#me apparently since I spontaneously woke up in the middle of the night

[petit-papillion]

Buogiorno, everybody! Who's ready for the first FP of the season?

🎥 Scuderia Ferrari

#me apparently since I spontaneously woke up in the middle of the night #thinking surely FP1 is already done #but no it was still 2½ hours away #better go back to sleep... #but had to post this video first as it's too cute #charles leclerc #bahrain gp 2024 #bah24 practice day

[captains-simp]

Hey!! I was wondering if there’s a chance you could write Angst 4 with situation 4, with Wandaxfem!reader? Thank you so much anywho, I hope you have a great day

I absolutely can and you have yourself a great day too

"Wake up, dammit!"

Warnings: injury detail, near death, thoughts of death and me once again not really understanding how the human body works

2k words

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Being an Avenger required a lot of skills. Practical, physical and mental. You excelled at most of it, your life and that of your teams depended on it. But you had a tendency to let personal matters get in the way.

You weren't the only one guilty of that. You were pretty sure you could name a time it had happened to everyone on the team at some point.

But you and Wanda were much more liable to let that get in the way than the others. You had both made a couple of bad decisions in the past to protect one another's safety. It was hard to control. Your first instinct would always be to protect your girlfriend, as was hers for you.

That was when things were good between you. Things being bad was a new concept, especially the way it affected a mission.

"Clear on the fourth floor C corridor." Wanda said through the comms. You jaw clenched tightly as you withheld the urge to role your eyes.

"I just confirmed that, Maximoff." You said back. Wanda didn't respond to that, not that you expected her to.

You were both working your way up a building that Hydra agents were supposed to be hiding out in. Wanda took the left side and you took the right, there were times where you met in the middle with no exchange of words.

"Thanks anyway, Wanda." Natasha said in an attempt to ease the obvious tension.

You continued to up the stairs to the next floor and tried not to think about the fight you had had the night before. It was a blur the next day, the reason it all started was unknown to you both. You had both been in a bad mood and things had soon escalated...badly. You had both said hurtful things, things you wished you could take back more than anything. The pair of you had formed a habit of giving each other space before apologising, but you had been forced together on the spontaneous mission that has thrown you both off, even more so by the fight being the worst one you two had ever had in your four years of dating. You had no idea where you stood with Wanda.

When you arrived in the center of the fifth floor you and Wanda rounded opposite corners into the main hallway at the same time. You paused when you saw her, she did too.

You were about to say something to her. Something that wasn't bitter or tense. You had the sudden urge to spill out an apology but she spoke first.

"Clear on the fifth floor corridor A." She didn't spare you a second glance, continuing through the building. You nodded to no one and hastily blinked back the tear that threatened to spill.

Focus on the mission. Focus on the mission. Well you didn't have much luck doing that.

"Going on to the next floor." You said steadily. You hadn't done a proper sweep of the floor, but nothing in the building showed any signs of people being there and you needed to put more distance between yourself and Wanda.

You should have waited for her. You knew that. She knew that. No one protested.

As soon as you were on the second floor you let your guard down and leant against a wall to take a moment to gather your thoughts. That was a mistake. A significant one.

You weren't in the right head space for that mission. That become so much more apparent when you when two bullets hit you.

Whether it was shock, panic, being distracted or a most likely combination of all three, you barely registered the first bullet. You saw who shot it though. One single Hydra agent who made a break for the exit behind you.

Just as you raised your gun to fire the second bullet hit you and sent you falling to the ground. You registered him jumping over your immobile body towards the stairs but before he could put one foot on them red swirls surrounded his body and threw him against the wall, knocking him out cold.

Wanda emerged from the hallway and skidded slightly in panic as she stopped to turn your way. Her eyes widened at the sight of the blood covering your clothes and hands. You were shaking violently while trying to put pressure on the wounds, but you didn't know where exactly they were. You couldn't feel any pain. Just numbness. And that was terrifying.

"You...no, fuck. M-medical assistance- now. Y/n's...been shot." Wanda stammered in panic as she knelt down beside you.

Natasha was giving Wanda instructions but you weren't paying attention to anything except your girlfriend.

"It's...okay." You struggled to say. Your breathing was laboured and speaking was even harder. The distinct taste of blood was in your mouth but you had to ignore that.

"I shouldn't have let you come up here alone." Wanda scolded, tears trailing down her cheeks as she found the two wounds. She ripped some fabric from her shirt into two pieces and held them against your stomach.

"I probably...would have...bitten your head...of if...you tried to." You laughed, instantly regretting it as pain shot through you. The shock was wearing off and the pain was taking its place in the most unmerciful way.

Tears fell from your eyes and your head fell back against the hard ground as you gasped, struggling for air. Wanda moved behind you and placed your head in her lap while she continued to apply pressure.

"I'm sorry." Your voice broke as you spoke. "I'm... so sorry for...last night." Wanda instantly shushed you and shook her head. Her left hand stayed on your stomach and her right combed through your hair to calm you.

"We both said bad things."

"I didn't...mean it...any of it." You tried to lock eyes with Wanda through your tears.

"Neither did I, we'll talk about this when you're better." Wanda promised, nodding her head to assure herself that you would be fine.

But just as she said that it became increasingly difficult to stay conscious. It was as though there was something in the dark calling to you, urging you to let go. It would be so easy. There would be no pain. But Wanda wouldn't be there.

You put your hand weakly over hers, wanting her to be the only thing on your mind incase it was the last. The feel of her skin against your own, her soothing voice and the accent she tried to conceal but you loved, the way she cared for you like no one else ever had. The thought that you may never experience that again made your heart drop.

The shaking was getting worse and you felt so cold.

Go to the dark. Don't go to the dark. So easy. No Wanda...Wanda.

You couldn't help it. You couldn't stop it. It washed our you like a wave. The sounds around you became distant, as though everything was far away. You couldn't make out what Wanda was saying. She sounded desperate. You couldn't see her either. Everything was blurred. Then it was all gone.

*

The recurring beeping from the monitor was the only sound in the room. Wanda had always thought she would find them annoying, but the Sokovian never wanted to hear it stop. Not until you didn't need it anymore. Until she didn't need it.

It had been a week since you were shot. A week since she had seen your bright y/e/c eyes. The doctors were skeptical. Wanda vaguely remembered them talking to her about your injuries, the severity of them and how they would effect you if you woke up. Once you woke up. They said it was a slim chance.

Wanda sat curled up in the chair next to your bed watching you, wondering if it felt peaceful to be in that state. She wore your favourite hoodie and had a blanket from your shared bed over her, it was the only thing that brought her comfort.

"Wake up, y/n." She whispered, as though trying to secretly communicate with you. "Please." She raised her voice slightly, thinking it could make a difference. It didn't.

"Y/n." She leant forward in her chair and took both of your hands in her own. All she had been able to think about was your fight. It had been stupid, so so stupid. You hadn't fixed it, not properly. Wanda needed more than than the brief moments on the mission. She didn't get to apologise. She couldn't let you go before she got to apologise. She had done it over and over to your sleeping form. But it didn't count. She needed you to wake up. To look at her again. To smile. To speak. To go on another date. To share another kiss. To sleep in the same bed...to get married. There was so much left to do. Wanda wasn't prepared for it to be cut short. It wasn't fair.

"Y/n please wake up. I'm so sorry." She pleaded as she gripped your hands like a lifeline. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she pleaded over and over.

"Wake up, dammit!"

*

When your eyes finally flickered open you shut them again instantly. It was bright, far too bright. You gave a soft groan at that and tried to shield your face with your hand but found no energy to do so.

Your throat was dry and scratchy and your eyes were stinging from the exposure to the light.

You became aware of the beeping and glanced at the monitor as you tried to adjust to your surroundings, taking a for moments to remember how and why you were even in a hospital bed.

In the corner of your eye you saw movement on your left. You slowly turned your head in that direction and had your breath caught in your throat at the sight of your sleeping girlfriend. Was she still your girlfriend? Your heart dropped at the possibility that she might not be, but you hastily pushed it to the side and appreciated her company.

You had missed her. You had no idea how long you had been out. You had no memory of what it was like. All you knew was the familiar feeling of coming home deep in your chest.

Wanda's slim hand was resting on the bed next to yours and out of pure instinct you laced your fingers through her own, still unable to get over how perfectly they felt entwined together. Would she pull her hand away when she woke up? Would she shout at you more?

Fortunately you didn't have to wait long to find out. Wanda stirred from her uncomfortable looking position on the chair and blinked a few times before her eyes fell to your hands.

She furrowed her brows in confusion at the sight, not remembering putting them together but one look up told her all she needed to know.

"Y/n." She said as a sigh of relief, sitting up straight and gleaming at you.

"Wanda." You croaked with a weak but genuine smile. She picked up on that and with one flick of her tinted red wrist a small cup of water came floating towards you.

"Thank you." You said gratefully and took the cup with your free hand, wanting to hold Wanda's for as long as you could. You gulped the water down quickly and placed it on the bed side table before looking back at Wanda.

"You scared me." She admitted, concern prominent in her shimmering eyes.

"I'm sorry." She shook her head and was quick to speak.

"No, no more apologies from you. I'm sorry. For everything. I-" You cut her off by placing a finger to her lips with a smile.

"Stop."

"I really am though." You knew that, you could see it.

"I know you are." You said genuinely. "And I am too. I don't even know how it..." You trailed off as you opened and closed your mouth, not knowing what you were even trying to say. Wanda laughed and nodded, you had missed that sound so much.

"Are we...are we okay?" You asked timidly, fearing the response so much you couldn't look her in the eyes, only staring at your entwined hands.

Wanda lifted your chin with one of her fingers, wanting you to look at her as you spoke. Her warm smile greeted you like a treasured friend.

"We are. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"Well then that's going to get confusing really quickly because I'll be doing the exact same." You declared. Wanda laughed again and brought your hands up to her lips to place a soft kiss on them. A smile spread easily across your face at the gesture.

"Come here." You muttered as you moved over to the edge of the bed and pulled the duvet back for your girlfriend.

She eagerly accepted the offer and slipped in beside you, instantly wrapping her free arm around you to bring you close while her other still held your hand.

"I love you." She whispered as she kissed your forehead.

"I love you too." You smiled and held onto her loose clothing and...how the hell did you miss that? "Is that my hoodie?"

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagines #angst

[rachaelswrites]

Girl’s Trip

Matthew Gray Gubler x daughter!reader/ Platonic! Aubrey Plaza

Word Count: 1,400

Requested By: Anonymous

what about mgg daughter and aubrey plaza hanging out? idk why i thought of this. you don’t have to write it you don’t want to :)

 Your dad was very close to Aubrey, so naturally you were too. Ever since you were little, you and her were like best friends. She always set aside time in her schedule to spend time with you. This year, she was planning on taking you on a road trip. Your dad begged to come along but you and Aubrey told him it was for girls only. The plan was to start in Los Angeles and then go to Vegas, making a stop at Yosemite as well. It wasn’t the most conventional or the longest trip, but you were still happy to go. 

You’ve always wanted to go on a road trip but your dad was always way too busy to take you on one. You were excited that your first one would be with Aubrey, who you considered your number one best friend. 

The morning that you were leaving, you were too excited to sleep so you woke up at five. You were double checking your packing list and made sure everything was in your bag. Apparently you were making too much noise and woke your dad up. 

“Y/n? What are you doing? It’s too early for you to be making this much noise,” he stood at your doorway and rubbed his eyes. 

“Sorry, I’m just too excited,” you zipped your bag up and threw it on the bed, “I’ll be quieter.”

“No it’s fine. I’m already awake. Do you want coffee?”

“Please,” you followed your dad into the kitchen. 

He grabbed two mugs from the cupboards as you sat down at the counter. Your laptop was still out and there were pieces of paper scattered around it. As Matthew handed you your coffee, he motioned to the mess in front of him, “Late night homework session?”

“Nope! I was just doing some extra planning for our trip,” you grabbed the papers and looked over the notes you made. 

“Thought you two were being spontaneous about this?” he took a sip of his drink and sat down next to you, looking over the papers as well, “How can you even read your writing?”

You rolled your eyes and snatched the paper from his hands, “I know but, I like to have things somewhat planned. This is just a rough draft.”

“Mmm, I see,” he kissed the side of your head, “I’m going to miss you,” he stood up and ruffled your hair, “What am I going to do without you?”

“You’ll be fine without me. It's just for a few days,” you stood up, making your way to your room, “Maybe Rumple can keep you company,” you ran upstairs before he could answer back. 

A few hours later, the doorbell rang and you raced downstairs, almost knocking your dad over. You opened the door and greeted Aubrey with a hug. 

“Wow, you must be really excited,” she teased, returning the hug.

“You have no idea,” Matthew called from inside the house. 

“Well, I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with you for the next few days,” you jabbed at him. You dragged Aubrey inside. 

Her and Matthew caught up while you went upstairs to grab your things. You walked downstairs and set your bag at your feet, “I’m ready.” 

Your dad walked over to you and hugged you, “Be good,” he said pulling away from you. He turned to Aubrey, “No matter how many times she begs, don’t let her drive.”

“Don’t listen to him,” you said, stepping away from him, “Dad we’ll be fine.”

“Yeah. We’re gonna be safe and have fun,” she said as she pulled you into a side hug. 

“Fine. Just don’t break my daughter,” he tossed your bag back at you and watched as you two left. 

It was only four and a half hours to your first stop in Yosemite. For that time, you and her talked about anything and everything. The topic landed on boys, “Anyone catching your eye recently?” she asked. You didn’t answer, you just blushed, giving her the answer she needed, “So there is someone? Who is it?”

“Mmm you can’t tell my dad but me and Finn have gone on a few dates,” your face was fifty shades of red now.

She gasped, “Wolfhard? Lucky duck.”

You punched her in the arm lightly, “Just don’t tell my dad. He will freak.”

“Don’t worry I won’t. It’ll be our secret.”

Your first stop at the park was a hike to one of the falls. Once at the top you took pictures and sent them to your dad, making him jealous. He really wished he was allowed to go. You hiked back down and it was getting late. You two decided to camp out for the night. 

You picked out a camp spot and helped Aubrey set up the tent. By the time you finished setting it up, it was dark. 

She started a fire and you pulled out some logs for you two to sit on.

“Do you wanna tell ghost stories?” she asked you. 

“Sure,” you knew she told great stories, just like your dad. You were just worried that you might not be able to sleep after hearing hers. 

“Ok, ok. So you know Bigfoot right?”

You nodded, “Yeah but isn’t he more in like the Pacific Northwest? Like in the mountains?”

“Yes but there’s variations like the Yeti, that’s not the point.”

“Continue then.” 

She leaned in closer to you, “Well, there’s rumors that there’s a similar creature here in the park.”

“Really? Are we in danger?”

“Mmm, no. He only goes after men,” she stood up and patted your shoulder, “We really have to watch out for the other one. She’s smaller but stronger.”

“Wait? You said we were safe!” you jumped up from your spot on the log.

“As long as you’re over twenty-one she won’t go after you.”

“But I’m sixteen! Aubrey! You can’t leave me hanging like this!”

She just shrugged, “I’m sure you’ll be ok. Yell if you need anything,” she went into the tent and started getting ready for bed. 

Sometimes, suspense like this was worse than hearing an actual story. There wasn’t enough service for you to google to see if this was real or not. You stayed outside by the fire for a bit until it started to die down and it got cold. You got into the tent and saw Aubrey was already asleep. You changed into pajamas and got into your sleeping bag, “I’ll kill you if you scare me in the middle of the night,” you whispered. 

Morning came and you didn’t get eaten by a monster lurking in the woods. 

“See? You were fine,” Aubrey said as she was finishing shoving the tent back into the car. 

“Because I was up all night,” you flopped into the passenger seat. Aubrey closed the trunk and got into the driver’s seat.

“If it makes you feel better, we can get coffee?”

Aubrey drove you to a small café. Before your food even came, you had downed two cups of coffee. 

“You really are your father’s daughter. You drink so much coffee. Both of you,” she said in between her own sips of coffee. 

“I mean, where do you think I got it from? I’m pretty sure I was born holding a coffee cup.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” she responded. The waitress brought your food, “So, tell me more about Finn. What’s up with you two?”

“Mmm, nothing,” you shoved a forkful of French toast into your mouth. 

“Come on Y/n,” she leaned closer to you, “I won’t tell your dad.”

“Only if you let me drive. I won’t crash,” you held your hand out for the keys, waiting for her to hand them over. 

She thought about it for a minute before answering, “Deal,” she tossed them to you, “Now spill.”

“Ok, ok,” you started, “It’s nothing serious. We’ve just hung out a few times.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“Yup,” you stood up, keys in hand, “We better get going,” you quickly ran out of the café. 

“Y/n!” she called out but you were already out the door and in the car. She paid the bill and followed you out the door, “We are not done talking about this,” she muttered to herself. 

A few hours later, you finally arrived in Vegas. You managed to get both of you there safely (and quite quickly.)

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[olynix]

Guess who tried their had at writing again! I like to think I’ve gotten better (if anyone’s wondering it’s cross posted on Wattpad and Ao3 too)

Sleepover Aftermaths And Gay Panic

‘This is a problem’ Nico thought as he looked at Will. He was still sleeping, sunlight softly covering his frame from the window. Mumbling something about cats and cheese. ‘A big, big, problem.’

It was just supposed to be a sleepover, a completely platonic bros-being-bros, pals-being-pals sleepover. Alas it seemed the fates had other plans.

After watching every Disney movie in existence (as per Will’s demand), since the Hephaestus cabin wanted them to test out their newest monster-proof tech, they had decided to settle down on Nico’s bed for a game of UNO, somewhere along the way falling asleep.

Great right? Wrong.

The entire time Nico’s brain had other plans, screaming senselessly whenever their hands so much as brushed, forcing his heart to flutter at every smile, making his face do it’s best imitation of vermilion, it was ridiculous.

And don’t even get him started on his reaction to Will winning their ridiculously lengthy game of UNO, cheering and wearing that brighter than life smile that made Nico’s heart become a drum and his face give a tomato a run for its money.

He was getting off topic.

After they’d fallen asleep in his bed, they’d somehow found each other in the middle of the night; wrapping their arms around each other like koalas to trees and never letting go.

Nico (thank gods) had woken up first, and found himself in a bed with his crush, his crush who he doubted was even into him, his crush who was snuggling him with no apparent intention of letting go anytime in the near future, his crush who looked like he could outshine even his Dad’s godly form if he wished it, and promptly panicked.

What does Nico do when he panics?

Address the situation like a normal, competent human being? No.

Make a plan? No.

Freeze up? Apparently not.

No, what Nico does when he panics is shadow travel to the Underwood and sprint up to his stepmother screaming “What am I supposed to do?!”

You’d think sprinting up to a goddess in skull pajamas at 4am would get you cursed so badly you’d wish you had landed up in the fields of punishment. Instead, what it landed Nico was an exasperated look and an even more exasperated “What did I tell you about playing fetch with Cerberus?”

“It wasn’t Cerberus!” Persephone looked him up and down. “Really! It wasn’t Cerberus”

“Well then who was it?” Her question was met with a flustered silence, she let out a sigh “I’ll get the Furies”

“Wait no-“ she was already halfway on her way to call them. “It was Will! It was Will”

She stopped mid motion

And her jaw dropped.

“Your crush Will? Apollo’s kid? That Will?” She looked at him in disbelief, not that he could blame her; she was always looking for more info on his crush. Info he usually steadfastly refused with a flustered subject change that wasn’t subtle in the slightest.

“...yes” She looked at him, looked at his appearance, looked at the clock on her nightstand, looked back and him, and promptly demanded answers.

“What happened?!” It was then Nico realized that 1) Persephone was staring at him like he’d grown a second head and 2) all of those things listed above didn’t exactly paint a PG picture.

“It wasn’t that!” She looked at him disbelievingly “really!”

“Well then what was it?” She crossed her legs and sat back, clearly getting comfortable for the inevitable hour-long discussion at least.

“Well...”

\\~*•*~//

Will was confused.

Scratch that, Will wasn’t really confused, more like worried.

Because he woke up alone in a bed.

Normally that wouldn’t be concerning, normally he would’ve stretched and begrudgingly got up to start the day, soaking up the first few rays of sun. Normally he wasn’t waking up in his crushes bed after a sleepover with said crush nowhere to be found.

Will could’ve rationalized this: maybe he slept in, maybe Nico was training, maybe Nico was using the bathroom or getting ready.

Except he can’t sleep in, and he seriously doubted I-sleep-till-noon-on-a-good-day Nico had woken up at 6:30 and decided ‘hey, wanna know what’ll be so much better than sleeping in for 5 more hours like I usually do? Leaving bed and stabbing bags of hay with my swords’

So yeah, Will was worried.

That was, until he got a face full of tired, emo, Italian. And an earful of colorful Italian curses to boot.

“Hi” Nico looked at him wide eyed, as if he’d forgotten Will was there, which quickly turned into a squak after Will realized that he had just shadow travelled and yanked his ear.

“What did I say about shadow traveling?!” He was sure that if Kayla were here she’d tease him about acting like a disgruntled dad, especially to Nico of all people. What he got in place of that was a mumbled “don’t do it”

“Until?” His grip on Nico’s ear still hadn’t let up, Nico gave a big sigh.

“Until your sure I won’t spontaneously turn into a ghost as soon as I use my powers”

“Exactly! You’re supposed to be recovering, not taking a spontaneous trip to Peru” Nico gave him a weird look.

“Why would I go to Peru?” Will noticed Nico was still in his pajamas. Bad brain, focus.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” Nico looked at him and sighed

“I went to the underworld” Will tilted his head in confusion, Nico’s cheeks reddened for some reason. “I was visiting Persephone.”

’Oh, that explained it.’ He and Persephone had gotten really close over the years, and it wasn’t surprising for Nico to disappear from camp randomly to visit her, ‘But still...’

Will sighed, and looked at the Italian boy “Next time you visit her can you please wait until your healthier, at least? You scared me half to death.” Nico looked at him and let out a begrudging “fine”

‘well’ Will thought ‘it’s something, for now at least’ he looked at the time “I should probably get going”

Nico looked startled for a second “Yeah, see you at the pavilion?” Will smiled

“You bet it.”

#solangelo #riordanverse #Rick did Persephone dirty #I fixed it #Persephone (riordan verse) #Persephone is a good step mom #Nico has a bad case of gay panic #Will is oblivious #heros of olympus #Nico Di Angelo #will solace

[khaleesiofalicante]

Personal Post -

Trigger warnings for death, violence and trauma.

Hi, sweetlings!

I just have a question and I would like your opinions please. I hope no one got concerned over the trigger warnings. Didn’t mean to scare anyone just wanted to do my due diligence.

I’m writing this at 03.32AM - a little tired and a little sleepy. Now I know that it is not news for some of you that I have insomnia and sleep issues, I have shared (by that I mean complained) about that in the past many times.

But something I have not shared is one of the causes or rather contributors for my insomnia. I have been suffering from night terrors since I was a child. Now for those of you are not familiar with the clinical term, night terrors are sort of a violent and scarier version of a nightmare. A nightmare is sort of an unpleasant dream. They are not fun either. But night terrors are a little more serious since they involve physical reactions. I don’t sleep on a bed but rather on a mattress on the floor because I have repeatedly fallen off due to the violent movements and hurt myself. I also don’t like to sleep on the bed because stupid horror movies made me worry too much about the monsters under the bed!!

Now night terrors are the kind of scary dreams that you wake up screaming from and choke on air and spontaneously start crying and kicking among other things. And yeah, this is not fun at all. For you and those around you too. And of course I have been suffering with this since I was five-ish.

Of course my night terrors have a theme for some reason (most of the time). I usually keep dreaming(?) about dying. And it is always in the most violent possible way. Now of course when I was a kid, I grew up in the middle of a civil war. We would go to sleep not knowing whether we would wake up tomorrow or not (still remember hiding my books under the steal cabinet so they won’t get damaged by the bombs) so the night terrors started around then.

But even though the civil war ended a little more than a decade ago, the night terrors never stopped. I kept/keep having recurrent dreams about dying and getting killed. There are some creative ways I must say.

I just had an episode. Woke up from a disgusting nightmare where once again I died. I scream every time but I purposely moved to a far away room so my family will not hear me since I don’t like waking them up. Of course when these episodes happen in the morning they do hear and they do worry. But the thing is waking up from an episode of a night terrors is absolutely terrifying. Especially for me, because I look for immediate confirmation as to whether I am dead or alive. So when I wake up and it’s dark all around me, it’s scary. This is one of the reasons I shared a room with my sister for the longest time. Because when I woke up feeling terrified and couldn’t breathe, I would look around in the dark for her leg, hug it and go to sleep.

But as you know, we must all grow up and learn to hug our own legs at some point. And tumblr sort of became that leg for me over the last couple of years. So now when I wake up from a night terror, I turn on that disgusting blue light on my phone and scroll through your posts for comfort. Nothing reminds me more of life and being alive than this stupid fandom and every crack post you make. I look at it and go “oh okay. Magnus is a plant now apparently. So I’m still alive then.”

Now. That’s the story. The reason for sharing this long story is two fold.

1. My night terrors have been getting worse and more frequent for the last couple of months. My mother always says it happens when I read (I’ve been reading a lot as you know) because the night terrors sometimes symbolize the things I read. One of the night terrors involved getting stabbed by the mortal sword so I can’t really argue with her. But I know that’s not the only reason because the work that I do involves dealings with victims of violence and I dream about those too. They also get worse when I’m stressed and god knows I am always stressed especially this month because of too much work.

The question is - I know I’m not the only one. There must be many out there who suffer form this. So this is a general question about your coping mechanisms. If you do have night terrors, how do you cope with it? Anything will be helpful at this point.

Please note that I do not have the opportunity to go to a therapist unfortunately since there are only a handful of “decent and open minded” therapists in my city and I am friends with all of them since it is my field of work.

Secondly and most importantly, I have noticed many of you sharing your thoughts on mental health and asking for mine. I have also started to reluctantly admit that I’m what people call a “popular blog” and therefore what I say and do has more reach.

And that’s why I am saying this I guess. I’m saying it in the hope that it would make it easier for someone else to talk about something else.

And yeah I know it’s not easy. I’ve been on this hellsite for almost two years now and I’m just starting to get comfortable to to share.

But that’s the point I suppose. That it gets easier.

I hate being vulnerable (online and offline) not because it makes me look weak but because it makes me look “not strong”. There is a difference there, you see.

But this is a first step.

But make no mistake I absolutely regret sharing this because that’s who I am and for me talking about emotions is the worst thing (I’m such a herondale see?) and therefore I will try to forget that I made this post in the first place.

I have always judged myself for not being able to talk about my own mental health since I freaking study the subject, but then I again I realized that it’s actually unhealthy to blame myself for it since I don’t owe my story to anyone. That sharing isn’t always caring.

But I don’t know. I just felt, in this moment (a spontaneous decision that I know I will regret later but kind of don’t care about) that someone somewhere would feel a little better from reading this story.

If you don’t, that’s okay too. Cause weirdly enough I feel better in the moment for sharing it. Maybe you will too one day. Let’s see.

Now I’m going to listen to some beautiful music recommended by some beautiful people and try to fall asleep again.

Cause that’s what we do when we (metaphorically) fall off the bed screaming. We pick ourselves up and we try again.

Good night and good dreams :)

#tw trauma #tw violence #tw war #tw death #mental health #night terrors #dani talks #dreams #okay imma regret this for sure

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Only Happy Accidents (six)

Summary: YN and Steve deal with YN’s second trimester hormones, YN goes wedding dress shopping, YN buys something for Steve, and Steve thanks her

Warnings: NSFW themes, emotional Girl Squad, Bucky is Tan France

Songs: “Fifteen”— Taylor Swift / “Flight 22” Kali Uchis / “Love Story”— Taylor Swift

Masterlist

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March 11 / 18th Week

There were few things that were both the middle of something and also favourites. The middle of a dance routine, the middle of a season of construction, the middle of winter, middle school, being the middle child (YN wouldn’t know, she was an only child growing up) and so on so forth. 

However, some middle things were great— the middle of a really good sandwich, the middle of a drunk snuggle pile, the middle of the bed. 

The second trimester rocked YN’s world. The exhaustion, sore boobs, nausea were all ugly memories that both YN and Steve were over the moon to get rid of considering how gross and strong they all were. YN was now enjoying her pregnancy, having gained a few inches around her middle and enjoying the way Steve’s eyes lingered on her swollen (not tender!) boobs whenever she walked past him wearing a blouse for work. Every edge and corner on YN’s body had rounded out and it seemed as if this fat was why Steve was very keen on having both hands on her at all times. His kisses were longer and deeper and YN’s whole body ached whenever she crawled into his lap and kissed him breathless. 

The part YN would need to learn to deal with? The lack of sex in her relationship while she was in fact, very horny. All the time. 

YN decided one afternoon while she was showering for the second time that day (the basement was flooding, thanks increased blood flow) to initiate a plan to get Steve Rogers in bed with her. They hadn’t slept together since Halloween, and even if she weren’t pregnant, YN would very much love to ride that man into the sunset a month and a half into a real not-pregnant-induced relationship. So, she put to work, touching him absently on the couch during movie marathons, nipping his neck while hugging him and humming when she would suck in a breath. She would wear clothes the showed off her stomach and boobs and butt around the house— often skipping the pyjama pants for short maternity shorts under one of his shirts from the dryer. She could hear his appreciative sounds whenever he would wake up to find her in his clothes and making breakfast. 

Steve loved how needy YN had become, as well— almost too much if he were being honest. He felt like a teenage boy again whenever he saw YN trapesing around the house in one of his sweaters— blood rushing from one head to another. He found that YN could get him harder than he had ever been in his life when she got bored of the movie and crawled into his lap, a sexy little smirk on her face as her hands cupped the sides of his neck and she kissed him for hours. His hands had to stop her more than once from wiggling on him because it almost hurt to have her so close but unable to get closer. 

His greatest fear was hurting the baby— or even worse, the baby knowing what his mom and dad were doing. When he voiced this fear to Natasha one day when they were sparring, she lost all composure and roared with laughter as he tripped her. She had rolled onto her side and covered her face with her hands to hide the tears streaming down her face. 

“What’s so funny?” Steve had grumbled and through giggles she replied. 

“Weren’t you like, one of the smartest people in the army in 1940?” She breathed heavily. 

“Yeah, I guess but what does that have to do with anything?”

“Steve, my favourite life partner. Even you, in all your physical enhancements has no chance of hurting the baby. YN’s body has all of the defences that the baby needs, especially your kid. I’m not talking about fucking her through the mattress, but you can have sex with your girlfriend.” She smiled, getting up and patting his shoulder. 

She grabbed a towel and wiped her face, slicking the flyaway hairs from her ponytail back with sweat. “How far along is she?”

“Eighteen or nineteen weeks? I think she’s almost at nineteen.” He replied, taking a swig from his water bottle and her eyes widened. 

“You do know her sex drive is probably through the roof right now, right?” She stated and he choked on his water. 

“What?”

“Yeah, she’s in her second trimester, right? Then yeah— she’s horny as hell.” She shrugged and Steve shifted his weight, swallowing and thinking about his mother so his dick wouldn’t explode spontaneously. 

“I should— I should go, probably.” He mumbled, and Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah, you probably should. Can you remind YN that we have a dress-fitting tomorrow?” Natasha called after and Steve tripped over his feet when he remembered that he was, in fact, marrying the woman waiting for him at home. 

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He burst through the door, roses in hand (he had barely remembered that today was Valentines Day) and called out for YN.

“Ma?” He asked and the ache between his legs was almost enough tomato his knees shake. There were no lights on, yet, so he wandered through the house and down to her room where he nudged the door open to find her sprawled on the bed. 

Unconscious. 

He chuckled and set the flowers on her bedside table. He looked down at her and cooed, running the backs of his knuckles down her cheek and leaned over to kiss her soundly on the forehead. 

“Stevie?” She mumbled sleepily and turned to him, eyes still closed. He only hummed and kissed her nose again. 

“Get some sleep, Sweetheart.” He murmured and she moaned, rolling over and letting out a small grunt before she fell asleep once more. 

Good thing she was so cute. 

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March 12th, 19 weeks

There was something wrong. Something very horribly wrong, and YN woke up feeling something in her stomach. Something was wrong, and she couldn’t breathe and she wanted to move but an impossible weight rested on her chest. She struggled to breathe, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as the feeling went away but came back once again stronger. 

It was when it came back stronger than she was finally able to throw the blankets from her body and run from the room, hand over her stomach. She tore up the stairs to Steve’s room and didn’t bother to knock before bursting into the room and walking across it to the bed. 

She shook his shoulder and he grumbled, swatting her hand weakly. 

“Steve. Steve, wake up, please.” She half cried and his eyes opened and he rolled over to look up at her. The tears of fear in her eyes waking him up almost immediately. 

“Wassit? Baby? Baby okay? You hurting, Ma?” His voice was thick and husky with sleep and she ignored the way that her core clenched at the low baritone of his voice. This was not the time for that. 

“I don’t— there’s something wrong.” She whimpered and Steve sat up, running his arms over her shoulders and pressing the back of his hand to her forehead. She was a little clammy and she was running warm, but that aunt anything new— she had been running hot since she had gotten pregnant. 

“Are you in pain?” He asked and she shook her head. 

“No, it’s like— like flutters? But I can feel something and it’s not right.” She whimpered and took Steve’s hand, pressing it right under her navel. Steve and YN waited for the feeling to happen again and when it did, YN let out a cry. 

“What— I don’t—“ She breathed heavily and Steve looked at her with wide eyes. Neither moved until the fluttering was over and Steve began crying tears of his own. 

“What— why are you?” YN whimpered and Steve surged forward, pushing her to her back on his bed and kissed her. He peppered kisses across her face, and nose and neck through his giggles. 

“You’re so cute.” He whispered, kissing her again and she shoved him off, glowering. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Rogers?” She snarled and jumped off the bed, only to be caught by Steve and pulled back on his lap. He tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her chest bone, and nosed her collarbone. 

“Put your hand on your stomach. Right where my hand is.” He murmured and she could have slapped him. 

“I already feel it, Rogers. We need to go to Cho.” She moved to get off of him but he caught her again and grabbed her hand. 

“Baby doll, just listen to me and wait.” He whispered and she stared into his eyes and waited until the feeling came back. When it did, YN let out a cry of dear and Steve shushed her with a soothing kiss.

“He moved, YN. That’s our son kicking.” He murmured and she sucked a lungful of air in. 

“She’s moving? Already?” YN whispered and he nodded. 

“Ms. Tyler said that we could expect the baby to move in another few weeks, but I do apparently have super sperm so—“ He shrugged and YN laughed, throwing her head back and then kissing him. Her tongue swiped his lip teasingly and he squeezed her hips happily. She pulled away before he could roll them over and wiped her face. 

“God. Okay. I’m— I’m sorry for waking you up, I was just really scared.” She said, looking rather guilty. 

“I’m your boyfriend. Fiancee, technically, but I’m your person. You come to me when you’re scared and I’ll protect you from the world, okay?” He whispered and she smiled softly, swiping her thumb over his bottom lip and chin softly before moving to climb off of him. 

“I’ll go back to bed then. I’ll text Cho and tell her we’ll drop by when you drop me off for the fitting tomorrow, though.” She said, rubbing her stomach and smiling to herself softly. She stood and turned to walk before Steve gathered his courage and grabbed her hand, pulling her back slightly. She turned with a smile and a raised eyebrow. 

“You okay, Hot Shot?” YN asked and he clenched his jaw nervously. 

“I— you don’t have to go, you know. You can stay the night… here, with me.” He muttered and she felt her face heat up. 

“Really?”

“Really.” He replied, and almost did a small victory dance when she nervously shifted her feet before crawling over him and pulling the blankets back, settling into his mattress and sighing. 

“Your bed is much comfier than mine, you know.” She whispered and he laughed, pulling her so that her back was to him. He curled into her back and nosed at her neck, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and almost melting into the sheets. His strong arm wrapped around her middle and he rested his hand on her stomach, smiling to himself whenever he felt his son jump against his fingers. His slid his thigh between hers and she sighed, wiggling back into him and pulling his other arm to act as a pillow under her head. 

“You don’t have to sleep in the other room, you know. We are dating-engaged-almost-parents.” He murmured and she giggled. 

“How did we even get int his whole situation, huh?” She chuckled and he squeezed her lightly. 

“We like each other and just so happened to forget to use protection.”

“Ah, yes. Halloween— the ultimate aphrodisiac.”

“It was the thigh highs, honestly.”

“Goodnight, Steven.”

“Night, Ma.”

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March 13th, Week 19

YN was warm. So, pleasantly warm and she never wanted to leave the cocoon she had found herself in. The pillows were soft, and the mattress was the perfect balance between hard and soft and the huge, muscly man pressed to her back made her feel like she could hide from the world for the rest of her life. 

His hot breath washed over the back of her neck and she wiggled in closer to him, willing herself to stay in this moment for a few more hours. 

Until she felt it. 

Steve was fully pressed into her, his morning wood sandwiched snugly between his lower stomach and the small of YN’s back. When YN tried to wiggle her way out, Steve only let out a husky moan and pulled her closer. 

“Stevie.” She tried, tapping his arm. He grunted and nuzzled into her hair, falling still once more. She stared out the window in front of her and sighed, trying to ignore the raging hormones that made her only think about the dick pressed against her and tried to roll away, only to be snatched right back by the still-sleeping Steve. He let out a moan and flexed his hips, rubbing himself against her and she squeaked, the heat between her legs making everything harder. 

Especially the fact that his thigh was pressed right against her vagina. 

His hips rut up again and his thigh pressed harder against her and she let out a small moan, shifting back against him and whimpering when he thrust again. 

Fuck. 

“Steve, baby, wake up.” She whispered, voice strained. She felt his lips press to the back of her neck before he pressed himself harder.

“I’ve been awake for a few minutes, now, Ma.” He husked and she moaned, hand circling back and cupping the back of his neck. He leaned up and nipped her neck, humping his hips again and growling when she bit her lip. 

“Stevie—“ she whimpered and his hand drifted down, scratching her bare thigh and making her shiver. 

“Shh, baby.” He hushed and she flexed her hips against this thigh, making him hum appreciatively. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table and groaned, scratching his scalp again. 

“As much as I fucking love what you’re doing right now, we have to go and see Cho.” She whispered and he groaned, squeezing her tighter and biting her shoulder. 

“We have an hour, and it was just the baby moving, he’s fine.” He grumbled and pulled her closer to him, making him groan when his dick rubbed against her. 

“It takes ten minutes for us to get ready and forty minutes to get to the compound, not including traffic. Plus,” She started, turning around in the bed to face him. She had to swallow her resolve when she looked at him however, because his hair was messy and his cheeks were flushed and his pupils were blown out. “The things I wanna do to you is gonna take much more than an hour to do.” She murmured and his mouth popped open in shock. 

“Yeah?” His voice cracked and she smirked, letting her hand drift down his side and trace the band of his briefs. He shuddered under her touch and she hummed. 

“Mhmm. Plus, the boutique Nat’s taking us to is just down the road from a pretty expensive maternity store who has an upstairs specifically for lingerie.” She murmured, kissing him lightly and nipping his bottom lip. He moaned into her mouth and clutched her sides. 

“Now I definitely need you.” He choked and she giggled, rolling on top of him and straddling his hips, subtly grinding on his length as she leaned down. 

“Plus, you’d have to face Natasha’s wrath if I was late today.” She nipped the tip of his nose and got off of him, rolling off the bed and prancing to his door.

“What am I supposed to do with this, then!” He called after her and he could hear her laugh loudly. Steve ached as he watched her look back and wink at him as if she had done nothing wrong at all.

“I’m sure you could figure something out!”

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The appointment was smooth— all was well. Baby was healthy and when Dr. Cho asked if they wanted to find out the sex of the baby both Steve and YN adamantly denied. Instead Cho, a smirk on her face, adjusted the ultrasound machine so they wouldn’t be able to make out any shapes or lack thereof and handed the pictures to a glowing YN and Steve.

“He looks like a little alien,” Steve mumbled, looking at the squished face fo the 3D picture. YN looked over at it as they walked down the hall to the common room and snorted. The baby looked rather piggish at the moment, but it was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. 

“She has your nose,” YN mumbled and Steve sucked in a nervous breath and let it out shakily. 

“He has your chin.” He whispered back and took the pictures YN was holding, slipping them in the inside pocket of his spring jacket and placing the same hand low not he small of her back. His constant, hovering presence was just a tasty promise of what YN knew would be taking place later that night. 

“You’re late,” Natasha said from her perch in the corner of the couch and Steve snorted. 

“Hardly— and it’s not our fault. Kid didn’t want to hide his junk from Cho.” Steve joked, laughing when YN socked him in the arm hard enough for him to flinch. Another thing from being knocked up by a super soldier— she got some of his powers as well. 

“She was taking a little long to get comfortable is all.” YN glared, a smirk on her face as Steve pouted and rubbed his shoulder. 

“All the same,” Natasha waved them off and looked up from the notebook in her hands. There was a find smile on her face as she listened to the interaction and it only grew when she saw just how both YN and Steve were looking at each other. “The rest of the girls are headed over to the bridal shop, we’re just waiting for James and then we’ll go.”

YN’s heart dropped to her stomach at the thought of Bucky being at her dress fittings. Sure, they had become less cold towards each other following their first interaction, but the constant desire to impress him and seek his approval set YN’s nerves on edge. 

“Bucky’s coming?” YN asked, picking the dirt from her nails and looking nervously from Natasha to Steve. Natasha only smiled patiently and Steve kissed her temple. 

“He has the second-best style out of the team, actually. Sam would be coming today too, but I think he’s in Thailand at the moment.” Natasha replied, walking over. She placed her hand on YN’s arm and squeezed comfortingly. 

“He does like you, YN. We’ve talked about it— it’s just a matter of him opening up.” She whispered and YN let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” She smirked, looking over YN’s shoulder. 

Bucky had entered and yeah, okay. The guy had style. His form-fitting black jeans hugged all the right spots and the grey t-shirt he was wearing was tucked in in the front and covered by the warmth of a black bomber jacket. It was simple, but he oozed confidence which made YN feel slightly more comforted. His hair was tied into a neat bun at the nape of his neck and two carefully controlled pieces framed his face. 

Natasha wasted no time in peeling Steve away from YN’s side and pulling the pregnant woman over to her boyfriend. 

It seemed some of Natasha’s words were true. Bucky was looking at her with a little more warmth than he previously had, and his body language was more open to her than it was even on New Years Eve. 

“Hi. Thank you for coming today.” YN smiled politely and he returned the shy smile and nodded. 

“Anything to help the party— I’m happy to do what I can for family.” He said, voice impossibly soft and YN coughed around the sudden lump in her throat. Steve walked towards his best friend, moving slow enough for Bucky to say no, but quick enough to show Bucky how much his warmth meant and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Steve pat his hand against Bucky’s back in the way that men do, and even YN could hear the emotional whisper of ‘thank you’ uttered. 

“Shall we find you a dress, Mrs. Rogers?” Natasha smirked and watched in delight as both YN and Steve whipped their heads to each other and flushed equal shades of deep red. Before either could jump the other, Natasha wrapped her arm through YN’s and pulled her from the room. 

“We’ll return her later tonight, Steve!” Natasha beamed and Bucky rolled his eyes fondly at his girl. 

“I’ll make sure she's in one piece, Steve.” He reassured and Steve pulled Bucky into a quick embrace once more. 

“Thank you, Buck. You don’t know how much this means to us.” He murmured and Bucky shrugged. 

“She’s growing on me.” He stated. “At least someone can get you to stop your impulse decisions— takes a hell of a person to do that. Maybe I should ask for pointers.” Steve scoffed, shooing Bucky towards the doors. 

“Make sure my girl doesn’t drown in taffeta, please,” Steve asked and just as Bucky was about to turn around once more, Steve grabbed his arm with a coy smile on his face. “I’ll make sure Nat doesn’t burn down every boutique I drag her out in a few months in return.”

“Shut up, Punk.”

“Not a chance, Jerk.”

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The wedding boutique was something that reminded YN of heaven. Soft, white fabrics hung from racks that lined the walls and warm brown woods framed the tall ceiling. There was a sign welcoming the ‘Mrs. Rogers’ wedding party on a table which was full of champagne and orange juice and gourmet desserts. The worker was gorgeous and young and she welcomed all of YN and her party with a smile and a firm handshake. 

Bucky and Natasha watched carefully as YN squealed and rushed to Michaela who was waiting already with YN’s mother who looked like she had already been crying. 

“Mich!” YN squealed, rushing over and wrapping her arms tightly around her friend. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around— everything has been so freaking busy and—“ She was shushed by her friends stern look. 

“Hey, we still text like we usually do and we still call once a week. It’s okay. You’re life is crazy and I’m still not going anywhere.” Michaela smiled and YN wrapped her arms around her, mumbling a quick thank you and turning to her mom. 

YN’s mom was a short woman, stout but with an effortlessly kind and warm smile. She smiled and cupped YN’s face, eyes trailing over her face and down her body, eyes fixating on the bump. She smiled softly, and kissed YN’s cheek. 

“I’m so happy for you, my girl.” She smiled and YN ducked her head, frowning. 

“I have to apologize. I know I haven’t been around much since dad, and I should have been there for you more. I hope you can forgive me.” YN whispered and YN’s mom cooed at her daughter, a sad smile on her face. 

“I was never mad at you, Baby. You’ll know soon enough that you forgive your kid the second they do something wrong.” YN’s mom gave her a soft smile and YN let out a choked sob as she fell to her moms shoulder, arms holding her close. 

“I love you, mama.” She cried and YN’s mom shushed her, petting her hair and closing her eyes. 

“I love you, Baby.” 

Natasha, Bucky and Michaela had busied themselves with the snack table as YN and her mother reunited, and Bucky’s chest burned with the curiosity of the things he had just learned. Why had YN pulled away from her mom? What happened to her father?

YN sniffed and stood to her full height, wiping her face and turning around to her friends. 

“Okay, let’s get a move on and start crying for good reasons. I made a promise to my fiancee which I very much intend to keep.” YN smiled and Micheala snorted, catching Natasha’s eyes who understood quickly what the promise may have held. “Can you guys pick some dresses for me?”

The team dispersed, finding themselves in corners of the room and sifting through dresses which melded into the other. YN rubbed her tummy as she wandered around, looking at fabrics and touching the ones that caught her eye. She pulled the ones with the most welcoming texture and handed them off to the clerk who was following her, with an eager smile. 

After a particularly sharp kick from baby, YN grunted and looked down at her swollen tummy. 

“Hey, Kid. Chill out, yeah? Mom has to pick out a pretty dress for your daddy and their wedding day. Then, we can go home and hang out, okay? I think I’ll be able to send a text to Dad and ask if he can get some of that really spicy chilli you like so much. Maybe the one with the seafood? You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” YN rambled, rubbing her tummy and humming with relief when baby started to calm down at the sound of moms voice. Bucky was on the other side of the rack, listening in and smiling softly to himself as she continued to ramble. She was talking about the weather now, and went on a tangent about showing baby off by wearing sundresses and overalls and rompers. 

“You’re smiling like a crazy person, you know.” Natasha sidled up to him, a dress over her arm and nudging him. 

“She’s growing on me. I think she’s been talking about the weather for five minutes.” He chuckled, running his fingers over a dress with a deep v-cut with stars patterned on it. He pulled it out and looked at the princess skirt and nodded to himself, pulling it and throwing it over his arm. He turned to look down at his tiny girlfriend and kissed her forehead. The rush of the idea of Natasha in white just for him almost made him dizzy and he grabbed her chin, kissing her soundly. 

“What was that for?” Natasha smiled, breathless. He loved how he could get her like this— he was the only one besides Steve who got to see her for her vulnerable self and he was completely head over heels with that notion. 

“Just because.” He shrugged, the flat box in his inside jacket pocket feeling hot and heavier than ever. He carried it everywhere with him, just waiting for the proper moment. She let herself blush and smirk, looking down as she turned away and walking to the change room with a slight barely-there skip in her step. 

On the other side of the railing, YN finally turned back to the change room, letting the clerk in with her and undressing. She pulled don the first dress— a simple maternity mermaid dress. The stomach was stretchy, but formfitting and was more comfortable than YN could have imagined. It was rather plain, however, and YN found herself disenchanted with it. 

The reactions o it was a solid 6/10— the hype of the first wedding dress main up five of those points. YN was sent back quickly under the guise fo ‘we can do better’. 

The next few dresses were magical, and Michaela preened when it was her dress which garnered the first veil try on. 

The dress was a simple, soft fabric floaty thing— it made YN look as if there was a constant, flattering breeze and it accented all the best parts of her. The sleeves were comfortable and the low back was gorgeous. The only problem that YN could find was the fact that she would have to wear a maternity bra to prevent her from leaking all over the dress. 

“It was close though, babe.” YN smiled and winked. 

Natasha’s dress was a short one— an a-line skirt that brushed to YN’s mid-calf and YN was almost fully enchanted with it. It was reminiscent of the classic 1940’s style and YN thought Steve would drop dead if he saw her in something like this. 

“Maybe for the reception?” Her mother asked, wiping the corners fo her eyes. 

“I don’t think I want to have to have a dress which isn’t good for both, you know?” YN asked, and everyone nodded. YN was slowly getting more tired, but also incredibly restless, thinking about Steve waiting for her at home. It had been a few hours since she had last seen her guy and YN wanted no more of it. Thankfully, there was one dress left— Bucky’s. 

The dress was gorgeous. It was a layered, soft skirt— the dress looked like something out of a fairy tale or a Taylor Swift music video. The dress had a high waistline which could be adjusted to accommodate YN’s future eight-month bump she would have for their wedding in June. The top was beautiful— there were already maternity cups sewn into the fabric which allowed her to not have to worry about the bra situation or the deep v-line which only accentuated the curves of her boobs and the scooping back which showed off the perfect amount of skin (which Steve would love). The sleeves were transparent but long, and everything was easy to dance in and move around in. The selling point, however, was the subtle white pattern of stars under the top layer of fabric. It was a barely-there detail, but when YN looked in the mirror and saw all the details that worked so well together, she burst into tears. 

She collected herself enough to be able to see, and walked out, the clerk holding the slight trail as she walked out into the main room. 

The reaction was immediate— both Michaela and YN’s mom started crying immediately, and Natasha covered her mouth, a smile stretching over her face as she looked at her best friends fiancee stare at herself in the mirror. Bucky, however, remained without reaction. This was his dress, and this was his best friends soulmate and this was everything he had wanted for Steve since kindergarten. His body was numb and his hands were on fire and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. 

“I think this is a good veil one, I think.” The clerk smiled, grabbing one and bringing it over to YN. Before the worker could pin it to YN’s hair, Bucky shot up. 

“May I?” He murmured, and the clerk nodded and handed it to him, backing off immediately— he couldn’t even care if it was for fear because this was such a huge moment. He took the clip and slid it into YN’s hair, fluffing it out and peeking over her shoulder to look at her in the mirror. 

Perfect. He walked around the podium she stood on, coming to face her and looked up at her. She looked down at him with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She wrung her hands nervously until Bucky took them in his own. 

“YN YLN.” He started, voice low. “I am happy that you’re marrying my best friend. I’m sorry I’ve been less than kind to you, but seeing you together, and seeing how much you love this baby and how much you fit in with everyone is really, really making you grow on me. I’m so happy I’m going to be able to call you my sister-in-law soon.” He smiled and YN, without thinking, pulled him into a tight hug. 

“Thank you,” She sobbed softly, and she could vaguely hear everyone behind them reacting the same— even Natasha had let out a loud gasp. “You don’t understand how much this means to me, James.” 

Bucky returned her hug slowly and kissed her temple briefly. 

“Welcome to the family, kid.” He smiled, and she wiped her eyes, turning around tot he wedding party, still holding onto Bucky’s hand and smiling. 

“I think I’ve found my dress.” She smiled, squeezing Bucky’s hand and laughing as everyone shot from their seats and crowded around her, showering her with hugs and kisses and happy. 

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My Brother’s Keeper - Chapter XI

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Modern Ivar X Modern Hvitserk

Rating: MA+18

Overall Warning:  Dark story told from an emotionally distributed person’s POV with graphic and sadistic material including rape, terror, torture, kidnapping, drug use, slash, implied incest, necrophilia, and insecurity. Heavy trigger warnings.  

Chapter Warning:  Character devolving.Graphic sex. Torture. Rape Necrophilia.  Heavy trigger warnings!

Summary: Mama always said to be their brothers’ keeper. Now there is absolutely nothing these two won’t do for each other.  Boys will be boys…

A/N: This chapter might be a hard read, but it's supposed to be because Hvitserk is devolving. It's hard to explain without giving too much of the story away, but trust me, there's a reason for this. I hope I did a good job showing the struggle within the character.  

Chapter XI

I don't remember this ever being so stressful. Maybe it's because we've never taken two of them before.  Well, we’ve had two in the same night, but never two at the same time.

I thought it was logistically impossible, but Ivar had everything planned to the letter. He's brilliant – a tactical genius. Just being able to think of every move before it happens, all of the calculated risks, even the reactions…if I could have his looks, charisma, and his brains?  I’d be the total package.  

Even though every part of the plan worked perfectly, there’s still something nagging at me.  All of this feels off. Of course, Ives says it’s because I’m just a creature of habit, but I think it’s more than that.  We’re doing all kinds of stuff that we have never done before. We’re breaking rules, making shit up…

I’m all for him being spontaneous, but for the first time since we were kids, I can’t read him.  Normally, we’re on the same page when it comes to this.  We know what the other is thinking by a look or a head nod – but right now?  I don’t know what the hell is going on.  

He came up with this plan and didn’t tell me about it.  He just did shit. Naturally, it worked out; it’s Ivar.  But, he just did it...without me.  

He said he didn’t want to burden me with the details, that I’ve been so stressed lately, that he just wanted me to sit back and enjoy.  I know and trust that he would never do anything to hurt me, and that he always has my best interests in mind, but it’s a little scary not being able to be inside his head. 

It’s empty when I can’t feel him. 

This bond we share, not as brothers, but as soul mates - being two life forces that are perfectly in-tuned with every aspect of each other…that feeling...he’s slipping away from me.  

Now, he’s doing shit that he knows I don’t like. Take drugging them for example – I’m not into that. There’s a big difference between getting high with someone and drugging them. When we get high together, they get to pick their party favor, sit back, and enjoy the ride.  It makes our night together so much more fun because we’re both in an alternate reality before anything ever gets started. It’s kinda like Star Treking through the Twilight Zone.  

But when you drug a person, you’re taking away their choice.  They don’t know what the fuck is going on.  They’re all spacey and shit, and I can’t tell if they really want to be there with me, or if it’s the drugs talking.  I need them to be able to make the choice. I need them to submit to me and not give up because they’re high.

I know I’m being a bitch about this.  He was just doing the best he could to make sure we got both of them.  I can’t help but to try to think that had to have been another logical way to do this.

I wonder if Ivar knows that I went inside their house last night?  I bet they didn’t know that their bilco doors weren’t locked, or that Ms. Johnson never fixed that cellar entrance from that time when we got in there to get some of her pills, a few years ago.  Hmm.

I was good.  I didn’t touch anything; I just watched them make love.  She is beautiful and the way she looks at him is enough to make me want to lick her face.  Her body is amazing. I could tell that from when she was standing in the back yard, but naked?  Dainty, pale skin, soft curves...she’s gentle and he was a little too rough with her, for my tastes.   

His body was the direct opposite of hers.  He’s got defined muscles, hard plains, tanned skin. The way he touched her, picked her up, slapped her ass...you don’t manhandle a woman as delicate as her, like that.  It took everything I had not to kill him right there. 

But she seemed to like it.  He turned her.  He destroyed a perfect, angelic being and turned her into his personal blowup doll. That’s why they had come.  I have to save her, and he has to pay.

So, what other choice did we have?  How else were we supposed to get them here?  Drugging them was the lesser of the evils, but fuck...this?  

If it was just slipping them something, I could live with that.  But what the fuck am I supposed to do now?  How am I supposed to go through with this if I know their names and their story? 

I seriously don’t think I can do this anymore.  I mean, I want to. God I really, really want to. But they're like real people now.

I guess it would have been a little weird to just take them out for drinks and not ask them anything about themselves. Well, I didn't ask, not really. That guy, Bishop…what did he say his real name was? Heahmund?  Like I gave a fuck. Well, he decided to tell us all about him and his beautiful wife, Aud. And because that shit for brains doesn’t like the natural lull in conversations, we had to find out all about how they just got married and moved out here. 

He's from up North and she’s from the back East and apparently, they met someone in the middle, blah, blah, blah...  I don’t care about their life story.  But I do care that their families back home are going to miss them.

Just talking to them was weird, too. Usually, people only talk to Ivar. But them? They were talking to me, like looking at me and everything. And the way Aud’s eyes twinkled every time she said, Fitz, it was like…wow.  I just wanted to keep hearing her say my name over and over again.  I almost told her my whole name, just to hear what it sounds in her mouth. 

I want to eat my name off her tongue.  God, that would be fucking amazing.

Maybe that’s why I started getting hot and dizzy when they got up to dance, and Ivar opens the capsules and dumps the contents into their drinks.  I just wanted her to say my name one more time, without being drugged. 

"Now!" Ivar's voice fills the cabin and pulls me out of my head. My eyelids feel heavy as I open them. My neck doesn't start to hurt until I reposition myself in this chair. From this new position, I realize that this guy is naked and handcuffed. He’s wearing the dog collar around his neck and Ivar is holding the end of the leash in his hand, practically dragging him around the room. 

But, what is that damn rattling noise? Wait, are those the leg shackles? Where the hell did they come from? I thought Ivar got rid of those things months ago. 

It hurts my neck, but I still strain it to look around them until I can find Aud. 

There she is, sprawled out on the mattress, her arms tied to the metal grates of the fireplace, and her legs are tied to something that Ivar has sticking out of the floor. What in the hell is that, anyway? Whatever it is it looks sturdy enough. 

I must say, Ivar's been doing a lot of work fixing this place up. He must have spent a lot of time here when I was out of it before. The lights in the ceiling work…they flicker but, at least, they're on. Most of the other shit has been cleared out, too. Between cleaning up this place and taking care of me, where does he find the time to do anything for himself?  I really need to do a better job of taking care of him.

Bishop’s muffled voice is weak as just before he falls over when Ivar puts the cattle prod to his chest. If only there was a way to make him understand that my brother would just as soon electrocute him for the hell of it - it would be in his best interest to just follow along. 

If dude thinks it’s bad now, just keep defying, Ivar. He’ll learn.

The sound of my chair leg scratch along the floor makes Ivar’s head turn toward me.  His smile splits his face in half and he offers me a wink. "Glad you decided to join us. You woke up just in time." Now that he has an audience, I know he is not going to hold back.  

Truth be told, I’m a little sad about that fact. I kinda liked them, Aud & Bishop.  It might have been nice to have some friends or possibly get to know some people that Thora and I could go out with as a couple or something.  I’d like to hang around some regular couples to see how they do things, get some tips on how to be normal.  Judging by how far things went while I was out, there doesn’t seem to be much hope for that now, though.  

Oh, well.  It’s not like I can do shit about it now; unless blacking out counts. That seems to be all I can do lately. That must be why I'm sitting over here in this lumpy ass chair in this corner, like a child on punishment.  I don’t even really remember what happened.  One minute Aud was sucking me off and her husband was calling for her.  Then I was sad because his voice was breaking my heart.  Next thing I know, I’m waking up here, just in time to watch my brother break my two new friends.  

"You with me, brother?  Come over here, you gotta see how cool this is.” Ivar's face turns from pleasant to harsh when looks back at Heahmund, "I told you to get over there and fuck her. Now!  Don’t make me tell you a third time." Did I wake up on planet Quaddork?  Ivar usually does the torturing, but now he’s going to use them to do it to each other? 

It’s a brilliant idea, but shit if I don’t feel bad about it. 

My legs are wobbly, but I make my way over to the mattress and I swear Aud's eyes remind of Thora's when she's afraid. Just the way she's looking at Heahmund to save her, like a kid who needs their daddy to protect them from the things that go bump in the night…fuck. Out of instinct, I kneel down and touch her bare her foot. Even if I can't help her, I just want her to know that I'm here. 

She's so scared, but I want her to know that she doesn’t have to be scared of me, “It's okay Thora. I'm not going to hurt you." I need to find her clothes. Her body is on display. Every man in this room, including me, can see her entire naked body.  This isn’t right.  She needs to be covered up, at least part of her, at all times.  When she’s naked, she becomes the parts and the reaction I need and not the woman that I want. She can't be like that.  Especially not here and definitely not around my little brother.

"If you don't fuck her, he will." Ivar's voice is harsh causing the tears to run faster from her eyes. "They think I'm fucking around, Serk. Why don’t you show Bishop, here, how it's done?"

I love Thora and I make love to her all the time. But not like this and I won’t do it in front of him. I have to keep something separate, something for myself. "Ivar, please.  Keep Thora out of this."

"Aud." Ivar has the leash wound tightly in his hand as he kneels beside me. He strokes my hair and whispers in my ear. "Her name is, Aud."

I nod my head, "Right." That is her name, Aud. 

Fuck Aud. She's not Thora. My hand trails her leg and when I reach her hip I hear a scuffle behind me. Bishop is trying to get at me. I guess Ivar’s trying to stop this from happening. I don't know how he managers it, but somehow he’s gotten the larger man on the ground and when he nods his head, I know what he wants me to do. I cover her body with my own and before anything happens, I remove the ball gag from her mouth. "It'll be over soon. I promise."

"Please help me, Fitz?" Her whisper makes my heart skip a beat. I stroke her hair back and focus on her face as she sobs her request. She's so pretty.  So innocent. Ivar doesn't understand, we have to protect the innocent ones. 

"It's okay, Thora.” I close my eyes as I kiss her forehead.  “I'm here.” My thumbs trace the side of her face and I wedge my hips in between her legs. 

I just need to look at her for a moment. I want to take in all of this innocence before I possess it.

I hear screaming behind me and it makes me turn around.  My brother looks satisfied, he must have gotten his way from the man in the collar. "If you want him to stop, you know what you have to do." He gives the leash some slack before yanking it down forcing the man to kneel on the mattress.  Holding his hand out to me, Ivar motions for me to come to him, "You'll have her soon, Serky. Let her husband have a turn."

As soon as her body is exposed again, I realize she's not Thora. She doesn't look like her; her body is not like Thora's. She's laid out and waiting for another man. Thora would never do something like this whore in front of me. Instead, she would be putting up a fight, trying to keep what we have sacred. She wouldn't betray me and lay with someone else.

"Heahmund?" She cries as he says muffled words into the bend of her neck, slowly positioning himself on top of her. He's taking his time, trying his best to stall. Little does he know, he’s just going to piss Ivar off more. I can't take my eyes off of them. All this human interaction is marvelous. "Just do what he says and he'll let us go," her words come out weak and choppy as she tries to reassure him.

"No, he won't," Ivar laughs at my statement. He’s squeezing my shoulders and cracking the fuck up like I just told the joke of the fucking century.  I have to admit, his laughter is making me start to giggle, "He's never gonna let you go."

She turns those hopeful eyes towards me and suddenly it’s not funny anymore. "But, you can, right, Fitz?”  Why is she nodding at me? Does she want me to agree with her? “I promise we won’t say anything.  Please, help me?”  

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ivar's boot come down on Bishop's hip. "I gave you an order, slave," his voice is so calm and even that it scares me.  I know that tone – this is the calm before the storm.  If this guy doesn’t get his shit together, Ivar’s going to get angry.  

I don’t even know to describe what it looks like when Ivar’s angry.  That time a few weeks ago, when he had a tantrum because he wanted to go out is nothing compared to when he loses control.  It’s like his eyes cloud over to this shade of blue that’s not known to man, and his normally electrifying smile makes him look psychotic.  That’s why I usually go into another room when Ivar works.  I love to see him happy, but I hate watching him become a monster.   

For my little brother to be such a beautiful man, his monster is so ugly.  I hate the way it twists his face and how it sucks all the good out of him.  It’s like he just becomes a black void, that can only destroy.  I know it sounds crazy, but when Ivar’s monster takes control, he’s so ugly because he forgets he loves me.  

Judging from the slow transformation in his features, I’d say Bishop’s only got a few minutes to get his shit together before Ivar starts turning, "Just fuck her, like you hate her." I don't know why I'm trying to help him. Maybe it's because I know what he's feeling. I know damn well what I'd be feeling if it was me and Thora.

Bishop pleads with her eyes and she permits him to hurt her. He's slow about it. He's trying to make it as pleasurable as possible, considering. He shouldn’t deviate from the script, just do what the fuck he’s been told. Oh well, I tried to help him. He's not listening to my advice, that’s just too bad for them.  Any and everything Ivar does to them now will be on his head. All he had to do was follow the rules. Just let Ivar be in control without trying to be the hero. Now it's his ass. Literally.

Without warning, Ivar shoves the cattle prod into him, causing him to push violently into Aud, making her scream. I can’t stop laughing at the fact that Ivar's going to shock him from the inside until he gets his desired reaction. 

"I said fuck her." He sends another shock to help coax him along.  It’s not until the husband is behaving like a good boy, does Ivar pat floor next to him for me to join him.

I trust that Ivar knows what he’s doing.  I’m sure that he wants me beside him, getting a front-row view because there’s a lesson here that I need to learn.  I’m just too tired and confused to concentrate on it.  My mind keeps wandering and I can’t seem to stay fully in this moment.  

As soon as my head lands on his lap, his strong fingers gently rub my scalp.  It’s almost enough to make me want to go back to sleep.  Only, I can’t stop watching this man fuck his wife with so much force because he's afraid to have me do it. I don’t know if I’m enjoying this.  It’s a little too fucked up, even for me. 

"Punch her." I didn’t even realize how heavy my lids were until Ivar’s voice broke my concentration.  He’s just saying the first thing that jumps in his head, now. I can tell by that boyish chuckle of his.  Sending another shock to Bishop makes him react like a trained monkey. Each time he sends a charge, Aud gets another punch to her face.  Each punch she gets, makes Ivar laugh. Every laugh from him, makes me wrap my arms around his waist tighter, and smile.

I can't tell who's crying harder, him or her...poor things. 

Ivar's entire body shakes under my head as he laughs, but he never stops massaging my scalp.  It’s the weirdest, most comforting sensation.  I wonder if it feels like that for him, too.  "Good dog.  Now, choke her." His Pavlovian response technique seems to be working because he doesn’t even need to shock this guy into playing out his fantasy. 

Without any more guidance than just Ivar’s words, a large hand wraps around his wife’s throat, but he’s not applying any pressure.  “That’s not hard enough to choke somebody,” Did I just say that?  I was thinking about it, but why did the words come out of my mouth?  I don’t want him to hurt her.  I like her.  I have to protect her.  If anything, I want to hurt him for hurting her.  But, maybe this was his way of trying to keep her safe.  Maybe by not choking her, he thought he was appeasing my brother and protecting his wife. 

The only problem with his plan is Ivar knows it’s not hard enough to cut off her oxygen supply. "I'm sick of repeating myself to you, dog. You will learn to do what I say." This time when he shocks him, he doesn't let off of the button. He sends the shock waves throughout Bishop’s body in a way that makes the muscles in his hand stiffen, locking around Aud's throat.

Those eyes. All of that innocence seeping out of those eyes with each tear that rolls down her pretty face. She was so beautiful. So angelic. Now she's nothing. Those large eyes are fixed in my direction, staring lifelessly at me, begging me to help her. "Thora?" I reach my hand forward but she doesn't respond.

"You see what he did, Hvitserk? He killed Thora." Ivar's voice is soothing as he tries to console me through my grief.  All the loving and coddling in the world can’t fill this empty void suddenly growing inside me.  I know what I need to do. This man was twice her size and he raped and strangled this beautiful, innocent creature. 

He is evil. "You thought he was your friend, Serk. But now Thora's dead because of him. He needs to be punished."

I stand to my feet in one swift motion and I kick him in the ribs. I watched him kill her. All she wanted was for him to protect her, but he was too weak to do that. Well, I’m not weak. 

He is going to pay for failing her. 

The cattle prod lands with a crash across the room and I'm inside of him faster than he can recover from it. "You like raping women? Do you like how it feels?" I pound into him ignoring his cries. My weight, on his back, lands him on top of her and he gently shakes her body to try to wake her up. "She's dead, fucker! This is your fault!  Why didn't you just fucking listen?" I grunt my words because I'm so angry. How could he let that happen on his watch? He didn't deserve her.

The leash is wrapped so tightly around my hand that the blood no longer circulating in it. With each thrust, I pull back on it until I start to hear the bones in his neck crack under the pressure. He can't die soon enough.

"That's it, Hvitserk. Just like that." Ivar coos from behind me, his lips gently grazing my neck.  I know that panting sound he makes when he’s jerking off. When I look over at him, I feel myself smile at the sight of his hand vigorously stroking his cock. The harder he jerks, the harder I thrust. It's like we're finally in sync again, pumping rhythmically with each other.

I didn't understand what he was trying to show me before, but now I do. People like Bishop, the strong ones, they deserve this. They are ones that the world bows to because they're charismatic and exude a presence that people like me don't have; they deserve to be taught a lesson. Ivar has shown me that I'm stronger than I think and that it's my job to let the rest of the world know my strength.

It has nothing to do with the act; this all about power. No matter how many muscles Aud’s husband has or how tough he thinks he is, I'm more powerful than him. She should have known that, too. She should have chosen me to be with, not him. They made the wrong choice by overlooking me. Now they have no choice, I'm the last thing they'll ever see.

Bishop's lifeless body lies limp in the corner until Ivar decides what he's going to do with him. Right now, he sees fit to just stare at him while smokin a joint and listening to music. I, on the other hand, can't get enough of Aud. I don't understand how I could confuse her with Thora before. 

Maybe it was something I took before I left the house or maybe it was the helpless, innocent way she looked at me. Whatever it was, I’ve never met someone that could blur everything around me like that. For the briefest moment, I couldn't tell what was real and what was just in my head. Right now, though, being inside her now, I know the truth.

She feels just as soft and just amazing as I thought she would. She didn't see me before, but now she does. I've shown her more care and love that fucking coward she married ever could.

It’s because I need her to see that I can take of her that I can’t stop indulging in her. It’s almost like I need to show her that I’m worthy of the gifts that she's given me. She helped me get back my confidence. 

She showed me how to find my strength, and she gave me back my power.  

My new neighbor, Aud, saved me.

I want her to feel how much I appreciate everything she's done for me. Every time I cum, I'm hard again, just thinking about what freedom feels like. If I could figure out a way to consume her so she would never leave me, I would…I just don’t want this feeling to ever go away. I've already licked her; tasted her; bit her; cut her and loved her. What other way is there to make her a part of me?  

She drove the hunger away. It's not just fed, it's gone. She did that for me. She gave me a chance to have a normal life.

Aud sacrificed herself to cure me. I will forever be in her debt.

Kissing her mouth hungrily, I turn her head to have her eyes focus on me. "Thank you." When I roll on my back to look up at the ceiling, I notice Ivar's smiling face looking down at me. "Did you have fun tonight?”

I look at the hole at the ceiling before cutting my eyes back at him.  Rubbing my bare chest I start to laugh, "Ives, tonight was fucking awesome!”  Gently placing a hand on Aud’s thigh, I give it a light squeeze, “Thanks, brother. I needed that.”

“Of course,” he says, winking his eye at me, “I will always be my brother’s keeper.”

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Sleep Next To Me - Billy Russo

Prompt: Billy and Reader start sleeping together (but without sex, only sleeping) to help each other with nightmares (and maybe fall in love) Prompter: Anonymous

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The first time it happened was an accident. You and Billy had been watching a movie in your bed. You couldn't remember exactly why it was decided to watch Netflix from your bedroom instead of the living room, but that didn't matter.

What mattered was that you both fell asleep propped against one another.

You usually refrained from sleeping around other people. You were prone to nightmares after a traumatic experience when you were a kid. It made you feel weak and pathetic to wake up covered in sweat and crying.

So you didn't sleep around people except you slept around Billy that night. Not just around him.

You woke up with your head propped on his shoulder and your hand pressed against his stomach. The clock on your dresser next to the television said that it was almost five in the morning.

Over six hours of sleep and you couldn't recall having a nightmare.

It was the weekend and you didn't have to get up early. There was a little apprehension about Billy waking up to see the two of you like this, but you were back to sleep before you could convince yourself to get up.

The next time you woke up, it was just after nine. You rolled over a bit to see the bed beside you empty.

Had he been upset when he woke up to see you next to him? Billy wasn't exactly an open person so perhaps he thought that was too much?

Of course he had never shied away from sitting next to you on the couch. And it had been his idea to sit on the bed together to watch the movie.

You were spiraling into uncertainty when you saw a text blinking on your phone.

Emergency at Anvil. Thanks for letting me crash. That was the best sleep I've had in weeks. Don't forget Lisa's birthday party this weekend.

You felt like the comment about Lisa's birthday was simply to gloss over where he has said it was the best sleep he'd had in weeks.

You barely hesitated before you sent a reply.

Of course I won't forget. And it was the best sleep I've had in a long time too. Guess you're good for something.

While you perused your cereal selection, your phone buzzed again. Whatever the emergency was, apparently it was either over or he was able to text whole dealing with it.

Good for something? I'm good for lots of things

It was the usual flirty comment and the familiarity made you smile. At least you knew things wouldn't be awkward after you slept together.

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Lisa's birthday party had been terrific. She had been super happy with all of her gifts. You weren't sure you'd ever seen her smile so much.

Billy handed you another beer and raised his eyebrow as you covered another yawn.

“You not sleeping lately? Someone keeping you up?”

You snorted as you leaned back in the deck chair you had claimed. The kids were playing catch with the glove and ball that Curtis had gotten the birthday girl. Frank and Curtis were still manning the grill although most people had already eaten.

Maria was on the other side of the porch with her feet up as she watched her beyond ecstatic children run around the yard.

“Nothing so fun or scandalous,” you said as you raised your beer to him in thanks. “Just haven't been sleeping well.”

That felt like the biggest understatement ever. You hadn’t been able to get more than an hour or two each night without waking up from a nightmare. It felt like every time you closed your eyes, you were faced with the things you had tried to leave behind.

The night that Billy had accidentally stayed the night had been the first time in a long time that you’d been able to actually sleep the whole night through. And since then? It was like a tease; to know what restful sleep felt like for one night and then to never have it again felt like a cruel humor.

“Know what you mean,” Billy muttered as he rested against the railing that went around the porch, his drink hanging from his hand. “Don’t think I’ve slept much since that night at yours.”

It wasn’t like Billy to admit something like that. You looked at him with new eyes.

He looked as tired as you felt, but he hid it well. The circles under his eyes weren’t very deep just yet but there was a tightness to the corners of his mouth that spoke of long nights. His eyes were a little red and while you usually would have attributed that to the alcohol, you were fairly certain that was only his second beer.

For a man that was always put together, he was a veritable wreck.

“I guess we both benefited from that night,” you said nonchalantly as you took another sip from your beer, your eyes moving from his face to watch the kids play in the yard.

Testing the water, as it were.

You could sense him turning his head just enough to look at you. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and could see that he was squinting at you in the dying light.

“I guess so,” he offered casually before he turned to look at the kids as well.

Later, after the kids were in bed, you found yourself at Billy’s side as you both said goodnight to the Castles and Curt who was too drunk to drive. His car blocked yours in so Billy had offered to take you home.

“You sure you’re okay to drive brother? Got precious cargo,” he said as he nodded at where you were protectively holding a covered paper plate of cake.

“I’m going to assume you meant the cake and not me,” you teased as you kissed Frank’s cheek.

“Jober as a sudge,” Billy joked as he took the plate from you, moving around you to give Maria a quick kiss. “I’m good. I’m sure Y/N will find a way to keep me up.”

You pointed at him with a mock glare.

“If you weren’t holding my cake, I’d slap you for that.”

Maria and Frank were used to the two of you so neither of them reacted to the interaction. They followed you out onto the porch and watched you get into Billy’s car. They didn’t go back into the house until the car had pulled out and was halfway down their road.

“They are such parents,” you said with a fond shake of your head. Then you winced and glanced over at Billy. “I uh, I mean–”

“I’m not offended,” he said softly, reaching out so that his hand brushed yours before he put it back on the wheel. “I’ve moved past my tragic backstory pretty well if I do say so for myself.”

He said it with a fond pat to the wheel of the car and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah Billy, you’re doing well for yourself,” you said as you snuggled into the seat a little more.

The smile that that brought out of him was more than worth it.

The two of you were quiet for the rest of the drive. The closer he got to your place, the more you felt like your skin was going to just shatter. Another night of no sleep was all you had to look forward to. Or—somehow worse—a night of sleep that would be filled with terrible images you had tried to forget.

It could have spontaneous or it could have been well thought out, but the words were out of your mouth as he pulled up in front of your place.

“Would you like to maybe stay the night? Just… to see?”

Billy’s hands tightened around the steering wheel before he gave a short nod.

And that settled that.

------

The first time you woke up next to Billy at the same time that he was waking up, neither of you seemed to know what to say. His cheeks were a little red but you told yourself it was just warm in the room.

The next time you woke up next to him, he rolled over and swatted his pillow against your face until you turned off your alarm.

You took turns sleeping at each other’s places every few days. It didn’t lessen the nightmares between sleepovers, but you noticed that you never had one with him in the bed with you.

And whatever he was hiding from seemed to be absent when you were there as well. He woke up well rested and with a spring in his step. You’d hear him hum as he cooked breakfast or shower. The man smiled so much that your face hurt.

It was only a matter of time before people got suspicious.

“Seriously, he’s been positively giddy lately,” Maria said as she looked at some towels that were on sale. “Frank is convinced that Billy is seeing someone and hasn’t told us.”

You were feeling some of the towels before you grabbed the fluffiest ones available.

“Like Billy could keep that a secret,” you replied as you tried to think if you’d noticed any signs of him dating someone.

If he was dating someone, were they confused as to why he spent his nights with someone else four times a week?

Maria tapped her fingers on some dark brown towels before she glanced over at you.

“Frank also mentioned that you seemed to be doing better lately.”

It was true. Few and far between were the memories now. And the nightmares felt like they were coming less and less since you were sleeping with Billy more.

You were positively well-rested.

You stumbled as you started to head over to the bedding. For some reason it hadn’t occurred to you that maybe Billy was feeling better because of you too. That you were technically the person that Billy was hiding.

Maria put the towels in her buggy and pushed it over to where you had frozen in the middle of the aisle.

“Y/N?”

Maria was your best friend so the words just spilled out.

“I’ve been sleeping with Billy.”

There was a moment of silence where you avoided her gaze. When you finally turned to look at her, she was beaming.

“Finally,” she breathed as she reached over to grip your arm. “You didn’t have to hide this from me. Do you realize how happy I am for you two? I’ve been waiting for you guys to realize you were interested in each other for years.”

What?

“I meant that we are literally just sleeping with each other, not sex,” you said slowly. Then with a shake of your head, “What do you mean that we’re interested in each other?”

Maria covered her mouth for a second before she let out a small laugh.

“Oh this is going to take a lot longer than I thought. Okay, start at the beginning.”

You ignored the first part of that as you started to tell her how he’d fallen asleep at your place that first night. It felt good to talk about it. Although you couldn’t explain why you felt protective over the whole situation.

A look of understanding dawned over Maria’s face as you explained how the set up began and how the two of you both seemed happy with it. You didn’t miss the flash of disappointment, but you tried to ignore it and what it might mean.

Like she said, that was going to take a lot longer.

------

“Here,” you said as you handed Billy the pillow he preferred to sleep with.

You’d been snuggling with it on the nights that he wasn’t there. At first it was under the guise that it might keep the nightmares away. And then it was under the guise that it would calm you after a nightmare.

Honestly? You just missed him.

He settled back on the bed but didn’t immediately lay down. This wasn’t new—sometimes the two of you would talk or watch a movie before bed. What was new was the frown on his face.

He’d been texting Frank earlier. You’d noticed that he’d turn the phone away from you as if he didn’t want you to see it.

“I never asked why you had nightmares,” he said as he turned to look at you curiously. When you tensed up, his eyes grew wide and he shook his head. “You don’t have to tell me. I just… I just realized I’d never even asked.”

Technically you had never asked either. While Billy was a rather reserved person in public, he wasn’t like that in private. He’d told you his “tragic backstory” as he liked to call it. Between that and being in the Marines, you figured he had enough reasons to have nightmares.

“It’s nothing,” you said dismissively as you plucked at the comforter. “It’s definitely nothing compared to what you went through.”

Billy reached out immediately and covered your hand.

“We aren’t comparing scars here Y/N. If you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

And so you slowly told him where your nightmares came from. He listened intently, nodding and prodding you with soft questions. Whereas you usually felt a little anxious just thinking about it, Billy made sure you were at ease the whole time.

At the end, you leaned against his shoulder and gave a little laugh.

“See, nothing compared to what you went through,” you repeated as you wiped away the moisture in your eyes.

“Hey, none of that. Remember that I signed up for at least part of mine. You didn’t sign up for yours.”

It was that comment that made you sink into him fully. This man hadn’t judged you an ounce after everything you’d just spilled into his lap.

How’d you get to be so lucky?

------

That was the first night that neither of you even pretended to keep space between the two of you as you curled up for bed. Usually you both slept on your side of the bed. Maybe you’d wake up with your arms pressed against each other or your legs entwined, but not this time.

He had pulled you to his side of the bed and made sure that you were basically curled up on his chest. His arms wrapped around you gently, snuggling you in closer when you let him know it was okay.

And you woke up in much the same position. His body was pressed along yours from chest to toe and you felt like you were in heaven. Each touch made you vividly aware of his body and his presence. The scent of his cologne and his shampoo barely lingered, but you could still smell them.

Your eyes flew open with a startling realization.

You’d fallen in love with Billy.

------

It was time for yours and Billy’s next sleepover. The morning after your realization that you were in love with Billy, he had to hurry out of your place in order to make it to a meeting on time. Both of you had overslept.

He had been so gentle with you when he was getting out of bed. You’d felt his fingers brush against your cheek almost… lovingly.

It had to be in your head. There was no way that Billy could sleep next to you almost every night and not make a move if he felt the same as you. You knew him too well for that.

So when you went to his place for the next sleepover, you hesitated at the edge of his bed. He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and you needed that moment to gather your courage.

It didn’t feel right to continue without him knowing the truth.

When he came back into the room, you swallowed thickly as he moved around the bedroom in just a pair of low hanging sweatpants. It wasn’t the first time he’d gone to bed with you without a shirt but for some reason it felt like it was the first time.

You felt like a Victorian gentleman seeing the ankle of a woman he was interested in.

“Get in the bed weirdo,” he teased as he hovered at the side. And when he saw that you didn’t budge, he crossed over to your side of the bed. “You okay?”

You were very much not okay.

“Billy, I have to talk to you about something before we can–” and you bit your tongue because you weren’t sure he’d want to continue after this. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

He gestured for you to sit and he settled in beside you. His hand was still wrapped around yours and you focused on the soothing pass of his thumb against the back of your hand.

“What is it? You can tell me anything.”

You nodded and tried to build your nerve before you looked up to meet his gaze.

“I’m not looking for anything from you, but I need you to know that I’m kind of in love with you?” His eyes grew wide and you hurried to continue before he could say anything. “Not kind of, I am in love with you. And I just wanted you to know because it wouldn’t be fair to you to sleep next to me without knowing how I feel. And if it’s too awkward or uncomfortable, I completely understand. I just wanted you to–”

Billy pressed two fingers against your mouth so that you’d stop rambling. You blinked a few times when you realized you’d kind of unfocused your eyes. With your vision cleared once more, you noticed that he was smiling at you.

An honest smile. A wide, happy smile.

“I’m going to guess that you didn’t realize we were dating then,” he teased as he removed his hand from your mouth. Then he laughed at your startled look. “I’m mostly kidding. But come on Y/N, everyone could tell that we were into each other even before this all started.”

You laughed and dropped your forehead against his shoulder. His arm came around your waist and tugged until the two of you awkwardly climbed into the bed. It took a few minutes to get settled but then you were curled up on his chest once more.

“I feel like an idiot for not realizing sooner. We could have been together this whole time? Am I an idiot?”

He laughed and squeezed your hip.

“You’re not the only one. I never acted on my feelings because I was sure it was all just in my head.”

You leaned up a bit so that you could meet his eyes. He was smiling so wide that it stole your breath. Without a second thought, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his.

For a first kiss, it was perfect. The second kiss was even better.

The third kiss ended with him hovering over you and both of you panting.

“Huh,” Billy said as he leaned his body against yours enough for you to feel his interest growing against your hip. “I used to exercise to try to burn the energy before bed. It helped me sleep better.”

Your hands dropped to his hips and you pushed on the waistband of his sweatpants, your intentions very clear.

“That sounds like a good idea to me,” you agreed with a grin as you leaned up for a quick kiss before you moved to take off your shirt. “It’s worth a try at least.”

He leaned down and kissed you hard in response.

------

You grabbed the glass of wine that Billy handed you. He gave you a wink before he leaned in to kiss you, his lips moving against yours easily.

And on the other side of the kitchen you heard the Castle’s dual exclamations of “I KNEW IT!”

X

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Writing Commission - Boku no Hero Academia (My Hero Academia) - Soul Bound

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Given Prompt: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi bodyswap with soulmates. Regular Quirk Universe. One of the two (when they are younger?) gets hit by a permeant effect quirk that makes you randomly body swap with their soulmate (not that they find out that specific criteria why they swap only with each other for a long time). The sheer weirdness of being in someone else's body with different statures, center of gravity, etc. Having to figure out two very different quirks and the different way they approach things. Which one are you talking to at any given time? Strangest penpal relationship until they hit U.A. Learning how to fight as themselves and each other. Battle couple. Fluff, Humor, with a bit of Hurt/Comfort.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)

Relationship: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Iida Tensei | Ingenium, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Nezu, Shinsou Hitoshi, Original Characters

Rating: Teen Audiences

Word Count: 7,825

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Aizawa Shouta was not a rested person by nature and was typically a very sleep deprived middle schooler, to the point his thoughts were fuzzy for a long time upon waking up, it took half the day for him to remember any plans made the night before, and it was a fifty-fifty chance as to whether he would fall back asleep upon first waking up or not. That was what made it so odd when he opened his eyes to see warm morning sunlight. He also felt like he was filled with boundless, unending energy.

Pushing himself up with a grunt of effort, Shouta rubbed at his eyes and gave a large yawn, mumbling under his breath a soft, “Early.” As soon as the word was out, however, Shouta felt his spine go rigid, adrenaline shooting through him as he realized he hadn’t heard any sound.

Stumbling out of bed, Shouta yelped as he hit the floor with enough force to knock the breath out of him, eyes wide and darting around a bedroom that wasn’t his; something he could tell even past the blurred vision that was filled with colors that seemed wrong.

Feeling like his heart was about to pound its way out of his chest, Shouta pushed himself to his feet, eyes wide at how wobbly and off balance he felt, as if the body he was in… wasn’t his.

Focus, Shouta thought to himself. Think about this logically. Is it more likely to wake up with missing hearing, worse vision, and in a different room, or is it more likely I’m in a body that’s not mine?

With his world of quirks and heroes and villains, the latter was looking increasingly likely, especially when Shouta inched his way back to sit on the bed and saw a small end table with a pair of glasses and what looked like hearing aids.

“Okay. Small steps,” Shouta mumbled to himself, wincing as he felt the words leave, and yet he didn’t hear a sound of them. Shaking it off as best he could, Shouta quickly placed the glasses on, relieved when the world came into crisp focus - minus the odd colors. The hearing aids were a lost cause seeing as Shouta had no idea what to do with them, but the sight was good enough for now; especially when he saw a mirror that he quickly made his way over towards, balance still off-kilter and shaky.

“Swapping bodies with someone random it is,” Shouta said to himself, staring at the face of a kid that looked to be roughly his age. It was also a kid he had never seen before in his life, one with curious eyes that might be green, or a very bright brown, that had incredible concentric circles, a splattering of freckles across the bridge of the nose, and bright golden hair that almost put sunlight to shame.

Definitely a quirk, Shouta thought, frowning as he went over his recent memories. He didn’t remember being hit by a quirk in the last few days, but it was always possible in a world like theirs. Nothing even odd had happened to him, though- Well. Not including the villain attack downtown where he had helped save an old man from being hit by a piece of falling building.

Now that he thought about it, the man had shaken his hand, thanked him for saving him, and then smiled and said that in return he would help him. Shouta hadn’t paid it much mind at the time, of course, but now he was starting to wish he had since it was possible that handshake had been a bit more than just a friendly gesture.

“I don’t see how this is helping me,” Shouta said, or at least, he hoped that was what he said. It was hard to tell since the kid he had switched bodies with was apparently near deaf, had horrible vision, and was colorblind. What a hassle.

Taking another look around the surprisingly neat and tidy room that seemed covered in sheet music and old CDs, Shouta finally saw blank paper and pens sitting on a desk, a few scattered pieces of homework showing the kid’s name to be Yamada Hizashi.

Taking a seat at the desk at once, Shouta uncapped one of the pens and tugged a piece of paper over, taking a moment to organize his thoughts before he began writing. The least he could do was introduce himself, apologize for the mess that was, in small part, his fault, and give an explanation as to why the two switched bodies for what Shouta hoped was only a few hours - a day, at most, if they were lucky.

Quirks with effects like body switching usually only lasted for a short amount of time, and the old man Shouta had helped hadn’t seemed nefarious in his offer to help; although, Shouta was starting to think he hadn’t exactly been a ‘nice’ old man.

Right. That looks like a good letter, Shouta mused to himself, pleased that everything fit on a single side of the page. It was short, to the point, and gave exactly the amount of information needed. There should be no complaints once the switch happened again. Just to be sure it was seen, though, Shouta grabbed the paper and tucked it under the hearing aids he wasn’t even going to try to figure out.

Deciding that a body switching quirk was not going to stop him from sleeping in on the weekend, Shouta removed the glasses, crawled under the covers, and went to sleep with the hope that he would wake up in his own body and his own bed.

He was therefore surprised when he woke up again and it was with his usual grogginess and exhausted body, vision blurry for only half a moment before he was looking around his familiar bedroom to see it was much cleaner than the night before. There was also a glass of cold water, a plate of what looked like a quick lunch, and a letter beside it addressed from a Yamada Hizashi all beside his bed.  

Pulling the plate and the letter into his lap, Shouta decided that the next time he saw that old man in public, he would only glare at him instead of starting a fight. Yamada Hizashi wasn’t so bad a person to switch with, in the end.

                                                        ★★★

Yamada Hizashi, by nature, was a very bright and cheerful person and often found himself enjoying the spontaneity that life provided; such as finding himself swapping bodies with someone who he had never met. The fact his switches with Aizawa Shouta had been ongoing for a year, happened at random times, and left doctors utterly baffled was nothing more than a fun adventure, in his eyes.

Aizawa, judging by his letters, seemed to find it all a bother unless the switches happened when he needed help on his English homework. Hizashi had yet to break and give him the answers, but he did leave plenty of notes for his odd-yet-charming pen pal. It was an accurate description since Aizawa and he communicated through letters since someone still didn’t have a phone.

“Ah, you really need to clean your room more, Aizawa,” Hizashi grumbled to himself, taking a moment, as always, to appreciate the better vision and hearing that his friend had. Adjusting to an entirely new body had been terrifying and difficult, at first, but Hizashi liked to think he was okay at being Aizawa after a year’s intermittent practice.

“Right! What were you in the middle of, then?” Aizawa had at least been in his room for this switch, so that made it easier on Hizashi. A quick glance showed that the desk was covered in high school applications, all of them geared towards those with an interest in Heroics.

Hizashi supposed they were nearing the end of middle school - he certainly had been getting his moms’ help with his own applications. A quick shuffle through the ones Aizawa had collected revealed a half-completed one to U.A., Hizashi beaming as he placed that one on top.

The two had found out rather early on that they both had an interest in becoming pro heroes and, after that, their letters had become filled with training tips, encouragement, and facts and news on their favorite heroes. Aizawa, Hizashi had found, tended to admire the heroes who were more underground.

“You had better get in,” Hizashi said, mock frowning down at the U.A. application that had Aizawa’s name scribbled across it. “We need to be classmates and actual best friends!” As it was, the two lived several districts apart, something Hizashi had only managed to pry out of Aizawa recently. It would take four trains at least to see Aizawa in person.

His moms might have fallen in love with Aizawa and already claimed him as another son, but that didn’t mean they’d let him run all over the city to try and meet him. Maybe he could leave a letter to convince Aizawa to at least meet him halfway.

Shaking his thoughts off, Hizashi stood from the desk Aizawa must have been working at before their switch, stretching lightly and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as best he could. A quick look showed numerous nutrition pouches, far too few water bottles, and the conviction that Hizashi knew what he would be doing for the rest of the afternoon.

Heading for the kitchen, and noticing that Aizawa’s apartment was as empty as it always seemed to be, Hizashi hummed to himself as he started pulling out the items needed to make a lunch that consisted of actual food instead of what was essentially jelly pouches.

“I need to guilt you into eating more,” Hizashi frowned, poking at ‘his’ stomach and narrowing his eyes. They had both been training for hero entrance exams, but Aizawa was on the wrong side of thin. “I’m going to fatten you up if it’s the last thing I do!”

As the words bounced off empty walls into barren rooms, Hizashi sighed to himself and turned the stove on. While Hizashi didn’t mind the switches between him and Aizawa, he couldn’t help but wish for the possibility of being able to see and talk with the other through more than just letters.

While Hizashi knew he was on the more social end on the spectrum, spending all day in an empty apartment with no one to talk to just seemed… lonely.

“Don’t worry, Aizawa,” Hizashi whispered, listening to the quiet, almost inaudible sleep roughened voice fill the kitchen. “I promise that when we meet, we’re going to be the best of friends.”

Aizawa’s body grew tired easier, there were times where everything seemed to just hurt, and his eyes were constantly dry and burning, but Hizashi would spend days in Aizawa’s body if it meant the other got a break from all the loneliness, silence, and pain that seemed to build up around him.

Hizashi supposed he did have a sort of hero complex, but he figured that was alright. Aizawa seemed to have one, too, after all, and that meant that they were going to meet one day face-to-face.

Hizashi couldn’t wait.

                                                           ★★★

Kayama Nemuri liked to consider herself fun, outgoing, open minded, and always open to new and interesting ideas, which meant she often found herself wondering how she had befriended her childhood neighbor and the literal embodiment of death in the teenager who was Aizawa Shouta. If she had to guess, it no doubt had something to do with the fact that Nemuri was one of the only ones on their block not startled by the fact Shouta randomly swapped bodies with someone who he had never met; something that now could no longer be said.

“I can’t believe you,” Nemuri shook her head, arms crossed as she frowned down at Shouta or, well, she supposed it was Yamada Hizashi, at the moment. “You finally meet the kid you’ve been body switching with for almost two years and you almost knock his teeth out! I’m surprised he - you - are still conscious! And you.”

Nemuri turned around and glared down at the teen that was inhabiting her best friend’s body. The kicked puppy look with wide, startled eyes, a vulnerable expression, and the plea that was clear for all to see had her cooing as she grabbed his cheeks, exclaiming a soft, “Oh, but you’re just adorable. I would love seeing this expression when you’re in your proper body.”

“Quit doing weird things to my face and leave him alone,” Shouta grumbled, the expression familiar even on a face that was bruised and different. “He probably didn’t recognize me when we had our match and I can tell right now he can barely hear with how much damage his hearing aids have taken.”

“He definitely didn’t know it was you.” Ah, right, Iida Tensei was in the recovery room with them. He seemed to be as close to Yamada as Nemuri was to Shouta, so she couldn’t be too surprised. Especially with the way Shouta had used a very effective roundhouse kick to knock Yamada out of the ring of the final match of the Sports Festival. “His glasses cracked back in that minefield race and his hearings aids near blew out, too. Hey, at least you guys didn’t switch until after the match!”

Shouta snorted, pushing blond hair out of his face as he laid back down on the bed, wincing from what must have been a nasty bruise. “They wouldn’t have known how to score us,” Shouta yawned, looking momentarily frustrated. “Did you not sleep last night?”

“Hey!” Yamada yelped, pouting with Shouta’s face. “I don’t want to hear that from you Mr. I Have Both Insomnia And Narcolepsy.” There was a grumbled complaint, but Shouta didn’t offer too much of a fight. That, alone, was suspicious.

“How long do these switches usually last?” Iida asked, sinking down in the chair he had claimed as soon as they were all sure their idiot friends weren’t about to die. “I’ve only seen one and that one lasted half the day, didn’t it?”

Nemuri plopped herself on Shouta’s bed, grateful that the second years’ Sports Festival wasn’t until tomorrow and she, at least, wasn’t covered in bruises and bandages like the boys, before she answered with a blunt, “We never have any idea.”

“It’s sort of random,” Yamada admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck and looking away towards the window. It was a very Shouta gesture, considering it was coming from someone else. “I think the longest it ever lasted was… a day?”

“Both of us falling into deep sleep seems to reset it.” Shouta wiggled around on the bed for a moment, almost kicking Nemuri off before he grunted and sat back up. “Your back hurts.”

“That’s because someone threw me over his shoulder and almost broke my spine,” Yamada hissed, Shouta looking entirely unphased.

“Wow.” Shouta yawned to hide a smug smile and Nemuri fought not to laugh. “Sounds like a jerk, if you ask me.” Before Yamada could complain, Nemuri startled as both boys collapsed back onto their beds as if they were puppets with their strings cut. Nemuri noticed Iida scrambled to stand and looked panicked, Nemuri rushing to explain.

“It’s alright. This happens when they switch back, sometimes, especially if they’re hurt or tired which, as you can guess, happens a lot with these two. Just give it a few minutes.”

Iida reluctantly sat back down, Nemuri watching with some worry herself before the two boys groaned, Yamada the first to speak as he struggled to sit up. “How is it that even after a full day of fighting your pain is still worse than mine?”

“Luck,” Shouta grunted out, sounding as if that word took the rest of the energy he had. His usual grumpy expression was back, but Nemuri was stunned to see it fade into a smile when Yamada suddenly sat up and shouted his name. “If you were going to yell, you should have done it back on the field-”

“You’re here!” Yamada scrambled off his bed and almost hit the floor, Iida looking like he was about to have the youngest heart attack in history.

“Hizashi! You were just healed after taking multiple attacks! Get back into bed and get some rest.”

Yamada paused, looked at Iida, and then held eye contact with him as he crawled into Shouta’s bed without missing a beat. Nemuri decided then and there that Yamada was going to be her new favorite for a while. He seemed fun. “Hizashi!”

“What! I’m back in bed!” Yamada stuck his tongue out and then snapped his attention back to Shouta, beaming at him and looking like a literal embodiment of sunshine. Nemuri was certain that Shouta actually squinted. “Hi! My name is Yamada Hizashi, but you can call me Hizashi. I’m a first year at U.A., I love music, and bugs are the worst thing ever created on the planet.”

Nemuri knew Shouta was a goner when he chuckled and smiled a smile that Nemuri had never seen; something soft, fond, and what was no doubt something that was only for Hizashi. “Hi. My name is Aizawa Shouta, but you can call me Shouta. I’m in the General Education department at U.A., I love sleeping as much as possible, and it’s nice to meet you.”

Well, Nemuri thought to herself. At least they make a cute couple. She had a feeling that these two were going to turn out just fine.

                                                         ★★★

Iida Tensei had been friends with Hizashi since they met during their entrance exam for U.A. and helped each other survive a robot designed to ‘push them to their limits,’ or, as Hizashi insisted, they survived the school’s best attempt to kill them. Their friendship had only grown as they were well into their second year; to the point that Tensei knew that Hizashi was going to be his friend for a very, very long time. As such, it was his duty to tell him what an idiot he was.

“You’ve known each other for years, you routinely switch bodies with each other, you seem to know each other’s thoughts, no one can defeat you two when you pair up for joint exercises, and I’ve just pinned you for the fifth time in the last hour because you can’t stop looking at him. Just confess to him already!”

Hizashi was panting harshly, trying to get his breath back as he glared up at Tensei with what was more of a pout than a glare. He probably didn’t even realize that his gaze was starting to stray over to where Shouta was practicing in the rafters of the gym they were in with the latest version of his capture scarf. This time he was practicing aerial silks. Tensei didn’t envy him.

“Hizashi.” Tensei fell into a crouch before properly sitting next to his friend who was still on his back and looking absolutely lovesick. “You’re not that stupid.” It was clear as day that Shouta was just as gone over Hizashi as Hizashi was over him.

“What if I ruin it?” Hizashi asked quietly, shaking his head before Tensei could speak. “I know, Tensei. I- It’s not that hard to see. I’m not scared of him not feeling the same, I’m scared that he’ll think we make for better friends and I won’t be able to get over my feelings for him.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the optimist of us all?” Tensei sat back on his hands, looking to where Shouta was locked into a pose, bands wrapped around his back and legs and keeping him steady in a way that was more performer than pro hero. Tensei made sure to wave when Shouta noticed them looking. “You two have been looking at each other since he transferred into our class. I don’t think it’s going away at this point.”

Hizashi grumbled, Tensei watching his cheeks flush a bright pink when Shouta gave them a smile before focusing back on his practice. They were both gone over each other to the point that Tensei was ready to beg Nemuri for help in locking them together in a closet for a few days.

“Yeah… that’s part of the problem.” Hizashi’s entire posture radiated defeat to the point it looked like someone had gotten him a puppy and then shot the puppy in front of him. It was almost sadder than it was pathetic. “What if he thinks it’s not worth the risk?”

“What if he thinks it is?” Tensei kept his voice soft, almost laughing as Hizashi groaned and threw an arm over his eyes dramatically, glasses shoved crookedly out of the way. “Come on, just tell him.”

A flash of movement had Tensei looking up, watching as Shouta dismounted from the rafters and wrapped his scarf back around his neck as if the gesture was becoming second nature. It probably was considering how much practice he had put into starting to master his weapon.

“Tensei, I can’t just tell him,” Hizashi whined, keeping his eyes covered as he whined and complained and groaned as always. “I mean, what am I supposed to do, just go up to him and go ‘Hey, Shouta-’”

“Uh, Hizashi, maybe now isn’t the time for your dramatics,” Tensei hissed, half getting up to shut up his best friend himself seeing as Shouta had walked over and was now in hearing range and had visibly perked up at hearing Hizashi say his name. Like a freight train, though, Hizashi plowed on.

“Shut up, Tensei, I’m trying to say it’s not like I can just go up to him and say, ‘Hey, Shouta, I’m stupidly in love with you and I want to spend as much time as I can with you and take you out on dates and kiss your cheek and hold your hand and other stupid stuff because I’m in love with you!”

Hizashi threw his arms up in the air as he finished, knocking his glasses back into place over his eyes and sounding frustrated and overwhelmed. Tensei was reaching for his quirk and ready to either run, grab Hizashi and run, or grab Shouta and run because he saw the exact moment Hizashi made eye contact with Shouta, who had wandered even closer and was staring at Hizashi with the most emotion Tensei had ever seen on his face before.

A heavy silence like the moment before a fight broke out settled around all three of them, Tensei ready to try his best to diffuse the situation before Shouta was speaking first. “Tensei.” Oh, it looked like Tensei was going to die first. “Leave.”

“I, uh, are you really sure that’s the best idea right now?” Tensei cautiously got to his feet, now ready to tackle Shouta and scream for Hizashi to run. Shouta experiencing emotions could be dangerous for them all. “Why don’t we just talk this out-”

“Unless you want to see something that you’re never going to be able to unsee, I suggest you run.” Shouta squared his shoulders like he was going into battle before he tugged at his binding cloth and… dropped it on the floor. Hizashi started to scramble up like he was going to run before Shouta was pouncing and pinning him to the floor in a hold that was less heroic and more- Oh.

Tensei slowly took a few steps back as Hizashi started babbling excuses and pleas and looking completely panicked. Tensei was still just close enough to hear Shouta mumble a soft, “Hizashi. Shut up.” He then bent down in a clear, telegraphed motion that had Tensei turning around fully and leaving the gym quickly.

Tensei took a moment to feel pride and happiness for his friends before realizing their lovesick behavior was only going to get worse. Ah, well… At least they were happy.

                                                          ★★★

Tsukauchi Naomasa liked to think he was a cheerful enough person, but after a thirty-two-hour shift dealing with an outbreak of debuting villains around all of Japan, he was starting to think happiness was an illusion and he would never get a decent amount of rest again. The only reason he was sane after passing hour twenty-six was due to the fact he was working with a couple of new heroes who had recently started making a name for themselves.

“Yo! Tsukauchi! This should be the last of ‘em for now!” Present Mic, a cheerful media hero with a powerful voice quirk, was running up to him and gesturing to where there were over a dozen villains tied up. “Looks like they weren’t ready for the powerful one-two hit from U.A.’s favorite hero duo-”

“We’re not a duo!” The call came from where Eraserhead, an underground hero who had been viciously effective since he appeared on the scene, ambled over to them at a more sedate pace. “Any other reports nearby come in?”

“A few, but other officers and pro heroes have already responded. The last I heard of the pro hero Midnight just took care of a riot a few blocks west of here.” Naomasa assumed Midnight was one of their friends going by the proud looks on their faces. “We’re almost done here, as well, but I would like your help in interviewing one of the civilians rescued on scene.”

Present Mic frowned with a calculating look behind his sunglasses and Naomasa could easily see why villains would be afraid of the usually energetic hero. “Is he withholding information?”

Naomasa shook his head with a quick, “Oh, no, he’s been quite helpful from the few words I’ve exchanged with him. Eraserhead, though, you’ve been working on this case specifically for a while, yes? I feel as if you might have more knowledge in this matter.”

“Present Mic’s been helping me,” Eraserhead nodded, yawning before tilting his head back and putting some eyedrops in each eye. It must have been a common occurrence since Present Mic didn’t seem worried. “He’ll be just as much help.”

“Excellent! Right this way, then. He’s resting inside the ambulance after a blow to his head from some falling debris. Nothing serious the EMTs have assured me, but they want to take him to the hospital as soon as we’re doing getting a general picture and his contact information if we need it.”

The three of them trudged over, Naomasa making a small note to try and convince the two heroes to go home after this. They looked even more sleep deprived than Naomasa, but then, he wasn’t the one fighting villains and getting punched in the face on little to no sleep.

As soon as they were over to the ambulance and done with introductions, Naomasa tensed as he watched Eraserhead jump before blurting out a surprised, “You?” The civilian, Mifune, and Present Mic looked just as surprised.

Mifune’s surprise cleared up first and instead turned into something like delight as he smiled and said, “I knew you would be an amazing hero.”

What followed was not a conversation about gang activity, but a conversation on how apparently Present Mic and Eraserhead randomly switched bodies due to this man’s quirk, which led to a very complicated friendship, no doubt, and the knowledge that a civilian had used their quirk on someone without consent.

Naomasa was in the process of wondering if he was morally obligated to charge the man when he saw Mifune smiled at the two and offered to undo the quirk’s effect. “It wouldn’t take more than touching both of you at the same time with no ill effects on either of you.”

Well, that solved that, then. Except Present Mic and Eraserhead shared a look, a smile, and then Present Mic chirped out a cheerful, “No thanks!” Mifune didn’t seem surprised, but Naomasa couldn’t help an incredulous look. Randomly switching bodies was nothing except a recipe for disaster, but, well, Naomasa supposed the two had survived this far.

“I understand,” Mifune nodded, a serene smile on his face. “If it helps, the initial switch was not random. My quirk is interesting in that it only switches somebody with the body of their soulmate.” Oh, Naomasa might have to look that quirk up. It sounded like an odd one; odd, but interesting.

“Really?” Present Mic looked delightedly surprised, which made him seem a lot younger than he came across. Eraserhead, he noticed, only contently leaned against Present Mic’s side with the first smile Naomasa had seen from him.

“We know,” Eraserhead said softly, Naomasa deciding to leave the two be for a moment and question the few other civilians on the scene. He supposed that was why Eraserhead’s denial of being a hero duo had registered as both true and false with his quirk. How interesting those two were. Naomasa couldn’t wait to work with them again.

                                                         ★★★

Takada Suki was a sleep-deprived high school student studying sound engineering, music history, and was the night radio intern for the up and coming radio show Put Your Heads Up! which was led by the pro hero Present Mic. Suki’s internship meant little sleep, a dependence on energy drinks and coffee, and a lingering sense of paranoia that everything in life was going to come crashing down around her. She loved it. She also knew the station and Present Mic’s show like clockwork, so when she suddenly heard the broadcast go silent in the middle of a product placement, Suki felt pure panic fill her entire body.

Three seconds passed, Present Mic sounded like he was a few seconds from panicking himself as he finished up the product placement, and then he announced that they were going to take a short music break; a music break that shouldn’t have happened for another fifteen minutes. Still, Suki was a professional intern and, as such, she put on the playlist, made sure Present Mic was off air, and then rushed to the recording room fast enough she almost slammed the door into the wall.

“Oh. You must be that radio intern he always talks about,” Present Mic said, as if he had no idea who she was. “Takada, right?” Suki managed a squeak, Not Present Mic, because that couldn’t be Preset Mic, sighed and waved his hand as if everything was okay. “Relax. My name is Aizawa Shouta and I was tagged with a quirk in my childhood that makes me switch bodies with Hizashi - Present Mic here - at random.”

The words were tired, lethargic, and had none of Present Mic’s upbeat and wild energy, which was bad. It was very bad. Suki tried for a hello and instead squeaked out a weak, “We’re going to get shut down.”

“That seems a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Not Present Mic - Aizawa? - raised an eyebrow as if everything was just fine and Suki was overreacting - which she wasn’t.

“No! It’s not! You’re nothing like Present Mic! You’re probably a depressing old man who sits at home all day with his cats!” The offended look just meant it was true, Suki figured. “This is bad. This is so, so, bad. We have a Q&A session in half an hour about people’s favorite hero stories and we can’t cancel because people wouldn’t listen anymore and if they don’t listen we’ll get shut down and this station isn’t that popular, yet, and please this counts as credits so I can graduate-”

Suki possibly lost consciousness for a few minutes because when she finally calmed down, she noticed she was the one sitting down and Aizawa was patting at her back and looking worried. When he seemed sure that she was okay, he sighed and stood back up. “Okay, show me the basics of the equipment I need to know, here, and I’ll take care of it. And stop panicking. You’re not going to be shut down.” They were with that lazy, tired voice as announcer.

Still. Suki was an excellent paid intern and took her job seriously, so she walked Aizawa through the basics until the music break was due to end, at which point she scrambled back to the booth, said a prayer to whatever gods were listening, and put Present Mic back on air.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Suki listened to the half second of dead air on their broadcast before, over the speakers, she heard a familiar, cheerful, upbeat voice.

“Yo, my dear listeners, and welcome back to Put Your Hands Up! radio! I’m your wild and pro hero host Present Mic and we’re here to bring you sweet jams, fun stories, and the protection you need from the pre-processed crap you’ll find on every other station!” Present… Mic?

Suki looked through the viewing window and saw Present Mic look momentarily bored before he was launching back into it, gestures stilted and not at all wild and free like Present Mic, so… it was still Aizawa, then. “We hoped you enjoyed our extended music break - a special treat for all you listeners out there who just need a little chill time with some sweet jams - but now it’s on to the main event!”

He was actually pulling it off. They hadn’t switched back, like Suki thought, Aizawa was just mimicking Present Mic perfectly, introducing the Q&A segment, taking calls, giving advice, sharing wild, and not really PG stories, and just doing everything perfectly. The only time he slipped was during one of their last callers who claimed that Present Mic was his favorite hero and had been for a long time.

Aizawa had been silent for a beat too long, looking honestly emotional before he was getting back into character. Suki may have only been a high schooler, but even she could tell that the caller had very likely been the actual Present Mic. She supposed Aizawa was a friend of his, then. Although, judging by the emotion in both their voices during that call, Suki was thinking they might also be more than ‘just’ friends.

“And with that I’m afraid our night together comes to an end, listeners! It’s been fun, yo, but even us night owls need to catch some sleep. Not to fear, though, because we’re going to send you out with one last jam to end the night.

“First, though, remember that next week is all about quirks! Email us at our website with all your wild stories about crazy quirks you remember or just call us on the night of the show! Tell us everything and remember to keep those hands up as we end another night and start another beautiful morning! My name is Present Mic and here’s to all the heroes keeping us safe out there! Good night and good morning, Japan!”

Suki gave a thumbs up, switched on their parting song, took Aizawa off the air, and collapsed forward the same time Aizawa collapsed backwards in his chair. Flicking the switch that would let her voice be heard in the room, she mumbled a quiet, “You owe me ice cream. I like coffee flavored.”

Aizawa gave her a thumbs up without looking and Suki decided that, if nothing else, at least their show would be alright if Present Mic and Aizawa ever switched bodies again. Honestly… she was so unappreciated in her time.

                                                         ★★★

Principal Nezu of U.A. high school liked to think that little surprised him, not only due in part to his quirk, but also because he had been teaching teenagers and cultivating them to be heroes of Japan for several years. There was little surprise to be had in life once one dedicated themselves to teaching high school students. The newest development among the school, however, had even him thrown for a loop.

Nezu had long since known of the quirk that affected his former student Aizawa Shouta and caused him to switch bodies with his friend Yamada Hizashi. He had seen it happen a number of times over the years both when they were students and now when they were teachers; although it had drastically decreased as they had grown older. It seemed, however, that emotional and physical distress could act as a button to purposefully trigger a change and keep a change.

Aizawa and Yamada had always been good at piloting each other’s bodies, but it was getting to the point that even Nezu was having difficulties in telling who was who in the days following what was the USJ incident. Their bond had no doubt saved lives when Aizawa appeared in Yamada’s body and screamed about an attack at USJ, gathering them all and collecting a frantic Iida Tenya along the way. Everyone had survived, but it was the aftereffects of that battle that was beginning to worry Nezu.

Whereas before they had switched every few days or once a week at most, now they were switching every few hours, sharing the pain of Aizawa’s traumatic injuries and allowing Aizawa to attend debriefs only hours after the event had happened, providing detailed descriptions of the villains that were there, their motives for appearing, and everything else.

Yamada would often appear a few hours later, chiming in with his own theories and opinions in tracking down the villains and identifying them, and then a few hours later they would once again switch. Every time it happened, Nezu could see the gasp of breath they both took, as if stunned by the lack of pain after being in such a hurt body.

It was the stumble and gasp of relief Aizawa took on the latest switch that led him to the room where Aizawa was recovering under Recovery Girl’s careful watch. It had been a few days, now, but Aizawa was still in critical condition and often Yamada was sitting beside him, or, depending on how one looked at it, Aizawa was sitting beside Yamada, as he was now.

“Hizashi is too stubborn.” Aizawa greeted, turning to look at Nezu with that frustrated expression of his, familiar even with Yamada’s features. “I don’t suppose you could convince him to stop forcing the switch with me, next time you see him.”

“It’s amusing that you think he would listen to me when he never did even as a student,” Nezu chuckled, pulling a seat up and sitting beside Aizawa. “You have control over the switch, now?”

“To a degree,” Aizawa mumbled, Nezu able to see the gesture he made that would indicate he would be hiding behind his binding cloth. Fifteen years since Nezu had first begun teaching him and he had changed so little. “It’s more of an emotional choice than a logical one.”

“Hm.” Nezu looked down to Yamada, the body wrapped in bandages and knocked unconscious to prevent the feeling of pain as much as possible. “Well, I doubt he’ll listen to me about the switches, but I just came to inform you that you’ll both be taking time off until both your bodies are healed and in good condition.”

“What?” Aizawa glared at him, but it was much less intimidating with Yamada’s face, who Nezu had seen cry hundreds of times. “That could take weeks for my body alone, and the students-”

“Have been given time off, are recovering themselves, and would understand. Your own body is still considered to be in critical condition and Yamada’s body has gone days without proper rest or food. Plus, how can you effectively teach your students when you and Yamada are switching bodies every few hours? You might know each other’s lesson plans, but enough to teach each other’s lessons for days at a time?”

Aizawa sat in a frustrated silence, Nezu sitting with him for a long few minutes before he was getting up and reaching up to pat Aizawa’s hand lightly. “The faster you allow your body to heal, the less Yamada will need to suffer that pain with you, yes?”

“That’s cheating,” Aizawa grumbled, expression lightning as he glanced back to where Yamada was asleep. “Fine. No more than two weeks, though.”

“That sounds quite acceptable as long as those two weeks start once your body can stay awake for longer than an hour,” Nezu smiled before he was leaving the recovery area, humming lightly to himself as he wondered if he should ban the two from campus just to be sure. He decided against it, deciding that if it was one thing that would get them to take care of themselves, it was the thought of the other not taking care of their bodies. They were efficient, though, and powerful in their own right.

Nezu had never seen Yamada’s quirk used quite so brutally as when Aizawa had been piloting his body at the USJ. Hm. Perhaps he would have those two teach more battle simulations together with the students. For now, however, he would leave them to their rest. They had certainly earned it.

                                                         ★★★

Shinsou Hitoshi liked to think that he was physically stronger than most of his fellow General Education students due to the rigorous training Eraserhead - Aizawa - put him through daily in order to make sure he had a chance to make it into the Heroics department. He had failed at the Sports Festival, but that didn’t mean there weren’t other ways of getting into Heroics, and Hitoshi, no matter how much it hurt or how overwhelming it was, had promised himself that he wouldn’t let Aizawa think he had made a mistake in taking him under his wing. So, yes, at this point he was ahead physically of his other classmates, but he was nowhere near the level of Aizawa himself.

The man held back so much during their training and never left a mark on him, but it still felt like Hitoshi was winded, exhausted, and had no strength left by the end of it. Aizawa was always focused, never let up in his attacks, and saw Hitoshi’s own attacks coming from a mile off. That was why when Aizawa fumbled during one of their daily training sessions and suddenly seemed caught off guard, Hitoshi didn’t hesitate to use it against him, charging at him and ready to knock him down.

He was not expecting to be wrapped up in Aizawa’s scarf and thrown against the floor with enough force to knock the wind out of him. When he finally managed to get his breath back, he immediately hid his frustration with a grunt and a glare. “That’s cheating. You said we weren’t going to use our scarves this time!”

“Wha- Oh! Hitoshi! Oh, jeez, I’m sorry, kid, i forgot- Here, let’s get you up. Are you okay? That was a pretty hard hit- Did you hit your head?! Ah, please tell me you didn’t-”

“Y… Yamada-sensei?” Hitoshi squinted at Aizawa who was making a lot of unnecessary hand motions and tumbling through his words and had an expression of unending guilt. It was definitely Yamada. “Oh. I guessed you two… switched.” That explained the fumble, he supposed.

“Sorry,” Yamada grimaced, undoing the cloth from around him and helping him back to his feet. “We’ve switched in the middle of fights just enough times that it’s instinct to just use the cloth. Are you alright?”

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” Hitoshi tilted his head, studying all the differences curiously. Aizawa had explained about the body switching he and Yamada did due to a quirk used on him in childhood, but Hitoshi had only seen the tail end of it happen once. “Are you okay?”

“No need to worry, herolet,” Yamada laughed, loud and bright and a lot like Present Mic. It wasn’t Aizawa, anymore, that was certain. “We’ve switched so much that a lot of times we can just continue on with whatever the other was doing! You were in the middle of sparring?”

“No quirks and no weapons,” Hitoshi nodded at once, still staring because, well, this was cool. “So, you guys practiced so you can fight and use each other’s quirks whenever you switch?”

“Yup!” Yamada chirped. “Shouta’s even taken over my radio show a time or two during switches. It was actually him on air during last weekend’s broadcast.”

“That was Aizawa-sensei?” Hitoshi was certain his laugh was hysterical. “You’re telling me that was actually him the whole time? There wasn’t any difference between him and your normal broadcasts, though!”

“You watch my show?” Fuck. Yamada was looking gleeful and Hitoshi could feel the mistake he had made. He needed a distraction.

“You want to take a picture with me? I don’t think I’ll ever get a picture of Aizawa-sensei smiling, otherwise.” Hitoshi could see Yamada wavering before he gave a huff.

“Fine, but hurry up. Knowing Shouta, he’d march over here in my body to make sure I’m not ‘telling you anything stupid.’”

Quickly doing as told, and maybe a bit too happy about it all, Hitoshi felt no shame and taking a couple dozen pictures of him and Yamada making stupid faces at the camera with cat ears on almost every one of them. The galaxy cat ears were so far his favorite.

They were just setting up for another one before Hitoshi saw, through the camera screen, the door to the gym behind them open as slowly as it might in a horror movie. Hitoshi swallowed as he saw Aizawa in Yamada’s body glare at Hitoshi’s phone. The three of them were silent before Yamada chirped out a cheerful, “Smile!”

Hitoshi snapped the picture, Yamada started cackling, Aizawa’s expression got darker, and Hitoshi ran. It was nice to know he was getting better, especially when Aizawa snapped out a fierce, “Shinsou Hitoshi you had better delete those pictures!”

Instead of that, Hitoshi clicked his phone open again, angled his camera up, and took another picture. Hitoshi was only half in frame, Yamada was beaming in a way that made it seem as if Aizawa wasn’t up to something horrible, and Aizawa was making Present Mic look like some avenging creature of death.

Hitoshi set the picture as his phone background and decided that for as weird as his teachers were, they were pretty amazing people. He made sure to email the pictures to himself, though. Just in case.

                                                           ★★★

Mifune Kichi. Quirk: Soul Bound. This quirk, once activated, allows for the person affected to switch bodies with their “soulmate.” The soulmate is not fated, but instead the person that the afflicted is most likely to get along with in personality. This quirk has a time limit of one year unless the bond is maintained by those afflicted and, even with maintenance, breaks after a max of five years.

The longest recorded instance of a soul bond that is still active is seventeen years and has shown no signs of deterioration.  

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December 1st, Abbies 22nd! Part 1.

It kind of goes without saying, but when you truly love someone, you want them to always be happy - you want EVERY day to be a great day for them. Of course, that doesn't always happen because life happens. So all of us have shitty days, and we deal with them because we have to. Some days just end up being like that. Abbie and I both know that, and we both do a really good job of doing whatever it takes to make sure the other one has a good day. It doesn't mean the other never has a bad one, but it does mean that we always know each other's happiness is something that is always being considered. And THAT means everything. That doesn't make us special, it just makes us in love.

 So we try to make EVERY day better for the other. But there are certain days where we do our best to go above and beyond our usual to ensure all that we can that the other has an unforgettable day. Birthdays are just such days. When Abbie turned 22 a couple months ago (December 1st), I had made a promise to myself that I would do everything in my power to make sure that it would end up being a day and night that she would never not only never forget, but one that she would never want to. Despite a number of things that would end up going wrong, I think I succeeded.

 A funny thing happens when it comes to "perfect days" when you really think about. They don't tend to be the days where everything went exactly according to plan. Sometimes they don't come close to following the way you had things planned out, and the unexpected deviations from the original plans help make it even better. That was certainly the case on Abbie's birthday, where my carefully laid out plans blew up in our fucking faces and we still had what I think we both would agree was indeed a perfect day.

 The plan was fairly simple. The morning would start with me making breakfast in bed for Abbie. We would spend the first part of the day together alone. I would give her her presents and we would get lunch and I would take her shopping. Then it was gonna be girls night out at a few of our favorite bars. While readers of us know from the past that we both REALLY like guys too, this day and night were going to be just the girls. I had invited several of our mutual friends (and some who mostly know her from her classes at school). We would party at the bar or bars and get a little fucked up and just act our age mostly lol. And then I had asked two of our closest friends, Madison and Heather, to come back to our apartment to spend the night. It was planned so perfectly in my head. Those plans all started to become fucked up with the very first part of the big day: my breakfast in bed I was going to make her.

 (***Spoiler alert: I have no fucking business being in a kitchen unless it's to eat lol.***)

 Abbie's birthday happened to fall on a Saturday, a day in which we usually sleep in, which worked perfectly. I wanted Abbie to sleep in because I wanted to do something special for her and make her breakfast in bed. As in, you know, actually cook for her! I guess I just somehow assumed that I would suddenly and magically know how to cook on this day. It never occurred to me that since I've never been able to cook anything edible prior to that day that I might actually struggle to do so ON that day. And did I ever struggle to do so 😂😂!

 Omelets are good and Abbie likes them and we don't have them that often. So I had gone online and figured out how to make them (don't laugh just because I had to Google "how to make an omelet." I had already (somewhat discretely) bought all the ingredients I would need the day before. I am fully aware that omelets might be easy to make if you actually know how to make stuff. I don't. (I can't even spell the fuckin word, as auto correct keeps pointing out lol). Apparently they were literally one of the worst things I could have picked. I followed everything just like it said but couldn't get them to fold at all. I flipped more shit out of the pan than I was able to keep in the pan. And pretty soon I was horrified to discover that there was no way in hell that what I was making was going to resemble an omelet. So I'm kind of freaking out but then I realize that it just was turning into loaded scrambled eggs, and I could just pretend that was what I was going to make all along! She was still sleeping despite my brief but rather loud little burst of strong language after fucking up the omelet. So scrambled eggs it would be! They are easier to spell anyway...

 But ... nope. Scrambled eggs it wouldn't be. Apparently you can't leave them unattended for very long. I went to get bread to make toast since that goes with scrambled eggs (and since it's pretty hard to fuck up toast), but I got distracted when thinking about what else I could make to make it a perfect breakfast. Did you know you can burn scrambled eggs? I didn't. Turns out you can. You can also melt the spatula into the scrambled eggs if it's made out of plastic or rubber or whatever and you just leave it unattended in the skillet. Also, in case anyone is wondering, the smoke alarms in our apartment work perfectly.

 So that was Abbie's breakfast in bed. It never made it off the stove. She woke up terrified to the sounds of the smoke alarm and me crying in the kitchen and suddenly she came running naked out of the bedroom to witness both her girlfriend and our spatula melting down. I was a blubbering mess, saying through tears something like, "I just wanted to make you breakfast in bed." So here it is, the morning of her 22nd birthday and a day in which I wanted to make it all about her, and here she is comforting me. The day had literally just started and my hopes of giving her a perfect day were already ruined. I said as much to her, mumbling through tears something like, "I just wanted it to be a perfect day for you." As Abbie pulled me into her and hugged me tightly, she did what she so often does: she made me feel better with her words. She said, "Listen, we are together. Every day we are together is a perfect day." Even though I know that was a bit of a stretch, she had instantly and very effectively settled me down. Have I mentioned how much I love my girl?

 After our embrace, I just blurted out, "But I melted our spatula!" It was just a spontaneous, ridiculous thing to say, but we both had a much needed laugh, which also made me feel better. I said, "I really am sorry. I just wanted to give you breakfast in bed." Abbie replied, "Just give me breakfast on the counter instead." I gave her kind of a puzzled look and she just slowly started nudging me backwards toward the counter and licked her lips. I just smiled because I knew exactly what she meant.

 As my ass reached the counter, I hopped up on it. I was only wearing an oversized t-shirt, nothing else. Of course, that's one more article of clothing than Abbie was wearing. As I got myself situated on the countertop, I pulled the shirt off over my head and tossed it across the room as Abbie spread my legs apart. As my bald pussy slowly spread open, I leaned back on the counter and braced myself with my elbows. I bent my legs at the knees, but kept them spread wide open as Abbie's tongue began licking me. She tongued my ass before licking my pussy bottom to top. When she reached my clit, she toyed with it some with the end of her tongue before sliding  back down a little and putting her tongue all the way into my increasingly wet cunt like it was a cock. In and out, over and over, she slow fucked me with her tongue. As I lay on the counter convulsing, she slowly slid her middle finger into my asshole. I was moaning something like "Jesus Christ" as Abbie's finger fucked my ass and her tongue fucked my pussy. The pace gradually increased, with perfectly timed thrusts in both holes which kept completely in step with each other. My moans turned into screams until I wrapped my legs around her head and came in her mouth.

 Here it is, her special day and it is she providing ME with complete pleasure. It hardly seemed fair, but I wasn't about to complain. I was still shaking too much from such a seismic fuckin orgasm that I wasn't in any position to complain anyway. All I could offer was a meek "You're still getting breakfast in bed." And she did. Corn flakes and a banana lol. As I brought her a tray into the bedroom, I said, "We both know you are worth so much more than this to me. But I literally can't burn this breakfast!" And I know it probably sounds a little over the top or even ridiculous to some people, but I fed her the cereal myself, every single bite. By God, if I couldn't cook for her then I was going to feed her. It was something that wasn't planned at all and just happened, and it made me feel much better about things. Abbie ALWAYS takes care of me, and this was just a silly little thing I could do to feel like I'm taking care of her. After the last bite, I licked up all the milk that dribbled off onto her as I fed her. And sang Happy Birthday to her and kissed her and told her I've never wanted anything more in my life than to be her wife.

 Then I fucked her with the banana and made her cum just as hard as she had made me orgasm.

 Abbie's birthday had started off far from perfect, but it was already quite memorable. And it had only just begun.

 After Abbie and I had yet another epic fuck in bed that morning, we took our customary shower together. Rarely do we shower without each other. It's just kind of become our thing. We really enjoy showers and baths together. Baths are typically done at nighttime when we have more time, and are as much about relaxing as anything else. Sometimes we sit on the same side of the tub, usually with her in front of me since she is so much tinier than me. But just as often when bathing together, we sit at opposite ends of the tub. Often we just relax and maybe smoke a little while in the tub, and often we just lay in there staring at each other. It's usually reflective. But showers are often wild. A lot of kissing and fingering and toys, etc. We tend to get way more dirty before we ever think about getting clean in the shower. But on this morning, we had both already had massive orgasms and so it didn't turn out to be a wild shower ride like so many of them become lol. Instead, we just stood and made out as the water cascaded down on us. A very long, deep, highly passionate kiss. The kind you feel all the way down to your toes. I'm writing this quite a bit after the fact, so I can't remember for sure, but I'm almost positive that neither of us even put a finger in the other one's pussy during that particular shower. That's pretty unusual for one of our showers! But we sure had one of the longest and best kisses I can ever remember. Then we finally got around to washing each other and getting clean.

 The rest of my plans for Abbie's "perfect day" were as follows: we would head downtown to Caffé D’arte, one of Abbie's and my favorite coffee shops. The best Italian coffee on the planet! Then we would do some shopping downtown at some of the quaint boutiques that Boise has to offer. I wanted part of her birthday present to be a new outfit to wear that night. From there we would grab a late lunch, then hit the liquor store to stock up for the pre-party party at our apartment with the girls. Then we would head to her favorite nightclub (and another bar or two, probably) and party the night away before returning to our place with Madi and Heather, who were going to stay the night. It was a full day, but I knew the odds of pulling everything off from there on out had gotten much better now that I would no longer be required to be in the kitchen 😂😂

 What could possibly go wrong, right? Well, start with the weather lol. We knew snow was forecast for that day, but that wasn't really a concern. While the mountains were expected to get more, we were only forecast to get less than an inch in Boise proper. Not enough to hamper our plans! So weather wasn't going to affect our plans at all.

 Except, of course, it would.

 As we headed to the coffee shop for our first stop on our afternoon out, flurries were already falling. Which again isn't a big deal. When you live in Idaho, you are used to snow. But you also can FEEL the weather, meaning you can sense what it's going to do. I grew up in Kansas and I can equate it to thunderstorms there. You've been in enough of them and you can just feel what it's going to do before it does it. The sky, the wind, the feel of the air, etc. You just know. And I've found the same holds true in Boise when it comes to snow. And I know as I parked my car and Abbie and I were walking to our Italian coffee spot, that we weren't going to get less than an inch of snow that day. There was a snowstorm in the air. But we proceeded with plans as usual, at least for the time being.

 After a couple cups of amazing coffee, we hit up a few of the boutiques/stores downtown. It was in the third or fourth one we went to, Voxn Clothing, that Abbie found the perfect outfit. Abbie is the perfect combination of cute, adorable, beautiful, and sexy. And this outfit accentuated all of those traits. When she tried it on and showed me, I just wanted to tackle her right there by the dressing room and fuck her in front of whoever happened to be in the store at the time. But I restrained myself and didn't pounce on my lil birthday girl right then. There would be plenty of time for that later!

 By the time we got done shopping, it was actually closer to dinner time than it was lunch time. So we decided on a light, early dinner rather than a late lunch. Abbie picked Asiago's, and because it was already 4:00, we didn't want to eat too much since we were going to be drinking before too long. But we needed something in our tummies, so we both ordered bruschetta and Abbie had a glass of wine that I stole a few sips from.  As we left the restaurant and walked to the car, the snow had begun falling harder than just the flurries of earlier. It was completely obvious that the weather forecasters had missed the mark and that we were going to end up with way more than their forecasted amount of "a trace to an inch" of snow. And while I was suddenly glad that Abbie isn't nearly as big of a sports fan as me (if she had been, we would have been spending her birthday evening at the Fresno State vs. Boise State football game!). The wind and cold and snow made me glad we weren't doing that! Yes, I would have liked to watch the game. But this was my girl's night. This night was about her, not me. I vowed to not even watch any of the game on TV or follow it on my phone. (Turns out I never even thought about the game that night.)

 But it was time to talk about whether there was going to have to be a change of plans. The weather was getting increasingly more shitty and we needed to figure out if it was the best night to be bar hopping. I was wondering in the back of my mind if it was going to be such a good idea to go bar hopping on this night, but I didn't want to ask it aloud because my baby girl had her sexy new dress and we had been talking about it and going out was going to be part of the "perfect day." But it was Abbie who said it first. I hadn't even driven two blocks when she said, "So what do you think about just staying in tonight?" I asked what SHE thought about It, and she said she thought it would be a good idea. We knew we needed input from the other girls who were going to be going out with us that night, so we decided to call/text them to see if they were even still planning on getting out that night, and if they were, if they would be okay with just partying at our place. Abbie and I decided we would cover the Uber for any of the girls needing rides to or from our apartment that night. We had previously discussed just seeing if they might be interested in having a slumber party that night, just seeing if any or all of them wanted to just spend the night. But neither of us really wanted to do that because we knew Madison and Heather were spending the night. Those are our two besties lol. And I had spent much of the week discussing in detail some of the sexual adventures we had planned for Abbie's birthday night. So we really didn't want a bunch of other people spending the night. A pussy can only hold so many tongues and fingers anyway 😂😂

 The original plan was going to be 10 of us girls. Abbie and me, of course, and Madi (who had the night free from her boyfriend) and Heather (who is single), who would both be staying the night. Toni and Nicole, or Ebony and Ivory as I affectionately refer to them (yeah I know it ain't very original, but they think it's cute!), our interracial couple friends who are in an open relationship, had been invited. Karen (in a relationship with a guy) and Amber (somehow still single lol) were two other friends who were also on the list, as well as a lesbian couple from our floor who we've just been getting to know, Kammy and Ariel, a tall brunette and fiery redhead who seem like a lot of fun, and who we hope to start spending more time with! So that was the 10 invitees.

 After calling and coordinating, it turned out to be 8 girls. Karen and Amber, separately (and regrettably!) decided against joining us that night. Since both lived on the other side of town, that decision was completely understandable. But for the rest of us, it was time to fucking party. Abbie ran to the liquor store while I got last second things ready around the house.

 Toni and Nicole arrived first.  In fact, they got there even before Abbie got back home. We've fucked them before, and they are one of the few true couples we fuck. It's usually just a swap when we fuck them. I fuck one while Abbie fucks the other, and then we switch. It's never been what you would consider a traditional foursome - for some reason, it's always just been like two twosomes lol. Anyway, as they came into the apartment, I took their coats and my mind immediately went back to the last time they were in our apartment and I was immediately getting wet and couldn't wait for Abbie to get back. I discretely texted Abbie and told her to hurry up and get home, saying that I had jungle fever lol. I sometimes cross lines of being inappropriate and was hoping this wasn't one of those times! I was hoping her non response to my text was due to the fact she was driving and not because I crossed a line lol. When she finally texted back "don't start without me!!" I knew things were cool.

 She arrived shortly thereafter. Madison and Heather weren't far behind. They aren't a couple, but Madi had picked up Heather since they were both going to be spending the night anyway and both lived in the same neighborhood, less than 2 miles from us. For those of you have who have read our stories before, you are familiar with Madi. She's our friend who is in a serious relationship with a guy but who became more and more curious the more she hung around us. Now she is simply one of our very best friends, and a regular partner of me and Abbie (Yes, he knows. Yes, he is sometimes included in the fun). But we've never talked a ton about Heather. She is one of the girls who went on our lake trip last summer. Abbie couldn't sleep one night and was out on the deck. Heather couldn't sleep either, and they found themselves talking to each other. Abbie had told her about her being an amateur photographer and Heather asked if Abbie would take some nudes of her down on the beach with her camera (beautiful moon lit night that night). Heather is fucking hot lol. Of course Abbie agreed! Nothing happened of course, because of our rule that the other must be present for all physical sex. But Abbie was extremely attracted to her and in talking to other girls, the feeling was mutual. It wasn't long and Heather had become a very close friend of ours! And while Abbie and I don't really discuss "favorites" when it comes to our circle of fuck, if we did I think it's safe to assume that hers is Heather and mine is Madi. Hence those being the two girls who would be spending the night. Shortly after getting back from the lake this summer, Abbie and I were fucking in bed one night. As I fingered her hard, I sucked on her ear and whispered in it, "don't you wish Heather was fucking you now?" It wasn't a trap question. I wanted her to be thinking of Heather at that moment because I was thinking of them. When she didn't answer I fingered her harder and said, "You love fucking Heather don't you baby?" She screamed "God, you fucking know I do!" and it turned me on so much, probably more than her!

 So yeah, she was definitely spending the night that night. And part of Abbie's perfect night was going to be that she was going to get some quality one on one time with Heather. And Madi and I would fuck each other while we watched them. I'm not sure if there's ever been a more win-win situation than that 😂😂

 So as Madi and Heather stepped into our apartment, my mind couldn't help but race ahead to when it was just going to be us four. But I needed to stay in the present. We had four other girls to party with and entertain that evening, two of whom (Ebony and Ivory) were already in our living room. Arriving fashionably late to the party were the two girls who only had to travel about a block by foot to get to our door lol - our new friends and almost neighbors, Kammy and Ariel, both also students at BSU, as are Abbie and me.

 So the guests were all in place and the liquor was flowing. I felt like such a bad girl since I was the only one there who was under 21 (barely, lol). Everyone who doesn't know thinks I'm older than Abbie anyway (by looks - certainly not by wisdom and maturity!) I have also learned that I don't hold my liquor like a pro, lol. The more I drink sometimes, the more of an ass I tend to make out of myself (not to mention I tend to pass out before anyone else!) So as much as I love to drink, when we are with other people I have learned the art of appearing to drink more than I actually am! That was especially the plan that night. I wasn't about to get drunk and say or do something stupid on Abbie's big night. Our plants in the apartment drank more than me that night lol, since that was where I was dumping half my shit when no one was looking! But everyone else drank quite a bit, and some of us smoked quite a bit (that doesn't affect me negatively!), but nobody got really shitfaced. It was wild but mild, lol.

 As for sex? Had Abbie or myself initiated anything, I have no doubt that there could have been 8 naked girls having an orgy in our living room. Don't think we weren't thinking about that! But in a move that might surprise some of you, we had decided to keep the party non sexual. Part of the thinking in doing so was to build up what was in store for four of us later on that night. So we actually had a .... non sexual party (!!), although there was much flirting, and quite a bit of kissing. In her slightly inebriated state, Abbie got the first taste of our new friend Ariel (tongue taste that is), as they made out on the couch some towards the end. I satisfied my burning jungle fever somewhat by sticking my tongue in Ebony's mouth for several minutes. Not as good as her pussy, but still good! Anyway, everyone had drinks and food and played games and gossiped, and every time I looked at Abbie she had the biggest smile, and it made my heart sing. Her happiness is mine. It always will be.

 Soon the time came for the others to leave later that night into the extreme winter conditions (with drivers of course), and Abbie and as me and Heather and Madison remained, I knew the big smile Abbie had had all night was only going to get bigger. Less than two minutes after the other guests left, the four horniest girls in the state of Idaho at that moment began shedding clothes.

 It was time to rewrite the definition of the term "epic fuck." It was time to give my birthday girl a night she would never forget...

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 *Part 2 of 2 will be posted no later than this Sunday. Thank you all for your patience and understanding through all the setbacks of getting this story written/posted. *

 Peace & Love, 

-Katalina

#katandabbiestories #bisexual #girllove

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

OMG, I'm in love with your writing and I need more! I'd like to request a fix in which the MC is pregnant with Charlie's baby and suddenly goes into labour with only Fred and George with her. All three panic because they don't know what to do :)

Please remember this isn’t at all related to the Smugglers series so please don’t get confused with the timeline!

Also, this one might be my shortest work which is interesting, but I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you all enjoy it!

Charlie Weasley and (Y/N) began their relationship during their fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They remained together as Charlie studied dragons in Romania and (Y/N) worked to become a formidable Auror under the wing of Alastor Moody, also known as Mad-Eye Moody.

However, after a painful and potentially deathly encounter Charlie experienced with a Hungarian Horntail, he decided it was time to finally marry (Y/N), a few months after leaving Hogwarts. The pair was still very young, but they both led dangerous lives and would rather be together before an unspeakable situation took place.

Eloping in August of 1991, Charlie and (Y/N) returned to their careers as careful as ever. Even though they were separated most of the time, Charlie always came home when there was spare time, making sure his wife was comfortable and okay during his absence.

(Y/N) would work long hours at the Ministry, occasionally chatting with Arthur Weasley about current events despite the fact they were in different departments. Outside of work, Percy always rang (Y/N)’s line, asking for advice on how to work at the Ministry, something he’d been dreaming of since he was younger.

Along with Percy, (Y/N) was always happy to help out with the Weasleys. Bill visited her often, making teasing remarks on how his younger brother wasn’t treating her properly. Fred and George were always demonstrating their new pranks to her while Ron and Ginny asked for magical advice since she was the one that discovered the Cursed Vaults during her time at Hogwarts.

During the summer of 1994, almost three years of their marriage, Charlie decided to take another break so he could spend time with his wife.

(Y/N) was ecstatic to have him home. They would prepare dinner together, take walks around town, visit their family and old friends. All things she did alone, but now had him with her for company. If (Y/N) was spontaneously summoned by the Ministry, Charlie would prepare her meal for the day and handed it to her as she went off for work.

He was happy to see her thriving and the angelic look on her face every time he woke up beside her. They loved each other very much and even though they were calculated and punctual, they were also sometimes reckless.

Charlie knew his Father had a flying car and decided it’d be a good idea to unwind with a picnic and a fly around town. Borrowing the car, he made all preparations necessary and awaited the return of his wife.

“Charlie,” (Y/N) called, “I’m home and I’m bloody exhausted” She sighed, dropping her bag on the marble countertop. Charlie descended from upstairs with a small smirk on his face, twirling the keys around his finger.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” He grinned, shoving the keys in his pocket, “Get dressed and we’ll go, okay?”

(Y/N) smiled and gave a small nod, running to change out of her work attire and coming out in something much more comfortable. Walking out to their garage, Charlie opened the seemingly normal car door for her. (Y/N) had solved many riddles in her life, but Charlie’s surprise was something she couldn’t decipher.

The picnic basket and blankets had been hidden in the trunk and Charlie had never mentioned his Father’s flying car. Well, after the car took off the ground, he had to talk about it.

(Y/N) began to laugh as they flew through the woods near their home, “This is amazing!” She exclaimed, peaking her head out the window, “It’s like a broom, but better!”

Charlie chuckled at her happiness as he flew to the designated picnic spot. Safely landing, Charlie opened the door for her yet again, pulling her to the area with an array of flowers.

“Wait here,” He said, placing a kiss on her forehead, “and close your eyes!” He exclaimed as he ran back to the car to retrieve the picnic supplies.

(Y/N) closed her eyes, enjoying the sounds and the wind coming from the area. She heard Charlie struggling behind her, “Charlie, let me help you” She said keeping her eyes closed, but Charlie was already carrying everything.

“No!” He grunted, attempting to set everything down, “I got it” He muttered. Yes, he could’ve used magic, but he thought the extra effort would make the date much more charming. After about twenty minutes of struggle and set up, Charlie took (Y/N) by the hand, “don’t open them yet”

(Y/N) nodded and let Charlie lead her to the spot. The aroma of freshly made bread and pumpkin juice immediately hit her nose and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay, open them” He muttered, a smile spreading across his lips as he watched her eyes light up. (Y/N) wandered around the setup, pillows, and blankets with their house colors on them, a picnic basket full of delicious desserts and the same sandwiches they used to enjoy during their school years.

“Charlie!” She exclaimed, running back to her husband giving him a tight hug, “This is wonderful, you’re wonderful” She whispered, running her thumb across his cheek.

Charlie wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, “We haven’t been on a slightly reckless date in a while so I thought we could have a picnic, explore the woods, and camp out overnight,” Charlie said, “Just the two of us”

Charlie leaned in a pressed a soft kiss against (Y/N)’s lips. Charlie Weasley had always been the romantic type, showering her with handmade gifts since he didn’t have the funds to buy her some. (Y/N), however, wouldn’t have it any other way. His handmade gifts always reminded her of how he must’ve sat down and worked on it for hours which was worth more than a store-bought item.

After their picnic and stroll through the forest, Charlie and (Y/N) had retreated into their enchanted tent. Their intentions at first were to sleep, but the adrenaline provided by the area rendered them sleepless and they searched for other activities to pass the time.

Charlie threw (Y/N) onto the bed as she laughed, watching him crawl over her, pressing kisses all over her body. His hair had been pulled out of his ponytail and hung around his face, tickling her bare skin as he moved upwards, “I love you” He muttered, his lips latching onto hers as he laced his fingers with her’s, holding her hands on each side of her head.

(Y/N) sighed contently as Charlie pressed chaste kisses around her neck, “I love you too” She replied, pulling him down for another heated kiss.

The night in the woods was sleepless, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

A couple of months after their secluded endeavor, (Y/N) found out she was pregnant. Her pregnancy explained all the random symptoms she had been experiencing and the news excited her.

Rather than telling Charlie by telephone or mail, she decided to travel to Romania and find him at the Dragon Sanctuary he worked at. Gathering a bag, she walked outside her home with determination, disapparating in the middle of the field.

Apparating in Romania, a somewhat difficult task since it was such a long distance and only skilled witches and wizards could apparate that far without splinching, she walked around searching for her husband.

“Calm down!” Charlie yelled, attempting to tame a large Norwegian Ridgeback by the name of Norberta. Norberta spread her wigs and sent out a loud screech, but Charlie and his team had managed to finally calm her down.

(Y/N) watched with glee as her husband worked, but once the coast was clear, she ran up to him and covered his eyes, “Guess who” she whispered into his ear and he turned around in surprise.

“(Y/N)?” He laughed, “What are you doing here?” He asked, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

“I’m pregnant” She announced, not being able to contain the news any longer. Charlie blinked in surprise, staring at his wife with disbelief

“You’re pregnant?!” He exclaimed and she nodded in response, “Merlin’s beard! I’m going to be a dad!” He yelled, picking up his wife and spinning her around happily.

It was now April and the baby would be born any day now. Charlie is scheduled to return home this week, hopefully before their child was born.

Hogwarts was on its Easter Break so Fred and George had graciously volunteer to accompany (Y/N) in her home, despite Molly’s pleads for her to come to live with them, just in case the baby was born.

Fred and George had just turned fifteen years old and felt rather grown up. However, all the lessons at Hogwarts could never prepare them for what followed suit.

The twins were playing around with brooms outside (Y/N) and Charlie’s home. (Y/N) walked around the kitchen setting up enchanted items, much like her mother-in-law, to do some cooking and cleaning since she had a hard time doing it herself.

As she walked to the porch, she felt a sting of pain shoot through her body, “Shit!” She exclaimed, clutching her stomach, “Now?!” She panicked, holding onto the front door.

“Fred and George!” She yelled and when the boys turned, the noticed her hobbled over holding onto the door. The two boys ran back, slightly panicked.

“Are you okay?” George asked and Fred’s eyes widened as he quickly figured out what was going on. He vaguely remembered how his own mother was during the time Ginny was born and this was exactly how it was.

“George call Charlie!” Fred yelled as he moved (Y/N) to a seat, “Uh we need to” He muttered to himself, running around the house trying to find a cloth he could wet.

George scrambled to the phone, dialing Charlie but it was sent straight to voicemail, “He’s not answering!” George yelled and Fred popped up from behind the kitchen counter

“Ring him again, dammit!” He yelled, turning on the sink and running back to press the cloth against (Y/N)’s forehead.

“I didn’t pack the bag!” She exclaimed, “I forgot about the bag!”

“What bag?!” Fred yelled, “Your work bag?”

“The overnight bag for the hospital!” (Y/N) replied, now fully panicked.

Charlie wasn’t answering, the bag wasn’t ready, Fred and George were running around the house screaming and yelling at each other about what to do.

“Why aren’t you calling Charlie?!” Fred yelled, shoving random items in a bag, claiming it was the ‘overnight bag’. George threw a towel at him in response,“Because he’s not answering, you twat”

George froze in the middle of the room and turned to his twin brother with an expression of pure fear, “What if we have to deliver the baby?” He whispered and (Y/N) let out another grunt of pain

“GEORGE!” She yelled, breathing heavily, “Don’t be absurd, I’d deliver it myself” She attempted to reassure, but it didn’t make the situation any better. 

Fred threw the bag near the door and looked around the room, “Call mum!” He yelled, “She should know what to do!”

George ran back to the phone, but before he could make a call, it started ringing. It was Charlie.

“Hello? (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked, clearly unaware about what was about to unfold.

“Uh, this is George and I was calling because there’s something going on- No! It’s not bad, it’s just uh-”

A fed up Fred had snatched the phone out of his stuttering brother’s hand, “SHE’S HAVING HER KID,” Fred yelled, “GET YOUR ARSE HERE WE DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO”

“Bloody hell!” Charlie yelled, scrambling to gather his things, “I’ll be right there!” With that, he hung up and rushed to his fire-place travelling back to his home in Scotland.

(Y/N) had closed her eyes and was leaning up against the chair, breathing heavily and with her hands over her stomach.

“Oh, Merlin!” George yelled, “Freddie, what if she’s dying?!”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up as she winced in pain, “I’m not dying, I just- ah!”

Fred jumped as she cried out in pain, grabbing the bag from the floor, “We have to take her to the hospital!” He announced, attempting to get her up from the chair, “Did you call mum?!”

“No! Charlie called and I didn’t-” George cut himself off thanks to Fred’s glare, picking up the phone and dialing his mother, “Mum, uh, (Y/N)’s having her baby and Charlie’s on the way so can you meet us at the hospital?”

The incomprehensible yells from the other line made Fred worried, even more than he was right now. But a wave of relief washed through the boys as a flash of green flames emerged from (Y/N)’s fire place

“Charlie’s here! Bye Mum!” George exclaimed, slamming down the phone and rushing over to Fred’s side who was moving (Y/N) to the fire place.

“I’m here!” Charlie announced, running over to his wife, “Let’s go” He said, pulling her and his twin brothers along. Fred grabbed the floo powder and held onto (Y/N)’s hand who was now squeezing it to distract her from the pain

“Saint Mungos Hopsital!” Fred yelled and the green flames engulfed all four of them. Suddenly, they were at the busy hopsital and the twins had run up to the desk, anxiously stating that their sister-in-law was in labor.

Charlie walked besides (Y/N) as they pushed her into a room, holding her hand tightly, “It’s okay, everything will be great and soon we’ll be parents”

(Y/N) smiled weakly as Charlie wiped the sweat of her forehead.

The twins collapsed in the waiting room, giving themselves a subtle highfive for what they accomplished. In a matter of minutes, the entire Weasley family was in the designated room, anxiously waiting for the new member of their family.

Even though the moments before the hospital weren’t as smooth as they could’ve been. (Y/N) and Charlie welcomed a healthy baby boy into their family, all thanks to the help of the prankster twins, Fred and George.

#charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley x mc #jacob's sibling #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery imagine #harry potter imagines #fred weasley #george weasley #fred and goerge weasley

[dykexion]

tagged by @minatodilf ty Ash 👌👌

What was your last

Drink: just plain water

Last phone call: my dad (I'm not big on phone calls so only my parents really call me normally)

Last text: telling @vulturousculturalist to go to sleep because it was 1am and I'm the responsible friend uwu. if discord messages don't count then I was texting one of my friends calling Zero from megaman a himbo at like 5am

Last song you listened to: Kansas by Gorillaz

Last time you cried: a few days ago I think

Have you ever dated someone: nope! being a small town dyke that goes to a catholic school unfortunately doesn't give me many dating prospects 😅

Been cheated on: nah

Kissed someone and regretted it: I don't think so actually, I once kissed a friend and it was,,,,a lil weird and we're not actually friends anymore (unrelated) and I don't like her but,,,,it was just something that happened I guess

Lost someone special: not really

Been drunk and thrown up: never been drunk! I never drink enough to make me more than just a lil tipsy

List three fave colors: black green and purple

In the last year have you…

Made a new friend: yeah!

Fallen out of love: nope

Laughed until you cried: many times, I laugh at things really easily

Met someone that changed you: I have no sense of self so maybe lmao

Found out who your true friends are: haha yeah. it was fun having an "intervention" staged about me being "unnecessarily rude to everyone and unable to make friends" when I reported a kid for harassing my other friend and making sexist and racist comments. needless to say the person who did that's not my fuckin friend anymore

Found out someone was talking about you: hahaha.

Kissed someone on your FB friends list: don't have facebook

General

How many people on your FB friends list do you know irl: don't have facebook

Do you have any pets: unfortunately no though I adore all kinds of animals. I do lay somewhat of a claim to my friend's cat because she actually apparently likes me better than the people who live with her lmao (take that Lorna!)

Do you want to change your name: hmmm i don't think so tbh, I was thinking of going by a shortening of my middle name (Louise -> Lou) occasionally but idk lmao

What did you do for your last birthday: I don't think I've actually done anything for my birthday since I was like 10. I was gonna meet up with a few friends last year but coincidentally there was a school trip the same day and we got stuck in traffic on the way back so I couldn't do that :/

What time did you wake up today: about 4am. I went to sleep just after midnight and woke up four hours later unable to go back to sleep. I'm out of school for the summer but I've still been instinctively waking up at around the time I'd get up for school anyway but today just took the biscuit and woke me two hours before that

What were you doing at midnight last night: watching the snapcube Sonic 06 fandub

Name something you CANNOT wait for: uhhhhhhhh idk tbh. something will probably come to me immediately after I post this though

Last time you saw your mother: saw her like an hour ago

What is one thing you wish you could change about life: not to be stereotypical but money probably. my family's kinda in deep shit atm because we're paying out our arses to keep my grandma in the care home she's at bc we can't take care of her but that costs a serious amount of money so we don't have too much left for other stuff and it's just a tad Worrying

What are you listening to right now: I've got Gorillaz on shuffle on spotify and I can also kinda hear the rain outside

Have you ever talked to a person with the name Tom: unfortunately yes.

What’s getting on your nerves: thinking about my exam results that I'm not gonna get back until the end of August that decide my academic path for at least the next two years

Most visited website: YouTube and Tumblr

Nickname: not too many people call me nicknames anymore but cookie and amy-lou are what people used to call me (still do occasionally)

Relationship status: single

Zodiac sign: libra (+ aquarius moon and rising)

Pronouns: she/her or they/them + I also go by he/him in my head sometimes.....indecisive

Fave tv shows: I don't watch too much TV but uhhh recently I watched good omens and lucifer they were alright

Hair color: brown but I used to be super blonde when I was little. I'm also hopefully dyeing it soon, probably purple

Long or short: I prefer having my hair short and I've gone through cycles of long hair to short hair through my life lmao. the current short hair has stayed for three years so far though so thats A New Record

Height: 5'3

Do you have a crush on someone: idk tbh

What do you like about yourself: uh. despite being a major dumbass I'm actually quite clever and I like that I can help people with that. when I'm not hiding them behind my glasses or fringe I get complimented on my eyes occasionally so that's a nice physical thing. oh and also being gay as hell yeehaw

Tattoos: I don't have any but I'd kinda maybe want a simple one in the future

Righty or Lefty: righty

First surgery: never had one. I've never even fractured a bone somehow

First piercing: not actually got any piercings yet....my mum always said no piercings until I was 18 but I'm working on getting my ears pierced this summer

First best friend: this (only) girl I was friends with in like year 1 and 2. she left school after that and I never saw her again, Elizabeth if you're out there....

First sport you joined: ballet! I've been doing it for over a decade now lmao I'm almost at the point where I could become a qualified teacher if I wanted to (cue identity crisis over what I want out of life)

First pair of trainers: why??

Right now

Eating: toast

Drinking: woter

Listening to: this question has been asked three times now lmao, Gorillaz on Spotify

Want kids: probably not

Career: I want to be a translator or smth like that

Which is better:

Lips or eyes: eyes

Hugs or kissed: hugs

Shorter or taller: don't mind

Romantic or spontaneous: romantic

Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms For Hugging

Sensitive or loud: sensitive probably

Hook up or relationship: relationship definitely

Troublemaker or hesitant: hmmmm idk

Have you ever:

Kissed a stranger: nope

Drank hard liquor: nope

Lost glasses/contacts: fuckin constantly

Sex on a first date: nope

Broke someone’s heart: uh maybe? there was this one kid that seemed to have been really into me for a while that I turned down when we were like 14 (sorry Jamie lmao but you were instrumental in me figuring out I didn't like dudes so thanks mate)

Had your own heart broken: nah

Been arrested: never

Turned someone down: yea

Cried when someone died: yea

Fallen for a friend: unfortunately lol potentially multiple times but I'm still a disaster who can't differentiate between strong romantic and platonic feelings wassup

Do you believe in:

Yourself: eh they're alright occasionally

Miracles: nope

Love at first sight: not really

Santa Claus: nope. not sure if my parents ever bothered that much keeping it secret that he wasn't real

Kiss on the first date: sure why not

Angels: nah

i tag: (only if you wanna do it since this is super long) @vulturousculturalist @jothriku @comicsansisasin + anyone who wants to do it. I'm not tagging too many people since this is A Lot and it seems like other people are already doing this stuff atm, have a fun tuesday

#thanks for tagging me ash #tag games

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where there is a wealth discrepancy between Harry and Louis. Note: We used a loose interpretation of the word “poor” for this rec list - one half of the pairing doesn’t necessarily have to be in poverty, but they have significantly less wealth or are struggling.

Happy reading!

1) And Still, He Takes My Breath Away | Explicit | 2774 words

The one where Louis sometimes gets paid to attend office parties and Harry, apparently, works for a firm where a lot of parties are thrown.

2) Put It On Me | Explicit | 14890 words

Harry’s bachelor party doesn’t go as planned. 

3) All The Lights are Full Of Colour | Explicit | 26727 words

So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan.

4) Brooklyn Saw Me | Explicit | 28537 words

In the cold and unforgiving city of New York, Louis doesn't have a home and Harry wants to give him one. But as their heartstrings become increasingly intertwined, and the snow continues to fall, home is getting harder and harder to find.

5) The List | Mature | 32094 words

In the weeks that follow, Harry opens his old journal more than he has in the past two years each time he remembers Venice or thinks about Louis. He always flips to the same random page in the middle of the book, marked by the picture of himself that Louis sent him a few days after they got home. There’s a message on the back that says, ‘Spontaneous looks good on you! See you soon,’ and it makes Harry’s chest warm each time he reads it. He wedges their list out from between the worn pages, and it feels silly staring down at a folded up piece of paper with a strange sense of nostalgia for experiences they’ve yet to have; for places they’ve never even been.

6) Give Me a Memory I Can Use | Explicit | 41653 words

Louis is a brilliant, yet broke PhD student, Harry’s a pretentious and arrogant vampire, and first impressions have never been more deceiving.

7) Million Dollar Man | Explicit | 47624 words

“I’m putting myself out on a limb here but…” Harry pauses, reaching out to grab a hold of Louis’ hands tentatively. Louis’ a bit taken back, but his hands are so warm and Louis’ hands are so cold from handling the ice in the back. “You shouldn’t have to work in a place like this, I could… I could take care of everything. You can quit here and pursue Broadway full time,” Harry says, voicing quivering and Louis can feel his hands shaking and Louis holds onto them tightly.

“I don’t understand, are you an agent or do you just invest money in young actors?” Louis asks, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he chews on his bottom lip.

“Let me take you out, hm? We can talk more about it. I can pay for your tuition and…” Harry trails off, and Louis gasps quietly, leaning in towards Harry.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you asking to be my… sugar daddy?” Louis asks, lowering his voice and Harry can’t help but chuckle.

“Something like that, yeah,” Harry replies, squeezing the boy’s hands and smiling at his flushed cheeks and innocent expression.

8) For the Sake of Propriety | Mature | 52358 words

Louis Tomlinson is the caretaker of an estate that is not truly his, and when his Uncle calls upon him to take it back, Louis knows he will soon be out on the streets with four overly zealous sisters to care for. His only solution: wed the eldest two off and pray for the best. When an even better solution unexpectedly presents itself in the form of the charming Mr. Styles, Louis is faced with a difficult choice. But as with all things in the regency era, reputation very well may threaten to outweigh the fleeting matters of his heart.    

9) I Hunger For Your Beautiful Embrace | Explicit | 57276 words

Legatus Harry is governor of Capua and Dominus of his estate. He governs with a firm and harsh rule and has never been known to be soft. That is until Louis comes into his life. A beautiful slave who creeps into Harry’s house and heart. But in the times of Ancient Rome, when sex, wars, and death are the entertainment of the times, life and love are rare commodities.

10) Nobody Does It Like You | Not Rated | 58520 words

Louis isn’t looking for a home, but he finds one in Harry.

11) Such Good Luck | Explicit | 66205 words

An Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

12) Since I’ve Found You | Mature | 74005 words

Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary’s church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.

13) And Down the Long and Silent Street | Mature | 86090 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis’ past finally catches up with him.

14) Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes | Explicit | 120925 words

A sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

15) To Be Loved To Be In Love | Explicit | 129407 words

Where Harry thinks giving money, expensive presents and luxuries proves how much you love someone, but Louis is about to turn his world upside down.

16) Among The Humans | Explicit | 129435 words

A gothic, modern day vampire romance between a young human named Louis Tomlinson, and Harry Styles, ancient vampire and gentleman.

Creatures of the night come with more trouble than they wish to make it seem.

17) Cold Little Heart | Teen & Up | 194584 words

Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child. A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something odd.

In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham. Louis really could use the help.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#fic recs #bottom louis #top harry #rich/poor #larry #blp #blp fic recs

[btswishes]

The heart of the forest

BTS AU

Part1 / ...

A/N: I was excited about this story. I don’t know how long it will be, but I hope all of you will have as much fun readying it as I have writing it.

Word count:  1,702

Warnings: nothing 

Gender: Female main character 

  He was a young researcher, in love with nature, earth and the myths lost in time. He sat in his office learning old langues forgotten by time, known only by the lands in which they were born. His name, ...

“Jimin what are you doing?” asked a young boy

“hey Jungkook, come in.” he leaned into his chair and gently pulled his glasses off his nose and into his night black hair “I was reading an old myth again.Sit down.”

“Oh.”the boy looked at the pieces of paper, as he sat down “What is it about?”

“You know this one actually.”Jimin lifted the book up and Jungkook almost immediately recognized the stone in the middle of the dark leather cover.

“The heart of the forest!”he gasped with a smile on his lips “I love this myth. I used to reread it over and over again like a fairy tail.”

“I know.”Jimin chuckled “I was the one who introduced you to it and read it to you for the first time. You were 9 back them, time sure flies.” 

“But, what made you pull this out again?”

“I had a dream last night.”he started talking slowly 

“About the book?”

“Yes. I realized that all these years we have been readying it like a children’s story, but in reality the people that created this loved to hide keys in each word they wrote. I wanted to see if there actually was a clue to the nation that lived so long ago ,that we even don’t know.”he swung his chair towards the window behind his back “Do you even understand how many unknown to us secrets lay on that dormant earth.”

“So...did you find anything?” Jimin lowered his arms and sighed. “I will take that as a no.”

“I don’t understand.”his body crashed back down “I checked everything.The book just ends with empty pages.”he handed it to Jungkook and the body started looking around it, examining each and every part. 

*knock knock*

“Come in.”Jimin said

“Hey guys, Hobi is calling for us. He said that he needs help with something.Oh! What are you looking at?” he reached to grab the book

“Don’t drop it.You are pretty clum-”

*bang*

“Namjoon!” Jimin jumped “What did I tell you!”

“Sorry. You startled me! I will pick it up, it’s fine. It fell on the carpet.”

 Namjoon reached for the book, but Jungkook slapped his hand away “Ow!What was that for?”

“Look.”the young boy said “The stone.”

 The place where the book hand landed was exactly where a ray of sunlight was hitting the gem on top of it. Even thought it was dark blue, the light coming out of it was forming the silhouette of trees in a green light ,all over the walls of the room. The three boys were stunned by the discovery. No one could move or even say anything. After a bit, Namjoon’s eyes wandered over to the light and back at the book.

“Hey Jimin....”he only nodded “What if those blank pages are there for a reason.”he turned around towards him and grabbed his shoulders “What if the stone on top was the key all along. The nation was knows for their love towards the sun and the water. They believed that both combined were the energy giving the earth life.The stone is blue like the water and the sunlight together created trees!”

 Since no one else could move from their spot, Jungkook picked up the book, gently pulled out the stone from its bed in the cover and opened to the first blank page.He quickly ran over to the window and the other two followed. They took a deep breath before Jungkook proceeded with placing the stone in the path of the light.Almost immediately they saw letters so beautifully written with in a majestic green color.

 It took them days before they were able to understand what the hidden meaning was, but one fateful night, Jimin screamed  at the top of his lungs.

“I GOT IT!!!”

 He grabbed his notes and kicked the door down, just to be met with the 6 shocked gazes of his friends and comrades.

“I FOUND COORDINATES IN THE BOOK!” 

 In just a matter of minutes everyone started running in different directions.

“Hobi grab the all the bags!” said Namjoon “Jin get some food.”

 Without even having time to realize what was happening Jimin was already on a small plane flying to an unknown destination based on the knowledge he had from a book older than time itself.

 Two days and two nights they were all checking maps, making sure everything was going as planned.Yes, some did find this a stupid idea, but a great adventure is always spontaneous.

 “GUYS!” the voice of the youngest shook up the plane and woke them up at the middle of the night.

“Don’t yell so late!”Jin scolded the young one 

“I think...I think we are here....”

“WHAT!”

 They jumped up, running over to the nearest window, just to find a gigantic piece of land under them.It was flourishing in all kinds of plants and animals.If one didn’t know he would think it was heaven. The moment the plane touched the ground and the door opened, a gentle breeze welcomed them.

 The night had enveloped the land in its cool arms as a mother swaying her child to sleep in her protective embrace. Yet it wasn’t dark and scary, on the contrary-the light coming from luminescent plants and small creatures was existing hand in hand with the black color of the night.What land was this? What world were they in? No one knew.

 “Guys...” Jin broke the silence “I-I think we should set up a camp before we start researching around. We need to make a space for the files.” the boys nodded and slowly removed their gaze from the land around them, picking up a bag and helping each other. What seemed like 3 long hours was enough for everything to find its place. 

 It was late, they could sleep, but didn’t and couldn’t. Tae started running his hand through the bushes and over the trees.His head snapped back to look at the camp behind himself.

“I have never seen such plants. The light they emit is stronger than most of out industrial bulbs.”

“Not to mention the insects that roam around the air.”added Yoongi scratching a small bite he got on is arm

 Jimin grabbed some paper and a pen “I think we should start by describing the night.I am sure that the institute would like for us to document everything. “

“Jimin is right.” Namjoon stood up “Everyone grab a pen and paper and lets start.There is no way for us to sleep right now even if we tried. This place is just....amazing.”

 Not even a second had passed since Namjoon had stopped talking and everyone was running around looking, touching, smelling anything and everything. Taehyung was hanging with his head down from a branch  looking at the underside of the trees. Jin was examining the plants searching for herbs and potential new foods. Namjoon was mesmerized by the florescent flies that looked nothing like the fireflies he knew oh so well. Yoongi was listening to the sounds trying to explain and describe them as he was holding a small recorder. Hoseok was marveling the sky, trying to figure out which constellations were above him.And Jungkook, well he was letting all of his senses feel the world around him. He smelled all kinds of new flowers that he wanted to write a book about.

 Jimin on the other hand slowly wandered around the camp, trying to find something that reminded him of a moment in the book or a lead to where or what the heart of the forest was. He kept looking down at the stone and walked in circles as many times as he could. 

“Jimin watch out!”Tae screamed before falling on top of him “I told you to be careful man. Didn’t you see me hanging from the tree?”

“Look here gorillaman, keep yourself on the tree at least if you are going to climb it.”Jimin looked at the stone as it was rolling off “Look what you made me do.” he pushed Tae off of himself and ran after it. 

 Their camp was apparently on a hill because the stone suddenly started rolling down and down until Jimin lost it from his sight. For a split second he thought he had lost it when a small splash sound entered his ear.He stopped Water? and thought to himself. The direction the gem went in was illuminated and the light started getting stronger and stronger with every step he took.A couple of bushes popped up in front of him, but that couldn’t stop a strong man as him.With just one move of his hand he pushed them back and immediately laid eyes on the small stone glistening in a river as wide as a chess board. He bent down to pull it out and proceeded with standing, when half way he heard something move. His head gently and slowly followed the rustle.

 The small river was curling around a bed of jade green grass that looked as comfortable as a cloud.There on it ...was a girl.Her hair as blue as the cold river water. As his eyes gently wondered down her body he saw drawings almost like tattoos in a dark brown color with green spots. Her skin looked smooth and soft, her lips pink like cherries.

“Jimin where did you wonder off to!”Jin pulled his shoulder “Tell us when you leave like that.”

“Jin is right.”nodded Namjoon with his arms on his waist, yet Jimin wasn’t looking at them. His eyes were wide, their dark color reflecting the light, his lips parted slightly

“What has gotten in to you?” Jungkook shook him

 Jimin lifted his arm up slowly and pointed with his finger towards the river

“What is i-OH MY GOD!”Namjoon let go of everything he was holding, Hoseok dropped to his knees as his eyes weren’t able to comprehend the situation. Jimin’s hand almost slapped Namjoon as he tried to close his mouth.

“Who is she?” asked Yoongi

“You mean what is she...”Jungkook whispered

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[akhtarak]

the Pilot

I am 35 and single, I’ve decided to tell my dating experiences as many think they are freaking funny 🙂

This one will be when I met The Pilot.

it was the year 2020, Corona was everywhere and the hygiene freak and Nosophobia I am, I wouldn’t see anyone or go anywhere unnecessary, home all the time till I matched with The Pilot on Tinder, we texted a little and he invited me to his place which apparently had a huge balcony and we could hang out with social distancing.

For your information, I am selectively spontaneous, and he was hot, so I accepted 😀 drove there and we sat on the balcony as agreed.

well I live in Oman, it’s literally The Hell described during the summertime, so it was a hot hot day and his house was by the Sea, so the humidity was so high, we started with a cold beer and ended up doing Vodka shots, sweating so much, I was all wet, and we started kissing, and other stuff a little, but the classy girl I am (read stupid :D), I stopped him and went home, so we have been there for more than a couple of hours and the only liquid we drank was the alcohol and the small bottle of water he insisted I take and drink on my way home. I learned a German sentence from him which he would say every 5 minutes, alles gut, which means all is good.

I reached, showered, and got to bed directly, tomorrow morning I could barely open my eyes, so apparently, all was not good as he would say, exhausted and sick, so you see I freaked out, reading all the articles about Corona's symptoms and all, on the other hand, he didn’t text me, not even one hi.

I stayed the whole day in bed and the day after i started to feel better, i realized i was deadly dehydrated 😀 and since i haven’t heard from him, it did not worth it, till i did :), he texted me in the afternoon asking how i was, apparently he was sick too and in bed the whole time, i started to feel better and by end of the week i was fine and invited him over for a little wine and cheese fest, after a couple of drinks we decided to take the party in to the bedroom, started with kissing and a lot of touching, then suddenly he went down on me, oh my goddd, i was not ready for that but he was serious and apparently an expert, he kept saying alles gut and continue, he was even unhappy that apparently because of the taste of the wine he couldn’t taste me good (air quote), i’m a little shy to reveal the rest but long story short there was a lot of effort and waiting and a long conversation of its ok, it happens to a lot of guys, it doesn’t change anything… well as you understood by now he couldn’t perform, the hot pilot with all the ego and charm couldn’t get it up.

you would think he be embarrassed or upset, nooo, the first thing that came to his mind was he couldn’t perform cause I was not a fan of tasting him 😀 at the moment I realized why flight attendants are so on demand, I hated them even more 😀

you would think when he saw my shocked face he would reason? nooo, the second excuse was that its cause I'm a smart, sharp lady, and he got to know me a little and he liked me, otherwise he would perform on me (air quote) in the kitchen an hour ago when I was preparing snacks, man I couldn’t stop laughing while judging him.

if you’re curious he woke up in the middle of the night and left, and I have never heard from him 😀 and I resisted the temptation of sending him a text saying alles gut, lol 😀

The End

[bersonwriter]

Scotland. (Glasgow, Edinburgh, month of August-2018)

Hey all.

 I feel rested this morning, somewhat restored in body (something that has been through a lot on of exertion this trip), and in fairly sound mind, restful and calm and subtly energized too. I feel collected and focused. This is for different reasons, part being that the hostel room I’m in is basically empty except one other guy around my age in with a north face bag and wearing scrubs to bed who I lent some toothpaste too the other night he arrived when he approached me and asked if I had any extra, across the room from me.

 In the constant unfolding of my time here in both Glasgow and now Edinburgh since I’ve been in Scotland, I haven’t felt this too often at the start of the days, which is something I’m working on attaining and sustaining. It’s all been worthwhile, as everything has been since I left home nearly four months in the past. Though with the constant balancing of planning and spontaneity, focused disciplined body/mind self work, and more free and non-directed wandering and experiencing, I haven’t felt this way all the time.  

 This feels like it’s been a process, journey even of mind and being, connections and separateness, alone through the place of others… and is merging into how I really need to live and be alive in this life. It’s happening, and this morning is a touch-point and experience of that.

 This morning I’m seated upright, cross-legged up against the wall in a 12 person bunk dorm room at the Containers Hostel in Edinburgh. It is a temporary but standard-like hostel made of shipping containers in a vacant lot in a residential area called Gorgie, about a half hour or so from the center of the city, Grassmarket and Princes street, and iconic castle that this place is known for. (Its stone walls rise up overlooking the city in all directions, and can be seen in many places in a fully circumstance around its location.

 I planned to go up to it (the castle) yesterday afternoon, only succeeding in reaching a dead-end after 15 minutes of reaching the ramparts at the top of the thorn and grass covered rock formation covered slope/incline, and was stopped at the walls. They are over twenty feet tall at that point, apparently there is an official entrance on the opposite side where you can pay 20 quid to go inside, which a homeless man named Andrew who I gave half of a corner-store bought can of cold coffee (rare purchase, reminded me of all those cold brew and other ice coffee in a tall can I was buying and drinking as staff at Upper Limits all winter/part of spring before I stopped spending money on food/drinks, saving it all for this trip) told me yesterday who I talked to outside of a grocery store, where he was sitting with a cup for change, (as many do here), except for once a year when the open the place up for free.

 I saw at the base and looked out over the city, feeling incredibly free and with so much perspective, and also very alone and feeling like even with the vista before me, I was still not feeling it all there, as it is currently.

 That’s about to change this weekend, even in a few hours when I finish writing this and take off for the day, now, end of August 2018… or at least, I fully intend it to.

  I’ve been in Scotland for close to 3 weeks now. I arrived on the train through here and to Glasgow from Cambridge on the 9th. That was 21 days ago, so actually 3 weeks to the day just about. I’ve really been able to go all in to be here and follow my plan, or more accurately live the life-vision I had for this trip.

 I plan on returning to Glasgow from here in Edinburgh this weekend, and prepare possibly stay with someone I met named Luke through the workAway person I was lived with in a part of town Cess Nock which I like, as it was the beginning of my time here and feels like and is the origin of my trip to Scotland. There I plan to prepare my things for and head north, and possibly just head straight there from here.

 I have a few different ideas of where I’ll go. They include

 -          a workAway on the Ardanamurchan Peninsula,

-          Searching for and finding people to possibly go climbing with in different places around the region, both coastal and inland in the “hills.”

-          There is up by Inverness like 4 hours north a sort of spiritual/mindful/international community/nature-based eco-village center of sorts on the northeast coast, which seems promising and might be my first stop after this weekend.

-          Aikido along the way as often as possible.

-          Drink more of and experience quality scotch whiskey.

-          Try and learn some Gaelic.

-          The workAway host I stayed with, Misha, is also a really outdoorsy person and has a lot of experience and knowledge, as well as having grown up in the northern part of the country, and he recommended a place off the coast on this island not too far from Glasgow, and copied me a topo map of the area and lent me his stove and ground pad, so I’m hoping to head that way too at some point, maybe even with another traveler if I meet someone up there, which I’m hoping and feel is likely could happen. I definitely feel the need for that, though being solo is also really significant for me right now.

 Part of me is also drawn to the Stones of Callanish, way up on one of strings of northern Isles in the Outer Hebrides. It’s like the Stonehenge of far north of Scotland, and I learned of it and saw pictures of it in this coffee table book of powerful and beautiful places on earth in a book while on our Colorado family ski trip this past winter. At most there is something mystical and other-worldy about, with either of Celtic or druidic connection, though I’m not sure which. Possibly it was a different group who created the colossal circle standing stones. I’m on the fence about this sort of thing, I have felt/thought about the potential truth of both possibilities. Even if they’re nothing more than really interesting collection of tall rocks, it’s still a striking and rare sort of place that could be really worthwhile to see and experience as a final destination for my trip here to Scotland at this point in my life.

 I’m not expecting all of this will happen, but it’s the “loose structure”/”flexible plan”. In the days to come it’ll start unfolding, one way or another. I plan to return to Burwell, outside Cambridge, for a Aikido seminar the 14-16th of September with the really knowledgeable and perceptive teacher I met there, Quentin Cooke, about not only Aikido-itself and a lot of which for him is an emphasis on “ki,” but its application and connection to, in, and for life.

 After that… either back here or straight to Ireland, and then home. It all is connected to who I meet in the weeks to come, what I feel/think/experience, what is happening in me, and the how far the money I have left can keep me here. End of September, and maybe into October is the idea of far this trip will go, is what I’m striving for now.

 From there, I’ll return home to the US, St.Louis, Creve Coeur, the depth-friends I’ve found there, the couple close old ones too, my family, work at Upper Limits and Picklemans if possible… and the reality and life that is that country and the place that is my origin, that I intend live and work and begin a life there into the future. Something else could happen that changes that, but either way I plan to be home this fall. It’ll mark almost a full year since I came out of the near 7 year offness and non-life having “woke up” again, and though I did lose so much of that surge of the late fall and winter some of you out there will recall, and definitely started to and still struggle with my mind… there has been a new dimension of possibility and development, and my 26th year might have been the most important and transitional in a decade, even life. Maybe even the most healing too… I intend to really go into this with the rest of the trip.

 Okay. That’s all the reflections, if those of you out there reading this really wanted to know. If not, its there for me. Writing is known for its potential for reflection, working with words and language to cohere thoughts and feelings in a way that sharpen vision and process the past and present and look into the future.

 So there’s that.

 Okay then...

 Here are a few photograph-in-writing snapshots of my time here so far (Glasgow/Edinburgh, month of August 2018) –

 Arrival in Scotland; transfer at the Edinburgh train station. People everywhere, mostly white but different races, my encounter with how diverse this country (or at least these cities) really are, mostly middle-eastern looking, most of whom I found out later were Pakistani.

And… there’s all Scottish. Most of them. Even the ones who aren’t what one might think of as being Scots, (of celtic/scots origin)… Walking and hearing that amazing accent that is part of drew me here and have always felt a connection to for some reason. An hour ride to Glasgow and the station there really similar.

                 Exiting the train station, walking down the streets of downtown Glasgow. Grey, overcast, clear and having that quality of air that feels at least for me uplifting and energizing, very similar to the Pacific Northwest of the US. A lot of people around, though not overly crowded, and a even di

                 Riding the subway a system of two concentric circle train lines, the Outer and Inner Circle, about 9 stops maybe on each one, really excellent, not too large, maybe 3 or 4 cars per train, with a frequency of arriving every 15 minutes or so all day and most of the night. Loud, comfortable, fairly standard as far as undergrounds seem to work.

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NOTE: I left the writing of this and went to meet a Couchsurfing host named Michael who was unable to let me stay with him, but we connected through the messaging and planned to meet a this volunteer-run collective café of sorts, so I had to leave to go off and meet him.

 It’s the following night, and I want to write some more of these snapshot/perceptions/photographs-in-words, and finish off the entry. Yesterday after I went to the café, I got iPhone fixed (the charge port wasn’t working… cost 25 quid, which is a lot but for a phone I’ve had since 2016, the only iPhone I’ve ever owned… it was worth it. Soon after I was walking through the city with new warm wool clothes I acquired at some thrift stores in preparation for my trip north, and a little class with a group called “Still Point Aikido” at a local high school where two men in their 50s and 60s, (both very skilled dan-grades/black belts and very skilled, both teachers) proceeded to remind me how little I know of it, and learned a lot in the hour and a half I was able to train with them.

 Right. After that I charged up my phone (now that it was possible too) at a coffeeshop, I decided to head for the summit of the Crags and Arthurs Seat, the huge and beautiful cliffs and mountainside/wilderness/park right off to the side of the city. I had seen it when I first arrived in town, through some buildings near the University of Edinburgh, Holyrood campus, and I remember my face lighting up with a smile. So “Scotland”. I hadn’t known that was there.

 So I went up it, barefoot, on a path. There at the top I watched the sunrise, and spent the morning hanging out up there, resting, meditating, qigong and some yoga and just working on the ongoing process of working with my body, which a lot of what I spend time on day-to-day in life now on this trip. It is both alieving the back pain and tension that is fairly frequent with the amount of time I spend wearing a backpack, and other reasons too…. and, like with the Aikido, striving to unify body and mind and become as supple and full a person as possible.

 When I decided to finally come back down, I left the top of the Crags overlooking all of Edinburgh when the sun had already risen some ways. That point where I was before I hiked back down the side was a really nice location to be out/up there. If I stood in a certain way, I could hold my left hand out framing the ascending sun, and the other out to the west and frame the descending and waning half-full moon that was there all night travelling over me as I climbed up the Scottish nature, coast to one side, city on almost all sides but the peak and valleys below it and layered rocks formations ascending up to it.. it was like nowhere I’ve been before in life. Though there too I was not “all there”, I was more than the “half-way” as I often reflect. I was closer, closing in on it. The gap closing between me and full experience… I know it is not going to be that much time from now Soon. Very soon. The north, the coasts, the highlands. Even the outer islands… there it will happen.

 That said, it was really worthwhile and significant, the turning point of my time in Edinburgh and maybe all of this trip so far to Scotland, even all of it, in a way.

 Now, 24 hours later or so, I’m back at the laptop late at night at the hostle, “kids” partying in the kitchen being loud and drunk and exclaiming things off and on, and I’m in the entry/foyer container of sorts, a room of big leather beat-up sofas, a TV, old vintage game systems, a rack of DVDS, board games, a few instruments (acoustic guitar, ukulele)… it’s a good place. The lights are off because someone was asleep on one when I came in to write here.

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 Photographs in words of the last 3 weeks here in Scotland, Glasgow something like 10 days and Edinburgh just over a week…. there’s so much. It’s very late as well, and tomorrow is my last full day in Edinburgh before heading up the northern highlands and Inverness area. You know… I’ll write more on all of it in the future. For now I’ll leave this here, though I didn’t write a lot about it all so far, it’s been more of plans for what’s next. That’s important too. I’ll share a few limited thoughts on my time here so far, and call it a night for now.

 Scotland so far… I basically spent half a week in Cess Nock,a fairly diverse part of Glasgow 10-15 minute bus ride/subway ride from the city centre and central train station, workAwaying with this guy Misha, a 38 year-old friendly and hard-working Scot, who is also an outdoors enthusiast and explorer, both in the winters of the Scottish highlands, and also much of Africa.

 Through the workAway agreement I was able to stay in spare room and access to food/meals in return for a few hours of work each day (plastering, sanding, and miscellaneous projects and at one point taking one of his bikes to go buy supplies from a store) on renovating the flat he was living in, a very old tenement building that he’s fixing up there.

 Definitely formed a connection, when I left he lent me his backpacking stove, a camping mat, and a map of place to go on a camping trip to, which he said I can return when I pass through Glasgow after that part of the trip (which I fully intend to, I really like Glasgow. There’s also 2 climbing gyms within 10 minute walk in both directions of his flat, which was perfect, and I bought a month membership at one and went a number of times both weeks).

 The place he recommended after he heard of my idea of what I wanted to experience was island of the coast not too far up and out, beyond Glasgow, with allegedly beautiful places and a “bathe”, old structures designated and sometimes fixed up to be used a permanent shelters for travelers passing through those regions.

  Alright time to finish off. I ought to write about all the Aikido classes I went too, each of them that was happening, beginning with a few hours after I arrived there at his flat. I had contact the sensei and learned about a class that was occurring that night, and so hopped right back on a train not too far after I arrived to Barrhead, a further away part of Glasgow where there was a group of most high-grade/”dan”/black belt-levels (though a few beginners) and an amazing teacher named sensei Dunne. Thick Scottish/Glaswegian accent, need to really be listening to follow all of his words. Very subtle, and very powerful. He’s also slightly less than my height, and is in his late 50s. I think he said he’s trained 3 times a week for something like 27 years there and eventually became the head sensei when his teacher died. The classes are not easy but very accessible, and other experienced students (and him) work with you.

 Alright- maybe more on all this time in the future. When there is time to write it. This is all I have for now, end-of-August-2018, though looking down at the bottom right hand corner I see it is September 1st.

 September. Its transitioning from summer into fall… it came into my thoughts earlier today that I left home in the late spring and lived overseas and travelled on this trip for the entire summer, and now into autumn/fall. It’s significant. I posted on facebook today also, a short half-minute or so video of walking on the Royal Miles, one of the main streets of Edinburgh, seeing/listening to a man busking… with bagpipes, and the vista, and century old stone buildings and cobble-stone roads, the inclined sloping streets and very narrow walking alleyways and stairwells connecting streets and levels of the city, “closes” as they call them … the facebook was

 “After almost a month, it's finally starting to sink that I'm really here.”

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 I hope everyone back home is fairing okay. Here’s to you, and me, and doing all we can to embody our intentions for anything we can to accomplish and fulfill our ‘purpose and intent” and benefit in depth-ways another, and/others….

 …. Goodnight all. Hope you’re doing okay in all things that you’re experiencing/moving towards all need in your day-to-day as the time goes by and live is lived and felt and thought and is happening inside and between and around us all of the time.

  Josh(ua) Berson, alonaryk