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Meet the Family Part 2

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: after much discussion, Charles flies out Y/N’s parents to Monza so they can meet Charles’s mom before they decide on spending Christmas together in New York

Warning: the usual. IT IS EDITED, I MADE IT LONGER, starting from You

A/N: questions at the end of this imagine, I hope you like part 2 @ilovechickenwings

“You didn’t have to fly them out first class.” Y/N said in the car.

“They’re your parents, what kind of person would I be if I let them fly coach, knowing I can afford first class.” Charles said.

“True. I can’t believe you invited them to the Monza Grand Prix.” Y/N said.

“Well my family is also coming to this Grand Prix, I figured they could meet. Hopefully they get along so we can spend Christmas on New York.” Charles said. Charles parked the car and he did a lot better than he usually does. They got out of the car.

“Your parking is getting better, muñeco, I am so proud.” Y/N said. “What time does their flight land?”

“Um, it says at that it should have landed 10 minutes." Charles said checking the flight information. They walked into the airport, Charles signing whatever the fans give him, they made it to the gate and Y/N saw her parents.

"Mami, Papi, que gusto verlos. Como estuvo el vuelo?" Y/N asked her parents after hugging them.

"First class es tan fancy, no creo que puedo volver a volar en coach." Elena said breaking the hug with Y/N to turn to Charles and hugs him. "Charles, thank you so much for flying us out, I can't believe we are in Italy, I always wanted to come here." Elena gives Charles a kiss on the cheek before letting him go, Charles blushing a little and laughing.

"It was nothing, I really wanted you two to meet my mom and brothers." Charles said.

"Right, we need to see if we get along before deciding on spending holidays together. A ver Charles, what car did you decide to rent?" Enrique asked.

"Mm, a Mercedes Benz, plenty of space for your luggage. Lets go, I want to invite you guys to eat before heading to the hotel." Charles said, taking Elena's and Enrique's carry on bags, leaving the airport to go to his car.

“Are we meeting Pascale there?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, my mom texted me saying shes on her way to the restaurant so let’s go.” Charles said, putting the carry on bags in his trunk, helping Enrique put the big suitcase in the trunk too before closing it, everyone got in the car.

“Can’t wait to go sightseeing and shopping.” Elena said.

“Oh yes, Monza is beautiful. Tomorrow is media day for me so if you want, you could go sightseeing by yourselves.” Charles said.

“Yeah, that seems fine, will Y/N be with you during media day?” Enrique asked.

“Yes she will.” Charles said.

“Yeah, that seems okay.” Elena said. The rest of the ride to the restaurant was filled with Elena and Enrique talking about what they want to see. Charles made it to the restaurant (I google restaurants in Monza, did you know there is a Peruvian restaurant there? I am so happy about that) and Charles parked his car in the Vecchia Ostuni parking lot.

“Mira eso, Y/N didn’t have to park for you.” Elena teased. Charles looked at Y/N.

“You told them I can’t park?” Charles asked in a whiny voice.

“I didn't tell them anything, they probably saw me parking your car when we visited.” Y/N said.

“Fair enough.” Charles said. They walked made it to the restaurant entrance and saw Pascale. “Maman!” Charles exclaimed before hugging his mother.

“Pascale, it’s good to see you again.” Y/N said, hugging her. “So Pascale, these are my parents Elena and Enrique.

“Nice to mee you.” Pascale said, hugging Elena and Enrique. “Let’s go in, I am starving.” They entered the restaurant, Charles had a reservation for them and they were seated right away. “Elena, Enrique, Can i just say I love your daughter, she is such a sweetheart, perfect for my Charles, I love having her over whenever they’re in Monaco.”

“Oh thank you, we only found out about Charles recently when he came to visit us in New York, but he makes Y/N happy and that’s good enough for us. Plus the gifts, thank you again Charles, I take that bag everywhere.” Elena said.

“It was my pleasure.” Charles said.

You know how sometimes your parents will share stories from your childhood? That’s exactly what happened.

“When Y/N was younger, she would name any animal she saw, whether that is a stray cat in our neighborhood or a mouse caught in a trap.” Enrique said, the three parents laughing.

“She still does that! They were over and we have this garden (I’m making this up) and she found a caterpillar on a leaf, Y/N named it Heimlich.” Pascale said and Y/N covered her face from embarrassment, leaning against Charles.

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, Mon ange, it’s very cute and endearing how you name random animals.” Charles kissed her forehead.

“I think she got that habit from Lilo and Stitch, she would watch that movie all the time.” Elena said.

“Oh Charles here was obsessed with the movie Cars, I sometimes think thats why he kept karting, to be like Lightning McQueen. I have seen so many posts on Instagram for the fans comparing him to Lightning McQueen.” Pascale said, now it’s Charles’s turn to be embarrassed, he was blushing slightly while Pascale showed Elena and Enrique some of the comparisons. “It doesn’t help that there’s a video of Charles saying ‘kachow’, you know.” Pascale said.

“Our little Disney fans, they’re perfect for each other.” Elena commented.

“They are, they seem so in love. When Charles was first calling me about her, he was so smitten, asking me for advice because he had no idea how to woo her since she’s American.” Pascale said, Y/N turned to Charles.

“I didn’t know that.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, it was actually the first time I got nervous talking to a girl. It’s not like I’ve seen you in Monaco before, you were completely new, you knew nothing about me, I wanted our first date to be perfect.” Charles said, playing with his rings. Y/N kissed his cheek.

“You’re so cute.” Y/N said. The parents kept talking amongst themselves. The check came, Charles paid, Pascale gave Elena her phone number and they started texting on WhatsApp. They said goodbye to each other, went to the parking lot and drove to the hotel they’re staying at.

Charles helped Elena and Enrique to their room, Y/N hugged them goodbye before going to her shared suite with Charles. After Charles helped them with the luggage, he went to his suite and found Y/N splayed across the bed.

“I am so tired.” Y/N said.

“Mon ange, we didn’t do anything.” Charles said.

“I know but we had to listen to our childhood stories.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, that’s true. But I’m glad our parents are getting along, I sense a New York Christmas in our future.” Charles said, getting on the bed and moving Y/N so her back is against his chest. Charles kissed her forehead.

“Same here.” Y/N said and she got a text notification from her mom, Y/N stifled a giggle,

“Whats so funny?” Charles asked.

“Is it true that when you were 4 you opened your closet every night to see if Sulley would be there?” Y/N asked.

“Ugh, maman.” Charles groaned and Y/N was laughing.

“That’s adorable.” Y/N said, kissing him until Charles realized something, holding her back from kissing him again.

“Wait, when we were in Spa, there was a stray dog, did you name him?” Charles asked.

“What? No.” Y/N said. Charles looked at her. “I named him Koda.” Y/N admitted. Charles kissed her.

“Adorable.” Charles said, Y/N pouted but Charles kissed her pout away. "You think we can go to Niso Fumagalli? Its your first time here, I want to do something romantic." Charles said, still kissing her. Y/N pretended to think.

"Would I have to change?" Y/N asked.

"Absolutely not, you look beautiful." Charles said. Y/N smiled.

"You're very sweet, guapo, I'll text my mom to tell her we're going out." Y/N said.

Charles and Y/N spent the rest of the day in the rose garden Niso Fumagalli and they took so many photos together, Charles will definitely post them later after they are editted to match his aesthetic.

The next day was Media Day, Y/N was in the Ferrari hospitality hanging with Rebecca while Charles was answering some questions.

"So Charles, we hear your American girlfriend is here, how is that going?" the interviewer asked.

"Very good, this is her first time coming to Monza, even though she is very new to the world of Formula 1, she is very excited to be here, I even flew her parents out." Charles said.

"Wow, what a considerate boyfriend you are, how are the future in-laws?" The interviewer asked.

"I like them, I really hope they like me as well, my mom loves my girlfriend so I am hoping to have the same connection with her parents." Charles responded sincerely. He thinks of himself as a very nice guy, even though Enrique has said himself that Charles seemed good for Y/N, he doesn't get the feeling that her parents consider him family yet.

"I'm sure you will, whats not to like, the grid loves you." The interviewer said and Charles laughed a little, messing with his shirt collar.

Charles then had another interviewer.

"Charles and Carlos, you two are going to answer whatever questions are written on the piece of paper you pick out of this hat." The interviewer said, Charles went first.

"Who was your celebrity crush when you were younger? Oh, that is such a good question, I'm trying to think, mm, oh, it was (a celebrity you share similar features with, for me it would be Selena Gomez cuz of the round face, dark hair and eyes) I was obsessed with her movies/tv show/music, watched every TV interview she did, my mom would call me every time she was on TV." Charles admitted, completely embarassed he just confessed that.

"Doesn't your girlfriend have the same color eyes, hair, and skin tone?" The interviewer.

"Lord Perceval, who knew you had a type." Carlos joked. "You totally manifested your girlfriend."

"I guess i did. Your turn, Carlos." Charles said.

After many interviews later, he went to the hospitality to find Y/N eating a snack.

"Baby! How were the interviews?" Y/N asked, hugged him, Charles hugged her back twice as hard.

"They were good, a little tiring. Want to go out to eat? There was this peruvian restaurant we could go to, I know you miss Latin food when you're in Europe with me." Charles said.

"Ooh yes, lomo saltado sounds so good right now. I love you so much." Y/N said, kissing him.

"You think your parents like me?" Charles asked.

"What kind of question is that? Of course they like you. Come on, lets get to your car." Y/N said. They were walking to the parking lot.

"Its just yesterday your mom mentioned that she only found out about me recently. She hasn't really complimented me except to tell me she loves her bag." Charles said.

"Well Charles, they don't really know you, it's kinda hard considering they live in New York." Y/N said.

"You're right, we should go to the hotel and pick up ypour parents so we could eat at the Peruvian restaurant." Charles said.

"Oh no need, they're here with Pascale." Y/N admitted.

"Mon coeur, you could have told me before we got into the parking lot." Charles said.

"I'll tell my mom where we are going and Pascale could join them at the restaurant, it will be like yesterday." Y/N said.

"Yeah, that sounds good, you are so smart." Charles said, kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, lets good, I just texted my mom." Y/N said, They get to the car and drove to the restaurant. Pascale showed up with Elena and Enrique a few moments later.

"Why are we here?" Enrique asked.

"Oh, whenever we are travlling for my races, Y/N will miss the latin food that she is used to cooking herself. She gets homesick, latin food helps her, and that is why we are at a peruvian restaurant." Charles said, with his arm around Y/N. Enrique hums approvingly before they entered the restaurant.

During lunch/dinner, Charles did or said little things that won him brownie points with his future in-laws. He knows it might be too soon, but he feels as if Y/N is the one and he needs to know that her parents approved of him.

"Maman, Christmas is a few months away, I was wondering how would you feel about spending it in New York?" Charles asked.

"New York? What about your brother and Charlotte?" Pascale asked.

"They would come too! Imagine spending New Years in New York, watching the ball drop in person..." Charles started.

"Don't do that." Y/N and her parents said.

"It is going to be so crowded, you'll be freezing the entire time, you probably won't even get a good spot to watch the ball drop or the New Years performers." Elena said.

"But we could see the tree at the Rockefeller Center." Charles said, looking at Y/N to make sure that was a good plan and Y/N nodded.

"I wouldn't want to spend Christmas without my parents, but I know you wouldn't want to spend it without Charles either." Y/N said. Pascale doesn't look convinced.

"Pascale, you never travlled outside of Europe, it could be fun. Enrique and I obviously don't have a big house but you can stay in a hotel near us." Elena started.

"Alright, you convinced me, a New York Christmas it is. Would you spend your entire winter break in New York, Charles?" Pascale asked.

"Not the entire break, just 2 weeks." Charles said.

"Alright, sounds good. Let me call your brothers." Pascale said, standing up from the table.

"Tengo que ir al baño, acompáñame, Y/N." Elena said, dragging Y/N to the bathrom, leaving Charles and Enrique alone. There was a moment of silence before Enrique decided to speak.

"You're a good guy, Charles. It may not seem like it, but I like you. You make Y/N happy, she actually started calling us every week to tell us about you and what you did that made her happy that week. You bought her a vase?" Enrique asked.

"Yes, she has been saying that the counter in her apartment looked plain so i bought her a vase and I would bring her flowers so the apartment would look..alive, I guess." Charles responded.

"That's the kind of stuff I want my princess to experience. My wife and I have never fought in front of Y/N, we have never raised our voice at her, hit her, or anything. I'm assuming you would never do that to her either." Enrique said and Charles immediately shook his head.

"of course not, i respect your daughter, I love Y/N so much that I would rather die than even think about doing that kind of thing to her." Charles said.

"Thats exactly what I needed to hear, son." Enrique patted Charles back and he was so happy that Enrique called him 'son". The women came back to the table.

"We were gone a while, what did you talk about?" Y/N asked.

"Nothing, mon ange." Charles said.

"Todo anda bien, princesa." Enrique said, Y/N accepted it but she noticed that Charles had the same gleam in his eyes that he gets from winning. Y/N whispered in Charles's ear.

"He said he liked you, didn't he?" Y/N waited for a response and Charles nodded his head. "See? You had nothing to worry about." Y/N whispered again before deciding to place her head on his shoulder.

The End

HOPE YOU LIKED THE NEW ADDITIONS, I did not know how to write them meeting for the first time, the naming animals habit is actually mine, there are 2 stray cats by my house, I named one Thomas O’Malley and the other is named Fígaro. I also named a mouse Roquefort, I genuinely think I got it from Lilo. Hope y’all liked it! Comments are appreciated.

I have 3 ideas for new one shots

Idea 1: Charles Leclerc and Y/N are married and Y/N has a habit of adopting any dog that “gives her a sign” like it would follow her, whine if she tries to leave, etc. But the catch is, Charles and Y/N already have 8 dogs so when Charles is away at a race, Y/N picks up another dog but she tries to make it seem like she had an affair so the dog thing isn’t so bad. 100 percent inspired by that story Salma Hayek told on Jimmy Fallon. Btw, I got the dogs and names picked out.

Idea 2: there is a Bachelor Auction for charity, Charles is obviously one of the bachelors, Y/N bids on him, they go on a date, have a really good time, Charles wants to go out again.

Idea 3: Charles and Y/N are friends and roommates. Y/N lost her journal/diary, Charles found it in the driver’s room and instead of giving it back, he reads it and discovers she has a crush on an F1 driver. Instead of thinking the F1 driver Y/N writes about is himself, he thinks it’s Lando and is lowkey sad and jealous when he sees Lando and Y/N talk because Charles also likes Y/N.

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Little Sister: Are you going to tell her or should I?

Summary: Morrigan forces Azriel to make a choice. Either she is going to tell you or he is

Word count: 2.7k

part one, part two, part three, part four , part five

The rumbling ground beneath his feet was one indicator of what was about to come. The other indicator was the shaking paintings that were hung on the wall. Rhys may be the most powerful high lord to ever exist but your power easily rivaled his own. In anticipation of your arrival the quill pen that had just been in use was placed gently on the desk right next to the piece of paper it was just being used on. The force of the heavy wood doors being blown open almost sends the paper flying into his face, if not for his hand placed on top of it. “It’s always such a-” the words pleasure to see you died in his throat as you cut him off. “Ok what is the deal?” one of his perfectly groomed eyebrows raised slightly in questioning at your tired tone of voice. “Oh please let's not act like you don’t know what I am talking about.” the eyebrow didn’t lower even a centimeter. Marching over to the inviting seat in front of his desk you ungracefully plop yourself into the waiting chair. “Remember when Cassian accidentally knocked me out?” you watch as your brother wordlessly nodding in confusion. “Good.” you huff out letting the room fill with silence leaving your brother in a stronger state of confusion then before you started talking. At least before you came into his office Rhysand could have guessed about a thousand reasons as to what has you so upset but now he genuinely does not know where you are going with any of this. “ Go back like a week or two in time after me and Az returned from the summer court and both you and him were avoiding me. Why?”

Rhysand knew why he was avoiding you but as for Azriel he's not too sure. Obviously he could take a very educated guess but that was about all he could do without asking. “I was busy.” Now the high lord watched as his little sister copied his earlier action of raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow in questioning. “Busy doing what exactly.” Silence once again engulfed the room as Rhysand weighed the pros and cons of telling you his reasoning for avoiding his own sister. A heavy sigh left his lips as he decided to tell you the nicer reason for his absence in your life. “When I walked in your room and saw Az helping you get dressed, that was obviously not something that I, as your older brother, wanted to see.” the continue on motion of your hand forced him to continue. “And as your older brother I obviously never want you to get hurt. In any version of the word. But as your brother I also realize, very reluctantly, at that might I add, that you deserve to live your own life. That means including having a romantic partner. So I was attempting to convince myself that if you pursued a relationship with Azriel that I would be ok.”

A pregnant pause fell upon the room before you spoke up “That is why you’ve been avoiding me? Seriously?” The warm tone of your laughter brought a warm sensation dancing up Rhysands neck and cheeks. Nobody else had the ability to embarrass him like his little sister does. “Rhys you know Azriel one hundred percent does not see me like that right? I mean yeah I like to use him to irritate you but he only does that because I asked him to.” your shoulders moved up and down in a shrugging motion. “While you may think that is true you have to remember for all of your life I have banned both you and those to pea brains of trying anything with each other so I needed some time to process even the mere thought of that happening.” you watched from across the desk as your brother pretended to gag. “I guess I no longer have to worry about Cass now that he has Nesta.” he added as an afterthought more to himself than to you. “That explains why you have been avoiding me, even if it was because you were having a meltdown over nothing but what about Azriel? Why has he been avoiding me.?” Moments of Rhysands conversation with Azriel played out in his mind. “I can only guess it's because after you paraded around summer” the sound of you scoffing interrupted his story. “Are you done being offended or can I continue.” Rhys watched as you rolled your eyes, taking that as his sign to continue on. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. After you returned I talked to Az about the different times I have caught the two of you in interesting situations, to say the least, and asked him about your relationship with each other. And since I have always made it clear he was never to see you in any way other than platonically I would assume he took that as a sign to step back from being around you.”

The quill pen you summoned was quickly thrown across the desk at your brother “You big overprotective bat! How many times do I need to tell you that Azriel does not see me like that.” Rhys easily caught the pen giving a not so hidden sly smile at your turn to be embarrassed. “No wonder why he's avoiding me. You made it awkward. I’m just his friend's little sister and nothing more. Now I’m sure you’ve given him the wrong idea of me.” A big belly laugh erupted from within Rhysand quickly filling in the room. “After almost five hundred years I think it’s a little late for Az to just now get the wrong idea of you.” the words barely escaped in between the laughter “You are a menace!” Rhys just continued to laugh as you marched your way back out of his office “I love you too!” The echo of his shout follows you down the corridor as you make your way out of his house.

The very next morning you made your way to the top of the house ready to start training. “Ah ah ah.” Cassian's voice tuts from across the open roof top. Your eyes scan the room until they land on the wiggling finger that matched the owners equally as wiggly head. “You are not to be training until Madja says you can.” scrunching your face you look at Nesta before making eye contact with the general again “And who are you? My mother?” A bellowing laughter swallows up the words that just slipped past your lips. “When it comes to training I sure am.” his larger than most bicep wraps around your shoulders tucking your body into his. Leading you to the entrance that leads back to the lower level of the house. Cassian had almost gotten you to the threshold of the door when you spotted Azriel from the corner of your eye. Quickly you twirl out of your training mothers warmth and strut over to the one and only shadowsinger. “You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” the fact you had to tilt your head slightly upwards had never irritated you like it did in that moment. You watched as his hazel eyes shuffled across the room taking note of every person who showed up to training this morning. “I haven’t been avoiding you.” you could tell he was being extra quiet on purpose “Oh really is that why Rhys told me-” the words died in your throat as strong hands wrapped around your torso and lifted you from the ground. “Now young one I don’t think interrogating someone is something Madja said you were ok to do yet. Plus training starts in two minutes so you can do your questioning at a later time.” Gently Cassian once more places you on the outside of the training area. Glowering you said nothing as Cassian chuckled at your lack of response before making his way back to the center of the area.

You watched as Azriel gave Cassian an appreciative nod and Cassian just patted him on the back before starting training. Something was definitely going on, you just didn’t know what. For now at least.

If there was one thing that living this long has given you it was an endless supply of patience. So for almost three hours you stood leaning against the wall watching both warriors show off different techniques following up with critiquing each other's quote unquote weak spots for techniques. Finally after everything was said and done did Cassian allow you to step foot in the official training area. Azriel was stood by himself drinking water when you appeared in front of him. “Why have you been avoiding me?” you could hear how hurt you sounded to your own ears and tried to not wince at the sound of the pathetic tone you displayed. You watched as the male's face fell before you. “I didn’t mean for you to feel like I was avoiding you. It’s just-” you observed as it appeared Azriel was having an internal debate with himself before sighing a reluctant sigh “ you know how Rhys gets when it comes to you. After we got back he asked if anything was going on between the two of us and I said no. I respect both you and Rhys. I never want to betray Rhysands trust so I haven’t been avoiding you per say but you know.” he ended with a hefty shoulder shrug.

“So what I’m hearing is that you don’t hate me?” the facade of the shadowsinger broke in front of you to reveal a gentle, kind hearted male who would do anything for his family. The chuckle that fell from his lips brought a giggle to your own. “No, I don't hate you. I don't even think that's possible.” Azriel opens his arms as an invite to share a hug. Even though he was covered in sweat from head to toe you wrapped your arms around his torso pressing your cheek against his chest where his heart was beating. “Well that's good to know because I was starting to get concerned.” Another chuckle made its way out of his throat and the vibrations of his laughter once again caused your own laughter. “So” you drag out the last vowel “Does that mean you will go shopping with me tomorrow?” you propped your chin against his chest and looked up at your closest friend. “If I must.” His gentle teasing was met with an equally if not gentler kiss on the hairline of your forehead.

Ever since your confrontation with Azriel things seemed to go back to normal but not completely back to normal. Something was off that you couldn’t put your finger on but it was without a doubt better than it used to be. The flow of the inner circle had almost returned back to completely normal. That would be until a few weeks later when at family dinner everything would change.

It was very well known that dinners amongst the inner circle were tradition but it was lesser known that having a dinner where each personal either cooked or brought something to contribute to the dinner was also a tradition.

This time around it was Feyre, Mor, Elain and yourself in the kitchen. Collectively as a good the three of you were trying your best not to destroy the High ladys kitchen. Elain had no such problems as she was often found making the best treats for the family on a daily basis. The oldest and youngest sister along with yourself had managed to make an edible dinner item, even though it was more challenging than the three of you would like to admit. While cooking was a neutral territory for yourself in terms of skills, it was cooking for three grown Illyrian bats and their accompanying companion along with the rest of the family that stretched your cooking abilities thin. It was a miracle the food was even edible on a good day. Let alone a day with nine hungry fae waiting to be fed.

After much work in the kitchen everyone had finally settled down around the table, only after much wrangling on both Feyres and yours behalf. Rhys was at the head of the table with your sister-in-law while you were seated in between Morrgian and Elain. Across from you was Amren, Azriel, Cassian and Nesta sitting in that order.

Dinner was going as well as it normally did. Cass was making stupid jokes poking at Amren. Feyre was playing mediator, just in case they decided they wanted to destroy each other. And in turn destroy her house. Your brother was assisting Feyre in keeping the family under control and also dotting on her the whole time. Nesta and you were talking about books and Mor along with Elain were discussing different clothing options.

The smell in the room was subtle at first but quickly you realized the brownies you had put in the oven prior to everyone sitting down were finally done. You just hopped they were burnt. With an abrupt “Oh! Crap!” you sent your chair sliding backwards and hurried off towards the hopefully unharmed cooked batter. After a few minutes of cutting and neatly placing the brownies on a platter you re-entered the dining room that was just as chaotic as when you had left. Cooking you may not be the best at but you were a pretty great baker. The Random desserts you make were always a hit amongst your family and you were sure these would be no different.

“Anyone want a brownie? Of course Cass was the first to raise his hand and thus started your journey around the table handing out freshly baked goods. You had just rounded the corner of the table when you noticed that one person didn’t take a treat. Azriel. “Az? You don’t want a brownie?” you scrunched your brows together as you gently raise the platter you were holding as in an invitation. “No I’m ok” without realizing your face fell. “But you always eat anything I bake. You always say that I make the best desserts and you’ve never turned them down.” Azriel didn’t take his eyes off of you, instead they shifted between the platter of food back to your eyes before they repeated the process a few more times. “It’s-” his stutter catches you off guard causing you to raise an eyebrow in both confusion and questioning.

“It’s just that I’m full right now and I-” once again you made a confused look and glanced down to his plate “That's only your second plate of food usually you eat three or four so I know you're not full. Why don’t you want one? Do you not like my baking?” Once again you found yourself feeling extra hurt about a choice Azriel had made. Usually you were never this emotional but lately you couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the hit to the head that was causing you to be so emotional. As it wasn’t fully healed yet. The male was certainly free to do what he wants but this was new and confusing. “Oh help the brother and the mother.” you looked down to Morr where she had propped her elbows on the table and rested her head upon her hands. “What?” Your confused tone causes a giggle to escape. “Do you really not understand why he won't eat the damn brownie?” Just as your cousin was about to explain, Azriel cut her off. “Morrigan don’t. It’s not your place to tell her.”

Now this had your attention. What exactly was there to tell? And Why was Azriel being so secretive about it? After what felt like forever of the two of them going back and forth with each other you intervened. “Will somebody please tell me what is going on?” you didn’t shout but your question definitely wasn’t quiet either. You just needed to get their attention and it worked. “Are you going to tell her or should I?” Silence engulfed the room but Morrigan didn’t let it last too long. “The reason he won't accept your food is because you're his mate.” and in that moment everything stopped.

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rae2velaris · 3 days

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Azriel's ongoing theme is to find...

PEACE. WITHIN AND AROUND HIM

To realize that he is:

Worthy of love

Loved by his family for WHO he is as a person

Not defined by his traumatic past and actions

Allowed to fight for who or what he wants

This male has been:

Locked up in a cell for ELEVEN years by his stepmother, only being let out an hour a day and an hour a WEEK to see his mother

Burned ruthlessly by his half brothers at the age of eight, resulting in burns on his hands that didn't fully heal, leaving scars (which he's STILL extremely self-conscious about after 500 years)

Surrounded by darkness and shadows for years without sunlight as a child

Forbidden to train and fly while he lived with his father, something that's taught to Illyarians as a BABY

Shipped off to an Illyarian camp when his father found out he was a shadowsinger

Mocked as a bastard child alongside Rhys and Cassian

Hated by the Illyarians for his immense power due to being a bastard child (Illyarians valued patricharcy more than anything)

Separated from his friends for seven years during the war. (Rhys' father was FEARFUL of the bat boys being together because of their power)

Assigned as the spymaster by Rhys' father and was forced to do all his dirty work (we don't know what ALL Rhys' father made Azriel do during the war, and he was a ruthless male)

Pinning over Mor for over 500 years, even finding out Cassian slept with her

Thinking he is only of value to his friends for his work as a spymaster

Almost killed twice (once when trying to save Elain from Hybern and second when he was pierced by an ash arrow)

Finally able to move on from Mor, finding solace and peace with Elain (who is interested in him as well) only to be ordered to stay away from her due to Lucien being her mate ( even though she doesn’t show interest in Lucien)

Azriel needs some all-around PEACE in his life.

What about a love interest?

The fandom seems to debate on this topic, but one thing for sure is that he doesn't need to be "challenged" by someone... Where do we even see THAT being anywhere in the books?

Here's what we are shown...

1. Where do we find him most at peace/relaxed?

With Elain

Even Feyre states that Elain would find PEACE and QUIET with Azriel... and liked the idea...

2. Who do we find Azriel's focus on?

Elain

3. Where do we find the IC being the most surprised by Azriels reactions/actions?

With Elain

4. Who does Azriel ALWAYS try to beat Feyre to greet/assist?

Elain

5. Who does Azriel always volunteer to help?

(Omg I hit my limit with photos 🤣)

But I strode to my seat—nestled between Amren and Mor—in time to see Elain say to Azriel, “Hello.” Az said nothing. No, he just moved toward her. Mor tensed beside me. But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, “Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

Elain

6. Who stills Azriel's razor-sharp thoughts?

Too many razor-sharp thoughts sliced him any time he grew still long enough for them to strike."....

Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she said softly, "Put it on me?"

His head went quiet.

Elain

7. Who was Azriel willing to give up his LIFE to save?

From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, “Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

Elain

8. Who openly accepts Azriel's scars, one of his BIGGEST insecurities?

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.” Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks,

Elain

9. Who actually SEES him and notices his needs?

“I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained. Azriel’s brows narrowed at the mention of the family’s preferred healer. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.” Silence. Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.” Silence again. Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.

Elain

10. Who is Azriel thinking about every night?

He had only allowed himself these thoughts in the dead of night. Had only allowed his hand to fist his cock and think about her then, when even his shadows had gone to sleep. How that beautiful face might appear as he entered her, what sounds she'd make

Elain

11. Who does Azriel want to kiss and have a lovely pussy eating feast on?

Wrong -- it was so wrong.

He didn't care.

He needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. What those perfect lips tasted like. Her breasts. Her sex. He needed her coming on his tongue --

Elain

ELAIN IS THE ANSWER TO HIS PEACE...

TO HELPING HIM FIND PEACE WITHIN AND AROUND HIM.

#elain acotar #elain archeron #elriel #elain x azriel #azriel #elriel supremacy #azriel acotar #pro elriel #acotar #acowar #acomaf #acofas #acosf

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Maybe a story of jealous pilot levi x flight attendant reader, where one if the passengers starts to flirt with reader not knowing that reader is already married to levi. I wonder what Levi would do?

@ladycheesington <3

Right in front of the Captain

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, jealous Levi, protective Levi, married.

Levi gets pissed off when he sees a passenger getting too close to you when they are boarding the flight, then he gets worse during and at the end. So, Levi comes to your rescue.

@ladycheesington @darkstarlight82 @levisbrat25 @galactict3a @nyxiieluna

@li-anne @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity

@nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

@searriously

Watching you always filled his heart with so much love and joy. The way you moved and held yourself was so intoxicating to Levi. With a heart filled with adoration and deep love, he felt so proud to be married to a wonderful woman like you. You were always so kind and caring to everyone, but sometimes too kind and that started to show.

While Levi watched you for a bit as Erwin got a few things ready and spoke to his wife, Levi noticed a man pestering you, but because you were so nice you humoured this man. "Tch, scum."

Kat, Erwin's wife, joined Levi and looked down the aisle. "Oh, yeah that sort of thing happens all the time to us?"

Levi looked repulsed. "Really?"

"Yeah, guys seem to have it in their head we're all whores." She sighed and fixed Erwin's collar. "Plus, they want to join the mile-high club."

"She's already in it."

Erwin cleared his throat. "Levi."

Kat patted Erwin's chest. "So are we, darling."

He hugged his wife against him. "I'm sure your wife can handle this idiot."

Levi rubbed the back of his neck. "I trust her, but she can be too nice to people. I just don't want her to get hurt."

Erwin looked at his watch. "You'll have to catch up with her on our break. We've got to start moving."

Levi grumbled under his breath and waited until you waved at him and blew him a kiss. He blushed and blew you one back before joining Erwin. Erwin made the announcement because Levi never liked them. After flying smoothly for a while it was break time.

Levi left the cockpit and looked for you to see you were stuck with the man from before. So, Levi leaned against the wall and glared at the man who wouldn't stop talking. As soon as you turned for a moment he saw the guy was eyeing you like meat. Now Levi was pissed off more than before.

You slipped away from the man and hurried over to your husband. "Finally, hi."

Levi pulled you close. "That shitbird bothering you?"

"He's just friendly."

"Bullshit, he keeps fucking you with his eyes."

You pouted. "Are you mad at me?"

He stopped in a private part of the plane. He cupped your face and kissed you. "Darling wife, I could never be mad at you. I love you with everything in my heart and soul. I'm just worried about you. That guy was eyeing you up like meat." He showered your face with kisses. "You are more than that. You're my adorable cute Queen."

You giggled. "Thank you, my handsome King."

He brought you over to a spot to rest. "If he bothers you, you tell me, okay?"

You nodded. "Promise."

The two of you enjoyed lunch together before parting ways once more. It bothered Levi that you weren't coming to visit and bring drinks, it was only Kat. He knew that it had to be because this guy on the plane was being very demanding of you. He was thankful the flight wasn't too long.

When they landed he did his usual routine of standing near the exit. He glared at the man once again flirting and bothering you, but this time you looked uncomfortable. He waved at you and you waved at him with a scared look, you were asking for help now.

Levi strutted down the aisle, that thankfully was almost empty. "Everything okay here?"

The man smirked at Levi. "How do you do it, Captain?"

Levi's brow raised. "Do what?"

"Run this plane with these angels on the plane?" He winked at you. "What a stunning woman."

Levi held your hand and pulled you against him. "She's my wife."

The man stared at Levi. "Oh, so she's married to you."

"You knew she was married?"

He nodded. "Well, she is wearing a ring and she did say she was married, but marriages are easily broken."

Levi moved you behind him. "Listen here, shit stain, she's my wife. Mine. You touch her or go near her and I'll rip your balls off and shove them down your throat." He punched the man in the gut causing him to cough. "Asshole." He turned to you. "Come on, beautiful." He picked you up making you squeak. "You're mine."

You blushed. "I am."

"All mine."

You showered his face with kisses. "I'm Mrs Ackerman. I love you."

He chuckled. "I love you, always."

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Kentucky Derby: Glitter and Horse Races.

A Hazel and Jade fic.

“Daddy! Daddy! Wake up lazy bonesies” Jade bounced on the bed as hard as she possibly could, hardly making it move at all.

Jack groaned, hiding his face with his hands dramatically in an attempt to successfully make Jade giggle.

“Daddy! You gotta get up!” She started pulling on his fingers to lift them off his face.

“It’s early! I’m going back to sleep” he mumbled in his groggy morning voice, turning toward the wall.

Jade used her dad as her personal jungle gym, crawling on him to continue waking him up.

“It’s mommy day! We have to wakey eggs and bakey!” She pulled on his eyelids to open them only making Jack erupt with giggles.

You had been gone for a long couple of days and truthfully it had already started to feel like a lifetime. Jade, Jack, and Hazel were counting down the days, and today you’d finally be flying home, hence “mommy day.”

“Fine! I’m up! I’m up!” He tickled Jade before picking her up and dramatically plopping her down beside him.

“When does mom come home?” Hazel stood in the doorway in her pajamas with her hair a mess. She had only been up for a few minutes but heard all the commotion coming from Jack's room.

“Let me see where she is” Jack smiled before grabbing his phone off the nightstand. He checked your location before sending you a good morning text.

“Good morning handsome! I might be late to Derby, I had to leave here later than expected. Ask Hazel to help you get Jade ready, please. I’ll be there!”

Truthfully you had been handling some family things and lost track of time, being away from your husband and daughters was always a challenge but missing out on Derby weekend just wasn’t going to happen. You’d be slightly late but you would still show up, knowing how much it meant to Jack.

“She’s on her way but she left late so she might have to meet us at the Derby but she’s coming.” Jack smiled as he started to get out of bed.

Hazel nodded, “do you want me to start breakfast?”

“No bug, go shower and I’ll start it” Jack yawned as he headed to the bathroom.

After breakfast, Jack sent you a quick text to let you know he was going to start getting himself and the girls ready. He was already being bombarded with texts from his friends and their derby fits.

Jade was sitting on the bathroom counter as Hazel carefully detangled her hair, adding butterfly hair clips to each side of her little sister's face.

“Are you excited to see the horses?” Jade mumbled as she looked up at her sister who had her tongue sticking out the side of her lips as she focused.

“Yeah! That's my favorite part. I like to bet on them with daddy. Are you excited?” Hazel smiled as she finished her hair and helped her down.

“They are kind of scary” Jade confessed as she took a look at her hair in the mirror she turned to Hazel with a giant smile. “Thanks, sissy!”

“You’re welcome! Go put your outfit on, have daddy help you so you don’t mess up your hair, or wait for me” Hazel quickly went to her room and shut the door so she could get ready, slathering on some purple glitter gel to her eyelids and hoping her dad wouldn’t notice.

Jack was starting to feel your absence shake him. He looked over at both of your derby fits as he stood in the closet, he was putting off getting dressed until the last possible minute hoping you’d be early.

Hazel was first to get dressed she had a black and white dress on with Chanel loafers and a hat. She had begged you and Jack to let her wear a hat this year and was happy when you surprised her with it.

You had luckily made it home earlier than you thought and came chaotically through the front door with all of your bags. Hazel ran to hug you immediately before backing up to show you her outfit.

“Look at me, mom!” She twirled in her dress in the middle of the living room to give you the full effect, trying to hide her glitter-covered eyelids from you.

“You look so beautiful Hazey!” You made sure to give her the attention she needed before both Jack and Jade came out of their rooms.

“Mommy!!” Jade ran over to hug you and you quickly scooped her up and placed her on your hip before Jack met you halfway with a passionate kiss that practically screamed how much he missed you.

“You’re still not dressed?” You looked at him wide-eyed knowing everyone was pressed for time.

“I was waiting for you” he lied knowing you’d see right through it with a giggle.

“Mr. Harlow…” you warned making him blush, “go!”

He saluted you playfully making the girls giggle as they followed you into Jade's room to get her dressed. She was wearing a lilac-colored dress that had floral imprints on it, and identical Chanel shoes to Hazel.

Hazel watched as you got Jade ready, sitting on the bed. “Hazel, go wipe that off please” you hummed earning a sad whimper from your oldest.

“I’m going to fix it for you” you smiled changing her mood completely as she scurried off to the bathroom to take it off.

“Can I wear makeup too?” Jade asked as she was hugging her stuffed giraffe that Jack had won her at the state fair last year.

“Maybe when you’re Hazeys age.”

“Can I wear chapsticks?” Jade rolled her eyes, disappointed at your response.

“Yes, bug! Go ask Daddy for one!” you held back your laughter as Jade excitedly nodded in response and quickly ran to find her dad.

Hazel patiently waited for you in the bathroom, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet.

“You want a glitter eye and some mascara?” You smiled, you and Jack had been preparing for this moment for a long time and both agreed that she would be allowed to wear makeup to the derby this year and maybe something light from now on if she wanted to.

You pulled out your makeup bag and handed her a brand new mascara wand and neutral eyeshadow palette. “I’ll do some glitter eyeshadow for today but this palette and mascara are for regular days, okay?”

“You mean I can use this for school?” Hazel's eyes widened, surprised at the gesture.

“Yeah! Now let me see. Do you want purple or silver glitter today?” You smiled showing her the options.

“Wait, dad is okay with it?” She was still surprised at your gesture and not ready to move on so fast. She pointed at the silver glitter before noticing her dad.

“I’m okay with what?” Jack smiled, as he leaned against the doorway with Jade following close behind him, lathering her lips with one of your chapsticks.

You had known what he was wearing to the Kentucky Derby for about six months, and the two of you finalized all of the custom pieces together, but seeing him dressed up head to toe never failed to give you butterflies. He had essentially taken all of the air out of your lungs, and he knew it too. The subtle smirk that crept upon his face nearly made you forget the young audience that was looking up at you both.

“Makeup” you snapped out of it and smiled, showing him you had already gifted them to Hazel.

“It makes me want to ugly cry that you’re growing up but yes I’m okay with it” Jack laughed, knowing the visual alone was enough to make Hazel giggle.

“Dad! You’re so dramatic!” Hazel giggled and Jade was the complete opposite and was concerned.

“Thats where you get it from” you teased.

“Why would you cry, daddy?” Jade looked up at Jack to see if she could see any tears falling from his eyes.

“Because it’s hard watching you two grow up to be such big girls” Jack smiled as he picked Jade up.

“I’ll be little forever! Don’t worry daddy!”

Jack's eyes began to sting, he was always emotional when it came to the girls. You fanned his face making him stifle a laugh before kissing him on the cheek.

“I’m going to change really quick and then we can go!” You ran off to the bedroom to change into your derby fit. You had chosen to wear a double-breasted Alexander McQueen suit this year that was pistachio green, a color you weren’t immediately sold on until you tried it on.

Jack left the girls to watch TV in the living room, rushing to help you get dressed and clasping your heels on for you.

“You look so good” he studied your features as you stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“What if we send the girls with my mom and we stay here and-“

“Babe!” You turned to him with a giant smile, knowing you’d honestly rather be doing that than going to the derby today.

“Fine! After!” He couldn’t help himself, you looked beautiful and he loved every second of it.

“I’ll put the hat on for pictures” You held it under your arm and walked toward him so you could finally leave.

He laughed knowing the hat was your least favorite part. “Can you wear the hat tonight too?”

“Jackman!”

“Ooooh! Daddy’s in trouble” Jade echoed from the living room making you and Jack share exchanged looks before the four of you started walking out of the door.

“Hurry up family! We got horses to bet on!” Hazel was halfway to the car while the three of you walked behind her.

“Ever since she started wearing makeup she’s been so bossy” Jade mumbled under her breath making you and Jack share share a belly laugh, and a kiss before the Harlow family made their way to Churchill Downs.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow fan fic #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines

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The Great Wave - Chapter 3 Review

‼️ SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER ‼️

Warning(s): extreme use of foul language.

Aurora is not pregnant.

I don’t believe it for a second, that cow is lying through her teeth. I already mentioned in the second chapter review that she just couldn’t be pregnant because there are three major reasons that easily disprove her claim.

First, it’s the amount of time that passed by. It has been a few months since Season 4 and the manga, around four months to be exact. And yet, Aurora’s stomach appears to be completely flat. How is this possible? Shouldn't there be a visible bump by now?

Second, season 3’s artbook already confirmed that Aurora was a manipulative woman and wanted to reflect it with her design (by having her hair covering one of her eyes) so who’s to say she’s telling the truth right now??

Third, @kilfeur pointed out in this post that if she was pregnant, Armand would not have allowed her to fly high up in the cloudy sky to gain knowledge about the Eliatrope goddess' eliaculus. Armand was already worried about Aurora when she went up, and the thought of her flying high while carrying their future child would have made him refuse the idea entirely, as he feared it could put their unborn child in danger.

So yeah, this skank is clearly lying her ass off just to manipulate the sadidas so that they could take her side. She’s so fucking petty omg I cannot deal with her. And her father is even worse my god wipe that ugly ass smile off your face you fatass.

This man clearly wants power that’s outside his kingdom. He just wants more even if it doesn’t belong to him and it painfully shows because he won’t stop making this fart face.

But it’s okay because as soon as Amalia opens her mouth, he immediately stops looking like a dumbass and immediately FROWNS because he knows she’s spitting FACTS.

And this is the only reason why I loved this moment. Amalia literally put him in his place and shut him up.

Amalia on the first panel: “What right do you return after you have shamelessly abandoned us? The osamodas kingdom, the nations of Bonta, Brakmar, Amakna, Astrub…”

Amalia on the second panel: “We asked you to come help us!”

Amalia on the third panel: “BUT NO ONE CAME! It was the future of the world that was at stake, not just the Sadida Kingdom!!!”

LIKE YES GIRL YES FUCKING DESTROY THIS OLD WASTE OF SPACE!!!

She literally dragged him on the fucking floor with all these facts omg I can’t she’s such a queen I love her so much. 💖💖

But then, instead of just taking it all like a good boy, this old bag of furry bones only had one thing to say and it was:

Osamodas blue cow king: “You give honor to your egocentrism, Amalia…”

Bruh what.

What are you talking about, you crusty old bat?

She drops so many facts and events that happened and this guy’s only comeback is “you’re being selfish 🥺😡”. Like what the fuck was even that???

Dude if you’ve got nothing to say, then don’t say anything but don’t just blurt out the first thing that comes out of your mouth??? Like what??

This is the equivalent of a detective who presented all the proofs that you committed the crime and the only thing you have to say is “your mama”.

Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse for this guy, he says:

Osamodas blue cow king: “My soldiers would have beat these creatures just as efficiently as yours.”

Oh yeah, where were they then, you fucking liar??? The worst part about this is that you didn’t even try hiding the fact that you would’ve been ‘ready’ but you’re so dumb you have no idea how brain-dead that makes you sound right now. You’re saying you could’ve sent your men BUT YOU DIDN’T DO SHIT. WHAT’S WORSE IS THAT YOU KNEW THE SADIDAS NEEDED HELP CUZ UR STUPID DAUGHTER FLED TO GO BACK TO YOU.

Also didn’t you once claim that Armand’s army was weaker than yours but then all of a sudden you’re now saying that your army could’ve beat the necromes like theirs did???

(oh oop- Armand don’t kill him yet 😭)

Bitch doesn’t even know what he’s talking about anymore. I doubt he even knows wtf he’s saying half the time.

Are you dumb???? Are you actually suffering from constipation????

You’re implying that you were free to help and that you knew they needed help. YOU’RE INDIRECTLY SAYING THAT YOU KNEW AND DIDN’T HELP DESPITE HAVING THE TIME TO DO SO.

While the old fart is yapping, Yugo’s face is just so 🫤😑 I’ve been staring at this panel for 2 minutes now and I love how fucking out of it he looks while listening to the cow 😭 Actually, I’m not even sure if he’s listening, I think he’s just hearing him from one ear but it all goes out on the other side. He looks like a god who’s about to squash an annoying ass ant lol

He’s literally like “is this bitch fr?”

Like Yugo is 100% confident to say that the osamodas king had no idea what the hell he was talking about when he thought his troops and he would’ve been able to fight off the necromes.

Yugo: “You have absolutely no idea what we saved you from!”

Yugo’s making that face cuz he knows the king has no clue what he’s barking about. (Also can’t Yugo just use his wakfu sensing abilities to check if Aurora is actually carrying another twelvian?? Or is he not able to do that because an unborn child does not have wakfu yet?) Little blue bro doesn’t know what necromes even are cuz Yugo never told him about them so how the hell was he supposed to know if his men would’ve stood a chance???? No seriously is this cow okay? Why is he talking? Is he talking just for the sake of talking?? Is he that self-conscious that he’ll make up lies on the spot just to protect his image??? The cow king doesn’t even know that the necromes had a leader. Yugo and Amalia are dealing with a fucking grown-ass child omg.

Osamodas blond cow: “I left because I made the promise to my dear Armand.”

This is a lie. Armand never heard of any promise. An analysis conducted by @geekgirles even indicated otherwise, supporting that the claim made by Aurora was fake. According to the analysis, Aurora was more inclined towards her family than her new life with Armand, and the claim that he made any promises to her was baseless. If you wish to read the detailed analysis conducted by @geekgirles on this matter, you can find all of it in this post.

I’ll now explain to you, in my own words, why her bullshit is hot donkey ass. Keep in mind that the whole reason why she left was to protect “the child” aka “the future heir”. As I said before, Aurora couldn’t have promised Armand anything because he knew she still held a bit too much on her osamodas family. From what we’ve seen, Aurora had the time to go back to the Osamodas kingdom to check up on them because of the eliaculus in the skies, had sided with her osamodas family during the meeting with the eliatrope goddess, had tried to marry off Amalia to one of her brothers and cousin, deliberately brought some of her relatives to Armand’s coronation to….stand around, and even keeps her father around in the Sadida kingdom when he should either be ruling his own kingdom or go back to his cave. Armand is not a moron. He knows that she constantly brings her own family to a place that doesn’t need them. So when he’s about to sacrifice his life unbeknownst to Amalia, he tells her this:

“The future is yours.”

Armand had passed the torch to Amalia.

It's worth noting that this is a crucial moment because he chooses not to pass the leadership to his own wife, Aurora. This decision is based on the fact that Aurora is heavily influenced by her family and is unable to make independent choices. At the same time, he also chooses not to give it to someone else who is just as important.

And that is the imaginary baby that Aurora is carrying.

Remember that the baby doesn't exist, and that's an important fact to keep in mind. Armand, who still loves Aurora, doesn't trust her enough to give her the leading role, or any role for that matter, especially not one that involves a child they could potentially have together. Instead, he gave the role to his sister. Aurora knows this and is fully aware that her promise to him was never even a thing. In Armand’s mind, it wouldn't have mattered if she ran away because he never intended to give her a part of the kingdom’s responsibilities in the first place, even though her getting away like that would have hurt his heart.

And Aurora is over here saying that her dad will help her lead the sadidas while she’s pregnant, girl sit your ass down no one called for you. Hoe thought she was in the same group as freaking warriors, shut up. You clearly want your father to rule for a much longer time literally wtf.

Osamodas blond cow: “During my pregnancy, my father will help me lead the kingdom…and I also count on him to train the future heir.”

It's concerning that her explanation might make sense to the sadidas. I'm not sure how she managed it, but that skank made it sound like her father would automatically assist her in ruling the Sadida Kingdom (despite them being Osamodas) since she would be pregnant and without aid due to Armand's demise. And after her baby would be born, her father would train him under his guidance to make him become strong and successful. She made it sound like a simple plan with no problems attached to it. She hasn’t even mentioned if the “baby” was an osamodas or a sadida. She only mentioned the gender, that the baby was a male (in French, when she calls the unborn child “the heir” she says it by using male pronouns).

Hey, Aurora what happens when your lie doesn’t work anymore because your stomach will still stay flat after eight months? You’re gonna tell the people that you swallowed the baby or something? That it fell down? What happens when you can’t keep up with your lie anymore?? Huh? Ever thought about that, you dumb bitch?

I have an idea, Amalia: how about you throw Aurora to the other side of the world and then try to get yourself pregnant by using Yugo so that you can also have a better reason to stay? Or better yet, you can tell her to prove her pregnancy because again, HER STOMACH IS FLATTER THAN A WASHBOARD AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS. Make her suffer from her lie and try to make her work hard for it.

You know when a dog lifts his tail and head up while he’s walking away from something cuz it shows just how sassy and confident they are? I see no difference with this crappy blue cow ‘family’ except that it ain’t cute when they do it.

They just ignored everything Amalia and Yugo said, looked the other way from every proof and situation that they were currently in, and only brought out Aurora’s pregnancy as a trashy uno reverse card, then decided to dip out before blurting out that they were gonna wait NEXT TO ARMAND’S FUCKING TREE GRAVE SO AMALIA CAN PREPARE HER STUFF TO LEAVE.

Osamodas blonde cow: “We are going to pray at Armand’s grave tree, while you make your arrangements.”

The fucking nerve to say that.

I don’t give a shit if she’s crying while saying it, this bitch is supposed to be a professional manipulator.

She and her family have no shame whatsoever. They genuinely thought they did something there. The only thing they had as “leverage” against Amalia and Yugo was Aurora’s stupid “pregnancy”. And even if she was actually carrying Armand’s kid (for whatever reason), her reason would still be shit cuz Armand already declared in his final hour that Amalia was going to take his role.

Osamodas blond cow: “Your presence here is no longer desired, sister-in-law. Just do what you’ve always done…Go explore the world!”

Like-

Who are you???

Blond cow had the audacity to exist.

Not only do we know that the royal osamodas family are liars and manipulators, but we also now know that they’re complete dumbasses for even wanting to rule the Sadida kingdom of all kingdoms. The Sadida kingdom is not built like theirs. The Sadida culture and its customs are extremely different and very much the opposite of the Osamodas since these two races are polar opposites. The Sadidas care about plant life while the Osamodas care about wildlife. It would be extremely hard for the osamodas to fully accept a culture that preaches everything that opposes what they preach. Not only that, but the Sadida kingdom is the literal embodiment of nature. If anything tries to hit its source no matter how big or small, then there would be dire consequences to the entire ecosystem of the world. The Tree of Life is such a big deal in fact that Armand even nicknames it “the lungs of this world”.

And to protect it, you not only need to be one with nature, but that also means you need a SADIDA to guard it which is a person that can literally SPEAK FOR THE TREES. Aurora you NEED Amalia, not only because she’s a Sadida, but because she’s also a royal AND has the strongest connection to the tree more than any other sadidas. You’re not just ruling a kingdom, you’re taking care of the world’s core.

And Aurora’s father doesn’t seem to understand that very important detail. When Armand reveals to him that the sadida kingdom keeps getting targeted at all times because it represents the lungs of the world, this fucking dumbass cow thinks that it’s because the sadidas are weak and can’t protect their own home which is why it keeps getting attacked.

Aurora’s father is such an idiot that he doesn’t even understand why the kingdom is so precious when he’s just been TOLD THE ANSWER DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HIS FUCKING FACE.

At this point, even a iop would get it. BECAUSE THE PERCEDAL FAMILY ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT-

This is why imagining an osamodas ruling the Sadida kingdom is a literal death sentence. Because an osamodas, someone who only takes care of beasts, shouldn’t be able to properly take care of the sacred tree that links every single living plant in the world. For fuck sake, Aurora, why do you think they call it “the Tree of LIFE”?????

If the Tree of Life doesn’t have a proper guardian (aka A FUCKING SADIDA), then it dies. And if it dies, that means the ecosystem dies. Aurora, you dumb blond, let me explain it in osamodas language: if every green that you see outside disappears, that means that your stupid animals won’t be able to properly eat, shit, reproduce, drink, breathe, and live. And yes, Aurora that last one also means that they won’t have a surface to walk on, aka death.

You don’t have a brain because you keep listening to your egocentric manipulative fat father every time he opens his mouth and you keep making constipated decisions without thinking about the later outcomes because you think you’re in control of the situation.

The only thing you can do, and I’m being generous here by giving you a “talent”, is to shut the fuck up and sit there looking pretty. You did a good job doing that in Season 4 and I want you to do that again. And while you’re at it, go make me a sandwi-

Not only does Aurora need Amalia, the sadida who has the strongest link to the Tree of Life, but the Osamodas king also needs Yugo. I’m not sure why these blue people didn’t catch the fact that there’s a gigantic ass necrome dragon that’s only been PARALYZED and is currently standing in the fucking Sadida Kingdom’s backyard. The dragon is very easy to spot and the only reason why Yugo still keeps the eliatrope dofus on him at all times is to prepare himself for when the dragon gets out of this state. Because yes, Armand did beat him, but he didn’t kill him. Again, you are not able to kill a necrome. If the royal Osamodas family somehow takes hold of the Sadida kingdom, how the fuck are they gonna beat a fucking dragon, one of the most powerful fucking entities of this world who also had been necrofied to NEVER FUCKING DIE??? The osamodas cow king never saw a necrome, never beat a necrome, doesn’t know how it became a necrome, and doesn’t know where it comes from. Since he doesn’t know shit about the necromes, how is he gonna be able to fight a fucking necrome DRAGON?????

Sweeties, do you get it now?

Staying in the Sadida kingdom isn’t for power-hungry clowns. Staying in the Sadida kingdom means that you’ve gambled with your life more than once and you know the taste of adventure and combat. Staying there means knowing that your life can be taken away from you by either the enemies who try to take the literal lungs of the world, or the paralyzed undead dragon who can wake up at any time if he simply wanted to.

You bozos NEED Yugo and Amalia to the point where you can’t even be the ones to stay there, let alone own the place. You can’t stay there because there is so much to keep guard of, to be aware of, and to be ready for. The sadidas have practiced this dance for centuries now and they’ll keep doing it even harder because of an additional menace that is living on their grounds, the dragon being that very threat. Now, not only do the sadidas have to be vigilant of the outside, but they also have to be vigilant of the inside.

So yeah, the royal osamodas are a goofy ass family and I hate the circus.

(i love how the French commentaries on Allskreen and the Krosmoz app are clowning this family lol everyone understood the assignment)

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januaryembrs · 3 days

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WORTH THE WAIT | Poe Dameron x Reader

Request: my sweet @happyhauntt says: and to counteract the fact that my last request was sad as fuck, here's a happy one!!! a wee fic based on the song 'i guess i'm in love' by clinton kane, and this one feels like it should be for poe or steven!! enjoy!!

Description: Poe tries to help reader overcome her fear of flying by giving her something good to remember

length: 2.1k

warnings: mention of puke (none just feeling of nausea) mention of fear of heights?

authors note: yes I did listen to Romantic Flight from HTTYD when I wrote this and yes this did heal the part of me that always wanted to be flown through the clouds like this. also sorry this is so late things have been HECTIC

Poe really hoped she liked his surprise.

There were very few things that he knew he was good at besides flying; knowing exactly how to tell her just how deeply he felt for her even after all this time being one of them. He knew he stumbled over flirtatious lines, not at all like the bachelor he once was, that his chest still pounded at the thought of her just the same as it did when he was soaring through the stratosphere, his stomach flipping when they kissed as if he’d done four barrel rolls on an X-Wing.

He knew he was in uncharted waters being so far in a committed relationship, that his usual rendezvous' had lasted little more than a few weeks at most, but that was entirely in the past. No one had even come close since the day he met her.

She had been his mission once. Captured on a First Order ship, Leia had ordered him and his squadron to go rescue her, had said she was some lord’s daughter of a dying planet wanted by Ren for information about her father. He had heard the stories of how his resistance leader had come to be kidnapped from Alderaan when she was young, and figuring she was just screamingly empathetic for the girl, he had done exactly as he had been told.

He’d had no clue that his mission would become his entire life within a few short months.

“I feel like this is a little unfair,” She teased, his hands over her eyes as he led her out to the hangar, the lone sun on their planet lowering behind the horizon, “You make me wait all day for my present, and I can’t even see it,”

“Have a little patience, Princess,” Poe said, his lips drawing into a small smile as he felt her huff beneath his palms, “I know you’re used to getting what you want in your palace, but you’re in my town now, baby,”

She chuckled, shaking her head as he directed her down the stairs. He wasn’t entirely lying. After she’d been rescued from Ren’s grasp, her planet had quickly declared its allegiance to the resistance and she had been appointed as one of Leia’s advisors. Whether it was her quick wit, or the love she seemed to drench every single person with, no matter who they were or where they had come from, Poe wasn’t exactly sure what it was that made her such a good leader, other than the fact she was so entirely herself it was hard not to favour her; a rare quality of politicians he'd often teased her.

She gave a sniff through her nose, trying to give herself some kind of hint as to what her gift was. “Smells like… oil? Did BB-8 leak again?”

“Just wait, one more step in front of you,” Poe replied, his eyes trained carefully on her high heeled steps over the concrete. His stomach somersaulted as he wondered for the last time if this was a good idea, but he couldn't very well lead her all the way back out of there empty handed. Reminding himself it was her, and she would never spit anything kind back in his face, he released her face gently, “tada!”

He watched her shoulders tense under the jacket he’d given her because he worried she’d be cold in the night air, and he could tell her mind was racing a million miles a second trying to make sense of what it was he was showing her.

His T-70 starfighter. The only thing, he often joked, that could ever rival her for the title of his beloved.

“Poe…” Her voice trailed off, unsure but not wanting to seem rude, “Poe, I can’t-”

“Baby, hear me out,” He cut in, knowing she was never going to be jumping for joy before he could explain, “I promise you, nothing bad will happen while I’m there,”

“Poe,” She said hesitantly, as he came around the front of her to see her worried expression that made him cradle her face with his warm hands almost immediately.

“They don’t call me the best pilot in the galaxy for nothing,” He smiled at her cheekily, and he was relieved to see her crack a grin then, though the fright lingered in her eyes that rolled at him.

He’d known since the day he’d rescued her that she had a fear of flying; when he’d had to sit her on his lap in that very same cockpit so they could escape the base together, when she’d screamed bloody murder and held his hands so tight he worried he might lose circulation.

Not the best of first introductions, and not quite how he’d imagined his two greatest loves meeting. Which was why he wanted to change her experience of the whole thing.

She gave him a tentative glance, and he fretted for a moment that it had all been a mistake; that his kind act coming from a good place had been one giant heap of selfish bantha fodder that he felt stupid for even suggesting it. But then she took a deep breath, her hands coming up over his own on her cheeks and squeezing them gently.

“Certainly don’t call you the most humble pilot in the galaxy, Dameron,” She said with a tease, moving past him to head for the jet, “Alright, help me up. My carriage awaits,”

He beamed so hard he thought his cheeks might explode, rushing past her to lift himself up onto the right arm the way he had done so many, many times before.

“My lady,” He stretched out his hand, all but yanking her up most of the way to where he kneeled, and he was glad he’d told her to wear her cargos and not the pretty dress she’d showed him.

Pulling herself up to a sit, she looked unsurely at the metalwork beneath them, “You’re sure it can hold two?”

“It did before, didn't it?” He countered back, hoisting himself into the cockpit that felt like a second home to him, his body sliding into his seat like a hand into a glove. He parted his thighs, granting her a space of her own, and patted the leather chair, “Actually, don't think about that. Hop in,”

She paused, uncertainty written across her face that cracked when she saw the hopeful gleam in his eyes, brown hues that had always seemed to watch her with pure adoration. She had always struggled to say no to him, especially when he looked like that.

Slipping between his legs, she hated to admit that she found herself rather comfy enveloped between his body and the dash.

“You sure we’re safe?” She asked once more, and his arms slid around her to grab the wheel in his right hand, the left pulling her back against his warm body that made her relax just that little bit. He kissed the side of her head, resting his temple against hers for a second.

“You know I would never put you in harms way, sweetheart,” He said, all trace of jovial teasing gone as he kissed next to her ear and pushed the button to lock the glass canopy over their heads. It slowly lowered down, hissing into a click as it shut, and he felt her shuffle in closer to his chest, “There’s something up there I really, really want to show you. Okay?”

She looked up at him over her shoulder, his eyes twinkling with excitement at seeing her in his seat, his co-pilot for the evening.

How could she ever resist?

“Okay,” She nodded, tugging his arms over her shoulders like a seat belt as if strapping herself in for the ride, “Okay, I’m ready,”

He chuckled, praying to the maker one last time that this would work, and switching the ignition up to a low rumble.

The jet rolled forward slowly, and he wheeled it around to a clearing in runway that made her think he’d told everyone to take the evening off just so they could have their solo flight.

“Okay, baby, I’m going to have to go fast at this bit, so you might want to hold on tight,” He warned her, and he felt her grab onto his thighs with tight fists, “That’s it, I got you, you’re safe,”

Not giving her much time to overthink what was coming, he floored the gas, flicking a few of the levers above their heads. She sucked in a breath, her knuckles almost turning white with grip, “Poe,”

“I promise you’re safe, baby,” He reassured, forcing the throttle down and they jumped forward as the engines kicked in. He would have been in the air by now if it had just been him, would probably already be doing a loop-de-loop, but he didn’t want to terrify her before they had even really started.

She squealed, a muffled version of what he knew she was probably holding back as they started lifting off the ground, and he sped up even more, the g-force throwing her back against him, and he flicked pressed the switch on the dash to start retracting the wheels into the underbelly.

“Poe, I’m scared,”

“You got it, I got you,” He removed one of his hands off the wheel and looped it around her waist to keep her secure, “You’re doing so well, baby,”

It was then she made the mistake of taking a peak outside, seeing their base quickly becoming little more than a speck beneath them as they sped off upwards into the atmosphere, “Oh my stars, we’re so high,”

He chuckled, kissing her hairline tenderly, “That’s a good thing, means we’re not in danger of crashing into trees or mountains or-”

“Poe!” She slapped his thigh, scrunching her eyes shut, “I can’t look, I’m going to puke,”

His resolve wavered for a minute, and he made the impromptu decision to yank the steering wheel down, forcing them to take a quick turn up even higher into the air, to which she tucked her head towards his jaw so she didn’t have to watch.

He wondered if he was going to regret such a bold move, he felt her whimper against his skin and Poe cursed the whole concept of ‘Go big or go home’ that he had been going for.

Until-

They burst through the clouds, the dusk air that had been growing dark under the smog disappearing as they cut in a straight line up, further and further until the cottony slew of powder white clouds blanketed beneath them, the way they had for him so many times before. The sun was still out this far up in the aerospace, syrupy orange, and almost pink as it met the pillowed floor, like they had flown right into a meadow of blankets and warmth.

“Poe, I tried to be brave, really I did, for you, but my nerves are shot-”

“Baby, look,” He cut her off, engaging the auto-pilot and moving his warm hands down her arms softly to hold her fingers in his own. The X-Wing evened out, the force barely feeling like a pull at their bodies anymore and more like a lingering jitter in their skin that could so easily be passed off as the engine.

“I can’t, I feel sick-” She protested, pushing her nose into his neck, and he felt her hands shaking with nerves that he gently stroked away. He chuckled, the sound reverberating over the apples of her cheeks.

“Just trust me, look,” Poe said, and she took a deep breath, as if holding back another complaint, peeling herself away from him just the smallest amount to glimpse outside the star-fighter.

Her eyes widened, sitting upright almost immediately as she saw the technicolor that had been a dull beige before, the world she’d known for over two years entirely gone, buried beneath the silkened clouds. Her mouth hung open, eyes darting over the teracotta hues, down to the valley of puffy clouds beneath that didn’t seem nearly as threatening as she’d imagined.

She was silent for a moment, and Poe had feeling that was atleast a good thing, but he was known to second guess himself when it came down to her.

Watching her expression with a besotted gaze, the sun’s heat glowing her cheeks with a honey kiss, he ran his fingertips over her palms, “Do you like it?”

“Poe, it’s-” She swallowed, not once ripping her eyes away from the oil painting infront of her, “You get to see this every day?”

He laughed, dipping his nose in her neck and leaving a loving kiss there, “Pretty much, yeah. I told you, it’s a whole other world up here,”

“How do you ever come down, I mean it’s, it’s,” She stammered, shuffling on the edge of the seat to take it all in even more, “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen,”

“I have my reasons that are pretty compelling actually,” He smiled, eyes washing over her face, trying to commit that expression to memory because there were very few times they were allowed to have something good in the middle of a war. But this was it. She was it. His little bit of goodness that had been so worth the wait, “Happy Anniversary, honey,”

#poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fanfiction #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanart #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac imagine #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar issac fic

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GUYS okay hear me out majoras mask boat boys au

I love legend of zelda I love boat boys this is like the ultimate combination of my interests you cannot understand the brainrot. Idk what to call it yet tho... majoras minecraft? Anyway prepare for an essay

OKAY so we have the Hero of Time, Etho, who stopped ganons plans before they started, and would be stuck in a child's body if not for the fact I think that'd be a lil weird for the more shippy aspects of this au that all the running through time aged his soul and his body followed suit (he's still got a young appearance, and the mask doesn't make him look older like he thinks). Same reason he has the scar over his eye (from the ganon fight); no matter how much the body may heal or rewind the mind will not forget.

Then navi (maybe bdubs?) left him, and he went with epona (maybe bdubs instead? (eponas a horse iydk)) and he sets out on a journey aka the beginning of mm:

Wandering through the woods on epona, gets jumped by skull kid. For those unaware, there is skull kid, a lonely lil sweetheart, and he wears the mask, an entity on its own. He also has two fairies, siblings tael and tatl.

So I was a little unsure about this for a while, but I think I've decided on grian for the skull kid and Jimmy for tael, grian bc watchers and Jimmy bc skull kid is not very nice to tael (bc of the mask) and like a listeners reference or smth blah blah blah

TATL. that's who's interesting. At the beginning she gets separated from her friends and becomes your companion. So naturally for this au she is our favourite joel smallishbeans. It works so well. Tatl is mean but cares, and that's joels dynamic with the bad boys and with etho, guys it's literally perfect idc what you say

I think it doesn't change much throughout like the story of the game, but just taking dialogue tatl says to link and its so perfect for a sassy joel to a "can't believe I'm dealing with this shit again" etho. Uh one thing different though; in hylian form etho doesn't have an ocarina but instead a mini marimba. Just because. I think it's cool, and for potential things later on.

Now, fairies in this au are just tiny glowing people shaped things with wings. The glow around them is their magic, and depending on emotions/energy the brightness changes (thats why they look like flying balls of light). Some fairies have the ability to make projections of themselves, more hylian sized in nature. This can be intimidation or distraction or w/e, but they cant do it for long periods of time bc its exhausting. These forms aren't physical. Just sized up light projections of their actual bodies.

So for a lot of their journey, joel is just a cute pocket sized ball of rage and sarcasm, who helps with ethos aim for fighting. Bc that's a game mechanic and also ethos like half blind. But like when joel calms down imagine him crawling into ethos hat and just dozing off. He can fit in the palm of your hand like guys it's so cute. But he is also capable of being worse than a mozzie

Oh probably a good point to put in what I imagine etho looks like. So it's typical link green (maybe a bit dampened?), weird pointy hat, short hair (white ofc), his shirt is more of a jacket with a fluffy cold weather collar, it's a bit too big for him but he knows he'll grow into it, he's all knobbly and thin (underfed a lil, boy was never taught how to care for himself beyond basic survival). His injured eye is red bc of ganon, and often gives him phantom pains. It can't be healed.

Anyway, at some point in their journey together, etho and joel learn a song that let's fairies have a larger physical form, no wings, sorta like the great fairies (who they learnt it from prolly). It isn't permanent, slowly draining ethos magic meter, the spell ends when you run out of magic. This is because I want them to actually be able to stand side by side or maybe hug, and also bc its hard to block a blow with your body when ur tennis ball sized.

Aaaaand, this ties back in with with marimba. What if ethos injured, or unconscious, and he obviously can't defend himself, so joel panics and plays the marimba in what he hopes is the right order to give himself a body. I imagine that being that small, you could not play an ocarina. And hey maybe joel carries etho away after that, and when the spell ends he has barely any light emitting from himself because he spent nearly all his magic (what he is made of) saving etho.

But this song isn't used much, because of its draining nature, and you can't really do any other magic things while it's going. So it's mostly just in the final fight (over and over) or tough moments or maybe joel wants to experience something like hoe hylians do. It's obviously inferior to how he experiences things as a fairy, of course, he's just curious thats all. He totally doesn't want etho to do it more.

Okay I think ill sorta stop here, I am NOT done, I will probably post some art I've done for this later lol, and I want help with who everyone else is (mumbo is the moon. You cannot stop me nor change my mind) with mcyts to npcs

#oh it feels so good to get this out of my system i have been sitting on this for MONTHS #apologies of it isnt SUPER coherent i never said i was eloquent and i was really just word vomitting my ideas onto the screen #if anyone had any questions or stuff to add i would cry /positive #yeah like yall are so good if you want to take your own spin on this or anything i would love to know so bad #i need to like scream from the rooftops #majoras minecraft au #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #grian #ethoslab #etho #majoras mask #boat boys #smalletho #majoras mask au #trafficblr #moss' madness #i think thats all the tags...?

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You've Got the Love to See Me Through - 7x06 coda

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Summary: Tommy's pov of 7x06...or just let this man get some rest.

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“Go home, Kinard. Get some sleep. Remember, you’re on standby tonight.”

Sleep. Right. Tommy was definitely not going home to get sleep despite how much he might want to. He could have called Evan and made his excuses, but Evan had already texted him twice that week to make sure he was coming to Chimney’s Bachelor party, so Tommy really couldn’t miss it. Not even because his shift had wound up running something like four hours long or because he was on standby. It was part of the job, he’d had longer nights they just usually ended with him passed out on his bed, not driving to a karaoke lounge. Considering it was the night before the wedding, Tommy figured things weren’t going to get out of hand or go too long and he’d get to his bed eventually.

He headed into the building and had to walk down a long hall until he finally made it to the room Evan had reserved. He saw Eddie first, giving him a high five. Then his eyes landed on Evan. He looked good and seeing Evan took away some of his exhaustion, especially when they hugged and he could smell his cologne.

Tommy was glad, when he could sit down and get something that resembled rest. He would have preferred it if Evan sat down too, instead they all got to watch him as he paced and glared at anyone that dared to try to go near the sliders. He’d lost count of the number of times that Evan had already tried to call Chimney and kept himself entertained watching Eddie play bartender, when he wasn’t watching Evan.

Time had ceased to have much meaning for Tommy some three hours back, so he had no idea how much had passed when Hen stood up, her wife following suit. And others started to follow their lead despite how much Evan tried to keep them.

Of course, that’s when he got the call to go in. So much for getting any sleep.

He could see the disappointment on Evan’s face, and Tommy wished it was different. He wished he could stay behind and maybe convince Evan that they could still have fun, but he was on standby and he wouldn’t be called in without reason.

“Be safe,” Evan said.

Tommy held onto that. He felt a little odd, too, because though he’d known it would be different to date a fellow first responder, he still hadn’t really understood, because as disappointed as Evan was at his departure, he also got it.

He caught up to Hen and Karen, making their way to the exit.

“You’re leaving too?” Hen asked.

“Got called in,” Tommy said.

“Does that mean you’ll miss the wedding?” Karen asked.

“I’ll try not to. So, Chim really didn’t want this party?”

Even without looking at her, Tommy could tell that Hen was rolling her eyes. “Buck wore him down. Or, maybe Chimney got tired of saying no and never intended on coming.”

Karen made a noise of agreement. “He’s probably enjoying his hotel room. I don’t blame him.”

Tommy said his goodbyes and got to his car. In an effort to keep himself awake, he drove to a starbucks on the way to Harbor and downed most of the drink before he arrived.

Lucy was getting out of her car as he parked and she waited for him.

“Hey. They called you in too?” She called out to him.

“Sure did,” Tommy said, and tried to fight a yawn.

He was in the air within fifteen minutes, flying out solo to drop retardant over the fire. When he landed, he had to wait for the chopper to be filled up again which meant his priority was getting to the coffee maker for more caffeine. He pulled his phone out and took it off airplane mode as he went and watched as several texts landed in his inbox.

Evan: No Chim. How’s work? Stay safe.

Evan: Partying with people. Still no Chim. 😔

Evan: SHOTS!!

Evan: Eddi says we gotts toooo song 👨🏻‍🎤🎤

Another text came through as he was fixing his coffee.

Eddie: yo misssss all tge fun adinkamsc

Tommy couldn’t help but snort. Oh, they were both going to regret their night.

He had just enough time to drink his coffee before he was back out in the sky. When he got back to the station, he ran into Lucy.

“We’re gonna fly out there and help from the ground,” she informed him. “The retardant is helping, but they need more bodies. There’s been a few injuries. This thing is huge.”

Their captain confirmed as Tommy made it inside.

He checked his phone on the way to the locker room.

Evan: wHet lik boo y

Evan: takhujns par tee to cim 🥳

Eddie: UBEr!1!!!1

Evan: No 🔑 🧑🏻‍🚒🧑🏻‍🚒

Tommy was far too tired and busy to actually decipher what Evan could mean.

It was rare for him to have to use his turnout gear. He was a pilot, his skills were best used in the sky, but sometimes it was about going where they were needed. He carried the gear out rather than putting it on. Lucy joined him and Tommy flew them back out, this time dropping the water that had been loaded on. Lucy did the work of reporting what they saw from the air and it didn’t look great. The sky was tinted orange and gray and it could have looked beautiful if it wasn’t so destructive. They were directed to reload more water to drop and that was how it went for a while.

Tommy had no idea what time it was when they were told to just bring down the chopper and join on the ground. It was night, but that was hard to tell with the orange and yellow flames and the clouds of smoke that flew into the air. They landed pretty far from the fire itself, and would have to walk past all the trucks and cars. They put on their gear, Tommy taking his flight suit off to replace it with the heavy pants and coat, and then they were on their way.

“You look beat, Kinard,” Lucy said.

“I already worked OT on my last shift. Now this.”

“Ouch,” she said.

“And I’m supposed to be going to a wedding tomorrow.”

She winced. “That’s tomorrow? I don’t think you’re gonna make it.”

He just laughed. He’d sort of given up on that prospect. The suit he’d left hanging off his closet door would just need to be put back in the back of his closet unless he got out of there in time to join everyone at the reception. Sometimes the job just wasn’t fair, but the closest to having the day off that Tommy had managed was staying on standby. It was also why he’d taken the shift he’d just got off of.

“I know you were looking forward to it, Tommy,” Lucy said, patting his shoulder.

Tommy shrugged. There would be other dates with Evan, but this had felt special. Not just how Evan had wanted to include him in something so important, but because it was Evan showing everyone who he really was.

“One good thing is he’ll understand why you aren’t making it,” Lucy added.

That just reminded Tommy of the disappointed look on Evan’s face when he left the karaoke lounge.

They got their orders from the battalion chief and Tommy found himself falling into the rhythm. Anytime he had to get down on the ground, it reminded Tommy why he loved the sky, not that he really minded the change in pace. He did gain his second wind as he worked which helped keep him going.

Tommy didn’t get a chance to check his phone again until he was on a break. Grabbing a protein bar to snack on and drinking water for his very parched and dry throat.

He had a voicemail from Eddie as well as a few missed calls and several texts.

Evan: 🛏️ 🤵🏻‍♂️

Evan: 🚁

Eddie: 🍾🍾bavcnjklo’s!!

Evan: i mus u…com e bcksjm pldne

Eddie: yo boyfrienddd owens 👚

Tommy just smiled. He was going to have so much fun when he saw Evan again. He didn’t bother with the voicemail, because he had to save something to amuse himself with later and then returned to the job.

As the night wore on, he was sent back to Harbor to fuel up, and fill up with retardant. It was apparently the type of fire that just kept fueling itself up. They were doing some work fighting it and keeping it from spreading, but he could tell it would still be hours before they were close to getting it put out.

The next time he checked his phone there wasn’t anything new and he hoped that meant that Evan had gone to bed. At least one of them was getting some sleep.

A few hours later found him clutching at the tiny paper cup of coffee he’d been handed by a stressed looking boy. It wasn’t gonna do much, but anything to stay attentive. He pulled his phone out and it was getting really close to wedding time. He might be lucky if he made it to the reception.

Evan: Chim is missing

Evan: Sorry for all the drunken texts.

Evan: Last night was insane. We thought Chim was sleeping…he wasn’t here all night.

Evan: He wouldn’t leave Maddie at the altar. Something has to be wrong.

Evan: Found Chim’s phone

Evan: No Chim

Evan: Maddie is going to dispatch to look for him. Sending people home from wedding. Guess you won’t be missing it after all. Be safe out there. I’ll keep updating.

Tommy suddenly wondered why none of them had actually bothered to check in on Chim the night before. How long had he been missing?

“Hey, what’s up?” Lucy asked.

“Looks like Chim is missing,” Tommy said.

A text came through just then.

Evan: He got on a bus going downtown.

“They find him?”

“Not yet,” Tommy said.

“Keep me updated, alright?”

Due to his lack of rest, Tommy was kept working on the ground. The fire just didn’t seem to want to die down. He’d lost count of how many companies had been brought out. After his second wind, he did gain a third, and it kept him going. When he could, he checked his phone, looking for the good news that Chim had been found safe and sound.

Evan: Pretty sure Chim has viral encephalitis

Evan: Out on the street looking for him. He helped triage a bunch of people. We think he doesn’t remember what year it is.

Evan: He went to the Lees. They’re taking him to the hospital.

Evan: Drs pretty confident he’ll be fine.

He felt relieved and yet he also knew that Evan was probably hung over, worried, and dealing with his sister’s emotions and worries as well. He wished, more than anything, to be there for him and give Evan a shoulder to lean on.

On his next break, while he tried to stomach a granola bar, he got a good look at his phone again. The fire was more than 80% contained. A lot of the companies already making to depart.

Evan: He’s awake and he wants to get married anyway. Have to do it before visiting hours are over. Ceremony starts in like an hour.

He’d attached a location pin.

“Hey, did they find him?”

Tommy looked up. “Yeah. They’re having the wedding at the hospital.”

Lucy made a face. “Seriously? I guess that’s fitting for them.”

“Is Kinard texting his boyfriend again?” someone else asked.

Tommy turned and found James, who wiggled his eyebrows. Lucy laughed.

“Yes, actually. He’s sad he’s not gonna make it to the wedding.”

“Oh, shit, that’s today?”

“Yeah…but, you know, fire. And now it’s happening at the hospital, so…”

So he wasn’t going to make it there and Evan would probably make that pouty disappointed face and Tommy was the one that had put it there. Not on purpose, and maybe Evan would understand, but he would still be responsible for it.

“So he’s gonna be moody all the way back to Harbor,” Lucy said.

They were given the okay to go when they got back from their break and Tommy couldn’t have been happier. He still wouldn’t make it. He and Lucy were gonna have to catch ride back to Harbor and then even if he didn’t stop to get changed, he’d still have to drive to the hospital.

Lucy solved the problem for him, getting him a lift on the ambulance taking a couple of firefighters with minor burn injuries. He didn’t care that he was a mess and that he still had all his gear on.

Tommy: Heading over to hospital. Not sure I’ll make the ceremony, but I’m coming.

Evan texted when they were around the corner from the hospital.

Evan: They just got married.

Evan: Tell me when you get here.

Tommy: Emergency entrance in a few minutes.

Evan: I’m coming.

“Go get your boy,” the firefighter with a nasty burn down his left arm said when the ambulance parked.

The paramedic and the firefighter both made kissy noises at him. It was the result of a long night, they were all tired and loopy. Tommy didn’t even bother to respond. The driver just grinned at him when Tommy threw him a thank you.

Tommy felt weary down to his bones. He was sore and a headache was brewing right behind his eyes. The time he’d been sitting for the drive had only tired him out more. He walked quickly, regardless, past the doors that slid open and then he saw him. Evan was in a soft looking blue hoodie.

“Sorry I’m late. That fire was a beast,” Tommy began, ready to offer more explanations.

Evan didn’t look upset.

“So are you,” Evan said which Tommy didn’t even understand.

The next thing Tommy knew was Evan’s hand on his shoulder, climbing to his neck and his lips pressing insistently on his. Tommy fell into it, he kissed back, unable to keep a moan from getting buried between their lips as he pulled Evan closer by the waist, losing himself entirely to Evan and not quite believing that this had been his welcome. The first kiss, the one that Tommy had replayed in his mind too many times to count, it had been soft and sweet and lovely, but this was…it was mind-melting. It was wet and messy and hot…so so hot.

It was only when the doors opened behind them again, that they both realized where they were. The blush on Evan’s face was partially hidden by the soot that had got on him and Tommy cracked up into a laugh.

“What?” Evan asked, smiling still.

“You’re covered in soot.”

Evan touched his face and brought his fingers down, rubbing them together. “I’m used to it,” he said and then, narrowed his eyes on Tommy. “Wait, why are you covered in soot?”

“Wound up helping on the ground.”

He was glad that Evan didn’t question it or ask for an explanation like someone else might. Tommy was exhausted and he was feeling it more and more, but he let Evan lead him further into the hospital.

“You’re not gonna clean up first?” he asked, conscious of what it would look like.

Evan just shot him a grin. If anything, it made the soot even more obvious. “Nah. There’s cake. Come on.”

Tommy was too tired to do anything to stop Evan. Then again it was his face even if it was Tommy’s soot.

Chimney’s room was full of people. Too many for him to take in at once, so he focused on the newly weds. Chimney was propped up in the hospital bed with his new wife. Their very adorable daughter — Evan’s niece — at the foot of the bed.

Evan cleared his throat. “Hey,” he said, “look who almost made it.”

“Congratulations you two,” Tommy said. “I’m sorry I missed the ceremony.”

He could see it on Chimney’s face, the toll of the day and yet the happiness that managed to still shine through. He did look between him and Buck a few times. Tommy caught Eddie’s gaze too and saw that Eddie was fighting to hold in laughter probably at some attempt at being supportive. Evan was never going to live this down.

“Looks like you were…busy,” Chim said.

“Cake?” Evan asked. He was simply amazing.

Tommy was by his own admonition, confident. He hadn’t always been, and there were still certainly things that made him unsure and nervous. When he first realized that Evan was completely new to liking men, he’d assumed that it would take time for Evan to come to terms with it and to come out and to be ready for acting on it. He’d wanted to fully remove himself from the equation so that Evan wasn’t pressured into more than he was ready for. Maybe Evan just processed things at a speed Tommy wasn’t used to, or he was actually far more prepared than Tommy had expected.

Evan brought two plates with cake over and their fingers brushed as Tommy grabbed his. He saw Hen and Karen looking at them and Hen gave him a nod that looked more proud than anything else. Another couple was staring, they were older and if Tommy hadn’t been so tired, he would have noticed the resemblance and put it together at once. It took him until he saw them interacting with Evan’s niece. Her grandparents — Evan’s parents.

He focused on eating cake, too tired for anything else. It was sweet and far tastier than anything he’d had to eat all day. Evan kept close to his side, only leaving for a few minutes to speak to Christopher before he was back, taking his empty plate and getting rid of it before returning, this time stepping even closer to him.

Tommy was aware that he was covered in soot and ash and sweat and that he probably smelled like smoke and burning trees. As much as he wanted a shower, he wanted a bed more.

“We can leave after pictures,” Evan whispered to him as Karen started taking pictures of Maddie and Chim.

Tommy leaned his shoulder on the doorway watching the different combinations. It didn’t take very long and then he saw Evan hugging his sister and then Chim before heading his way. He didn’t go to his parents, but he saw him share a smile with Hen and Bobby gave his shoulder a squeeze. It was clear who Evan’s family was.

“Thank you for coming, Tommy,” Maddie said, loud enough for him to hear it at the door.

Tommy gave her a nod and he waved at the room as he walked out with Evan. Tommy didn’t know if he was the one to reach out or if it was Evan, but at some point, Evan’s hand found its way into his.

“Did you drive here?” Evan asked.

“Caught a ride on an ambulance.”

“Okay. Good. So we won’t have to come back and get your car.”

Evan got him to his car and Tommy was surprised when Evan actually opened the passenger door for him and then closed it after Tommy got in before rounding the car and getting in.

“Your place?” Evan asked.

“Please.”

Evan chuckled. “I’m going to need your address.”

Tommy just pulled out his phone and opened google maps and hit home before handing his phone over. He put his seatbelt on and then leaned against the door, trying to fight off the sleep that threatened to take him.

“Rest,” he heard Evan say and then felt the touch of a hand in his hair and cheek.

When the car started moving, he sighed and let his eyes close fully. The next thing Tommy knew, he felt hands cupping his chin and thumbs brushing his cheeks.

“Tommy. Tommy. We’re here, Tommy.”

He blinked awake and felt all of it hit him again. The headache that was starting earlier was full blown. He was sore and tired and his eyes literally stung, too dry and eyelids too heavy to keep open. It took everything in him to get out of the car and he stumbled once his feet hit the ground.

“Seriously, how long have you gone without sleep?”

Tommy heard the question, but he didn’t process it.

“That long,” Evan said and there was something unreadable on his face. “Keys?” Evan asked.

Back at Harbor, he realized and groaned until he remembered the flower pot. After two instances of having to break into his own house and having to replace a lock in the one instance and a door in the other, Tommy had figured out he needed a hidden spare key. He had a fake rock in the flower pot. He pointed it out to Evan who dealt with taking it out without damaging the flowers and then opening the door.

For some reason, he didn’t know why he’d expected Evan to just leave him there once he’d made it inside. He wasn’t exactly fit to be company, not when all he really needed was to crawl into bed, the ash and soot and sweat to be dealt with when he woke.

Evan walked inside with him, though, and stopped him when he tried to walk further in.

“First you’re getting all this gear off,” Evan said.

Tommy grunted. He tried to fight his jacket off, but it didn’t want to budge. Evan’s hands were deft as they helped to pull the whole thing off, dropping it right in the entryway. Tommy fumbled with the pants, but Evan pulled each suspender off his shoulders, his hands soft and careful and then the pants were pooling at his feet. Evan knelt and helped with his shoes and then his pants. He was down to just his base layer and Tommy could have just crawled into bed just like that. Evan had other ideas.

Tommy found himself in his bathroom. Evan seemed to have no problems undressing him and Tommy was too tired, even when he was down to just underwear. All of it was a bit of a blur, but later he would remember how nice it felt to have someone else wash his hair, or how he’d had more than cold tile to lean on while soap washed away everything.

He remembered the feel of a towel on his skin and the light touch of a hand on his bare back and then how it felt to get into his bed, the sheets clean and nice and cool. He remembered a kiss on his forehead and a hand that he grabbed onto and a warm body that contrasted nicely to the cool sheets.

Tommy woke up slowly, aware that he was in his bed, but that he wasn’t alone and that there was too much light coming from the windows where the shades hadn’t been drawn. His mind supplied very little in explanation for why he would have forgotten his shades and even less about why he wasn’t alone. His eyelids were too heavy to open, and he felt stiff and more than a little sore.

“Sleep,” Evan said. “It’s early, still.”

Evan. Evan was in his bed. His back to Tommy’s front, and his hand on the arm Tommy had around him, fingers gently running over his forearm to his hand.

He drifted, not fully asleep, but certainly not awake. Fell back asleep.

A while later, he woke alone. He’d been on his side, but he dropped onto his back, blinking at the ceiling. It felt like a dream. A kiss at the entrance to a hospital and Chim getting married in a hospital room. Evan in his shower.

Wait…Evan in his shower?

The hospital?

He heard footsteps and as he started to sit up, Evan walked in. He brought a bottle of water and a plate with toast and eggs and potatoes. Tommy’s stomach growled. Evan chuckled and wait, was Evan wearing one of his shirts?

“Hungry?” Evan asked. “You slept for almost ten hours.”

He’d probably needed it. Didn’t keep him from being quite a bit groggy. Tommy watched Evan as he set the plate down on Tommy’s bedside table. He handed him the water, though, and Tommy hadn’t realized how thirsty he was.

As he was drinking, one thing came to him.

“Evan, did you kiss me in the middle of a hospital?”

Evan’s face went pink. “It wasn’t the middle. More like by the entrance.”

“Oh.”

“Eat up,” Evan said. “It’s gonna get cold.”

Tommy took the plate when Evan handed it to him. His first bite of toast made him groan. When he wiped crumbs off his chin, he stopped. Chin. Soot.

“Soot,” he said.

Evan just laughed. “There’s pictures, don’t worry. Just eat. And then I’ll explain and we can be lazy for the rest of the day. I wasn’t sure if you’d want coffee? I still don’t know how you take it.”

Tommy chuckled. “No. No coffee.”

“Okay. But I’ll get you more water, then. Fruit?”

“Sure, Evan.”

Tommy didn’t know what to expect. He ate his breakfast with gusto, was glad when Evan reappeared with what appeared to be a bowl of cut up fruit that Tommy wasn’t entirely sure had been in his kitchen and a few bottles of water. And yes, it was definitely Tommy’s shirt.

“Last night—”

“We were both very tired, and you were very sooty and I know from experience you don’t want to go to bed like that. I’m sorry if I overstepped, but I don’t know that you wouldn’t have fallen asleep in your shower. How are you feeling today?”

“I’m fine. Thank you, Evan. You didn’t overstep.”

“Good. We’re both off today so unless you want to be alone…how about a movie?”

It wasn’t that he hadn’t ever had other partners that cared about him — it was just that Evan did it differently. Like he was trying to find Tommy’s boundaries and electing to respect them despite how much he’d already done the night before and despite staying with Tommy and sleeping in his bed.

“A movie sounds great,” Tommy said.

It was much later, after they watched a few movies and Evan ordered them a pizza that he had the thought to check his phone. A lot had come back to him, including the litany of texts he’d received from a drunk Evan and Eddie. He found the voicemail he’d put off listening to and put it on speaker before hitting play while Evan was in the bathroom.

Music came through first. Eddie’s voice yelling something and then Evan.

“I like you so so so so much, Tommy. Soooo much.”

“Calling your boyfriend, Buck? Buck? Everyone, Buck has a boyfriend!” The sound of something breaking and then, Eddie again. “His name is Tommy! Say hi to Tommy!”

A chorus of “hi, Tommy!” shouted by what could only be some kind of drunk crowd.

“You’re…you’re like a guy…a guy’s guy. Strong. Want to kiss you again and hold your hand. Eddie…Eddie, did you know he has really nice hair? And a cleft chin?”

“Shhhh, Buck’s on phone with boyfriend,” Eddie’s voice came through.

“Miss you,” Evan said. “Eddie, I’m gonna kiss him.”

Eddie laughing. “Kiss him!”

“Like kiss him kiss him with tongue and…and—”

More shouts and then the voicemail cut off.

Tommy found Evan, face buried in his hands, standing in the doorway.

“Hey, you did say you were going to kiss me,” Tommy said. “And for the record, I like you so so so so much too.”

Evan rushed back to Tommy’s bed, crawling from the foot to where Tommy lay. Earlier they’d gotten up to make it up, but they’d been lounging atop the covers in a way that Tommy very rarely did. Evan was on his knees and he leaned over and reached for his face, thumb ending right over the cleft on Tommy’s chin and though he took a moment to stare down at Tommy, it didn’t take long before he was leaning down and they were kissing. Tommy pulled him closer, bringing him down so Buck’s weight rested half on Tommy. Evan hummed into it and when the kiss broke, Evan dropped his head to Tommy’s shoulder.

“I really do,” Evan said, turning his face so he wasn’t speaking into Tommy’s shirt.

“What?”

“Like you.”

#911 abc #bucktommy #911 fic #bucktommy fic #tommy kinard #7x06 coda #buck x tommy #kinley #tevan

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The Professors pet 2

Pairing:Professor!Jensen Ackles X Student!Reader

Warnings: hints of smut.

You woke up at your desk. "ugh I fell asleep again" You stood up and look at your clock and see it's close to six am.

You turn and grab your bag and toss your notes in and Amy texts you.

Amy-hey y/n i'm at school.

Y/n-okay be right there.

You grabbed this outfit.

You walked into the kitchen and your mom is talking to someone and you look and see jensen there. He smiles. "good morning Y/N" You froze. "um...Morning Jen- I mean professor"

Jensen bit his lip looking at you. "Did you uh..have breakfast yet?"

You grab an apple. "this will do for me" He walks to you. "Come on i'll take you to school" Your mother smiles. "he would be perfect for you honey"

"Mom! It's not like that, let's go" You wanted jensen out before your mother ran her mouth about you and how she wanted you with someone.

Jensen chuckles opening his car door for you. "your mom seems nice" You got in and said. "She's good at pretending"

Jensen gets into his car and drives away and says. "hmm...so did you study?"

You looked over at him. "Yes sir but I fell asleep around two am I think...but I did study"

He nods as he watched the road ahead of him. "Need help still?" You chew on your lip. "No Sir i should pass this test with flying colors"

Jensen smiles as he runs into a parking lot for McDonald's. "Here have my number if you need help"

He writes it down and hands it to me and our hands touch and it felt like sparks between us.

I take it. "thanks" we get out and walk into the small place and order food. Jensen says. "thanks have a good day"

We walk out and I grab my coke and take a sip. Jensen smiles. "y/n can we talk about yesterday?"

I get into the car seat and Munich on my hash browns. "what about it? you were the one who kissed me first"

Jensen smiles. "that bad uh?" You shake your head. "No it wasn't....it's just...not right? right? I mean I don't know what to say about it" You hung your head and Jensen places his hand on yours. "y/n look at me"

You looked at him and he says. "that kiss doesn't change who I am to you"

"yes it does! are you joking!? Jensen come on your newly divorced and already kissing other girls. who knows maybe i'm not that only girl you've hit on!"

You were mad at him because you didn't think it would be like that with him.

You already were stressed from family and here was this fucking prince charming being all sweet and loving to you and it wasn't helping you out at all.

Jensen frowns. "Y/n, Danneel and I split because of life it's not because of other girls in my life, honestly your the first girl I have felt this way since Dee."

You sigh. "We'll be late"

Jensen sighs. "okay fine" He drives away and I look out the window. I didn't know what to think of this man, one kiss and now he thinks i'm the girl of his dreams...ugh I hate how I felt about him...Amy was right you attracted the professors, it's not like you tried to it just happened...that's normal..right?

You felt the car park and you grab your bag and Jensen says. "Can we talk more after class?" You looked at him. "What else is there to talk about? We should just forget that happened"

He looks around and see it's empty and he leans to you kissing your lips, you wanted to pull away but your mind was clear when he was kissing you. He doesn't let the kiss last long before he pulls away and says. "See you later"

He gets out of the car and you sigh. "damn it'

You step out of his car and follow him into the school. Amy is by the lockers and she waves then smirks seeing Jensen walking by you. He walks past Amy.

"Good morning Miss Hart" She smiles and then her jaw drops when he walks past you and looks at you before he walks into the class room.

"Shut up!" Amy said when you told her. "Shh!! not the whole world needs to know!"

"you kissed him!? TWICE!???"

You nodded. "Well the he kissed me both times it's not me doing this"

"but still! Oh my God!"

You and Amy walk into the class room and your eyes go right to Jensen who is looking though his notes. You sit down and sip on your coke and Jensen scans the room and sees more students walking in.

During class your mind wouldn't stop thinking of Jensen hell even your mind was undressing him and you honestly didn't mind what you were seeing.

Jensen kept glancing at you while you were in class and he was stumbling over his words when your eyes met his. then you went into daydreaming mood.

You weren't seeing the book on the desk in front of you, you saw Jensen kissing your lips, neck and your breast god you mind got so far off the rails you didn't hear Jensen call your name until his hand was on your shoulder.

"Miss L/N" He said harshly. You jumped looking at him. "I'm sorry Professor I must have zoned out"

Jensen nods. "right" After class you stood up and Amy says. "Bye professor see you tomorrow" Jensen waves. "Bye" She looks at you and winks. "Have funnnn" She teased.

Jensen stands up and grabs his coat. "Y/N will you follow me to my office please?" You nodded feeling butterflies at how he said your name.

Jensen opened the door for you and you walk in and say. "About me zoning out, I didn't get much sleep i'm sorry sir" Jensen shuts the door and locks it. You turn and he walks to you. "It's okay I could tell you were daydreaming"

You blush slightly. "how could you tell?" He smiles. "you were biting your lip." You looked at his eyes. "oh" He smirks. "care to tell me what it was?"

"I shouldn't tell you sir" Jensen leans closer to you. "something I can help with?" You felt your core pulse around nothing. "if..you...um..want"

Jensen smiles as he kisses your lips softly.

You softly let him kiss you then you step back. "We...Jensen I mean your my.." Jensen looked at you walking closer to you again. 'You gave me the please fuck me eyes during class and I intend to do just that" He slowly takes your jeans off then tosses them to the ground.

"Jensen..." You moaned as he kissed your neck softly and he lifts you on his desk knocking over some papers. "that can wait"

Jensen leaves kisses down your neck he slowly take your shirt off and he growls when he sees your Blue lace bra. "Fuck you knew this would happen uh?" You blushed. "Maybe I planned it"

Jensen smiles and says. "You in for it now" He kisses you breast making you moan and arch your back. "hmm"

After you and him get fully undressed you grab his cock and start stroking it. 'Is this what you have been packing?"

Jensen groans as you keep up your hand on his cock. He was leaking with pre cum already and you doing this wasn't helping. "fuck if you keep that up I won't be cumming inside of you"

You looked into his green eyes and say. "Then do it," You lean to his ear. "Use me professor" You whispered into his ear.

he smiled sweetly as he looked at you. "Yes ma'am"

he slowly pushes into you and you gasp. "Hmm....fuck you feel good" Jensen moved slowly in and out of you forgetting if your own the pill but you knew this won't happen again just this one time you wanted him to badly.

"he speeds up his movements and says. "God you feel good too..so tight for me" You lay back on his desk as his grip on your hips would surely leave bruises on your soft skin.

Jensen was like a drug you finally got more of and you were loving this.

"I'm so...close Jens" He smiles kissing your lips. "me too..." he tells you to let go whenever you want he liked it when he wasn't in control to much.

You let out a moan as you came around him. He let go inside of you panting. "Fuck that was good" You said with a smile.

He pulls out and says. "Good thing I have a bathroom next to my office." He walks into it and grabs a rag and helps you clean up. You kiss his cheek. "This shouldn't happen again Jensen, it was nice but..it was wrong"

He got dressed and you did the same when he says. "I won't promise you that"

You looked at him making your cheeks turn bright red. This man will be one hell of a teacher...how were you ever going to look at him the same after you two just fucked? You grab your bag and say. "See you tomorrow?"

Jensen nods. "same time same place?" he joked. You shook your head. "I meant for class Jensen" He laughs. "yes see you for class Y/n" You walked out and headed back home. You didn't know what to think about him now. Ugh summer break couldn't come fast enough.

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loveluvrs · 1 hour

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not enough l max verstappen x reader

request/summary – Hi! Can I request for an angsty Max Verstappen x Reader where she is just a normal girl y’know not the “supermodel” type like the other WAGs and she also leads a normal life with a normal job, thus why she got so much hate from the media and the fangirls. Never quite fit in with the other WAGs either. At some point it’s all getting too much and she decided to break up with Max because she truly believes that she’s not meant for this life but then she saw Max stands up for her during a press conference?? I had this scenario in mind while listening to Gold Rush by Taylor Swift, if that also helps! Thank you <3

author's notes – HELLO??/ LANDO WIN??? IM SO PROUD OF HIM! do expect another fic coming out this weekend around lando's win. it will be self indulgent about reader missing the race 🤕 keep an eye out but enjoy this in the meantime and keep sending in requests!!

Max and I sat in our hotel room the night before the race weekend started. I was sat on the floor as I tried to help Max with unpacking his suitcase. I had, by some miracle, convinced my lovely (but not exactly fashionable) boyfriend to wear some non-Red Bull clothes for once to the paddock. He reluctantly agreed, since he knew I barely come to races with him due to my tight schedule, and this was the least he could do for me.

“Okay, idea. How about, you wear the Miami GP button up…and then the black jeans I bought with you, the baggy ones, and then your usual shoes? Not too much out of your comfort zone, I hope?” I ask with excitement as I look back up towards him.

“And what if I don’t like it?” He asks, clearly unsure of the whole idea. I nod understandingly. “Well, I mean, of course you don’t have to, Maxie. But I just thought it’d be fun. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I say softly as I try and search his face for any signs for the reason to his reluctance.

I watched as his head dropped down to his lap. “And what if I look stupid in it?” He asks quietly. I immediately felt my heart melt. “Baby, why ever would you think that? You’ll look great in it, promise. But it’s okay if you don’t want to, we can try again some other time, okay?” I say softly as I interlock our hands to comfort him. He nodded.

——

When we got to the paddock, I felt a little out of place, knowing all the other WAGs would be there. Max notices me fidgeting nervously with my fingers, and he brings my hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it before intertwining our fingers. During all the practice sessions, quali, and the race, I felt awfully like an outsider. All the other girls were supermodels, and very conventionally attractive. I felt like the stand out amongst them, and not in a good way. They all talked with each other earnestly about the newest dress shop they just found, and while they had no malicious intentions of leaving me out, it just didn’t work with my humor and their tastes.

With a sigh, I go roam the paddock. Max finds me afterwards, a little confused. “Hey schatje, I thought you were with the other girlfriends?” He asks softly as his arm slings around my shoulders to bring me with him as he walks to the garage. I try and brush off the left out feeling I had from earlier and just shrug. “I was just getting a little bored, nothing much,” I say as I shoot him a quick smile. “You sure?” He asks with raised brows as he looks at me knowingly. I nod with a hum, giving him a kiss before I send him off to his meetings.

After the race, Max flies to Monaco for the next race, and I fly back to the UK to my place as I didn’t have any more days off. I open my phone a few days after, scrolling on twitter as usual. I felt my heart sink a little as I see a tweet with all of the WAGs being spotted hanging out. I felt my stomach churn at the way their skin glowed, and their clothes hung off their figures so delicately yet so effortlessly. It was stupid to feel jealous of them, I knew it was. But it was also stupid of me to think I could ever have been a part of the same category they were. And unfortunately, the replies to the tweet all agreed.

maxfan93739 – I wonder why max’s girl isn’t there?

georgeschassis – why would she be there? she’s not even a model?

dutchlion – I don’t even think she’s talked to them before

landosbandage – yeah she’s not like the other gfs, she usually keeps to herself

I turned off my phone, unable to think straight. Max called me that night to let me know that he got his schedule cleared by some miracle and was gonna fly out to be with me in the morning, but I had already fallen asleep from exhaustion. I hadn’t ate the whole day, staying in my bed under the covers, burying myself from everything and everyone until my eyes closed from fatigue.

I woke up the familiar sound of Max playing with my cat in the morning, a few laughs from him. I felt like I was going to throw up, so dizzy that I didn’t even question the fact that Max was at my place so suddenly. I opened up my phone to the usual tweets, and I couldn’t stop myself from searching up my name, seeing what people were saying about me.

she’s so much fatter and shorter than the other gfs, don’t know why max is with her…..

annoying people attract annoying people ig…….

Max is a three time world champion, he shouldn’t be with an ugly girl whose using him for his money and fame……

we’ve never even seen her support him in public, she plays it off as being introverted and shy as if we don’t know what she’s doing.

I slam my phone face down as I hear Max’s voice. “Schat? Hey, I didn’t know you were awake. I called you last night to tell you I was gonna fly in last minute, but I think you already fell asleep, right?” Max asks with no suspicion of what I was just doing. I nodded. “You want some breakfast, love? I ordered in some waffles from that place you love?” He asks excitedly.

I stay silent for a moment, thinking of the tweets. “Uh, you know what? I think I’ll skip out on breakfast today,” I say with a nonchalant smile. His smile falters. “Baby, you need to have breakfast or else you’ll be hungry. It’s not healthy,” he says as his voice softens. “No no no, I know, Maxie. I just had a really heavy dinner last night. Like really heavy. If I need a snack before I’ll lunch I’ll take it, don’t worry,” I say to try and convince him. I hold my breath as he scans me, thinking about my answer, before finally nodding and accepting it. “You tell me if you need a snack, alright?” He says as he presses a kiss on my forehead.

This kept going on for many days, me making excuses about my meals like me eating when he was working out, or having a snack earlier, or that I felt super full from the last meal. Finally, one morning Max confronts me.

He walks up to me while I’m sitting on the couch, my cat in my lap as I’m petting it. “Schatje, we need to talk. I know exactly what you’re doing. You’ve barely been eating, my love, what’s going on?” He asks with concern lacing his voice as he sits down next to me.

I stiffen slightly, my stomach knotting up as I think about what he’s referring to. “Why don’t you ask twitter?” I say coldly. I see him sigh immediately, pursing his lips. “You know twitter isn’t good to listen to. It’s all bullshit, love,” he says as he tries to reach his arm out to me. I pull away, letting my cat go as I stand up.

“Max, this is exhausting. I cannot constantly feel like every part of me is ugly because of the other WAGs being so stupidly beautiful because they’re models. I cannot handle being in the spotlight and having every single mannerism of mine criticized, every fluctuation in weight pinpointed and spotlighted for the world to see. I can’t do….. this,” I say with a sigh.

He takes a few minutes to process what I’ve just said. “You can’t do…. us? Is that what you’re saying?”

I gulp, my silence being enough of an answer for him. “Oh come on, you can’t be serious. You’re gorgeous, and I don’t care that other girlfriends are models. I only care about you. Please, we can make this work,” he pleads softly.

I shake my head. “I’ve been trying, Max. I’ve been trying to make it work this whole time. It’s just not happening. It’s too much for me. I need time away from it all.”

“You’re doing this to yourself, it doesn’t have to be like this,” he mutters with a voice of frustration.

I felt my eyes roll in frustration. “You just don’t get it! I wish so badly the I could just, not care the way you do, but unfortunately I care very very much about what they all say! And don’t you fucking dare blame this on me!” I snapped at him unintentionally, hurt that he’s blaming me right now when I very clearly needed him right now.

“I’m not trying to blame you! But why don’t you believe me? That I’ll protect you from it all like I have been doing! You don’t need to break up with me for this, for fuck’s sake,” he mutters out, his voice slightly raising now.

I felt myself hold back tears in the back of my throat, not used to the angry tone my boyfriend was using, as I flinched at his tone. I sniffled, trying to hold back the tears with a shaky breath.

He takes a few seconds before he sighs, unable to change my mind. He clenches his jaw, slamming the door to our bedroom. By morning, all his stuff, including him, were gone from my place.

Soon enough, the fans noticed. Noticed that I was no longer liking and commenting under Max’s posts, that I was no longer interrupting his streams, that Max didn’t talk about me much anymore.

A media reporter came up to Max during the race weekend for an interview. At the end, he asked, “It looks like you and your partner are not talking anymore, no?”

Max brushed it off casually in the way he always does about private matters to the media. “Uh, well, every relationship has its ups and down, you know? But that is something I prefer to keep private.”

“Well, better to be rid of her,” the reporter says jokingly. Max’s eyes suddenly shifted into a more serious tone. “No? She’s amazing and gorgeous and kind and intelligent. So no, it’s my loss, really. And either way, you have no right to talk about any woman like that,” he says firmly before walking off.

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen oneshot #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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The Seven as Minecraft player types

Annabeth- The builder. You would think the game's limits would at least prove somewhat of a challenge to her, but she’s somehow mastered the ability to make builds that don’t even seem to be made of squares anymore. You just know she’s one of those people making those giant castles where you have to turn up your render distance to even see them fully.

Leo- Redstone builder. He'll spend the first hour in the mines, but the minute he walks out, he's ready to go to work. He and Annabeth are a force to be reckoned with when they start working together. They will have you sitting there trying to figure out how what you just saw was a part of Minecraft and not some entirely different game.

Hazel- The farmer. She hates going anywhere near the mines, but she’s got the most impressively efficient farm systems you’ve ever seen. All of this is for her real end goal of creating the fastest horse possible on every single world.

Frank- The Pvper. He’s a force to be reckoned with and most of the others have given up trying to beat him in any capacity. He spends most of his time working as a bodyguard for Hazel or collecting mob drops for the others needs.

Jason- The Explorer, the minute he joins a world, that boy is GONE. You ask him where he is at any point, and he’s at least 5k blocks from the nearest player. He will eventually show up with the most insane loot, but that is just so he can drop things off before vanishing again.

Piper- The Achievement Hunter. She is locked into this game and surprisingly great at it. You’d think she’s speed running with how quickly she’s flying through the game. She will always be the first to the nether and the end and almost never has a house, just a collection or weird builds designed specifically to help her with whatever she's working on

Percy- The resource collector. He’s much more likely to bounce between different activities than the others. One minute he’s trying to fight Frank, the next he’s helping Piper try and get some very specific achievement, and then he’s desperately trying to find Jason. The minute Annabeth even mentions she wants a certain type of block, he is laser-focused and won’t even think about doing anything else until he’s got an inventory full of said items.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #annabeth chase #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #jason grace #piper mclean

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Natures wrath

he can't remember what his "real" name was, but he can remember what his mother called him "her little crow" which made sense, he was relatively small compared to the other kids and fond of all forms of nature. Mother was a lovely woman, she always helped him when he didn't really know how to garden or take care of his pet crow, Corvius.

He always spent his time gardening and roaming the woods with Corvius, even as he entered Highschool and the other kids became more obsessed with cars, partying, and sex. which led to some expected bullying.

while he was used to this bullying, he always found some comfort with Corvius, no matter what the bullies tried, until one day they went too far. after he offhandedly compared the lead bully to a pathetic bird, he earned a harsh beating from his peers, their positions as the star players of the schools football team allowing them to get off scott free.

later, Crow would spend his after school time on walking through the woods, Corvius a few metres in front of him. Crow couldn't help but appreciate the way his closest friend flew through the air gracefully, and he couldn't help but envy his friends freedom and power to fly through the air.

suddenly, he was broken out of his stupor by a sickening "Crunch", as a rock hit Corvius and sent the corvid directly into the ground. panicked, Crow ran up to his injured friend, to focused on the bird to notice the group that surrounded him.

Crow felt every single kick and punch, as he struggled to shield his injured friend. and as the teenagers left, he continued to lay there, crying next to the bird, even as the sun fell below the horizon, and a search party came looking for him.

the search party was only slightly successful, finding the dead corpse of a bird which neighbours would later identify as the missing boys pet crow. but never found the actual child.

three weeks later, the star players of the local football team disappeared, one of the boys trucks was found destroyed in the woods, somehow already overgrown by plant life.

the next day the 8 boys were found in the same clearing of Corvius, their feet and legs either horrifically mangled or severed, covered by hundreds upon hundreds of crows which has cut into the boys skin with their claws, which refused too move from on top of the boys until police shot at them.

it took another 5 weeks to get a single one of the boys to talk, and even then police can draw no real conclusions.

"w-we were driving on the road, yeah some of us where drinking, but johnny (the owner of the truck) wasn't, but suddenly the damned car just... swerved off the road! we were thrown into the woods when the truck crashed, and I can barely r-remember anything but that, that thing. I-it was like a man, but it had giant wings, like a crows, and th-those crows they were under its control! I-it had them tear into our legs and scratch at us, it wanted to torment us"

the boy would refuse to make any further comment, though one would later draw what he claimed too be the attacker. the drawing was that of a man wearing a plague doctors outfit with a hood instead of any hat, covered in vines and other plant life, with a large pair of crow wings behind him.

authorities would later ban entering the woods due to the strange, and unexplainable hostility that the local wildlife showed to anyone who entered.

@f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @good-wizard @monsterfucker-research-wizard

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CLASS1A HEADCANONS

(spoiler warning for S7/the manga! Hc's are in seating order. Post is long lol)

Aoyama

Didn't even want to be a hero once he got his quirk. it was just something he mentioned like 3 times when he was 5.

Does not like his parents at all

Comfort eater. He is stressed out of his mind

Considers midoriya his best friend

Grew up extremely pampered

Will just make up stories from when he lived in france

"really?? Did that happen??" "No."

Mina

Adopted, parents passed a few years ago after a building collapsed

The day she learns about aroace identities is the day she heals

She didn't know anything about kirishima besides his name by the time they started ua so she hunted down his old friends to learn about him. Unsurprisingly they didn't know all that much

She's the one who kills/removes the bugs from the dorms

Shes relatively popular on social media

Asui

Has firmly decided against kids. She loves her siblings but god no she is NEVER raising a child again

Enjoys baking, she does it with Sato often

Swears the most in 1a

Horrible posture, Iida is constantly trying to fix it

Iida

Fear of failure

Had like. No childhood. Tensei tried but he just wouldn't watch many movies unless he could be tricked into believing it would help his future

Very anxious kid

He genuinely really wants to connect and relate to his classmates but he struggles with it. Part of him wishes he could've just had normal teenage experiences

Terrible at making jokes. He tries so hard but they never land. He got todoroki and no one else to laugh once and he is still reeling from it

Ochako

Post-war she thinks about Toga like. Every day. She never stops grieving that girl

She becomes determined to reach out and save as many people as humanly possible

Later in life she ends up fostering kids with “difficult” and “villainous” quirks and encourages them to pursue their dreams

She adores animals. Her favourite place growing up was the pet store

She feels a bit guilty about having to move to the dorms. She felt obligated to help out her parents around the house

Gym rat. All about proteins and gains. She is determined to get a six pack at some point. Though she does struggle to gain muscle.

Ojiro

Throws the hardest punches. He has broken several of his classmates' noses accidentally

Has to constantly hear about hagakure's ex’s and he hates all of them

Enjoys embroidery and knitting. Eventually learns to make clothes. He gives them as gifts and sells some for extra money

Lots of awards from tournaments

He was raised in a cult but hasn't exactly realised yet, he will talk about the most insane things and act like theyre regular parts of growing up. He lives with his grandparents now

Eventually finds out he is really good with throwing knives

insanely oblivious. Sex jokes fly right over his head (they have to be explained to him) and he can never tell when he's being hit on

Denki

His mum is a pro hero and his dad is in jail. They both love him dearly, despite the fact that he was a complete accident

Was home alone very often. His mum travels a lot for work. He can have friends stay over for weeks at a time without her ever finding out

His dad was the one who taught him how to hotwire cars

Out of everyone in 1a, he has the most dating experience. He dated like half his middle school class and they all ended on good terms. Was a lot of people's gay awakening

The lightning bolt is natural, shockingly enough. No one believes him until he pulls out pictures from when he was a baby

He was born with a full head of hair actually

Sometimes helium balloons will just float at him

Kirishima

Absolutely tank, can take anything

This also applies to food. He can eat inedible things and be completely fine.

Was huge into DND in middle school. Wants to set up a game for 1a but has only convinced tokoyami and midoriya so far

Was really disappointed when his quirk manifested

Koda

Insomnia

He was bullied throughout middle school and sometimes still expects his classmates to be cruel to him

Lived with his mother and grandma. His father died when he was young

He was ecstatic when his quirk manifested. He had several pets as a kid and would try and communicate with them

Once unintentionally managed to get wolves to help him fight in a 1v1 (he was fighting sero who damn near passed out from fear)

Allergic to cat hair but he refuses to let that stop him

Present mic will not look at him the same after the bug incident

Sato

Stress bakes like crazy. Sometimes all of 1a will wake up to a cupcake outside their door that he made at like 4am

He is the only one who likes his hero costume, everyone else thinks it's lame

Has 4 siblings. He's dead in the middle age wise

His family is dramatic as hell. They get into the pettiest arguments ever and then don't talk for a month. He ended up having to play peacekeeper pretty frequently

Moving to the dorms was a well needed break for him

His hair is dyed. He's naturally ginger. He has not told a soul

Shoji

Covered head to toe in scars. Denki made the mistake of asking about it once, and the boys were greeted with the most horrifying story they had ever heard while changing into their hero costumes

Has been in mandatory therapy for years

He really enjoys being the tallest. He will sometimes hold things over his head just to tease tokoyami

When his quirk manifested he was scared shitless

Lived in an orphanage and is currently in custody of UA

His parents go on to have more kids after him and he never learns about them. He did always want siblings

Jirou

Has special little ear muffs for her jack's.

Her hair was done in the bathroom at 3am the day of the entrance exam

The heartbeat in her hair is only visible in the light

While she's great at picking up instruments, she cannot draw to save her life. It's like the only thing kaminari is better than her at

Sero

His hair grows like that naturally. He figures his ends are supposed to look like tape dispenser teeth as some joke from the universe. Got tired of trying to fix it and now just lets it grow out

He has been using his quirk to do parkour since he was 9. He used to terrify his parents with the stunts he would pull

He has an older sister in collage

Tokoyami

Extremely religious parents. They got him an exorcism once, just to be sure.

Him + dark shadow fight like siblings

He'd get really quiet when he was upset while ds would start shrieking

Becoming a hero was dark shadows idea

He speaks like that cuz he read gothic poetry he found around the house as a kid

He is a complete mutation. No one in his family has a quirk even remotely similar to dark shadow or has a bird head

Dark shadow used to be way more abstract but took the bird form more permanently after tokoyami got more of a handle on it.

Tokoyami is on record of having an extremely unstable quirk.

He always felt the need to suppress his emotions to control his quirk but it backfired spectacularly. He's healthier about it now

Also, dark shadow is fully sentient. A bit behind developmentally, and struggles to comprehend things, but shockingly sentient

He has a really hard time putting on weight. Like all his bones are visible

Todoroki

allergic to onions. He eats them anyways

He dispises his father with his whole chest sometimes but he also wants to give him a chance because he's his father, yk?

He bases a lot of his opinions on what he thinks he is supposed to feel. Like he doesn't mind pineapple on pizza but since everyone else online thinks it's the worst thing ever I guess he does too¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

He's not completely blind in his left eye, but his vision is cloudy and really poor

Hagakure

Desperately wants to find “the one”. She used to date whoever she could just to try and find the love of her life. It lead to a lot of dumb drama and bad middle school relationships

She's great at makeup, but doesn't wear it outside of her room because it used to freak people out

While she gets upset about her quirk sometimes, she does love being able to sneak around unseen

Whenever someone's door opens they instinctively tell Hagakure to get out, even if it was just the wind

Comes from a relatively wealthy family

She needs glasses but won't wear them

Bakugo

he thinks his friends are the funniest people on earth but he will DIE before he ever tells them that or actually laughs at their jokes

Legitimately bit Monoma once and he was so confused

Used to model for his parents' businesses. Midoriya has pictures on hand in UA now that he realises people will actually make fun of bakugo instead of worshipping the ground he walks on

Comically long skincare and hair routine

UA has humbled him HARD

Actually has a very good relationship with his parents. They were very encouraging. To a fault, but still.

Midoriya

Had a diary in middle school where he would write about the ways he would violently torture his bullys

He finds it again in like 2nd year and he cringes so hard. Unfortunately Bakugo also reads the diary and gets freaked out

Midoriya will listen to whatevers being said with 100% of his attention so whoever he's talking to doesn't feel ignored. The exception his whenever he's daydreaming about the plot and exposition dumping to the audience

Some time in 2nd year, he starts intentionally pissing bakugou off because he can get away with it now

His school record makes it seem like he's a complete delinquent and Azaiwa was a little surprised when he actually met him

When the war ends he gets clowned on ferociously for that bald spot. Omg the poor guy is so embarrassed

Momo

Everyone loves her but LORD is she out of touch sometimes. Has no understanding of how much things actually cost and how affordable they actually are

She styles her hair to be spikey. She wanted to seem cool and rough around the edges when she joined ua. It didn't work

Crazy anxiety. She spends a lot of time with Koda and his rabbit.

Her parents launder money and haven't been caught yet. She has no idea

Bonus:

Shoji and Todoroki bond over childhood trauma

Everyone is convinced Jirou, Denki and Momo are gonna become a throuple at some point. Bets have been placed about when

Bakugou does genuinely consider denki his friend

Quirkless training usually comes down to ojiro and Bakugou, tho Midoriya has won once or twice

Dark shadow is deemed a complete menace and genuinely has beef with some of 1a (Bakugo, Iida, ect.) but for some reason, dark shadow and Sato in particular have become sworn enemies

Ochako and Kirishima asked Ojiro to teach them martial arts and they have never seen him more excited

Tokoyami, Todoroki and Bakugo are COVERED in burn scars post war

Everyone assumes Hagakure and Ojiro are dating but they surprisingly aren't (yet))

Class1a occasionally binges shows together. They usually get super attached to a character who reminds them of someone in 1a and then get really sad whenever something bad happens to that character

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #mha headcanons #mha hcs #class 1a #class 1a headcanons

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The Bad Batch post-finale fanfic (3.16)

Summary: We catch up with the Bad Batch about 2-3 weeks after escaping Tantiss together. Omega and Crosshair pass his least favorite spot in Pabu, and they have a heart-to-heart.

“Omega,” Hunter called to her from the doorway of Shep’s house. “It’s almost time for dinner.”

Omega and Lyana had been playing with the moon-yos just outside the gate, giggling as they watched them poke and tackle each other before running off.

“OK,” she called back to Hunter. “I’ll go get Crosshair.”

“Hurry up,” Hunter said. “We don’t want the food to get cold.”

She left Lyana and hurried down the steps toward the beach.

It had been two weeks – or maybe it was closer to three now – since they’d landed the stolen Imperial shuttle in the colonnade. Almost three weeks since she’d fallen asleep on Hunter’s shoulder, realizing she and her family were finally free from Tantiss base, Doctor Hemlock and the Empire.

Since then, everything had changed so quickly from day to day – almost hour to hour sometimes.

As promised, Hunter had been coordinating with Rex to track down her Vault friends’ missing families. Two of them had already gone back home, and Jax was set to leave tomorrow.

Some of the clones were staying on Pabu for now, but a few had talked about going to other systems. Hunter said he’d help them however they could, while also working on finding the family a new shuttle.

The Marauder had been their home for so long, but now they just needed a ship. Something to help them keep in touch with Echo and Rex, and to make the occasional trip off-world for supplies, or for fun. Omega had talked about exploring other parts of the planet, and resuming her flying lessons.

It wouldn’t be the same without Tech, but she knew she would be able to feel him in the cockpit next to her, worried as ever.

With the Marauder gone, they also needed a place to sleep on Pabu. A place to call home.

Wrecker and the cadets had found a spot on the lower part of the island that would be perfect for a house, and were starting to get supplies together. The locals were offering their expertise as far as layout and design, and Wrecker was confident they could have it built in a few months.

For now, they were sleeping in their stolen Imperial shuttle parked in the colonnade.

It wasn’t ideal, but they made it work, piling the cargo area full of any pillows and blankets they could borrow or buy.

Shep had offered to host them all until their house was built, but with four people and a dog, they knew it would be too much to ask. They did accept his offer to host them for dinner every night, though, as none of them were very good at cooking yet.

Omega knew Hunter would be before too long. He had been learning from Shep and the other villagers since they first landed on Pabu a half-year ago, and now that they knew they’d be staying for good, he was becoming more studious than ever.

Every night after dinner, Omega returned to the shuttle in the colonnade, where she’d claimed a corner near the main door. She had a blanket and pillow borrowed from Lyana and her trusty Lula doll, reclaimed from the Archium.

She worried sometimes she wouldn’t be able to sleep, that she would dream about Tantiss. About being confined there all those months. About having to escape it again. About the dark, rainy night that Hemlock tried to steal her away for good.

But, she was frequently so exhausted, that sleep was no problem.

A few times she’d woken in the middle of the night, and looked across at Hunter and Wrecker sleeping on the opposite side of the cargo area. Hunter would be propped up against the wall with a pillow under his neck, while Wrecker would be splay atop a pile of pillows and blankets.

Crosshair didn’t seem to sleep much.

After everything, he was adjusting both better and worse than she, Hunter and Wrecker had expected.

Those first few days after they returned had been so chaotic. Hunter and Wrecker were working on other things, but Crosshair mostly stayed by her side, going where she went, helping those she helped.

A few times he went to pick things up with his right hand, only to remember it was gone. Omega couldn’t read his expression when it happened. Was it frustration, relief, or something else?

After about a week, he must’ve realized he couldn’t follow her around all the time. As much as she liked it, she knew eventually he’d have to find his own path.

She brought it up one day when she was watching him play with Batcher at their usual spot on the beach.

“I’ve thought about trying spearfishing,” he said. “It makes sense. For me.”

He held up his right arm, which even she was still adjusting to seeing without a hand.

“And, I think I could do it with one hand.”

After that, he’d been spending the better part of his days learning from the master-spearfishers on the island. As expected, he was picking it up quickly. He told her throwing the spear wasn’t the issue, but grabbing the fish afterward was difficult with only one hand.

Whatever he caught – and the number and size of the fish was increasing daily – he gave Shep first pick for their shared dinners. Anything left, he shared with the cadets, the remaining clones or the families who were looking after the Vault children.

He started fishing so early in the day that he was done by midafternoon. After bringing in and distributing his catches, he’d been spending that hour or so before dinner down at the beach, in their usual spot. Batcher had been going with him, and Omega had caught him playing fetch with her a few times when she went to get him for dinner.

Wrecker had complained more than once how long it took Omega to get Crosshair each evening. He could just keep his comm on him, and they could eat all the sooner.

But Hunter knew why he didn’t, and told Wrecker to let it go.

It seemed to be forming a nice routine, and Omega liked to think it meant that they’d be doing this every day for the foreseeable future. And that was everything.

*****

Crosshair was in the usual spot, half-sitting against a large rock with his eyes closed. The sun was lowering in the horizon, dappling golden light across the water.

Batcher, of course, was all too happy to see Omega. The lurca hound raced forward and jumped onto her, and Omega patted her head with an approving smile.

She never had to say anything to Crosshair. He would know when she was looking at him, even from 100 meters.

But he usually waited until she was a stone’s throw away to acknowledge her.

He did the same now, opening his eyes, standing up and turning toward her.

“Dinnertime?”

“You know it.”

He took the toothpick out of his mouth and started walking toward her.

“I hope Shep’s taught Hunter how to prepare that karppia properly,” he said. “It’s not the best-tasting fish. Or so the anglers said.”

She chuckled and said, “I’m sure they have it under control. Although it’s much bigger than the other one you caught yesterday. You’re getting better at it. I can tell.”

“Maybe,” he said as reached her and they both started walking back up toward the town.

“You’re probably catching enough that you could start selling them, if you wanted to.”

“The priority is making sure everyone who’s still here has enough to eat,” he said.

“True, but you could eventually.”

He nodded before asking her about everything she’d done that day. In the back of her mind, it reminded her of all those days they’d been together on Tantiss, sitting outside of his cell and telling him about her day.

But the thought didn’t bother her. If anything, it made her proud. After all, they were the only two people in the whole galaxy who had escaped Tantiss not once, but twice.

As they neared the Sea Wall, Omega headed in a different direction than usual.

“Let’s go this way,” she said, stepping ahead of Crosshair. “It should be faster.”

Crosshair seemed to tense up, and a strange look flashed across his face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, c’mon. Or we’ll be late.”

He walked behind her. Batcher was already so far ahead that Omega figured she’d be at Shep’s house before they crossed into Upper Pabu. Omega quickened her pace to try and catch her, and Crosshair quietly followed behind her.

They were maybe halfway along the Wall when Omega didn’t hear Crosshair’s steps behind her anymore.

She looked back. He’d stopped, and was looking out toward the main pier with a solemn expression on his sunset-lit face.

“Crosshair? What is it?”

He glanced at her, and then lowered his head and shoulders as he stared at the ground.

“Omega, there’s something I never told you. About that night they took you back to Tantiss.”

She stepped toward him, needing to be within arm’s reach. He finally looked up at her.

“I... missed the shot,” he said. “The tracker, I never got it onto the ship. Troopers found me here on the wall, and by the time I evaded them and fired, the ship took off at the last moment.

“If I hadn’t missed, we could’ve gotten to Tantiss much sooner. And maybe—”

He paused, balling up his left hand. She felt she had to complete the thought for him.

“You wouldn’t have lost your hand?”

“No, no, that’s not what I was going to say,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s just that, if we’d gotten to Tantiss sooner, we could’ve stopped Hemlock before he … threatened you.”

The phantoms of that night on the rainy platform passed across his face. The same fear, the same doubt returned to his eyes.

“Please, Crosshair,” she said, touching the same spot on his left shoulder where she’d first tried to reach him in the Kaminoan brig. But this time, he didn’t flinch or look away.

“I don’t blame you,” she continued, “and I don’t want you to blame yourself either. You might’ve missed the shot here, but you made it when it counted.”

Finally, the burden was gone. Crosshair’s whole body relaxed and he moved his left arm to pull her into an half-embrace. His right arm was still hanging by his side, but he leaned his head down until his chin was resting atop her head.

“Thank you, Omega,” he said, and she could hear he was choking back tears. “You never gave up on me, and you believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. I couldn’t have made it without you.”

Omega couldn’t stop her eyes from welling with tears, and her voice cracked as she said, “I knew you could do it. Hunter did too. You came back to Tantiss for me. If you could do that, you could do anything.”

He finally shifted his torso and wrapped his right arm around her. He hadn’t that rainy night on Tantiss, but he finally felt he could now.

Tears kept falling from Omega's eyes as she buried her head into his chest.

He finally released her, and as he did so, she saw him quickly wipe his face with his left hand. She didn’t bother to do the same.

“You say I can do anything but,” he said, as he looked down at his stump, “I’m not so sure these days.”

“Don’t worry,” she told him. “I’m sure Echo can find someone to fit you with a prosthetic. If you want it.”

He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes glancing between her and his missing hand.

“I, I do think I’d like a replacement one day,” he said. “It’s been hard to adjust to, but I think it’s also been … a relief, I guess. That it’s finally gone. All the pain.

“But, there are so many things I can’t do now that I want to.”

“Like what?” Omega asked.

“Nothing fancy,” he said. “Just all the little things. … I missed so much with you all already. I don’t want to miss out on anything else.”

He took his left hand and gently wiped the tear stains from her face. She felt new ones gathering in her eyes, as Crosshair smiled at her.

“It’s alright, Omega. We’ll figure things out. All of us, together. That’s what families do.”

She smiled at him.

A family. Not soldiers. Before, they were both. Now, there was no need. The fight was over.

He knew that too.

Omega noticed that the sunlight on his face was more orange than gold now, and she glanced out at the water to see the sun about to dip below the horizon.

“C’mon,” she said. “Hunter will be worried if we’re not back soon.”

They both started walking up the path again, as Crosshair said, “No, he won’t. Not like he used to. I know I don’t. And, I’m much worse than he is, remember?”

As they neared Shep’s house, they could see Wrecker waiting in front of the gate with his arms crossed, clearly unhappy.

He opened his mouth to say something. But, he saw Omega’s smile and the calm, weightless expression on Crosshair’s face, and instead cleared his throat before saying:

“I hope you two are hungry. Shep and Hunter went a bit overboard with the karppia.”

Omega giggled, and Wrecker opened the gate to welcome her in. Batcher was waiting for them too.

As Crosshair entered the patio, Wrecker gave him a pat on the shoulder, unseen by anyone else. Crosshair gave him a grateful nod.

The two families, now completely assembled, sat down to dinner. The first sliver of the sun sank below the horizon, and the lights of Lower Pabu all blinked on at once.

*****

After a hearty meal and lighthearted conversations all around, Crosshair was the first to leave the table.

“Thank you for dinner, Shep, Hunter,” he said, nodding to each of them. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to retire now. But, you all can stay here. Don’t let my leaving disturb you.”

Batcher made a move to follow him out of the gate, but Crosshair gently gestured for her to stay. He stepped out into the street and headed up toward the colonnade.

Omega and Hunter looked at each other, both a little concerned.

The four of them usually walked back up to the colonnade together. The brothers would talk or do some last-minute work while Omega went to bed.

With Crosshair gone, the three of them stayed at Shep’s another half-hour, till it was fully night, and then walked back up to the colonnade with Batcher.

“Omega,” Hunter asked, “did something happen as you and Crosshair were coming up for dinner?”

“We passed the spot on the Wall where he missed the shot, the night they took me back to Tantiss.”

Wrecker looked surprised, and Hunter was concerned, but neither said anything.

Omega gave a short account of their conversation, ending with, “Now that he told me, hopefully he can stop blaming himself. I told him I don’t blame him.”

Hunter added: “And neither do we.”

Wrecker gave a small grunt of approval and said, “He’s the only reason we even found Tantiss at all. Him telling us about Rampart.”

Omega hadn't heard exactly how they’d found Tantiss. She simply figured that, after the clone operative had taken her comm device, Crosshair had shot a secondary tracker onto the ship as planned.

Wrecker, with some help from Hunter, gave her a shortened account of how they broke former Vice Admiral Rampart out of an Imperial labor camp, snuck onto an orbital station over Coruscant and latched onto a transport heading to Tantiss base.

She remembered wondering at the time why it taken her brothers a few days from when she arrived to when she first felt the laser cannons going off. But, she realized now that, if they’d come sooner, she might not have met her friends in the Vault or found out about the Zillo Beast.

She wanted to think that it had all worked out as it was supposed to.

But Crosshair’s right hand, Wrecker’s deep chest wound, and Hunter’s injuries from battle and Hemlock’s torture – these weren’t small losses either. Hunter and Wrecker both insisted they were fine now, despite her worries, but Crosshair’s stump lingered in her mind.

She was so lost in thought she hardly realized they’d reached their shuttle in the colonnade.

“Where’s Crosshair?” Wrecker asked.

Through the open doors, they could see he wasn’t inside.

“Maybe he went down to the beach again?” Omega wondered aloud.

Hunter started walking around to the other side of the large, weeping maya tree at the heart of the colonnade. Omega instinctively followed him.

As they walked around to the side of the tree nearest the Archium, they both saw Crosshair sitting against the bark, arms crossed and fast asleep.

“Does he normally sleep out here?” she whispered as she leaned toward Hunter.

“I don’t know,” he said in a soft tone. “Don’t think he’s slept much since we got back.”

Omega and Hunter looked at each other and smiled.

She looked back at Crosshair and a thought popped into her head.

Hunter seemed to read her thoughts.

“Go on, Omega,” he said. “It’s alright.”

He quietly walked back toward the shuttle, as Omega walked toward the tree and stepped onto its raised bed. Even as she neared Crosshair, he didn’t seem to stir.

Omega sat down on his left side and, ever so softly, leaned her head against his shoulder. His eyes stayed shut, but breathing seemed to stop for a half-second before resuming without issue.

Her once-racing mind was quiet again, seeing Crosshair finally sleeping peacefully, and she too closed her eyes.

Hunter came back around, and gently threw a blanket over them. Omega opened one of her eyes a tad and smiled at him.

“Goodnight, you two,” he said quietly.

Omega closed her eye again, and tried to slow her breathing to match Crosshair’s.

Hunter looked at the two of them, almost unable to comprehend the sight.

The brother who’d once hunted them down, who’d berated and despised Omega on Kamino, was now sleeping peacefully next to her. Even after all these weeks since Crosshair and Omega first escaped Tantiss together, Hunter still sometimes couldn’t believe how much Crosshair had changed.

But, then again, he shouldn’t be surprised.

Omega had that effect on people. He would know better than anyone.

He couldn’t think of a happier sight: his brother restored, Omega safe and happy, and all of them living on their new island home.

Or almost all of them.

As he walked toward the ship, Hunter turned to look back at the Archium.

“Oh, Tech, if only you could’ve seen them together,” he said softly to the wind and sky. “You’d be so proud of them both.”

*****

It didn’t take long for Omega to fall asleep. She knew no one in the galaxy could sneak up on her with Crosshair by her side.

She couldn’t be safer.

After so many battles, missions and days of imprisonment, she reveled in the thought that her family was finally, finally free.

*****

Crosshair could sense the early morning light without even opening his eyes. He heard soft breathing next to him, and his left arm was heavy and numb.

Omega.

He flicked his eyes open and saw the silhouette of the Archium beyond the dangling limbs of the weeping maya tree. He glanced to his left to see her lightly colored hair against his shoulder.

He froze. He couldn’t risk waking her.

She still seemed sound asleep, and there was a blanket covering her legs and his own.

Hunter.

He shook his head slightly and silently chuckled to himself.

Aside from his left arm being unmovable, he felt better than ever. A full night’s sleep in, who knows how long. Omega by his side.

He looked over at her again.

Before, he would’ve felt frustration and regret, thinking about how much she’d grown already and how much time he’d missed with her.

But he’d made his peace with it last night. Omega was in his life now. He had another chance thanks to her, his brothers and so many other clones’ efforts to save him, to help him see the light.

He wouldn’t waste all their sacrifices – especially Tech’s – by dwelling on everything he’d missed, in every sense of the word.

He’d make the most of the time they’d have together. He owed her, himself, all of them that much.

He couldn’t help but feel tears forming as he looked at her and contemplated it all.

He closed his eyes and, remembering what she’d once taught him, focused on the sound of her breathing and his own. The distant waves, the rustling leaves, the chirping birds all faded into the background.

He knew it was vain to wish this moment would last forever. The light hitting his eyelids grew slightly brighter every second, and Omega would surely wake once direct sunlight hit her face in an hour or so.

So, he took it all in along with each one of his breaths.

This is who he was now, and he never wanted to go back.

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