#but yeah one left me a lil sad so I decided to listen to the voicemails I have from teddy
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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬- 𝐞.𝐥
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ethan doesn’t believe in love at first sight until he sees you
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lil cursing, non!ghostface ethan, a short lil fluff
𝐚/𝐧: hopefully this one is a little cuter since the last one was kinda sad 🥴💘 not proofread either! also should next imagine be jack or another ethan?
ethan was sitting in the kitchen, scrolling through instagram on his phone. it was a friday night, and while most college kids were out partying, he was alone in his dorm. he had recently moved from california to attend the university. since he had moved on his own, he didnt know anyone in new york.
he had met his roommate , chad, the previous week. chad was friendly, but he was out with his friends most of time. speaking of which, where was chad tonight?
while ethan was brainstorming possibilities, the door handle started jiggling, and chad and a group of around six entered, all laughing.
however, the first thing ethan noticed was you.
your luscious hair slightly bounced as you walked inside with the group, and your bubbly aura immediately filled the room.
ethan was completely unaware that chad was returning with friends, and was severely caught of guard by their presence. panic filled his mind when he realized what he was wearing. he thought he looked so childish, with his pajama pants and white wife beater.
you however, thought he look amazing. he was so effortlessly gorgeous, with long, curly brown locks that draped over his forehead beautifully.
when chad saw ethans freaked out look, he immediately started apologizing for not warning him.
“holy shit man, im so sorry! i totally forgot to mention that they were coming over for a movie tonight.” chad says, panicking a little. everyone in the room was now fully aware of ethans awkward presence, and glared at him.
“uh- its no problem. i can go hang out in my room or something. or if you want me to leave the dorm, thats okay too! i can maybe go the store or to-“ ethan stuttered out, now embarrassed and looking at the floor, before he was cut off by another voice.
“ethan, right? you should join us! we were thinking about watching a horror movie, if you wanted to watch with us.” you say to the shy boy, who lifted his head up, now looking at you.
holy shit. he didn’t believe in love at first sight until he saw you there, the dim lighting somehow enhancing your features. cheesy, i know. but how could he not fall for you? you were caring, and not to mention, absolutely gorgeous.
“yeah i’d love to!” ethan exclaimed, quickly realizing how desperate he sounded. you only giggled, settling his nerves.
the group was now spread out in the living room, debating what movie to watch. everyone had introduced themselves to ethan, and from listening to them, he concluded that everyone seemed pretty chill.
anika and mindy were cuddled up together on one side of the couch, with tara and chad on the other side, also snuggling. sam was in her own recliner, which left you and ethan on the floor in the living room. you both sat in beanbag chairs that were very close together, making his heart speed up.
everyone decided that The Conjuring was a good choice, so chad turned it on. it was around midnight, and with every minute you could feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
as the movie played, you started to subconsciously close your eyes and lean your head on ethans shoulder.
your simple actions nearly caused the poor boys lungs to burst, butterflies swarming his stomach. he could no longer focus on the movie, for he was concentrated on keeping you asleep and comfortable.
however, he wasnt a big night owl, and started to drift off into sleep, too. he rested his head on top of yours, and quickly fell into a deep slumber.
by the end of the movie, you both somehow turned in your sleep, and ended up on the same beanbag, cuddling. your head laid on his chest, and his arms were wrapped loosely around your waist. both deep asleep, probably dreaming about one another.
while the credits played, the group shifted their attention from the screen to you and ethan. well, everyone except anika, because she too had fallen asleep on mindys shoulder.
quiet “awws” echoed from most of the friends, besides mindy, who wasn’t big on other’s relationships. tara was busy thinking, and came to the conclusion that you and him would make the cutest couple.
chad however wasn’t big on thinking, and whipped out his phone to take a picture of the pair. everyone looked at him, a little confused, while he held the biggest grin on his face.
when he noticed everyones facial expressions, he explained his reasoning.
“what? this will be a cute photo for when they start dating!” he blurts out.
the group laughs, and they decide to all spend the night at the boys dorm, because of how late it was, and how tired they all were.
chad was right. when you and ethan made it official a few months later, the photo never failed to stain his cheeks with a bright red hue.
#jack champion#ethan landry smut#ethan landry#ethan landry angst#ethan landry x reader#jack champion x y/n#jack champion x reader#jack champion x actress! reader#liv’s writing !
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I am, in fact, in love with you
opla koby x fem reader
Warnings: none, a lil bit of angst and swearing but nothing much really
Word count: 1.683
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<<but I want to join you!>>
<<get back to cleaning, you're a girl you could never stand our workouts!>>
I hear them laugh, their stupid voices echoing in my brain for a moment, then I just scroll them off my shoulders and get back to work, leaving that argument behind me.
I'm used to it, even though Garp choose me like every single one of them I never seem to be enough, just because of what I have between my legs; I can clean for hours under the burning sun but I can also fight, use a gun, cook, shoot with a cannon... I could do every single one of these things and more, if only someone believed in me and gave me the opportunity to do them.
<<y/n!>> I hear a squeaky voice behind me, I turn around to see who was calling me and I could recognize those pink, shiny hair from a mile away. <<You did such a great job... standing with your chin high even when they were trying to push you down, I would pay gold to have at least half of your courage...>>
There he is, my ray of sunshine, the only man on this ship that I don't want to punch in the face. Koby is my only friend, the only one that listens to me when I have something to say, he has been by my side since the beginning of our journey as cadets in the Marine.
<< Thanks Koby... I'm glad that someone still sees me as their peer>>
I smile to him and he scratches the back of his neck, a thing he does often when someone compliments him or is sweet to him in general, it's kind of sad that he is not used to it, due to his past in the Alvida Crew where he was nothing but a slave, but I'm glad that he is following his dream of becoming a marine now, he really is very determinate and intelligent and I think Garp saw that in him too.
We start to unravel the knots on the ropes that are used to manage the sails, and usually he start to do some info dumping about new things that he learned thanks to the books that Garp let him borrow from his personal library, but today he seems strangely quiet.
<<Koby... are you okay? You still haven't mentioned any new island that you would like to visit, and since I've met you it never happened, you always have something new to talk about>>. My tone is playful but with a pinch of worry.
He snaps his head up and awkwardly laughs; <<Oh no it's nothing, I'm just, pft, overthinking some... stuff yeah, but I'm totally fine! Actually I think Hermeppo needed my help with, you know, stuff!>>
He quickly gets up without leaving me the time to say anything, he was speaking so fast that I was confused on how we went from talking about him overthink "stuff" to Hermeppo needing his help with... "stuff".
<<I'll see you at dinner!>> <<but wait- >> I try to get up but he was already walking at speeding pace to the other head of the ship. I sigh, he's never been so strange, well, yes, he can get nervous pretty easily but it looked like he was hiding something from me and I don't see why he should do that.
At dinner my worries only increased, he decided to sit with Hermeppo and other elder marines, I sit alone at the table where we usually gather together and for a fraction of second he takes a quick, guilty, look at me, before going back to his conversation. He is definetly going to explain to me what the hell is happening, wether he likes it or not.
After the most boring dinner I've ever had on this ship I see him heading to his room, I quickly reach him and grab him by his left arm so that he could turn around and face me, he looks at me like a beaten dog.
<<Why are you ignoring me? You've been acting strage since this afternoon>>
<<I'm not ignoring you! And I'm not acting strange!>> He says, in a defensive tone.
<<Oh yes sure, then why didn't you sit with me at dinner? And you didn't even have the decency to tell me "look y/n I'm trying to make new friends, I'll go sit on a different table" so that I wouldn't find myself left out like an idiot! That hurted Koby...>>
I look at him, my eyes were almost starting to fill with tears, I felt betrayed by my only friend and I wasn't ready to be stabbed in the back like this by someone I thought different from the others.
Silence fills the space between us, the only sounds are the waves of the calm sea under us, the plates being cleaned in the kitchen and the chatting of some men smocking on the deck; Koby finally looks at me, the moon light glims into his eyes, a hurt expression painting his face.
<<y/n I'm sorry if I hurted you, I mean it, you're really dear to me and... that's part of the reason for my beaviour...>>
I cross my arms <<c'mon, speak, I'm listening>>
He sighs: <<when I started this journey I was on my own, Luffy, my only friend, wasn't by my side anymore and I knew that if I wanted to see him again I should've work hard>>
Luffy, he mentioned that name often, he told me that he was the pirate that saved him from Alvida and gave him the courage to become a marine.
<<but then I met you! A brilliant and strong young woman that shared my same dream, someone that I looked up to, I wanted to face life like you do and plus you were interested in my discovers so I felt like I could talk about everything with you...>>
At those praises I slighly blush, yeah sometimes he told me how he wanted my determination and everything but I never thought that he saw me as an actual role model.
<< In the last two weeks those feelings increased in me and I wanted to spend every free minute with you, and one day Hermeppo told me something that made my brain spin in confusion...>>
I look at him with a puzzeld expression and I raise an eyebrow as a gesture to tell him to go on.
<<he told me that it looked like I was in love with you... and from that moment I couldn't stop thinking about it, everything about you makes my heart beat as fast as a fired bullet: the way you laugh at my dumb jokes, the way your hair flow when the wind hits your face, the way you smile satisfied as you finish your workout, every little detail that I started noticing from that day made me fall in love with you even more!>>
I was petrified, I never thought about Koby as more than a friend, apart from when we watch the stars together and I can't help but stare at him, or when we're working together on the deck and the sun kiss his pale skin, or when he just spoke with Garp about something and he needs to tell me immediatly...
... ok no the list of times I felt butterflies in my stomach for him was actually pretty long.
I stare at him in embarassing silence
<<I knew this was dumb... God I sounded so stupid that's why I was strange today and then I ignored you at dinner, I wanted to confess to you but couldn't find the courage... typical of me...>>
<<Koby can you just shut up for one second?>>
I say laughing a bit and also taking him by surprise.
<< If you wouldn't always overthink everything you would have noticed that I feel the same for you, you're not just my only friend here but also the only one I can trust and... the only one that makes my life a little less shitty, so yeah, we could say that I like you too, a lot actually>>
I try to laugh the embarassment off and Koby looks at me with the brightest smile I've ever seen, but now it's his turn of surprising me: he throws himself at me and embrace me in a tight hug, his face is buried in the crook of my neck and I can feel his hair tickling me. He gently grabs my face and the feeling of his soft palms makes my cheeks go as red as cherries.
<<well you know this is technically the moment where I ask you to kiss me under the night sky, pretty romantic if you ask me, but obviously only if you want to, there's no rush- >>
I cut him off with a sweet laugh and he joins me
<<I should probably just shut up and kiss you right?>>
<<yeah, you should>>
With a warm smile, he places his lips against mine and in that moment my brain completly shuts off, I place my arms around his neck, my heart is racing and I can feel his too, coordinated with mine, both creating a perfect harmony for our lips to dance to; he is gentle and romantic and I can feel his shy hands moving from my cheeks to my hips, his touch is delicate, like he is almost scared of breaking me.
At one point we both break the kiss to get some air, we look at eachother with heart shaped eyes, just like corny sweethearts. He is the first to break the silence.
<<I hate to say it but I guess Hermeppo was right>>
<<about what?>>
He shakes his head and innocently smirks.
<<I am, in fact, in love with you>>
I simply smile at that sentence, wondering how I got so lucky to find such a pure soul to show me what love really felt like, because yes, I was, in fact, in love with him.
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THE END!!!
[authors note]
Thank you so much for reading this y'all! Hope you liked it as much as I do, Koby is my baby fr he deserves all the love in this world :')
I love writing for the One Piece and One Piece Live Action fandom so excpect many works with Oda's characters.
Sorry for any grammatical errors and rember to stay safe on the internet ;)
xoxo, Ali <3
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#one piece#one piece x reader#one shot#one piece fanfiction#koby one piece#koby#op koby#coby one piece#koby x reader#koby opla#opla x reader#opla fanfiction#fluff#one piece fluff#opla fluff
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Hi! Love your fic recs, do you have any good tim and dick or bruce early relationship ones? Thanks!
Yes!
by @sohotthateveryonedied my beloved <3
The heart monitor beats, steady and unchanging, keeping time with Dick’s pulse under Tim’s grip on his wrist. Tim hasn’t left yet—not since a few hours ago when Leslie finished operating and Dick was brought here to recover. Bruce went home to change into civvies, but Tim is persistent in his vigil at Dick’s bedside.
The damage was severe, the blade slicing straight through Dick’s abdomen. It’s only thanks to pure luck that it didn’t hit anything vital, but Dick nearly died from the blood loss. Tim’s fault. All of this is Tim’s fault.
GAHHHHH SELF WORTH ISSUESSSS AGHHHH also dick spends like half this fic unconscious lmfaooo
by @coffinbirds
Dick doesn't think he'll ever get used to his little brother's idiosyncrasies. It's like whenever he thinks the kid can't get any weirder, he decides to just blow Dick out of the water with some new abnormality.
It's endearing.
it IS endearing!!! lil druggie tim
by @damthosefandoms
Tim gets mugged but is more annoyed than anything else. Dick just wants lunch (and for his brothers to stop playing musical chairs with his motorcycle).
this is so incredibly sweet and the reveal is so well done :)
by @nolongersun
The stained glass of Gotham Cathedral casts a saturated glow down onto them, painting the two brothers and the body in a golden light. It makes the blood staining the carpet look like wine.
Tim moves closer to Dick. Places a cautious hand on his brother’s back. “Dick, listen to me.”
He makes a decision.
“We need to move the body.”
How many Gotham vigilantes does it take to cover up a crime from the Batman?
Dick kills the Joker fuck yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also no technically just a dick and tim fic but I like it so its going on the list
by anthologia
The Redbird’s navigation will tell him where he is from pretty much anywhere in the country, but that doesn’t help him with the hopeless lost feeling in his chest that sank in with the realization that he’s not sure he still has a home to judge his position by.
“You’d tell me, right?” The wrong words fall out of his mouth, and Tim hates how tiny and vulnerable he sounds right now. “If there was something… wrong with me?”
dick grayson being jack drakes number one hater will never get old
by vellaphoria
After Cass and Tim return from Paris, something seems… wrong.
Dick tries to find out what it is.
GOD whenever i read this it's like a physical hand wraps around my heartttt ahhh also this one deals with SA so be careful!
by keeptogethernow
Tim's had a lot of birthdays (well, a lot for him) but he's never really GOT why people have parties for them. Dick plans on changing that.
this fic is simultaneously so sweet and soooo sad omg
by @renecdote
There’s medical jargon and statistics and sympathies but all Tim hears is Not going to wake up. Over and over. A sickening, morbid loop that cuts through every word, every thought, every memory his brain throws up at him.
Tim has to pull the plug on his fucking dad omg. props to bruce for being there tho good on him
by @violet-witch-6
So he’s the Wednesday of Robins. No big deal. He knows what he did for Bruce and his family. He knows the role he played in creating that family. Who cares if no one else does?
The truth is, Tim’s story has never been about the masks. It’s always been about the people beneath them.
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Or: Tim’s entire life so far told in one long depressing (occasionally funny) go. Strap in for some hard core character study style angst.
HOW does this not have more attention??? this one is very expansive past what you technically asked for, but I want to rec it. so.
by @lectorel
Tim knows his parents weren't the best. He just doesn't understand why it matters.
Bruce isn't necessarily the best parent in this one, but man is it sweet
#im gonna admit. this one was a bit hard#i promote fics with >1k kudos but these relationships are honestly lesser written about :( which is sad :(#fic rec#batfam#batfam fic rec#batfam fanfiction#dc comics#batman#batman fanfiction#batfamily#dc#dcu#shut up somaya#dc universe#tim drake#bruce wayne#dick grayson
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Ok umm I don’t know if you have requests open or not but can you do a epel x reader which epel got turned into a fox and have deal with a lot more of rook and vil so his only escape is with the reader?? and the reader couldn’t resist pampering him by petting him on the ears and tail??
STAN EPPY
ahem- yes!! That sounds so cute ^^
I definitely loved writing this because it's so fluffy...like...literally- So enjoy this one! ^^
Content Warnings: None
Epel gets turned into a fox and his s/o is having wayy too much fun with him.
Epel x GN!Reader
How did this even happen?
Epel was in one of his alchemy lessons and it wasn't a good idea bringing apple juice to the lesson. Instead of grabbing his apple juice, he grabbed a potion and drank it.
That was Jack's explanation to you, holding a small fox version of your beloved.
You were probably not listening because of how fluffy fox Epel looked and how his round eyes were just innocently blinking at you.
"Uh...y/n?"
"OH! Yeah sure Jack I'll take care of him!!"
Jack gave you the fox and left to his club activities. You just looked at Epel and Epel just looked at you.
"You wanna walk around a bit?" You asked, to which Epel nodded.
While you were walking around, the one person Epel didn't want to see popped up. Vil.
"Greetings potato. Have you by any chance seen Epel? He's supposed to meet me after his alchemy lesson."
Epel growled at him.
"N-not really. Maybe he's-"
"What is this creature doing here?! Is this even allowed???" Vil interrupted you, pointing to fox Epel.
"Ah...this...it's-"
"C'est Epel!" Rook exclaimed, popping out of a bush, giving you, Vil and Epel a slight scare.
"Rook...how many times must I tell you to not hide in bushes. Look your hair is messed up."
"My apologies Roi du Poison,"
Vil turned to Epel.
"Look here baby potato, I don't know how you got into this situation, but I need you to be at Pomefiore 4pm sharp. Understood?"
And with that, the third years walked away.
Epel gave you puppy eyes and nuzzled into your arms, as if he was begging you to not leave him in his dorm.
"Alright...I'll see what I can do..." You said, a defeated smile plastering on your face.
You decided to take him to your dorm, as he wouldn't attract attention there. He rested himself on your bed and was going to take a nap. It looked really cute so you just felt like pampering him.
You grabbed the fox and cuddled it into your arms.
"Why're you so fluffy and cute-"
The fox was startled by your sudden enthusiasm. He then felt smug about getting so much affection so he nuzzled you back.
Epel did feel slightly jealous that the amount of affection you gave this fox form was alot more than how much you give his normal form. But for now he's living the moment.
You pampered him for about 30 minutes now and he's loving it...but he kind of wants to go bite people who call him cute(you're an exception but don't use it often he'll be sad) and make the most of being a small but fierce animal.
He tries to move away from your embrace but you're too strong.
"C'monn, lemme pamper you a lil bit more~"
He gave up trying.
You felt so much comfort cuddling him that you fell asleep, holding him in your arms.
When you woke up from your nap, you found yourself laying on the human version of your boyfriend.
"Epel! When did you turn back?"
"When ya were asleep. Good morning~" He kissed your nose.
"I love any form of you I swear to the sevens." As you were about to get up, Epel pulled you into his embrace once more and trapped you in his arms.
"Leaving so soon?" He asked with a grin.
"I mean...I napped for an hour so..."
"What happened to all that lovin' n pettin' y'were doin' all that time back? Won't you do it again?" He teased.
"If you want to...I mean I prolly skipped a class."
"I'll come up with yer excuse. Just pamper me more." He rested his head onto your neck.
You smiled. He was so determined to get what he wants and it's something alot like a fox.
"Alright then,"
Meanwhile:
"It's 4:10...Where is Epel!?" Vil asked, unhappy.
"Maybe we shall spare him this time, Roi du Poison. Did you see how much love his round, fox eyes held when he looked at y/n? It was a pure sight!" Rook explained, making Vil roll his eyes.
"Just this once!"
I never really wrote for a character turning into an animal + I wrote this at 2a.m. so I'm sorry if it kinda came out weird. Hope you enjoyed it tho 💖
-Madeline🐧
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#epel x reader#epel felmier x reader#epel felmier#epel x mc#epel x you#epel x yuu#pomefiore x reader#pomefiore#epel fluff
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Would You Go Back?
word count: 1,854 words
characters: Nanami Kento x gn!reader ; (minor: Ieiri Shoko; Itadori Yuji)
warnings: None! Just kinda mellow and maybe a lil sad-ish. Takes place around chapter 31.
a/n: Trying to mentally prep myself for the Shibuya arc and how devastating it'll be so... pulling this fic off the back burner and finally sharing after a couple of prolonged edits..
"Ugh... he's lost a decent amount of blood. I'll need a little more time for Itadori..."
Shoko raised her mask above her nose as she turned to fully focus her technique on a comatose Yuji. Stitches of his vascular system carefully regenerated within the steadily sealing puncture wounds.
"He'll likely be alright... seems to be a pretty strong kid. Just give me an hour and a half..."
She directed her words more-so to the somber, sandy blonde man next to you. Sitting in between the bit of encouragement that she could offer, a pensive silence weighed on the room.
You and Shoko had made plans to catch up for the first time since your graduation from the school. Nearly a decade ago, you had decided on another path well away from Tokyo and jujutsu society. The reunion was intended to be a sweet moment of reminiscence with your underclassman.
"Ahaha~ I really can't believe we didn't do this sooner..."
"Well you're the one who decided to go away! Besides, I've always only been a phone call away."
"Mmm..." You let Shoko's words settle. "Yeah... I'm sorry, you're right... I just figured you guys were usually busy. Especially.... uh... after everything with Geto-kun..."
"Eh...? Excuses... excuses..." Shoko sat the rocks glass down on her desk.
"Listen, I get it. You knew what you wanted and got out before we did— well, Gojo and I never really left after all-"
"The school would probably be fucked if you guys ever did decide to leave."
"Heheh... the pay is too good. But you took the leap for your own happiness. I can't be upset over you wanting something else... besides, you're not hurting anyone. I think we're all okay with you being okay... now let's go be okay at a bar. You're drinking up my stash."
Her phone rang while you were both gathering your things, alerting her to the emergency at hand. It was only natural that something urgent- better yet- life or death, would interrupt the reunion before it officially started.
The gravity of the situation had almost made you fearful to check the expression of the handsome acquaintance. Regardless of how stoic Kento appeared, you and Shoko both knew that being a spectator in this room would do nothing for his growing feeling of helplessness.
"Nanami..."
Shoko looked up towards him.
"You should have your wound checked on. It might have been stressed during the altercation."
Then turned her gaze to you. A stern request rather than a suggestion... you took the hint. A stint of medical training (traumatic curse-related response and otherwise) had over-prepared you for smaller tasks like these, though, maybe less so for the potential psychological work.
"Oh. I can take over from here..."
Before you could direct him, Kento made his way to the adjacent office, holding the door open for you to follow. He released a deep sigh as the door closed and you quickly scanned the room for the proper supplies.
"Is it alright if I take a look? I'm sure you're fine but... it looked like you both were in a pretty intense situation there."
You spoke, but you weren't sure if he was really present. Rather, how could he be? From what you understood, Nanami and the young boy laying unconscious had both nearly died at the hands of a cursed spirit less than an hour ago. The room felt even heavier and you kept your gaze to the surrounding cabinets and drawers.
"Excuse me..."
You shifted focus to Kento, free of his suit jacket and button-up. Contours of his robust frame clung to his ribbed undershirt; bare and sturdy biceps on view.
"Where should I sit?"
Ears and cheeks flushed, you quickly motioned for him to sit atop the desk. He complied and you drew a bit closer, attempting to hide your bashfulness through conversation.
"So... where and when were you injured?"
He lifted his undershirt as modestly as he could. Despite this, your face felt even hotter, noting the toned and lightly freckled skin. You promptly snapped a latex pair of gloves onto your hands.
"This was only a few days ago. The same special grade. Not quite sure how it manifested but..."
He paused as you put a hand against his exposed side. The off-white dressing seemed clean from the outside which was a good sign.
"You both encountered it again tonight...?"
The question came out as a small utterance. Quietly guessing what could have injured Kento and incapacitated the boy in the next room, you began to peel back the bandage to reveal pink, raised scarring and a barely-there trace of fluid. Some areas were still slightly raw, others stressed and inflamed from the intense battle movements. But overall, thanks to Shoko's polished technique, the frighteningly deep wound mostly resembled a mild, weeks old injury.
"Yes... the curse was able to rewrite the shape of one's soul..."
Curbing your shock, you nodded with a low, understanding hum. Yuji was unfathomably lucky. Kento even more-so for braving it twice. Dabs of cotton dampened with a cooling gel ointment met Kento's delicate skin, causing him to flinch.
"Sorry... So, this cursed spirit is able to alter the soul... and, I suppose, the body. I've never come across this technique myself, luckily. Heard about this but... it's kinda hard to imagine..."
A swipe against the ripple of his obliques. He remained quiet as your focus moved from words to the work at hand.
"What did it look like?"
Extra care and thoroughness was taken in tending to the divots of pink skin.
"... A ragdoll... patched-up. Distressingly child-like in demeanor."
A violent shiver in your spine could not be held down. You nearly apologized for your sensitivity, unsure of how Kento would feel about a near stranger shuddering at his lived experience. Instead, you opted to shake your head and wordlessly began redressing the wound.
"... Forgive me if this is presumptuous... I take it you left this society a while ago?"
Despite the abruptness, the sudden call-out felt affirming. You figured that you weren't cut out for this life a while ago. If anything, your overall calmness and familiarity with combat care, curses, and techniques were fragments of book knowledge, muscle memory, and nostalgia melding together for you to makeshift some sort of normalcy.
But none of this was normal. Burying a quarter of your classmates... only to lose another quarter after graduation... was not normal. Bearing witness to the aftermath of your juniors' psychotic breaks... was not normal. Being given the tools to heal the world with no direction on healing the self...
"Ah... yeah. I'm grateful for what I can see and do, don't get me wrong... but..."
How would you word this for someone who's doing the job you refuse to do...?
"You were tired."
A fitting (undeniable and obvious) interjection.
"Very."
"Me too."
Your heart was heavy. Though you never had overlap in school, you could imagine that some feelings... conditions... traditions... stayed constant for all students to suffer in.
"I left for a while too. Right after school."
Slight surprise appeared in your expression and your eyes caught Kento's. It may have been the first moment you weren't too flustered to really see him, allowing him to properly see you too. The palpable strength and resilience in his presence almost made it hard to believe that he would dedicate his life to something other than this.
Breaking eye contact, you gathered the final sections of bandage wrap as he lifted his shirt slightly for you giving more clearance. His eye lingered, lightly admiring the concentration on your face while you wrapped.
"Hold this for a sec..."
A more comfortable, silent air filled the space between you two as you briefly searched for bandage clips. From a distance, you resumed the conversation.
"What was your time away like?"
"...Fine... but also fairly shitty. My time was filled with just... work. A different type of burden..."
Though your back now faced him, you could imagine the look on his face mirrored yours... sinking into bittersweet recall of the past few years.
"Yeah... The burden of having to hold yourself upright..."
You missed the slight smile of understanding he offered to your response. For better or worse, neither of you had the protection of (or obligation) to a larger clan. Independence was truly yours as made clear by the similar existences crossing over. Otherworldly humans longing for an unextraordinary existence, so long as it was your own.
Returning to sit by his side, you began to pin the remaining sections of bandage with Kento's aid. You continued, attempting to break the remaining tension with more vulnerability.
"There was so much shame involved when I left... most people understood, but... it felt like my superiors would have preferred for me to just die trying than to break away from this. To serve a greater good only under their say... as if 'normal' life is any easier now. Trying to live as a non-sorcerer... it's all kind of just the other side to the same coin. It's not difficult to see why curses are born."
A bit of you felt as though you were rambling, though Kento attentively listened. The physical contact and tenderness the moment required brought a confessional atmosphere that soothed you both.
"I don't regret leaving."
"...I don't regret it either... even though I came back."
Your eyes met again.
"Why did you come back?"
He took his time to ponder the wording of his reply. In that time you could've sworn he peered at your lips before answering.
"Pain is unavoidable... We're uniquely predisposed to it because of where we are, what we see, and our ability to control the spiritual output... it's burdensome but that's what it always is. Curse or no curse, pain just... is... So... why not try where I know I can really make a difference... Different side, same coin."
"...Mm."
Why— in that short span of time— did he understand you so well?
"Are you okay?"
And why were you tearing up?
"Ah, I-I'm okay... Sorry, sorry... I just don't... It's been a while since I've talked about this so I'm like—"
Breaking your apologetic stream of consciousness, Shoko opened the door, visibly lighter in expression.
"Hey, so- oh... am I interrupting?"
Your head whipped around in surprise to view the intruder. Kento calmly lowered his undershirt and began buttoning up.
"No- You're fine! I-is everything okay?"
"Uh... yeah. Yuji is stabilized and responsive. I told him to rest for the night but he's awake..."
And finally, the deep, anxious air you all held released. Motioning to you, Shoko continued.
"I'll wrap up here in the next ten if you want to still grab a drink?"
"Mm, yeah. I'll meet you out front then."
With the door closing, you quickly stood intending to clean up. Kento grabbed your wrist with considerate haste. In the moment that you turned back towards him, his grasp loosened and hand dropped, fingers trailing the inside of your wrist and hand.
"I just wanted to say... thank you."
"Mm..."
'I didn't do anything... but you...'
"Thank you, Nanami-san."
#jjk fic#jujutsu kaisen fic#nanami kento#kento nanami x reader#kento nanami#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento x you#jjk nanami#nanami x reader
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I just saw your koi boys and I need to know everything about them immediately (totally cool if there's no story tho)
WELL THERES A LITTLE BIT OF A STORY, So my friend has this ocean au, Astro sirens are like these big fish serpent guys, Sunrise is a big sun I think he's a lil based on a lion fish, and there's Moonfall who's his brother I think they're really neat (actually I should post some of my art of them now that I think about it)
Anyways Bit bit (the sun) and Bitey (the moon) are Mini sirens, they're about 6 feet long (This is kinda long vdgshak Warning for mention of some violence but it's okay)
Story wise Bit bit and Bitey are in a Qpp, they wear rings on their tails kinda like friendship bracelets
One time Bitey tried to fight a bull shark which, was not a great idea and Bit bit got injured trying to get Bitey out of that fight safely. Bitey was passed tf out and Bit bit dragged him onto shore and tries to tend to their wounds, but they're both worse for wear.
One stormy night, Moonfall comes across them (giant astro siren Moon, he's https://www.tumblr.com/crabas-lordes 's character) Bit bit's not doin great but's protective of Bitey, he can barely keep himself propped up on his arms bc he got a lil nerve damage (He just has a shaky arm now) bc of the storm Moonfall's feeling pretty soft so he decides to help them out even though Bit bit isn't very trusting of a giant predator.
So Moonfall keeps them in his under water cave home for a little while under the condition that when they're both healed up they need to leave and the next time he sees them they're a meal.
And Bit bit's like "ok", Bitey's passed out basically that whole time, he doesn't stay long after he wakes up with his messed up fin and they say their last goodbye to Moonfall
After that they're taken in by Squish who's this seaslug astro siren (I'm p sure they're a sub species so they're a lil smaller than the regular astro sirens) who belongs to https://twitter.com/BShikiwara they. She's very motherly and just adopts everyone teensy
Moonfall is her friend so Moonfall sees Bit bit and Bitey again like "ah- fuck its you" but he can't follow through with eating them cause Squish would kill him
So Bitey's like "oh yeah I recognize you" and just has the audacity to be like "lol you can't eat us you're emotionally attached" and they have this relationship of Bitey teasing Moonfall about that and Moonfall being like "bet" and trying to scare Bitey by dangling him over his mouth a lot
Bit bit's kinda worried about Bitey but doesn't interfere much, Bitey has depressive episodes so one day he kinda tries to swim away from everyone and Bit bit's left worrying about him
Moonfall follows him around noticing he's sad and bitey gets kinda "why're you here, I'm just food to you" and Moonfall's like "you cant even offer me sustenance" and's pretty persistent on keeping an eye on Bitey to keep him safe
So Bitey kinda gives up tryin to get away from him and they end up having a very depressed conversation where Bitey shares his "im kinda nothing but a snack /neg" feelings and Moonfall listens ands like "I never really thought about that"
After that Bitey just generally feels comfier around Moonfall and just implicitly trusts him, and makes depressed jokes with him like "If i died would u keep my bones?" / "how would you like to eat me, I really wanna be grilled" and Moonfalls just "lol dw i'd grill u"
there was an incident where Bitey was being dangled over Moonfall's mouth while they were fuckin around and he purposefully dropped in and Moonfall had a heart attack and choked him out like "don't do that again omg" I love their relationship, Bitey looks up to Moonfall and wants to be a big strong guy like him even tho that's not possible he's stuck at 6 feet long
Sunrise on the other hand just sees Bit bit and Bitey as stressballs and dolls to throw around which like, Bitey's better at dealing with than Bit bit is cause Bitey will actively try to get away from him and Bit bit will just accept his fate be'in squeezed and tossed around like nothin which really hurts him
He's ok Moonfall and Squish are protective of him when Sunrise gets too rough
Bit bit and Bitey wear ponchos bc Bit bit's self conscious of his shoulder scar and Bitey wears his as emotional support for him. Bitey thinks his scars are really cool
They're also super food motivated, Bit bit's the more cautious one but Bitey'll just omn your whole arm on accident if you offer food
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my beloved @rabooots tagged me in this game and y'all KNOW I'm a sucker for posting my music so leeesssgooo
(oh, I'm gonna do a lil sumn extra by posting a lyric along with it but it's defo not a rule I just wanna)
g: Gold - Spandau Ballet
Gold (gold)
Always believe in your soul
You've got the power to know
You're indestructible, always believing
h: hellbound - Dua Saleh
Jumped into the portal, call me Hades of the Grim
No, I ain't no angel, I ain't fall in from the brim
Pretty motherfucker, I took Flacko for a spin
You should look within, have you shaking through your limbs
o: Of the Abyss - Lorna Shore
From the carcass of a dead star
To the darkness of a blackened heart
We are one in the dust, in the nothingness
We are infinite, we are infinite
Misbegotten children of the abyss
We are infinite, we are infinite
s: Salt - Eivør
In canyons deep within my soul
Torrents of fury
They carve away my fear
But the hurt still echoes
t: To Each His Own - Talos
You ignored all the darkest of warnings
Found our end in the silence of morning
It fell beneath the cold
b: Bite Down - GIDEON (I just love the way he says this part 💀)
All the way down
Turn this shit up
I’ve given up on giving a fuck
o: Outta Time - Orville Peck (love this verse..)
Drag me into the party, guess I got nowhere to go
Got a man to my left and one on my right
And they tell me 'bout what they know
Headed for the back, I meet a girl who's tryna shoot the breeze
She tells me she don't like Elvis
I say, "I want a little less conversation, please"
y: Your Eyes, Will I Ever - Kriill
Heavy my heart
Carries your weight
Above you everything remains
My eyes will I ever
Your heart will I learn
Stones drown feathers fly away
j: Jet City Woman - Queensryche
Fortunes are lost on the women I've seen
But without you, I can't breathe
You're the air to me
u: Unpunishable - Ethel Cain (yeah I fuckin better be...)
Swollen up with envy
Says I’m his favorite
Yeah I fucking better be
Drifting just right out of sight
Show me where it hurts and I’ll
Lick it better
In the red light
l: Looking for the Summer - Chris Rae
The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so
Looking for the summer
e: Elegia - New Order
Instrumental~
s: Sad Disco - Flipturn
Summer came in on a Sunday
Hit me like a drunk on the subway, oh
Baby, I basked in the violence
Tulips and vines and the violets
.... not gonna lie I started to regret the lyric decision when I decided to format it. ajdjajfnf but at that point too much work had already gone into it so. had to be done. hope y'all enjoy these, if you end up listening to any of them 🖤
just gonna tag a few peeps cause that made me Tired™ and I am now Lazy
@watermelon-mafia (sorry) @wordsinhaled @weirdfishy @leave-me-alone-doctor (sorry) @hxh (I think we've already passed this around one time but like.. you only have 3 so :p) @eel-divinity @mothmanns okay that's all for now! if I've tagged you and you don't wanna do this, then just imagine it's me sending you a weird ass mixtape cause I was thinking about you ✨💖🖤
okay, g'niiight and Happy Halloween 🎃🦇✨
#jules.taggame✨#jules.songrec✨#y'all.. these songs are all over the fuckin place just a heads up. 💀#okay bye ily smooches 💖🖤#my beloved mutuals ✨
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heya, pax! how are you? idk if it's possible to talk about this specific character without spoilers, so. . . i'd love to hear facts regarding ruti!
i just saw the 'rotten little man' post you reblogged and i remember ruti embodying 'cat pushes things off a surface' energy, lmao.
either way, hoping things will get better for you! and take care and wishing for you to stay safe. :3 - 🔮⛈
hi enchant!! im doin good!! and thank u for the well wishes, im sending the good vibes right back at ya!! <3<3<3
ruti absolutely embodies that energy of a cat, and i can delve into at least part of that without terrible spoilers, but he has decided to become one of my favorite side characters in echoseers so theres even more behind the cut <3
the biggest things that stand out about ruti:
- he's the cityheir of aree. its His Parents that are being overthrown in firebreathers
- he's ALSO the subject of gab's one-sided rivalry in the aree circus-theater because the citylord wants his boy to be the spotlight if he's gonna be an acrobat, and absolutely has bribed the ringleader several times to give ruti the lead
- ruti was not aware of the above and because gab is Professional he literally just thinks gab is his buddy.
- those two are just the perfect amount of similar catty mean-girl energy to absolutely hate each other given the opportunity
- aka when gab finally Snaps they are at each other's throats in the most petty way possible. this is where the line "Do these look chipped to you? Asshole?" *waving manicure in face* comes from
but for my favorite things about ruti........... we must dive into Spoilers. purposefully a bit vague so theres no huge things, but behind the cut nonetheless <3
SO. ruti palm. my new favorite Bastard.
turns out he was doing his damnedest to get his dad to listen to the rebellion before they got their shit rocked, and wholeheartedly agrees with the rebels. mans was literally working at the theater that whole goddamn time, he knows what the people think and care about and he's been made to care too. his dad's just a stubborn asshole
also when he wasn't in aree?? when he was in impalfahr for half the year on political business with his parents?? yeah that time??
he was being trained in espionage. BY ACTAEA. AT XAVI'S SIDE.
he then uses said training to rock her shit in return, albeit because he's paired with the Idiots Who Stumbled Into World-Saving Importance (aka gab + andy + ros) it does end up being entirely ineffective. but also xavi's kinda like an older brother to him, but also xavi Betrayed Him and he's still trying to grapple with that whole deal.
he's fully capable of sneaking up on and spying on the eternals, and has done it, and does it before the readers learn this about him. he also openly admits to breaking into tieling's office to burn a proposal his dad put forth to take back aree. because he's that ballsy.
also also: the one-sidedness of gab's rivalry? made all the clearer when ruti's like "YOU WERE LITERALLY THE ONLY PERSON WHO I THOUGHT EVEN MAYBE LIKED ME, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT MY FRIEND???" because.......... he literally just realized his Only Friend hates his guts.
yeah. that part made me sad for him. which i was not expecting ever to do.
ruti genuinely wants to be a good dude, he's just also super vain and was raised in a monarchy that told him he was The Most Specialest Boy (except his grandparents, thats a whole other homophobia deal thats left vague even in-book) and so he forgets to turn that whole line of thinking off sometimes.
still a lil bit of a dick but gab's also a dick and we love him for it so. yeah
i dont stan ruti but i Understand ruti. and i have absolutely laid the groundwork for him to come back up in later books after the Glittergale arc and we'll get to see him as a well-adjusted common man into some nefarious side gigs beyond his small theater troupe. and i am so excited for that
#a&a#thank u for letting me ramble about this mans#ruti is so fucking fun/funny for me and i dont get to talk much about it because the only person with full context is My Mom#and as much as i ramble at her its not the same energy as spewing a bunch of bullshit here on tumblr <3#millennium saga spoilers#talking with: enchant
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doc updates
Well. It's certainly a documentary.
After the down fall of Khanistan, I think the group was very demotivated from then on. The process of deciding to give up on our original idea and chose a new one took about 2 weeks, looking back, we probably should have got our shit together faster and the stress would not have been so...stressful, I guess.
We pitched ideas; Orla's family run butchers and My family run restaurant/pub. Both good ideas, however logistically my idea would run smoother as the location was closer to Edinburgh. The run was far from smooth. With a new idea we reshuffled roles;
Myself and Jack - Co-directing
Myself - Editing
Orla - Sound
Jenny - Cinematographer
Rowen - Producer
I was nervous about editing two projects, as I edited adaptation as well, and could feel the work piling up before we even began filming, especially since I was now directing as well.
Planning
We left it late to plan - late as in the night before the shoot. Myself and Jenny got together and planned our narrative, shot list and interview questions. We were worried as our main interviewees, Pam and Chelle, said the day before shooting that they in fact did not want to be on camera. Luckily they changed their mind, I feel this would have very negatively impacted the film... phew.
We also checked all our equipment. Which as fun - Jenny booked out massive fucking lenses, which looking back was probably not needed for a documentary about a pub, but we will learn from this lol.
Shooting
The shoot was lots of fun. I got to talk to all the locals from the pub again, seeing old faces made me happy - despite the intense feeling that I was making a shite documentary, they deserved a good film made about them. The planning myself and Jenny had done the night before was a lifesaver. We would have had no clue what to film or what our narrative was if we hadn't.
We got our interviews. All good footage that could be sued to push our narrative. So that felt good. We got b-roll. We got the pub quiet and the pub locking up. Good shit. Yeah.
Post Production
I had to edit alongside my adaptation project as well as work 3 shifts a week, so stress was high, sleep was non-existent and mental health was not so healthy. Looking back, I shouldn't have taken on so much work. But the biggest, fattest shoutout to Jenny and Orla for helping me with the edit - could not have done it without them. [love you guys].
We had so much footage, which Jenny and Orla sorted through and named for me, and Rowen synced some interview stuff for me. All greatly appreciated. We discussed how our narrative should flow whilst editing, which I tried to achieve, and I think I did? Kinda?
This project really made me fall out of love with editing. Which made me sad. Because I do like editing, I guess projects you have no passion for will do that to you. I'm going to keep this in mind.
Crit
An edit was provided for the crit. Not a good one, nor a finished one. Everyone was supportive and understanding of our situation, however, you can't polish a turd.
All the feedback was helpful. Basically, we needed to change the narrative, making the film more about my relationship with the locals and the workers. This made me nervous, as the footage we had was filmed with a different narrative in mind. So I really had to look through our footage again to find more personal interactions with myself and others.
After I re-edited, Orla went in with sound and Jenny colour graded. Which really brought it all together. Orla also added a fun lil credits scene, to a song we listened to the whole weekend - this helped me reflect more positively on the doc... we had fun whilst we made it so maybe that's all the matters? [definitely not].
It's a documentary, I suppose.
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Hi hi this is your sign to dump your toxic or abusive partner. You are deserving of way better than what they put you through
#going off on a tangent in the tags lol#I am a sentimental fucker#who has MAJOR issues with letting things go#so I had a bunch of voicemails from my ex before teddy#who was the worst person ever#and soooo many of my issues trace back to him#but I knew me and knew I needed to listen to them if I was going to be okay deleting them for good#so I decided I was in a good enough place today#and I straight up laughed a couple times bc this man was the textbook definition of the cycle of abuse and manipulations#most of the voicemails were either after he yelled at me or majorly fucked up in some way where I wasn’t answering the phone#so all but one were basically love bombing or trying to pull some sympathy card#and it’s insane that this was just totally normal for me#and that he knew and he knew exactly how to get me crawling back after a fight with these#but yeah one left me a lil sad so I decided to listen to the voicemails I have from teddy#and immediately starting bawling#no anger#no manipulation#like I could literally feel the genuine love radiating from every message#even though only one was like actually emotional#and I’m just so happy I got out#and started to realize my worth#bc now I can confidently listen back to those and KNOW I didn’t deserve a word of his manipulation#and I deserve the happiness and love that came after him
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hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(
ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,
but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤
THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM
CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)
WARNINGS: none
NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg
bokuto:
bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food
it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him
and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list
he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it
he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat
but he may or may not have failed to tell you that
so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well
deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped
turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.
he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.
he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.
you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"
he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"
you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"
his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"
you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."
he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"
you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."
he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"
you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"
you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"
he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"
you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"
he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.
you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."
you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."
he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"
kuroo:
almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him
he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win
you'd put them in a little container with a cute note
and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day
but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door
he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office
and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened
that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes
did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?
all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further
but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him
it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste
kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.
thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.
his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.
she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.
"yes sir?"
"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."
his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."
he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"
"they asked me not to disturb you."
kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."
he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.
you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"
you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.
kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"
he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."
"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"
he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"
he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."
he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."
you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."
"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."
he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."
you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"
he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"
"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"
he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."
you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."
he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"
you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."
he grinned, "god, i love you."
oikawa:
oikawa loves your cooking
and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it
but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically
and he was starving
he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym
so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week
he thought nothing of it
but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?
it hurt, a lot
so you decided you'd stop cooking
oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.
he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.
he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.
you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"
he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."
he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.
after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"
"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"
he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"
you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"
he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"
you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."
he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"
you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"
he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"
you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."
he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"
you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"
he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."
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disremembered.
Past!Steve Rogers x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader.
Summary: Steve Rogers had lived his life, it was only fair for you to live yours right?
Author’s Note: okay so another crossover and for this I’m thinking of Christian Bale batman, so read at your discretion. It’s also a lil sad and some happy parts. Thank you to @stuckonjbbarnes @honeyloverogers and @buckysmischief
Steve stared at the roof looking at the white pristine celling.
He waited for the other person on the other side of the room to finish with her nightly routine.
He kept staring at the ceiling closing his eyes and for a brief moment he felt you.
His mind had the ability of taking him back to that night, the moment he decided to leave her. Trying to conquer an illusion, a fleeting moment of what should have been.
His mind told him to do it, but his heart.
His heart was the most unforgiving part of himself that never really let it go.
And now here he is age clear on his face, wrinkles in his one youthful hands that made you laugh, that held you when you cried, now old and lonely.
He had everything he was looking for, or so he thought.
A knock on the door interrupted his thought making Steve get up from the bed looking outside the window as he makes his way to the front door.
He opens the door smiling at the man on the other side who had his infamous frown plastered on his face.
“Come in please,” Steve motions to the living room but the man on the other side doesn’t make a move, for a moment it looks like he could burn at the mere thought of walking through the door.
“No,” the man says anger written clear on his features.
“Bucky you’ve been here before,” Steve motions with pleading eyes, but Bucky stays unmoving.
“You really think I wouldn’t know that Scott wouldn’t tell us what you wanted to do,” Bucky says as he gets more and more exasperated.
“It’s not what you think,” Steve please as he closes the door and walks to the porch Bucky leaving as much distance as possible.
“No it’s much worse,” Bucky says.
“Sam and I receive this call from Scott saying that you met to get back to the past to get back to her.” Bucky says.
“You already lived your life Steve, you have a wife, kids, and grandkids.” Bucky motions at the house.
The house that he build but thought of you in every detail, when Peggy would ask about why he would say.
“Because its meant to be that way.”
She never really mentioned it again but the essence of her was in the house of all time.
From the constant need to have sunflowers in the kitchen because,
“Steve if there is gonna be flowers in the kitchen its gonna be sunflowers.” You said softly as you unwrapped the bright flowers from the brown paper.
Or how he still kept the little folded handkerchief you embroided because,
“That is more your style Steve.” You said softly as you stand on your toes and kiss him softly on the lips.
After all those years Steve could still see you, feel you, and on some night he can almost touch you.
“Bucky I don’t think you understand, this, this is meant to be hers,” Steve says looking up at the house that took him a good decade yo built.
When Peggy asked him why the changes to the house he was never brave enough to admit that the house never felt his and Peggy’s, he always felt this should’ve been your house with him.
“This is not her house Steve! She already has a home,” Bucky says accentuating each word he said.
“Her home, with her fiancé” Bucky said louder coming face to face to the man in front of him.
The words surprised Steve more than it should. He knew he had no right to complain at this point. You were free the moment he left her, he assumed you would move forward, but he felt the slight betrayal in his core.
But who was Steve to judge when he was the first one to move forward.
Still that voice in the back of his mind that always brought you up was, angry, to say the least.
Steve takes a deep breath and takes a seat over the rocking chairs on the front porch. Another touched you where enamored by.
“Steve, when we get our house he have to put rocking chairs in the front porch.” You said sternly yet a smile shone on your face.
“Why is that sweetheart?” Steve ask as serially as he can with you sitting on his lap.
“Because I know we are growing old together, and you of all people should know that people of a certain age like rocking chairs on the porch, old man.” You say that last part and leap out of his lap running away you giggles is all that can be heard in the apartment as Steve laughs and runs after you.
“Tell me about it,” Steve motions to the chair, but Bucky stays still.
“Steve you just have to let it go,” Bucky tries to appeal Steve but he knows it’s a lost cause.
Bucky sighs and sits on the step on the porch, his back turned to Steve as he recalls the news and everything that lead up to it.
“She actually left New York a couple of weeks after you left,” Bucky recalls with sadness on his eyes.
Bucky remembers how betrayed he felt, you where leaving him, just like Steve. Of course now he realizes it was for the best, but at the moment, he had a different mind set.
“You are gonna leave me to? Huh? My so called new sister, just gonna walk away like him?” Bucky yells angry as you turn to him shocked face and tears on your eyes.
“You don’t get to compare what happened,” You drop the box in your hands and sob. Your sobs clear Bucky’s head for a minute.
“Steve left us Bucky, he left to follow his dreams, I am allowed to try to move forward!” You yell from the place on the floor as you hug your knees.
Bucky slowly approaches you realizing that this is bigger than he could’ve ever imagined. He realized in that moment that he was supposed to be Steve’s past, but you, you that opened you life to him.
You so soft and tender, never an ounce of judgment or regret of letting him in.
You that tenderly took care of him, welcome him into your home, and called him your brother to anyone who would listen.
You where supposed to be Steve’s future.
And now all you both had left was the whole Steve Rogers left.
“Don’t cry petal, I’m sorry,” He says tenderly as he reaches for you slowly.
“Do you think that I want to leave my home. My whole life behind.” You say as you calm down and look at Bucky with sadness, but love for him.
“I know Steve left you too, but you can come with me to Gotham. “ you say as you look at him with determination.
“But New York is my home,” Bucky tries to reason.
“But it’s bit mine anymore,” You say softly as you hold his hand.
“I am always here Bucky, I just can’t be here anymore.” You motion at the left overs of you heart.
“I know I am just afraid,” Bucky rest his head on your shoulder.
“I know but I am you sister James Barnes,” you say determination clear in his voice.
“ Also someone’s gotta keep an eye on Sam, he’s your responsibility now you know? Handling Captan Americas’. That should be you new name.” You joke making Bucky laugh.
“Alright let’s finish this before the pigeon arrives and see us sad. He can stand people being sad, he always has to be so happy and sunshine-y.” Bucky says as he stands up and hold his hand out for yours.
You smile up at him as he hold you up he envelops his arms around you hugging you desperately.
“Thank you, for being here, I am really going to miss you,” he says softly.
“I am always here, never forget that,” you whisper.
As you continue to hug the front door announce loudly the third person of the party arrived.
“So I go out for pizza in the cold streets of New Yorker and this is how I find you red eyes and hugging like we are never gonna see each other again?” Sam asks leaving the two large pizzas on the table.
“As if you could get rid so easily of me,” you say as you open you arms, Sam jumping in.
“Never petal, we are family here.” Sam says as Bucky hums in agreement.
“Okay that’s enough of the mushy stuff we gotta get this lady to Gotham city!” Sam yells as you all laugh.
In that moment Bucky felt like everything would be alight and true to your word, even if you had to fly to New York or Louisiana, you where there even of it was for something as simple as birthdays, holidays, or just because Bucky was missing you.
Bucky tells the story more of a reminder of who you where, than to tell Steve about you.
From the past years Bucky visited Steve he never brought you up. He felt like his loyalty was to you.
“So she left everything behind huh?” Steve wonder heaviness in his heart, but a small light shining knowing Bucky was never really alone.
“I think thats what she needed to heal.” Bucky says standing up.
“She was always there, at the end of the line.” Bucky says harshly and with protection written all over the place.
“Bucky,” Steve stands up to reach him.
“I need to go weddings gonna be next week and I can’t wait. I’m giving her away,” Bucky says as a smile makes a way to his eyes.
“You know I always thought I’d be you at the end of the altar.” Bucky says as he starts leaving.
“Also if you really need to know you should look at social media, everything you want to know about him is there.” Bucky says walking out suddenly he stops.
“Tell the misses I said goodnight.” Bucky says looking up at the house one last time as he gets on his bike driving away leaving a trail on dirt behind him.
Steve sits there for a while emotions swirling in his being.
As he pulls his cellphone out he hears soft steps and he looks up to look at his wife.
“Steve you’ve been here for an hour what happened?” Peggy says taking the chair next to him concern on his face.
“I just- Bucky came over, he just needed someone to talk to.” Steve says as he tries to smile hiding yet more emotions form his wife.
He was good at that, he guessed.
“Oh strange he didn’t stay,” she shrugs standing up.
“Yeah guys stuff you know,” Steve tries to laugh as Peggy smiles at him.
“Oh this also arrived on the mail today,” Peggy hands him a white luxurious envelope.
“Alright I’m going to bed,” She says as she kisses his cheek.
“Okay I’ll be there in a minute.” He says as she heads back inside.
He looks at the envelope and think nothing of it thinking its an invitation from Pepper. As he opens it and reads it he stays silent his eyes roaming all over the written words.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of
Bruce Thomas Wayne
And
(Y/N)(Y/M/N)(Y/L/N)
Who’s nuptials will be taking place in
The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Located at 1000 5th Ave, New York, New York.
Steve can’t even finish reading as he drops the paper.
Anger and sadness fill him as he stares at the mocking piece of paper on the floor.
He takes out his phone opening google and typing Bruce Wayne and thousands of result pop up. He opens the wikipedia article and starts reading. After reading some information he looks at the some pictures and he sees it. You and him on a red carpet for one of his galas or something smiles all over as he click the article states very clear that since you went public with him he was seen visibly happier. He can’t help but mad at him, you, and specially himself.
He sits again in the rocking chair, the one you where meant to grow old together on, and stare at the horizon thinking of you and what to do with the wedding invitation at his feet.
How could he get back to you?
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Paranoid (one-shot)
Synopsis: Loki wasn’t paranoid. I mean, that was before he met the Reader. Ever since then, all day every day he can only think of her, what she’s doing, where she’s going and what’s happening to her. All because she’s a grade A dumb ass.
Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader
Genre: fluff, maybe toiny bit of angst
Warnings: Reader has one brain cell and even that is not used, swearing, a lil bit of sad thoughts and general idiocy.
Word count: 3430
He was paranoid about her. Always. With every step he took. No exceptions. And it wasn’t how you might think. He’s not paranoid she might find someone better even though he thinks she deserves it. He’s not paranoid to have his heart broken and smashed into pieces because she carries it on velvet palms wherever she goes. No. It’s just that Y/N has quite the knack of getting hurt. And she’s been out on a mission for a month. Without any contact. So it was safe to say Loki was more than worried.
You could say he’s overreacting, but when it comes to his girl, it’s pretty much in the range. In fact, this is the calmest and collected Loki had been during the thirty-two days she was away, all because Y/N was finally coming home, and he could lay his green eyes upon her body to assess the damage.
When they had first met, Loki had had no idea what kind of a tornado he’d let in his life. Even the Black Widow had warned him about the woman before there had been any inclination something more than a friendship could bloom.
“She’s an absolute dumb-ass without a survival instinct,” Nat had said through a laugh, a beer bottle pressed against her rouged lips. “Honestly, I can only hope you two get put together on a mission just so you could see how big of an idiot she is. Bigger than Scott, and that’s saying something.”
In the meantime, Y/N was laughing away, head thrown back and eyes closed. “No,” she’d pointed at the redhead after nearly choking on her coffee as she pressed a tissue against the liquid that had dribbled down her chin. “I do have a survival instinct. I just don’t have a self-preservation instinct.”
“And what’s the difference?” the Asgardian prince’s black eyebrow rose in question.
“When shit goes down, I do try to, you know, get out in somewhat of a single piece. It’s the before it happens that I don’t do.”
“You mean thinking?”
Y/N clapped her hands in excitement. “Exactly! I don’t do the thinking bit!”
That should’ve been his warning for what kind of chaos she’d bring to his life.
It started off small with her inability to walk into the adjoined kitchen area without stubbing a toe or bruising the side of her hip against the countertop. Then it evolved into him noticing how Y/N didn’t press the button to release her toast when she thought it was in at prime toastiness level, instead, she grabbed a fork and full-on jammed it down there (DON’T DO THAT), not caring whether she’d get electrocuted or blow out the fuses in the facility. It escalated all the way to her getting trapped in an ex-Hydra base, and her first thought being not to use the window as an escape route, but rather line the sides of the room with explosives and bring the whole floor down while she hid underneath a table. He was genuinely surprised Y/N was still alive.
But with the chaos also came serenity. She’d sneak into his room with glimmering eyes and a new book in hand, slipping under Loki’s cold sheets to lay against him and explain why the new piece of literature was ‘the actual shit’ and ‘if he didn’t read it right at that moment, she’d gouge his eyes out cause he didn’t deserve them.’
Obviously, they were empty threats, and as Loki rolled the before mentioned green eyes, he’d gently take the book out of her hands while Y/N quickly scurried out of the room to come back five minutes later with two teacups in hand.
Y/N would snuggle up against him and listen to how his voice expertly wove the words into the story, but one time it was different. The day on which the nature of their relationship had flipped upside down, had followed the same routine they’d been having for around three months since they’d become friends, but then not even ten minutes later he felt her wet tongue completely press against his bare shoulder. By that point, after everything she’d done, he didn’t even question it, simply turned the page.
“Did you burn your tongue on the tea, darling?”
“Noube,” she muffled out not letting her tongue off of his chilled skin.
“You know there’s another way I could cool it down.”
“Eah? Ike aht?”
“I could kiss it better.”
Instantly Y/N had peeled herself off from him and stared at the god, the pink muscle hanging out of her mouth like a dog’s on a hot summer day. Loki just stared at the wall.
He hadn’t meant for those words to escape him; he’d actually always meant to suppress his feelings for the girl until the day the world stopped spinning. In fact, that’s what he’d been doing ever since she’d returned from a mission in East India seven months prior, battered and bruised and his heart had lifted to the heavens at the sight of her simply smiling and breathing.
Loki could hear her swallow harshly, and then she whispered, “don’t offer something you won’t go through with.”
His head snapped to look at her because the tone wasn’t the teasing lilt he’d gotten used to. This woman sitting half-covered by his black bedsheets was no longer the self-assured, confident and no-shit’s-given person he’d grown to love. This woman was looking at him with fear of rejection and yet unmistakable hope in her eyes.
Slowly he closed the book, not even caring to mark the page he was left on and put it on the side of the bed before leaning over and without hesitation cupping Y/N’s cheeks and pressing their lips together and they sagged against one another at the euphoric feeling.
Her hands in his hair felt like paradise as she cradled his head in an attempt to pull him closer, and she gasped when he did slip his tongue in her mouth, eagerly accepting the intrusion. But then she just had to ruin the moment by snorting in his face, though Loki couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on his own.
“What? What’s so funny?”
Y/N scrunched her nose. “Your tongue’s really cold.”
“It did the trick though, right?”
She looked like she was pondering it for a bit, and in the meantime slid her legs up so they were now wrapped around his waist. “Dunno. Might need another treatment. You know, so we’re sure it’s cured.”
He didn’t argue for even a second because Loki couldn’t believe his life at that moment. It was filled with giggles, and short breaths as they stole kisses from one another as much as possible, and soft caresses that sometimes turned into biting fingers that dug in the other’s sides whenever a teasing remark slipped past their swollen lips.
His heart flipped in his chest when Y/N threw her head back in a cackle, exposing her neck to him where he laid loving kisses.
He’d never been more scared of a feeling.
He was terrified of how easily she’d gotten ahold of his heart.
But fuck him, if Loki didn’t love it and wouldn’t dive headfirst into it again.
Though now, when she’d finally returned home after the mission, he was kind of regretting it as Y/N was being wheeled off the Quin-jet on a gurney, one of the hands that had so tenderly braided his hair just a month ago now limp over the side of the stretcher as the other covered a hole in her side that was oozing blood.
White-hot fury blazed through his veins, as he saw the Captain step down the track and onto the landing pad, though fortunately for the blond super-soldier, the god didn’t get to him as he decided to follow Bruce and Tony who were taking Y/N to the med bay. But even knowing the love of his life was being treated by the best of the best, didn’t pacify him especially when they refused him entry into her room.
“Loki, Loki, calm down,” Nat, who’d been on the mission with Y/N and Steve, pushed against his chest to keep the god away from busting through the door. “They won’t let anyone in until she’s been stitched up, but it’s nothing big… I mean on her scale. She just decided to be dramatic and passed out on her way back.”
He wanted to fight, he wanted to make each person that stood between them crumble underneath him, but he knew it wouldn’t do him or Y/N any good. Loki huffed, letting his shoulders drop and then pressing his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose. “How bad?”
“Umm, Marrakesh level, so, nothing too lethal.”
“By Valhalla,” Loki dragged a hand across his face. “That woman will kill me one day. Not directly, no, but I’ll have a heart attack just because of her recklessness.”
Nat snorted and crossed her arms. “I did warn you.”
“Not enough.”
“Hey, don’t blame me! You were the one that fell in love with her.”
That Loki didn’t have a comeback for, so instead, he just huffed and plopped down into one of the chairs that lined the wall outside of the med bay.
“Our lives would be quite dull without her though,” Nat said, joining the god on the chairs and releasing a restrained groan, as she shuffled into the seat. She most likely had a dislocated hip but had practically bitten Steve’s head off when he told her to go and get checked. She, just as much as Y/N’s boyfriend, needed to know their firecracker was alright.
“Yeah,” Loki sighed. “If only she had one more brain cell in that head of hers, maybe we could live in somewhat of a peace.”
Not even two minutes later, Tony threw open the doors and allowed them to enter, but by that point, everyone had heard the arrival of their teammates, and they wanted to check on them. For example, Thor wanted to see if Loki had murdered anyone yet, but as it turned out, he didn’t need to worry about that. Instead, he needed to worry about his brother’s girlfriend.
“Loki!” Y/N squealed seeing the raven-haired god come into her hospital room. “That’s ma man!” she said to Bruce, who only rolled his eyes already used to the way the woman was while coming out of it. “It’s ma Loki Loki, bo-boki, Banana-fana fo-foki, Fee-fi-mo-moki, Loki!”
She dramatically pointed at the other god standing beside him.
“Oh, and that’s his brother Thor, Thor, bo-bhor, Banana-fana fo-fohr, Fee-fi-mo-mohr, Thor!” Her hands slapped against her cheeks as she squeezed them and wiggled them up and down making her words shake. “My-y-y-y-y fa-a-a-a-a-a-ce fee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ls li-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ke cotto-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-n.”
“That’s 'cause you’re high,” Tony said.
Y/N was instantly on it. It was like she was on crack and on steroids and a sugar rush while at the same time doing a hundred miles an hour. “Hello, High. I’m dad.”
Tony looked at the ceiling in despair. “That’s not how that even works.”
“Why’s she like that?” Loki asked sitting down next to Y/N on the bed, who suddenly busied herself with the reflections of the sun the golden cufflinks of his shirt sleeves threw. Especially as his face went to caress her cheek, but she grabbed his wrist in a white-knuckling grip and moved it in certain angles to create reflections on the walls.
The billionaire sighed. “We gave her a sedative cause when we started to stitch her up, she woke up and almost kicked Bruce in the nuts, but after a little breakdown of the situation by Steve, it turns out there was some gas involved in the mission, and I guess the combination of the two chemicals have flung her in the stratosphere.”
That wasn’t a good word, as it turned out it was almost like Bucky’s trigger words, given how Y/N immediately screeched out, “Walking on air, living in the Stratospheeeeeeeeeeeeere!”.
“Wow,” Nat sighed. “Mutemath would hate her.”
Y/N stuck her tongue out at the redhead. “You’re mute math, how ‘bout that? No one likes to be name called, you bully.”
“Yeah, okay,” the redhead chuckled as she patted Y/N’s foot. “You’ll survive. I’m gonna have a nap.” And with that she left limping on her way, Steve following so he could scold her into getting her hip put into place by a professional, not by him or Clint.
One by one the rest of the team did as well, knowing that they could rest with easy hearts as Y/N was safe, stitched up and sound. Well, as sound as being completely drugged up could be.
Tony checked her vitals one more time before turning to Loki, who’d refused to leave her on her own, one, because he loved her and wanted to know she was alright, two, because he didn’t trust normal Y/N to not do stupid things, let alone this version.
“Speaking of naps,” Tony said, “if she doesn’t pass out in the next ten minutes please do your mumbo jumbo and make her. She needs rest. I’ve put in some pain meds with a sleepy side effect, so hopefully, she’ll be out like a light in no time.”
Loki sighed, as he felt Y/N rub her cheek against the silken material of his shirt. “Of course.”
With that, the billionaire left, muttering something about how her generation would be the last generation if they didn’t stop being so stupid. Not that Loki would disagree, his girlfriend being a prime example of that.
Y/N hummed Loki’s name quietly, which made him look down at the love-sick puppy dog eyes she was giving him. A gentle smile appeared on his face.
“Yeah, darling?”
“Mhm,” she hummed, snuggling against his side. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he muttered, kissing the top of her head. “Do you wanna lay down?”
She scoffed looking up at him and tried to shove him off the bed, confusion riddling his face until Y/N said, “I have a boyfriend who I love very much. I’ll cut you before I sleep with you.”
“Yeah.” Loki groaned standing up. “Alright.” Green seidr appeared to weave around his arms, and with a flick of his fingers, her eyes started to drop closed as she slid down the sheets and snuggled up in the place where Loki had been sitting.
He dragged a hand down his face and huffed, plopping his body in the armchair which was in the room deciding to sleep for a bit until Y/N woke up. Although he was a god and didn’t need as much rest as mortal people did, he’d sure as Hel need all the energy he could gather because once his girlfriend was awake it’d be chaos all over.
Loki didn’t get much rest though when a light touch on his shoulder disturbed him from his sleep.
Slowly his eyes fluttered open, mouth stretching in a smile as Y/N’s face looked down on him with a happy expression.
“Hey there, sleepyhead.”
“Hello, dove,” he muttered, kissing the inside of her palm. “You up?”
She nodded, whispering, “Yeah. But do you think you could help me with all these wires? I wanna go to our room.”
Her words were what hit him, making Loki jump up, realising Y/N was out of the bed when she was supposed to be resting.
Gingerly, despite all the protests from her mouth, he took her under the legs and put her back in the hospital bed.
“But – “
“I will tie you down here if you try to step out again.” His voice was deep and filled with a threat he fully intended to fulfil, but Y/N in her Y/N fashion just wiggled her eyebrows and Loki handed a carton of juice and stabbed the top with a straw.
“Kinky. I like it. But let’s leave it for our own private time.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose had become a motion Loki was now all too familiar with. Not even after all the time, he’d put up Thor’s bullshit had he had to do that. He was quite certain his fingers had left indents on his skin.
“What happened on the mission?” he asked, placing a pudding cup and a spoon on the nightstand.
“Dude came out of nowhere,” Y/N said sipping on her apple juice. “Like he just appeared behind me and stabbed me in the side. Talk about rude, right.”
“You need to be more careful.”
Y/N raised her eyebrow. “I am careful. ‘S not like I go out to get stabbed on purpose.”
But Loki’s tone had lost all lightness, as she exasperated. “No, I need you to be more careful.”
“I am. I –“ but she didn’t get a chance to finish as Loki racked a frustrated hand through his hair, snapping at her. “No, you’re the most reckless person I’ve ever met and you think getting stabbed and inhaling chemicals is not a big deal, but it is, and I can’t do this anymore… I can’t lose you.”
And although it was said with anger and frustration, Y/N could see the underlying pain and fear. His family had all but abandoned him, and we’re not talking about his biological one. All he had left was Thor, and Loki would never admit it out loud, he dreaded the day his brother would disappear from his life.
“Loki.” She took one of his hands and pressed a kiss to his cold knuckles. “You could never lose me.”
A bitter chuckle settled between them as he looked up at her. “But I could. You’re so carefree and fluttery while doing things that could kill you, it scares me half to death.”
“I know,” she whispered. “But I have to.”
Loki’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”
“Because if I don’t all the darkness will just settle on me, and I’ll never be able to get out of it.”
Loki squeezed her hand in encouragement, and after taking a deep breath Y/N elaborated. “I try to ease myself with the thought that I’m saving people, and helping humanity, but at the end of the day, I’m still taking lives. It’s not like they, you know, the bad guys’ think they’re the bad guys. They’re not doing it because they think they’re evil. They’re fighting for what they think is right. That doesn’t mean it is, but we’re all villains in someone else’s stories, and if I start thinking of it, I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.” A shuddery exhale left her lips, and this time it was Loki taking a hold of her hand. “I need to let myself be a bit crazy. Because if I don’t, I don’t know how I’ll go on. I promise I don’t do it because of some wish to get killed in the process. It’s just that… it makes it easier to look at the world, to not think for a moment about the bad.”
“Can you just promise me something?” Loki’s tone was soft as a feather’s touch as he sighed, understanding where she was coming from. More than once his own dark thoughts tended to overcome him, but in his world, it was Y/N who brought in the light to dissipate them. He hadn’t gotten to the point where he could do it himself, so he supposed he had to at least be happy she’d found a way to fight them off herself, even if it made him fear for her.
Y/N nodded. “Anything.”
“Just – just try to think before you do anything.”
That set both of them off into a fit of giggles as she raised their clasped hands and pressed a kiss to his cold one. “I can try.”
“Promise.”
“I promise to try. Though, I’d say don’t get disillusioned. I’m still the same crazy person you met before.”
A soft smile graced Loki’s, face and he brought Y/N’s hand to his lips where he pressed a kiss to her warm skin. “Wouldn’t want it any other way. Though, as much as I doubt, you’ll heed my request, you could do one thing for me?”
“And what’s that?”
“Stop jamming forks in the toaster.”
“Absolutely not!” she scoffed. “How else am I supposed to get the bread out?”
“You wait for it to be done!”
“It takes too fucking long!”
Although Loki would fight tooth and nail to somehow keep Y/N safe and would use everything in his arsenal to make sure she took care of herself, he’d never change her even if it made him paranoid.
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A/N: I hope everyone’s staying home and is alright during these crazy times.
I’m back writing for ma boy Loki (I had a dream about that Loki - Tom Hiddles look-alike that is on TikTok that we were cuddling, so I’m on a Loki and Tom lovin’ wave)
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Headcanon | Frankie’s “Risky Business” Dance
pairing: frankie morales x gn!reader
warnings: 18+, lil bit of depression/sadness, subtle sex mention, eating habits, frankie being corny, butt squeeze, and yeah. words: like 1-2k? i think idk I did this on my phone.
a/n: also you know what. january was a very icky month that seems to be transferring over to February while sucking all my energy out and Ik some may feel the same and just know I’m rooting for y’all 🥺💜 i typed this on my phone so idk the word count and I’ll do taglist after anddd I’m still on a hiatus this was something in my mind i wanted out. im so dead set that Frankie would do this dance—no one can tell me otherwise. picture of Frankie's thighs down below 🥵
Masterlist ⭐️
Imagine Frankie notices youve been a like little sad lately and that cheerful sparkle in your eyes slowly started to dim out because you’re just tired. You don’t want to get out of bed, you don’t feel like eating all the time, and you feel bad that you haven’t been talking as much, but you just have no social energy left. Even his favorite sound in the whole world, aside from the ones he fucks out of you in bed, your laugh became quiet timid huffs. You’re too caught up in your thoughts.
It kills him to see his favorite person, his only person, unable to find enjoyment in things lately. But he never leaves your side. Never. If you want to sit in silence, he’ll do that. If you want to lay in bed doing nothing, he’ll make sure you eat and have something to watch or listen to music with you while holding you. But you’re never alone. Not on his watch.
So, he decides one day, since he can’t make those bad feelings/thoughts disappear, to make you laugh even if it’s just for a couple of seconds. It’s a dumb idea, but he just knows you’re going to laugh and sit up to watch him do his Risky Business dance. It starts to become an on-going gag that never fails to make you smile and laugh. Although, secretly, he’s always wanted to do that dance so no better moment than now.
He connects his phone to a speaker and starts scrolling down his playlist—a list that you made for him because he’s a goof and kept messing up whenever he tried to add songs to different playlists. He picks, “Old Time Rock & Roll” and has it ready to place play. He feels ridiculous doing this, but wants to try it…he liked how effortlessly Tom Cruise does it while in his boxers and you told him once “You can do that dance ten times better.” That never left his mind, his memory is fantastic like that. He always remembers little things you say.
He also knows how much you adore his body, from the sparse curly hairs on his tummy that’s began to look rounded to the firm yet soft feel of his arms—his body was your oasis and vice versa. You could never get enough of just laying on his chest between his legs.
He knows you’re in the room, laying down watching TV and mindlessly paying attention to the plot. It’s to pass time till you can go to sleep, which makes you even more sad. You weren’t always like this before, waiting for the whole day to end. It was a funk that was hard to get out of once you’re deep in it.
He changes out of his clothes and stays in his blue t-shirt because why not? It’s not exactly the white collar Cruise wears, but it’ll do. And slips out of his pj’s, leaving his boxers and socks on. Looking in the bathroom, he does have to admit, you were right. He does look good in his briefs.
Frankie raises the volume high and pressed start.
You could hear the music soaring from the bedroom walls, the iconic Bob Segar piano keys doing a crescendo in groups and you recognize it right away.
It happened all too quick for you to register.
Before your legs move at an attempt to get out of bed, Frankie starts running gaining some speed and slides down the hallway, but he slides a bit too fast past the bedroom door. He’s fast even though he claims not to be.
You start barking a loud laugh knowing what he’s doing. Your heart immediately feels uplifted by him, his joy and silly antics transfer over to you making you eager to see what he does. You quickly adjust your position so that now you’re sitting on your knees. Enjoying his impromptu performance.
“Frankie??” You crane your neck trying to see and the music is still playing, you can hear him he’s laughing trying to catch his breath that he missed it. “Hold on!” starts running again and lands right on the beat, the piano keys slam on the beat and Frankie kicks his leg out, exactly like Tom Cruise and turns over to start lip syncing.
If you could see your own expression, you'd have the biggest heart eyes watching him perform.
The way his head bobs just like Cruise, but instead of straight black hair, you have the most beautiful brown curls bouncing and those cute boyish dimples—Tom Cruise could never.
With your hair brush in his hand, his Ray Ban sunglasses on, Frankie tries not to laugh but he can tell you’re enjoying it as you’re covering your face. You could feel your skin turning red from the laughing, his hip thrusts in the air is making his tummy move, but also down below. You're on cloud nine, all those sad feelings you had were stomped on by Frankie's hip sways.
He reaches over and removes a hand to gently pull you off the bed and you go with him. It was a swift move, as if air was carrying your whole body—you simply went to your favorite source of fresh air.
He kissed your cheeks before twirling you, singing off key he says, "That kinda music just soothes the soul." His eyes are so sweet, he's no longer singing along to the song, but singing to you.
You haven’t felt this motivated in so long, even though it’s just dancing, it’s something. A small win. You wrap your arms around Frankie when he instructs you, “Dance with me.”
Snuggling deeper into his chest, your shoulders slouch as you fought back tears. You want to, but you don’t want to move. That dark little cloud starts growing bigger and he notices it right away. “I'm…Frankie.” You're about to give up, feeling the need to want to cry.
The song is near ending when he says, "You don't have to do anything. I know...I know." He soothes your back and you hold onto your anchor from drowning.
"I don't know why I feel like this, it's not fair to you."
Frankie takes off his sunglasses and throws it on the bed along with the brush to hold the back of your head closer to him and presses a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "No matter how you feel, I'll always be here. You don't always have to be okay, it's okay not be...okay." You nod hearing him what he means. "Sometimes feeling sad is alright, but you're never alone."
“Step on my feet, I've got you.” He whispers to the top of your head. You feel at ease doing as he says and bear hug the love of your life as he holds you.
"I love you, Frankie."
"I know." He quips, you pinch his butt making him jump.
"I love you too, I always will." He firmly says as he starts to sway to the next song in queue. "How was my dancing?"
Feeling better already, a belly laugh comes out of you and you let your hands caress the shape of his cute small butt as you think.
Giving it a quick squeeze, you look up to see his brows wigglingly. "I wager Tom Cruise is shaking in his boots as we speak."
let's have a look at those thighssssss huh?
#Spotify#Frankie Morales#frankie morales imagine#frankie morales x reader#Frankie Morales x you#frankie catfish morales#he's a quirky dancer or whatever#LISTEN I WANT HIM TO DANCE TO THIS#frankie would be amazing at this#like he's such a fun guy#:((((#frankie morales headcanons
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build - a - bear
pairing : irl!dream x gn!reader
warning : full on fluff
word count : 1k
a/n: ( decided to post a bit early ) this is for @mayasimagines 600 event!!! congrats on 600 love <33 ! this is the first event i’ve ever entered so i was kinda nervous but i hope everyone enjoys
Clay pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand as the two of you made your way to the food court before going downstairs. “So is it a Auntie Anne’s kind of day?” He questioned as the two of you turned the corner being met with the open area the smell of food invading your nostrils.
You nodded as the two of you made your way to the pretzel stall in the far right corner. “What’cha wanna do after?” You shrugged as the two of you got in line. “Need to go to bath and body works.” You told him as you pulled up your jeans a force of habit you tended to do randomly as you looked around the food court.
“I have to go to best buy, get a replacement cord for my Pc since patches decided she was gonna snack on it.” You couldn’t help but giggle as the two of you moved up being next. “My lil’ baby don’t be mad at her.” The blonde above you rolled his eyes as you pressed your body against his smiling at him.
“Thought I was your baby.” he faked a pout as he wrapped his hands around your waist. “You’re my second baby.” you lifted yourself up on your tippy toes as you pressed a kiss to his lips. He wiped his lips against his shoulder just as the two of you were ready to go up causing you to have to turn around.
“Can we get one Cinnamon sugar pretzel and then a cup of cinnamon sugar nuggets?” The boy behind the counter nodded reaching for the small medium cup on display, and then grabbing a piece of parchment paper grabbing a cinnamon pretzel from it’s spot in the back with the bigger pretzels. “Anything else?”
“And a Mango and strawberry lemonade.” He finished off the order grabbing his wallet from his back pocket to pay once the brown hair boy came back with your drink placing them on the counter and going to assist the next person in line.
You picked up your cup while Clay grabbed the drink and his pretzel. “Don’t think I’m just gonna forget about you wiping my kiss off.” You stated plainly taking a pretzel out of the cup and popping it in your mouth as you headed towards the elevator.
“You put my cat over me, what’d you expect?” You pressed the button to call the elevator watching as he took a sip of the lemonade in his hand. “I didn’t put her over youuu.” You joked getting in the empty elevator and hitting the second floor button.
“Yeah okay.” He rolled his eyes once more causing a smile to form on your face. Now it was your turn to wrap your arms around him watching as he took a bite of the pretzel. He moved the food in his mouth to the side, “What?”. You puckered your lips towards him signalling you wanted a kiss. Your boyfriend leaned down giving you a quick before taking another bite.
“Ohh cinnamony,” A laugh left his mouth as he watched you lick your lips and raise your eyebrows when you noticed his eyes trained on your lips.
The elevator dinged signaling you were at the second floor. Your arms unwrapped from around Clays stomach as you made your way out and to the build - a - bear workshop next to the Children's place. “Hey guys!” A woman who looked like she was in her mid-thirties greeted the two of you as you made your way inside the store.
You gave her a smile and a wave as you approached the bear station. “What about this one?” He pointed with his pinky at the blue and green turtle like unstuffed bears. “A bear not bulbasaur.” You told him sternly as you peaked into the lined up bins.
“How about this?” You picked up a tan fluffy bear showing it to the blond taking a small sip from the lemonade in his hand. “Whatever you want my love.” He told you as the two of you moved forward greeting the other woman at the stuffing station.
You handed her the bear as she pulled the hole over the pipe that stuffed the cotton into the empty bear. “How are you two love birds doing on this wonderful afternoon?” She smiled as she pressed down on the petal. “We are doing really good, thank you for asking.”
She pulled the bear off the pipe, it now being all stuffed. She reached for one of the red hearts next to her and handed it to you. “Okay and now we’re going to do the heart ceremony.”
After both agreeing to love the bear with all your heart she asked if you wanted to give your bear a smell and if you wanted to put a voice message in it. To which responded with of course.
“Now whenever you’re ready press the button on the side and let go when you’re finished.” You turned to Clay who was wiping his sugar dusted hands on the side of his jeans. “We’re gonna be like Rachel and Phoebe and do that thing like with their voicemail.”
He shook his head washing his throat down with some lemonade before handing over to you and allowing you to have a sip to get ready.
“ready?” he nodded.
“Hi.”
“If”
“you’re”
“listening”
“to”
“this”
“you’re”
“probably”
“really”
“really”
“sad”
“just”
“know”
“that”
“i”
“love”
“you”
“so”
“so”
“much”
The woman whose name tag you had read stated Loren smiled fondly at the two of you as she put the voice message box in the bear's paw before handing it to you and allowing the two of you to go pick out clothes for your bear.
“Ooh babe look at this.” You picked up the mini green hoodie from off the shelf. “She can be a mini you.”
“you’re a dumbass, you know that?”
You chuckled scrunching your nose at him. “Yeah but i’m your dumbass.”
#mcyt x yn#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt imagine#mcyt#mcyts#irl!dream x yn#irl!dream x reader#irl!dream x gn!reader#mcyt x reader#ff#fan fictions#karl x reader#dream x reader#clay x reader#fluff#build a bear#sapnap x reader#feral boys#sleepy bois#bench trio#mayaimagines 600 event#dreamwastaken#dreamXD
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everything happens for a reason part 6 - zuko x fem!reader
The thing about forever is that it's a fucking lie
part 5 | masterlist | part 7
a/n: you all know whats coming lmao i got nothing to say for myself
wc: 3.5k
warning(s): pakku's usual sexism, typical siege of the north stuff, mostly angst but a lil bit of fluff in there
chapter title comes from forever is a lie by bea miller!
“I can’t believe that your tribe doesn’t teach waterbending to women!” Katara fumed, the snow beneath her feet packed tightly from her continuous pacing. “I mean, how can they even do that? Master Pakku’s all about ‘his culture and his teachings’ but his teachings are completely sexist!”
Y/N just nodded along as she listened to Katara — Master Pakku had refused to teach Katara, and after a disappointing healing lesson she had found Y/N to rant. “Yep. It’s unfair, but there’s not much we can do about it.”
Katara frowned and stopped in her tracks. “Don’t you want to learn how to fight too? I love being able to heal and help people, don’t get me wrong, but healing isn’t all I want to do.”
A shaky sigh fell from her lips and she shrugged, adjusting her position on the platform of ice she had made to sit on. “Well… yeah, I guess. I know a couple of martial moves, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know more. But Katara, I—”
Y/N was silent for a moment as flashes of the past played behind her eyelids. “I’m not like you. I’m not the kind of person to challenge the rules. Not anymore.”
Katara shook her head, already back to her pacing. “I think you’re selling yourself short. I saw your healing during your class — you’re really talented, Y/N, and I know that skill will transfer over to fighting.”
“Thank you, but— but it doesn’t matter how good we are. Master Pakku is just as stubborn as he is talented, and I think he’d rather die than be a decent person. It’s a shame though. I’d really like to see someone knock some sense into him.”
“Yeah…” Katara sighed. “Hopefully Aang is having a better time than I am.” She looked up at the sky then fixed Y/N with a wry smile. “Speaking of Aang, I should probably get back to him and my brother. Sorry for talking your ear off the whole night.”
Y/N waved her hand around nonchalantly. “Don’t worry about it. You have my permission to rant to me any time you want while you’re here.”
Katara grinned and offered her hand, which Y/N took with a small smile as she got up from her ice platform. With a slight movement of her hand she bent it back into the ground, and the two girls began their walk back to the city. “I just wish I knew how to get Pakku to let up.”
“You’ll think of something,” Y/N reassured.
-
Katara did indeed think of something. Y/N’s wish of Pakku getting some sense knocked into him was granted when Katara challenged him to a fight, which was quite possibly the best thing that Y/N had ever witnessed. Though she ultimately lost, he still decided to take her on as a student — and in a move that Y/N would forever be grateful for, Katara had gotten Pakku to take her on as well. Katara made history that day, and she felt a shining sense of admiration for the girl for shaking things up.
And now, her days consisted of early mornings spent training, afternoons in classes, and nights doing homework, as well as fitting in time to hang out with Yue — it was a miracle she had any free time at all.
Lately though, it seemed like all Yue could talk about was Sokka. She liked him just as much as he liked her, but Yue was good — no matter how much she cared for someone, her tribe would always come first.
(“Did I hear that you and Sokka have a date later tonight?” she teased. “Aren’t you moving a little too fast?” Yue was silent at her attempt at humor and Y/N frowned. “Yue, are you okay?”
Silence lingered in the air for so long that Y/N almost thought she didn’t hear her, but finally the princess spoke as she pulled down the collar of her jacket to reveal an engagement necklace. Y/N gasped.
“It’s from Hahn,” she said quietly. “He proposed an hour ago, and I accepted.”
“You what?” Y/N cried, prompting a slight grimace from Yue. “Hahn— you can’t stand him!”
“Y/N, please,” Yue sighed. “He’s not that bad — he’s handsome, I guess. And he’s the son of a noble, and he’ll be really good for the tribe.”
“Yue, you’re the one who has to deal with him. He proposed to you, not the tribe — Spirits, half the boys in this tribe like you, why him?”
“It’s best for the tribe,” she repeated, her words an attempt to convince Y/N as much as herself.
“But what’s best for you?” Y/N countered.
Yue hadn’t answered, and had made up some half-baked excuse that she had to be somewhere. She had watched her go sadly, hoping that she would figure something out with Sokka.)
And it’s not like she wasn’t happy that her friend had found someone, it was just…
Y/N was upset that someone wasn’t her. And she didn’t know how to deal with that revelation.
But one morning, while making idle conversation with Katara as their lesson came to an end, a matter much more pressing came to hand.
Black snow. Soot raining down from the sky, tarnishing everything it touched.
A feeling all too familiar brewed in her chest as she met her friend’s eyes, and one thing was clear.
The Fire Nation was coming.
-
The air was even more frigid than usual with the knowledge of an imminent invasion, and Y/N had parted ways with her friends once they reached the town hall to be with her grandparents. The tension in the air was thick as Chief Arnook stepped up to address the people.
“The day we have feared for so long has arrived — the Fire Nation is on our doorstep. It is with great sadness I call my family here before me, knowing well that some of these faces are about to vanish from our tribe, but they will never vanish from our hearts. Now, as we approach the battle for our existence, I call upon the great spirits. Spirit of the Ocean! Spirit of the Moon! Be with us! I'm going to need volunteers for a dangerous mission.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Sokka stood up. “Count me in.”
Her eyes widened as she met Katara’s from across the room, and she looked equally surprised. “Sokka…”
“Be warned: many of you will not return.” Several other men stood up after Sokka, including her grandfather. Despite his age he was a skilled fighter, but that was no comfort to Y/N. She reached up for his hand and shook her head almost desperately, but he smiled sadly and squeezed her hand, a sentiment to express words unsaid. “Come forward to receive my mark, if you accept the task.”
As he walked forward to join the line, she found the only solace she could in her grandmother’s open arms, burying her face in the fur of her jacket. “He will be okay,” she soothed. “He’s just as strong as he is brave. You have to have faith.”
She hoped that her grandmother was right. She couldn’t handle another loss.
Once all the men had received their marks, they left to confer about the battle plan. Y/N found her way up to the stage where a tearful Yue sat. It pained Y/N to see her in such a way, and when she sat down and offered her hand the princess immediately took it.
“I saw that your grandfather volunteered,” she said after a beat of silence. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too. For Sokka.” Y/N adjusted her position so their shoulders were touching, and she sighed heavily. “I can’t stop thinking about my village. My father.” She met Yue’s eyes, her own beginning to tear up.
“What if it happens again?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I can’t— I can’t do it again.”
Yue let go of her hand to wrap the girl in a hug, the warmth of the embrace managing to chip away at some of their hopelessness. “You won’t have to do it again,” she stated, the reassurance seeming like the truth when coming from her. “You’re not alone this time.”
She finally pulled away from the hug as she wiped the tears off her face, and Y/N nodded. Yue somehow always knew exactly what to say. “What would I do without you?” she asked, her voice slightly watery.
“You’re never going to know,” the princess smiled. “Because whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me.” That got a laugh out of Y/N and the two of them stood up as Yue gestured outside with her head. “I think I saw Aang and my father out there. It’ll help to talk with them — I think you need some fresh air anyways.”
Y/N nodded and the two girls walked out hand in hand, a small reprieve from carrying the weight of the world.
-
Things were so much worse than she had been anticipating.
After a short talk outside the hall with Katara, Aang, and the Chief, Yue had been transported somewhere safer as Y/N steeled herself for the front lines. After all, as a student of Master Pakku, she could fight damn well — it was just a matter of putting it into action.
But a line of warriors and children alike were no match for the strength of the Fire Nation from afar, and the first few fireballs had done their job at disrupting both the fighters and the wall — Seeing her home get destroyed hurt nearly as much as constantly getting thrown around.
After Aang had taken off on Appa and Chief Arnook took a section of his soldiers off for a different plan, the work on the ground began. The fleet of ships seemed endless , and the same went for their artillery — the fight went long into the day as Y/N worked with various other waterbenders to stop fireballs and repair broken parts of the city’s infrastructure, but just as the full moon began to show, the attacks stopped coming. Limbs heavy with exhaustion from their work in the field, Y/N and Katara met up with the princess back at the balcony of the palace.
“They’ve stopped firing,” Yue noted as they all gazed off into the distance.
“Thank the spirits,” Y/N muttered as she worked out a knot in her shoulder. “I don’t know how much longer I could’ve kept going.”
Just then, Appa came into view and a grin spread across Katara’s face. “Aang!”
He landed below them and the three girls hurried down to meet him. Aang landed on the ground, exhaustion clear in every part of him. “I can’t do it,” he muttered as he placed his head in his hands. “I can’t do it.”
“What happened?” Katara asked as she ran up to him, Yue and Y/N close behind.
“I must’ve taken out a dozen Fire Navy ships, but there’s just too many of them!” His large grey eyes were full of hopelessness, and Y/N’s heart ached for the boy. “I can’t fight them all.”
“But— you have to!” Yue pleaded. “You’re the Avatar.”
“I’m just one kid,” Aang countered wearily. He buried his face in his arms and Katara kneeled next to him in an attempt to comfort him. Y/N could almost forget about the pain in her body at that moment, feeling an odd responsibility to this boy as she looked down at him.
“Aang,” she muttered, following Katara’s example and kneeling next to him. “You’ve already done so much for us. Just by being here, you’ve inspired hundreds of people — you’re a beacon of hope all on your own! We don’t expect you to take out this whole navy by yourself. As long as you’re here, fighting with us? You’re helping us more than you know.”
He managed a slight smile at that and he took her outstretched hand, getting pulled back to his feet with her help.
“We’ll have a better view from up there,” Katara noted, pointing back up to the balcony. “You can help us keep watch, Aang — in case they start attacking again.”
He nodded and the four of them began the walk, the Avatar in slightly better spirits.
“The legends say the moon was the first waterbender,” Yue said once they had reached the balcony, all of them gazing at the sky. “Our ancestors saw how it pushed and pulled the tides and learned how to do it themselves.”
“I’ve always noticed my waterbending is stronger at night,” Katara mused, causing Y/N to hum in agreement.
“Our strength from the spirit of the moon, our life from the spirit of the ocean,” she said. “They work together to keep balance.
Aang’s expression brightened at her words as he popped up from the ground. “The spirits! Maybe I can find them and get their help!”
“How can you do that?” Y/N questioned.
“The Avatar is the bridge between our world and the Spirit World,” Katara explained excitedly. “Aang can talk to them!”
“Maybe they’ll give you the wisdom to win this battle!” Yue exclaimed.
“Or maybe they'll unleash a crazy amazing spirit attack on the Fire Nation!” At that, all three girls met him with strange looks. Aang coughed and straightened his posture. “Or wisdom. That's good, too.”
“The only problem is, last time you got to the Spirit World by accident,” Katara said with a frown. “How are you going to get there this time?”
Yue’s eyes lit up and she looked at them with a smile. “I have an idea. Follow me.”
-
A few minutes later, they were standing in the Spirit Oasis, the most spiritual place in all of the North. Yue, Y/N, and Katara all shed their coats as Aang walked around, marvelling at the beauty.
“I can feel… something,” Aang said as he sat down, getting into a meditating position. “It’s so tranquil.”
Soon enough, after a few moments of silence, Aang’s eyes as well as the arrow on his head began to glow.
“Is he okay?” Yue gasped.
“He’s crossing into the Spirit World,” Katara reassured. “He’ll be fine as long as we don’t move his body. That’s his way back to the physical world.”
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Y/N whispered, astonishment etched into her face. For as much as she had been taught about the ocean spirits, she wasn’t well-versed in the Spirit World as a whole — she was thoroughly fascinated by every part of this.
“Maybe we should get some help,” Yue suggested, still on edge as she took a few steps away from the gate.
“No, he’s my friend. I’m perfectly capable of protecting him. Besides, I already have some help here.” She smiled at Y/N, a sentiment that she returned happily.
A deep voice, almost mocking, broke the silence as it echoed throughout the oasis. “Well, aren’t you a big girl now? Even got yourself a little student.”
The three girls all whipped around to find the source of the voice, and Katara’s whole body stiffened. “No…”
“Yes. Hand him over and I don’t have to hurt you.”
Y/N immediately eased into a bending stance along with Katara as the princess fled to get help, but her confidence faltered when she took the time to focus on their assailant.
She almost didn’t recognize him — it had been nearly four years since she had last set eyes upon the boy, but it was as if he had become a completely different person. His head was shaved completely save for a ponytail, and blues and reds marked his skin in various cuts and bruises. His eyes held an anger she had never seen before, an expression only heightened with the addition of a large red scar across his left eye.
“Zuko?” she breathed, her chest tightening up beneath the weight of the revelation. Katara stared at her in bewilderment — she had no idea that Y/N knew the prince that had chased them halfway across the world, but Katara supposed that she had no reason to ever suspect she did.
His eyes flashed with recognition as they ran over her, and it seemed as if he had a similar epiphany as he staggered backwards. “I… I thought you were dead.”
“You’re with them,” she muttered, blood turning to ice. “Your nation is invading, and you’re helping them— you’re after the Avatar? What are you doing, Zuko?!”
The momentary surprise was replaced by steely determination as he shifted his weight forward and kicked up his leg, sending a blast of fire that she barely managed to dodge. “You know nothing!”
Y/N fell back into position next to Katara, but the newfound knowledge was like a fog over her mind. “Whoever he was when you knew him, that’s not him anymore!” Katara yelled as she bent water out of the pond and blocked his following attacks. “He won’t hesitate to hurt you, so you can’t either!”
“O-okay!” she stammered. This was the moment she had been waiting for, wasn’t it? After training with both Katara and Pakku, her martial skill had increased tenfold, and she was desperate to try it out — she only wished her first opponent didn’t have to be him. But another fire blast snapped her out of her paralysis, and she jumped into action.
The two girls worked impossibly well together, one stepping forward when the other fell back, the bending between them nearly seamless. Any fire that the prince sent their way was quickly extinguished, and with two against one on home turf, Y/N and Katara were able to hold him off with relative ease.
Y/N bent another jet of water up from the oasis and shot it at Zuko, the force of which knocked him several feet back. Katara took the opening and froze his feet to the ground, then began to move her arms about as she formed a ball of water around him — one more movement and it was frozen solid.
“You little peasant,” he growled. “You’ve found a master, haven’t you?”
The orb of ice began to glow, the air around them becoming hotter and hotter until it melted around him. Blasts of fire were flying at them as soon as Zuko hit the ground, and they were forced to retreat back towards the oasis as they grew more intense.
Y/N drew up a shield of water, extinguishing the flames on impact. Zuko dodged around them, his fingers inches away from Aang’s collar. Y/N propelled the water already at her fingertips towards Zuko with a grunt of effort, which sent him flying into the shallows on the other side of the oasis. She conjured up a large wave and sent it towards the prince, sending him up the side of the wall and trapping him once Katara froze it.
She breathed a sigh of relief and let her arms fall, a part of her wondering how they were still connected after the tediousness of the earlier battle. But this, one on one in a fight with real stakes? It was as exhilarating as it was nerve wracking, and she had never been so thankful that Katara had gotten her in with Master Pakku. Y/N felt intensely guilty over the pain she had inflicted on Zuko, but she tried her best to push it out of her mind — like Katara said, he would’ve done worse if she hadn’t fought back.
“You fought well,” Katara smiled. “I told you that you were talented.”
She chuckled and shrugged, cheeks heating up slightly at the praise. “It’s not exactly my first fight, just… the most intense.” It reminded her of the early mornings and late nights spent sparring with Zuko, a memory that only twisted the dagger in her heart even more.
The two girls smiled at each other as they began to walk back over to Aang — it seemed the boy was undisturbed by the fight by virtue of his glowing tattoos and closed eyes — when Y/N found herself squinting from the rays of light filtering in.
“Huh,” she mumbled. “The sun’s out. The sun’s out— Katara!”
Y/N turned to find the prince free from the ice, and the pair barely had time to draw water from the pond to shield themselves from the impending flames. But it was too little too late, and the power of the blast sent them back several feet. They slammed into either side of the gate, the force of it immediately knocking Katara out.
Y/N gasped in pain as she tried to push herself up, but the fight combined with the impact of her landing had taken a toll on her and she collapsed once more against the gate. When the smoke from the fire cleared, Zuko was there with Aang’s collar in his grasp.
“You rise with the moon,” he muttered, his face tinged with the slightest bit of guilt as he met her eyes. “I rise with the sun.”
The last thing she saw before her consciousness faded out was the boy she loved escaping with the Avatar.
-
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