#i wouldn’t be as mad if he could still be the 14th

[elevenspond]

the fact that many official sources are already referring to ncuti gatwa as the 15th doctor is actually pissing me off. not only did he get denied a traditional passing of the torch, he got booted out of his spot as the 14th by david tennant??? why is this allowed.

#doctor who #david tennant #ncuti gatwa #i wouldn’t be as mad if he could still be the 14th #but what the fuck is this

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BE MY VALENTINE — JEONGIN.

pairing: jeongin x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: established relationship, masturbation, dirty talk, phone sex a/n: it’s part of my valentine’s collab! (i tried to make reader slightly subby, but you can see why i don’t do that usually… its lowkey turned out cringe)

you’ve taught yourself not to get mad or disappointed. your boyfriend was a busy man and his schedule was always unpredictable. that’s why you weren’t even surprised, when you received a message from him, saying that you won’t be able to see each other on february 14th. of course, he sent you flowers and a little gift, but it was nothing compared to a real and breathing jeongin in your embrace. you really missed him, especially today, when streets of soul were filled with couples.

the loneliness was really getting to you, because you finally took the vibrator out of the drawer.

you laid on your back with your legs spread. the familiar buzzing was continued by the pleasant sensation. soft moans started coming out of your mouth as you continued circling the toy on your clit. the other hand kept switching between the nipple and the hole, sliding fingers in and out.

the orgasm began to build up quickly, and that’s when you decided to record your moans for your boyfriend. just to show how much you miss him. the image of his throbbing dick popped up in your head. he would probably go crazy watching you pleasure yourself and wouldn’t waste a second replacing the toy with his mouth.

you recorded a short voice message with your pornographic moans and threw the phone next to you, continuing to rub your throbbing clit.

what you didn’t expect was an incoming call from your boyfriend a minute later. wasn’t he like very busy with some show today?

“hello?” you perked your voice up a bit as you answered, only to be met with heavy breathing.

it took you by surprise. you knew jeongin was busy, just like he told you. did you distract him so much with your voice message that he got mad at you?

little did you know that your boyfriend on the other line was breathing heavy since he was currently fisting himself over your pretty voice.

“hello? baby? are you here?” you’ve got worried for a second, because jeongin was not saying a word.

“a-hh… yes, sweetheart, i am here-“

oh. dear. god. you sat on the bed immediately. his voice was so deep and raspy, breathing heavily into the speaker. there was no doubt in your mind that he was furiously jerking off.

“jeongin, where are you? aren’t you busy?” you asked the most logical question.

“i was… kinda. i said i need to go to the bathroom.” he chucked.

“you escaped work just to jerk off to my voice?! are you crazy?!” you wanted to sound mad, but deep inside you were touched by the fact that he got so turned on just because of your moans. “babe, if you get fired because of me…”

“relax, everything is under control.” you could hear him smiling. “and that’s your fault to begin with. we were shooting, and i saw a message from you and, of course, decided to open it.”

oh no.

“has anyone else heard it?!”

“mhm… felix must have heard that, considering the look he gave me... but i quickly turned down the volume...”

“jeongin! you-“ for a second you forgot there was supposed to be sexual tension happening right now; you were so threw off by the news. but as jeongin said, you did it to yourself. well, you better not see felix anytime soon.

“are you still… wet?” he ignored your exclamation, switching the mood back.

“i am. i've been thinking about you… i miss you…” you said, lying on your back again. his calm voice and heavy breathing were doing things to your body. the ache in your pussy became unbearable again, so your hand immediately slipped between your legs. you tried to focus on the image of your gorgeous boyfriend. his muscular chest and abs, cheeky smile with cute dimples on his cheeks, strong arms that would pin you down to the bed in ease… gosh, you wanted him so bad.

“i miss you too, sweetheart. wanna be a good girl and touch yourself for me? i am really close…”

you giggled and bit your lower lip, suggesting to him that you wouldn’t be opposed to that. he could tell that his voice alone was turning you on. 

you gladly followed his instructions, bringing one hand back on your clit, while the other pitched the hardening nipples between your fingers. you moaned loudly at the sensation.

as you kept toying with your overly sensitive body for your boyfriend, you heard him let out an approving moan on the other end of the call. images of him stroking his cock while hiding somewhere ran rampant in your mind.

“are you close, sweetheart?” he broke the silence again.

“yes, but i need you. i need your dick inside me, baby. i miss your dick…” you whispered last words without shame.

“oh, don’t say that…” jeongin moaned louder in the speaker, you could hear his hand sliding up and down his wet shaft.

you were getting so aroused just from thinking about his dick inside you. you wished he was next to you right now so you could see exactly how much of a mess he was making of his pretty cock. your fingers were playing with the throbbing clit, the pace quickened as soon as jeongin started praising you. 

“that’s right, sweetheart.” his words went straight to your soaking core. “you sound so sexy playing with your pretty pussy for me. you’ve gotten so wet for me, so wet just from my voice.”

“want your fat cock inside me. want you to cum inside me. want you to fill me up with your cum.” the shameless and sinful words left your lips. you felt no shame, you were feeling too good to regret them.

you heard jeongin’s slutty moan and followed it with fingers rubbing at your neglected pussy.

“i heard you were using your little toy earlier. wanna turn it on again for me?” jeongin was dying in anticipation. the thought of you rubbing your wet cunt with a vibrator only made his dick twitch harder in his hand.

“mhm-“ you moaned directly into the speaker when you managed to turn the toy back on and find the right spot. the vibrations were so fast and intense, but you didn’t lower the setting, instead switching it to a higher one.

“ah-” you both synced with your moans. breathing only grew more restless.  

“you sound so good, sweetheart.” jeongin cried out. “do you like the toy? i hear you like it.” it took so much effort for him not to run home and fuck you on any available surface. jeongin licked his lips, imagining the soft shine of your pussy.

sobs and whines were leaving your mouth, and you couldn’t control yourself. you tried to spread your legs as wide as possible, creating a delicious burn in your thighs.

“aren't you ashamed at all? recording messages like this with your pretty moans. how are you gonna talk to felix after this?”

and you only got needier with his words. the last bits of shame left your body long time ago, when you took that rose toy in your hands. you thought of saying something back to him, the vibrator never stopping the assault on your clit.  

“i wish i could see your flushed face as i slide my cock inside you, sweetheart.” jeongin groaned. his breathing was hyper fast, hinting at his approaching orgasm.

you wanted to cum so badly, feeling yourself reaching the edge, just like him. the fact that you were still in the call was forgotten. it seemed like his voice was enough to set you off. nothing but exasperated moans lingered between the two of you.  

“ah- wanna cum, sweetheart?” his voice came out gruff. you could hear the slick of his precum and the pace of his fist.

“yes, want it so bad, innie!” your head threw back with the words. you were so close.

“then cum with me-“

your vision went white as you finally reached an orgasm, arching your back hardly. you could hear the sounds of jeongin’s moans in your phone. he was not even trying to keep his voice down. his hips jerked up sharply as he spilled all over his stomach and palm, instead of the prepared tissue in his other hand. he just wanted to feel the warmth of his own cum staining his body, he didn't want to think about dealing with the mess he had just made.

it took you a minute to calm your breathing. you lowered your hips back to the bed and turned off the toy. slowly and surely you heard jeongin’s breathing on the other end return to normal.

there was a long moment of silence between you just listening to each other’s soft inhales over the line, until you heard jeongin zipping up his pants. it sounded like he was in a rush.

“i’ll be back in a few hours. it’ll be the dumbest excuse, but i’ll be home tonight, sweetheart. ‘need to taste that pussy on my face.” was all jeongin said before hanging up.

you felt your clit starting to throb once again.

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pairing: 14th doctor x reader & 10th doctor x reader

rating: E

notes: no gender or age given for reader, just that you last saw the doctor fifteen years ago. thank you to @mcganns for being my beta!!

This too shall pass.

It was a sentiment that you had to cling onto when he left, because fuck knows it was the most painful thing you’d ever felt. And you’d run away from actual explosions before. Big ones, in space! Supernovas which could eat entire planets while you hung onto the side of a little blue box. 

And yet none of it even begins to compare to when he fucking left you. 

He said it wouldn’t be forever. Well, he shouted it at you as you fell out of the TARDIS. There was a time explosion, and you got rocketed back to your little flat in the middle of Hackney, on Earth only a few days from when he’d picked you up — but in your reality months of adventure had passed. 

You’d not really settled back in, certain that he was going to come and rescue you. But then days turned into weeks into months and you finally accepted that the Doctor had abandoned you. 

So you went back to it all. Your mundane little existence before a mad, brilliant man had whisked you away. Your boss was a bit miffed that you’d gone AWOL but you were their best employee so they couldn’t afford to let you go, all you got was a slap on the wrist and a command not to let it happen again. The people you loved didn’t really seem to notice your absence that much, which stung; you couldn’t blame them though. You’d probably not miss you much either. 

The Doctor. He made you feel special in a way nobody had before. Like you were the centre of a whole, giant, fantastic universe, and he adored you for it. 

Still. 

No point mulling that over again, is there?

Fifteen years. Things did get better. You moved on eventually. But you still find your thoughts drifting back to him every once in a while, and that fragment of time you spent totally utterly in love with each other. When you think about the way he kissed you, without realising it you end up touching your lips.

No. No. Stop. 

The singing of the kettle snaps you back into reality, and you pour yourself a hot cuppa. Ah, tea. The antidote to everything. You go to turn the radio on for some company as you shift into your morning routine when you hear a knock at the door. 

Probably the postie. He’s a bit early today, you think, but make no more of it as you undo the latch and open the door. 

Your heart stops. 

Because there he is, of course. 

Older. Weathered. Not the young man you once knew but a grownup version of him, as exhausted by life as you are. 

You drop your mug. Quick as a flash the Doctor grabs it out of midair. The tea sloshes onto the floor but at least nothing gets shattered. 

He goes to look up at you, but his attention is drawn back to his hand. 

“I bought you this mug years ago,” he says, utterly amazed. 

You shut the door in his face. 

Well, you try to, anyway. But he sticks a foot in between the door and the frame, with one of those stupid Converse he always wears.

“I know you’re angry, I know. But please let me come in.”

It’s such an absurd statement you find yourself laughing, a high and desperate noise. 

“Absolutely not!” Actually, no. That’s not enough. “How dare you. Why are you even here?!”

“Because I wanted— I needed to see you.”

You still want to slam the door on him, but there’s a desperation to his voice that gives you pause. And when he looks at you with those sad, puppy-dog eyes? Those eyes as lined with age as you are?

Fuck. You’re so weak. 

So that’s how you find the Doctor sitting at your kitchen table with a cup of tea in front of him. You lean against the counter, defences still up, eyeing him from over the top of your mug. He drums his fingers against the tablecloth. 

“I like your house. Your calendar is nice, I enjoy the kitten motif.”

“Don’t,” you spit, slamming the mug down and sloshing tea onto the floor, “don’t you dare. You don’t get to waltz back here and start telling me ‘oh, I enjoy your furnishings, haven’t you made a nice little life for yourself since I abandoned you!’ I let you in to speak your piece, though god knows why. Say it and be done.”

The Doctor looks deflated. His shoulders sag, mouth falls. You take a moment to properly look at him. He seems… tired. Tired in a way you never knew him to be when you went on your adventures. Part of you wants to offer comfort, but the other part of you wants to withhold it maliciously. Anything to make him feel the way you felt. 

“I looked for you,” is what he settles on, heavily. You didn’t expect that, and it knocks you. 

“What?”

“I did. After the explosion, I tried searching all over the galaxy for you. I didn’t know where - when - you’d ended up. I scanned and scanned but something stopped you from appearing on the TARDIS’s sensors. I think… the amount of artron energy emitted during the blast somehow cloaked you.”

You say nothing, your silence an invitation for him to continue his explanation. 

“It took years. Literal years, for me. Every spare moment I had, I dedicated to looking for you. Head buried in the circuitry of the TARDIS, trying to fix whatever was hiding you, gave myself a couple of nasty shocks too. And, when I finally tracked you down, I’d regenerated.”

You blink. Right. Yes. He’d explained that, but you’d never seen it with your own eyes. The same person, a different face. 

“I didn’t know if you’d want to see me if I didn’t look like me. But I had to try anyway, didn’t I? So I came here. To your house. I got myself all ready for it, knocked on your door… and found that you were married.”

Your fingers grip the counter. 

“Oh.”

“He seemed nice. Loved you a lot, as you deserved. And I couldn’t tell you I was back, could I? I saw you pottering around in the kitchen, making the tea - you were always the best at making tea - and you were happy. How could I ask you to leave that all, uproot the life you’d made for yourself, just to jump back in the TARDIS with me? How could I be so cruel? I couldn’t, could I. So I left again. Tried to move on. Like you did.”

You’re crying now. You can feel hot tears slide down your face and soak into your jumper. 

“Oh, Doctor,” you manage. You want to tell him so much. It feels like it might burst out of you. But instead you settle on:

“Why now?”

He smiles thinly. 

“Because somehow I got this face back, and I wanted to see you. I wanted to be selfish for once.”

You find yourself at the table, on the wonky chair opposite him, sliding your hand over to cover his. It’s rough and warm. Just like you remember. He says your name with reverence, but like it pains him. 

“I never stopped loving you. Ever. Through it all, every adventure, I knew it wasn’t complete because you weren’t there. It just wasn’t the same without wonderful, brilliant you,” he admits. He sounds defeated. It breaks your heart — or, actually, it might just put it back together again. 

A beat passes. His confession lingers in the air, heavy, thick and choking like smoke from an untameable fire. 

“His name was Simon. He was a baker. He was lovely, actually… and we got divorced two years ago.”

The Doctor’s brow furrows. 

“You… what… why?”

“Because he knew there was someone else I never really let go of. Someone else who, despite everything, I still loved.”

He looks you in the eyes, and you see something glimmer there that you long since gave up on. 

Hope. 

And then, suddenly, you’re kissing. 

It’s like nothing has changed. His lips are still rough and searching on yours, a hint of tongue giving away into more the deeper you entangle. He sits you up on the table and steps into the space left by your spread legs, and between each kiss he says your name. It’s full of adoration but lined with desperation, too. 

Like the kisses he gave you the first night you laid together, on a bed in his spaceship floating across the galaxy. When he buried himself inside you and you felt his two hearts beat in rhythm with your own. 

“Doctor…” you manage. 

Fuck. You need him. You didn’t realise how badly you needed him. You didn’t realise a piece of your soul has been missing this whole time, fucking torn out of you and leaving a jagged hole in its wake. And him, back, telling you he loves you and always has? You’re patched together like kintsugi. 

Your Doctor is the molten gold you need. 

“Please. I need to…” he’s so desperate he can barely get the words out, but you nod; he’s undoing the belt buckle of your jeans and pulling them off like they’re silk. When his thin waist meets yours you cross your ankles behind him and lock him into place, and his hands - a little fumbling, a little nervous to be mapping out the plain of you again - begin to trace your chest. You lean into his touch to let him know yes. This is okay. I want this. Make me whole again. 

His warm, rough palms slide under the hem of your shirt and lift it easily over your head, the only break in a while you take from your kiss. You let yourself grab his tie to bring him closer. He’s fully dressed still and you’re almost naked; you remember how he used to like that, enjoy feeling a bit more put together than you. Cheeky blighter. Still though, as his suit scratches your skin, you can’t say you don’t agree. 

However. In this instance he has far too many clothes. 

You tug at his jacket and he knows what you need, letting it fall to the floor with his tie and waistcoat following it. He ruts against you as he unbuttons his shirt a bit, not the whole way, but just enough for you to feel the warmth of his chest. He’s so skinny. You’ve always been a bit worried that, on one of your rougher days, you might snap him in half. You still are now, actually. 

Cupping his face in your hands you let your thumbs caress his cheekbones. Your Doctor. Older but the same. Just like you. 

You can feel him more than half-hard against your leg. No more time wasting. You need him. You need him, you need him, you need him. 

It doesn’t take long to undo his fly and have him in your hand. You’ll always be glad he chose this human anatomy. Though you’d love him no matter how he looks, there’s something wonderful about his cock as it is here. He lets his head fall forward onto your shoulder with a moan if your name. 

“Oh… you’re…”

“Mmm hmm,” you agree, a genuine smile passing your face for the first time in god knows how long. He’s just the right length and on the thick side, and you know what a delicious stretch he is when he pushes inside of you. You can’t wait to feel it again. A couple of pumps and he’s ready, dripping precome and a ruddy red. Another time you’d bend down and taste him, remind yourself what a Time Lord’s cock is like. But now today. Well, not now. 

You lay back, readjusting yourself so he can push your underwear to the side and find your entrance. A couple of fingers - those long, delicate, clever and cunning fingers - press inside you and test you out. You’re ready for him. He makes a choked noise in the back of his throat as he realises and you laugh, properly, throwing your head back. 

“Come on, Doctor. Show me that you’ve missed me.”

He used to never shut up. And now he’s stunned into a desperate silence, lining up with you and pushing in as he does his best to make you feel what he’s been feeling too. 

A loneliness is fixed. He slides home inside you and your hips meet, the both of you letting out a long and ragged breath. You sit there for a moment, locked in the most intimate embrace, and just feel each other. You fist your hands in his shirt. He’s here. He’s real. You feel him trace his palm up your back as if you assure himself of the same thing. 

Slowly he begins to move. It is a long and lovely drag, his cock hitting all the points you missed being touched, and when he feels you gasp he goes harder. The Doctor nuzzles into the skin of your neck, nestling to the warmth of you there, and you hear him repeat a mantra both of your name and “I love you”.

Over and over. As if the two phrases are inextricably linked. 

You’re so full. You’re so light. Everything feels perfect in this moment. And when he reaches between your bodies to touch your sex, push you to the edge, you know you’ll climax for him embarrassingly fast. 

When you come you see stars light up behind your eyes. The sky, the unfiltered and untamed sky takes you over. The Doctor says your name one final fine and releases inside you, his hips riding it out as if to savour every second in the sweet grip of you. 

He can’t look at your face when he asks you. He says it from the safety of your shoulder where his face is buried, because if you say no you know his heart will shatter. 

“Come with me, in the TARDIS again. I know I shouldn’t ask you to leave your home but… you complete me, you know. Always have.”

“Leave my home?! Doctor, don’t be daft. This is just a house in bloody Hackney. You’re my home.”

You pull back to meet his gaze. He’s tired, but bright. His eyes twinkle. And there’s the Doctor you know. 

“And of course,” you continue. And, as the smile engulfs his face and he lights up, “it’s not like I’m doing anything else, am I?”

This time, when you go AWOL from your job, you never come back. 

#The doctor x reader #Doctor who x reader #the doctor x you #david tennant x reader #10th doctor x reader #tenth doctor x reader #14th doctor x reader #fourteenth doctor x reader #my writing #full disclosure only seen the star beast so far lol

[racmune]

here lies miss pauling's hopes and dreams - scout x pauling fic

teen, 855 words, angsttt (july 14th, 2022)

ao3 mirror here

//by far my least fave fic ive written im not even reading through this again AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“I’m really sorry. I know I say it a lot, but you gotta believe me!” Scout whined.

The truck turned and parked on the side of the desert road.

Miss Pauling gripped onto the wheel and less her forehead fall onto it.

She’d been completely thrown off her game today. She was more mad at herself than at him.

She knew not to invite him along with her but she did anyway. It was just flirting but it compromised her entire mission. Their affair was just a series of poor decisions and shows of her lack of professionalism. They’d be better off without each other.

Scout leaned towards her.

“...Miss Pauling? Uh... You okay ‘dere?”

She took a deep breath and sat back up.

“I’m fine.”

“Really? ‘Cause yunno, you can talk to me about-“

“I’m fine. Scout.”

Scout pouted and sat back in his seat.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated.

Miss Pauling leaned against the window and sighed.

“It’s not your fault.”

She tried to stifle her crying but the tears wouldn’t stop. This was so stupid and easily avoidable.

She looked away.

Maybe if she couldn’t see him, he’d cease to exist. He’d disappear along with all her feelings. All fantasy could do for her is get her killed. Assassins aren’t paid to dream. It was too close for comfort tonight. Just another reason it was a one-person job to begin with.

She sniffled.

“...Miss Pauling.” Scout muttered.

Miss Pauling placed her hands back on the steering wheel. A lump slowly started to form in Scout’s throat.

“I trusted myself that I wouldn’t let you get in the way of my missions. Why do I always let you win?”

“I keep making excuses for you. For ... Whatever this is.” She said, her hands gesturing against the wheel.

“I don’t get why, but you always seem to get in the way of my job. You’ll always be doing something that makes me lose focus and make a mistake.”

She took a deep breath in an attempt to stop the cry in her voice.

“By some miracle, we’re still alive. But I can’t afford anymore distractions.”

She rubbed the tears off of her cheeks.

“Most of my life I was trained to kill. Trained killers don’t live to... to... to...”

“... To goof off when there’s work.”

Miss Pauling took another deep breath.

She pulled the stick back into drive and the truck continued to move down the road. All that was left to be heard was the faint chugging and rattling of the engine.

“Scout..?”

He looked over at her.

“I’m never taking you on missions again. It’s not personal.”

.

The truck pulled into the base’s driveway. She turned to look at him.

Three weeks of spending time in each other’s company. Three weeks of walking the razors-edge – treading the line between ‘lover’ and ‘colleague’. Three weeks of getting fast food and listening to his mindless ramblings slowly turning into white noise.

Heaving dead bodies from her truck would feel a little lonelier without him there, with that dumb, disgusted look spread across his face.

She told him once that fairytales and rom-coms weren’t real and as per usual she was right.

If this were a movie, this would be the part where she realized she was willing to risk it all just to be with him. But it was safer for both of them this way.

Scout sat impatiently, maybe for her to say anything else. He sort of resembled a wounded puppy. He was probably trying to figure out what he did wrong; as if she hadn’t already said it wasn’t personal.

He sighed and popped open his door.

“Scout, wait.”

He looked back at her and silently closed it again.

“Um...”

Miss Pauling stared back at him and furrowed her brows.

There was a lot she wanted to say. I love you... I’m sorry... I wish things could be different...

But she stayed silent. This was just how life had played out. Assassins just don’t get taken away to happily-ever-afters. It wasn’t ideal, but her job couldn’t be put in danger.

She leaned over and picked up his headset, which had been left underneath his seat.

“You almost forgot this.” She said, passing it to him.

Scout held onto his headset firmly and pressed the metal into his fingers.

He grinned and showed it off to her.

“Oh yea! Yunno, I was actually just thinkin’ about dis. Was all like, hey where’s my headset? And here it is!” He said, chuckling. He gulped and fell silent again.

...

“Uh. You have a good night, Miss P.” He said, finally exiting the truck.

Miss Pauling looked up from her dashboard to see him leave.

She shook her head and backed out; driving away until it was just her and the road.

What good would telling him how she felt do? It’d only serve to complicate things.

Women like her don’t get fairytale endings. They die getting eaten alive by their army of hungry cats. It’d be much easier to just get drunk rather than to spend her life almost dying just to be with someone.

#racmune fics #scoutpauling #tf2 #tf2 scout #miss pauling

[lighthouseas]

all i can breathe is your life

@booksandpaperss here is the fic! the rest is on ao3 and is linked below :)

mike gets severely injured and almost dies before him and will can spend the rest of their lives together. but he doesn't die. and now Will needs to find the guts to ask him something. which should be easy. they're dating. right?

OR

byler fluff with some angst mixed in. kind of chaotic but yeah

TW/CW: blood, severe injury, hospitals, swearing

May 2nd, 1989. Hawkins Hospital, Indiana.

Will was terrified of crushing the flowers. But what else was there to hold onto? The stupid hospital smelled like a mix of smoke and hand sanitizer with a twinge of death mixed in; there were people running every which way, shouting unintelligible things that he didn’t want to understand; it was just like 1983, when he had his turn, and had to spend a few nights here.  It was a time he’d rather not remember, but he had to be here for…reasons.  

Because, the truth was, Will had a very important question he needed to ask. Immediately.  Immediately as in, right now, because not only was he on a time crunch but he knew he’d lose his nerve if he didn’t.  He already had multiple times.

Despite having sat outside Room 304 for a good half an hour, nobody had come to tell him it was okay to come in yet.  Will was starting to get antsy.  He glanced down at the flowers; they had been expensive, because, well, Will wanted to make sure he got the very best ones (they were also custom arranged, upon his request. He certainly wouldn’t be able to buy that game he’d been wanting, but, oh well).  They were a mix of yellow irises, blue salvias, and - Will’s personal favorite - forget-me-nots.  An embarrassing amount of research had gone into creating the arrangement, but for what it was worth, he didn’t think it looked half bad.  Hopefully, they didn’t deter what he was trying to ask.  Maybe they would.  

Suddenly, Will was very, very nervous.

His leg bounced absentmindedly.  Maybe the hospital staff forgot he was here.  Maybe he’d get mad at him for being late.  Hell, maybe he was still recovering -

“Will Byers?”

Will jumped up, coming face to face with the nurse standing outside the hallway door.  She smiled at him, motioning him towards the hallway.

“You can see him now.”

Oh.

Will audibly gulped, trying his best to compose himself (and failing miserably). Luckily, the nurse’s back was to him, so she couldn’t see how he was fidgeting or how he was turning redder and redder by the second. He played with the stems of the flowers while still trying his very best not to snap them, when suddenly, the creak of a door opening could be heard, and the nurse was motioning him inside a room.

Room 304.

Oh.

The room had obviously been well used; it almost looked like a living space. Ripped open packages of various feel-better-present-like items lay strewn across the floor.  The walls were covered in drawings and sketches and paintings - the most important of which was pinned right above the occupied bed.

“Without heart, we’d all fall apart.”

Will’s painting.

And all of Will’s drawings.

All plastered around the room.

And, laying in the middle of it all, covered by dull blue hospital bed covers and a less-than-flattering hospital gown hastily covering thick bandages, looking utterly pissed at everything, was none other than Michael Wheeler.  He looked distraught. And tired.

And beautiful.

God, Will had missed him so much.  Even if it had only been a few weeks since they last saw each other, every day they did was a gift.

Because a few months ago, Will thought - no, he was sure he had lost Mike for good.

***

November 14th, 1988. The Upside Down.

“Mike. Mike. Wake up. Please, Mike, no, I can’t - I can’t lose you again, fuck -”

Vecna was gone. Defeated. Dead. Will had…he had actually killed him.  El was almost done closing the gates, only waiting for Mike and Will to crawl out of the last remaining one.  Everything was going to be alright. They were okay.  They were okay, and they were going to go to prom together in the spring, because they had it all planned out, there was going to be an impromptu celebration of their graduation of high school, and him and Mike could slow dance without worry of what others thought, and-

Except that was all a dream, now.

Mike was dead. Really, truly dead - and it was all Will’s fault.

All Mike had wanted to do was help Will - to help him defeat Vecna - and while running past Will, shouting something inaudible, and  stabbing a sword directly through Vecna’s heart, where it would hurt the most, Mike had made a crucial mistake.

He had turned around…to speak to Will.

“I love you.”

Will should’ve known - he should’ve known that a stab to the heart wouldn’t do shit to Vecna - but he was naive, and he felt his heart melt, and was about to respond, because for a moment, he really thought Vecna had died. Mike had killed him, right?

And then,

A scream.

A pained, horrified scream.

The sword - now pulled straight out of him via Vecna himself, still covered in Vecna’s blood, pierced straight through Mike instead.  What looked like…

Through his heart.

Will’s painting was wrong…all wrong.  Mike wasn’t saving anyone - he was bleeding, red blood splattering everywhere as the sword dug into him, and he was going to die.  Mike was going to die.

All Will could do was watch in horror as the boy he loved, the boy he had cherished most in this world, one of the only fucking people who understood him - he had to watch as he rose above the hellish landscape, broken, mangled, then thrown across it with psychic force, landing somewhere beyond Will, blood covering everywhere imaginable, with limbs twisted at not quite right angles, and head smashed against a hoard of vines -

Will didn’t even have time to think.  All he could do was react.  

In a blinding rage - a rage only a world such as the Upside Down could contain - something had been unleashed.  Something Will knew had been lying dormant inside him for years.

Now, Vecna was dead.

And so was Mike.

“Mike.” Will couldn’t breathe. “ Mike.”

Yet, despite Will’s begging, Mike’s mangled body lay motionless, now turning cold as spores began to fall upon it.  Will felt hot tears roll down his cheeks, which soon turned into uncontrollable sobs, and shrieks, and choruses of “why him, why him, why him” going around and around inside his head.

Carefully, ever so carefully, Will placed a hand over Mike’s heart, closing his eyes as tears continued to fall from them, wetting Mike’s bloodied shirt.  The blade - it had missed Mike’s heart by mere centimeters, yet it had been enough to stop its beating.  A gaping hole lay in his chest, making Will want to gag.  His right leg and left arm were both mangled and broken.

Will took a deep breath, his thoughts only consisting of the boy laying in his arms.

“Please,” he murmured. “Please live. Live for me. I - I need you.”

Read the rest on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43202595

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #st s5 #byler fic #this is much longer #i was too lazy to copy paste it all here #go read it on ao3 and give me attention GRRRR #and yes. the title is from iris by goo goo dolls because i love that song to bits #📝

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (362): Tue 14th Mar 2023

Finally decided to start doing my exercises to go along with my mini diet to try and lose as much weight as I can before my trip to the States at the end of the month. I’ve stopped and started so many diets over the last ten years but I can just never seem to stick to it. My thinking is that if I just eat well and exercise like a beast one day and lose a decent amount of weight then this will help motivate me and convince myself that if I go through some grueling cravings and brutal exercise for a short amount of time then I’ll have shifted a load of weight before I set off and when I get to WrestleMania people won’t ask me for selfies thinking that I’m Earthquake. I weighed myself this morning and I was 14 stone 0.5 lbs. I had only three breakfast biscuits and a bowl of soup plus plenty of water all day. I went for a half hour run  early in the morning. When I I weighed myself again in the afternoon I was down to 13 stone 10 1/2 lbs. Holy fuck monkeys! Four pounds in one day? If I keep on this course I could actually be down to 12 stone before my holiday. This was the boost I needed and I’m now committed to forgoing the fatty foods and quite literally exercising my arse off. One thing that pissed me off was that when I stepped in the scale a notification came up on the electronic board that normally displays your weight which said “Low Battery” so I had to go and get one out of the kitchen cupboard. What I don’t fucking get is that if there is still juice to tell me to replace the battery then how isn’t there enough in there to display my weight. If the battery was really fully drained then the display board just wouldn’t say anything! Anyway, tomorrow I’ll do the same thing diet wise but I’ll go for two runs to really make a dent in my weight.

I started reading the next book in my Edgar challenge, The Chatham School Affair by Thomas H Cook. The novel follows Henry who’s father ran a school and one day when he was a kid a teacher went mad and commuted a massacre. The novel is Henry retelling the story of the day of the killings and it’s pretty damn good although after the agony of trying to get through Dick Francis’ Come To Grief this book could be someone writing random letters and numbers for 300 pages and it would still be a step up entertainment wise.

Recently the Lakers have gone through games where they’ve either just scraped through by the skin of their teeth or they’ve just lost by a couple of points so I was delighted to watch last nights came and see that the Lakers fucking demolished the Pelicans. Before the end of the first quarter they were already twenty points up and shortly into the second half they were nearly thirty up. They were abusing the Pelicans so bad by the end of it the RSPCA had turned up (I’m going to try to sell this joke to Bill Maher because he’s awful and he won’t realize the joke is just as bad).

[district2001]

Protective Hyungs Pt.2

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Jangmi x 95′ Line ft. Stray Kids

Recap: Jangmi gets angry at her hyungs for being so closed minded

Requested: Yes

jangmi scenario please! maybe one where members get protective over her esp 95z, when someone from another group flirts with her during a music show or award show? tysm

Words: 1.8k

AN: Requests are OPEN

Be warned for Angsty SVT

  Jangmi’s Masterlist

Read Part 1 First: Just a tad Protective Pt.1

Jangmi speed walked out of the room, trying her very best to ignore her hyung’s voices.

“You know better than to leave the main room.”

“Are you really this irresponsible?”

“You could have got lost.”

“Why were you even here?”

“I swear if it was to hang out with that boy who speaks terrible Kore-”

“Rydel Kim.” Seungcheol bellowed, right as she touched the handle of the door which would take them to the main waiting room.

She turned around at the mention of her real name, sucking in a sharp breath. “What.”

“Why did you go backstage?” Seungcheol boomed, his jaw seemingly tense,

Jangmi closed her eyes firmly for a split second, trying to keep her tears at bay. “I told you. I went to see a friend.”

“Stop with that bullshit.” Jeonghan joined. “You don’t even know the guy- he asked for your number.”

She sighed in annoyance. “If you would let me speak, you would know that I went to see Kevin. Not Felix. Kevin.”

“That’s his name.” Joshua muttered under his breath.

When no one spoke, she threw her hands in the air out of frustration. “Are we done here? Can I go?”

“Absolutely not.” Jeonghan declared. “Why were you with Felix and not Kevin then?”

“Because Dino needed to go pee so I waited for him. And then Felix walked by, and I thought it’d be nice to introduce myself.”

“Introduce yourself?” Seungcheol scoffed. “If you’re going to lie, at least lie well.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jangmi asked accusatorily, glaring at him.

“He means how you never go and make friends- you always need us to make them for you.” Jeonghan interjected, replying on their leaders behalf.

“I make friends myself”

“Name one.”

“Mark, Haechan, Kevin, Som-”

“She doesn’t count. Nayoung introduced her.”

“I still named a friend!” Jangmi screeched. She could feel her eyes becoming cloudy.

“Should we chat about this later?” Joshua pointed at the sign saying, ‘keep quiet.’

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Hyungs!” They all turn to the left, to see Dino walking up to them with the members of Stray Kids.

“Annyeonghaseyo Sunbaemin.”

“Annyeonghaseyo.” Her hyungs bowed back politely, the lack of smiles clearly evident on their face.

“I’m looking forward to your performance today.” Chan grinned, not noticing the gloomy atmosphere.

“Thank you.” Seungcheol replied coldly. “Nice meeting you.”

And with that he walked away, Jeonghan and Joshua right behind him.

Jangmi turned to face Stray Kids. “I’m sorry about them. They’re a bit stressed about our performance.”

“They’re not usually like this.” Dino added.

Seungmin smiled. “That’s alright. We better head of anyway.”

“See you around.” Jangmi chirped, before grabbing Dino’s arm and following 95’ line back into the main room.

“That was weird.” Dino noted.

She grimaced. “I’ll tell you after.”

The rest of the award show went quite smoothly. Her hyungs acted civil, which meant she did as well. No need to escalate the matter further.

In fact, she didn’t even know why they were mad. Because she spoke to Felix? Maybe because she went out of the room. But then again so did Dino?

All she knew was that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until the matter was solved. Meaning that was why she found herself on the rooftop of their apartment at 2am with her hyungs.

“Are you going to explain why y’all acted so rudely today.” Jangmi asked, sinking her fingers deep into her jacket pockets.

“I don’t think we acted rudely.”

“You’re joking.” She scoffed. “You acted like the biggest dicks in front of Felix.”

“I admit we didn’t act nicely.” Josh agreed.

“But you did also act irresponsibly.” Seungcheol added.

She nodded. “I‘m sorry. I should have known better after doing this many awards shows”

“You live and you learn.” Jeonghan said, rubbing his hands together for warmth.

“I’ll ask you ne-” She stopped. “Why isn’t Chan here then?”

“Why would he be here?” Seungcheol asked.

Jangmi furrowed her eyebrows. “Because he also snuck out of the main room.”

“What does Chan sneaking out of the main room have to do with you talking to boys?”

Jangmi felt the anger starting to simmer within her. “Wait, you’re not talking about me sneaking out right?” She clarified.

“That.”

“As well as hanging out with the boy.” Jeonghan continued.

Joshua corrected under his breath. “Felix.” Seungcheol glared at him.

“I’m suddenly not allowed to hang out with boys now?” Jangmi asked accusingly.

“Not boys who are clearly trying to get in your pants.” Seungcheol replied, raising his voice.

Jangmi crossed her arms angrily. “That was totally uncalled for.”

“No. What was uncalled for was him flirting with you, and you not stopping it.”

“HE WAS NOT FLIRTING WITH ME.” Jangmi told Jeonghan. “And if he was, I would shut it down.”

“He shouldn’t even flirt with you in the first place.” Jeonghan exclaimed. “You’re his fucking sunbae.”

She held a hand in front of her. “I’m not even going to respond to that cos you’re off your damn mind. A girl and guy can have a civil conversation.”

“Not when he’s staring at you like that.”

“Like what?” She stoped talking- trying not to cry. But it’s too late, she blinked thrice but couldn’t stop the tears that were starting to roll down.

“He’s looking like you’re the most important thing in the world.”

“Why can’t he, Seungcheol?” Jangmi questioned, furiously trying to remove any trace of tears.

“Because-”

“Because what?” she asked firmly. Stepping closer to her hyungs. “And what if he was. Why am I getting punished for his actions?”

“You should have known and stopped it.”

“Instead of standing so close to each other.”

“Why is everything my fault?” Jangmi yelled. Like really yelled. And she rarely, if not ever, yells in anger. Frustration? Yes. But never anger.

Yet here she was, yelling.

“Nothing’s your fault. But you need to learn to read the room.”  Joshua acquiesced.

Jangmi turned to glare at him. “I did read the mother fucking room. And let me tell you what it was completely fine.” She swore in English.

“You guys.” She pointed at her oldest hyungs. She was crying again, the anger and bitterness in her voice a mere second ago was replaced by tears of frustration. “You guys don’t trust me.”

“No. Jangmi. We do trust you. You know we trust you.” Joshua’s voice softened.

“Well, doesn’t seem like it.” She pressed. “You complain I don’t have friends, and then don’t trust me when I decide to make friends.”

“We just want you to make the right friends.” Seungcheol clarified.

Jangmi scoffed. “And you know what’s best for me? I can make my own goddamn decision.”

“You can.” Jeonghan stepped closer. “But as your hyungs, we’re always going to look out for you. Whether you like it or not.”

“But why can’t I be friends with Felix.” Jangmi questioned. “What makes him different from Mark or Sanha or Somi.”

“He’s a boy.” Josh stated obviously.

“Hate to break it to you mate. Mark’s a boy too.”

“But we know his groupmates.”

“You can’t only expect me to make friends with members of your friends.”

“That was what you did before.”

“Yes.” Jangmi sighed. “That’s when I couldn’t speak Korean well. When I was super shy. I’ve been trying really hard to be more outgoing. And for fucks sake. You’ve all told me to be make friends.”

She paused to compose herself. “Do you know how bloody long I’ve waited for to make an Australian friend. YEARS. It’s been 3 fucking years since we’ve debuted, and you’ve ruined my one shot by being jealous bandmates.”

“No ones stopping you from being friends with Rose.” Jeonghan stated, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Someone’s gender doesn’t dictate if I can be friends with them or not.” Jangmi glared at him. “And once again. You have no right in deciding who I make my friend, through some bullshit criteria.”

“We’re making sure you’re being careful. You’re a girl. Don’t give boys the wrong idea.”

Jangmi raised her eyebrows at Seungcheol, after his last comment. “Don’t play that card with me.”

She tried to ignore the rage which was pulsing through her veins. “Why do I need to make sure boys don’t get the wrong idea? Why can’t they figure it out for themselves? You all have a brain. You can learn to read the room. Why does the responsibility have to fall on me?”

“It’s because you his sun-”

“Don’t give me the sunbae bullshit.” She interrupted Josh. “You know very well I would have been kicked out of Seventeen if I had tried to flirt with Yugyeom or Taehyung of some shit. Their members wouldn’t have been dicks and blamed them.”

Josh sighed in frustration, before pausing to think of his choice of words. “You know what. You’re right. We shouldn’t have put all the blame on you. We’re sorry.”

“We are?” Seungcheol asked in confusion.

“Yes we are.” Jeonghan agreed, his tone a lot kinder than before. “We shouldn’t have freaked out that you were making friends. Especially since we give you so much shit for it.”

Jangmi smiled. “Thank you.”

“Even though it did look like you were flirting, we should believe you when you say you weren’t flirting with him.” He continued.

“I understand how it looked like flirting. But I tell you guys all the time. I’m way more comfortable talking to boy after living with all of you. Girls’ kind of scare me.” She chuckled.

Jeonghan gave a weak smile. “And about the whole blaming you for his flirting was not cool- I think this is a perfect instance of the patriarchy influencing out through process.”

“I see you’re reading the books I got you for your birthday.”

Jeonghan nodded proudly.

Seungcheol cleared his throat. He had been awfully quiet during the other apologies. “Look. You’re our baby sister. And whether you like it or not. We’re not going to be very happy with you flirting with boys.”

“How many times to I have to tell you I wasn’t flirting.” Jangmi groaned.

“We do have to accept it some point, but just know we’re gonna give him a hard time no matter what.”

Jangmi nodded, wiping the tears which were now drying on her face. “I’m sorry for leaving you all and I’m sorry for giving the impression I was flirting, which I definitely was not.”

She stepped closer to them. “Group hug?” Jangmi asked, with her arms outstretched.

Her hyungs happily obliged, and she had never been so thankful for their warmth.

“Guys trust me. I don’t have a crush on Felix. Or Kevin for that matter. Honestly.”

Seungcheol moved her hair out of her face. “Do you have a crush on someone else?” He innocently joked.

“No.” She denied.

She totally did though.

#Jangmi SVT OC #seventeen #svt #stray kids #felix #joshua #joshua hong #hong jisoo #scoups #seungcheol #choi seungcheol #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #seventeen 14th member #svt 14th member #kpop female additions #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #kpop additions #female member addition #kpop fic #kpop au #kpop imagine #seventeen angst

[shotorozu]

quarantined

character(s) : the main three; todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral!reader, quirk’s left unmentioned.

headcanon type : fluff, sort of crack-ish?? [quarantine au]

note(s) : this is what i think the main threw would react iif you had to quarantine yourself for 14 days. let’s just say you got tested for ms rona— and it came back negative! but you’re still social distancing for extra measures

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todoroki shouto

so.. you’re getting tested for the ‘rona™️

because apparently, your friend contracted the virus— and your temperature’s a little higher than usual

but you wanted to get tested for safety measures.

and todoroki’s just chilling outside of the office, waiting patiently for his s/o to come out

then suddenly.. the doctor comes out of the office— telling him that you need to be quarantined for 14 days, essentially 2 weeks.

todoroki’s like “🧍f-fourteen.. days.? do they have the virus?”

but the doctor’s like “oh no, their temperature was just higher than usual. but they’re getting quarantined for 14 days just for safety measures.”

in short, you don’t have it.

todoroki sighs in relief.. but it’s not long before the panic comes back.

he can’t talk to, or see his s/o for 2 weeks.

shouto’s already miserable. poor shouto

he’s really pouty, that he can’t see his s/o for a while.

it may not look like he’s suffering— but everyone can see that he is

by the way he’s checking the clock every 2 minutes, and he’s a lot silent than usual.

you know by the time he’s available of any work, he’s dropping everything and contacting you.

you guys face time each other for 2 hours

during these calls, he wants to see your face— and y’all will most likely fall asleep with the call still running

at some point, he broke the rules and dropped food at your dorm (and you scolded him for that)

but!! his mood suddenly improves when you finally get speak to him

so you’re not really mad at him for coming to your room

he just wants to know how your day went, and if you ate anything or drank any water already.

it’s only one week in, and he’s missing you so much

“love, why do we have to do this?” he complains to you, and you can only give him a reassuring smile

“because the doctor says so, if i had the virus— i wouldn’t want to spread it to you.” you sigh, seeing him pout.

there’s really no arguing here

at the end of the 14th day, he’s already at your door— and when you open it, he’s pulling you into his arms; whispering how much he missed you.

bakugou katsuki

you guys were out grocery shopping, with masks and everything (as y’all should.)

and this old kaREN, that was standing behind you, not wearing a mask at all— coughed on you

bakugou goes off on this karen, yelling at their stupid ass for not wearing a mask or social distancing

afterwards, he will bother you to get tested— just for safety measures.

he’s waiting not so patiently for the results of the test

and boy, is he not pleased when he finds out you need to be quarantined for 14 days DESPITE not having the virus

like.. tf??

but after a while, he accepts the news— and that’s how it all began

like.. bakugou’s acting like he’s totally unbothered, almost as if you weren’t an issue to him

but deep down, he’s boiling with frustration, and the need to hold you only grew

bakugou kinda scares everyone off because of the way he’s acting

smh. why did his neediness only pop out when you had to be away from him for 14 days?

compared to todoroki, he won’t actually go to your room— but he’ll put his home made food outside of your room 🤍

and he’ll probably make your favorite food, but make it a lot healthier.

facetimes you so he can see your face— to check your wellbeing himself.

and at the end of those 14 days, he’ll blast himself to your room—

pulling you in his lap as he peppers kisses all across your face (let him be)

midoriya izuku

in this situation— someone from the hero course contracted the virus

so a handful of people had to get tested for the virus for the safety of the entire student body

you just so happened to be one of those people that came in contact with that person

midoriya’s worried sick now

like.. uh oh. what if my s/o has the virus?? what if they get deathly ill and di— no. no negative thoughts, izuku.

he’s waiting outside, and he’s pacing back and forth just waiting for you.

and he’s relieved to hear that you don’t actually have it. but,

you have to be self quarantined for 14 days

izuku’s just stuck in place, like he’s.. not gonna see Y/N for 14 days?

that sounds so miserable

he’ll be so pouty, looking at you from several feet away— and he just wants to run up to you and give you a hug.

but he knows he can’t :(

all might advised him that it’s probably for the best— and on the brighter side, 14 days could go by like a breeze

it honestly felt like a month

he still focuses on his training, but he practically thinks about you every hour, as he holds back the urge to visit you.

“what’s Y/N doing right now?”

“i wonder if they ate dinner already..”

“should i call them? oh.. what if they’re sleeping??”

izuku’s just a concerned boyfriend for his Y/N

calls with izuku last for hours upon hours, sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night— only to have the call still running.

izuku goes to his mom for some cooking advice definitely. asking inko for some cooking recipes to make for you 🤍

he’s definitely the type to slide notes under your door for you to see

he also places sticky notes on your door, and on the food’s containers— with cute lil animals drawn on the side.

at the end of those 2 weeks, izuku’s running towards you— scooping you up in his arms as he tells you how much he missed you i love izuku omg

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading! (i kinda changed the format a little bit, i hope it looks okay)

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing.

do not plagiarize my work :))

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha x y/n #bnha fluff #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #todoroki imagines #todoroki shouto x you #todoroki x y/n #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x gn reader #midoriya imagines #midoriya izuku x you #todoroki shouto x y/n #bakugou imagines #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x y/n #bakugou x y/n #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (February 2/2021)

The Crimson has continued to whisper. It has a plan for everyone. Each person plays a part in its plot. But some people resist their plans.

---

- Ponk has heard the Egg, and it’s been getting mad. It’s telling him to sacrifice Fran.

- Ponk plants more seeds in Awesam’s home.

- He’s having doubts. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. What would happen to Purpled if he didn’t kill Fran?

- Ponk does what must be done and kills F ran, not Fran. He can’t kill Fran.

- Ponk uses ancient magic and secrets to transport himself to the farm house.

- He goes down into the basement and reads a book.

- The book tells a story of a man made of straw with emerald eyes who is fascinated by lemons, and a new land of gold and sandstone. 

The man talks of ancient magic and gifts 21 statues to be transported in boats.

- Jack keeps hearing cats in the walls. He tells Shrimpy about the statues.

- Jack gets the urge to murder. Helga is tempting, but her husband absolutely needs to go.

- Jack ends up alone with Shrimpy and the statues.

- Ponk creates a portal for easier travel.

- Tommy comes online. He sees all the Blood Vines everywhere and doesn’t like that they’re on his territory.

- He goes over to Sam Nook, who tells him to clear all the weeds and Crimson from the build site. Tommy is disappointed with the lack of progress on the hotel, so he beats Sam up.

- Sam Nook explains that he’s worried that Awesam might not be alright and has been missing. Tommy tells him to not let his emotions get in the way of business. Sam says that Awesam might need more payment to prioritize the building of the hotel.

- Sam asks for two stacks of diamonds.

- Tommy asks Foolish for diamonds, then comes across Ponk on the path.

- Tommy offers him marijuana. Ponk says he only smokes pain au chocolat.

- Ponk leads Tommy through the Nether, saying he can give diamonds. He brings Tommy to ancestor Jack’s estate, telling him not to go downstairs. Tommy immediately goes downstairs and tells Ponk that these villagers are breaking the rules.

- Ponk gives Tommy 33 diamonds blocks in exchange for 3 pieces of kelp.

- Tommy gives the diamonds to Sam Nook, who says he’ll deliver them to Awesamdude.

- Sam Nook asks Tommy to deliver flyers to potential customers, and also to clear out the Egg.

- Sam Nook has not had contact with Awesam since Awesam’s encounter with the Egg.

- Tommy goes down to the Egg Room.

The Crimson begins to scream.

“Do you think you’re powerful than I AM?”

- Tommy goes to the Egg but...hesitates. If he destroys it, he’d start a war and everyone would be after his head. He’d start the biggest war on the entire server. He shouldn’t be reckless. Look what happened to L’manburg.

- How’s the Egg ever actually hurt anyone? It didn’t really hurt Tubbo, did it? Everyone else loves the Egg.

- Maybe he could control it?

- He takes the piece he cut off of the real Egg and replaces the injury to the Egg with a piece of Vine. If he puts the piece of real Crimson at his hotel, then he could say it’s endorsed by the Egg.

- Ponk, his eyes red (he might be high) starts attacking Tommy and Tommy runs.

- Tommy brings the Egg piece to Sam and gets stabbed to death by Antfrost. Punz arrives as well. Sam Nook tells them to get away.

- The Egg piece is in the Ender Chest.

- Tommy writes the first flyer to Dream. If he ever escapes from prison, Dream’s invited to come to the hotel as long as he pays.

I will be checking in on you soon.

He gives it to Sam Nook to deliver.

- He also writes a flyer for Tubbo, and one for Technoblade.

- Afterwards, Sam puts things in the chest and reads the book Tommy wrote for Dream. He takes off the Sam Nook outfit and puts on the Warden’s armor (possible switch of character?) He takes the Dream book and says he’ll “save that with us.”

- He says he should’ve given Sam Nook more things for Tommy to do.

- Awesam heads home. He hasn’t been home in a while, he’s been busy with the prison. He’s excited to see Fran again.

- His home is covered in Vines, and the murmurs of the Crimson can be heard.

The Crimson whispers as Sam approaches Fran, who is sitting there patiently. Strange that she appeared up there. Wasn’t she downstairs?

“No, no! You can’t have Fran, you can’t have Fran! What do you mean? No, I won’t give you Fran.”

The Crimson speaks again.

- Sam starts breaking the Vines as the Crimson continues.

---

(The Crimson says numerous lines throughout, unsure of when each one is played specifically)

“Do you think you’re more powerful than I am do you think you’re more powerful than I am do you think you’re more powerful than I am”

“I can save Fran, just give yourself to me.”

“How...how did you escape my grasp?”

---

- Sam destroys the seeds of the Crimson that Ponk placed.

- Sam gets rid of most of it as the Crimson murmurs incessantly.

- Callahan dies with no specific death message and leaves the game (this death message isn’t possible normally, without code or plugins)

- It’s too much. Sam starts exploding his home with TNT to try and get rid of all that remains.

- He breaks the last piece and the Crimson goes silent.

- Sam gathers the remnants and destroys them with the blue fire in Sapnap’s room.

- Sam goes back to the mainland and is horrified by how out of control the Vines have gotten. He flies to the prison and makes sure there’s not any there.

- He finds Ponk hiding in a box, his eyes still red (he’s still high)

- Sam goes down to the Egg Room.

The Crimson speaks, ever loudly.

- Sam gets scared and runs back up.

- Sam goes to Church Prime. Antfrost whispers to him in Galactic.

We know you hear our call, you cannot resist us.

- Ponk blows a hole in the church by accident.

“Don’t tell XD man.”

- Sam brings him snacks. Ponk asks if he has any plans for the 14th.

- Antfrost says hello.

- Sam goes to the meeting room and sees Antfrost down there. He has pearls this time. He jumps down into the Egg Room. Antfrost is just standing there next to the Egg.

- Sam speaks with Antfrost. Ant is just talking to the Egg, and asks if Sam has heard its voice. 

- Sam asks what it says to him just as Bad also logs on.

“It says what it says to all of us, Sam.”

- Antfrost just says the Egg has told him his plans for Ant. The Egg doesn’t want Ant to share his plan yet.

- Bad speaks with them. Sam asks about the plan, but Bad repeats that the Egg wouldn’t want them to divulge their plans.

“You know what the ultimate plan is, right?”

“We need to bring as many people to love the Egg just as much as we do.”

“One way or another.”

- Bad says the Egg requires nourishment. Ponk will nourish the Egg.

- Sam gets away and heads back home. He decides he has to lock the portal.

- Sam makes a clock and takes Fran outside for a walk.

- He sits with her on the side of a music and they watch the sunrise together.

---

Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps

[kouomi]

In Between

The Storm of the Eye

Summary: orphaned as a child, the only two people in your life were your best friends Keigo and Touya. Your friendship with them stayed strong into adulthood, but feelings of friendship can turn into love in the blink of an eye. Now you’re left with the decision: who will you choose? (Hawks/Dabi x f!reader)

Warnings: manga spoilers (Dabi’s backstory) cursing, fight scenes

Word count: 3,633

A/N: In case anyone hasn’t noticed yet, Y/ns hero name is Kocho (a japanese name that can mean butterfly)! I plan on posting a chapter every 1-3 weeks. Tag list is still open!

Part 1

Posted: September 14th 2021, 1:00 PM EST

“Hey, Kocho!” Midnight exclaims, waving at you from down the hall as you enter U.A.. “What’re you doing here?”

“Hey.” You smile, giving her a short hug before pulling away, “Eraserhead asked me to come in to help with a class.”

“Ah, have fun with that group. They’re… something else.” She says with a smile of her own.

You give her a questioning look as if asking her to elaborate but she shakes her head. After a few more minutes of speaking you continue on your way to the classroom, pausing momentarily with your hand on the door to gather yourself before entering.

As soon as you step inside every stare in the room turns to you, thankfully a feeling you were used to.

“You’re just on time.” Aizawa says, “We were just about to head out to ground zero.”

You stand on the observation platform with Class 1-A, who now stood before you in their hero costumes. They all stared at you and their teacher with expectancy and excitement, eagerly awaiting the details of their assignment for the day as they spoke amongst themselves. A wave of nostalgia washes over you in sync with a breeze of wind as you remember your own class, a faint smile pulling at your lips before a voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Today, you will be working together to capture Kocho in two groups.” Aizawa begins. “These groups will be split into two more groups. You’ll be competing against each other to be the ones to capture her first. You’re allowed to try to stop each other, but remember you’re not each other’s targets. You’ll have twenty minutes before the round will be stopped. We’ll get started in a couple minutes, so you have some time to warm up.”

The students nod before splitting off to prepare, chatter and strategizing filling the air around you. You scan over them all before making your way over to two boys who distanced themselves from the others, neither joining their classmates in their discussions.

“Hey, you guys won the sports festival, right?” You ask, the boy with two-toned hair nodding. “Nice! Your fight was impressive.”

“That wasn’t impressive!” The blonde responds angrily, “That half and half bastard wouldn’t put up a fight!”

You blink in surprise before narrowing your eyes at him. “You’re mad over winning?”

“Yes!”

“That’s stupid.”

“Huh?!”

Before he could fully lash out at you another boy comes over, blinking nervously at the angry blond before turning to the other.

“Todoroki, we wanted to talk to you about strategies.” He says, the boy he was talking to nodding before standing up.

“Todoroki?” You repeat, causing him to turn around again, “That’s your name?”

“Yes.” He answers and your eyes widen in surprise, “Why?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You reply, though your expression still displays your shock, “I just… knew your brother. Touya.”

His expression changes from one of neutrality to a mix of surprise and disbelief with a twinge of something you couldn’t quite distinguish, his eyes slightly widening as he stares at you. You stare back for a moment, a fifteen year old Touya with white bandages covering his burns replacing the boy in front of you for a moment before you shake your head and Todoroki returns.

“Sorry.” You apologize, replacing your expression with a quick smile. “I’ll let you three get ready.”

Before any of them could say anything else you turn around and walk back towards where Aizawa stands at the front of the platform, purposely avoiding their eyes by looking at the other students. The three stare as you get further away, Todoroki more than the other two stunned into momentary silence.

-

You stand in the middle of a clearing in the jungle of pipes and metal lines, your eyes closed though senses on hyper focus. Despite not being able to hear anything around you, you could still hear, and see, the students that ran around the area. Your butterflies were hidden as they followed the student they were assigned to, ten different scenes displayed in front of your eyes all at once.

“Is she actually going to do this with her eyes closed?” Midoriya asks, astonishment pitching his voice.

“It’s probably to focus on her quirk more.” Uraraka replies more evenly, though holds some of the same wonder in her eyes as she watched the screen. “I heard in one of her interviews it’s easier for her to see with it when she’s not looking at the area around her.”

“Why’s that one floating like that?” Mina asks, pointing to one of your butterflies.

“I don’t think it’s floating.” Midoriya murmurs, drawing his brow together before widening his eyes in realization. “It’s on Hagakure!”

Suddenly dozens of golden butterflies flood the clearing around you, all of them rushing to collect behind your back. They come together to make a now solid wall that Bakugo, who’d flown into the scene from a path in the pipes, flies into with a loud thud. He attempts to rebound back to where he’d come from but the butterflies come apart and fly towards him, carrying him away in the blink of an eye to the opposite side of the grounds. This pattern repeats as more students attack, though sometimes your work isn’t required as the students stop each other. Kaminari is able to puncture your seemingly invincible wall and nearly reach you, his fingertips just grazing over your wrist before you shoot up into the air.

“That was a close one!” You call down, grinning at those who stood in the clearing below as you hovered above them. “Gonna have to try a little harder, though!”

Their stares turn away from you and to something behind you, your brow drawing together as you scan through the butterflies assigned to students in the corner of your vision. After a second or so you find what they had been looking at, your breath hitching as you fly a few inches backwards just as Bakugo flies past you. He seems to have anticipated your avoidance, however, as he smirks and quickly changes his direction with an explosion in his other hand. The two of you go around like this for a few moments, Bakugos frustration growing as you continue to flee his attacks.

“Stop moving, damn bug!” He exclaims, reaching out for you with the hand that doesn’t propel him with an explosion.

Your hand lands on his wrist and the other quickly on his upper arm, pulling him towards you before pushing him towards the ground and powering the action with the help of a few butterflies.

Many more attempted attacks and student on student violence later, the twenty minutes come to an end with a loud sound of a horn echoing through ground zero. You grin as you land back on the observation platform, the students all returning with you with disappointed looks displayed on their faces.

“If I had more time I would’ve gotten you!” Bakugo exclaims, glaring at you as he storms away.

“Is he always like that?” You blink, coming to stand next to Aizawa as you both watched him start yelling at the green haired boy.

“Pretty much.” The teacher sighs, “If he would’ve caught you he probably would try to blow your face off. Literally.”

You stare at him and wait for the indication that what he’d said was a joke, but Aizawa maintains his even expression. Surprised, you cross your arms over your chest and turn away.

“Glad you’re confident enough in me that your student won’t kill me.” You say before turning to the class with a side smile. “Now, let’s move on to round two!”

-

After another twenty minutes of the class, reviewing with the students, and visiting your old teachers and coworkers, you were finally able to leave U.A. just as the sun has started to set. You sigh as you lean against the stone wall surrounding the school, pulling out your phone and opening your messages.

You

(6:24 pm): just finished still wanna go on a fly?

Birdbrain 🪶

(6:30 pm): yeah I’ll be there in a few

You

(6:30 pm): don’t take forever

Birdbrain 🪶

(6:31 pm): aw miss me already?

You choose not to reply to his text, only breathing a laugh through your nose and slightly shaking your head at the suggestion behind the message. Trying to pass time before he arrived, you open Twitter and scroll through your feed, occasionally liking the posts of fellow heroes and tweets from your fans before something catches your interest.

Japan Crime Updates

@japancrime

More burnt corpses discovered in a busy city street attributed to still-on-the-run villain Dabi!

Your brow draws together at the text before you sigh, mentally cursing your friend for causing more trouble so close to your patrol area. If he continues killing people at the rate he is and as close as he has been, you’d be forced to try and track him down. And, most likely, Hawks would be looped into the case. The idea of the three of you being tied up in a case like that already started to form a headache for you as you made a mental note to talk to him about it next time you saw him.

“What’s that look for?”

You look up and find Hawks landing just in front of you, red wings expanding out as if to stretch before folding behind his back. You offer him a smile as you shove your phone back into your pocket, letting out a sigh after doing so.

“Nothing, I’ve just had enough of the media today.” You answer and he gives an understanding nod.

“Well, we’re off the clock. Don’t worry about it.” He says, now holding out a hand towards you. “Ready to go?”

Your brow draws together and you look between him and his outstretched hand, his expression giving you no answer despite how you search for one. Reluctantly, you place your hand in his and let him pull you forwards, stumbling slightly as he positions you in front of himself facing the street. His hand leaves yours and both move to your hips, your head turning over your shoulder with a remark at the tip of your tongue.

“Better get some of those butterflies ready.” He whispers, cutting off any attempt you would’ve made at talking and creating more confusion in your mind.

Before you could react, Hawks hoisted you into the air, a gasp escaping you as you fumbled to activate your quirk. You heard him laugh as you stumbled in the air, struggling to summon enough butterflies in time to stop yourself from falling. Despite nearly landing on your face, you finally manage to regain your balance and right yourself, flying up a couple feet to assure yourself.

“What was that for?” You exclaim, softly glaring at the hero who hovered beside you. He doesn’t respond right away, instead continuing his laughing at your expense while slightly bent over and arms crossed over his stomach. Your glare only intensifies as he continues, his laughter eventually fading as he wipes tears from the corners of his eyes.

“Aw come on don’t look at me like that, it was just a little boost.” He says, now directly taking your hand as he flew up and backwards. “Let’s go.”

Despite your annoyance you allow him to lead you further into the sky, unable to resist the smile that made its way on to your face as he grinned back at you. Although he managed to continuously get on your nerves and find new ways to annoy or startle you, Hawks never failed to make you smile nor make every moment one to remember. Now, with his back to the sun giving him an ethereal glow as he pulled you upwards, you were reminded of how much all of that, how much he meant to you.

“-Cho? Y/n!” Hawks yells, managing to pull you out of your thoughts as you shake your head clear of them.

You look around and realize you were now just at the level of the clouds, both of you hovering with about a foot of space between you.

“Sorry, I zoned out.” You mumble, bringing yourself fully back to reality before continuing. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you’re okay.” He repeats, “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m fine, I was just thinking.” You answer as you start flying, Hawks matching your pace after going slightly ahead and turning around to face you.

“Oh, about what?” He asks, a slightly suggestive tone to his words you shrug off as interest.

“You.”

He pauses slightly before speeding up to catch up to you, an almost bashful expression splayed across his face before he covers it. The pink that dusts his cheeks and his slightly widened eyes stay, but you only acknowledge it through a small laugh.

“What? You asked.” You chortled, “What else would I be thinking about if you’re the only person here?”

“Right, that’s why.” He mumbles, more to himself as it’s almost too quiet for you to hear. You give him a questioning look but he shakes his head, plastering a signature smile on his face.

“So what do you-“ Hawks starts.

“What’s that?” You cut him off, pointing to the streets below.

He follows your line of sight and sees what you had been talking about, his expression matching yours as it turns to one of confusion. There, about two blocks away, a smoke cloud hovered above the towering city buildings, occasional sparks of light reaching through the smog. Without a word traded between either of you, you simultaneously speed towards the scene. Once making it closer you both hover just above what you could now see is chaos, taking in as much information as you could before taking action. You send out butterflies around the center of the action to get more angles, closing your eyes as they take positions.

“Nomu.” You state after seeing the creature temporarily pop out of the smoke.

“Is it a League of Villains attack?” Hawks asks.

“Seems like it.” You reply with a small sigh, opening your eyes and glancing to the man beside you. “Let’s go.”

He nods and you both dive downwards, a bright red feather tucking itself into your belt while a golden butterfly hovers just behind Hawks.

As he works on evacuating civilians you search for the villains, rapidly switching between your own vision and that of your quirks. You find the villain you know as Mr. Compress occupied with two other heroes who you leave a butterfly with, discovering two more members of the league in the same situation. While scanning through a lick of blue flames catches your attention and you fly towards the source, your jaw clenching when you see Dabi in the middle of a wall of flames and another hero. Gathering butterflies into the shape of a shield in front of you, you send them full force into Dabi sending him into the side of the building on the other side of the street.

“I got this one, go help Hawks with the evacuation!” You yell to the other hero who nods and runs off.

You turn away from their quickly fading figure and instead focus on the other that starts to emerge from the indent he’d created in the old brickwork of the building you had thrown him into. Brushing the debris off of his overcoat, Dabi sends a scowl your way and lights his palms with a blue flame. You send a lone butterfly down the alleyway beside him which he follows with his eyes, meeting yours once more before taking off between the two buildings. You follow suit, leaving a butterfly by the entrance to monitor if anyone followed you.

The two of you follow the length of the dark, narrow alley, dodging around grimy dumpsters and clusters of miscellaneous trash as you go. After he turns a corner you lose sight of him temporarily, taking the same turn seconds later only to be thrown against the abrasive exterior of the building behind you. A grunt passes your lips as your face screws up, a laugh at your expense ringing through the air.

“What was that for?” You grimaced, cautious of the heat you felt from where Dabi’s hand gripped your costume.

“Don’t remember throwing me into a wall five seconds ago?” He scoffs, “Just making us even.”

“Asshole.”

“Ouch.”

He releases you from his tight grip allowing your feet to lay flat on the ground, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the alley from you. You do a quick scan through the different angles of the fight still taking place on the street, ending on the entrance of the alleyway and finding no one near. You breath a small sigh of relief at that before returning to your own senses, your expression going stern as you meet Dabi’s eyes again.

“What happened to lying low?” You ask, raising a brow and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Following my boss’s orders.” He replies with a smirk, showing his obvious entertainment from the situation, “This isn’t your patrol area, why are you here?”

You pause momentarily as you remembered Hawks, quickly erasing him from your explanation before you speak.

“I was flying back from U.A. and “luckily” passed by.” You answer in what you hoped was a convincing way. “You’re acting like this was my fault. You’re the one that attacked the city without saying anything! What if I get assigned to the team to take you down?”

“You worry to much.” Dabi sighs, hand coming up to your head and ruffling your hair slightly. “It’ll be fine. This isn’t anything too important, just testing out a new Nomu. We’ll be gone in a couple minutes.”

“That’s not the point!” You exclaim and shove his hand away, “We’re supposed to keep our jobs separate!”

“Hey, why the hell are you so worked up over this?” He questions, slight annoyance laced into his words amongst the odd normality.

“Because if I have to start going after the league and the fact I know you and have kept contact without turning you in gets out, I could lose my job and both of us could get arrested!”

“Calm down, you’re thinking into it too much. Come on.”

Dabi starts walking further down the alley, glancing over his shoulder at you until you follow behind him. You temporarily shove down your own anxiety and anger in favor of keeping a low profile, though your mind still runs rampage with berating thoughts towards the man a few feet ahead of you.

The two of you walk in relative silence as the noise from the fight between your respective sides fades the farther away from it you get. Eventually you make it to a small building downtown, walking inside to a table in the back corner. A lone worker stands at the counter on their phone that not so much as glances at the two of you, the noise from the kitchen behind them easily able to cover your conversation. Dabi conceals his identity with his hood and takes his seat across the table from you. The restaurant was one the two of you often frequented, a safe place for you both to go together without risk of being seen by civilians, heroes, paparazzi, or any of the like.

“Why aren’t you worried about what could happen?” You ask, breaking the silence you had been sitting in since you’d arrived. Dabi takes another sip of the water in front of him before leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head and looking to you.

“Because that’s your job.” He replies, causing you to glare to which he laughs. “Come on, we’ve gone almost five years and nothings happened, why would something happen now?”

“Nothings happened because I also cover our, your, tracks.” You retort, trying to loosen up slightly after noticing him tense up. “I swear, you try to get on my nerves, Dabi.”

He gives a sly grin at this that makes you roll your eyes, the tense atmosphere from moments before melting away into the comfortable one that usually surrounds you both.

“You’re such a pain in the ass.” You sigh, giving a small laugh as he feigns hurt.

“If you really hated me, you wouldn’t have kept me around this long.”

You pause at this, your eyes panning over him as his words echo through your head. If you really hated me, you wouldn’t have kept me around this long. It was true, you thought as you took in how he looked, relaxed in your presence enough to let his guard down and laugh, a smile that pulled at the staples holding his skin together decorating his face. Despite how much of a headache he caused you, how you had to continuously go out of your way to keep him out of trouble and prevent either of you from being caught together, you kept him around for the sole reason of enjoying the time you spent together. He was a constant for you, an escape from the stresses of hero work and a close friend since the very beginning. He made you feel normal despite both of your lives being anything but. Dabi, to you, was the eye of his own storm.

And maybe that’s why you found your heart skipping a beat when he turned to you with that very smile. At least, that’s what you told yourself as you brushed off the thoughts of what lay beyond friendship, beyond that relaxed state you only got to see every now and then. He was perhaps your closest friend.

Friend.

-

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[skzfelixity]

Being A Counter | The Uncanny Counter

Just moments and life with the counters because you deserve a non-blood related family like this one💕

You were the 4th one to join the squad, if you count Cheoljung out.

Your spirit guided you to eonni’s noodles and you were more than confused.

“Do I have to work at a restaurant?”, “Oh wait- you want me to eat, how thoughtful of you!”

“Just go inside!”

Your spirit was annoyed to say the least.

“We’re closed-”

They didn’t expect to see you so soon since their own spirits informed them about a new member an hour ago.

Ms Chu welcomed you with a warm hug, Hana with a nod and Motak kept eyeing you suspiciously.

“Does your spirit need glasses?”

Ms Chu glared at Motak’s remark about your spirit picking you.

Don’t take it personally, it’s literally Motak being Motak at first sight.

After some explaining of what the counters do, you were asked to join them and you didn’t hesitate to immediately accept.

Your instant response startled Ms Chu, earning a chuckle from Motak.

“What are you so surprised for? If she didn’t accept, she would die.”

“She might die doing this job too.”

It was literally a situation of instant death or possible death.

Let’s go with possible death for now.

Oh well, what’s cooler than saving people’s souls anyways?

All four of you grew closer mission after mission.

Even though Hana was still cold and distant, you found yourselves getting along pretty well. Training together almost every day.

Motak became like a father to you.

He no longer had this intimidating aura, from your point of view.

His mean remarks were more like ‘I care for you so I will tease you’

He cares deeply for all of you but he will never admit it out loud.

Ms Chu would always remind you to eat and stuff like that.

She was like a mother to you and it did radiate a sense of comfort.

She definitely acted like a mother but if you asked her, she would deny it saying she doesn’t care about you and then the next minute she will be asking you about your day etc.

Game nights !!!

Just imagine playing monopoly with them:

Motak going to jail for the 14th time, he was used to putting people in jail after all, whining about it until his turn comes again.

Always gets 5 when he rolls somehow.

“The dice is broken.”

Ms Chu with a lot of money, she definitely did not steal it from the bank when y’all weren’t looking, waving it like a fan in front of her face.

“Where did all this money come from?”

“My pocket?”

Hana laughing more frequently than she did before.

Overall spending time together apart from work was fun.

Strong bonds take time.

You did a pretty good job capturing spirits, maybe because of their low levels but still it wasn’t easy.

Like damn, you lost count of how many times Ms Chu treated your injuries.

Using her power also affected her health but she didn’t even let any of you go without treating even minor injuries.

Got to stop her once by saying, “We need a mom for the group.”

She at least knows you see her as a mother and that makes her beyond happy.

She wouldn’t hesitate to reduce her lifespan for all of you<3

One day you were all eating noodles when an idea popped in your head.

“Why don’t we wear matching clothes when we go on missions?”

No one seemed against it, Motak liking it a lot.

You did fight over the colour though:

You wanted red, he wanted grey.

You ended up getting both.

Soon enough, the day that you didn’t manage to catch an evil spirit came, following the death of Jang Cheoljung.

His spirit, Wigen, found another person to become a counter.

Aaaaand your 5th member joined you.

He wasn’t as quick as you to agree but what can you say? It was live or die for him.

So Mun, a high school boy living with his grandparents.

He didn’t seem promising at first but he proved his potential soon afterwards.

You had to save his ass because he was always in trouble. 

Episode 10 can’t happen, you kept him in check.

Time proved that something you missed in your bond was So Mun, the team felt complete with him.

He is the baby of the squad, everyone worries about him 24/7.

Sometimes you would just mess with him for absolutely no reason.

Car rides after a mission always go like:

“Can I rest my head on your shoulder?”

and So Mun falling asleep a few minutes later, with all his weight pressed on you.

You trying to stay comfortable while not touching Hana.

“Touch me and I will kill you.”

You heard it once and you both knew, you didn’t need to hear it again.

The sun is up after a mission? Ice cream.

Eat all you want Jangmul is paying.

The moon is up after a mission? Meat/Noodles.

Missions increased, introducing So Mun to the grey jackets and trousers.

I feel like red would still be his fave ones though.

“Oh Ms Chu, it matches with your hair!”

*smack* poor So Mun.

Working on the restaurant:

You, Hana & Mun serving while Motak and Ms Chu cooked.

Honestly? It was a mess.

Mun constantly dumping into either you or Hana, stepping on your feet from time to time.

Some customers being scared of Hana because of her face, choking on their food every time she passed by.

Zoning out while watching TV was a regular for you and Mun, it happened to Hana too though.

Ms Chu calling you three to take the bowls, no one knew she could yell that loud. Motak often joining you in serving just to not hear her getting ignored.

Whenever high school boys came to eat, you could feel Motak’s glare from inside the kitchen.

“So Mun, tell them to leave.”

Poor Ms Chu had to hear Motak complain about high school boys’ poor mannerisms.

He doesn’t want you around boys, you’re too young for that.

That one time you broke a table, oh man.

“Oops?”

Ms Chu was furious, Motak laughing at the customers’ faces.

Had to clean the huge mess, So Mun offering to help.

You and So Mun? Besties.

You went to school together every morning, same class.

You two, Ungmin and Juyeon spent almost every break together, eating snacks and making fun of each other.

Always made sure to hide you when Hyeoku was around, he just knew this certain bully had a crush on you.

One time, he noticed Hyeoku making his way to your table holding some sort of candy. He immediately dragged you away.

Ended up looking at a wall, Mun claiming he wanted to admire the red and brown bricks with you.

He just doesn’t want you around Hyeoku because he is dangerous, no other reason:)

Having dinner at his house? At least once a week.

His grandparents obviously adored you. His grandma being able to recognise and remember you, well most of the time.

His grandpa’s jokes about you two becoming a couple, never failed to make you smile. His grandma complimenting you with the sweetest grin on her face.

Sleepovers happened a lot, usually falling asleep while discussing about evil spirits and all.

Hana warmed up to the team more. She started seeing you and Mun as her younger siblings, always taking care of you and looking out for you in her own way.

You were all cleaning one day when Jangmul stormed into the store.

“What do you spend all this money on?!”

Long story short: Motak, You and So Mun were guilty for spending too much on your stomach needs.

“All this money for food?!”

He wasn’t that mad, he just thought y’all bought a house and didn’t tell him beforehand. Motak threw him a bag of chips to calm him down.

Yep, Jangmul ate them all.

“You want to eat the bag too?”

A lot of dancing, especially when in a good mood during shifts.

Of course So Mun tripped countless times, wdym.

You had each other’s backs, there was no reason to worry.

You were a family and the restaurant was your home.

#the uncanny counter #the uncanny counter scenario #the uncanny counter scenarios #the uncanny counter imagine #the uncanny counter imagines #the uncanny counter headcanon #the uncanny counter headcanons #tuc #tuc imagines #tuc imagine #tuc scenario #tuc scenarios #tuc headcanon #tuc headcanons #so mun #mun #hana #ha na #motak #ga motak #mo tak #ga mo tak #ms chu #chu maeok #maeok #jangmul #shin hyeok u #hyeoku #ungmin #juyeon

[fleursdemeduse]

Remembrance AU: Fighting For the Right Side

Warnings: Nightmare [Depiction of child death] ; Mention of death ; Allusion to mass murder and bombs

Words: 3.3k

You were quick to settle into your position in Pogtopia. Every day was primarily spent with Techno, but it was relaxing. You farmed, took trips to the bastion you two had met at, he protected you in fortresses, you two even went mining together. He was a comfortable constant in your world. Even when the voices got to be too much, you were with him. But that might have been what caused it all in the first place.

Settling into the small alcove Tommy said you could use, you decided that you could take this brief moment of quiet to read. You felt safe in the ravine, so much so that you had shed your armor back in Techno’s hidden stronghold.

Once sat in front of the fire, you tossed another small log in the flames. You'd have to go find more wood tomorrow but this was enough; The fire burning was bright enough you didn't need to light a torch and waste extra materials they might need, and the air warm enough you only needed a small throw blanket for added comfort to cuddle during the parts of your book the suspense physically got to you.

And so you got comfortable. You relaxed against the wall and you opened your book. Page 47.

Suddenly, sounds bombarded the child - a mad rustling, and then, twit twit, echoing over and over. They were familiar sounds, not particularly frightening, but unplaceable. A heartbeat was louder than anything else and the small nine year old could only wish that the sound were quieter. That everything was quieter.

The maze was an overgrown thing. Something so large that anyone who encountered it knew they could never escape. The shadows kept moving though; rushing faster than legs could ever hope to outrun. Faster and faster they crawled like vines all around. And soon the child was engulfed. Darkness spread to every limb, smothering wails that spilled from parted lips. There were no cries for help or alerts to any who would listen. Soon, nothing remained.

The crash had startled you awake. Your nightmare releasing it’s hold from you at the sudden sound. You relaxed quickly, however, seeing Wilbur in a heap next to the stairs. He must have fallen again. You pressed your lips together, remembering Techno’s words. “We used to have railin’s but Wilbur, he just really enjoyed fallin’ to his death.”

The brunet slowly got up and pat himself off before looking up at you and smiling. A smile like that could have made sunflowers turn to revel in its glow.

“Oh, hey. Sorry for waking you.” His voice was soft, probably to not wake anyone else if they hadn’t already been awoken already.

"Don't worry about it. It wasn’t a very good dream.” He nodded at you in understanding. “What were you doing out? On a secret mission?”

The teasing smile on your lips grew bigger when his smile soured and he scoffed, grumbling to himself about how every mission was technically a secret one.

Yours fell away when he started walking off, his softness darkened with the thought of what happened during his outing. You hesitated. You didn’t want to wake Techno. You two were only just growing closer and you didn’t know how the hybrid reacted to missing out on the little sleep he was actually getting. But you didn’t want to be with your thoughts. Despite not being even remotely close to the man now leaving you behind, you reached out for him. “Hey Wilbur?” He turned to look at you. "Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don't want to be alone after that."

You watched his brown eyes brighten and a boyish grin overtake his lips. It reminded you of Tommy’s. You briefly wondered if his mood always swung this dramatically. “I'll stay for as long as you need." He made his way to sit with you and you added another log to the fire, sitting up so the rock digging into your spine shifted away. Wilbur sat across from you, his presence immediately making you relax.

"So, Mr. Leader," You taunted once more, "What was the secret mission?"

In the coming days, you and Wilbur spent more time together. He’d tell you the most random facts about himself whilst you two worked, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pay it any mind.

-

"Hey [y/n], guess what?"

"Hm?"

"I was born on September 14th. That makes me a Virgo."

-

"Did you know I can play guitar?"

"I think everyone knows that about you, Wilbur. Why do you ask?"

"I just thought you might wanna hear me play you something sometime..."

-

"You know, I was once married to this wonderful salmon named Sally. You remind me of her sometimes."

-

“With you on our side, [y/n], I know that we’re going to win L’manburg back. And I promise you’ll have a spot in my cabinet.”

It was decided. Techno and yourself would attend the festival while Wilbur and Tommy hung back and watched from a safe distance. You were nervous. A bad feeling grew like a stone in your stomach as they all prepared.

"Hey [y/n], come here a moment, will you?" Sighing as you stood from the chest you were going through, you felt your back pop in a few different places and you hissed before walking to where Wilbur stood. It was silent in the ravine, everyone just as anxious about the festival as you.

"Yeah?" You asked, resting a hand on his arm as you peeked around him at the paper on the table. It was a map of Manburg with “x”s scattered across it.

"Are you prepared?" He glanced down at you, watching the crease in your eyebrows deepen as you examined the plans.

"Mhm." You hummed, finally looking up at him. His eyes were so warm when they looked at you, just like Techno’s. Even if he didn’t have a smile, they were always filled with that same warmth that made you feel important. The two were more like brothers than either cared to admit. "Why?"

"Can I tell you something and you keep it a secret from Tommy and Techno?" Everything around you felt like it had stilled. Everything waiting for the other shoe to drop. The stone suddenly felt heavier.

"What is it?” He continued looking at you and you found it almost hard to breathe. "Wilbur?"

His hand reached to cup your cheek gently. They weren’t calloused like Technoblade’s. They were the hands of a poet, of a musician, of someone whose hand reached for the quill not the sword. They smelled of gunpowder. Your heart felt like it was in your throat when you realized what all of those “x”s were.

“You would risk letting all those people die just so you could have L’manburg back? Why?”

His voice came out hoarse when he finally brought himself to speak. "Because if I can’t have it, no one can, [y/n]. I'm so sorry."

Your lips trembled. You thought of all of the innocent people who would never see it coming. You thought of Tommy and Techno, getting ready in another part of the ravine who wouldn’t know until it was too late. You thought of the man before you who probably felt like he was doomed to keep repeating this action again and again. When had blowing something up ever worked in his past lifetimes? He had to know that this was crazy, right?

Wilbur continued to stare at your frightened face for a moment. He looked so serious. His dark eyebrows drawn together and lips turned just the slightest bit downward. But his eyes? The warmth that filled them seemed to be slowly draining and being replaced with dark melancholy. You hated that look on him and drew your hand up to hold the one cradling your face. “You don’t have to do this, y’know. There is always another way.”

Wilbur stepped forward, pulling you into an embrace that smelled of cedar and leather. His hand left your cheek to instead hold your head to his chest. You didn’t like this hug. This hug felt like he knew things were going to go horribly wrong and he didn’t want you to see the aftermath of it. “If there were one, we would have found it by now.”

Your hands gripped the soft material of his trench coat and you pressed your face into his sweater. You didn’t want this. You were happy to help where you could, but you didn’t want to be a part of the destruction of a nation. You just wanted to help your friends overthrow a tyrant. “I wish I were as brave as you, Wil.”

The soft huff of a chuckle reverberated through his chest as he squeezed you tighter. “Did you know that that’s the first time you’ve called me something other than my name?” His voice was uplifted at the end. He almost sounded happy by the thought. It was squashed when he sighed, pressing his face into your hair. “I wouldn’t call it bravery, though. Still, I promise that we’ll all end up on the other side of this together.”

You tilted your head up a bit to look at him. “Where else would we be?”

He didn’t answer you, just held you tighter.

If there was one thing Wilbur couldn’t describe himself as, it was good.

In previous lives, he had been a cruel, sadistic god. He forced hundreds of people to compete for his entertainment. They were rats, moles, ants, sometimes even just humans while he played the part of omnipotent creator. He had been a king sometimes, or a hero. And time and time again, he was just an older brother. But no matter what, he couldn’t seem to save the people who loved him the most. He couldn’t protect the ones who looked up to him; be it because he found sick joy in their deaths, or because he wasn’t strong enough.

He never felt strong enough.

When Technoblade had told him of the strange person whom he had met in the nether, he almost brushed it off. There was no way he had met someone whom he hadn’t shared at least one lifetime with. There was no such thing as new players who weren’t just NPCs.

However, when you stepped into the ravine, inventory absolutely filled with different items that you just willingly handed over to the pink haired hybrid with a smile, he was utterly floored. The curve of your lips, the tone of your voice, even the look in your eyes were all new to him. He had never once met you.

He approached the two of you with hurried steps, wondering what kind of trick you were playing, only to freeze when you turned your gaze to him. He could hear his own blood rushing through his ears and, for a moment, he wondered if you could hear it too. The expression you wore unnerved him. It was as if you had seen every lifetime, every possibility. Yet you still had the nerve to smile shyly at him. When you waved at him in silent greeting, he knew Technoblade had been completely correct in his assumption. Your lives were missing from your wrist.

You were an investment.

But no one made him feel as powerless as you did.

You were able to try things over and over and over again. You weren’t held back by memories of mistakes or fears. The tiny flits of trauma they all seemed to feel were just… absent in your being. You were unapologetic about running errands in Manburg and doing reconnaissance whilst you were out, seemingly unafraid during the recounts you had given him of meeting Schlatt and Tubbo for the first time.

And this seemed to hold true in your interactions with Tubbo. He didn’t treat you with the same feral energy he shared with Tommy or the attitude he put forth for his leaders. When you weren’t spending almost every waking moment with Technoblade, the soft murmur of your soft voices being heard through the stone walls that led to the farm, you were interacting with one or both of the teenagers that helped fuel the rebellion. Tubbo told you about new ideas he had, or described to you his day, or even just explained to you things that even he himself knew he would have trouble understanding, despite Tubbo being the one to explain them. Wilbur noticed that you just did that. You listened patiently while someone talked, despite the knowing look in your eye that made him feel like you already knew exactly what they were about to say. And this seemed to carry over into your relationship with Tommy.

You paid rapt attention to the blond, reminding him that even if he was still technically a child, that doesn’t mean he didn’t deserve to be listened to. The oddest part he found, though? Tommy actually returned the favor in kind. It wasn’t so much that you would go on long-winded tangents and he’d be forced to sit there and listen. It was that when you asked or told the sixteen year old to do something, he did it without too much of a fight. That’s not to say he wouldn’t talk back to you, he did almost every time, but it was the point that he would still do what you said without much hesitation. And every single time, Wilbur felt the sharpest stab of envy.

He had questioned Tommy after the first couple instances of it happening before him. He had cornered the very person who had been his younger brother in many previous lives against the cold stone wall on one of the walk ways while you and Techno were out gathering things from the nether and demanded to know why. However, the young soldier just shrugged in response. “They just usually have very fun ideas.” He had stared long and hard at the blonde, the other fiddling with the hem of his dirty shirt. He made a mental note to ask if you’d be willing to do laundry for them when you next went to Manburg. “That and…”

“And?” Wilbur had immediately prompted, knowing the time he had to question the younger was running short.

“They just have that tone of voice. And something makes me feel like I should listen when they tell me to do something.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to berate him. “Sometimes it feels like they know way more than they should. Like they already know what’s going to happen.”

The brunet’s words died on his tongue.

They all felt like that.

But if you knew so much, why did you never talk about any of your past lives like the rest of them did? If you knew what was going to happen, why were you so patient and let them make mistake after mistake?

The thought sat bitterly at the forefront of his mind as he pat himself off, having fallen off the side of the walkway yet again. He almost regretted removing the child-proofing, but he was an adult, and he didn’t need them, and he certainly wasn’t going to recant his insistence that they didn’t need them. He turned when he heard shifting and saw you slumped against the side of the ravine.

In the dim lighting, you looked different. You were cuddled under a thin blanket, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pressed into a pout that reminded him of a child. He must have awoken you. You looked rather cute like this, though.

He smiled at you despite himself. He was still a little hesitant about being around you. He didn’t need help in his daily activities like Technoblade, he didn’t need a guiding hand like Tommy, and he felt plenty listened to daily, unlike Tubbo.

But somehow, he didn’t feel as loved as you were.

“Oh hey, sorry for waking you.” The words had slipped from his mouth before he had had a chance to stop them. Now he’d be forced to converse with you. He watched your eyes look away from him, even in the dim light.

"It wasn’t a very good dream.” You didn’t have good dreams? What was there to have a nightmare of? He tucked that piece of information away for later, your eyes were back on him. “What were you doing out? On a secret mission?”

His mood immediately dropped, especially when he saw the mocking grin that planted itself on your face. It was as if this were a game to you. “Every mission we pursue is a secret one, you of all people should know that.”

The grin just grew and he felt his chest tighten. How could you act so lax when you seemed to know exactly what happened when he was out there? He turned to walk back to his desk to write about the events that had transpired and quell his anger. He wasn’t truly upset with you, he knew that, and he didn’t want to take that out on the one person that seemed to be holding together his fellow usurpers, but you almost irritated him. His soft steps reverberated through their base.

“Hey Wilbur?”

His steps faltered. Despite your previous mood, you suddenly sounded so small. Afraid. He looked at you from over his shoulder and was surprised to see your extended hand.

“Can you stay for tonight? I don’t want to be alone after that.”

A new feeling sparked in him.

You wanted him? The one who had been so helpful for everyone else, to the cause, even to him on occasion, needed his help? How bad had your dream been? You looked so distraught, so powerless. He didn’t feel so weak when you looked at him like that.

“I’ll stay for as long as you need.” Your eyes held a warmth that could rival the fire in front of them. You moved to feed it and he sat across from you. You two weren’t close in either sense of emotionally or physically.

When had that changed?

He felt compelled to check up on you more after that night, use you as the investment that he believed you to be. No one in Manburg knew of your status, and he was planning on using it to their advantage.

Or, he had been.

But you made him feel safe about sharing things about himself. You were easy to talk to, easy to work around, easy to listen to. You would have been so easy to use.

Maybe that’s why he told you of the plan he and Tubbo had come up with.

You had found your way into much more than his good graces, just like the rest of them, and he didn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. You were so susceptible to influence, he feared you’d start to see him as a villain. He knew what people would say about him. He wanted you to know his thoughts and feelings before you could be tainted by their remarks.

He had shared memories with you before. They all had. Words seemed to fall unencumbered whenever you were around and they were all victim to it. But you hadn’t judged any of them on the actions they had taken in their previous lives. You didn’t even judge them on the actions they had taken in this one. Despite this, he was still scared you’d be turned against him if he wasn’t the one to tell you.

“I think everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

It was his turn to prove that they were fighting for the right side.

#RemembranceAU #dsmp au #dream smp au #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt x reader #tw: nightmares #tw: death #tw: child death #tw: genocide #tw: bomb

[green-blue-heller]

i was going to say that people are going to be SO MAD when/if misha starts dating some young hot actress/model half his age. (outrage if she's hot. outrage if she's younger than him. outrage if she's a she. outrage because she's not jensen. outrage because she's not vicki.) Just you wait! The only way Misha could "win" in post-divorce fan-land is if he comes out and confesses he's in a relationship w/ an older man. Fans MIGHT be ok with that. nothing else. WATCH the internalised misogyny rise up

Oh people are already bemoaning him apparently holding hands with a woman over the weekend.

As if he hadn’t told the story, again, of how Jensen flirted with him during the My Bloody Valentine episode.

Dude. We know.

But do you know why Misha tells that story over and over? 😏

Because that episode was shot the week of Dec 14, 2009.

Yuuuup.

THEE Dec 14. The FIRST of twelve (so far, including the first) Dec 14ths that they have celebrated…

If cockles was over, Misha wouldn’t still be gushing over Jensen’s flirting, winking, and getting him flustered at the point when their relationship had changed into more.

I mean, that scene could have been one of the first ones shot after that night at the bar, where they had a nice romantic candlelit dinner with drinks. And decided to take a selfie together so that they’d remember it.

To which, ten years later, they went back and recreated that night, at the same exact table…

sigh…

😍

#misha collins #planet comicon #cockles #December 14 2009 #cockles anniversary #anon #anons welcome

[harryhandstan]

so..I hate that this is so late but happy to finally have this done and be posting it for y’all! hope you enjoy! thank you to my betas @tbslenthusiast, @serendipitystyles, and @summertimestyles​ you’re all angels!! also sham was so kind to help me create a playlist for this fic which you can find here!

this is for @taintedwonder​‘s Styles Valentine’s Day fic challenge and most of the photos from the header were my inspo along with prompts 3. Can you just hold my hand? and 6. Let’s run away together.

as always any likes, rbs, replies, and feedback is welcome and very much appreciated!

word count: 4.1k

writing tag | masterlist

You can read his face before he even opens his mouth to speak.

“You have to leave again, don’t you?”

He doesn’t answer at first, just joins you where you sit on the bed, an arm around your waist to urge you closer to him. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, as if that will soothe the sting of what he’s about to say. He buries his face into your neck before he speaks.

“Only for a little while, angel.”

You don’t respond by returning the kiss like you normally would, narrowing your eyes down to where he’s hiding his face, “How long is a ‘little while’?” 

“You could always come with me, y’know..” 

He’s avoiding the answer and he knows it, eyes darting up only briefly to look at your face. 

“How long, Harry?”

He’s fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt now, focusing on the loose thread hanging instead.

You nudge him lightly, pulling his attention back up to you, “Just say it! How long?”

He sucks in a big breath before releasing it and then the words come out in a rush, “A few weeks, possibly a month.”

You have to take your own deep breath before asking, “When do you have to leave?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

“Promise.”

“My flight’s on the 14th.”

“February 14th? As in we don’t get to spend Valentine’s Day together?”

“M’so sorry, love, I really thought we were gonna get to spend the day together.” 

He’s pulled back from where he was hiding his face, studying yours now. It hurts him to see the disappointment written there; the pinch in your brow, the downturned corners of your mouth, the way your eyes have temporarily lost their shine and fallen misty.

“Ya really could come with me, y’know. Take a bit of time off, would do you some good to take a break.”

He knows better, knows it’s just a fantasy that you would ever be able to get that much time off from work to be able to travel with him.

“C’mon, love, let’s run away together.”

The way he’s looking at you know, it really wouldn’t take much more convincing to turn his fantasy into a reality.

“What am I gonna do when I’m cold and don’t have you as my personal heater to help me get warm?”

“S’why I left you my pillow to snuggle with. There’s a ton of extra blankets too, use as many of those as ya need.”

How could you explain that no amount of warmth from any blanket would ever compare to his? A blanket wasn’t capable of softly brushing your hair back from your face or tenderly pressing it’s lips to yours as you drift off to sleep. You open your mouth to try to illustrate such facts, but you close your mouth just as quick. You aren’t trying to be difficult or clingy, and you don’t want your last bit of time together to be filled with your complaints.

That thought only lasts for a moment, your anxiety building with each mile closer to the airport, “Well what do I do when your pillow doesn’t smell like you anymore?”

“I’ll try to be back before that happens, deal? Besides, you’ve got a whole drawer of my t-shirts to sleep in too. They all smell like me, right?”

“They do, but, Harry..what if..”

“Shh, hey, we’ve been through this before, right? S’gonna be hard for me to be away from you too, but I promise we’ll be alright. You can call me anytime you’re missin’ me, remember?”

His voice is that of someone trying to pacify a small child just before a tantrum, and you feel as though you’re being whiny and unreasonable. Missing him when he was away was almost unbearable though; everything seemed heavy and dimmer and you know it would feel like an eternity before you were together again. 

“Promise we’ll make up today the second I come home. You plan the whole day and just tell me when and where to show up, okay?’

The fact that it was Valentine’s Day didn’t matter so much to you. You and Harry made it a point throughout your days spent together to express your love to one another whenever you could, so today was really just..another day to spend together. So it’s missing him that has tears forming in your eyes again, just as they had the night before.

“Can you just hold my hand? Until..” You don’t finish the sentence, letting your voice trail off so he won’t hear it break.

“‘Course I can, baby.” He offers his hand, never taking his eyes off the road even as he lifts your hand to his mouth to place a kiss to the back of it.

Though you know he would never admit to it, you swear you feel the speed of the car slow just the tiniest bit, Harry wanting to add as much to your limited time together as he can.

Despite it still being light outside, coming home to the space you normally share together alone makes you want to do nothing but crawl right back in bed. It’s mid-afternoon and with Harry not home to motivate you to do something more productive, that’s exactly what you aim to do.

After dropping your purse and keys near the door and double checking the locks, you’re startled by the sight of a bouquet of bright pink roses adorning your dining room table. They definitely weren’t there when you left, and you pluck the small card nestled between the flowers with your name scrawled across the front. It’s Harry’s almost illegible handwriting and the sight of it makes your heart soar with excitement before you flip it open to read the message. 

It’s simple and small, more of his writing scratched across the cream colored paper in bold, black ink. Love, love, love, H. There’s a badly drawn heart underneath the note, and that makes you giggle out loud, filling the silence. If Harry were here, he’d have some cheeky comment about how adorable your laughter is, how he loved the sound of it.

“Don’t want you moping around the whole time m’gone, yeah? Promise me y’ll do more than just sulk around the place until I get back?” This reminder was given just before he’d had to rush off to catch his plane, giving you no time to offer him much more than a quick peck and a sad smile as an agreement. 

So technically what you plan to do would not be considered breaking a promise, just..catching up on the sleep you would’ve gotten if you hadn't had to wake up so early to ride with Harry to the airport. Normally that was something you would decline to do, preferring to sleep in, which Harry usually was fine with; but this time he had insisted on you accompanying him on his drive, wanting to get as much time with you on this day as he could. 

Just as you're about to venture down the hallway to the bedroom, you spot another item you’re sure hadn’t been on your coffee table earlier that morning when you’d left. It’s a medium sized box, messily wrapped with red paper and tied with purple ribbon and a bow. It’s quite heavy when you lift it, so you sit on the nearby couch to avoid dropping it. You waste no time tearing the paper away, lifting the lid to reveal a candle surrounded by tissue paper. 

There’s a pack of two lighters wedged next to the candle, and you curiously pull it from the box first to see more of Harry’s handwriting on a red sticky note. 

Baby you light up my world like nobody else...

That pulls another laugh from you, this one is bigger and echoes through the dimly lit space. The candle itself is a scent he knows you love, and you bring it closer to your face and inhale deeply. The smell of it helps ease even more of the unease and sadness of him being gone. You dig your phone out of your pocket to check the time and try to calculate whether his plane has landed and he would be able to answer a call from you. 

You ultimately decide to nap first and give him a chance to get settled. He would most likely be calling you later anyway, missing you just as much as you missed him and wanting to hear your voice. You could thank him then for the flowers, candle, and the laugh. So you continue your journey to the bedroom, slipping out of your clothes and sliding open the drawer of Harry’s t-shirts. He’s right, they do all smell like him and you run your fingers along the soft fabrics before selecting one. 

It’s plain white, one of his undershirts normally tucked beneath his expensive button ups and ruffles, but today it’s perfect and comforting attire to doze off in. It’s loose and just long enough on you that you don’t feel the need to put on a pair of your pj shorts with it, The bed is still messy from the morning, and you swear you can still see the outline of where Harry’s body normally tucks next to you on his side. You pull the blanket back and crawl into your usual spot, but it doesn’t feel right; it’s too empty and quiet without Harry. 

You grab his pillow from his side and try your best to replicate the way you would curl yourself around him if he was here. It takes a bit of time to adjust, but eventually you give up and just try to relax into the mattress as much as possible, covering your head slightly with the blanket to surround yourself with warmth.

You peek through the space uncovered to the alarm clock on the bedside table on Harry’s side, the bright red letters read 12:32 p.m. and you let out a deep sigh before drifting off to sleep. If you weren’t so tired, the thought that crosses your mind might just make you laugh again.

Alone in bed in the afternoon on Valentine’s Day. What a shame. 

You wake with a start, bolting upwards at the sound of your phone ringing loudly from somewhere near the bed. You don’t even bother to open your eyes to see who it is, just following the motions to answer and plop back down onto your spot as you let out an almost breathless and groggy “hello?”

“Not missin’ me too much, I see, took you a whole minute to answer,'' You know he’s joking by the hint of amusement in his voice and relief floods through your chest before any other feeling at the idea of him making it safely to his destination, “You alright, love? Sound a bit outta breath. Having some fun in our bed without me?”

“I..no, I was napping, promise, your call just scared me awake..how did you know I’m in bed?”

“I’m only teasing. Just a guess, figured you’d find your way back to the bed not long after you got home.”

“Found the flowers and the candle. Your note on the lighters made me laugh, thank you. How’d you do that though? They weren’t there when we left for the airport and you didn’t come back in.”

“Had one of my assistants drop the flowers off, and the candle’s been stashed in the closet for a week so she set it out for me while she was there. Wish I could’ve been there to see your face and hear that laugh,” He giggles at the thought of it, “S’that all you found? The flowers and the candle? I assume you found the one in the bathroom too, right?”

You’re more alert now, sitting up again to try to process what he’s saying more easily, “What do you mean? There’s more? The bathroom?”

“A few more, yeah. Hid here and there for you to find.”

“You left me a scavenger hunt? Do I at least get clues to help me find them all?”

“I’ve just given you one, haven’t I? Might be persuaded to give you a few more later.”

You’re up off the bed now, making your way to the bathroom where another surprise awaits. You hesitate for only a moment, stopping just as you reach the door.

“What’s in the bathroom? More flowers? One of those big, fluffy teddy bears?”

“M’not gonna tell you! You gotta go in to find out!”

Flipping on the light switch has you gasping at what you see. A heart, entirely made from more red sticky notes, each one embellished with reminders of his love for you. You stumble over words, trying to form a coherent response.

He senses your shock even through the phone and graciously gives you a moment before asking, “S’the heart all wonky or does it look nice? Told them to make it as straight as possible.”

“H..it’s beautiful! How did you have time to write all these before you left?”

“Finished up most of them last night after you fell asleep. They came to me a lot easier with my muse snoring next to me.” 

You truly don’t know what to say to that. You’ve never had someone be so bright and loud with their love for you and just this simple expression makes you feel so incredibly special and loved.

You know that emotion is flowing through the phone when he speaks again, softer and lower, “Y’sure you won’t let me fly you out here to be with me?”

There’s the sound of another voice before Harry barks out another laugh, “Jeff says m’proper miserable without you. He said he’d pay you whatever your salary would be for the next month just to have you here.”

“Tempting, but..” Harry knows how much you love your job and how such a long absence would jeopardize the career you’ve built, so you know he probably won’t mention it again.

“Technically it was gonna be part of my present for you, so..I’ll give you another clue.”

“How very generous of you, H. Will this one make me cry too?”

“Maybe. Knowing you, probably,” You roll your eyes but listen for further instructions, “Just remember I had to rush and there’s still a few I didn’t get to add but, go get your laptop.”

“What’d you do to my laptop?”

“Would ya just go get it? C’mon I’ve gotta hang up soon and I wanna hear your reaction before I hafta go.” 

“Alright, I got it. What now?”

“Go to your music library.” He gives you a moment to navigate through your programs, “Should be a playlist there with your name on it, lovie. Wait, are you already crying?”

“Shut up! Yes!” You wipe at your eyes with the hem of his t-shirt you’re still wearing as you try to read over the list of songs, “This is so sweet! The flowers, the candle, the heart and now this. Harry..I didn’t get you anything and you did all this for me. Thank you, I love you.”

“Love you more,” You can just picture the smug smile on his face, pleased that he’s done a good job of surprising you, “You can make it up to me later.” 

“Don’t push your luck there, H. You’ve just been forgiven, I still have time to change my mind, you know.” 

“I know. I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” You hear what you assume to be Jeff’s voice again in the background, “I gotta go, babe. I’ll try to call again later, alright?”

“Wait! I don’t get any more clues? Can you at least tell me how many more are left?”

“S’no fun for me if I give away all my secrets now, is it?”

It’s only a day later when you find yourself in the kitchen, uncertain about what to make for dinner, eyes scanning over the ingredients in your pantry. Your laptop sits on the counter nearby, and you hum along to My Girl playing through the speakers, a song selected for you by Harry for the playlist he recently made for you.

You’re about to give up and heat up your leftovers from the Italian take-out you had treated yourself to the night before, when you spot the pack of Haribo gummy bears wedged in the corner. You almost have to stand on your tip-toes to reach it, and when you run your hand along the shelf you find another bag of sweets not far from the gummy bears. You smile down at the two bags, his favorite candy and yours sitting side by side.

There’s another of Harry’s red sticky notes on the pack of gummy bears: Being away from you is unBEARable. More of his cheesy jokes you’re sure he thought of himself. Your candy is void of any words, just another messily drawn heart, this time with your name in the middle. 

You decide to FaceTime him this time, wanting to see his face. It only takes 3 rings for him to answer, a tender “Hi, baby.” falling from his lips. The room he’s in is dimly lit, but you can still see him well enough to notice his hair is damp. His curls are more pronounced than usual, which was a sign he’d been too tired to much more than probably run his fingers through after his shower.

“Found another of your surprises.” You hold the candy up for him to see and he smiles.

“Better save me some of those Haribo, and not just all the colors ya don’t like either.”

You tear open the bag, sticking your tongue out at him before popping a few into your mouth, “I might, if you tell me where all the other surprises are.”

You can see him temporarily consider it, biting his bottom lip and meeting your gaze before he shakes his head, “Nah. I will tell you there’s only one more though..well, depends on how you look at it, but to me they only count as one.”

“They?”

He mimics locking his lips, and you decide to drop it for now, knowing you would most likely have to trick or beg him to tell you later. You’d let him think he won. For now.

You roll the top of the bag of candy down, opening the cabinet to tuck them back into the same corner you found them in. They just didn’t taste the same without him there to enjoy them with you. Plus you still had a still had leftover garlic knots and mushroom ravioli you planned to dig into later.

“S’that the playlist I made for you? Sounds like it.”

The song has changed to At Last, Etta James’ voice filling the small kitchen, “Yeah. I love this song.”

“Me too. Reminds me of you now..my love,” You sway a bit to the music before stopping, leaning forward to where your phone is propped on the counter, “Wish I was there t’dance with you.”

You try your best to hold back your emotions of missing him, but you imagine how he would rest his hands on your hips if was here. How he would spin you to face him and move his hands to rest on your back while he led you around in a slow circle across the floor. It wasn’t just his hands you longed for, it was the way he would bend to your ear to sing along to whatever song you were dancing to, especially one like this he knew you loved. You missed his voice in person, the way it would surround you with a comfort and peace you’d never be able to replicate with anything else. 

No matter what you do you can’t stop your thoughts from trailing to how when the song was over, he would lift you to sit on the counter and kiss your forehead. You’re wearing one of his hoodies tonight, and you pull the sleeve down over your hands to use to try to quickly wipe away any tears before he sees them. Once you feel you’ve reined in your emotions to the best of your abilities, you clear your throat before speaking again.

“I miss you, H.”

“I miss you too, angel.”

The music has changed again, Don’t Worry Baby by The Beach Boys lifting the mood enough you don’t feel so heavy and overwhelming with your yearning for him. You take a deep breath, planning to ask him about his day, but before you have a chance he says, “Go to your bedside table. The top drawer.”

“What?”

“M’tryin’ to tell you where your last surprise is. Go to our bedroom and look in the drawer. I’ll wait.”

You flash him a smile before turning to make your way out of the kitchen, through your living room and down the hall to your bedroom. It takes a bit of searching before you uncover a stack of bright, pastel colored envelopes tied together with the same purple ribbon as the candle from the day before. You work quickly to untie the knot and turn the lamp on so you can read the front of each one. There’s 4 total; open when you need a laugh, open when you miss my hugs, open when you need a reminder of my love, open when you miss me.

You tear into the final one immediately, setting the others aside for later. It’s not very long, the perfect length to boost your spirit even further. Just the thought of him taking time to sit down and write his expression of love for you makes you grin, and has that same feeling of being loved spreading through you as it did the previous day when you saw the heart on the bathroom mirror.

You had almost forgotten leaving him on hold in the kitchen until you hear, even from 3 rooms away, the sound of him singing along to whatever song is playing now. You close your eyes, picturing for a moment that it’s a typical night when he’s home, darting around the kitchen while he makes dinner or puts dishes away.  

You make your way back through the house to him, envelope in hand. Each one had been a different color so the second he sees which one you have his eyes brighten, his smile growing bigger the closer you get.

“Of course you opened that one first. Did y’like it?”

You shake your head no, breaking into a laugh when you see the look of disappointment on his face, “I loved it. Very charming of you to do all this just for me, H.”

“Yeah? I did a good job surprising you then?”

You roll your eyes. This man and his need for praise was too much, but he was yours, and you were his and you would do anything to assure him that you loved him just as much as he loved you.

“You did an amazing job, really, Harry. I never expected you to be able to do so much so last minute.”

His mouth drops open in mock dismay, looking down and shaking his head, “I can’t believe you would ever doubt me!”

You don’t say anything, just shake your own head at his teasing, sharing a look of adoration before you look away.

“Hey, did I leave my lip balm there? The coconut kind I use before bed? Thought I had it in my duffel but I couldn’t find it when I got here.” 

“Yep. I used it earlier when I got out of the shower. Want me to send it to you?”

“Nah, you don’t have to, but..you could bring it to me in person if you wanted.” 

“I would if I could, Harry.”

The tone of a new text from your phone startles you, and you try to suppress your elation as best you can at who it’s from. It’s Jeff, confirming the time of your flight he’d helped you schedule for the following day. Harry knows you too well, would instantly be able to read your face and be suspicious of what you were up to. You step away from his line of sight to let the thrill run through you, to let it fully wash over you so he wouldn’t see. You return as quickly as you can, brushing it off as if you’d just gotten a text from your boss or a friend. He was oblivious, none the wiser at what you were planning.

It was your turn to surprise him. 

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hello! can i request something funny with thranduil? ony if you're comfortable with writing itof course.

he took y/n in *like Elnord did with Aragorn* but she is a huge troublemaker,always pulling pranks on elves or sneaking to the woods and putting herself in danger, giving him many heart attacks in the process, yet he can't stop loving her.

*screams* I love this !! Of course I’ll write something based on this ! Let’s go !!

Erevan Ilesere’s Petal 

Pairing: Thranduil x Immortal! Reader

Warnings: Cavity Inducing fluff, Angst if you squint, Decent writing ??

Summary: No matter how much of annoyance Y/N is,Thranduil cannot stop adoring his lady. 

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Erevan Ilesere ; The elven god of mischief and tricks

Nobody knew who Y/N was, what she is, where she is from or why was she found in the center of the clearing at the heart of the forest Mirkwood. Neither did she. She knew nothing of herself except her name. But that didn't intrigue Thranduil, the blue petal mark etched on her skin did.

The battle of the five armies had been a turning point in Thranduil’s life, he was at calm with himself, but at the same time he felt lonely. He let his son go on an adventure that he’d not know when he would return from, he was at peace with his wife’s death.He had to let her go.Though she would always have a special place in his heart. He had to focus more on his people, flourish his kingdom and move on. But he felt empty.

He felt alone.

So went he found Y/N heavily injured at the clearing, he didn’t hesitate to take her in.

Y/N was different. Not in normal mannerisms she was not. It was unexplainable. She was different.

After she was taken in by Thranduil and healed, she said she knew nothing of her kin or where was born. All she remembered that she had been living the life of a ranger for as long as she recalls.

She had always been alone.

But that never stopped her from being vocal. She was bold, so bold that she would barge into the court meetings to give the most random suggestions, make jokes or even put flowers in Thranduil’s crown during it. And he would always let her, sometimes even smiling.

The elves didn’t expect it. Valar! No one on Middle Earth would have. 

Y/N became the most adored individual in the entirity of Mirkwood. She made the place happier, the forest was healing and things got better.....

But everyone has things others do not enjoy about themselves. Y/N did too. She was chaos in a bottle. 

Once she had covered onions with caramel and gave it to the palace guards claiming they were caramel apples. The other time she had paired along with with Mëludir, Lindir’s brother who was at Mirkwood and had filled the sweet Lembas bread with mayonnaise instead of cream which had everyone at the dinner table spit it out except Elrond who as wierd as it seemed, took a liking to it. She had put a rat inside Tauriel’s hair, having her scream across the hall. And Rumil and her had filled Haldir’s shoe with mud which had forced the two to hide for the entire day later with Y/N hiding behind Thranduil and his robes flinching everytime Haldir was yelling at her.

“Lady Y/N this is not a joke I had those shoes cleaned yesterday and now you have ruined them! And Rumil you are no less! Is this how you treat me? Your Gwanur(brother)?? Lady Y/N that is not it-”

“Haldir enough leave her be”,Thranduil ordered as he hid you behind him even more as you clenched his robes.

“But-”

“I had helped her put the rat in Tauriel’s hair....are you going to discipline me too?”

“Apologies nin aran (my king), I am just simply worried she will get herself in trouble.....”

“Hmmm you are dismissed.”

With that Haldir had left pulling Rumil along with him. Thranduil looked down to see Y/N poking her head out from behind him and giving him the biggest and most sweetest smile possible. The elven king let out a chuckle as he shook his head. Freezing when she gave him a hug before she ran out mouthing a thank you. 

Thranduil would always side Y/N, even if he wouldn’t admit that she would scare the life out of him everytime she would do something dangerous, the others would warn him about the dangers she puts herself into but he would refuse to believe them. It wasn’t that he believed she wouldn’t do something like that but it was because he believed Mirkwood would be impossible for her to get out of without help.

But oh how wrong he was.

Ever since Y/N came to Mirkwood a few decades ago Thranduil’s daily schedule had always been the same. Wake up, do formal chores (like bathing, having breakfast with Y/N etc.) ,attend court and hear his people out, roam around palace halls or in the kingdom, spend his free time with Y/N and then spend his time researching something in the library before sleeping. This night was no different except there was an erractic knocking on the library doors. Y/N’s lady in waiting pushing through with a very alarmed look on her face. Thranduil cocked an eyebrow at her, ready to yell at her to disturb him at this time of the night. But the look on her face made him wait for an answer.

“Your Majesty, Lady Y/N she- she-”

“I would appreciate if you complete your sentence”

“She dissapeared !”

Thranduil’s eyes widened. An unfamiliar look passing across his face as he unseathed his sword and speed walked out of the library.

“HALDIR !”

“Lord Haldir and the patrolling team is looking for her in the city right now my lord ! She is nowhere to be found !”, the elleth contiued following him. 

“SEARCH EVERY CORNER OF THE KINGDOM !” ,he yelled at her before mounting his elk and riding into the forest.

He searched for her, by the clearing, the spiders nestings, the old bridge, the narrow pathway that lead to the darker parts of the forest. But she was nowhere. 

“Y/N !?”,he yelled for the 14th time, his voice hoarse is eyes seaching frantically. Orcs and Wargs always preyed at night it wasn’t safe.

Splash

He heard the movement of water not much far from where he was he panicked, his elk moving swiftly but gracefully enough to not startle whatever was making the noises but this action was quite ruined by Thranduil yelling out the missing lady's name startling everyone before his eyes. Both him and his elk froze. There Y/N sat, by the backwaters looking at them with eyes widened as big as saucers, along with who seemed like mermaids that swam away as soon as they saw the elven king splashing Y/N with water wetting her completely.

“Thranduil? W-What are you doing here?”,she stuttered.

Thranduil moved closer to her watching as she visibly tried hiding something behind her back. He noticed how she was barefoot and scratches and cuts littered across her feet making his jaw clench.

“What are YOU doing here?”, the blonde elf hissed clearly angry but Y/N couldn’t point out why. Before she could even reply he yanked her hand from behind her back before stilling completely. His eyes unmoving from the contents in her hands. Forget me not flowers..... They had stopped growing in Mirkwood years ago. Drooping and dying more every moment the royal family distanced itself from each other, In grief, pain and misery.

“Where did you-”, ah the cuts on her feet, the dirt on her hands.....she brought them from out of the forest...

“I had seen them on our trip back from Rivendell months ago.....They were dying....I asked the mermaids to help me save them with spells, but you came interrupting them....”,she said in a soft voice, on the verge of tears breaking Thranduil out of his trance as he panicked,cupping her face with his larger hands. “I am sorry Lady Y/N I was simply worried about you, why did you not tell me? I could have helped you...”,he asked looking directly into her eyes as she poorly attempted to not shed any tears. “I didn’t want to bother you. I already bother everyone else. I don’t want to loose all of you..”, she said, tears unevitably falling and rolling down her cheeks. Oh... She thought she was alone...she had never asked for help from anyone....she felt insecure no matter how much everyone loved her....he knew someone who was like her few decades ago.

Him.

“You could never !”,he intended to say softly but it came out as a yell, making the woman flinch. He was mad, at himself for not noticing,for dismissing hints. “You would never......we care for you too much. Valar ! I care about you too much ! Everytime you do something dangerous my heart leaps....but I cannot resist your eyes, your words, you tempting smile.....Look at me....I do not wish to loose you like lost the rest of my people I cared about......”, Thranduil finished, his face only a finger distance away from the girl. “What are you doing to me Y/N ?”, he whispered, the other still trying to process everything. “Can I kiss you”, she whispered back. “Please...”,Thranduil said,his voice almost coming out as if he was begging.

And she did as the king asked, lips moving softly yet with love, for the first time in his entire life, the blond elf had let himself be completely vulnerable. His posture,his personality melting, almost as if a light glow covered around them. Even his dragon fire scar revealing itself for the first time to Y/N as they broke the kiss. Thranduil didn’t flinch when touched it, when she left a lingering kiss on it, smiling that wide smile he adored so much at it. The stayed that way before she leaned into his chest for a while,his arms around her. “No matter how much chaos you create I will never hate you...”, he said as he took in her scent.

Splash!

The voice echoed startling the two as the separated from each other, their faces red, only to see the group of mermaids hiding behind the rocks, their eyes on Y/N’s hands

The flowers were back alive and blooming....

That was the moment Thranduil knew that he had faced dragon fire once, but for his Lady he would face it again and again. He couldn’t help adoring her.

Back at the palace library the book was well forgotten, the pages flipping till it rested on a particular page littered with blue petals

Erevan Ilesere‘s Petal,his descendant on Middle Earth. 

But that is a story I, Gandalf will tell you another time.

--The End--

Finally ! Behold ! I am done after ages of procrastination! Thank you for requesting this fic it was really fun to write ! I may have gotten a bit distracted but did you like the twist ? I'm sorry if it's not really great but I really tried my best🥺.I really hope you did ! @gorgeourrific-nerd you too ! I think it is a bit similar to your request I hope you liked it too ! The rest of ya’ll too I ain’t forgotten ya’ll. Pleade like and reblog my posts if you like them ! Feedback is highly appreciated and please do not plagarize my work. I really work hard on them ! Thank you for supporting me! I love ya’ll so much !!

~Love, Hri

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Red Roses: “I Love You” - Vision Ending

Valentines Special: Day Nine

Day One: Morning Glories  //  Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers  //  Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips   // Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus  //  Day Eight: Daffodils (Post with rest of the character endings)

Plot: It’s finally Valentines Day, the day the reader will finally learn who it is that had been leaving them flowers and notes expressing their secret feelings.

Pairing: Gen!Neutral Reader x Vision

Note: Gif made by me on Giphy, not great quality buuut, I couldn’t find any suitable gifs already on here. 

Triggers: None        Words: 1,674

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February 14th

You stared off into space as your mind wondered off into a daydream. You couldn’t stop wondering how your admirer would show themselves to you, or even when they would. At the party was your assumption, but they never said so in their notes. Just that it would be today. 

“Y/n! Hellooo?” a voice called out in amusement, breaking you from your thoughts. 

“Huh? What?” you asked before realizing where you were “Oh sorry” you chuckled. 

Natasha smirked at you as you came back to reality, you were sitting at a diner table with her, having gone out to breakfast together. “You sure are distracted today. Got anything to do with a certain mysterious someone?” 

You eyed her before taking a sip of your drink “Maybe.”

“So, you don’t know who it is yet then?” 

“No” you admitted “Why, got something to tell me? Your loving friendship turn into passion?” you joked, you had figured it wasn’t her by now, you were close, but not that close. 

She laughed “You got me figured out then?” 

You began picking at your food “I keep thinking about everyone individually, but I just can’t figure it out.”

“Well, who do you want it to be?”

You met her gaze, no matter how close you were, you had yet to tell her about your feelings for a particular android, what would she think? 

“Oh come on, there isn’t one you want it to be above the others?” 

“There is...”

“So, who?”

You met her eyes again before taking a drink, whispering it out “Vision.” 

She stared at you for a moment “Vision?” 

“Yeah yeah I know” you put your face into your hands.

She smiled “No, Y/n, it’s fine I get it.”

“You get it?” you asked, peeking through your fingers. 

“Yeah come on, I mean, he’s charming, smart, basically human. I mean, he even has a human form, which I must admit is pretty damn cute.” she said with a smile.

You chuckled as you put your hands back down “I don’t even know if he...feels, like that. I mean, he has emotions, but...can he feel, I don’t know, attraction? Love?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past him. Like I said, he is basically human in a lot of ways. He eats, sleeps, laughs, why not love?” 

“And you don’t think it’s weird?” 

She shrugged “Not any more weird than dating an alien.”

You thought about it more, you really did like him, a lot, you even think you loved him, actually you were positive. But you ran from it because of the possible backlash of loving an android. Even though, no matter his appearance, you never saw him as that. Because he was so human. You had grown so close to him that you couldn’t help the feelings that grew for him. He was kind and patient, and held many of the attributes you thought the best people could have. Natasha was right, he was basically human. Maybe he could love you. But, you still didn’t know if it was him. 

“But what if it’s someone else?” you said after some time. 

“Then you’ll do what you feel in the moment.” she said simply. 

- - -

After breakfast with Natasha, you went on a few work calls for Fury, small transport missions that took the rest of the day. So, now, you were finally back in your room, looking through your closet for something to wear to the party. You had completely forgot to pick something out ahead of time, and now the party was going to start in less than 30 minutes. 

Debating whether you should really dress up, or go a bit more casual, you groaned as you sorted through your clothes. “Maybe something in between?” you wondered out loud, finally grabbing a few pieces you thought would be suitable, and a pair of shoes you had recently bought, and quickly finished getting ready. 

It wasn’t until you were in the elevator riding up to the party floor that it finally hit you full on, that this was probably the last moment you’d really have wondering who it was that left the notes and flowers. You would find out once and for all, who it was that apparently felt so stronger towards you. And as the elevator stopped on the floor, you took a deep breath and walked out, trying to convince yourself that you were ready for anything. 

Walking through the crowd, you saw Natasha, Bruce and Sam at the bar and made your way over to them. When Natasha saw you she smiled and nodded at you, a secret confidence boost. “Hey” you said as you sat besides Bruce. He and Sam greeting you with smiles. 

You sat with them for a while, talking and joking, and you had managed to forget about the anxiety of the evening for a while. Up until two voices greeted you from behind. Turning, you were met with Steve and Vision approaching. 

“Hello, Y/n, you look very nice this evening” Vision greeted with a smile. 

“Thanks Vis, you too” you tugged on the dress-shirt he was donning, making him smile, as you tried to ignore the own heavy beating of your heart. 

You all sat and talked for a while longer before parting and mingling with others around the party. Your anxiety fluctuated throughout the night, having had one on ones with most of the avengers at one point in the night, but hearing no confessions yet. You started to wonder if they were going to tell you at all.

As you walked over to a table and sat down, you grimaced as you adjusted your feet, which were now very sore. ‘That’s what I get for wearing new shoes’ you thought to yourself before deciding, if you were going to make it through the end of the night you needed to change shoes.

Rising, you began walking towards the exit, passing by Natasha, Wanda, Vision and Thor. Natasha gave you a quizzical look “You alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m just going to go change my shoes” you said giving a parting smile to the group as you left. 

When you got into the elevator you slipped off your shoes and picked them up, walking to your room and quickly making your way to your closet. After grabbing new shoes you went into the bathroom before you were going to head back to the party. When you exited the bathroom you almost stumbled to a stop when you saw a large vase with red roses sitting on your kitchen counter. 

“Was that there?” you questioned out loud, did you really miss that when you rushed in?

Walking slowly up to the counter, you admired the flowers before looking through them for a note. You felt confusion and a bit disappointed when you found none. 

“Red roses hold the meaning ‘I love you’.” a voice said from behind you, making you spin around quickly. 

Vision was standing at the door to your room, probably having had walked right through it. “Vision” you said quietly. 

He took a few steps into the room “I hope you are not too...disappointed in finding out that it was me who has been leaving you the flowers and the notes” he said while watching you closely, surely for your reaction. ”And I hope, you are not mad at me for lying to you when you asked me before, if I delivered them to your door that day.” 

Getting over the immediate shock, you shook your head, a smile crossing your face “I’m not disappointed Vision, a bit surprised maybe, as I was..unsure if you felt anything like that for me.”

“Or in general?” he asked, as if reading your mind.

You shrugged slightly as you took a few steps closer to him “I must admit it crossed my mind” 

“Yes, I’m sure it did, and I understand why. I myself was quiet..taken back, when one day I finally figured out what it was that I had been feeling.”

You gave him a slight questioning look “Attraction” he said, answering your unspoken question before adding on, while walking the rest of the way up to you  “...Love. But I do feel it, quite strongly.” You looked up at him as he stared into your eyes “But I have been afraid, that, perhaps, you could not be attracted to...something like me.”

“Something like you?” you questioned.

“An android, something that is not human.”

You took a step closer, so that you were nearly touching “Vision” you stared into his eyes “You are closer to being human than some humans I’ve met. Your kind, and smart, you have morals and beliefs. Your are not just ‘something’, whether an android or not, you are a great man, and I don’t see you as anything other than that.” 

He stared at you with a sense of awe as you told him this, his doubts about how he thought you felt fading away to hope as you smiled up at him “And...” he began “Can you see yourself...loving me? As I love you.” 

You smiled at him as you brought your hand to his face “I already do.” 

He smiled as he brought his hand to yours “Then I could wish for nothing else. Except..maybe one thing.”

“What’s that?” 

Moving his hands and bringing them to your face he leaned forward, bringing his lips to your own in a kiss. It lasted only a few moments, but long enough for you to seemingly get lost in it. When the kiss ended, you stared into each others eyes for a few moments before Vision pressed his forehead lightly against your own “Now, I can wish for nothing more but this to last.” 

“Then it will” you said with a gentle smile.

Forgetting to return to the party, you stayed together and made sure that this moment did in fact last for as long as you could allow it too, knowing that after this evening everything would be different, everything would be better. 

xx xx xx xx xx

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