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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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can i request and Akutagawa x reader first meeting in an alleyway for a mission, and Akutagawa really found an interest in her, but the reader is chuuyas sister, and Chuuya is really overprotective of her because... why not💀

you can decide whether it’s fluff or whatever i mean preferably fluff but whatever you want i’ll survive

This made me laugh out loud cause imagine Chuuya threatening Akutagawa to take care of you or else and he’s just standing there confused like 🧍 also I might have gone off track from the request so my bad 😞

CW: minor language cause it’s Chuuya and I was gonna out a spoiler warning for Akutagawa past/S2 but then I realized I didn’t name drop so we’re good 🤠

Chuuya’s not stupid.

He’s far from it really.

So he doesn’t understand why his damn sister and his subordinate think he is!

You think he doesn’t notice those longing glances Akutagawa gives you when he thinks you’re not looking? How his tone doesn’t necessarily match the harshness of his words? How he just practically became your shadow, going anywhere that you were? God, it makes him cringe when he sees how awkward he is when he tries to hold a conversation with you, sounding so stiff that he pities him. Then he remembers who he likes, and it gets his blood boiling all over again.

It’s the most obvious thing in the world that Akutagawa likes you, and even if he feels a headache coming on, he can’t help but feel a little bit sorry for him. He’s been acting as a mentor for him since his…original one left (and he still wants to beat his face in because of all the damage he’s done) but in a much better and healthier way. He’s treating Akutagawa as a real person, not just a weapon for the Port Mafia, and this included helping him in any way he could and actually bonding with him outside of their work. Neither one of them were blessed enough to have a normal upbringing, but Chuuya was going to try his hardest not to remind him of that whenever he needed him on stuff that seems simple. Like this whole situation- that he would have been more than happy to help if the crush wasn’t on his little sister!

Chuuya loves you, you’re the only family that he has, so you can’t really be mad at him for reacting this way. He dealt with you joining the Port Mafia, but to have somebody ogling at his sister on a daily basis? He’s cracking his favorite wine glass just thinking about it!

He knows that while Akutagawa “looked up” to his old mentor, didn’t mean that he was a carbon copy of the guy. He still has his own sense of morals, even if it was…twisted at times. He realizes that he’s smart and confident in his ability, but is dense as hell when it comes to anything social.

But he is cruel enough however to make him regret being born if he finds out that he did anything to you-

“Akutagawa.”

Which lead to him confronting said boy (who’s honestly confused) outside of this new cafe you’ve been dying to go to.

“I don’t know what your plan is with my sister, but it better not be any funny business! I see you trying to sneak around with her- what you think I don’t see that?! I’m not a dumbass like- GRRR just listen! If you do anything to (Y/N), I’ll swear I’ll make you regret it. I may like you, but don’t think for a second that I-“

“Won’t hesitate to crush you and blah blah blah- Are you done yet? You’re kinda spoiling our tea here.”

And then you came outside, holding onto your sweet treats waiting to be shared.

“I- shut the hell up! Who do you think you are talking to your older brother like that?!”

“Your younger sister who’s tired of you stalking us!”

“STALKING?! Excuse the hell out of me for being concerned!”

“Oh stop pouting. And just because you’re concerned doesn’t mean you have to send people to follow us every time we step out of the office.”

This was just a blow up waiting to happen, honestly. You don’t know why your brother thinks you’re just the most oblivious person on the planet, but he does. Actually oh wait- you do know why! Because he’s your dumbass older brother who thinks he knows everything and that you don’t. And you noticed how much hovering he’s been doing ever since you started hanging out with Akutagawa more.

You guys aren’t even dating!

Yet.

But that still doesn’t excuse his behavior. Sending people to follow you guys, popping up when you guys get even a millisecond alone, openly glaring at him so much that you don’t think he even realizes it anymore.

“Now can you leave us be? You’re causing a scene here and look! You’re upsetting Aku!”

“AKU?!” You even have a pet name for him now?! And poor Akutagawa is just…lost on what’s going on, along with the other bystanders.

“Anyway BYE big bro that’s ironically short, see you at home! Don’t try to kill anyone and quit being a weirdo!” You yelled, dragging Akutagawa away as quick as possible.

“Hey! Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you- HEY! THIS ISN’T OVER YOU TWO! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!”

“Yeah it’s like we live at the same place or something!”

“I WASN’T TALKING TO YOU-”

You two were already crossing another street when he just gave up. The nerve of you, ugh you act too much like him sometimes. You’re too headstrong and stubborn like him, but he really is just watching out for you.

But then he sees how relaxed Akutagawa is around you, how he’s letting you in slowly but surely, and he starts to think that…there’s a chance that he might be able to deal with this-

“Wait- SHORT?!”

Then he’s foaming at the mouth again.

Bonus:

“…Aku?”

It seemed that your little nickname caught Akutagawa off guard too.

“Like it? I know I’m just the best at-”

“Don’t call me such a ridiculous name in front of people ever again.”

“Hm…so only when it’s just us, got it.”

Even if it wasn’t verbal you could tell that he agreed, if trying to turn his face away from you was any indication.

He’s not the friendliest guy, and he can be cold, but he’s trying, and you can see this going somewhere.

You can tell he does too.

#bsd akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x reader #ryunosuke Akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs reader insert #bungou stray dogs x reader #Akutagawa

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC is Half Demon and Blah Blah Blah-

Time for the Group Retreat!

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

I’m quite hyped for this one, ladies, gents, and esteemed readers! For simplicity’s sake, since this is before M!MC and A!MC arrive, L!MC will go back to being referred to as just MC. Enjoy the Headcanons!

Since the previous Underground Tomb incident ended much less violently, Lucifer is now more worried than angry about MC’s rampant shennaniganery.

Like... his kid was poking holes in his totally foolproof “Your cow-uncle went to live on a farm in the human world” story. What if MC somehow got into the attic and got hurt?!

It didn’t help that they were still in this weird phase of their father/child relationship. On one hand, Lucifer obviously cares for his kid, and his kid likes him... but it’s also only been less than three months and we all know how emotionally constipated Lucifer is.

MC’s also getting REAL sus of all the secrets their dear old dad is keeping... doesn’t help that they STILL haven’t went up into the attic.

Anyhoo~ the announcement for the retreat was a barrel of laughs.

“I’m proposing, a group retreat!”

Everyone met Diavolo’s announcement with the exact same confused reaction. It’s like the entire assembly hall was doing the ‘Guy Blinking’ meme.

“A... group retreat?” Lucifer repeated slowly. “For what reason exactly, Lord Diavolo?”

The Crown Prince was giddy with excitement as he explained. “MC told me about their middle school overnight trip and it sounded like it would be quite fun!”

Simeon, Luke, MC, and Solomon were all seated next to each other in the ‘exchange student seats of less importance’. Luke leaned over and whispered a question to MC.

“Why are you so friendly with the crown prince?”

MC smirked and shrugged. “Lucifer had the Demon-Flu and couldn’t go meet with Lord Diavolo last week so I went for him. Lord Diavolo’s surprisingly bad at Connect Four but has really good luck in Snakes and Ladders.”

Luke’s jaw dropped in complete and utter shock and horror.

“We’re playing CandyLand and the Game of Life next time, want to come?” MC added.

“Play CandyLand... with him..?” Luke looked at Diavolo, who was still explaining his plan for the retreat, then looked back at MC. “I’ll only go to shield you from his corrupting influence.”

“Yeah... Corrupting...” MC had to hold back a laugh at the thought of Diavolo, who during MC’s visit lit up like a Christmas tree upon being called ‘Dia’ and believed that Mood Rings were the greatest human invention ever, being a corrupting influence.

“MC! Torture dungeon or no!?” MC was snapped out of their conversation by Mammon shouting at them from his seat.

“What?”

“Do ya think there’s a torture dungeon under the castle, or not?”

“I’m not sure,” MC turned to Diavolo. “Lord Diavolo, is there a torture dungeon under the Demon Lord’s Castle?”

There is in fact, no torture dungeon. Presumably...

Everyone packed up and headed out to the Demon Lord’s Castle!

The fabulous seven all broke several speed limits and traffic laws in order to be there early. Listen, they had to get there before Purgatory Hall, it was a matter of pride.

Besides, what’s the Royal guard going to do? Arrest six of the seven rulers of hell and a kid? Ha. No. Not when Diavolo controls their paychecks.

The rooming situation remained the same, Asmo, Simeon, and MC were roomed together, and MC got to watch Asmo get psychologically profiled by Simeon. It was truly a sight to behold.

MC was nice enough to assure Asmo that they really liked him and thought he was very sweet.

Asmo, not used to being complimented on his personality, almost started openly weeping.

So, the tour of the Demon Lord’s Castle began! Asmo got yelled at by his ex in the painting and the usual batch of idiots got sucked into the catacombs under the castle.

Lucifer wasn’t terribly sure how or if he should express his concern for MC being stuck in the labyrinth.

All these new fatherly feelings of worry are very very odd. He didn’t worry this much for Satan, mainly because Satan was usually the threat.

Even as a baby...

Lucifer found himself checking his DDD every few minutes to see if MC had texted or called from wherever the painting dragged them to, never mind that if they did text he’d hear the phone ding.

“Lucifer, don’t worry too much,” Diavolo patted Lucifer on the shoulder, a bright smile on his face. “Your brothers and MC will be perfectly fine! There’s nothing too dangerous in the catacombs that they wouldn’t be able to take care of.”

Resigning himself to the fact that MC was under the care of his last choices for babysitting, Lucifer put away his DDD. “I know they’ll be fine, but I’m not overly pleased with the situation.” He shot a glare at Helene in the portrait, who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“Lucifer worrying about someone, I’m truly, genuinely shocked.” Hearing Satan’s attempt at goading him, Lucifer, flawless demon that he is, resisted the urge to throw his DDD at his brother.

“Quiet, Satan.”

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“WHY THE FUCK IS A SNAKE DOWN HERE?!”

“ITS HENRY 1.0!”

“YEAH THAT REALLY CLEARS STUFF UP, LEVI!”

MC and Levi continued their screaming match as the group ran for dear life from a giant snake.

Yeah... nothing the brothers couldn’t handle... sure, Lord Diavolo...

They made it out of the scary catacombs... don’t worry.

Lucifer did that parent-thing where he cleaned the catacomb dust off MC’s face with a napkin.

Yay! Parenting!

Failed pillow fight attempt #1 happened that evening. Because Mammon was obsessed with being the fun-uncle and saw his brothers encroaching on his place as favourite uncle.

MC doesn’t know how to break it to him that he’ll probably always be the favourite uncle and he doesn’t have to be such a dumbass to keep his spot.

Scavenger hunt went on as canon dictates.

Asmo had his diva tantrum and stormed off, but MC also wanted to win so they didn’t go after him.

Clearly expecting someone to go beg him to come back, Asmo was very annoyed when no one went after him.

“Um, helloooo? Anyone going to comfort me~?”

“Nope.”

“Well I don’t want your comfort anyway, SOLOMON.”

It was very close, L!MC insisted their loss came from sabotage. No evidence was found but just LOOK at Satan’s face.

Time for the Formal Dance~

If you’re wondering why Luke didn’t say anything when MC was suddenly poofed into their demon form, you’re assuming that Mammon wasn’t in on the “let’s prank the chihuahua” plan.

“Mammon..? Is MC behind you?”

“Nope! Why?”

MC was able to get to the other side of the ballroom with Luke none the wiser! Hell yeah, nothing like screwing with your friend!

So it’s canon that Lucifer is like, a solid 20/10, therefore MC is ADORABLE. What I’m saying is, some of the younger demons asked them to dance.

Asmo was also being MC’s hype man, which was very nice of him. Mammon also tried to give advice on how to be cool and suave. Beel was there for moral support.

“Alright kiddo, you need to be aloof and mysterious! People love aloof and mysterious, that’s why I’m so popular.”

“Don’t listen to him, MC. He flew into a wall as a kid and it killed all his brain cells. Just be proper but not snooty, sweet but not saccharine, friendly but not annoying,”

“Ask them if they want to share some of the hors d’oeuvres.”

“Okay, first, aloof and mysterious are the last words I would ever use to describe you, Mammon. Second, Asmo I have no clue what you’re asking me to do. Third... Beel that’s the best advice I’ve received in recent memory.”

None of that mattered anyway because MC got swarmed with dance offers.

“Well,” MC smirked and held out their hand at the demon that was bold enough to ask them to dance first. “I admire the confidence.”

The demon’s smile brightened, then dropped completely when their gaze drifted behind MC. “I uh... on second thought... I’m gonna...”

MC’s potential dance partners all quickly scattered to the snack table. The half demon growled and turned around to see their father acting like he didn’t just scare away MC’s groupies.

“Father! What was that for?!” MC huffed, Lucifer rolled his eyes and grabbed MC’s wrist and began to pull them away from the dance floor.

“You’re too young to dance.”

“That’s crazy! They looked like they were my age.” MC protested, their wings fluttering in annoyance.

“Even if they looked to be your age, MC, they’re hundreds of years older.” Lucifer said calmly.

“What about that equivalent age stuff you told me about? Like how Luke is hundreds of years old but by angel/human standards he’s technically younger than me?”

“That doesn’t matter right now.” Lucifer lightly pushed MC towards the hallway that led back to their room.

“But I want to dance with someone!” MC felt their wings involuntarily fluff up.

Lucifer turned and smiled at his dear little brat, crouching slightly to get to their level. “Not on my watch.”

MC’s face was literally this: >:0

Lucifer is out here being the dad in every comedy that involves someone bringing home their partner to meet their parents.

MC was banished to their room, they spent their time angrily reading the manga they had packed.

When Levi escaped the party slightly later MC grilled him for details of what went on after they left.

“Nothing too interesting... except... um...”

“Spit it out, Levi!”

“...lrddiavlondlucferdnced”

“I can’t understand you, stop mumbling.”

“Lord Diavolo and Lucifer danced together...”

“...”

“I MISSED THAT?!”

So yes, MC’s desire to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping stems from VENGEANCE!

How DARE their father send MC up to their room and make them miss their OTP dancing together!?

So they call up their troupe of idiots and get ready to go be menaces to society.

MC also invites along Asmo because he seemed like he could use the adventure.

And because MC couldn’t plan the prank without Asmo noticing so it was better to just implicate him as well...

“Grrr...”

MC brightened and clapped their hands. “I know that growl!”

“It’s not my stomach, I packed snacks.” MC couldn’t see this, considering the room was pitch black (it must’ve been some kind of magic because demons have excellent night vision), but Beel waved a bag of chips in the air and got to eating.

“No, I’m not talking about your stomach, Beel.” MC skipped towards the source of the growling despite Mammon and Levi’s pleas for them to stop.

Ah! There he was!

“Cerberus!” MC cooed, the three headed dog stopped growling and barked happily. “Whose a good boy? Is it you?”

Cerberus let lose a bark that would probably make anyone crap their pants, but MC giggled and kept petting him. “Yeah! You’re the good boy! You like cuddles! Yes you do! Yes you do!”

A flash of light from a camera caused MC to drop their baby talk voice and stare angrily in the direction where the light came from.

“Whoever took that picture better delete it or I’m going to feed you to the dog.”

Cerberus growled in agreement. What a good boy.

“Well, as nice as this is...” Asmo huffed. “We’ve clearly been duped because this is not Lucifer and Diavolo’s room.”

“Oh well!” MC chirped and continued to pet the three headed dog. “Look at the doggy!”

“MC, you’re crazy. Dontcha ever forget that.” Mammon whimpered as Cerberus growled at him.

So yeah, they couldn’t get out of the room, so they ended up opening up the other door and falling into the catacombs like a bunch of lemmings.

Asmo charmed Henry, and they got out of the labyrinth no problem.

Yay! No consequences! Oh no- hi Lucifer.

Lucifer gave them all the mother of all lectures. Satan showed up with the rest of the gang and brought popcorn.

Belphie wasn’t there, okay? Satan needed to be a little shit for him.

Ah yes, the pillow fight... Mammon’s crusade to be the best uncle culminated in a massive pillow fight that ended with MC, Lucifer, and Diavolo standing over everyone’s unconscious bodies.

So they uh... won the pillow fight.

MC couldn’t sleep. They legitimately couldn’t. As exhausting as the pillow fight victory had been, everyone was snoring, and MC was bleary eyed and awake at one in the morning.

They eventually sat up and looked around, Asmo was passed out in a very unflattering position, Solomon was chanting god knows what in his sleep, Levi was half hanging off Simeon’s bed, Simeon and Luke were sleeping like angels (hehehehe-), Beel was in the middle of eating his pillow in his sleep, Mammon appeared to be dreaming about winning the lottery, and Satan was... suspiciously absent.

He was there a minute ago... weird.

Deciding that this wasn’t worth it and they should just go sleep somewhere else, MC got out of bed and avoided stepping on anyone as they vacated the room.

The Demon Lord’s Castle at night could rival the House of Lamentation in terms of overall creepiness. MC had gotten used to the spirits and curses that littered their home, but they had only been to the Demon Lord’s Castle once before, so they were extra careful not to accidentally touch anything. Their stomach rumbled and they frowned.

Damn, they had the midnight munchies... they needed a snack.

MC made their way to the kitchen and on there way, noticed a peculiar room through a half open door. Taking a few steps back to peek into it, they noticed... doors. A lot of doors. And ivy covered steps. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to any of the placements, and the room was... weirdly chilly.

“You can come in if you’d like, MC.”

Barbatos’ voice nearly caused MC to hit a high note that they hadn’t been able to hit since their voice began to change. They straightened out their wrinkled pyjamas and stepped inside.

The butler himself was walking down one of the flights of stairs.

“Um...” Quickly remembering their manners, MC straightened their posture and cleared their throat. “Good evening Barbatos.”

Barbatos smiled and inclined his head in turn. “Good evening to you as well, MC.”

“How did you know it was me outside? You were up there a second ago.” MC asked.

“It’s a part of my powers. I can see possible futures, and I foresaw you passing by my room and getting curious.” Barbatos explained.

“Oh,” MC said, half nodding and continuing to look around. A the sound of a door closing out of MC’s vision made them squeak and look around for the source of the noise. “What was that?!”

“It’s nothing to be worried about.” Barbatos raised his hands in a placating gesture. “These doors in my room are gateways to different timelines and some are gateways into the past of this particular timeline. That was another version of me passing by.”

“Does this... happen often?” MC knitted their eyebrows.

Barbatos hesitated before answering. “Not really. It’s quite rare. Lord Diavolo has expressly forbidden me from using my full powers freely.”

“Ah... makes sense...”

“Now, I believe you came down for snacks?”

MC blinked in surprise. “How did you- oh... the time magic...”

“Yes, the time magic. Now, would you prefer yogurt and fruit, or apples and peanut butter?”

“Yogurt and fruit please!”

I’m sure MC’s knowledge of how Barbie’s room works will totally not come into play later. I’m sure.

Solomon and MC graced the brunch table with their cooking. I think you can guess how it would have turned out if Barbatos hadn’t intervened.

Rest In Peace to Beel’s tastebuds.

Anyway, the rest of the retreat was all fun and good.

MC may or may not have slipped up and called Diavolo ‘Dia’ in front of Lucifer. It would’ve sparked a lecture if Dia’s puppy-like excitement wasn’t so damn adorable.

Lucifer’s got a heart... somewhere... it’s probably all shrivelled up and tiny, but I’m sure it’s there.

Everyone went back home, brought closer together through... pillow fights and surviving Solomon’s cooking I guess..?

Anyway, MC got home, unpacked their stuff, watched Kakegurui with Levi and Mammon, let Asmo paint their nails, made and ate dinner with Beel, continued their piano lessons with Lucifer, and received a 100% fake smile from Satan.

It was a nice day with their new family, MC curled up in their bed and prepared to go to sleep.

“Help me!”

MC lurched upwards in their bed, whipping their head from side to side, trying to find the source of the voice. Their room was completely empty, the perks of being half demon extended to being able to see in the dark. No new smells either, they were alone in the room.

Auditory hallucinations were common before falling asleep after being sleep deprived, creepy, but not too unusual.

“MC!”

Okay- that one couldn’t be ignored. It was common knowledge that the House of Lamentation was definitely haunted in some capacity, but the ghosts never really bothered the demons living inside, MC was partly convinced that some of the ghosts didn’t even notice that the demons were there. So it couldn’t have been a ghost calling their name.

“MC! I need help!”

The voice reverberated through their head, like it was trying to hit every part of their skull to make sure it was at least felt if MC couldn’t hear it. MC massaged their scalp and got out of bed.

The House of Lamentation at night truly lived up to its haunted reputation. Cold, clammy, dark, even by demon standards. No spooky old house was going to scare MC though, they walked down the hall with their head held high.

They walked closer to walls and furniture, knowing that the floor was less likely to creak in those areas. How did they know that? Mammon had told them it worked like a charm. Well, it’d work better for him if he stopped tripping over the furniture and alerting Lucifer.

MC was much more nimble and careful, stepping slowly and lightly around the hallways until they reached the door to the attic. They reached out to clasp their hand around the doorknob, then froze. It smelled like…

Oh no.

MC leapt away from the door like it was rigged to explode if they touched it and practically dove for cover into an alcove. The all too-recent smell of Lucifer’s fancy cologne and the increasing sound of someone coming down the stairs made them clamp their hand over their mouth and crouch down.

What was their father doing up there?

He had said the attic was full of old junk and there was no reason to go up there, so why exactly did he-

The door slammed open and Lucifer stomped down the hallway back towards his room, MC presumed. They were about to let out a sigh of relief when the footsteps paused. MC felt their heart drop right into their gut when they heard the footsteps coming back in their direction.

What were they going to say to him when he found them? ‘Sorry! This isn’t where the bathrooms are!’ The last thing MC wanted was to add to their father’s ever growing list of stresses. MC was totally responsible and grown-up, their father didn’t need to worry.

MC clamped their eyes shut and tried to slow their heart rate. Demons were beings of darkness and shadow, they could blend in quite easily. They took a deep breath, cleared their head, and felt the shadows of the hallway shift and cover them like a blanket.

Lucifer’s footsteps stopped, MC heard a tired sigh, then the footsteps started up again, this time in the direction of his room.

They allowed themselves a sigh of relief before relieving themselves of their hiding space and opening the door leading to the attic staircase.

If the rest of the House of Lamentation was considered clammy, cold, and foreboding, the attic staircase was that multiplied by a factor of twelve. MC felt themselves shudder involuntarily when they stepped closer to the staircase. Every primal part of their brain was telling them to turn around and walk away, but one tiny part was holding them back. They placed their foot on the first step, waiting for any kind of resistance, nothing other than the feeling of passing through invisible cobwebs.

“MC?”

Upon hearing their name, MC craned their neck to try and get a look at what could be waiting for them at the top of the stairs.

“Are you coming, or not?”

The cascade of warning sirens that began to blare in MC’s head went ignored as they continued to scale the staircase.

When they reached the final step, they were met with a long hallway, with a single door on the right side of the wall.

“H-hello?” MC tried to instill some force into their voice, but it still ended up quavering a little.

“Down here.” Someone knocked on the wall next to the door, almost causing MC to jump.

Oh. Oh no. MC stood straight in front of the door, and when they saw who was looking back at them they nearly passed out.

“Belphegor..?”

Belphegor’s eyes flashed as he gave MC a once over. His eyes narrowed when his gaze snapped to MC’s. The analytical expression melted into a lazy grin.

“That’s me,” he said softly. “Nice to finally meet you, MC.”

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lumosandnoxwriting · 3 years

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listen.

i know it’s hockey!fred and soccer!george in this house but you know how in my soccer!george fic soccer!fred was there too?

imagine supremely cocky soccer!fred like loping on down the field and winking at pretty girls and during quarter breaks he like swings himself into the bleachers to sit by girls and is like

“so who’s your favourite player? mine’s that handsome ginger bloke going on down the line, took the Mickey right outta me” but then he tries that on y/n and she’s like highly unimpressed and he’s just like in awe and confusion of wtf who is this laydee

fred would definitely then redouble his efforts because there’s no way in hell that he’s not going to impress y/n by the end of the game. but each time he does something he looks over at her and she’s just, so unimpressed and he's just like grrr what's wrong with her

but then plot twist: coach makes the team go to the girl’s soccer team game and lo and behold: y/n is the captain. and fred is just sitting there watching her play with his jaw dropped because she’s one of the best players he’s ever seen and he could watch her gracefully handle the ball as she runs down the field for hours

but when he tries to ask her out on a date she says no so he challenges the girl’s team to a soccer match against the boy’s team. if the boys win she has to go out with him, if the girls win he'll leave her alone. and she agrees because she knows that the girls will win

but the girls on the team secretly want y/n and fred to get together so they lose on purpose and she has to go out with him and she actually realizes what a funny guy he is and she falls for him

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fairfaxleasee · 3 years

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DADW Killer Gnomes (Part II)

@rangeredacted gave me the amazing/terrible suggestion to write something about killer garden gnomes for @dadrunkwriting. I wrote Part I last week (you can check it out here but couldn't finish because I had my second COVID shot.

But here's the end, in all it's bloody, camp horror glory:

Cullen pushed Solas out of his way and strode out of his office. He looked around for any sign of the blighted gnome the Inquisitor had brought back to Skyhold (he didn't care what Solas said, Ayala Trevelyan had brought the thing into the castle, she was responsible for everything that happened because she did - besides, if she hadn't put it in the garden, he wouldn't have taken it out of the garden and awoken it).

"Commander, as distasteful as we both find the idea, might I suggest things would proceed more smoothly if we were to work together to attempt to contain the gnomes you've released?"

"For the last time, Solas! This was not my fault!"

"Debatable, Commander. And while I am perfectly willing to engage you in such a debate, I do not believe that this is the time for such a discussion. If you would listen, I believe even you would not miss that we have bigger concerns than laying blame." Solas paused and inclined his head slightly. Now that the man wasn't lecturing him, Cullen could hear the screaming coming from several directions around Skyhold.

Cullen pursed his lips and glared.

"It is pleasing to see that you are occasionally capable of being rational. Perhaps you will realize that the entire situation was your fault after all."

As tempting as it was to push the man off the parapet they were on and into the carnage below, Cullen decided against it. Solas might be still be useful, and he could always push him later.

"Alright, Solas. You want to work together? Fine. What do you suggest we do first?"

"Well, that depends, Commander. Just how many scouts that seem to have on concept or concern whatsoever for their surroundings wander around here?"

"Too many." Cullen crossed his arms.

"Then I believe we should assume that the screaming is not coming from them and that they have already been... repurposed by the present adversary. We should therefore also assume that there are too many of the gnomes wandering around to attempt to capture them. As such, I believe the first thing we should do is find Ayala."

"So help me Solas, if you just want to check and make sure your girlfriend is okay -" Cullen didn't have an end to the threat, but judging by Solas' face he wouldn't have heard it anyway.

After a few seconds of silence, the man opened his mouth and drawled. "Not that I have any expectations at all that you will listen to me about this, but I am in no way concerned about Ayala's safety. I have every confidence she is perfectly fine, which is the reason I believe we should seek her out. Neither my magic nor your shields are any sort of match for her barriers."

The fact that Solas had a point about why finding Ayala was their best move only made the entire situation worse somehow. He exhaled through his nose and spoke through gritted teeth, "...fine. Where'd you leave her?"

Solas looked up and shook his head in a gesture Cullen hated. "I did not 'leave' her anywhere, Commander. Last I saw, she was on her way to the kitchens."

"Alright, we'll go to the kitchens then," Cullen took a step away from the apostate, but the man obviously had other plans because he tugged Cullen back towards him by his jerkin.

"I believe we should go around the long way. Unless, of course, you wish to meet a similar fate to your scouts."

Cullen looked down at the carnage in the coutryard below. "I... fine. You have a point."

Taking the long way around to the kitchens took a bit more work than Cullen would have liked (particularly when Solas lept effortlessly across the gap in the roof to get from the parapet to the main castle and had to keep Cullen from falling off - he'd never live that one down). Of course, Cullen liked what they found in the kitchen even less than he'd liked getting to the kitchen.

Ayala was kneeling on the floor next to the table and was handing out kernels of popcorn to individual gnomes while engaging them in what she seemed to think was perfectly normal conversation despite the fact that they were covered in blood and viscera.

"No, I already told you you can't have another one before everyone gets one."

"Bar-ra-rrr!"

"I'm not sure we have any more I can make."

"Ra-rargh-arr."

"Uhhh... I think they keep it in the larder? If you bring up more from there, I can make more and then you can have some."

"Rargh-arg-rarr."

"Well then you're not getting any more until everyone else gets one. Now scoot." She picked up the protesting gnome and put it aside from the line that had formed in front of her, then tapped it slightly to encourage it to move.

"Grrr-rar-rr..." The gnome saw Cullen and apparently decided to work out is frustration on being denied popcorn on him as it clawed its fingers and began running directly towards him. Cullen lashed out with a quick kick that launched the thing toward the nearest wall where it shattered and released a large cloud of dust.

"Is that dust something we have to be worried about?" Cullen glared as he directed the question at Solas.

"Not unless you are allergic. However, it does mean that was not the original gnome. The original gnome will not be destroyed so easily."

"Lovely." Cullen started striding towards Ayala, who had resumed handing out popcorn.

The gnomes waiting in the line took offence to Cullen's movements, but unlike the one he had just kicked, their protests weren't aggressive. One of them rapped his boot with its fist and gesticulated angrily between Cullen, the popcorn, and the back of the line. Cullen glared down at the thing. He was in no mood to be lectured on manners by a blood-covered, killer garden gnome.

He reached the table and grabbed the bowl of popcorn away from Ayala. She looked up at him in alarm. "Hey! That's mine!"

He was denied the opportunity to respond to her protest by the entire line of gnomes turning on him. He tried throwing the popcorn on the ground, but the gnomes were far more interested in trying to tear him apart than whatever they wanted the popcorn for. "Solas? A little help?"

"Perhaps you should think of this as a lesson in taking things that aren't yours, Commander. Besides, if you can't handle a few statues, perhaps the Inquisition should be seeking someone else for your position regardless."

Cullen threw whatever gnomes he could get his hands on at Solas (and annoyingly kept missing, the man was just as slippery in his movements as his words). Between that, his kicks, and the fact that he was in armor, he managed to get rid of the blighted things without being injured that badly in the process.

He shook out his jerkin just to make sure none of the creatures were hiding in it. Once he was convinced that the kitchen was currently free of them, he turned back towards Ayala. She and Solas were whispering to each other, but more concerning than that was one of the damn gnomes that was perched on her shoulder. The thing spotted Cullen and stuck its fingers in its mouth and protruded a stone tongue in his direction. Cullen snarled and stalked over to the pair (three?) of them. As soon as he was close enough, he reached out for the gnome, only to be thrown back against a far wall by one of Ayala's barriers.

"...Inquisitor, we've talked about you looking before you lash out with a barrier!"

"You surprised me!"

I surprised her. She was feeding an entire line of blood-covered garden gnomes popcorn and I surprised her!

Cullen thought he saw a grin flash across Solas' face before he turned back to Ayala.

"Vhenan, do you recall finding the ring your friend here was describing?"

"Yeah, Cullen took it." She pointed towards him. "But I can find it. He puts all the stuff in his office."

Cullen growled as he stood and dusted himself off. He decided to ignore the unfounded accusation and instead try and figure out just what was being discussed while he was busy trying not to die. "What ring?"

Ayala and the gnome walked out the door leading to the castle proper, leaving Cullen alone with Solas. All things considered, Cullen would rather have been left along with the gnome.

"There is a ring that will allow an individual some modicum of control over the gnomes. They appear willing to work for Ayala, so long as she can supply them with popcorn."

"Why," Cullen wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer, "Do they want popcorn?"

"In all honestly, Commander, I have no idea. I admit, I was under the impression that the creatures did not eat, however it does not appear that giving them access to popcorn causes any harm. I suggest you try not to dwell on it."

Cullen barely resisted the urge to scream.

A few days later and the mess caused by the blighted garden gnomes still wasn't cleaned up (and while Cullen would never admit it, the peace brought on by the distinct lack of oblivious scouts was a relief). Cullen had shut the doors of his office to the scene (and the smell) and was trying to re-create some of his files (there were tiny foot and hand prints all over his originals). He looked up when the door swung open and Ayala walked in.

"...Inquisitor. Welcome back. Did you remember the rule this time?"

The one good thing that had come out of the mess was Cassandra insisted that she accompany Ayala again to make sure the mage didn't sneak (or, as was her story, "accidentally forget") anything into Skyhold again.

"Yes, they're bringing everything I found."

"...they?" Cullen wasn't sure why, but he did not like the sound of that.

"Yeah. They. I'm going back to my room now." She turned and strode out of the office.

In her wake, a line of oversized piles of junk, suspended in the air by little stone legs, began to strut into Cullen's office. The first gnome deposited its pile on Cullen's desk and grinned at him before trotting off after Ayala.

"...Cullen?" someone whispered.

"Vhenan, it does not count as informing the Commander if you speak too softly for him to hear you."

Cullen started at the condescending drawl. The next thing he realized, his forehead collided with his desk as his chair slid out from under him. He shook his head a few times to clear the last vestiges of the worst nightmare he could recall having (and check to make sure the piles of useless trinkets he had just watched the gnomes deposit in his office were figments of his imagination).

"Look what I found!" Ayala triumphantly placed something grey on Cullen's desk and grinned at him. "I want to go put him in the garden, he says he'll like it there."

Cullen could feel the throbbing in his forehead, but whether it was from hitting it against the desk or the sight of the thing Ayala wanted to put in the garden, he didn't know. The thing that was currently on his desk looked far too much like Cullen's least-favorite apostate (right down to the superior frown and downcast eyes) with a comically large head. He glared across his office at the man whose image the thing appeared to be carved in.

Once their eyes met, Solas' narrowed and he mouthed, "Get rid of it, Commander!"

Cullen pursed his lips and shook his head. He slammed his hands down on the desk. "OUT!"

Ayala leaned away with a slight frown on her face. "So... I can put him in the garden?"

"NO!" Cullen snatched the thing off his desk.

Ayala jumped back. Her frown was more pronounced and Cullen thought he might have just made her cry. Again.

"Come, vhenan, it appears the Commander is in yet another of his moods."

Solas swung his arm towards the door to Cullen's office to invite Ayala out. She nodded and shuffled off, still looking upset. Solas waited until she had passed him before turning to Cullen with a glare and a hiss of, "Get rid of that, Commander!"

Cullen decided against calling after the man to remind him of which of them was in charge. Instead he grabbed the gnome and rushed to the tallest part of Skyhold he could find.

"You were never here." He shook his finger at the thing, pulled his arm back, and sent it flying as far as he could throw it.

He never heard it hit the ground. Hopefully, the ground was just too far away for him to be able to.

#da drunk writing circle #fanfic #horror #parody #solas/trevelyan #solas/f!trevelyan #solas/inquisitor #solas x trevelyan #solas x inquisitor #solas x female inquisitor #cullen #dragon age cullen #cullen rutherford #commander cullen

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OK IM COMING OFF ANON BC IM LIKE 👀👀 FIRE EMBLEM BUT OK.... bc my brain is circulating around fe and twst, what dorms do you think the three houses cast would be in? (and the girls can go into the girl school you created :))

A/N: *PTERODACTYL SCREECHES*

Now! I normally don’t do headcanons, but honestly this is the type of headcanon fun that I’ll do so I’ll... probably edit my rules so I can do more stuff like this since it’s fun! I’ll do you one better and do the girls twice! I went really ham.

For Night Raven College:

Heartslabyul

Edelgard von Hresvelg - Edelgard is in Heartslabyul because her response to being pissed off is a lot like the Queen of Hearts--she decides to topple the monarchy and recreate Fodlan. On that note, I can see her fitting Scarabia too, but closer to Heartslabyul. She’s probably Riddle’s favourite junior. Trey likes her, Cater has tried to flirt with her (Cater: “never again”). Ace and Deuce are probably intimidated by her, and she doesn’t try to get along with them.

Hubert von Vestra - I was pretty close to putting Hubert in Diasomnia, but he’s a pretty stubborn guy and will push himself into Heartslabyul. Plus, he’s a pretty strict guy so Heartslabyul isn’t so bad for him... What’s that? You want to know who Hubert gets along with? *chuckles* oh how naive, he only sees Edelgard. I can see him getting along with Riddle and Trey. Trey more than Riddle because Trey makes great coffee. He thinks Cater, Ace and Deuce are frivolous and a waste of time lmao.

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd - Dimitri is in Heartslabyul because his response (”KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM”) to getting completely pissed off mirrors the Queen (“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD”). IRONICALLY, he and Edelgard are very alike in that aspect--but while Dimitri is hot anger--Edelgard is cold anger. They both have pretty terrifying rage. Pre-war, the two really did get along so hence I don’t think Heartslabyul will implode. Other than that, he’s actually a pretty peaceful guy unless completely set off. He’d be respectful of his seniors (especially Riddle and Trey), a little miffed at Cater because he’s like Sylvain. He’s okay with Ace and Deuce, but likely gets along better with Deuce. They vibe pretty well.

Dedue Molinaro - Honestly, I could see Dedue in Scarabia too, but I figured he’d find some way to make sure he was with Dimitri. He gets along well with everyone, with their only note that he’s a pretty silent, careful guy. He gets along best with Trey because they like to exchange recipes, and Cater appreciates how Dedue is always willing to help out with the gardens.

Ingrid Brandl Galatea - Actually might compete with Edelgard as Riddle’s favourite junior. Riddle probably likes that Ingrid is strict on herself. She is, however, definitely Trey’s favourite junior because of how enthusiastic she is with his cooking. He think that’s adorable. Cater is scared of her because she treats him like Sylvain LMAO. Ingrid probably also sees Ace in the same way. I think she actually likes Deuce and would help him where she could.

Savannaclaw

Caspar von Bergliez - Savannaclaw has the most because I put the “punch first, ask later” characters into this lmao. Caspar being the most telling. Ironically, the Savannaclaw characters who are named are anything but that lmao. Leona is either dismissive or annoyed by Caspar’s energy. Ruggie thinks Caspar is hilarious. Jack and Caspar would probably get along really well, with Jack probably becoming more noisy/enthusiastic with a friend like Caspar.

Felix Hugo Fraldarius - Leona and Felix might get along well, especially with how Felix dislikes chivalry. Leona, however, will be irritated if Felix kept trying to fight him--as Felix does. Felix probably doesn’t think much of Ruggie, and probably likes Jack a lot because of his strength. Jack and Felix will likely agree to disagree on underhanded techniques. Though I think Felix thinks it’s situational. Underhanded techniques in matches are a no-go, but underhanded techniques in a life-or-death sort of thing is a yay.

Raphael Kirsten - Again, “punch first, ask later” character. He also has that hardworking trait, because he wants to help his family. Probably gets along well with Jack the most tbh. Ruggie probably doesn’t care much about Raphael, until Raphael comes up to him asking for saving tips and stuff. Then Ruggie would see him in a different light. Leona just thinks “great another one.”

Leonie Pinelli - Leonie is primarily here because of her tenacity. She definitely gets along well with Ruggie, and they share tips on how to save money/reuse items. Leonie’s likely to hang out with Ruggie the most, when he’s not with Leona. I think Leonie is pretty 50/50 with him. Like she can respect him, but she might not agree with everything he thinks. Definitely gets along pretty well with Jack though.

Balthus von Albrecht - Leona probably thinks “why did I get a third one?” He probably doesn’t do to well with Leona because Balthus is a very loud guy. Ruggie definitely thinks he’s amusing, and is shook when Balthus admits about his debts and his need to pay back. Another one for the “Ruggie-senpai how do you save money” (I’m also a part of this club). Also gets along well with Jack. (Jack can try to deny it but he’s actually a person who is easy to get along with.)

Octavinelle

Mercedes von Martritz - The most terrifying Octavinelle member. The Donna of Octavinelle. Look, Lorenz is terrified of her. She can still see the Death Knight as Emile, her little brother. She mothers the whole of Octavinelle, and Azul probably pretends he doesn’t like it but actually enjoys it. She can out squeeze Floyd, and now Floyd is probably also a little terrified of her. Jade finds it all funny.

Ashe Ubert - Honestly considered Ignihyde and Diasomnia from this boy before I ultimately chose Octavinelle. He fits in with the Octavinelle trio with his skill sets, but unlike them--Ashe is only mean to the people who he thinks are deserving of it. He uses his skills for good, and he’s a very Robin Hood character if you think about it. Also Ashe in a tux is sending me, help. Floyd probably enjoys threatening him with squeezes. Azul and Jade appreciate Ashe’s honest hard work, and probably enjoy it even more when he’s willing to use his skills to get back at others. He’s definitely one of the lead workers at Mostro Lounge--when people know he’s on schedule to cook, Mostro Lounge is flooded and Azul is happy.

Yuri Leclerc - Yuri, Azul and Jade on the same side is terrifying. Like can you imagine the amount of double crossing they’d do? But here’s the thing, Yuri is also incredibly generous to those he thinks are deserving--which I think is what makes him suit Octavinelle. Yuri especially gets along well with Jade. He probably flirts with the Octavinelle trio. Azul and Jade would probably be impressed because I imagine Yuri can say what Floyd wants to hear so that Floyd would listen to him.

Scarabia

Petra Macneary - I wasn’t too sure where to put Petra. I almost put her in Heartslabyul because she’s pretty strict onto herself, and I almost also put her in Pomefiore because she’s a huntress... but it’s essentially because she’s a huntress that I decided to put her in Scarabia. I figured as a huntress, she probably has that ‘deliberation’ aspect of Scarabia. Jamil respects Petra a lot for her craft, Kalim thinks she’s slightly scary but pretty okay all around.

Annette Fantine Dominic - Annette probably wanted to be in Diasomnia, but she won’t complain and will instead work really hard in Scarabia. She’s probably Jamil’s favourite junior because he can relate to her strive to work hard and prove herself. In turn, she admires Jamil the most from the way he handles himself and Kalim. Annette enjoys her time with Kalim though, they often have small food appreciation sessions though. She also tries to help tutor Kalim, but Kalim is one tough nut to crack.

Claude von Riegen - Jamil hates Claude HAHAHA. Primarily because Claude figured out that Jamil is definitely hiding something, and he’ll spend the rest of his high school(?) life figuring it out--much to Jamil’s despair. Jamil can at least appreciate that Claude helps bring up Scarabia’s average (with Annette). Claude and Kalim definitely get along well because they probably both enjoy parties.

Pomefiore

Dorothea Arnault - Um hell yeah! She’s probably a popular MagiCam cover artist, with a couple of her own original songs. She’s pretty and classy. She and Vil would definitely also get along--they’d probably exchange beauty tips and stuff. She probably would have a soft spot for Epel, because they have similar roots, but she’d probably take him aside to tell him he should take advantage of his looks to win. She probably thinks Rook is weird.

Ferdinand von Aegir - His appreciation for beauty is Ferdi’s primary reason for being in Pomefiore. Vil probably appreciates Ferdinand a lot more than what anyone thinks because he has a fresh and sweet admiration for beauty. Ferdi and Rook are pretty okay because Ferdi would probably not? call him out. Ferdi and Epel is a bit of a 50/50, wherein Ferdi probably unknowingly insults Epel, Epel fights back, and now they get along.

Lorenz Hellman Gloucester - Lorenz and Rook probably get along well because they both have a similar appreciation for beauty. Lorenz will be a bit confused as to why Rook likes to stalk people? But other than that, Lorenz’s position in Pomefiore is because he appreciates beauty and considers himself beautiful. Vil probably thinks Lorenz could stand to try harder at it, but as long as Lorenz is trying then Vil has no issue with him. Epel doesn’t like him, “grrr eat the nobility” (Doro is proud of her son).

Hilda Valentine Goneril - I’m going at this because Hilda is really talented in the arts. ALSO CAN YOU IMAGINE THE POWER OF VIL SCHOENHEIT AND HILDA GONERIL? TOGETHER? Oh my god, Hilda’s my favourite FE3H girl, and seeing her side by side with Vil is sending me! They’ll be so popular, like can you imagine Hilda making Vil’s accessories? Them, featuring on each other’s accounts? Match made in beauty influencer heaven. Epel would start out disliking her, but then when he sees how strong Hilda is, he’d start to like her more. Hilda just think he’s cute. She also finds Rook strange.

Ignatz Victor - His position in Pomefiore is also primarily because of his artistic sensibilities. He’s probably flirted with most of Pomefiore just because he keeps bringing up how beautiful they are. Vil probably commissioned him once to do a painting, and Ignatz became an overnight celebrity on MagiCam. He can get along with Rook, and a little with Epel.

Ignihyde

Bernadetta von Varley - I MEAN. Where else would I put Bernie? She probably is shut off in Ignihyde, and is terrified of Idia because she think he’s out to get her--because whenever she leaves her room he’s also there. (In Idia’s defense, he think SHE’S out to get him because she’s always there when he leaves his room... it’s a never ending cycle with these two).

Linhardt von Hevring - I almost put him in Diasomnia, and honestly I could still put him there... but the reason I chose Ignihyde, is because I think his love for research outweighs his interest in the actual magical feats of Diasomnia. Also, if I remember from... Chapter 1? We didn’t see any Ignihyde students in the cafeteria, so I’ll believe that they all prefer to just stay in unless it’s an important event (which suits Lin very well). I can definitely see Linhardt being interested in Diasomnia though. He’s probably sleeping buddies with Silver.

Constance von Nuvelle - I almost put her in Heartslabyul BUT THEN I REALIZED! Constance is basically Ignihyde personified. She’s more Ignihyde than Idia himself LMAO. Like she’s all quiet, and shy during class, but when she retreats to Ignihyde’s dark dorms--she’s loud, bossy and generally unlike them all. Idia gets a whiplash whenever he sees the 180. Ortho thinks she’s fun.

Diasomnia

Sylvain Jose Gautier - Okay honestly, I almost put him in Pomefiore, but then I realized how much Diasomnia suited him more. LISTEN, everyone would be convinced that Sylvain is definitely Pomefiore material, only for everyone to be surprised when he’s put in Diasomnia because of how smart he actually is. Though he acts a little bit like the black sheep of Diasomnia because of how unlike them he is--he’s definitely going to stun a lot when he comes out with really high grades. Malleus would be impressed. Lilia would just know. Silver is asleep. Sylvain and Sebek... I can see Sylvain having no issue with him but not the other way around.

Lysithea von Ordelia - OF COURSE I’m going to put Lysithea in this house. She’s the little spitfire and darling of Diasomnia. I can see Malleus being really fond of her. In Lysithea’s pursuit of knowledge, I can imagine Lysithea would bug Malleus a lot for help--and Malleus would genuinely be pleased that this tiny little human bothers him so much. He’d love to teach her. Lilia would probably tease Lys often, but would always help her when she needs it. Lys would fight Sebek, and is pretty neutral to Silver.

Marianne von Edmund - Marianne thinks she deserves to be in this house because of her bloodline, and it probably makes her very sad. Lilia probably realizes what she feels and does go out of his way to cheer her up. Lilia probably pushes her towards Silver a lot though, because Silver is a pretty low maintenance friend. Marianne and Silver would also get along really well because they both get along well with animals, and spend a lot of time just sitting in the middle of a forest somewhere--just doing that. Marianne is probably scared of Malleus (and knowing her situation, Mal probably won’t push). On the other hand, Marianne is the one person Sebek can’t fight.

Hapi - If she can summon magical beings with her sighs, then I can see her in Diasomnia just so that Malleus and Lilia could watch out for her. I can definitely see her bantering with Lilia, and just chilling with Silver. She probably... gets irritated with Sebek actually. They fight each other a lot with the use of petty insults lmao. Sebek does not appreciate it, but Lilia finds it funny so he sometimes eggs on their fights haha.

Special Thought: Byleth/s are probably Diasomnia graduates.

For The Garden Academy:

House Cosmos

Mercedes von Martritz - Mercie’s ability to remain positive in the face of all the things she was faced with is the primary reason I chose this house~

House Zinnia

Dorothea Arnault - Because Dorothea is kind to those she knows deserves it. I think I see her very similar to Cinderella, except a tad bit more jaded.

House Eglantine

Constance von Nuvelle - it’s the House of Sophistication! Need I say more? I do believe that Eglantine suits Constance the most, especially for the sake of her noble house.

House Anemone

Petra Macneary - Her interest, and general curiosity--plus willingness to learn more about the world is why I thought she suited Anemone the most.

House Rose

Bernadetta von Varley - I chose this because she shares a love for books with Belle. I think, like Belle, she uses books as a form of escapism.

House Jasmine

Lysithea von Ordelia - her desire to be independent and seen as an adult capable of making her own choices was the primary motivation for this placing!

House Sage

Marianne von Edmund - Marianne’s preference of interacting with animals, and her love for religion is the primary reason why I chose House Sage~!

House Peach Blossom

Ingrid Brandl Galatea - because she understands the importance and weight of honor. And also because I think in Peach Blossom, she could learn that she could gain honor by remaining as she is.

House Water Lily

Annette Fantine Dominic - Annette is honestly a lot like Tiana--determined to prove herself through honest hard work!

House Chrysanthemum

Hilda Valentine Goneril - As the House of Artistry, I think Hilda would love it here because she’ll be allowed to pursue the one thing she enjoys--creating accessories~!

House Thistle

Edelgard von Hresvelg - placed her here because she’s a lot like Merida, wherein she wants to choose and create her own path.

Hapi - Honestly, I put her here because of her distaste for authority. She’s very, openly critical about what she thinks is wrong.

House Hibiscus

Leonie Pinelli - Ironically, House Hisbiscus shares the same belief as Savannaclaw which is tenacity. Since I chose that house based on Leonie’s tenacity, I decided to keep with it.

#aiwrites #aiheadcanons #twisted wonderland #fire emblem three houses #twst #twst headcanons #fe3h #fe3h headcanons #you can see im biased at points... sorry xD

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mikkomacko · 4 years

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Sweet As Honey Instagram 6 WEDDING EDITION

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Y/nTomlinson: Final thread of the best boyfriend I've ever had. Thanks for being wonderful and photogenic bub 💛

Coming tomorrow: First thread of my dreamy hubby and a username change 💍

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Harry.Styles: I think I just fell even more in love with you 🥺💗

NickTheGrim: I thought you said you'd post embarrassing pictures 🙄

Y/nTomlinson: NickTheGrim I tried! He's too beautiful to have embarrassing pictures! Grrr

SteveandMarie: Wonderful man! I'm so happy and excited for you two!

Kate_Whick: I can't believe you spent your last night as a single woman crying over pictures of Harry.

Harry.Styles: Kate_Whick HEY she hasn't been single in years!

ScottyRees: Kate_Whick why won't you love me like that?

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Harry.Styles: Tomorrow the missus becomes my Missus™️. You're the only gal I'll love enough to lie about my birthday to the waiter for a free dessert x

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Y/nTomlinson: Here's to a lifetime of lying to restaurants for free desserts 💗

NickTheGrim: Couples who lie together, stay together

ScottyRees: Tell Kate to start lying to waiter's for me please

Kate_Whick: ScottyRees Sorry but I'm no Harry Styles

Harry.Styles: Kate_Whick you can try but you will not succeed. I'm one of a kind

SteveandMarie: Wait. You've been stealing desserts? Instead of just coming and getting desserts from me?!

Y/nTomlinson: SteveandMarie It was Louis' idea. Get mad at him, he's not getting married tomorrow

Harry.Styles: SteveandMarie ^

LouisTommo: Harry.Styles Y/nTomlinson HEYY

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Harry.Styles: Kissed my fiance in a chapel with our family watching. Then snogged my wife in a hallway with our photographer gagging

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Y/n.Styles: The real magic was in the hallway, contrary to everyone's belief

NickTheGrim: Oh please you full on snogged her in the church too

LiamPayno: ^ Tongue and everything man

Kate_Whick: As the maid of honor, it was beautiful. As your friend, it was disturbing

LouisTommo: The priest gagged

ScottyRees: Babies cried

Harry.Styles: LouisTommo ScottyRees bitches hate

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Y/n.Styles: Love you forever 💍

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Harry.Styles: Wifey 😍👅

Harry.Styles: Love ya baby <3

NickTheGrim: Harry.Styles Those comment had such different energies

LouisTommo: NickTheGrim Crackhead energy

Y/n.Styles: LouisTommo He's my crackhead thank you very much

Kate_Whick: Congrats sista from another mista. If anyone can treat you better than I can it's Harry

ScottyRees: Kate_Whick Do you love my crackhead energy?

SteveandMarie: Congrats baby! You two are match made in heaven

#sweet as honey instagram #sweet as honey #fluff #husband harry #harry styles #harry styles imagine #husband harry Styles #wedding

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Scorpia/Adora Coffeeshop AU for @blackbyakko for the @sherawintergiftexchange!

it’s very cheesy and rushed, but hope you like it!

paring: Scorpia/Adora rating: G length: 2.1k words

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For my best friend Entrapta! Good luck on ur robot! (^ ᴗ ^)/

Since her first day working at the cafe, Scorpia has always written kind and encouraging messages onto every single customer’s cup. Sure, her coworkers complain about not being to find the name quickly enough when it’s time to call it out. And sure, sometimes the queue of customers get irritated by the longer wait...

But it’s fun! And it keeps people happy! It’s part of the reason why Scorpia loves her job. It makes the coffee shop feel more like family, rather than business.

For some quirky reason, Entrapta insists on her espresso being served in the smallest sample-sized paper cup that’s available. It’s made it difficult for Scorpia to write out her message on it. Her hands aren’t exactly danity, and neither is her penmanship.

(These meaty claws were meant for sweet sweet loving, not for writing tiny tiny letters.)

The bulky, fluffy letters cover almost the entire surface area of the cup. The emoji at the end barely makes the cut, but she manages to squeeze it in.

“Another mini espresso, coming right up!” Scorpia says, setting the cup down at the end of the line of pending orders. “Hey, uh, Entrapta… Do you think you should slow down a bit?”

It’s the tenth coffee in a row that her eccentric pig-tailed friend has bought, and Scorpia is starting to worry about her caffeine intake… Can baristas start cutting people off? Or is that only a thing for bartenders?

“What? And waste my precious time unconscious when I could be working? Never!” Entrapta proclaims when the notion of “slowing down” is suggested to her. She’s practically vibrating.

Scorpia sighs.

After Entrapta goes to wait for her drink, Scorpia takes the next customer’s order-- but she notices that her trusty marker is almost out of ink. Man, this things really go quick-- this is the third one this month!

“Mermista! Do you know where we keep the markers?” Scorpia calls out to the other side of the bar.

Her less enthusiastic coworker groans in response. “You do know that we’re getting paid minimum wage, right?”

Just as Scorpia is about to remind her about the importance of kindness and customer service. Mermista holds up her hands and says, “Hold up, forget I asked. I’m clocking out in two minutes.”

“Already? I thought you were working until closing with me!”

“Oh, right. You don’t know yet,” Mermista realizes. “We have a new girl. She started yesterday, and she’s taking over the rest of this shift.”

Scorpia’s eyes light up. A new coworker! This could be a new friendship opportunity! Not that Mermista isn’t great, but sometimes she can be a bummer when working. The Etheria Coffee Co family could stand to gain another member who has the same passion for the art of barista-ing that Scorpia has!

Right on cue, another person comes in from the back room. She greets them joyfully, “Hi!”

Immediately, Scorpia’s excitement turns into huge disappointment.

Really? Really???

Of all the eligible working young women in this town, they just had to pick the most irritating person to ever exist, with the most obnoxious personality and the most ridiculous forehead-enlarging hair poof.

They make eye contact, Scorpia’s sharp glare battling against Adora’s wide-eyed surprise, and the two buff baristas say in union--

“Oh.”

/ / / / /

“Two non-fat peppermint mochas, a sixteen-ounce americano, a salted caramel latte, and a orange-mango-agave smoothie are on the bar!”

It’s been a week, and Adora is absolutely insufferable.

She somehow manages to make six drinks simultaneously, putting together even the most complex drink orders as if she’s made them all a million times before. It’s like she’s some kind of latte-making superhuman!

Of course, she’s great at the job. Why wouldn’t she be great at everything she does?!?! Grrr.

She even convinced Entrapta to drink decaf coffee for a while instead, telling her that it’s a missed opportunity to experiment with placebo effects of caffeine. Why didn’t Scorpia think of that?!

But the worst part?? Despite the fact that Scorpia has been working at the shop for two months, Adora keeps asking her if she needs help with something. It’s like she’s always looking for a reason to swoop in and play the hero, like someone needs her to save the day from coffee shop mayhem. It’s infuriating!

And no, it has absolutely nothing to do with the Catra situation, thank you very much. Scorpia is irritated by all of this for completely unrelated reasons! Adora is a terrible coworker! That is the one and only explanation.

“Phew! I’m glad the place is finally starting to slow down! How’s it going over there, Scorpia?” Adora asks.

When Scorpia doesn’t reply, Adora looks over at her, and she becomes concerned at the completely crushed cup in Scorpia’s clenched fist. “Er… Scorpia? Do you want to take a break? I can handle it from here.

Oh here we go again. Scorpia doesn’t need Adora acting like she’s better than her all of the time! She is the furthest thing from a damsel in distress. And after the past week of having to tolerate all of this, Scorpia can’t take it anymore!

“Alright, alright! We GET it, Adora! You can handle it! You can handle everything! Well, I, for one, don’t need your help!” Scorpia snaps, too loudly.

“What? I’m just trying to be nice!”

“... W-o-w.” Mermista’s draws out her monotone reaction as she pokes her head in from the back room. “So can both of you, like, stop being weird and help me lift some of these boxes?”

Adora and Scorpia glare at each other, but-- now that it’s incredibly awkward and uncomfortable-- they silently agree to move on. For now.

They follow Mermista to the back storage closet, where she directs them to a tall stack of boxes to carry out. They’re small but surprisingly hefty. Nevertheless, Scorpia lifts one onto her shoulder with ease.

Adora picks up two.

So, naturally, Scorpia picks up three more.

Yes, in fact, this just became a weight-lifting competition.

They keep at it for a bit, stubbornly matching the number of boxes that the other person is carrying until they’re huffing and wobbling around. But there’s no way Scorpia is backing out now! This is easy-peasy. The sweat on her forehead means absolutely nothing, except that maybe the air conditioner stopped working.

“Can you hold the door open for us?” Adora asks Mermista, her voice strained.

“Nope,” Mermista answers, swiftly closing the door.

“Uh,” Adora says.

“Um,” Scorpia echoes.

They give each other confused side-glances.

“Neither of you are leaving this closet until you learn how to at least pretend to like each other,” Mermista says calmly from the other side, followed by the sound of the door being locked. “I do not get paid enough to listen to you argue all the time.”

Adora sets down her boxes-- (phew, game over! Scorpia wins)-- and goes to jiggle the doorknob. “Mermista, this isn’t funny! Open the door!”

No response.

She lets out a groan and turns to Scorpia. “What was that all about, anyways?”

The totally-innocently-and-not-petty-at-all barista shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You blew up at me for no reason!”

“I had a reason! Many reasons.”

“Like what?”

“Like... I just… I don’t need you coming here and beat me at this, too!”

Adora pauses for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Scorpia mutters. “It’s not the first time I’ve had to compete with you...”

So Adora asks the big question, “Is this... about Catra?”

“No!!! I mean, sort of! But not really! I just… ugh...” Scorpia sinks to the ground, cupping the sides of her face with her hands. “I’m over all of that-- really!’

Well, guess it’s out there now. If she dies in this cafe storage room, it might as well be with an honest heart.

Although things didn’t work out between her and Catra, she really is over it!

What she’s not over is how jealous Adora made her feel. Even if Catra and Adora are only friends, it didn’t feel great to be compared to someone... even if she herself was the one doing the comparison.

Scorpia tries to explain, “It’s more like... I don’t like being reminded that you’re better than me, ok? I know that it’s not a competition, but for some reason, I still feel like I’m always competing with you!”

Adora stays silent, unsure of what to say.

“You’re really amazing,” Scorpia admits. Her cheeks redden. “I know you are, but you don’t have to rub it in…”

After a few moments of sitting in the awkward silence, Adora crouches down with her. “If we’re being honest… I think you’re more amazing than I could ever be.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, I do!” Adora insists. “I know we haven’t gotten along after the drama with Catra happened, but... I think you’re a good person! You’re strong, you’re loyal, and you genuinely care about people… You do kind things because you want to, not because anyone expects you to! I don’t even know if I can say the same for me...“

“Oh, uh…” Scorpia wasn’t expecting this. If she hadn’t been blushing already, she definitely was now. After all, Adora’s an honest person. She wouldn’t have said all of that if she didn’t mean it.

“It’s never been a competition,” Adora assures her.

Scorpia lets out a slow, shaky laugh. “... Ok, I might have been letting the past get to me. I shouldn’t take it out on you. I’ll get over it, I promise!”

Adora smiles at her. “Sooo does this mean that we’re friends now? Or at least friendly coworkers?”

“At least friendly coworkers,” Scorpia agrees with a grin.

Adora stands up, offering her hand to help Scorpia up as well. “Now let’s get out of here!”

She helps Scorpia up knocks on the door again.

… Still no response. Uh oh.

“Uh… Mermista?” Adora calls out.

Scorpia wonders, “It was almost closing time when we came back here… She wouldn’t leave us in here overnight, would she?”

Oh no… she totally would. Scorpia can’t die in a coffee storage closet! She had so many plans! Who is going to water her plants? Who is going to inherit her motorcycle? Who will take over the duty of writing her signature coffee cup messages???

“I’m going to break the door down,” Adora announces.

“Wait, I don’t know if that’s the best idea--” Scorpia beings to tell her, but Adora is already preparing to throw herself at the door.

With a mighty battle cry, Adora rushes towards the door, shoulder braced for impact-- but just before she hits the wood, the door swings open to the other side.

“Whoa there!” Scorpia lunges forward to catch Adora before she falls onto the floor. Who’s the hero now, huh?

“Two things,” Mermista says.

“One, you’re not supposed to use your shoulder; you’re supposed to kick. You would know this already if you read Mer-mystery: The Vanishing Clownfish, like I told you to many many times.

“Two, I am not getting my pay docked because two idiots broke the door.”

/ / / / /

It’s been a month, and work has been great! Once Scorpia let go of her gay pettiness, she and Adora have been getting along really well. She can’t believe that she used to hate her!

That isn’t to say that Adora doesn’t have her annoying moments-- she does-- but Scorpia feels like she’s learned a lot more about her. Once Adora gets more comfortable, she actually has a very silly, fun side.

Like she does this really cute thing where she puts weird emphasis on some of the drink orders when she calls them out, like frapPUcciNO-- wait, cute? Uh. Scorpia meant funny. Funny and not adorable at all.

Oh no. Not again.

Scorpia is finishing up a latte and sorting out her thoughts, when she notices Adora walking in through the front door.

“Oh, hey, Adora! Are you working today?”

“Hey, Scorpia! Ah, about that…” Adora says, “I came here to tell you that I’m quitting.”

“Aw, man… Really?”

“I got a promotion at my other job,” Adora explains. “They gave me a lot more hours, so I don’t have enough time to work this one, too...”

“I didn’t even know you had another job!” Scorpia gawks. She hopes that Adora hadn’t been overworking herself this entire time. “But... congratulations!”

“Thanks! So... we can still be friends, right?”

“Of course!” Scorpia affirms.

She’s happy for Adora, but she can also feel her heart sinking. A few weeks ago, she wished that Adora would quit-- but now... it’s heartbreaking. Talk about a one-eighty. She and Adora had the start of a beautiful friendship going on, and it sucks that it might come to an end.

And now, after realizing how much she’s going to miss all of the time she’s spent with Adora...

Scorpia also realizes something important.

“... Can I get you some coffee?” she asks Adora. “On the house!”

Adora grins back. “Sure!”

Alright. Here is it. Possibly the most important coffee cup message that she has ever written in her entire life! Gotta make it good!

Her heart is pounding, and she writes out:

For Adora, the best coworker I’ve ever had! (Don’t tell Mermista! )

(Also, want to go on a d hang ou maybe if you’re at all interested we could go out sometime? Together?)

#she ra winter gift exchange #she ra secret santa #adorpia #scorpiadora #scorpia #adora #words

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Oh bae grrr don't apologize!! I'm just glad your day was alright, and I hope you get some rest tonight!! My day was okay. I was just in front of my laptop since I had classes, and then I finally finished my slides, and had another leo meeting. My brother was a royal pain in the ass the whole day istg, but I'm fine now :) thanks for asking btw!!

Aww but that's so admirable! Gotta love teachers like that, haha. And I totally get that! That one uni I researched is probably the one I've set my eyes on. I've done EXTENSIVE research on it, so I don't want to set my sights on other places. What about you? Do you have any specifics for your future uni?

ikr?? He's just grandpa Kuroo to me istg. He's also an ENTP, and I vibe really well with ENTP's, so haha I think that'll also be cool.

I AGREE SOMUCH. Shōyō is just such a cute smol bean. He'd be the best little spoon, honestly. i agree thoo, they're all amazing characters, and probably would be so fun to hang out with 😭

that's actually pretty great!! I hope the cases come down to double or single digits soon!

oh nice!! And aaah I've heard A LOT about Russian food, it honestly sounds delicious. (I just love hearing people talk about food and culture. I could read/listen to them for hours istg). And aw that's such a cute story. I'm sure they were all really glad you introduced it to them. Confuzzled tho... Y-you don't like cottage cheese? :O

Yes you should be proud!! Today I was ready to kill my brother, then I saw your message(‼️) and I decided I could let him live a little longer, because I was busy reading it.

Ah yes!! Your country's flag colour too!! Tho the blue is such a pretty shade, it's like a teal? So pretty‼️💖💖💖. The Malaysian flag is just like an off-brand US one 😭🤚

and aw I'm glad I'm right! I only know one other person who has white as their favourite colour, and she's the best (Angel). So maybe both the cool people in my life like white xD my favourite colours are pink and yellow :>

Yes, why wouldn't they be? I cherish anything anyone makes for me, and especially you, because you're truly that special. Love you!! Sleep well, sweet dreams :))

—ari (gone back to signing my name with lame ol' Ari because I'm out of ideas. Also. I'm getting territorial over my nickname because at today's leo meeting there was this other guy also named Ari and we DID NOT vibe well grrr)

Hey hey!!! I know I answered like ... 24 hours late which sucks a lot, very sorry :(( I'm hoping your day went good today too!! Tell me about it?

Oh I'm glad you got the work done! Mind showing me a few slides? I'm curious hehe~ Also I'm going to have to detach your brother's ribs for bothering you, my apologies😁

Yeah!! They really make me feel like there is a reason to keep going. Like, at least to make them go "that's my student!!"😭

Well, since I got all the research done for me, I just mostly did research on what its actually like to be a translator, you know? I read through like 24 articles on both languages I know and I think I'm prepared xD I'm gonna look up the unis my teacher suggested soon though, and probably question some of the students because I'm desperate like that😝 Hopefully that'll pay off

Hehe, yea, the way he acts like he has seen life is adorable in a way. That's so cool though, imagine having the luck to have your personality match your favorite character's😭 I really wish I had an extroversion trait in my mbti xD I'd really need that ..

YES also you saying he'd be a little spoon made me want to cuddle him SO BAD I'm JSJDJWJDJ I want to give him a headpat and squish his little cheeks .....

Not gonna lie, I wish I could spend a year with one character each day. How cool would that be? You get a hang out and maybe learn something new. Then live in pain for the rest of your life because they wont be here anymore but that's nothing to worry about

I really hope so too!! Honestly this has been crazy. And the way everyone still refuses to cover up their nose... sometimes I wonder if it's ok to mock people who got COVID, cuz like, it's not always their fault, but when you saw that person without a mask before and now they're in the hospital, it's kinda funny, in a rude way. I'm an asshole, I know, I'm sorry😔

Yes yes, if you ever get the chance to try it, you should!!! I'm really sure you'll love it. You should try adding ketchup and mayo mix as well! It'll do magic

Oh no, I LOVE cottage cheese (mixed with sour cream and sugar..🥰🤤🤤), I just really hate it when its cooked or baked. Like ... that's it, its warm and so much soggier now. What have you done? You ruined it. Congratulations! You've lost my respect. Well, not you of course, anyone who cooks cottage cheese xD it's like water, it sucks when warm.

Awh what !!!!! That makes me so happy??!?!? I bring you that much joy you pass up on murder ?!?? That's a lethal strike ma'am were getting married again

Yeah!!! I also kinda like the symbolism. And the story. Which is an honor for this whole place because I really dont like this country xD dont ask why~ personal reasons. Though it's so much more peaceful than others, so that's also great hehe. The Malaysian flag is kinda funny now that you call it like that😭😭😭 I still think it looks cool though!! I'd call it "Asia's USA" but that would, uh, be more of an insult, considering the state (see what I did there? Haha states... haha) of the country right now😓

Welp, the purest people like the purest colors xD just kidding, we're all probably chaotic~ at least out of everyone I know, everyone with white as their favorite has done something no normal person would do (ex. One of the color-white-lovers I knew tried stealing 7 shopping carts😐 I really didnt believe him until he showed me the photo of the fine he got.) Pink and yellow are such a good combination🥺🥺 they're like peach and sunset and uhh... PB&J, if that counts? Peanut butter is now yellow, deal with it😔 Anyway they're really pretty, together or not !!! what's your favorite hue?

Daww... you're so sweet... I'm melting🥺🥺😭💕💕 just so you know I also created a separate album for the stuff you drew me <3

I hope you sleep well tonight!!! You deserve it after all♡♡♡

Dawwh😭😭 I know what it feels like. Sometimes people with your name embarrass themselves so much, it makes you embarrassing because you have the same name. It's not the situation you're in, but uh ... another example? xD I could change your tag to "Shortcake🍰💕" if you'd like😝

#Ari💕#i know you said not to apologize but #i mightve worried or frustrated you so😡#im very sorry!!!#i love you!!!#💕💓💕💞💞💝💓💖💞💖💕💝💓💖💕

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Hope for the Holidays 2/?

Happy Holidays Everyone! I’d like to dedicate this story to all those who have taken the time to read my stories - I’m so grateful! I hope you enjoy this AU where Felicity and Oliver meet over the holidays when they find love right next door. Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the lovely edit. Also available on AO3.

2. O Christmas Tree

Felicity was finishing up her meeting with Thea, she could not stop her eyes from straying to the door again. She hoped Thea hadn’t noticed, she really thought Oliver would stop by.

“That’s about it. I think we can schedule our next meeting for the New Year. You are coming to the Queen Consolidated Holiday Party, right?” Thea began gathering her computer and coffee cup from the conference table.

“Sorry, Thea. Must have spaced out for a moment. What did you say?” Felicity noticed a twinkle in Thea’s eye almost as if she knew Felicity was thinking about her brother.

“I was just asking if you were coming to our holiday party?” Thea smiled.

“Of course! Caitlin and I are both coming, she will be bringing her husband, Ronnie.” Felicity smiled.

“What about you? You know you can bring a date.” Thea gave her another knowing smile, Felicity was getting a little weirded out by it.

“I know, I’m good on my own. I’d better head back. It was nice to see you, Thea.” Felicity heading out of the Queen Consolidated building surrounded by a little cloud of disappointment. She’d only met him LAST NIGHT but suddenly she needed to see Oliver. Felicity gave herself a little shake as she walked out the revolving door. Talk about too much, too soon, she needed to chill but it wasn’t every night that her own personal hero came to save her…

~~~~~

Oliver was been trapped in a meeting from hell. His father wanted a full update on what was happening in their London offices. It wasn’t that bad a meeting, Oliver knew it only felt that way because he was distracted. He didn’t want to miss Felicity coming to Queen Consolidated.

The moment his father got a call he needed to take Oliver was out the door. He rushed to Thea’s office only to find it empty. He stopped at her assistant’s desk, trying to appear patience as he waited for her to get off the phone. He continued to bounce on the balls of his feet.

“Mr. Queen,” she acknowledged him as she hung up the phone. “Your sister is in a meeting in the boardroom. Did you need her now or would you like me to book you an appointment?”

“No need for an appointment, I’ll find her.” Oliver rushed to the boardroom hoping he was about to see Felicity Smoak.

As he approached he saw Thea meeting with an older man, definitely not Felicity. He felt a crushing disappointment. Thea saw him through the glass windows and motioned for him to come in.

Oliver nodded, entered the boardroom.

“Mr. Kord this is Oliver Queen, my brother. He’s just rejoining our team here in Star City after working in our London offices for the past few years.”

Oliver leaned forward to shake Mr. Kord’s hand.

“Oliver, Mr. Kord runs Kord Industries as I’m sure you remember.” Thea nodded to Mr. Kord. “We are actually working together for the first time thanks to Smoak Technologies. Their CEO Felicity Smoak has created a biostimulant, it’s her patent but she wants to mass-produce it so the average person can afford to walk like she can, that’s what Queen Consolidated and Kord Industries are supporting.”

“Did you just imply that Felicity Smoak uses the biostimulant to walk?” Oliver was too shocked to hide it.

“Yes, she was in a car accident about two years ago, was paralyzed. She worked night and day to create this biostimulant, then convinced her best friend Dr. Caitlin Snow to do the implant. The two work together at Smoak Tech, while they have other projects the biostimulant is their main focus.”

“Wow. I mean, wow...I had no idea. Yes, I knew about the biostimulant but I didn’t know there was a working one inside her, I mean inside her back. I’m even more impressed than I was last night…” Oliver was truly in awe of Felicity Smoak.

“Last night?” Thea gave him a look.

“If you will excuse me, I have a meeting across town in an hour,” Mr. Kord stood. “Ms. Queen, I’m sure Ms. Smoak will be pleased with our progress.” Mr. Kord turned to Oliver. “Nice to see you again.”

As soon as Mr. Kord was out of the room. “Last night, Oliver? Do tell???”

“Come on, Thea, there is nothing to tell. She lives across the hall from me, but I’m sure you already knew that...in fact, I think maybe you planned it.” Oliver tried to give Thea his most intimidating look. It worked on everyone but Thea.

He stared for another moment. When she didn’t cave he decided to cut his losses to find out what he really wanted to know. “Where is Felicity?”

“It’s Felicity, now…no Ms. Smoak?” Thea teased.

“Of course, it’s Ms. Smoak!” Oliver began to feel defensive. “It’s just when she introduced herself last night it was Felicity, so…” Oliver trailed off, knowing he couldn’t win this one.

Thea began to laugh, “I’m sorry, Oliver. I’ll stop teasing. Felicity was already here and gone today. You missed her but if you want I can invite you to our next meeting.”

“Please do.” Oliver nodded, he began walking toward the door.

“About tonight,” Thea began.

“Pizza?” Oliver smiled knowing his sister’s love for junk food.

“Yes, but I was also going to say I didn’t have to decorate your place so if you could pick up a tree, I’ll bring some ornaments. We’ll have a tree trimming party. You have to admit the place needs to be Christmatized?”

“Christmatized?” Oliver laughed. “Okay, I’ll get a tree on the way home.”

~~~~~

Felicity wasn’t taking any chances tonight, she picked up Big Belly Burger on her way home. Tonight she was having a real meal, instead of her usual popcorn and wine. Maybe she was growing as a person?

It was another long day, Caitlin brought them both extra large coffees as promised this morning. She was so jittery, she was worried that Thea was going to say something. Coffee didn’t usually affect her so much. It had to be the coffee, it certainly wasn’t anything else, Oliver hadn’t even shown up.

“Grrr.” Why was she holding on to this ALL DAY?

Caitlin tried extra hard to get her to spill and get over her grumpy but to no avail. Felicity closed herself off in her office running code, trying her damndest to match it to DNA outside her own. What good was this biostimulant if only worked for her? Not that she wasn’t grateful to be walking be everyone else should have that option too!

The day was done now, she was going home, putting her feet up as soon as the elevator arrived. She watched the numbers tick up from the parking garages to open at the lobby for her. As the elevator doors opened, she was shocked by the sight in front of her.

A Christmas tree. Just a tree. It appeared to be on its own. It was the holiday season but generally, trees had owners. Should she get in?

A muffled voice called out, “Can’t hit the open button! If someone is there, maybe I’m talking to no one. The doors are closing soon.”

“Oh!” Felicity exclaimed. There was someone there. “I’m getting in.” She got in the elevator next to the HUGE tree.

She leaned forward to press her floor number and noticed it was already lit. This could only mean one thing. “Oliver, did you get eaten by a Christmas tree?” She began to giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Haha” came the muffled voice behind the tree. “It didn’t look this big on the lot.”

“It’s impressive.” Felicity looked the tree up and down. “I’m kind of impressed you got it in here all by yourself.” She wished she could see Oliver’s reaction to her compliment but he was trapped behind a huge tree. “Sorry, I missed you at Queen’s Consolidated today.” There was something about not being about to see his face that made her bold.

“Felicity Smoak. Nice to see you again...well sort of...I” The muffled voice was cut off by the ding of the elevator as they reached their floor.

“How about I help you get this tree out? Let me go first, I’ll put my bags down in the hall then we can both manoeuvre the tree to your place. Sound like a plan?”

Felicity was pretty sure she heard a “Much appreciated,” come from behind the tree.

“Felicity, I’m going to push the tree forward, so you get the top the lighter end, I’ll carry the heavy end. Sound good?”

“Alright, give it to me.” Give it to me? Felicity knew she was blushing and he couldn’t even see her.

Oliver chuckled. “Okay, I’m going to slowly push the tree forwards now so the top comes out of the elevator first. Let me know if it’s a problem. Remember the worst thing that can happen is we drop the tree.”

“Okay, I’m ready,” Felicity called out.

The tree began to fall forward, Felicity was there to catch it. “Alright, got it. I’ll start walking toward your door.”

She began walking as Oliver slowly came into his view his black pea coat covered in pine needles. “I think you got some tree on you.” For some reason this struck her as hilarious. He looked adorably rumbled and covered in Christmas tree.

“Fel-ic-ity,” Oliver sounded annoyed but she could tell by the smile on his face he was faking. “Don’t drop the tree.” He tried to sound stern but her laughter was contagious. “You think that’s funny? We are going to have to swing around in a circle. I need to get to my door with the key.” Oliver just shook his head.

“Rocking around the Christmas tree,” Felicity began to sing, badly, as the tree around in the space between their two condos.

“Oh my, what did I do to deserve you?” Oliver shook his head as he unlocked the door. Once he got the door opened, he turned back to Felicity. “Ready to bring it in?”

She nodded. Stifling a laugh when she looked at Oliver. He might even have pine needles in his hair.

The got the tree inside and propped against the wall. “There,” Felicity looked at the tree. “Well done us.”

“Yes, what a feat. Can I offer you something to drink? Thanks so much for helping.”

“No problem. After you were my hero last night, it was the least I could do. But I should be heading home, my supper is in a bag in the hallway.” Felicity began walking toward the door.

“I understand. But if you’d like to come by later Thea and I will be decorating the tree. We could always use the help.”

Oliver gave her a broad smile that made her knees a little weak. For a moment she wasn’t sure what to say so she decided to go with the truth. “I’ve actually never decorated a tree before.”

Oliver looked incredibly sad. Like someone kicked his puppy.

“Oh no!” Felicity needed to stop his thought process, STAT. “Don’t feel bad for me, it’s not like that at all. It’s just, I’m Jewish so we didn’t have a tree. My friends had trees and I see them everywhere they are quite lovely we just didn’t have one. I know I could if I wanted, I just haven’t...well,” Felicity took a deep breath she knew she was babbling. “I mean…”

“Felicity, I would love it if you helped Thea and I decorate my tree. How about you go home, have dinner and I’ll come get you when Thea gets here with the decorations? No pressure. If you change your mind...just don’t answer the door.”

Oliver looked at her with such hope, she really wanted too, “YES!”

~~~~~

Thea arrived a short while later weighed down with decorations. Oliver opened the door, retrieving boxes from his overloaded sister. “I ordered pizza on my way, it should be here soon.”

“Wow, Thea. I can’t believe you were able to carry on this stuff.” Oliver was so impressed with his little sister.

“I may be small but I am mighty.” Thea flexed her very real arm muscles. “All those weights at the gym payoff!”

“They do.” Oliver smiled. “I have something to tell you and I hope you will be okay with it.”

“Felicity is coming to decorate?” Thea smiled sweetly.

“How did you know?” Oliver was honestly bewildered. “I just invited her.”

“Oliver, Felicity texted to make sure it was okay. She didn’t want to crash family time. She and I are friends remember?”

“Friends? I knew you worked together. Didn’t realize you texted.”

“Is that a problem?” Thea gave him a pointed look.

“No, of course not.” Oliver shook his head. Thea was friends with his crush, no problem AT. ALL. “So you knew she lived across the hall?”

“Yes, but I swear this wasn’t a setup thing. Felicity is amazing but she’s like you - sworn off dating. It can’t hurt to have a good neighbour, right?”

“Right.” Oliver didn’t believe his sister for a minute. “On that note, I’m going to get Felicity.”

Oliver walked across the hall, took a deep breath to calm himself before knocking on Felicity’s door.

Felicity opened her door wearing a bright red holiday sweater that read - Gloves Actually.

“Wow.” Oliver was amazed. It wasn’t just the sweater, she looked beautiful.

“Are you mocking?” Felicity’s eyebrow rose. “I wasn’t sure what to wear. I bought this ugly sweater for a party and thought it was festive.”

Oliver continued to stare. This woman was amazing.

“It’s too much? I can change,” Felicity turned to walk back inside.

“NO, IT’S PERFECT. You’re perfect.” Oliver’s face reddened, he could feel it.

“Thank you.” Felicity smiled.

Felicity’s smile made all the embarrassment worth it. “Let’s go decorate the tree. Thea’s waiting for us.”

Thea met them at the door like an eager child “Let the Christmas tree trimming begin!”

Thanks so much for reading! More to come soon!!

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Tsurune Blu-Ray/DVD Volume 4: Drama CD 2

The DVD that this bonus CD comes with can be purchased here. Other Tsurune translations (not by me but by the lovely @thefinalcinderella) can be found here.

Please feel free to point out any corrections.

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Kaito: Scissors first!

Everyone: Rock, paper, scissors!

Kaito: Re-

Everyone: -match!

Kaito: Re-

Everyone: -match!

Kaito: Agh!!

Minato: Ah...!

Nanao: All right~! Kacchan and Minato lose!

Kaito: Why...?! I’ve never lost by always using scissors!

Ryouhei: Ah, so that’s really it? I did think that Kaito used scissors a lot!

Kaito: Ngh...!

Masaki: *claps* Okay, it was a promise~! Kaito and Minato, go buy the groceries!

Minato: Erm... Masa-san will have coffee, but what about everyone else?

Ryouhei: Soda for me! If they have the mango flavor that just got released, I want it!

Nanao: I’ll go with lemon tea! Bitter, ‘kay? I don’t like the sweet ones that much.

Minato: Seiya, you?

Seiya: I’m fine with tea.

Kaito: What are you “fine with”? Green tea, maybe? Barley tea, maybe? Oolong tea, maybe?

Seiya: Then, oolong tea.

Kaito: That “then” was uncalled for, but... well, whatever. Let’s go, Narumiya.

Masaki: Here you have it, your money.

Ryouhei: Ah! There it is! The treat!

Nanao: So manly~!

Masaki: But it’s a secret from the girls, all right?

Kaito: Aight.

Minato: We’re off.

[sound of doors sliding open]

Ryouhei: Will it be okay~?

Nanao: There’s no way they wouldn’t manage to memorize that much, is there?

Ryouhei: Not that. Minato and Kaito.

Nanao: Ah... I don’t think they’ll argue over an errand. They’ve become familiar with each other already, haven’t they?

Ryouhei: You’re right! Compared to back in spring, everyone’s completely different, right? Kaito’s stopped glaring at me when I dropped the honorifics!

Nanao’s thoughts: Compared to them...

Seiya: Takigawa-san, do you not mind if we take a break now?

Nanao: Ah...!

Masaki: Aah, it’s fine. You’re free to go use the toilet and stuff. Careful not to wet your hakama~!

Seiya: Thank you very much for the advice. But that’s okay for the moment.

Nanao’s thoughts: As always, the distance between those two doesn’t grow shorter at all...

Masaki: They say you can just take it all off, but doing that every time takes long and is a pain, isn’t it?

Ryouhei: I wonder how Samurais used to do it in the past...

Masaki: About that... they wore loincloths in the past, so it was probably simpler than now.

Ryouhei: I see! As expected of Masa-san!

Masaki: “I see”, you say... Ryouhei, how do you do it?

Ryouhei: Eh?? Huuum, like this...

Nanao: Ryouhei!

Ryouhei: Eh? What is it, Nanao?

Nanao: No indecence allowed.

Ryouhei: “Indecence”?

Nanao: Try taking a look at Seiya’s face. He’s got one hell of a cold smile on.

Ryouhei: Eh!? Why??

Masaki: Well, the easiest way is to slide both of your feet onto the floor and...

Seiya: You do not have to tell us any more than this.

Ryouhei: Seiya is k-kinda scary...

Nanao: He’s scary. Mad scary. Actually, this mood is scary!

Ryouhei: Could it be that Seiya’s and Masa-san’s personalities don’t match?

Nanao: HUM, Y’KNOW, RYOUHEI... Seiya looked at Masa-san straight in the face and said “I hate you” a while ago, didn’t he?

Ryouhei: Eh? But he was smiling when he said that...

Nanao: That was obviously his true feelings masked as a joke!

Ryouhei: Eeeh~? What do we doooo~?

Nanao: Anyway! Let’s get along and be friendly here. ‘Cause things should work out somehow when Kacchan and Minato come back!

Ryouhei: Understood! Get along... Friendly...! Masa-san and Seiya, you both like coffee, right?!

Nanao: *strained laugh*

Masaki: Y-Yeah...

Seiya: No, I don’t particularly—

Ryouhei: Seiya! You said before that you like dark roast coffee, didn’t you?! Masa-san drinks a lot of canned coffee too!

Nanao’s thoughts: Why’re you forcing a connection based on that!?

Masaki: Dark roast coffee is indeed delicious. Canned coffee has lots of types, so I drink all kinds of it to complete a collection. Seiya, you’d have fun too if you tried it out.

Ryouhei: Yup, yup! We gotta try stuff, after all! Rather than disliking without having eaten it, it’d be disliking without having drank it and that’s no good, right?? We gotta learn about each other’s likes and dislikes!

Nanao’s thoughts: Ryouhei!! You trying to bind those two together with that!? It’s totally impossible, isn’t it...?! Impossible, impossible, impossible...!

[vending machine sounds]

Minato: Let’s see... Seiya’s oolong tea, Nanao’s lemon tea, Ryouhei’s mango-flavored soda... All that’s left is Masa-san’s coffee, huh?

Kaito: Wait up, Narumiya. That one is hot.

Minato: Eh? Hm. It’s hot.

Kaito: Make it iced coffee.

Minato: Uh? What?

Kaito: I’m talking about the canned coffee. For Masa-san.

Minato: Hm... That’s why I got this premium black, right?

Kaito: What I mean is: who’d choose the hot one at this time of the year?

Minato: But... does Masa-san drink iced coffee?

Kaito: The minimum temperature is 27°C! It’s obviously gotta be iced!

Minato: He does drink it when it gets naturally cold, but one that’s already cold...

Kaito: Grrr...

Seiya: I have no interest in coffee, and you don’t have to force yourself to find a common point between me and Takigawa-san.

Ryouhei: Ugh...! H-Hm...

Masaki: Well, but if coffee ever piques your interest...

Seiya: If that time comes, I intend to find my preferences by myself.

Masaki: Seiya, you don’t let yourself rely on me, huh... That’s sad...

Seiya: I do have gratitude and evaluation towards the contents and level of your teachings.

Ryouhei: Amazing! Is that a good reception?!

Nanao’s thoughts: Wrong! He said “contents and level” only! It means the rest is no good, doesn’t it?! Please get that, Ryouhei!

Masaki: Ooh, this one makes me happy! The club president praised me!

Nanao’s thoughts: Even Masa-san?! Eeeh, how come??

Seiya: *laughs* You’re an optimist, huh? I can’t compare to you...

Nanao’s thoughts: His smile is scary...!

Ryouhei: Ah, is that so? I kinda feel like I get it.

Nanao’s thoughts: Eh? What? Get what??

Ryouhei: I thought you didn’t match or weren’t good at dealing with each other, but you acknowledge one another. It’s that “rival” thing!

Nanao’s thoughts: EEEH?? What’s this child saying?!

Masaki: Seiya’s my rival?

Seiya: Please wait—

Ryouhei: I’ll also do my best to be Masa-san’s rival!

Masaki: Oh! Like the saying that goes, “written as ‘fiend’ but read as ‘friend’”, maybe?

Ryouhei: For Masa-san’s case, it feels more like, “written as ‘master’ and read as ‘friend’”!

Masaki: That’s already a reality, isn’t it?

Ryouhei: Aah, that’s right... Then, “written as ‘master”...

Seiya: I think the normal “as ‘fiend’” is fine.

Nanao’s thoughts: *screams* KACCHAN! MINATO! HURRY AND COME BACK!!

[sound of doors sliding open]

Ryouhei: Ah! Welcome back, Minato, Kaito!

Nanao: *sighs* Good job...!

Ryouhei: Hm? What’s wrong, you two?

Kaito: Hmph! We bought the stuff as we were told.

Minato: But...

Kaito: I think it should be iced.

Minato: I think the coffee should be hot!

Kaito: I can’t understand your sense at all!

Minato: If we couldn’t tell whether it was better hot or iced, we just had to buy both, is what Onogi said.

Masaki: Aah. So that’s why there are two canned coffees.

Minato: Which one do you prefer?

Kaito: The iced one, right?!

Minato: Is that so?

Masaki: It’s kind of... hard to choose.

Seiya: I can have the hot one.

Minato: You, Seiya?

Seiya: Yep. I like hot coffee.

Masaki: No, wait a moment—

Kaito: Masa-san!! It’s the iced one, right?!

Nanao: Why?? How did things turn out like this?? I’m off to sleep!!

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ringa-starr · 5 years

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What you Mean to Me Ch 4

A/N: Hey Dudes and Dudettes! I wanted to take a bit of a break from the drama and make this chapter more of a comedy :) Don’t worry though the drama will for sure continue in the next part!

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter even though I wrote it in a matter of hours and it really just came from one single idea I had.

Needless to say, t doesn’t feel like my best work, but I hope you guys like it anyways.

Please leave any comments, suggestions or ideas you have for this fic down below or in my inbox because I would LOVE to read them!

As always, stay excellent and breathtaking and be excellent to each other!

I love you all,

-Deidra

It was almost 6 in the morning and Bill’s party was finally over.

As you can probably imagine, his parents’ house looked like two tornados had gone through it: pieces of shattered glass were all over the place, empty soda bottles and red paper cups littered the floor, CDs were all over the place, chip crumbs of all kinds crunched under your foot with every step you took, paper plates both clean and dirty filled the floor as well, and finally stains of God only knows what covered the entire downstairs area.

The only people who were in the house now were Bill, Ted, Emily, Deidra, Ashley and River which meant it was up to them to clean up the party evidence.

Thankfully, Bill’s parents weren’t due back until the next morning.

“Dude!” Bill gasped as he and his friends slowly and carefully walked around the now silent living room.

“How’re we gonna clean all this up?” Ashley asked, really thinking out loud to herself.

“I don’t know”, River said with a shrug, accepting the large, black garbage bag Bill had just handed him. “One section at a time I guess.”

Deidra placed a hand on her pounding head, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Would you guys please stop screaming?” she moaned. “My head’s killing me!”

“Ahh the first hangover”, Ted said with a large, goofy smile as he filled his own trash bag with cups. “You never forget it.”

“How would you know?” Bill asked Ted with a teasing smirk. “You’ve never been hungover a day in your life.”

Ted’s only response was giving Bill one of his signature smirks before continuing with his cleaning, Bill shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“Ew, guys!” Emily cried from the spot she was cleaning in the hallway. “Come here and look what I found!”

She started laughing as everyone ran into the hallway.

Smirks as well as confused looks filled her friend’s faces at her find: a pair of dentures lying on the hardwood hallway floor.

“Where did those come from?” River asked, disgusted.

Bill and Ted looked at each other and started laughing.

“Maybe they’re Bart Applegate’s”, Ted said with a laugh, thinking of one of San Dimas High’s tall, bulky football players.

Bill laughed even harder.

“Yeah”, he agreed. “Rumor is that big, dumb tub-of-lard’s teeth rotted out of his dumb skull.”

Pausing for a minute, Bill looked at the pair of fake teeth and narrowed his eyes, smirking as an idea came to mind.

“Hey, Ted”, he said to his best friend as he picked up the teeth, the smirk never leaving his face. “Check this out.”

Opening his mouth wider, Bill slammed the dentures into his mouth, causing disgusted gasps from everyone except Ted.

“Eww!” Emily cried out, covering her mouth with her hands.

“Grrr!” Bill cried, giving his friends a wide smile, causing Ted to burst out laughing.

Bill walked back into the living room and pointed up at the ceiling fan, another idea hitting him.

Taking a chair from the kitchen, Bill placed it under the fan and climbed onto the chair.

Ted, knowing what his best friend was going to do, having seen it on tv once, walked over the stereo and put in a CD before moving the chair out of the way.

Ted then flipped on a light switch next to the front door as The Sabre Dance by Aram Khachaturian blasted from the speakers.

https://ringa-starr.tumblr.com/post/186600054397/armenianppl-aram-khachaturian-sabre-dance (You can listen to it here)

Everyone looked up at the ceiling as Bill started spinning around and around on the ceiling fan with the dentures in place, Ted biting his lower lip to keep from laughing again as Deidra, Emily, River, and Ashley looked on in part amusement, part disbelief.

The stereo, of course, was already turned up to full blast so it was no surprise that Bill’s elderly next door neighbor Mr. Fredrickson could hear everything that was going on.

The old man lay in his bed, one of his pillows slammed over his head to block the noise out, the exact position he had been in all night long.

And now he had finally had enough.

With a furious growl and a scowl to match, the elderly man slammed his pillow down on his bed before throwing on his bathrobe and slippers.

“Lousy good-for-nothing kids!” he grumbled angrily under his breath as he walked out the front door. “Why when I get my hands on that little punk, I’ll…”

Bill’s house was vibrating again as Mr. Fredrickson stumbled up to the living room window and looked inside.

He could see Bill spinning around on the ceiling fan only it took the little old man a few moments to realize something.

Eyes going as big as plates, Mr. Fredrickson gasped out loud.

“MY TEETH!” he screamed, although it sounded more like ‘My Teefs!”

Feeling his blood pressure go up, Mr. Fredrickson pounded on the window as hard as his little bony fists would allow, causing the teens to look in his direction.

“I’ll handle this, guys”, River told his friends before walking to the window and opening it.

River knew that Mr. Fredrickson liked him; basically, everyone did and why not?

River was one of the nicest, most respectful teens in San Dimas.

River gave the old man a kind smile as he leaned his elbow on the windowsill.

“How are you, Mr. Fredrickson?” River asked kindly.

“How am I?” Mr. Fredrickson asked, his voice rising. “How am I!? I didn’t get a lick of sleep last night due to my loud-mouthed good for nothing teenaged neighbor hosting a throw down last night! Arrgh!”

River frowned. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Fredrickson”, he told the old man sincerely. “Really I am.”

Mr. Fredrickson sighed, his expression softening.

He knew River had no control over what his friends did, and yet, Mr. Fredrickson asked himself why such a good, honest, trustworthy boy like River Phoenix hung out with a group of troublemakers like that.

Mr. Fredrickson gave River a kind smile after a moment’s pause.

“River”, he said. “You’re such a good boy. Why do you choose to hang out with these hooligans?”

River turned his head around to look at his friends, Bill still spinning on the cealing fan.

With a sigh, River looked back at the elderly man.

“With all due respect, Mr. Fredrickson”, River replied, “Even though it doesn’t look like it, my friends are actually good people.”

Mr. Fredrickson slowly nodded his head, his lips formed in a thin line as he watched what happened next.

As if on cue, Bill was wiggling loose from the dentures’ hold, causing him to fly backwards and slam into a nearby wall, falling into a large pile of garbage, the dentures still perfectly in place on the ceiling fan.

In Mr. Fredrickson’s opinion, that moment alone made all he had went through the previous night worth it.

The old man was laughing his butt off as Bill’s friends ran over to see if he was okay.

“Bill!” Ted cried as he and Emily started throwing paper cups and plates aside. “Are you ok, dude?!

Bill slowly opened his eyes halfway, seeing Emily and Ted spinning in front of him.

A moment later, the blonde gave his friends a goofy smirk as he slowly tried to stand up.

“Granddad”, Bill said groggily, his legs feeling like Jell-O and his whole upper body sore. “You ran another stop sign.”

That was all the teenager said before falling backwards head-first into the pile of trash, Mr. Fredrickson laughing so hard he thought he was going to wet himself.

River ran into the bathroom to get a cold washcloth as Emily got down on her knees in front of the trash pile.

She didn’t care if pieces of broken glass were scrapping her legs and knees to pieces as she dug through the trash pile, finding Bill moments later unconscious.

She carefully took her boyfriend in her arms, cradling his head as she eased the cold washcloth River had just given her on Bill’s forehead.

Ted scowled as he looked at the old man outside Bill’s window.

“Whooo-boy!” Mr. Fredrickson cried happily. “Boy, this right here makes all the hell I went through last night worth it, I tell ya hwat!”

Ted turned off the switch and put the chair back under the fan.

Carefully, and still scowling, the long-haired, chocolate eyed, teen grabbed Mr. Fredrickson’s teeth from the ceiling fan before walking over to the open window.

“Aw take your teeth and shove ‘em up your ass!” Ted cried angrily before throwing the old man’s teeth out the window as hard as he could.

“Hey, you little punk be careful with-“

Mr. Fredrickson didn’t get a chance to get another word out before Ted slammed the window shut; his way of telling the old man to fuck off.

Emily let out the breath she was holding when Bill started groaning lightly before slowly opening his eyes.

“Oh, thank God!” Emily cried with relief as she kissed her boyfriend’s face. “Are you alright, baby?”

A smile slowly crept its way onto Bill’s face as the memory of what just happened came back to mind.

“That…was…excellent!” Bill cried as if he didn’t hear Emily’s concern about him.

Bill made eye contact with Ted and they did their signature guitar move, Emily and River looking at each other and smiling, rolling their eyes.

“He’s fine”, the siblings said in unison before laughing.

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All it takes is an Old movie

Falling asleep together on a car ride, featuring everyone's favorite Downey.

Warnings: Fluuuuffffff, worrying about age large age gap. (This one is for younger Tom fans like 21), self doubt,

Reader pov

It is an amazing experience, getting to work with people you admire. And in that regard I hit the jack pot! Getting to act in a Marvel movie with all my favorite modern actors, and getting to learn from them, i mean wow!!!

However as a younger actress it's difficult to keep up with them. This is my first big break so I have to work much harder than them. Which is why at the beginning of this tale we find me laying on the couch of the Bus they were using to cart us around. It was just me Tom Hiddleston and Robert Downey Jr. for today and they were doing there own things. So I popped into the DVD player my go to comfort movie. We're going to me in the bus for a while after a long day on location and I needed to unwind. My go to movie was, The Court Jester a very old movie with Danny Kaye and Basil Rathbone. As soon as the title music came on Tom perked up,

"How does a child like you know about a movie so old?" He teased gently

"Wait you know about it, nobody knows about this movie, and I'm not that young Tom"

"Could have fooled me?"

"Gee thanks" I turned back to the movie, he sat craning his neck to watch for a minute before getting up and coming over to the couch,

"Lift your legs, I'm gunna watch with you" I did just that, sitting up like a normal person on a couch and he sat.

"How do you know about this movie anyway? It is a little before your time"

"I could say that Shakespeare is before your time" I quipped back

"That hardly correlates"

"No it does", I turned to look at him "because they are both timeless pieces of art and show case great acting, to answer your previous question, I used to be obsessed with Basil Rathbone and he is the villain in this". I turned back to the scene, not noticing the look of perplexed wonder on his face.

We watched for a while in silence before I said,

"People say you remind them of Errol Flynn but that's not right he was only a gentleman in screen and couldn't sing, your more of a Danny Kaye"

"Really?"

"Ya, but its mostly the hair, 😜" I made a face at him, he stuck his tongue out right back. And we settled down to watch

Knowing the story line as well as I did was the perfect thing to help me relax, and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I was nodding off in no time.

Tom pov

When (y/n) turned on a movie I wasn't surprised, she had worked very hard the whole day. I was rather proud of her for keeping up, even Downey and I were tired after a day like that and we had years of experience to make it easier. Her movie choice did surprise me though, The Court Jester was old, golden age stuff, and few people knew about it. She was alway surprising me like that, quoting some piece of poetry or short story that is rather obscure.

After watching with her for about 20 minutes when her head slowly slid down to my shoulder, she was fast asleep, otherwise she would never have presumed to do that, she was always so careful. Very teasing but never assuming anything. I watched her for a moment she was so cute, I instantly wished the age gap between us was less. There had been couples farther apart sure but 17 years was still frowned upon.

A few minutes later Downey got up and noticed them, "Tom what are you guys watching?"

"The court jester"

"Geez did you pick it, you can't force your old tastes on people, look you put her to sleep"

He knelt, infringe of (y/n) looking at her,

"Actually she picked it, I joined her after she started it up"

Downey tilted his head to match the angle her head was at, "that can't be comfortable"

"I know but I don't want to move and wake her up"

"Here I'll help"

Slowly we eased her off of me and down onto the couch stuffing a pillow under her head and lifting her feet up onto the other side of the couch. Downey stood up, "she is pretty cute all asleep like that.

"Ya" I agreed before spreading a blanket over her and re boxing her movie for her. I slipped it into her backpack. Downey chuckled "sleep tight kid" before we moved off to sit at the table and talk.

Readers pov

When I woke I could hear low voices.

".....are a lot alike but different enough that you don't drive each other up the wall, why don't you two date?"

"If you haven't noticed I'm 17 years older than her Robert, I'm old enough to be her father"

"Barely besides she would want someone her own age"

"Tom, you are the first person she has been that relaxed around the entire time I've known her. Plus in the past 6 months of filming have you ever once heard hr mention a boy friend?"

"No, but she could just be private"

"Well yes but Scarlet asked her like a week ago about going on a date with someone and do you know what she said? She said, 'I don't know about that, I haven’t dated I like... 3? Years"

"How do you know that" I sat up, "Downey that was a private conversation!"

"So was this!" Downey smirked

"A private conversation in another room from where anyone else was, not a private conversation 3 feet away."

"Still"

“Grrr”

“Grrrr”

The whole time Downey and I were fighting Tom just sat a little stunned looking.

Toms pov

I was rather shocked by Downeys forwardness in the conversation but I was even more shocked when (y/n) stood up-- how much had she heard? Would she think i am some kind of creep now? Would she refuse to be around me?. Her voice and hand on my shoulder pulled me out of his building panic, "...and for the record Tom I don't think your to old, my grandpa married a woman 20 years younger than him". I looked up at her, as she gazed down at me a soft smirk playing around the corners of her mouth and a playfulness in her eyes. Downey cleared his through, "I'm gunna give you two sometime" and walked to the back. (Y/n) sat across from me, and cocked an eyebrow.

I began slowly, "so you don't think I'm to old for you? I mean I'm old enough to be your father"

"No I don't"

"But people will think..."

"I don't care"

"You don't?" I wondered at her

"No... i don't" she reached out for my hand, inviting me into a great new adventure.

3rd person POV

Tom and (Y/n) dated for 1 year then had a short engagement and a small private wedding, to which Downey was definitely invited. They became a “power couple”. Which is not to say they didn’t have ups and downs in there relationship. But it was very clear they were eachother’s best friend.

@drakesfiance

#tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston x reader #twh #fluff #robert downey jr #friends to lovers #court jester #tom x reader

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wheremytwinwatches · 4 years

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Puella Magi Madoka Magica Episode 5

Flowers and a curtain at sunset, I think we’re back at Kamijo’s room. Or rather the hospital in general. Hey, we’re getting a flashback to Sayaka making the contract! I was hoping we’d get to see this, is there some sort of ritual or…? Hmph. Music’s a bit menacing, but this is a big step. I still think that Sayaka’s making the right choice and that it’s better to have the power, but I don’t think you can just change your mind later on. “Don’t worry, your wish is absolutely grantable.” And there we go, she ‘just’ wished for Kamijo to be healed. As you guys have said, we are being a bit unfair on Sayaka for not optimizing the Wish. She’s a middle-school girl, caught up in a life-or-death scenario, and her friend is in a bad way. And now that I think about it, if she had done like I’m saying and worked out a more expansive Wish, then she may not have gotten to Madoka in time. Urgh, just a bad situation all around. Alright, on with the ritual! Which is just Kyubey holding out his ears? Wait, now he’s reaching towards Sayaka and apparently into Sayaka, out comes a blue light and Sayaka falls backwards (understandable, the show mascot’s unlocking your Hidden Potential), the light returns to her and forms into what looks to be a Soul Gem like Mami’s, only matching Sayaka’s hair. And now she’s floating. Magical powers for the win! Once again the intro of lies. Mami… Ooh, I caught a shot of Food Girl Kyoko this time! Are there any other upcoming characters I’ve missed? Ep 5: There’s No Way I’ll Ever Regret It

Hitomi yawning! Rough night, huh? Still polite enough to apologize for the social faux pas, and I am so happy to see the NPC back to normal. Madoka and Sayaka act all innocent, asking about what happened, and Hitomi talks about some sort of mass sleepwalk. Huh, so non-potentials or MGs really don’t see or remember witches, then. The doctors said they all had a mass hallucination, then went right back to trying to figure out Kamijo inexplicable healing. You’ve got to feel sorry for the cops, scientists and doctors in these sort of shows, you know they’re in the background tearing out their hair in frustration over the mysterious cases. Well, Hitomi’s back to being her refined, overachieving self. And Homura’s back to sulking in the corner over her wrecked plans. Good. I want you to redeem yourself, Homura, but I didn’t want Zuko to catch Aang, either. You don’t get the territory and power, deal with it. Madoka looks sad? Later by a wind farm (go renewable energy!), Sayaka’s stretching and making content sounds, showing off the new ring on her finger while she does so. Seems becoming a Magical Girl comes with some nice energy boosts, probably better than coffee or the like. Madoka asks if Sayaka’s scared about making the contract, she brushes it off and points out how she took out the witch last episode. And when the alternative was losing both Hitomi and Madoka… well, she thinks that that’s a lot scarier. *slow clap* Ok, that’s a hero statement if I’ve ever heard one. Granted, I don’t think she knew about the two being in danger before she made the contract, meaning the real reason was still to heal Kamijo, but now that she’s got the power? Shot of Sayaka’s Soul Gem! And yeah, it’s like Mami’s but blue. She’s really getting into it, spouting off the one-liners and declaring that she, Magical Girl Sayaka, will protect Mitakihara City. … I want to believe in this confidence, I really do want to think that things will turn out alright. But we’ve got Homura and this Kyoko chick annoyed at the newcomer, and we’re not even halfway through the series. OH GOD DAMN IT. Sayaka mentions that she has one regret, in that she hesitated for so long, and we got a flash of Mami’s head (I see what you did there, show. *shakes fist*). And the broken teacup. Great, beyond this current bluster she’s clearly feeling guilt about not doing it sooner, since she “ended up doing it anyway.” That’s… argh. I want to completely argue with that, say that they could have died against the Clown Worm as well if they got involved, but seeing Sayaka fight the last witch… Looks like we’ve got a Spiderman situation here. Dude’s a fun character, but you’ve got to remember that his origin as a hero was after he failed to save Uncle Ben, his entire foundation is based on his perceived failure. Not going to get into Peter’s story, but I can draw the parallels to Sayaka here. “If I had become a hero sooner, this death would not have happened.” There’s no way to know that for sure, but conversely there’s no way to not know that for sure. Argh. And now the guilt's getting to Madoka, she’s thinking about the bridge scene (my poor ship…). And then Sayaka pokes her? Oh wow, this is rather understanding of her, Sayaka’s saying “it’s easy for me to say” because she’s gone and done it now. And yeah, given her combative personality I think she’s a good fit to fighting witches as a magical girl. But we’re back into iffy territory regarding her Wish being for something she wouldn’t mind risking her life for. She definitely has feeling for Kamijo, but I don’t know if it’s reciprocated. This could get ugly. Ok, aside from the ticking timebomb of her feelings to Kamijo, which I just know is going to be a plot point later on, she’s doing a good job reassuring Madoka, before heading off. Gee, I wonder where she’s going. Back at Kamijo’s room, he hasn’t been discharged yet because the doctors are busy freaking out over his mutant healing factor. Or rather, he still has to finish his leg… rehabilitation… Argh. Argh. ARGH. I’m sorry, Sayaka, but my optimization side is screaming right now. You’ve got a Wish that we have been shown was strong enough to heal all of Mami’s fatal injuries. But you were so focused on Kamijo’s hand that you apparently just wished for that to be healed? That is… you managed to both underutilize and overspecify a Wish! You could have said “I wish that the doctors would find a way to heal Kamijo’s hand”, or “I wish that Kamijo would be fully healed”. But no, you said “I wish that Kamijo’s hand was healed.” You knew his legs were still messed up, but… argh. Sayaka, I love you and all, but I’m going to hold this against you. Sorry. Ok, back to the hospital room, Kamijo’s being kept to finish up his legs and because they don’t know what fixed the hand. Which means all of the tests! For now, the working answer is “We dunno, it was a miracle.” Aw, Kamijo’s apologizing for his words last episode, Sayaka brushes it off, insists that he should be happy. Huh. I’m using the words “Sayaka brushes it off” a lot, aren’t I? That may not be the best of signs. Suddenly she notices the time and suggests that she and Kyosuke “go out for some air”. What are you planning? And why the roof? Hey, it’s the garden from the episode start! Wait. Wait no. Sayaka, do not do what I think you’re going to do. I know you like this boy, but telling him about Magical Girls? Transforming to prove it? That’s just asking for trouble! Wait, people? People clapping, mostly in medical scrubs? Oh, it’s some sort of “Congrats on mysteriously getting better” party. Then a man comes forward with something Oh! It’s his violin! And that’s his dad? Kamijo’s silhouette is just looking at the instrument now. Well. Ok, I get what the episode is going for, but from the perspective of a trumpet player? If I was laid up in the hospital and went an unspecified time without practicing my instrument, the last thing I would want to is for my first post-hospital notes to be in front of an audience. At least let the boy practice first! But then again, I’m a mediocre player at best, and Kamijo’s supposed to be a skilled player. Violin under chin, bow on strings, and he starts playing. ... I’m not going to sully the music by commenting on it. I’ll just note the title drop and move on. Wait, another building? Oh hey, it’s the Kyoko girl! And… Pffft! Ok, that is hands-down the best use of magic that I’ve seen yet in this show. Why spend money on one of those mundane tower telescope setups when you can just summon your own? Apparently she was spying on the rooftop performance to see the new magical girl. While eating, like last time. Hey, Kyubey’s there! So wait, we just saw him help Sayaka to become a Magical Girl, but before that he apparently summoned an outside girl to take the territory. And then he made the contract, we saw him tell the girl the territory was claimed again, and now he’s… just hanging around? Yeah, he’s hanging around this outsider who’s calmly talking about how Sayaka will be an easy hit (grrr). What’s going on, Kyubey? I thought you liked our characters. Sure, you seemed to walk off when they said they wouldn’t become MGs earlier, but now Sayaka is one. Why are you hanging around someone who want’s to stop that? Kyoko’s all confident about her chances, Kyubey warns her that there is another girl. Wait, what? “I’m not really sure myself.” How can you not know, Kyubey? Kyoko is as confused as I am. So what I’m getting from Kyubey dancing around the issue and calling her an “irregularity” is that he doesn’t know how Homura made a contract. Which raises some very interesting questions. I had assumed that Kyubey was the only contract-granter in the show, that Homura had contracted with him and then tried to kill him before he got any more recruits. If not Kyubey, then who? I remember I speculated about an anti-Kyubey who was making Witches, maybe she contracted with them and promised to take out the Rabbit-Thing. In any case, Kyoko welcomes the challenge. Kyubey doesn’t say anything, but for never stopping that smile of his I can just get a sense of “Oh, this won’t end well.” Back at the dining area of Fancy Mall, Homura is- oh, Madoka is meeting with Homura! Trying to Friendship her into not attacking Sayaka the new Magical Girl? Yup, Madoka stammering through trying to list her good aspects like being brave and helpful… which Homura immediately slams as being fatal flaws in her line of work. Light chanting music comes up again as Homura delves into a gloomy version of the Jedi’s “Fear leads to Anger” speech. “Kindness grows to naivete, and courage leads to being caught off guard. She also argues that being a magical girl is a thankless job. (So you’re basically saying that Madoka would be the shortest-lived magical girl ever, then.) “That is why Mami Tomoe lost her life.” Oh, low blow! I mean, true, but low blow. And off comes the top of her cup when she mentions Mami. I see what you did there, animators. Ooh, Madoka actually has some buttons apparently, she yells at Homura for casually dismissing Mami. But then she calms down and talks about how she’s worried about Sayaka being on her own. She can’t do anything herself, so...she’s asking Homura to become friends with Sayaka. Or at least not fight with her like she did with Mami. Homura’s thoughts: “Damn it, first the girl goes and becomes a MG despite my warnings, and now this civilian is trying to get me to work with the competition? Yeah, I’m not sharing.” Madoka raises a good point about if everyone goes together to fight witches it’ll be safer for everyone. Problem is, that doesn’t jive with Homura’s goals. Unless the girls working together could defeat enough witches to make up for the ‘one Grief Seed per witch’ limitation, then there’s no way she’ll go for it. Yep, dismissive Homura Hair Flip means that argument doesn’t work with her. But at least she’s honest, not making promises she can’t keep. For all my faults with her, I have to admit that Homura has some positive aspects. Unfortunately one of those is not tactfulness. “I’m telling you to give up on Sayaka Miki now.” Aw, look what you did, you made Madoka cry. (Feel bad. Feel bad.) This is an interesting trait of Homura’s. Initially I thought it was just about preventing competition for power, but she really does seem to regret not ‘protecting’ Sayaka from the life of a magical girl. I still firmly believe based on last episode that it’s better to have the defensive capabilities than not, but if Homura’s been doing this Lone Witch Hunter thing for a while then I can understand the bleak outlook. She really doesn’t think of herself as a villian, does she? And I’m not really sure I can call her one. Maybe antagonist, especially when she eventually summons Big Flying Thing. Yeah, she has no hopes for Sayaka to last long. “Just as the dead don’t return to life, consider her fate sealed.” That wait. wait wait wait wait. WAIT. Holy crap, I just figured it out. “Dead don’t return to life.” Normally, yes. But lo and behold, we have a Wish (once our Protagonist finally makes a contract)! It’s bigger than any Wish we’ve seen so far (heal fatal injuries, heal crippled hand), but we are so-far lacking in any rules against it! Calling it now: Come the finale, when the Big Flying Thing is messing stuff up, Madoka will use her Wish to bring Mami back. YES. But… we’re only on episode 5 of twelve? Argh, it’s going to be forever until we get Little Miss Rifle Company back. Ok, back to the episode! Homura continues to harp about how MGs give up everything for a single Wish. Madoka asks if she’s really given up on herself and other girls from all this. Homura just replies “Yes.” She’ll continue the fight (for power). She apologizes for wasting Madoka’s time, and leaves. Sayaka is standing in front of some mirrors, psyching herself up for her first night of Witch Hunting. Leaving the building with Kyubey perched on her shoulder, Madoka is waiting outside the door, Sayaka brags about how she’s going on her first patrol. Ally of Justice, away! Madoka’s worried if she’ll be alright on her own, Sayaka brushes it off (should I start counting all the times she does this?) by saying that Mami went on her own all the time!... maybe not the best example there, Sayaka. Madoka says she can’t really help, but if her tagging along wouldn’t be too much of a bother… Sayaka’s frowning? Then smiling? (The sudden cuts between faces can get a little disorienting at times, show.) She teases Madoka for trying too hard, then thanks her for asking. Oh wow, Sayaka’s doing her “putting up a brave face and suppressing emotions” thing again, isn’t she? She did it when walking to school after Mami’s death, and now she’s been putting up a brave front before embarking on the dangerous task of hunting Witches. Never discount the morale boost of someone supporting you! Have to admit, I wasn’t expecting the show to make the Best Friend the main fighter and the Protagonist the sidekick. Kyubey warns about taking a non-MG on a patrol, but Sayaka counters that if she actually did go off on her own, she’d probably be reckless and get killed. Ah, so Madoka gets to be the common sense of the duo! That works. But Kyubey telepaths to Madoka that she’s thought up her own plan? Oh. OH. Of course, if things get dicey then Madoka’s there to make her contract (and get Mami back)! Right, I keep forgetting that, and given how fast the ritual at the start of this episode went they could probably pull it off fast enough. Sure, Sayaka would probably be against it, and I can guarantee that Homura would not be happy. Ooh, and Kyoko would probably be ticked, too. Kyoko: “Ok, what gives Kyubey? You called me about some prime territory being up for grabs. I arrive, and there are three girls in the area!” But until the time comes that Madoka decides on a Wish (bring Mami back), then he’ll be waiting. Following the glowing Soul Gem, the girls reach a dark alleyway. Which suddenly is filled up with crayon and stars. Kyubey says that this is likely a familiar, not a Witch. At least this should be an easier fight for her first patrol. The familiar appears to be a crayon-drawn girl in a little plane on the wall, Sayaka springs into action and transforms into her MG outfit. Lots of music symbols and bubbles in her sequence, looks very nice. She proceeds to prove that, for magical girls at least, Throwing Your Sword Always Works, and the familiar is running away. Wait, what just blocked her swords? It didn’t look like it was part of the labyrinth. What the heck are you doing, Kyoko? You do realize you just let a familiar get away? Whoa, extendo-spear. Well, yeah, Kyoko. We do realize that was a familiar and it wouldn’t drop a Grief Seed. But if it’s left alone then it Whoa what. WHOA WHAT. “You should wait for it to eat 4 or 5 people and become a real witch.” Did-did you just say to wait for a familiar to kill people, just to be guaranteed a Grief Seed when you kill it? You actually are saying a familiar is a goose before it lays its golden eggs? ...holy crap. Kyoko is Homura without the cares about the innocents. We officially have a character who thinks of all this as a “food chain”. “Witches eat weak humans. And in turn, we eat those witches.” ...well done, show. First you make me hate Homura, then you show me that she has hidden depths and doesn’t want to hurt innocents (although she still wants power and will go to bad lengths to get it), and then you introduce a new character who is Homura without any redeeming aspects. Homura? I apologize, and while I am not quite ready to take you off the List, I will at least give you a chair to sit down in while you wait. Fire Lord Ozai, you can stop standing in the corner and take a seat as well, I think I just found someone to take your spot. Oh crap, she’s been walking towards Sayaka this whole time while I’ve been freaking out, suddenly a red diamond barrier popped up between the two MGs and Madoka. Wow, you are like the complete opposite of Sayaka, utterly dissing the ideas of justice. (Yes, I do realize that Sayaka isn’t completely pure of motive and all, but compared to this new girl she is a shining beacon of Good). Fight! Or just casual block of her sword. Yeah, Sayaka’s leaning into it and pushing with both arms (even her art style is flickering), but Kyoko’s just standing there, eating. Yup, gentle push back and Sayaka goes sprawling. I’m thinking that you might be a little outclassed here, Sayaka. Kyoko attacks (with the shaft of her spear breaking up into segments of chains, that is an awesome weapon), and Sayaka goes flying back and smacks some pipes. Well that was a quick fight, Kyoko’s leaving now. Then acts surprised when Sayaka gets up after a blow that “should’ve put you out of commission for at least 3 months.” Oh, that’s cool! So based on the wish of a contract, the MG gets powers from that? And since Sayaka wished for healing, she heals at an accelerated rate? Kyoko is pissed off, now. REALLY pissed off. Fast-paced Magical Girl Battle, go! But Sayaka is on the defensive, barely hold off Kyoko’s swipes. Aaand she’s in the wall again. “You don’t get it when I try to explain. You don’t get it when I beat it into you. Guess there’s not choice but to kill an idiot like you!” Ooh, Sayaka’s really getting into it now, meeting Kyoko’s spear with her sword and having an energy collision between them. But Kyoko’s picking it up too, smashing up the ground. Madoka’s left behind the barrier asking why they have to fight when they should be allies. Kyubey can’t stop them now. But… if only another magical girl could get between them now… Better make up your mind quick Madoka, Sayaka’s on the ground and Kyoko’s in shadow with a red glare where her eyes should be. “It’s over!” Madoka is going to- “There’s no need for that.” Homura has entered the fray. Hoo boy. Now we- *End episode* Oh come on! End credits, creepy silhouettes… End illustration of Madoka in her outfit, surrounded by chibi-versions of Homura, Sayaka, and Mami. Madoka’s talking about how this girl in red is a MG, like her. So why do they have to fight? Next time: Episode 6: This Just Can’t Be Right ...really, Madoka? You’re asking why she has to fight the MG who wants to wait and let innocents die so she can increase her own power?! No, it’s not right that there is someone with this power who acts such a way. It is right that those who can stop her. Can’t wait to see what happens next. How will Homura deal with a worse version of herself?

#wmtw #where my twin watches #ranubis #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #pmmm 5

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Turnabout Tickles - [Wrightworth/NaruMitsu]

Obligatory WrightWorth/Narumitsu fic... enjoy!!

CW: mention of murder and violence in 2nd paragraph

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Miles Edgeworth let out a weary sigh as he stared out the window of his office. He felt the warmth of the midday sun upon his face, enjoying the sights of the newly blossomed flowers in the garden as he waited for his apprentice to show. The weather was lovely; a pleasant spring day had finally graced the city after a long, cold winter. But unfortunately, he had no time to spare romping around outdoors. Not with the upcoming trial his protégé had taken on.

At first glance, it appeared to be an open and shut case. The body of a young man was discovered, stabbed to death with a kitchen knife that had his girlfriend’s fingerprints all over it. She was found at the scene, blade still in hand, and was arrested on the spot. But she asserted her innocence, despite there being no other possible suspects. And some of the evidence, besides the murder weapon, were inconclusive at best. One of which was uncertain enough to throw his entire argument out the window.

And of course, that man was going to defend her in court tomorrow. Which meant the trial could be turned around at any time, despite all odds against it.

He checked his watch. 12:34. The apprentice was very late. Edgeworth let out another exasperated sigh. It was so hard finding reliable interns nowadays. The least he could have done was call ahead of time and give him some sort of excuse.

The prosecutor closed his eyes for just a moment when he suddenly felt a shocking sensation: something stiff grabbed him from behind and pinched his ribs, causing him to yell out in surprise and flail his arms wildly. Was this the work of his irresponsible apprentice? He spun around, ready to fight whoever it was that had attacked him so, and found himself face to face with that man. Grinning like a fool in his cheap blue knockoff designer suit.

He furrowed his brows and frowned.

“Wright!! What the hell are you doing?”

Phoenix’s laughter boomed, bringing an unwelcome noisiness unfamiliar in Edgeworth’s office.

“Ha haha! You’re tense as ever, Edgeworth!”

The prosecutor slammed a fist on his desk.

“Are you out of your mind? Sneaking up on a man like that when he least expects it! I should have you arrested for trespassing!”

“Easy, easy! My bad, just thought I’d lighten the mood a bit… you seem stressed.”

Phoenix looked genuinely remorseful, and a bit sheepish, so Edgeworth softened up and relaxed. He rubbed his temples, grabbing the cup of tea he had on his desk and moving to sit on the crimson couch.

“What business do you have with me? It’s not very often I’m graced with your presence.”

Phoenix sat next to him, a little too close for his taste, and pulled out a thick marigold envelope from his briefcase.

“Actually, I wanted to get your opinion on this case…”

Edgeworth raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“You mean, for the trial tomorrow? You do realize I will be acting as the lead prosecutor, correct?”

Phoenix nodded. His knee pressed against Edgeworth’s, making the prosecutor flinch away upon contact.

“There’s one piece of evidence that doesn’t make any sense no matter how much I think about it. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

Edgeworth placed his mug on the table and rested his elbows on his thighs. Of course he knew what Phoenix was referring to. But he couldn’t afford reveal that he was also in the dark about it. Not when they were about to face each other in court tomorrow.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Wright,” he stated blankly.

“Oh, come on! You’re telling me that Miles Edgeworth, the genius prosecutor, hasn’t realized the contradictory evidence glaring in his face?”

Phoenix poked his childhood friend playfully in the side. Edgeworth responded by gasping loudly and jolting back as if shocked by electricity.

“Wright!! Stop that!”

“Hehehehe… why does it bother you so much?”

“Because!! It’s extremely unpleasant…”

“But, why? What’s the reason? It’s just a little poke. Yet you have such a big reaction every time.”

“That’s none of your concern.”

Edgeworth hoped, no, prayed that Phoenix would just drop the subject. It was embarrassing enough harboring this little secret, but even worse knowing his rival was so close to discovering the truth. And with the way he was rubbing his chin and gazing up at the ceiling as if putting together pieces of a puzzle in his mind, he knew he wasn’t about to let it go anytime soon.

“It seems that there are three possible explanations for this behavior.”

Edgeworth slowly began to scoot away, careful not to alert Phoenix to his movements.

“… Is that so…”

“Yup,” the lawyer lifted his index finger. “Possibility number 1: You have an injury of some sort.”

He looked curiously at Edgeworth, as if searching for signs of vulnerability.

“Have you been hurt recently? If so, I know basic first aid!”

“No! No… I’m fine. I have no recent injuries.”

Phoenix returned to his previous position. Tapping the bottom of his chin pensively. After a couple more seconds, he raised two fingers.

“Alright then. Possibility number 2: I simply took you by surprise.”

Finally. An answer that would end this. Edgeworth basically jumped on it.

“That seems to be the most logical conclusion. Let’s leave it at that.”

“Ah, but you haven’t heard the third option yet.”

He leaned in towards the nervous prosecutor, in such close proximity that Edgeworth could almost feel his breath on him. He felt a lone bead of sweat drip down his forehead.

“Possibility number 3: you’re very, very ticklish.”

Edgeworth’s arms immediately came to his sides protectively. His eyes shot daggers at Phoenix with the sharpest gaze he could muster. The panic in his voice glaringly obvious.

“N-nonsense! That’s… baseless conjecture!! You have no proof!”

“Is that so?” Phoenix smiled deviously. “In that case, there’s an easy way to prove Possibility 2 and 3 wrong… right now!”

“Don’t you dare…”

Oh, but he did. With almost no warning Phoenix grabbed his lower sides, the only part of him unprotected by Edgeworth’s arms, and began to gently squeeze the soft skin. At first, Edgeworth simply made bizarre noises akin to monkeys in the wild or gooses honking in the park. He’d bite his lip, clench his teeth, and strain against his own voice so as not to give in to Phoenix’s attack. But the longer the tickling went on, the harder it was for him to hold out.

“ACK! Nggh! NNNAAA! Fffff, AUUUGH! Stop!! Wright, WRIGHT!”

“Wow! You’re the first person I’ve ever met who doesn’t laugh when they’re tickled!”

“Ngggggh SHUT UP!”

Edgeworth tried seizing his hands, but Phoenix was too quick. He jumped from spot to spot, wiggling stiff fingers in his underarms or in the spaces between his ribs, taking him by surprise every time. The worst was when he poked into his waist and sides at random; then it was impossible to predict where he’d hit next. Edgeworth tried to cover himself, but it was no use. That man was just too damn fast. He felt his resolve weakening. His laughter was getting harder to suppress and the noises escaping his mouth were more recognizable as giggles.

“Nnnnaha! Mmmm, mHMHMHMHM! Noho! Noooo!”

“That’s it! Just let it out!”

Then, suddenly, Edgeworth cackled uproariously. Phoenix froze for a second, looking down at his hands, and realized he had just grazed his fingertips across Edgeworth’s stomach. He smirked as Edgeworth looked on in fear.

“Wait, Wright! That’s enough! You’ve proved your point!”

“Mm, I don’t think… I think I gotta hear you laugh for real before I’m convinced!”

And with that, he dug gently into his belly, just barely scribbling his nails through his white dress shirt. Edgeworth took off like a rocket, howling louder than ever in an off-key discordance. Pheonix knew he’d hit the jackpot. He’d have to save this information for later.

- Edgeworth’s worst tickle spot added to Court Record. –

“AHAHAHAHAHA! WRIGHT STAHAHAHAP! ICANTTAHAHAHKEIT!!”

Finally satisfied, Phoenix ceased his administrations and backed off. He gave him some space as he recovered, his face flushed in a shade that matched the reddish-colored velvet of the couch. After several seconds passed, he spoke.

“You will speak of this to no one.”

The defense lawyer gave him a victorious grin as he placed a hand on the marigold envelope.

“Sure. As long as you tell me what you think about this evidence.”

Curses! He knew this would end badly for him. But at this point, he had no choice. He balled both hands into fists as he spat out a scathing jab. It didn’t seem to phase Phoenix.

“Grrr! You… you criminal!”

“Hehe… hey, it was kinda fun! Don’t you feel a little better now?”

Edgeworth, still seething, would have kicked him out then and there, but once he noticed how much his shoulders had relaxed and how his tension had melted away, he held himself back. It had been a while since he’d laughed so freely. And he supposed it was better that Phoenix knew about his “secret”, rather than anyone else. At least he’d keep his word. He looked at his old friend, his eyes lit up with amusement and joy, and couldn’t help but sense the corners of his lips turning upwards into a smile. This time, a voluntary one.

Yeah, actually… he felt pretty damn good.

#ace attorney #tickling #tickle fic #obligatory Wrightworth/Narumitsu fic #im love them #wrightworth #narumitsu #lee!edgeworth #ler!phoenix

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sherrybaby14 · 6 years

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Who Am I? Part 15

Words: 4000 Warnings: None (plot chapter), but overall this is a NONCON/RAPE story. Please do not read if this offends.

RECAP: You’re a scientist working for Bruce Banner in Stark tower, when Loki (who is being transported to a temporary prison in Stark Tower) points out that you’re an omega. In this omegaverse when omega’s present at 16 they go to private homes until they come of age and can choose an alpha. When you were 14 you created a pill that blocked your design but it did not work on the Asgardians. Thor confirms Loki’s determination. If anyone is caught harboring an omega it would be a serious crime. Your age (never mentioned, but you’re over 18 and have a PhD) freaks Tony out that he’s going to get into trouble. He isolates you until he figures out what to do, since it’s technically on Bruce. Steve Rogers is offended that you would hide the fact you’re an omega since they’re rare. He goes to talk to you about it but you’ve been without your pills for a day and are starting to show. You get upset and his alpha instincts kick in and he engages in non-con sex with you, after it’s done he feels awful but you’re super happy. Then four hours later you freak out calling him a rapist, another round of non-con and then you’re happy again. Figure out that his sperm moves along your detoxing from the pills. So you have to bang every four hours or you will revert back to hating him, not wanting to be an omega. This proves too demanding so he brings in Bucky to help out. Now you’re adjusting to the two alphas and are totally fine any happy as long as one of them bangs you every 8 hours or so (It’s been a few weeks, approximately 6). Bruce was angry at Steve, but you promised him your were happy and he backed down. They left you for a mission, you almost killed yourself trying to run away, but they got you and another bout of non-con made you lovey doves again and they realized they needed to pamper you a little. You had a fancy date with Steve and a fancy date with Bucky. (Both inside Stark tower since nobody can know they have an unclaimed omega). The side effects of the pills have made it impossible for them to claim you, but you can feel it wearing off. You’re concerned because you want them both but nobody knows if one omega can be claimed by two alphas (very little research done on omegas since they’re so rare). In this omegaverse omegas are not mistreated, just their nature is docile/submissive and you wanted to fight your nature, weren’t scared of being abused or anything. The big question here is are you normal on the pills or are you normal being sexed all the time by the alphas, essentially who are you? Which version of yourself is real?

~~~~ You felt like you were floating when you walked back into your apartment. How could life be this good? Bucky gave you a wink as the grin spread across his face large enough to match your own.

“You look dazed sweetheart.” He brought your hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against your fingers.

“Dazed is a good word.” You laughed. “The past two days have been unreal.” “Our girl deserved all the attention on her.” He pulled you closer to him and you hugged your arms around his waist. “And it’s not over yet. Yesterday was Steve, today was me, and tomorrow will be the three of us.”

You flushed with excitement, hoping that a day with both of them would turn into an evening with both of them.

“Look at you, acting all shy.” His hand went under your chin and tilted your head up. “Is my omega having some dirty thoughts?”

“It amazes me how you can do that, sense what I’m thinking.” You tilted your head and stared further into his baby blues.

His eyes danced around your face, reading your features. You sensed a dip in his mood.

“What’s wrong?” You frowned.

“Wow.” The grin came spreading back. “Look who is starting to read her alpha.”

“How was the pool?” Steve broke your attention and you turned towards your other partner as he walked down the stairs.

“We missed you.” Bucky dropped his arm, encouraging you to greet Steve.

You had no problem following his request as the blond approached you. You went up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss hello, but his arms went under your rear and he lifted you in the air, his lips crashing against yours in the process. His mouth parted and you welcomed his tongue into your own, sending tingles down your entire body. This was much better than the tiny peck you were expecting.

“I take it you had a productive day?” Bucky asked.

“Very.” Steve pulled away, and pressed his forehead to yours, not putting you down just yet.

“Did you find out?” Your heart skipped a beat. “Is it possible? The double claim?”

A huge grin spread across Steve’s face as he started to nod. Your heart felt so full you thought it was going to burst.

“How? What do we have to do?” Bucky approached and put a hand on your back.

“We have to wait.” Steve set you down on the ground.

“I feel more like an omega each day.” You brought your hands to your neck. “I’ll be able to receive the bites soon.”

“Not just for that.” Steve walked over to the kitchen and you and Bucky both followed. “There’s two theories. Bucky why don’t you tell her what you found out yesterday?”

“Yesterday?” You knew they were looking into it, but you assumed he would have shared any information with you.

“I spoke with a professor of human behavior who emphasized her studies on omegas.” Bucky pulled out a stool. “I really hope Steve got better information that I did.”

The dark haired man gave the blond haired man a look. It was obvious Bucky’s information may upset you, but Steve didn’t seem worried.

“Theoretically it is possible. But the two alphas would have to bite at the exact same nano-second. If one got in first, even slightly it would take over, leaving the second in the dust.” He ran his hand down his chin. “The statistics were something more than one-in-a-million.”

“Oh.” You wished they kept that bit of information from you. Your own research made it very clear that once a claim took hold you would only have eyes for the one. Probably to the point that even being in the same room as the other would bother you. Omegas were loyal, and claimed omegas even more so.

You glanced at Bucky who looked heart broken. You tried your best to force a smile.

“Maybe we’re one-in-a-million.” It already felt that way, with how good they treated you, but you knew those odds meant it was probably not worth the risk.

If neither of them claimed you, what did that mean? Both of them had already tried out of instinct alone. When the pills wore off it would be impossible. And you wanted the claim too. How many times during the last few weeks had you thrown your neck back? Practically begging for it. Your thoughts paused, no practically about it. You were begging for it. Your heart started to sink.

“Cheer up, both of you.” Steve smacked his hands together and leaned forward on the counter. “I had some better news. I spoke with a physician, who specializes in omegas. He’s the on-call for every omega house in the New York area.”

“Alright, you’ve increased the tension enough.” Bucky was losing patience. “Spill.”

“I was far from the first alpha to bring this up to him. In fact, it’s government regulated one alpha per omega, it was part of the omega rights bill in the 70s, when things changed and the omega houses came into play.” Steve grinned from ear-to-ear. “Some politicians want to change the law, especially the alpha ones, but it’s very controversial because they don’t want to force omegas into polyamorous relationships.

“But during an intense heat, an unclaimed omega’s needs take over, and the need for a mate is so intense that hypothetically speaking those odds drop from one in a million, to one in one.”

“What?” Your jaw dropped, you never read anything like that in any of your research.

“He swore me to secrecy. The stronger the heat, the more open the omega will be to accepting bonds. He guessed they can handle up to ten alphas, and be receptive to all of them.”

“Grrr.” Your heard snapped to Bucky, his eyes flashed with anger.

“There won’t be a third.” Steve’s features hardened as he locked eyes with Bucky, who was clenching his fists.

“No.” You put out both of your hands and gripped each of theirs. “Just us. Always.”

Bucky seemed to soften. Tears started to form in your eyes and the overwhelming happiness. You were terrified of going into heat, knowing it was supposed to be painful at first. Since you’d taken the pills from such a young age when your first one came on it was likely going to be so intense, the literature you read made you think you might risk a stroke unless you had an alpha right away.

“Maybe it is fate.” You glanced between the two of them. “When my heat comes, it’s going to be rough. But that will make it even easier for me to handle both of you.”

A soft smile formed on Steve’s face as he rounded the counter and came over to you. His hand slid up your chin as he tilted your head back, his eyes locking with yours.

“I had the same thought.” His gaze dropped to your lips and his head lowered.

His kiss didn’t have the same urgency as before. Now it was soft, as his plump lips worked against your own. Your hair was swept to the side as Bucky began kissing your neck, his arms wrapping around your front. You let out a moan, as both of your alphas pushed against you.

The other night they took you at the same time out of necessity, but you wanted it again without the urgency, wanted to feel both of the rubbing your skin, touching you, pumping you at the same time. You brought your arms up and ran your fingers through their hair, scratching lightly down the back of their heads.

“Mmmmm.” Steve was the first to pull away.

You looked up at him as you let out a whimper. It only intensified as Bucky lifted his head from your neck. Confusion flooded your senses. You didn’t biologically need either of them for at least another seven hours, but right now you NEEDED both of them.

“Calm down Doll.” Steve tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You have no idea how hard it is to put this on ice.”

His choice of euphemism made you taken aback. Bucky laughed and you turned towards him, giving him a playful slap on the arm.

“We have a special treat for you tonight.” Steve slipped his hand into yours and started pulling you towards the stairs.

“Mmmm.” You licked your lips.

“Not that kind of treat Doll.” Bucky whispered in your ear.

You let out a whine. Steve shook his head as he walked you towards Bucky’s room.

“I said I wanted you to help redecorate.” The dark haired alpha spoke as the blond opened the door to the room.

When you walked inside it was still the same padded walls. You glanced at Bucky with a confused look on your face while Steve led you to the closet. When he opened it up you gasped.

Women’s clothing hung on the racks. Steve started spreading them and you realized they looked familiar. They were all pieces of clothing you tried on yesterday.

“Are they real?” You were scared to touch them.

“One hundred percent.” They were beautiful, designer. Not that you cared about that, but the sentiment wasn’t lost on you. “Tony’s AI wouldn’t be in our closet.”

“But that’s not the surprise.” Bucky leaned forward, putting his hands on your shoulders as he whispered in your ear.

Steve pulled out a navy blue dress with black stripes on the sides. It was one of your favorites from yesterday.

“I think you should wear this tonight.” He raised his lip in a half smile.

“Wear it where?” You reached out and touched the fabric.

You had been living in their clothes, mainly oversized t-shirts for weeks. Feeling the satin of the fabric, at item that was meant for a woman, made your fingers tingle. You hadn’t realized how much you were craving at item of your own.

“Tony’s penthouse.” Steve dropped the smirk. “I don’t want you to get too excited. There’s only going to be a few of us.”

“What?”

“Thor is in town.” Bucky moved the bottom rack and there were multiple pairs of women’s shoes. You were grateful they weren’t all heels. “So we’re going to Tony’s for drinks. It will be us, him, Natasha, Tony, Clint, and Bruce.”

“Dr. Banner will be there?” The last time you saw anyone who wasn’t one of your alpha’s was Bruce’s visit. That didn’t go over swimmingly, but the thought of your former boss made you twinge. You always got along and you did miss your discussions on genetics.

“Not sure how I feel about that…maybe call him Bruce?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“What? You want her to call you Mr. Rogers?” Bucky laughed.

You knew it was meant to lighten the mood, but the tears returned to your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Steve touched your shoulders.

“You’re both so good to me…” You turned so you were sideways between them. “Even after how horrible I was the other night.”

“Hey…” Steve pulled you in.

“Shhh.” Bucky followed and rubbed your back again.

“We’re far from perfect Doll.” Steve kissed the top of your head.

“But maybe we’re perfect for each other,” Bucky added.

“I don’t know anything about girly stuff, but I also ordered a ton of soaps, lotions, make-up, hairspray.” Steve backed away. “Why don’t you go get ready? Pamper yourself. We have to be up there in two hours.”

“I don’t know anything about that stuff either.” You laughed as you wiped away the tear.

“Well go explore Ms. Scientist.” Bucky patted your ass. “If you don’t want to use any of it don’t, you certainly don’t need it.”

You appreciated the compliment, but truthfully you sort of wanted to play around a little bit. The idea of getting extra pretty for your alphas warmed your core, almost as much as their thoughtful gifts to you.

~~~ The heel made your leg tremble. You played with the make-up enough that you barely had any on, but it did eventuate you eyes. Your hair was down, not really having enough time or knowledge on how to style it, but you were interested in trying again. Maybe the next afternoon it was solo time instead of reading about omegas your would see what you could do with the different curling irons. But the heels, they were too much.

You went with your initial instincts and slid on the pair of black flats. The dress was fancy enough you didn’t need heels. Bucky’s door wasn’t locked and you held your breath as you opened it. Your alphas were chatting at the bottom of the stairs, each of them in a dress shirt and tie. Steve noticed you first and the look he gave you almost made your heart stop.

Bucky’s gaze followed and his mouth hung open. You turned away, trying to hide the smile as you walked down.

“I didn’t think you could get more beautiful.” Steve held out his hand for you as you reached the bottom. “But every time I see you I’m proven wrong.”

“Something is missing.” Bucky reached into his pocket when you landed on the final step.

He brought out a little black box and flipped it open. There was a silver necklace inside. It was a flat heart pendant. Simple, but stunning.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

You touched it and nodded. It was perfect for you. The chain was long enough you could wear it every day. Depending on your outfit it would either look fancy or casual. You couldn’t wait to get it on. You lifted your hair, hoping he would drape it over your neck himself.

“Wait.” He pushed your hand down. “Read the back.”

You didn’t hesitate to flip over the charm. There were four letters, but together they made you gasp. You looked up at Bucky first.

“Y/N.” He started to pull the necklace out. “I love you.”

“Y/N.” Steve brushed your cheek, turning your attention to him. “I love you.”

Your lip trembled as you started to speak, your voice caught in your throat.

“This isn’t fair.” You tried to blink away the tears as you shook your head.

Both alphas paused, clearly not expecting this response.

“I put this stuff on my eyes and then you want to make me cry it all off.” You gave a small laugh. “Then you’re going to say that to me, but won’t let me drag you both up to the bed.”

The concern melted away from both of them. Bucky pulled the necklace out as Steve lifted you hair.

“Pretend we didn’t say it.” Steve smiled. “I wanted to wait until tomorrow…”

“But I couldn’t wait that long.” Bucky put the necklace on you. “I’ve been dying to say it for awhile now. I wouldn’t wait any more.”

“I don’t want to wait any longer either.” You looked at both of them. “Let’s skip the party and stay here. Please, I want to hear those words all night, and say them back to both of you.”

Steve eyed Bucky and you looked between them. You sensed that the blond was about to crack. You locked eyes with him.

“Please. Let’s stay here. I’d rather it be just the three of us.” You touched his cheek.

“Sorry Doll.” Bucky spun you around. “You were too excited about going out tonight. You deserve it. We can wait a few hours. Then it will be just the three of us all night.”

You sighed in disappointment, but Bucky leaned down and pushed his lips against yours, giving you a light kiss. You moved your hand behind his neck and tried to pull him in, but he just laughed as he broke the embrace.

“I think our eager omega can hold herself off for a few hours.” He bit his lip. “Besides, you haven’t said it back yet. Keep us on our toes for a little bit.” “I think we deserve that.” Steve added as he folded his hand into yours. “They’re expecting us, all of us.”

He walked towards the elevator and you went along, still feeling like you were floating. It was unreal, how was this your life?

“Now they all know about us, not everything of course.” Steve hit the button and the elevator opened. “But they know we’re all a couple, and we can’t claim you because of the pills. There won’t be another alpha there. You can be yourself, but maybe…”

“Don’t mention the DNA requirements.” Bucky finished. “They might not go over so well.”

It made you sick to your stomach thinking what your alphas went through to see to your needs, the horrible things you had called them.

“I’m not eager to bring those us either.” You were so distracted by the necklace you didn’t realize your nerves were growing at meeting the rest of the boys’ team. “Promise me something?”

You looked at both of them.

“Don’t leave me alone tonight?” You were serious. “One of you will always be with me?”

It was a small group, but until you were claimed by both you didn’t want any solo experiences.

“Never.” Steve brought your hand up and kissed it.

You sighed in relief. Then closed your eyes and shook your shoulders in an attempt to loosen up. After all, this was supposed to be fun.

~~~ Fun was the wrong adjective. Whirlwind was more like it. There were only five extra people in the room, but it felt like fifty. From the moment you stepped out of the elevator everyone was so nice to you. You didn’t think you’d spoken two words, but that didn’t stop the family vibes being sent your way.

“And then he said ‘purple’.” Thor could barely get the punchline out without laughing.

You cackled at the joke, sitting on the couch between Bucky and Steve. Neither of which ever left your side.

“Hey Rogers, your up to play bartender.” Tony shook his glass at Steve. “I bet you make a mean old fashioned.”

“OoooooOoo,” the room erupted at Tony’s dig.

Steve smiled as he looked over your head at Bucky. You followed the glance and saw your other alpha nudge his head. Steve rose and took Tony’s glass. Thor and Clint followed.

“Having fun Doll?” Bucky whispered in your ear.

Before you could respond the empty seat next to you was filled by Dr. Banner.

“Oh here we go.” Natasha rolled her eyes. “Whatever Bruce has to say don’t listen, he’s just threatened because he’s not the smartest person in the room.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm at her remark, but before you could speak she popped up and joined the men at the bar, leaving you, Bucky, and Dr. Banner.

“Ignore her.” Bruce moved back on the couch. “I know you’re the smartest person in the room Y/N.”

“You don’t have to say that.” You leaned back into Bucky, not wanting to upset your alphas by being too close to another man.

“It’s true. I had my doubts, but um, I can admit when I’m wrong.” Bruce wasn’t talking about who was smarter than who anymore. “You seem very happy, and I am happy for you.”

“Thank you.” Bucky’s grip on your shoulder relaxed.

You loved being able to read your alphas. It was becoming more and more natural. The way you leaned into him for assurance, the way he protected you, even though there was no threat. Loved. Love. You couldn’t wait until you could say that word to him without fear, when it was the three of you alone.

Bruce looked at you, like he was going to add more, but his mouth closed and he shook his head.

“I’ve got nothing.” He shrugged. “I wish I did, but I still hope when things are settled you come back to the lab.”

“Oh she will.” Bucky rubbed your shoulder. “If she wants to that is.”

Your grin was so large you looked down. Once the claim was in place you could go back to work. You didn’t think you would do the eighty hours a week you were working before, but you missed your microscope.

“I’ve got an idea for a game.” Thor stood between the two groups and tossed his hammer in the air. “Who thinks they can lift Mjorn?”

He caught the last flip and then set it on the ground.

“I think the mighty Hulk should go first?” The Demi-god was clearly up to something.

You didn’t think Dr. Banner would go along, but then he popped up from the couch and went to the handle. It didn’t even budge.

“How about the little lady friend of our super soldiers? Y/N want to give it a go?” You didn’t think he could be any more charming.

You started to shake your head no, when Bucky pushed you upward.

“Come on Y/N..give it a try!” Everyone started chiming in.

Not wanting to be a downer you walked over and grabbed the hammer. You tried to pull, but it made the idea of lifting a skyscraper look easy. You let out a squeak and almost fell forward. Both Bucky and Steve ran towards you.

“OoooOOoo.” The rest of the group started teasing.

“Maybe the two soldiers should try together?” Thor taunted.

You held your arms open and backed away towards the bar.

“What a sassy omega.” An arm wrapped around your waist. “Did I mention I like her?”

Natasha was right next to you, holding you close. You didn’t feel the least bit threatened and nodded to the two of them. Almost certain they could lift the hammer together. She kept moving backwards and you went with her, not wanting to get in the way if they failed.

“Alright, lets try to hold it like a baseball bat. Like I taught you.” Buck looked at Steve.

“You taught me?” He gave a playful shove. “More like you tried to teach me.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, we get it.” Tony walked over. “Both of you were there when the sport was invented. Don’t distract, we know you can’t lift it.”

“So what’s it like?” Natasha asked you under her breath. “Being with the both of them?”

You looked at her, not expecting the question or the diversion.

“I don’t mean to pry, but they are so crazy about you.” She dropped her arm and grabbed a bottle from the bar, pouring herself a drink. “All I hear is Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. They fight about you sometimes, but never over you. I think it’s really romantic.”

“I’m lucky.” You watched as they continued to strategize, without actually trying. “Most alphas wouldn’t put up with me, especially after what I did…taking those pills.”

“You’re a genius for knowing how to make them in the first place.” Natasha swirled her drink. “And those two knuckleheads are softees, they need a strong woman like you.”

Her compliment made your heart hurt. After everything you had put them through, they were such nice guys. The good guys. Better than the average alpha and you still reacted in such a way that had made them do horrible things.

“I didn’t mean to upset you sweetie.” Natasha spun away from the hammer scene.

You thought it would be rude not to follow and turned away as well, propping your elbows on the bar.

“Do you want a drink?” She started to pour herself another.

You shook your head, not wanting to know if alcohol would affect your recovery. They were all being so nice to you, Natasha especially. Even though you weren’t talkative you felt the need to start some form of conversation, one that didn’t revolve around yourself.

“Why is Thor in town? I thought he was from some alien plan…”. CRASH.

You spun around, thinking maybe your alphas had lifted his hammer, your heart ready to burst with pride. Instead all you saw was dust in the air. Natasha’s arm struck out across you stomach, moving you behind her.

There wasn’t enough time to panic. Not really. Even in the haze both Steve and Bucky turned towards you. Thor started to push them away to grab Mjorn, and Tony hit a button on his wrist. The suit started to unfold. But then you were gone.

Were you in your head? You shut your eyes and then forced them open again as you struggled to take in a breath. It felt like you were traveling at a thousand miles per hour. Your head spun as the world filled with navy blue, a tight belt squeezing your side.

“Breath darling, you’re no good to me dead.” The voice was familiar, but you could place it.

You turned your head forward. It wasn’t navy blue or a belt. It was an arm gripping you and it was a deep forest green, trimmed in gold. You didn’t listen to the voice and the lack of oxygen started to make your vision fuzzy.

“Probably a better idea.” The arm increased the pressure around your midsection.

The forest green turned to black as consciousness left you. Your final thought of your alphas.

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