance and I-don’t-even-know-when!Shallura.

Title: Louder, My ‘Lee

Themes: ‘Ler/Implied-ticklish!Keith, ‘Lee/ticklish!Lance, ‘Ler/Implied-ticklish!Shiro, ‘Lee/ticklish!Allura, Keith being mean and teasy, seriously there’s lots of verbal teasing, Shallura being fluffy, Shiro and Allura being dorks, Lance being most of the ‘lees in the community, Hunk and Pidge also being bros, Lance being adorable and kind-of insecure about liking The Thing™, the author shamelessly projecting their life onto characters for the sake of writing and being put into Such A Mood because of it, and a contest that would Kill The Author Personally, fuck this is so improbable regardless of anything don’t look at me, but hey thanks for 50 followers i can’t believe how thirsty we all are for klance content, also i’m like 99% sure there won’t be a part 2 because of how similar it would be to this one

Rating: Pretty tame but… Keith is a teasy bastard… it’s all SFW tho seriously

Word Count: app. 2.5k

(A/N: Yes, that is how they catch shrimp, yes that is what they call it, and yes I had to sit through a documentary that it was part of while my father was right next to me so… fun times. But I guess it paid off lmao)

The six – sans Coran who currently had the slipperies – were eating dinner. Naturally, Hunk made the food at this point and their days of Food Goo were long in the past. They’d pushed the chairs closer together so the three chairs on each side were nearly touching, since now it felt weird having so much space between them.

Keith sat in-between Pidge and Lance on one side while Shiro sat in-between Hunk and Allura on the other. They all ate their food happily with little bits of conversation popping up here and there, but mostly the hall was quiet as they were enjoying their dinner.

“Mmm, this is fantastic, Hunk, one of your best dishes yet!” Lance mused as he took another large bite.

Hunk smiled proudly. “I figured you’d like it, Lance. It was the closest to seafood as I could find.”

“If we were back on Earth, I’d never know it wasn’t shrimp! It tastes like home, man,” he praised, taking another chomp.

“It really is excellent, Hunk,” Allura chimed in. “But what’s shrimp?” she asked none of them in particular.

Shiro chuckled fondly. “They’re these little animals that live in the ocean. People catch them with these special nets and then you can cook them in a lot of different ways. I could be wrong but I think they’re one of the most popular kinds of seafood back on Earth.”

Pidge piped up from her bite of food. “Wait, ‘special’ nets? I didn’t know they were any different.”

Lance felt his face grow just a shade pinker, and he heard Keith snicker under his breath next to him, but whether Keith noticed the blush, or merely knew what Lance was thinking was unknown to him. Both were possible. Living on an island with lots of seafood had very few disadvantages, but this was one: Lance knew a lot about catching seafood. The blue paladin was mentally begging for no one to explain it to Pidge.

Of course, Shiro decided to. “Well, I don’t quite remember all the details, but the nets have fronds or extra strings or something on them to, heh, ‘agitate’ the shrimp to pick them up in the net.” He smirked. “They call it ‘The Shrimp Tickler,’ because apparently shrimp are ticklish.”

Pidge, Keith, and Hunk all laughed. Lance forced a few uncomfortable and nervous chuckles from his reddened face, and Allura just looked like she was thinking.

“What’s up Allura?” Pidge asked, smiling.

“I don’t think that ‘shrimp’ – at least the ones I’m familiar with – would have an advanced enough nervous system to feel such a thing.” She looked at the oldest paladin. “Shiro, you aren’t playing another trick on me, are you?”

Lance – who was now of course hyper-alert at this point – saw the predatory grin on Shiro’s face, and would’ve hid his own face if he wanted to call attention to himself.

Shiro turned towards the alien princess. “How could you accuse me of such a thing?” He said with mock-hurt. “I mean if we have to test my statement—”

He reached out and squeezed her side, and she squeaked. “Shiro! I’m not—” but she quickly dissolved into giggles as he ran his fingers up and down her sides.

“See Allura? Shrimps are ticklish!” he smiled, laughing along with her.

“I cahan behe tahahaller than yohohu!”

“Aw yeah, get her Shiro!” Hunk shouted, laughing too.

Lance was trying to ignore it but knew he was staring. He knew it was only a matter of time until someone noticed him…

“Like what you see?” Keith whispered into his ear, and Lance knew that voice very well.

Lance froze and didn’t respond, but a small smile leaked past his lips and betrayed his feelings. He bit his lip to try to hide it but Keith took notice of that, too.

“Hm? Are you jealous of Allura?” Keith said just loud enough to put a teasing tone into his voice, but not nearly loud enough to be heard by the others.

Luckily for Lance, the others were too preoccupied to notice: Shiro was still tickling Allura, and Pidge and Hunk were betting each other on if Allura was going to turn the tables. No one noticed the boy squirming in his chair with a face that almost matched his “tormentor’s” lion.

“Do you wish you were Allura and I was Shiro?” Keith teased in that same voice, and snaked his arm around Lance’s waist and lightly drummed him fingers against the taller boy’s side while pulling him just a little closer. Lance bit his lip harder and tried to not show anything was happening. Keith knew from the silence that Lance was pretty much dying (re: melting) on the inside.

When they were alone Lance wouldn’t even try to stay quiet because he didn’t care if he was laughing during his arguments or not, so he could refute anything and hold his own (more or less). But now? Lance was trying as hard as he could not to do anything so no one would notice.

How funny, Keith thought, amused to no end by it, he loves being the center of attention but now he can’t stand it. He was so proud of that statement he had formed in his mind, that he whispered it into Lance’s ear. He made sure to brush his lips and his breath against the blue paladin’s ever-so-sensitive ears as he did so, just to make him shiver and nearly leak out a giggle.

“Why don’t you laugh for me?” Keith teased softly, then nearly laughed himself as he got another thought. “Maybe Shiro and I should have a contest… who can get their ‘lee to laugh louder?” He saw Lance’s face grow redder than he thought possible, maybe it was the notion of the suggestion itself or the fact that he called Lance his ‘lee. He changed his hand so it was teasing at bare skin under Lance’s shirt, just ever-so-softly tickling above the waistband of his jeans.

Lance may have been yelling “no” in his mind repeatedly after that suggestion, but he loved what was happening. Not necessarily the fact that it was in front of everyone – that was awfully mean of Keith – but… he really loved Keith and he also really loved being tickled so he’d take it. He knew Keith would stop if he could tell Lance wasn’t enjoying himself, so he wasn’t too worried. But also… he wasn’t sure how much Keith was joking about that little “game” that he suggested. He knew that Keith knew it would embarrass him, but if somebody noticed how much “trouble” Lance was having then… oh god he hoped no one would notice. That just might give Keith the opportunity to do so.

Keith’s hand shot to Lance’s stomach as he saw that Shiro’s hand had switched to Allura’s. Allura’s laughter increased in volume as Lance nearly jumped out of his skin, a sharp laugh escaping his lips before he slammed them shut again and was left shaking in his seat. Luckily for him, Allura drowned him out sound-wise. Unluckily for him, Pidge saw the motion out of the corner of her eye and noticed that Keith’s hand mirrored Shiro’s. She met eyes with Keith and smirked. She met eyes with Shiro and raised her eyebrows, seemingly having a nonverbal conversation with both of them. She looked back at Hunk, who smiled a knowing smile.

“So, my little green friend,” Hunk began, much to the blue paladin’s chagrin, “shall we propose a new wager?”

Lance’s stomach dropped. Nooooo…

“And what might that wager be, Hunk?” Pidge asked with mock-innocence, fully well-aware of what was about to happen.

“Well, I bet Shiro can make Allura laugh louder.”

“Pssh no way, Keith can totally make Lance laugh louder,” she laughed mischievously.

Hunk smirked, “hm I don’t know, he’s being pretty quiet right now…”

Keith chimed in with a darker tone, but laughing as well as he still worked Lance’s skin beneath his nimble fingers. “He was just being quiet because he didn’t want anyone to hear him laugh. Give me a second—”

Keith snaked an arm behind him, pulled him closer, and now used both hands now to tickle Lance’s stomach as the blue paladin erupted into a fit of giggles. He tried grabbing at Keith’s hands, but the red paladin noticed that once Lance actually managed to grab a hold of his wrists, he didn’t move them away. If anything, he pulled them closer. Keith tried not to make a sound of endearment at the action, or perhaps lack-of-action, and instead turned it against him.

“You like this, huh? Not even trying to move my hands away?” he teased as Lance’s laughter increased. He looked over to see Shiro whispering in Allura’s ear as well, and the red and black paladins smiled at each other for a moment before returning to their missions.

“You just want me to tickle you,” he whispered matter-of-factly. Lance’s face was beet-red. Keith knew just how much teasing got to him and a part of him almost felt a little bad, but then the sympathy went away when he remembered really how much Lance was loving this, and then Keith’s stomach jumped a little when he thought of how much revenge Lance would be exacting later. But no matter, there were more important things at hand.

“Come on, you can be louder than that,” he whispered again. “I can move to somewhere more… ticklish… if it’ll help.” He drew out the word that he knew Lance would be affected by, before slowly moving the quick fingers up his sides. Lance began to twist and squirm in his seat as his giggles grew into fuller laughs, and Keith heard that he was less-reserved about it now.

“I know how much you love this… being at my mercy, feeling my fingers dance all over you, the electrifying sensations… and I know you love to laugh, Lance.” His hands were coming closer and closer to Lance’s armpits, and all things combined were creating desperate-sounding laughter from the blue paladin’s mouth. Keith knew that even though Lance’s laughter may have made it seem so, he hadn’t even come close to having had enough yet. All their times before had led Keith to know exactly when to stop, and Lance was nowhere near that.

“Come on my ‘lee, laugh for me. You’re so ticklish Lance, I don’t know how you’re holding out…”

Lance’s mind was turning to mush, but he was in heaven. He was maintaining enough composure to avoid curling up into Keith though; he wanted to keep a little shred of dignity. He wanted to keep just how much he liked… that… unknown to the others. He didn’t care that Keith knew, obviously, but Lance himself thought it was weird, even though Keith never made him feel weird about it. But who knows what the others would think?

His heart jumped when he realized Keith called him his ‘lee again… he did like being called that…

At least he knew he could get Keith back for this later.

He was writhing in his seat, and he opened his eyes to try to see Allura, who was in a similar but far worse situation to him. Shiro was using his Galra arm to gently but firmly hold both of her wrists above her head while he used his free arm to tickle her armpits, rapidly switching between them. Her laughter rang sweet and high above Lance’s due to pitch, but they just about matched in volume.

One thing Lance noticed – before Keith increased pressure on Lance’s armpits forcing him to wrench his eyes closed again – was that Shiro had a big, dopey lovey-dovey grin on his face. God, it felt so good to see that man in love.

“Come on Lance, we might win,” Keith whispered. “Thank god you’re so ticklish…”

Keith figured it was time to add another punch, and he pulled Lance onto his lap. Still tickling under his arms, he started nibbling the blue paladin’s neck.

Lance nearly screamed with laughter and covered his face, but Keith persisted. Lance knew Keith wouldn’t push him too far, so by this point he didn’t have anything left to be worried about.

Keith looked over and saw Shiro was slowing his attack. He didn’t ease up on Lance just yet, however, because he wanted to win… but also because of the fact that he knew Lance was absolutely in love with this.

When Allura’s laughter was nearly gone, Keith began letting up. Not because he thought Lance had had enough, he still had a very, very long way to go before that point, but because the blue paladin was probably embarrassed and Keith didn’t want it so all the attention was on him – then he might not actually enjoy it. He stopped nibbling Lance’s neck and started nuzzling it instead, and he slowed his fingers until they stopped. He pulled his hands back, and chuckled at how Lance near-imperceptibly moved back towards his hands in their absence. Keith looked at the others with a big smile on his face. Actually, everyone had a big smile on their face.

“So, who won?”

Hunk and Pidge shared a glance. “Well, it was close for a while,” Hunk began, lacing his fingers together in front of him very seriously.

“But Lance was louder by far,” Pidge finished in an equally theatrical manner.

“Oh, come on,” Shiro laughed, helping Allura sit up straight again and then massaging her shoulders to alleviate any resulting tension.

“It was a good fight, Shiro. We’ll beat them next time,” Allura said playfully, but an edge of seriousness could be heard. Shiro was amazed that she actually wanted to win… and to do it again?

Keith grinned at Lance and slung his arm around the blue paladin’s shoulder. “Oh, so there’ll be a Round 2 eventually?”

Lance’s face reddened again, but he smiled sheepishly. “Oh, shut it, Keith.” His smile brightened suddenly as a light bulb went off in his head. He smirked at Keith, then the princess. “You know Allura, I think next time we should switch it up, and the two of us can see who can make our guys laugh louder. Whaddaya say, Keith? Shiro?”

Lance shoved Keith lightly, and he laughed at how Keith’s eyes widened for a moment before he stopped them. He also saw how Keith twitched his head so his hair fell over a good portion of his face to hide the encroaching blush.

Shiro’s face dusted pink, but Allura chimed in before he could say anything. “That’s a great idea, Lance! Besides, it’s only fair, right Shiro?” She looked up at him.

Shiro stammered out something about… something. It seemed even the notion of turning the tables was enough to render him a blushy, stuttering mess.

Allura giggled at his reaction. “If you’re doing that already, I’m sure we’ll win!”

“Mmm, I don’t know, Princess, I think I’ve got it in the bag. I’ll definitely win,” Lance said casually, stretching his tired muscles and leaning to whisper in Keith’s ear in a manner not unfamiliar:

“I’m sure of it.”

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