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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months

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Just like how kalim embodies scarabia's mindfulness in his own way, how do you think other boys embodies their respective dorms spirit?

For the sake of ease and consistency, I will be using the official TWST localization's terms for each dorm's core value.

Please note: these are my personal interpretations; even the definitions of each dorm’s “spirit” is not explicitly defined within official TWST materials, so I’ll be running with my own definitions before covering each NRC student. Additionally, since I’ll be covering 22 characters in this post I may not have time to get into painstaking detail for each one.

***Main story spoilers (including late book 7) below the cut!!***

The Queen of Hearts' Spirit of Strictness

Literally speaking, strictness refers to following rules or beliefs exactly. There is rigid enforcement of these rules or beliefs, and very few, if any, exceptions or mercy granted.

Right off the bat, it’s easy to see how Riddle aligns with the spirit of strictness. He is the embodiment the law in Heartslabyul, serving as both judge and executioner to his students. Riddle insists that the rules—no matter how nonsensical—be followed, and he does not hesitate to unleash his wrath and collar those who step out of line. He is strictness itself. Beyond book 1, we do see Riddle trying to be more patient and flexible—however, the fact remains that he upholds rules and continues to have trouble with circumstances where he has to think independently or without a set of instructions to refer to.

Trey is known for frequently indulging others and behaving in a manner which some may call kind. The twist here is that Trey’s strictness is present in the “big brother” role he adopts when dealing with his peers. He’s generally more lenient than Riddle, but Trey often alludes to the fact that he shouldn’t be underestimated or thought of as a nice guy. There are moments when Trey gives others their comeuppance for misbehaving (such as in his dorm uniform vignettes, where he deprives first years of cake for complaining about his same-y baked goods). The thing is, most don’t see it coming because he’s typically so… nice. When he wants to be stern and put his foot down, he certainly can—it just isn’t something that happens a lot, since he’s more mild-mannered than his classmates.

Cater is strict with his public image, specifically how his peers view him. This is most obviously seen in his obsession with social media. He's constantly taking pictures and posting, being heavily involved on Magicam—a space where he can control the narrative about the type of person he is and the life he has. Cater keeps up this front in real life as well, acting cheery and sociable with his classmates while masking a far less motivated and sad side to his character. (This is implied in his Lab Wear vignettes, where a mandrake he infuses with his own magic becomes gloomy and huddles into itself.) There are occasions when Cater expresses that he is lonely or that he wishes he had more friends growing up, but he never fully opens up about his true nature. He strictly keeps that part of himself locked up tight and is seemingly afraid of what others would think of that persona.

Like Cater, Deuce is strict with himself. In Deuce's case, this arises from a past of delinquency and the desire to reform and to be an honors student that his mom can be proud of. Because of these goals, Deuce tries very hard to excel in class (but often falls short) and to behave in a way that he believes honors students would. This means changing the way he looks (he let his natural hair color come back in; it used to be bleached blonde), the way he speaks (not using foul language), the way he dresses, and, most importantly, the way he acts. Of course, his temper gets the best of him at times and his delinquent self bubbles back up (like in book 1 when the eggs were ruined), and Deuce is currently working on better repressing that.

Ace is probably the most carefree and the least stereotypically "strict" of the Heartslabyul group. Instead of having a focus on enforcing rules, Ace is usually the one breaking or defying them. How, then, does he embody the Queen of Hearts' spirit of strictness? I believe it comes through in some of Ace's most iconic scenes: the ones where he is calling others out on their bull crap. Time and time again, it's Ace that is bluntly telling others what they're doing or saying is hypocritical or wrong, or that they haven't truly taken accountability. He does this no matter who he is facing, be that his own dorm leader (book 1), an undead bride (Ghost Marriage), or Malleus Draconia himself (Endless Halloween Night). Ace has his own set of morals and beliefs, and he speaks them loud and clear without imposing as harshly as Riddle does.

The King of Beasts' Spirit of Persistence

Persistence is when one continues their course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition. In other words, there is an obstacle in the way of achieving a goal, and one persists in the face of that obstacle.

Leona is a somewhat strange case to make for persistence because initially he comes off as a very lazy character. We quickly learn that though he appears unmotivated, he’s comfortable scheming and thinking multiple steps ahead to cut out difficult or unnecessary work. There’s no doubt that Leona has had a challenging childhood, feeling like he was always being compared to his brother and never recognized for his own talents. We feel the effects of Leona losing this hope as late as book 6, when Leona says that Jamil is capable of change, unlike himself. Some fans even speculate that Leona’s dialogue implies he has fallen into depression as a result of frequently being dismissed and put down in spite of his efforts to be seen. Even when Leona is dealing with such trauma, he cooks up a plot to return his dorm to glory and to support its future. He, the lowly second born prince, wants to prove himself and his team of misfits, as being worthy of respect and admiration. When the plans fall through, Leona is quick to give up (which seems to go against the idea of Savanaclaw’s persistence). However, I would say this is part of his character growth in book 2. Later in the main story, Leona also throws in the towel quickly—but it doesn’t contradict his development; he knows when to strategically retreat in book 6.

Ruggie comes from an extremely impoverished background. He has had perhaps the least “cushy” life out of the entire NRC cast. Even so, Ruggie was able to study and work hard enough to earn decent grades, get multiple part-time jobs, and pick up many useful survival skills. He’s street smart and knows that what he lacks in strength he can make up for by sticking to someone who is strong (Leona). (Their relationship is mutually beneficial!!) Ruggie knows that just having money isn’t sustainable in the long run, so he’s hauling ass now to make something of not only himself, but also for all the people in the slums.

Jack embodies persistence through the events of book 2. At first, Jack tries to get Leona to see reason by letting him know that he genuinely is a figure Jack admires. He’s put in a moral dilemma when Leona argues that even if they play dirty, he has good intentions. If Jack interferes, he is messing with the future job prospects of his dorm members. Jack wrestles with the question before ultimately coming to the conclusion that he has to tell others about it—and, what’s more, put his own pride as a lone wolf aside to confront Leona and stop to his machinations.

The Sea Witch's Spirit of Benevolence

Benevolence may refer to meaning well or general kindness and compassion. It involves a willingness to help others and caring for them.

Azul, being at the head of the operations at Octavinelle, passes himself off as a benevolent man who will listen to your woes and grant your wishes. In fact, he does—but at a price. The shady ring he’s running is NOT wholly benevolent; the deals can definitely come across as malevolent in book 3 (when Azul wrote the contracts in such a way that the loopholes could fuck clients over). The deals themselves (assuming no foul play), however, are neutral since both parties agree to the terms. Contracts are written with the idea that they will benefit the clients. And Azul is, of course, also seeking out benefits for himself, as that is the nature of business dealings.

Jade represents a kind of benevolence associated with acts of service. He’s Azul’s right-hand man and information broker—furthermore, much of how Jade presents himself alludes to being a butler or some other supportive role. Jade just generally behaves in a way which benefits others. He acts demure and servile, then uses the trust he has gained through service to ply what he wants out of others. Jade does it so sweetly and so expertly that his prey don’t usually notice, or willfully overlook it, being far too impressed by his abilities to fixate on his ulterior motives. This strategy works even on notoriously stern individuals such as Vil (Jade Dorm Uniform vignettes).

Floyd gives “free hugs” :) is… well, ironically, the “kindest” of the trio in a weird way. While this is highly dependent on his mood, the fact of the matter is that Floyd is the easiest to read in terms of “telegraphing” his actions. If he’s in a bad mood, he usually will not hide it. You know what you’re signing up for as soon as you see him. He also typically doesn’t put forth an effort to manipulate or to scheme like Azul or Jade would; Floyd would prefer to be direct and get it over with already. That, in a sense, is the mercy that he offers: something swift and plain to see.

The Sorcerer of the Sands' Spirit of Mindfulness

Mindfulness is a state of being aware of oneself and the present moment. A mindful individual can aknowledge and accept one’s feelings, thoughts, and bodily sensations. Mindfulness may also extend to being aware of others and perceiving their own states of being.

Kalim is not viewed as the most intelligent or crafty of leaders, but where he shines is in his ability to welcome and to bond with his dorm mates. His emotional intelligence is extremely high, which proves itself to be a useful skill in getting to know others and to earn their trust. Kalim has made a name for himself in Scarabia because he is always there to listen and lend a helping hand to his dormmates. He is unabashedly open about his own emotions too, crying when he is sad and trying hard when he is frustrated or dissatisfied. He often asks to know what is wrong when he senses upset within his classmates and wants to do what he can to rectify those situations. This is peak mindfulness--not only is Kalim acutely aware of his own emotional state, but he's also pretty consistent with sensing those in others (the one big exception here, of course, is Jamil). Sometimes Kalim can be blindsided by his own blind faith in others or his overeagerness causing him to blurt things out unintentionally. He's definitely not perfect in this regard--however, there's plenty of room and willingness to grow and to learn (something which Kalim has expressed both in book 5 and in birthday vignettes).

Jamil more readily fits in with a less savory interpretation of mindfulness. He thinks ahead and uses what he knows of others to manipulate them or put himself in an advantageous position. This notably occurs in book 4 (when Jamil plans to use the feedback of Yuu and the Scarabia members to dethrone Kalim), as well as in events (like Beans Day, where he plans to entrap Kalim when Kalim cooks a fragrant lunch that Jamil purposefully packed for him). He uses what he notices or knows about others (Azul’s shadiness, rumors about Lilia being a bad cook) to avoid interactions which could be less than beneficial to him. Jamil’s main fault is that he fails to recognize people’s strengths (something which Leona calls him out for in book 6), and instead focuses mainly on their weaknesses, shortcomings, and how those could be exploited (mostly because he’s in a position where he cannot outright act in certain ways without suffering some consequences). Jamil is aware of these potential consequences and finds or plans workarounds for them. However, he is also mindful in a more conventional sense too. He’s usually the competent one in Scarabia’s leadership and fulfills the organizational tasks that Kalim doesn’t. The duo is like sun and moon; they balance each other out.

The Beautiful Queen's Spirit of Tenacity

Simply put, tenacity is determination and endurance. One is persistent in maintaining, adhering to, or seeking something valued or desired. Each of the members of Pomefiore knows what they want, and they are stubborn in their pursuit of it.

Vil makes it clear in book 5 that he wants to win VDC/SDC, thereby proving to himself and to the world that he is capable of more than playing the part of a “villain”. He already had high standards for himself prior to book 5 (exercising, doing skincare, maintaining a healthy diet, etc.), but you can see how single minded Vil is toward this one goal. He drives his team members hard and even cancels a major job offer from his manager so he can dedicate all his time and energy into seizing the win. And how many times has Vil lost in the past??? Countless, I bet. Yet here he is, trying again and again, even when he knows that happy endings aren’t guaranteed and his efforts may not bear fruit after all.

Rook pursues any and all things beautiful!! He used to just be content admiring beauty, but with Vil’s prompting, Rook soon also found value in beautifying himself. It means Rook can also put beauty out into the world, and helps him better appreciate other works of art. This man is infamous around campus for his… admittedly creepy and unnerving habits. He follows people around, documents them in photographs, memorizes their personal details, etc. His keen eye has also earned him praise though—Vil can comfortably rely on him for honest feedback, and Neige recognizes him as a dedicated member of his fan club. Rook is nothing if not determined and dedicated to his craft.

Epel is tenacious too, but in a way that Vil would not approve of in all circumstances. Epel is stubborn in his thinking and refuses to let go of his hometown roots. He’s very proud of where he comes from, so he puts up a fight with Vil when Vil demands that Epel address his upperclassmen more politely. Epel sees the command as a threat to himself, and a challenge to the hometown he loves. Additionally, it takes Epel a while to reevaluate his deeply ingrained views on gender norms. He’s all-around very strong-headed!

The King of the Underworld's Spirit of Diligence

Diligence is when one is involved in careful and persistent work or effort. This principle generally governs all of STYX, the blot research organization operated by the Shroud family. Their job is a thankless one—they do such important work, yet it isn’t recognized by the general public due to STYX’s secretive nature.

Idia, as the temporary acting director of STYX in book 6, gets involved in their research. There’s many Phantoms kept in the STYX facility, so there are many safety precautions in place and care taken to ensure no one is harmed. (Ironically, it was Idia’s lack of diligence that led to Ortho’s passing.) Outside of book 6, one can say that Idia has a diligent personality, at least when it comes to his hyperfixations. He becomes dedicated to media that captures his interests to the point where it actually incentivizes him to leave his room (Ghost Marriage) and overcome his meek stutter to speak confidently and lecture people (first Halloween event, his Dorm Uniform vignettes, etc.).

I believe Ortho is diligent in being Idia’s emotional support both before and after Ortho is officially recognized as a separate student. He cheers Idia on and encourages him to touch grass socialize, wishing nothing but the best for his big brother! Ortho wasn’t always like this either; he used to be quite stiff and monotone, and had to learn how to emulate emotions by carefully observing and absorbing media. His motivation in book 6 is also fueled by diligence—Ortho worries about what he can do to support Idia’s wishes, and this is ultimately what drives him to taking over STYX and unleashing the Phantoms. Then, in Fairy Gala: What If, Ortho stubbornly tries to come up with his own ideas regarding the theme of evolution rather than rely on others for answers. He works hard to developing his own concept and is able to put on a show-stopping performance with it!

The Thorn Fairy's Spirit of Nobility

To be noble can refer to strength of character, mind, and/or literal position, birth, rank, or social status. No matter which definition you go with, I think they could all apply to the members of Diasomnia.

Regarding noble status, Malleus and Silver are both princes. Lilia and Sebek may not be nobles themselves, but they (in addition to Silver) serve royalty and have close personal connections to people in high places, be it via friends or via family. Diasomnia is very well-connected.

Beyond superficial nobility, one can say that those in Diasomnia are noble in character as well. To begin with, Lilia has sacrificed himself for his country on multiple occasions. This isn’t limited to going to battle, but also ferrying his princess’s egg to safety, traveling the world for knowledge on dragon eggs, and going so far as to give up his own life force to hatch Malleus. And what does Lilia get for all of this? Banished from the capital, screamed at, shunned—all because he is a nobody, a bat of no status. Despite this, Lilia does not become bitter nor hateful, he instead opens his heart and mind to the world and seeks to instill others with the same wisdom. Through all the tragedies he suffered, Lilia rose stronger than ever rather than sinking to the same levels as the narrow minded senators that rebuked him.

Silver is, perhaps, the most overtly noble in character. He extols the virtues of listening and getting along with others, often serving as the peacemaker between parties (typically between Sebek and their peers, but we’ve also seen Silver smoothing things out between all of NRC and diurnal fae). He also assumes the best of others and is ready to leap into action to protect them at a moment’s notice. His kind and gentle nature attracts many forest animals to him, who can likely sense the purity of Silver’s heart.

Sebek’s brand of nobility isn’t geared at others in general but rather is pinpointed on one person (that being Malleus). He is noble in the sense that he dedicates himself to his prince. It’s no secret that practically everything Sebek does is to “live up” to perceived standards so as to not shame Malleus or the Draconia royal family—from doing well academically to dressing neatly and throwing himself into training… Sebek’s passion and eagerness is what makes him stand out. It could also be said that he fiercely defends his friends and those who have earned his respect (albeit maybe not worded in the most tactful ways). That, too, in a sense, is honorable.

Finally, we have Malleus. What can be said about him that hasn’t already been said? He is the prince of a nation, so there are many people looking to him for leadership. As such, Malleus must always conduct himself in a manner that puts his country’s best face forward and expects the same of others. Indeed, he reprimands Sebek for behaving in poor taste and instructs him to apologize to Leona, the prince of another nation. However, what is most telling about Malleus is his impetus for Overblotting. He deludes himself into thinking “this is what is best for everyone”. In his mind, he frames forcing everyone into dream states so they can stay forever and have their happily ever afters as the “good” and “noble” thing to do. He’s definitely not doing this for himself, he argues, it’s a gift for everyone. And throughout book 7, Malleus tries to gaslight others into this belief too 💀 when bro’s already convinced himself of this and refuses to see otherwise—

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abbyromanoff · 2 months

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Hi again! For the Little!Wanda au can you make one where little Wanda throw a tantrum one day and instead of physical punishment (I feel so bad when they get hit and they're little even when it's ab sex 😭) Reader gives her the silent treatment the whole day like going about her day not giving Wanda attention at all and Wanda is desperate to nursing and her mommy cares back. You could end with them sharing a bath and a little smut too. Thank you

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WARNINGS: little!wanda (plz keep in mind I have no experience with this personally and only base it off of other fics and research I’ve done), silent treatment, angst, fluff, happy ending, jealousy, just sad Wanda and reader, think that’s abt it :)

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“No, Mommy! I don’t w’nna go!” You sighed at her puerile words that she expressed fervently. She huddled her bear close to her chest, forgoing her normally cheery and loquacious speech and replacing it with her pernicious gloom. You failed to understand why she was in such a state, given she had been joyous all throughout the day up until you announced you had to stop by auntie Natty’s and it would be best if she joined you. You knew she held a disliking towards your errands, but you always played her favorite music and allowed her your phone to play games on which resulted in her giggly tone.

“Wanda, if you keep talking back to me like that I’ll have no choice but to punish you.” You stared back at her through the mirror, a warning glare being sent her way which almost always led to her taciturn. However, this time she seemed irascible.

“Ugh, you the wors’ Mommy ever!” Your eyes shot wide, your grip on the wheel tightening as you waited for an instant and regretful apology; but none came.

“You better take that back, young lady.” She stuck her tongue out, mocking you as she aimed it in your direction. You bit your tongue, your jaw locking as you held back not only vexation, but a deep sadness that began spreading with her words.

“Alright then, if you want to misbehave, I have no choice but to punish you.” She did not know what to expect, but complete silence was the opposite. The rest of the car ride was full of a heavy gloom, both of you keeping to yourselves as your minds were only filled with petulant thoughts that haunted one another.

When you arrived at your destination, you allowed yourself to bring forth to the front step before knocking, causing Wanda’s eyebrows to crinkle together. You always helped her out of her high-seat and held her hand as you left the car, and she struggled to figure out how to unbuckle herself but eventually managed. By the time she was pushing herself out of the vehicle she spotted Nat greeting you with a warm hug that was well-returned, and she only groaned in response. She dragged her feet forward and met the woman’s gaze with a scowl, leaning closer to your body and instinctively reaching her arm out to interlace with yours; but you brushed this act off, holding steady a convivial smile as the redhead allowed you to enter.

It felt like hours had gone by before Wanda finally spoke up, waiting for Natasha to leave for the restroom before she welcomed her unsteady voice. You did not spare her a glance when she had been trying to brush against you the entire time, and you secretly hoped she would be too caught up in the TV show Nat had selected for her to try and appeal to you just so you weren’t so distracted.

“Mommy,” She started, poking your arm as you stared down at your phone. “Mommy!” She dragged out. You rolled your eyes without purpose which she saw and which caused her expression to instantly sadden.

“Don’ roll your eyes at me!” You began to bite the inner side of your cheek as she sat crisscrossed in front of you. “It r’ally hurts my feelings when- when you do that, Mommy.” She felt tears beginning to prickle her sore eyes, and if you had been able to see you would’ve stopped and apologized right away, but you were too focused on making it clear your attention was on the other returning from her quick departure.

“Thank gosh you’re back,”

“I was gone for like two minutes max, relax.” You shared a chuckle before diving further into a conversation, all while Wanda huddled her teddy close to wipe her tears in secrecy. She whimpered quietly, resting her forehead on your shoulder and wetting the cloth with her disconsolate.

“Baby? Hey, what’s wrong?” The two of you turned your attention towards the seemingly small girl behind you when you felt your skin dampening under her touch. You cupped her cheek softly, wiping the tears and easing her into your lap. She had begun to suckle on her thumb as a source of comfort, and while you usually would ask her not to do such a thing, you knew she needed it at this current time. Nat’s eyebrows furrowed as she examined you two, brushing Wanda’s hair out of her face to which she backed away.

“Can you talk to me, sweetheart? Hm?” She struggled to muster a few mumbled words so you gave her a few moments before asking a similar question.

“Mama h’rt my f-feelings,” She stuttered through her sentence, each word expressed with added letters but you pushed it aside. Your heart ached when she spoke, and you felt ashamed in yourself for what you decided to do.

“Oh, love,” You wrapped your arms around her tightly, hoping to provide the same warmth you did previously. “Mommy didn’t mean to hurt you! Baby, I am so, so sorry, I didn’t realize it would make you feel this upset.” She sobbed and sniffled quietly as you rocked her up and down with your knee. She leaned back suddenly, her heartbroken face sending a crestfallen ache deep within you.

“I didn’ wanna see auntie Natty because I jealous,” You both nodded slowly while confusion racked your brains, still easing her to continue.

“She way prettier tha’ me and you’re so happy to see her, and she have the prettiest braids eva’! I was scared you wou’d love her more than me.” She bowed her head low while you sucked in a breath, tears of your own beginning to form while Nat tried comforting your girlfriend.

“Oh, Wanda, baby, that’s not true at all! Me and your Mommy are very close friends, but nothing could come in between you two; it’s like Mickey and Minnie Mouse, you could say. But you know something else? You’re the prettiest little girl I’ve ever met - ever! You have these adorable little freckles and beautiful green eyes, and your hair is absolutely gorgeous. We all get a little self-conscious sometimes, sweetie, even I do; heck, even your Mommy does. But you need to remember that you’re perfect inside and out, and you always will be.” She paused, standing as she placed a soft kiss on the top of Wanda’s head before slowly stalking backwards.

“I’ll leave you two alone for now but I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything. After you can join me for dinner, and maybe if my little Wanda is up for it, some dessert, hm? I found a delicious red velvet cookie recipe and instantly thought of you. I was hoping we could make it together later.” She left with one last wave before leaving the two of you alone, Wanda sporting a softer smile now that her auntie had cheered her up.

“Wands, I am so sorry I upset you, I never meant to make you feel so insecure and alone. I…I just was so upset and worried by what you said in the car that I thought if I ignored you entirely then maybe you’d learn your lesson, but I was wrong and I’m so sorry, pretty girl.” She brought your lowered head closer to hers, causing you to lift it as you examined her features.

“You’re so beautiful, every single inch of you. And I cannot express how lucky I am to have you as mine.” You kissed her lips softly when you finished your speech, sighing warmly into the moment as you felt weight being lifted from your tired shoulders.

“‘M sorry too, Mommy. I lied earlier when I said you was the worst, you the best mommy I could ever ask fo’, I mean it!” You chuckled into her neck, leaning back to once again admire her beauty.

“I know you didn’t, baby. Mommy can just get a little scared and worried, I don’t want my girl wishing she had someone else to take care of her. But I promise to never, ever be mean to you again, okay?” You held a pinky in front of her face, your heart skipping a beat when she gracefully took it with hers.

“An’ I promise to never make my Mommy feel bad again, as long as she isn’t bein’ a meany-head.” You pecked the top of your interlaced fingers with a laugh, patting her thigh as a signal to stand before making a final announcement,

“So, do you believe red velvet cookies will help save the day? Because I sure do and I’m getting hungry just thinking about it.”

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Bad For Business: Level Four

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.2K] An enemies to lovers au. Arcade coworkers, who love to hate each other, get too competitive about Dig Dug and share a mutal annoyance for the kids that like to pester them. Choose your own adventure by picking an option at the end of the chapter.

There was a boy at the desk asking for you.

He was tall and a little wild looking, unruly dark curls and tattoos peeking out from under the leather and denim he wore, all ripped off sleeves and silver rings. He was smirking at Steve like he knew something he didn’t, like was in on some sort of secret.

Steve didn’t like him.

“She’s on her break,” Steve told him, eyes narrowed like he couldn’t help himself. “Went to the store or something.”

Steve expected that to be the end of it, but the boy with all the rings just grinned, dimples on show before he hoisted himself onto the desk. “I’ll wait,” he said, too cheery. “I’m Eddie, by the way. Munson.”

Steve nodded, keeping his distance as he pretended to tidy away loose rota sheets, used up ticket stubs and a piece of paper Robin and Argyle had been drawing progressively larger dicks on. One had wings and a halo.

“Yeah, I know,” Steve frowned. He was still suspicious. Why was the local drug dealer coming in and asking for you? The arcade was quiet enough that Steve didn’t have an excuse to leave, and honestly, he wanted to stick around and see. “Just didn’t realise you guys… knew each other.”

Eddie looked smug in an awful way, still acting like he was clued into something Steve didn’t have any idea about. Like he was trying not to laugh at him. The longer haired boy tilted his head to the side, all charm and bravado, still smiling. “Oh yeah.” He nodded, enthusiastic. “We know each other real well. Super close.”

You hadn’t mentioned Eddie before. Not in front of Steve. Fuck, you’d never mentioned any sort of boyfriend at all. But then Steve remembered nights that it rained, when he’d jog to his car only to see you run past him, jacket over your head and clambering into an old van, the windows dark enough that you could never see the driver.

Maybe he’d been kidding himself all those times when he assumed it was your dad.

“Oh,” fuck, is that all he could say? “Cool.”

There was a beat of silence between them, smothered in arcade game jingles and alarm bells that announced a new winner, but the air was heavy enough to be felt, thick with a tension Steve wasn’t used to.

Was this what being threatened felt like?

No. No. Steve didn't have anything to feel threatened about. So why was he still talking?

“I guess - I mean - well, I just never knew she had a boyfriend.” Steve cleared his throat, all awkward and he found himself standing a little straighter, chest puffed out, chin held high.

Thank fuck Robin wasn’t on shift, ‘cause Eddie was laughing and suddenly Steve felt about three feet shorter. What the fuck was this guys problem?

“I didn’t know you gossiped about your love lives, Harrington,” Eddie shot back. His smile was wolfish and it looked like a challenge, it felt like a dare. “You interested in who she’s hangin’ out with outside of work?”

“What?” It was jarring, the way Steve’s stomach dropped. A new kind of nervousness twisting around his guts, a heat that crawled from his stomach to his chest. His cheeks felt too warm. “What? No. Jesus, no, I just— we’re not even friends.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it still tasted like one. Bitter and acidic, like swallowing a too big pill without water. It got stuck in his throat, made him wince.

Eddie tutted, leaning back in his hands, taking up the majority of space on the counter top. His legs were swinging, rips across his knees in his black jeans, a chain hanging from his belt looks, glinting in the neon lights. He looked like he was having far too much fun.

“That’s a shame,” Eddie twisted his lips, big eyes looking all sad, acting up like he was on stage or something. “She’s real sweet, isn’t she?”

Steve scoffed, a choked out laugh that made Eddie’s lips twitch up. Steve busied himself with more loose papers, bundling together things that weren’t supposed to be filed with each other, name badges and empty chocolate wrappers stuck between faxes.

“Uh, sure, maybe,” Steve wrinkled his nose, squinting at the other boy. “I don’t know. She’s never, uh, all that sweet to me.”

And then Eddie was laughing, a full, bright cackle of a laugh and Steve was once again left feeling like he didn’t know the full joke. But he didn’t get to ask what he’d missed, what was so funny, ‘cause a kid who could hardly see over the desk approached him, a sticky hand full of equally sticky tickets that he wanted to swap for some knock off Star Wars toy. Disgruntled, Steve fussed with the glass cabinet where they kept all the ‘prizes’, his gaze flickering between Eddie and the door.

Surely you’d be back soon. Right? To see your boyfriend.

When the kid was gone, happily clutching his ‘nightsaber’ (even Steve knew that was wrong), Eddie was watching him again.

“She’s pretty, right?”

Steve froze. “What?” Was this some kind of trick? Who the fuck goes ‘round asking other dudes if they think their girlfriend is pretty? “I don’t— I’ve never—”

Eddie was grinning. Again. That Cheshire Cat smile, white teeth flashing somewhat threateningly. Steve didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Was this about last week? The powercut? Did you go home and tell your boyfriend how close Steve got to you, how he held your hand and for once in his goddamn life, Steve Harrington didn’t wanna argue with you?

“You don’t think she’s cute?”

Nothing had happened. Nothing ever would’ve. It couldn’t. You hated him, and Steve hated you. Right? Right.

“Look, dude, I don’t know what your deal is, but I’m not trying to hit on your girl, alright?” Someone got a new high score on the pinball machine across from the desk and an alarm rang, tickets flying out of the dispenser, lights flashing red and green. It felt like a warning. “She— we— we don’t talk, alright? Not like that, god, we’re not friends, okay?”

Eddie didn’t really seem to believe him, but Steve was more than relieved when the boy shrugged and slid off of the counter, dimples on show, beaming at him. He dusted his hands off like he’d completed whatever task he’d come to do before dropping a set of keys in front of Steve.

“Tell uh, my girl, that it was a radiator leak. No biggie. Car’s out front,” another flash of a smile, too charming now. Steve’s head was spinning. “Catch you later lover boy.”

What the fuck?

Eddie made his way past a crowd of kids, neon signs lighting up his skin in shades of lime green and fuschia. He spun before he got to the door, clapping his hands together and pointing back at the other boy, like he’d just remembered something important.

Is this where Eddie threatened him? Told him to stop looking at his girlfriend and keep his hands to himself? It was a fucking powercut, it was pitch black, what was he supposed to do? Let her hurt herself? The argument was already playing out in Steve’s head, his defence at the ready.

Besides, he could take Eddie Munson, right? Sure he was pretty much the same height but Steve was broader, stronger, surely. But maybe Eddie had that trailer park kid scrappiness, that feral sort of energy Dustin said Max exuded when she got ramped up—

“And, uh, Harrington?”

Steve felt his fist tighten around the countertop.

“You’ll catch more bees with honey than vinegar.” Eddie saluted, a massive skull glinting silver and pink in the light, and then with a wink, he was gone.

What the fuck?

He didn’t get a chance to ask what Eddie was on about, because Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson approached the desk, ignoring how he was standing with his mouth agape, brows knitted together in confusion. Everything was almost forgotten about as he argued with the two young boys about how no, he didn’t know when Donkey along was getting fixed, and no, he wasn’t prepared to let them poke about at the machine with Dustin’s backpack screwdriver.

And then you came back from your lunch, a flash of daylight breaking the darkness of the arcade as the door opened and shut behind you. Steve watched you hand a wrapped sandwich to Argyle before making your way around the desk to where he stood.

Maybe he was staring, maybe that’s why you were looking at him weird. Maybe that’s just the kinda gaze you gave him on the daily. You were wearing a skirt today, black and swishy around your thighs, your staff shirt cut off so it hit just above your navel, much to Murray’s despair. There was a warning written up and stuck to your locker, but you hadn’t seemed to care.

“What?”

Shit, Steve was still staring. He blinked, shrugged and turned back to the cash machine, despite no customers to serve. “What? Nothin’, god.”

You didn’t argue with him, just narrowing your eyes at his strange mood before pushing your way into the staff room. It was empty bar someone’s leftover lunch and a walkman that lay on the table and then suddenly Steve was barging his way into the too small room, a familiar set of keys in his hands. Your disco ball keychain sent rainbows over the walls, tiny glimmers of light across Steve’s cheeks, his hands, his arms.

He held them out to you, cheeks tinged pink like something had happened and you’d missed it, ‘cause he couldn’t really look you in the eye either. You stared, taking your keys from the boy slowly, like any sudden movements would scare him.

Not that you cared.

Steve spoke before you could say thanks, leaning against Murray’s abandoned desk with his hands shoved in his pockets as he cleared his throat. The air was heavy with something, more tension than you were used to, a weight to it that was more than summer air and teenage hormones.

“Your uh, your boyfriend dropped them off,” Steve was finally looking at you, brown eyes honeycomb in the too bright lights. “Said it was a broken radiator or somethin’.”

You frowned, confused at the word that was thrown out between you. Boyfriend? But once again, before you could manage to speak, Steve was talking again, all his thoughts tumbling out at once, swimming at your feet.

“Eddie Munson, huh? I didn’t— I didn’t know you were dating him. Or anyone. Not that it matters,” Steve sucked in a breath, like he was trying to catch each sentence, like he could swallow back the words he’d already said. “It doesn’t matter, obviously. Why would it? I mean, fuck, s’not like we share updates on our love lives or shit—”

“Harrington.”

“—like, I don’t care if you’re dating him, I just didn’t, like, except it, you know? Munson? Didn’t think he was your type, not that I know what your type is, s’not like I think about it or anything—”

“Steve.”

The boy stopped talking, jaw snapping shut as he looked at you, a little wide eyed. He was breathing a little heavier, hands leaving his pockets only to take through his hair.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You played with the keys in your hands, disco ball keychain clinking prettily between the silver. The reflections scattered, rainbow coloured freckles on Steve’s cheeks. “I’m not dating Eddie, we’re just friends.”

You weren't sure why you were explaining this.

“But Munson said—” Steve stopped mid sentence, the abruptness of it hanging in the air between you. Eddie hadn’t said you were dating. Eddie hadn’t called himself your boyfriend, had he? No. That was Steve’s doing. “Uh, he called you his girl… I just assumed…”

You snorted, eyes rolling in a way that held a lot more affection than what he was used to seeing when it was directed at him. You shrugged, dropping yourself into a chair at the table, eyeing Steve with a new sort of curiosity. He really was acting fucking weird.

“We’re close,” you said, copying Eddie’s words from earlier without even knowing. “Best friends, you know? Nothing… nothing more.”

“Oh.” Steve’s lips were a pretty ‘o’ shape, pink and pouting and you practically saw the gears inside his head whirring. “Right.”

“He was probably just trying to be funny,” you explained, unwrapping a chocolate bar you’d taken from your bag. You bit into it, licking caramel from your lips. “He’s not though. Despite what he thinks.”

Steve nodded, looking a little dazed, but he pushed himself off of Murray’s desk and sent you another look you couldn’t really decipher. Before he made it back to the door that led to the arcade, you stopped him, an edge to your voice that wasn’t there before.

“Did he, uh,” you winced when your voice cracked, staring at the table instead of the boy. “Did Eddie say anything else?”

Steve almost kicked the desk leg, swearing as he spun back to you, eyes darting over your face, like he was trying to work something out. He thought about Eddie’s questions.

If Steve thought you were sweet. If Steve thought you were pretty.

“What?”

‘You’ll catch more bees with honey than vinegar.’

“Did he say anything? You know, stupid shit.” You licked your lips again, chasing sugar, looking nervous.

Lover boy lover boy lover boy.

“No,” Steve lied, feeling something burn in his chest. Maybe it was the breath he was holding. “No, he didn’t say anything else.”

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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RECREATIONAL

THIRD PART TO FEROZEVE SERIES : [PREVIOUS] [MASTERLIST] [NEXT?]

YANDERE POP IDOL! OC x MANAGER! READER x YANDERE ROCKSTAR SMUT

tw/cw: reader uses gn pronouns but has a dicc, unprotected seggs, unrealistic seggs, anal seggs. switch! reader, switch! eve, gong! feroze. dub/non con.

status: unedited.

thank you hubby @moyazaika for letting me use your son again, and for the voters that picked this fic (🤰🏻) in the emoji poll.

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“Mx. Ma-na-ger~ !” Eve drawled as he glomped you from behind. Despite not hearing what he had to say or do aside from assaulting you with hugs, you were already dreading the next moments of your life.

“Eve, no.” You tried slipping away but are unfortunately unable to defeat hours of dance routines and gyms sessions Eve had to go through as a part of his training and work.

“But Mx. Ma ↗ na ↘ ger ↗ ! ! ! ” His pitch fluctuated as you had resorted to shaking him off instead.

“Eve, I already told you that I’m busy.”

And then he pouted.

You see, when an idol like the Jisoo Han pouts it is almost as if the entire universe has ended. It’s like the feeling you’d get when every puppy or god forbid every kitten dies. The feeling of utter sadness so insurmountable you almost crumble to your knees.

Eve had the power to create smiles and laughter across the globe, but he also had the power to completely destroy any semblance of happiness from a person. You knew that power very well.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, desperately attempting not to cringe or cry from his actions.“Fine. I’ll be free next evening. Don’t. Bother. Rosy.”

You thought he’d be satisfied with your answer but he only pouts even harder.

You sighed. This absolute man-child. “. . . Soo.”

He immediately flicks back to his cheery self. A boyish grin on his face as he separated himself from you and skipped away. “Okay~! I’ll see ya soon.”

That was way too easy. Oh god. What could that demon be thinking of?

As soon as he left, another one of your man-children came into your office. Groaning, he plopped himself atop one of your bean bag chairs.

Feroze doesn’t utter a word, and you could tell that his hangover had been a pain to deal with. Usually he’d already be all over you. It sort of reminded you of how he was during your early days with him. Still, he made the effort to show up despite the massive migraine he should be feeling right now.

“I—“ You started, but you are unable to finish your words as he’d already beat you to the chase.

“I love you, really love you, but if your next words are I told you so. Just don’t.”

Darn, he knew you too well. Time to take a different approach to asserting your correctness.

“Well you know what they say—“

“I’m going out to eat.” He seemingly teleported in front of you, flicking your forehead. And then, he was out. Just poof. Disappeared.

You stared at the hangover medicine you prepared for him located in the drawer of your desk, and humphed, “. . .He didn’t even let me finish.”

There are many stages of love in Urdu and Arab world. Attraction, love and even death, but infatuation; عشق (ishq) was what Feroze identified with. Literally speaking it just meant love. Symbolically however, it meant so, so much more.

It was both all of love in itself and a stage of it. It was above the notion of logic or sense. Just as how he felt with you.

❝

Ishq Nazuk-Mizaj Hai Behad (Love has a delicate disposition)

Aql Ka Bojh Utha Nahin Sakta (It cannot bear burden of logic)

❞

As an Urdu poet Akbar Allahabadi would say.

Feroze’s entire existence revolved around yours. He breathed for you, he’d die for you. The biggest regret in his life was how he didn’t meet you sooner, didn’t treat you the way you were supposed to sooner.

Feroze wasn’t actually mad or even annoyed by your words earlier. He could never, ever have such feelings towards you. He just needed an excuse to follow Eve. As to why he didn’t just do that? Well he had to see your face that morning to cleanse himself, of course. One look at you per day and all the negative energy in his life seemed to just fade away.

“Mr. Khan! How’s the hangover?” Speaking of negative energy.

Eve and him had been bonding quite well over the past few weeks. It was a miracle in itself. Despite the former’s overt interest in Feroze’s manager, he found the boy too cute to be murdered in his sleep. He had this ‘baby-ghorl’ aura about him that Feroze couldn’t help but be amused with. The rockstar could see why this idol had so many fans.

Eve approached him, his usually sparkly grin covered by the dark mask his disguise included. Promotional material for their collab had already been released to the public and has thus put them in the spotlight once more. Trying to go to that bar last night was already hell in the first place, meeting in a cafe where anyone could see them? That was just a wish for death.

Eve slid a small glass bottle that looked a lot like those syrups they marketed for younger kids. Or poison, one or the other.

Without a word, Feroze downed the liquid. And then immediately regretted his decision, hacking at the taste of it all, “What did you just give to me?”

“A hangover cure. Those usually don’t taste good no matter what country I go to. I knew you were a lightweight but I barely got to drink before you —“ Eve halted his bullying as soon as he saw the deathly glare Feroze threw at him.“Fine~ Fine! I’m sure Mx. Manager already made fun of your situation.”

Feroze turned his hazel eyes to the bottle.

“You spiked my drink, didn’t you?”

Eve doesn’t freeze up, he doesn’t even flinch, not a sign of guilt could be found on him. Feroze wouldn’t be surprised if the ravenette actually didn’t feel a hint of remorse for what he did. He acknowledges the boy’s fearless attitude. “I’m sorry?”

“I said, you spiked my drink didn’t you? Last night. I saw you put it in, but decided you could have a little fun with your ex-manager.” He emphasized your current status, that being out of Eve’s employment and in his. “So, did you?”

Eve twirled a lock of his bangs, avoiding eye contact. His ears had turned completely red. The usual glow about him somewhat dissipated. “Not enough.”

Feroze who was much less careful about his reputation and actions took Eve’s hand in his and held it, tightly. His callused fingers contrasted greatly to Eve’s soft, moisturized hands. “Well, we can’t have our Soo here feeling unsatisfied do we?” He massaged each finger vigorously while simultaneously keeping it as still as possible.

“What’s the catch? You wouldn’t just give away the love of your life away. Would you?”

“No. You’re right. I would never. But the benefits outweigh the negatives. I believe this collaboration of ours will help everyone in the long run.”

“Deal.”

You loved schedules and planning. It was everything to you. It’s why you worked as a manager for all these years. The intricacies of time management gave you a rush you could not explain. Perhaps this emotion was akin to what Feroze confessed to feeling about you. Though you heavily doubted it was that close.

You weren’t the type to beat up people if they didn’t follow you or your beloved schedule.

Were you?

In any case, as appointed, you arrived at Eve’s and Feroze’s shared studio. Perfectly on time.

“So, what did you want me for?”

“Well, I was recording this track. I already have Mr. Khan’s vocals and mine I just need . . .”

You had the knack to read Eve’s mind before he even spoke. It was why he adored you so much. Studying him was just a part of the job in your case. Despite his almost angelic demeanor, he felt more like the child you had to babysit rather than a proper partner.

“No way. I can’t sing.” You waved your hands in protest. You can barely hold a regular note for too long, how were you able to keep up with those trained singers the company usually hired for these things? You were meant to be in the backstage, not the center or anywhere near there.

Eve easily shoved you in the recording booth, “That’s why I’m here silly. To help you, now get in the booth.”

“Eve—“ You mouthed, trying your best to get out. But the exit had already been locked. Damn, how was he so fast?

And it’s official. The idol had you trapped. So easily as well. He should have done this ages ago. “Soo.” Your voice barely came out, anxiety hindering its proper passage. This wasn’t going to actually be a recording session was it?

His right hand then grabbed your outer thigh. You flinched, you thrash around, but he doesn’t stop.“Soo, I can’t do this with you — gah —“

“But why not~? Aren’t you a good little manager? You’ll do this for me won’t you?” He unbuttoned your pants, slowly pulling them down. Savoring the reveal of your precious [s/c] skin. While his scarlet eyes were firmly glued to your face, his left hand wandered to your clothed cock. Three fingers pressed against it, moving up and down gently.

“Mmf — For your information, I’m only obliged to follow Feroze’s —“ He stopped.

His appendages leave your side in a second. You were utterly disappointed in yourself as you realized you already missed his skin making contact with your body.

“Soo?”

He stood still for seconds until his fingers twitched.

After which, he laughed.

“HAHAHAHAHA! You think you were ever someone else’s? You’re mine, [Y/N]. Mine.”

It unnerved you. Not how maniacal his words or his guffawing, no, it was how genuine it felt in comparison to his usual one. In fact you were so caught up with his breakdown that you couldn’t even protest as he carried you in his arms, shoving lube up your little asshole and making you face the wall.

You hadn’t even realized his own penis was not covered anymore.

Everything just hits you when he thrusted in. Filling you with one slide.“Now make music for me, hm?”

Despite the microphone being a little too far from you, you were positive it could pick up the moan you just made.

It was like you felt everything, pain and pleasure mixed inside you and you couldn’t tell if you were enjoying this sick act or completely hated it. But one thing was for sure, you do nothing to stop him. Completely consumed by the feeling of his dick rearranging your organs.

“Louder, baby.” He picked up the pace, before shortly cumming inside you without warning. A reminder of his status as a virgin despite his personality. It doesn’t take long for him to get going again. “I wanted to be inside you for so long. I want to stay inside you forever.”

As Eve started speeding up, a mop of red hair entered your vision, “Rosy—“

You expected anger, you expected a murder you’d have to somehow cover up. But all your current client does was grab Eve by the shoulders.

“Ease up there, Soo.”

Eve’s horrifically ‘calm’ expression switches back into his playful once he faced Khan. You didn’t even know how much fear was pumping within your veins until he calmed down (at least outwardly) “C’mon. I know even you wouldn’t be able to resist this little hole.”

Were they . . . in this together? No they couldn’t be. They were just so different.

If only you knew how alike they were.

The limited space in the booth didn’t really feel good to the three of you upon Feroze’s words “Scooch over.” Eve had to back up while he was still inside you, allowing the other man to squeeze in.

Feroze grabbed your chin with one hand making you look to his face. “Look at me, meri jaan. My ishq.” and your cock with the other, tenderly stroking your member. “I love you alright? More than anything else in this world.”

“Then —“

“Let you go? Not a chance in hell.” He chuckled, increasing the pace of his handjob.

If you thought that Eve using you was too much, it was nigh impossible to imagine the stimulation you were currently receiving. “Sh- sto . . hah — p. Please.”

“Don’t break them yet, I haven’t even came.” You could however imagine the pout on Eve’s face. His thrusts stuttering from its once regular rhythm.

“Ssh. We’re doing this to record their pretty voice aren’t we?”

“Stop! Wh - hah - what about Soo’s reputation?”

Eve would use those words to blame you for his future breakdowns later on, your show of concern making his dick even harder than it already. But for now he could only express this feeling of gratitude by pushing it in deeper. “I’m a solo act now baby. It’s fine~”

“F-Fuhuck, I’m — “ He came inside you the second time, making your slick hole even wetter and causing you to cum all over Feroze’s hands.

“My turn.” The older man yanked you away. Eve’s semen dripped down to your thighs and legs as he’d separated from you.

“Hey!” He protested. But if there was one person who was more swole than Eve it was Feroze. The man putting him in a slightly bended position; looking away, and you in between the two singers.

“Hold on to his waist, meri jaan.”

You do as your told, feeling Feroze align your dick to Eve’s hole. Wait- he was completely dry how would he-

The answer was that Eve would take you no matter what. It did not feel great to either one of you, the only lubrication that existed was your previous ejaculation, and part of you knew that Feroze intended that. “Mmf—!” Mostly because he doesn’t take any time to warn you before he also inserts himself but in you. “I haven’t done something like this in ages . . . but nothing could compare to this”

Feroze helps you into a rhythm that ensured that you were either completely inside Eve or him inside you at every moment. Overstimulating you once more. When it came for his turn to thrust however, he put so much power that often times it would move you forwards and go a bit to deep.

“Shit! You’re doing that on purpose!”

“Not my fault you’re too excited to put a lil lube in!”

“I- I - think I’m — ! “ You closed your eyes, feeling your second release. A high you’ve never once reached before. A kind of high that ruins others as you’d find yourself chasing it.

But you knew, you knew it’d be impossible without these two men aiding you in that climb.

Feroze was right behind you as you reached the top. Thick, hot ropes of cum spill all over inside of you.

The three of you took deep breaths, but it was only a short respite for what would be a long, long, night. “We’re not done yet. I only came once.”

“The hell—“

Feroze turned you to face him, positioning you atop Eve’s back. His handsome face looked stunning even underneath the dim lighting.

You did not know if his following question was directed towards you or ravenette, “You won’t mind this, won’t you?” Just that his cock had already been enveloped by Eve’s canal.

“Mr. Khannnn, you could have let me lube up.” The idol complained between moans.

“You took them no problem but not me?”

“You’re different! And bigger! Ah, fuck!”

“You deserve a little punishment for spiking my drink. Besides their cum should be more than enough.”

“He did what?!”

“Ack—!”

“Take it, کنجر (kanjr)”

Feroze cackled at your worried face and Eve’s pain, pounding into him without a care in the world. His sadism really knew no bounds.

You three ended up staying the studio all night. Your hole and cock being used up for all its worth.

The album ended up being a massive hit. The title track, the one with your ‘vocals’ ended up breaking records and staying at the top of charts for months.

Comments on the song largely talking about how realistic the sensual sounds of sex in the background was. Completely unaware that it was the two famous singers making love to you.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

fun fact: i was rocking out to mlp music while writing this lol (that and my cousin watching van helsing in the background, very very loudly)

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 1 year

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✰ breakfast with the avengers, as a teenage avenger!! (headcanons)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

wordcount: 979

characters: a lot LMAO a few main ones are clint barton, scott lang, miles morales, harley keener, the reader, steve rogers, and tony stark.

a/n: just to make it clear, for the “teenage avenger” series, i have a core group of “teenage avengers”. this includes the reader, peter parker, harley keener, and miles morales :) also requests are open! lmk if you want a scenario or headcanons! can include the reader or not!!

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the avengers might be the busiest people in the world.

however, they always make time at least once a month to have breakfast together at the compound.

it was steve’s idea (of course!!) but when he mentioned it for the first time, everyone quickly got on board.

pietro was so excited that he sped over to the cupboards, talking incoherently about chocolate chip pancakes.

however, he soon came back (in less than a second, ofc) with a sad face.

turns out, you all had an issue on your hands.

there was no pancake mix, no bacon, no eggs, no fruit, no nothing!

ok, he was being dramatic. there was some food, but certainly not enough to feed ALL the avengers.

tony volunteered the “kids” ( you, harley, peter, and miles ) to go to the store.

clint decided he wanted to go too, and then scott decided to join at the last minute.

so the six of you piled into the car.

scott drove (regrettably -- the man has some issues with attention), you got shotgun, and peter, harley, miles and clint were all in the back.

now, you may be wondering why clint was in the back and not the front, because he seems to be a responsible adult in this situation.

well, first of all, have you met clint barton? do you even know what he’s like?

second of all, the avengers have a very strict “you call it, you get it” policy when it comes to the car.

this happened when thor “accidentally” stepped on scott’s foot so that he could get in the front seat.

anyways scott definitely plays cheery 70s music in the car.

he turns it up super loud and sings along (very off key)

every single time that man stops at a stoplight he turns around with an eager look on his face. harley is usually on his phone, but peter and miles try to give him a smile.

clint’s just flipping him off :)

so once y'all get to the store, it's time to get serious.

well, in harley, peter, miles, and your eyes.

for clint and scott? debatable.

as you're all getting the cart, somehow clint and scott slip away.

and then you hear it.

" y/n !!! y/n !!! "

you turn at the mention of your name to see clint barton, that silly little guy, holding six lightsabers in his hands.

how he got six of them in like less than a minute is a great question.

and yet, it's the coolest thing you've seen all week.

immediately, the whole trip is overtaken by all of you chatting about how to use the lightsabers.

some ideas include; scaring tony by calling him into a dark room where you all turn them on at the same time, scaring steve by calling him into a dark room where you all turn them on at the same time, scaring sam by calling him into a dark room where you all turn them on at the same time...

ok maybe they were kind of unoriginal.

you decided that you would consult sam + bucky (the prank masters ofc) later to get some advice.

anyways you bought so much stuff.

like there were literally three carts of food.

on the way home, clint had to ride in the trunk LMAO

btw the compound is so cool and high tech that once you pull the car into the garage and open the trunk, there’s this little robot that sorts everything out and then puts it in tubes that take it to the pantries and fridges.

it’s very convenient because it would’ve taken you all like fifteen trips, even with super strength or whatever

so now you’re finally back up in the kitchen

and pietro keeps telling you all how hungry he is

wanda tells him to stop and literally makes a forcefield with her magic so he can't interrupt y'all LMAO

now you're actually good at cooking.

im gonna go ahead and say you, sam, and wanda are the best cooks in the compound.

happy is actually good too, he just never wants to HAHA

but you made a deal with him that you wouldn't bother him for three days if he helped you so he's in the kitchen now.

he even wore this super cheesy "kiss the cook" apron that tony got him for christmas once

AND a chef hat.

anyways so y'all have to make a LOT of food.

i mean the avengers are the avengers, they get really hungry.

so originally miles & peter & harley wanted to help you, but then peter somehow cut his finger plugging in the waffle iron? so you just put him in charge of music.

and then harley kept accidentally knocking the pancake mix everywhere.

so then sam made him stand by him and watch him cook.

miles was good though, he has skills.

you had to make pancakes AND waffles, because nobody could come up with what was best.

once when you were on winter break, you tried to have a final competition on whether pancakes or waffles were better.

just as pancakes were in the lead, dr strange came in and said waffles were the best.

so now you always have to make both.

you enlisted steve to help bring everything to the table.

he's really good at balancing like six or seven plates at a time.

scott was ready to help too, but you just made him set the table instead because otherwise he was gonna get hurt.

once everything was done and on the table, you all sat down.

but then just as you were ready, the lights went out.

and that kind of freaked you out, because i mean, yeah.

AND THEN YOU SAW A SINGLE LIGHTSABER TURN ON.

so you turned the lights back on and yelled at clint for scaring you.

and then you all ate together :)

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pyromegalomaniac · 1 year

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…hi there! I love your writing style neighbor! I was wondering if you could write a welcome home fic for me!! Wally x a gn reader that Uses music to express emotion, like they always have headphones on and communicate with signals and when others don’t understand they get frustrated? Maybe Wally witnesses them and the reader FINALLY takes off their headphones and talks?

-⭐️star anon ⭐️

This is such a cute idea star anon!! Thanks for saying you like my style!! I wouldn't say I have them on quite to this degree, but I do have my headphones in pretty often!! I know at least one person (*cough cough* mother-) that would consider it a genuine problem, heh. I hope I can use my experience to write this fic for you!! Enjoy!!

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Sing me to Sleep🍎🎧🎵

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It was such a nice day out, I just had to have the perfect music to match. Something cheery and bouncy, that made me want to swing my legs on the park bench I was sitting on.

I took a deep breath in and tasted the fresh air, clean and sweet. The picture perfect day with the perfect soundtrack. I wondered if I took off my headphones if I'd hear birdsong.

But before I could entertain that thought any further, I spotted a figure on the sidewalk opposite me.

It was Julie in front of her house, practicing jump rope. I hopped off the bench and made my way over. She waved as I approached, smiling, and I waved back.

"What's the game today, y/n?" She asked.

I didn't respond, but I picked up a spare jump rope off the ground.

"Oh, sure, we can jump together! Bet you can't beat my best score! 47," she said smugly as she started jumping.

I jumped too, keeping in time with the beat of my music. I jumped until the song was over, and the next and the next...

I hadn't even realized until she was shouting and shaking my shoulder a bit that Julie was trying to talk to me. I turned around to see two hula-hoops in her arm.

After a moment of attempted communication I understood that she was offering me a hoop, and I took it. We hooped for a while, me with my eyes closed.

Eventually the weather turned sour somehow while I wasn't looking, because I felt a raindrop on my arm. I looked up, and sure enough there were clouds covering the sky. Julie was picking up her things and putting them away, and after I helped her get everything out of the rain I waved goodbye and started for my house.

I thought to myself that I could've helped her better. I knew it wasn't her fault, but if she could've understood that I would've stopped what I was doing to help her...

The rain had picked up to a drizzle, and I hoped I could make it. The song playing seemed to spur me on, with its fast tempo urging my feet to speed from a walk to a jog.

I heard something that wasn't my music, though. I slowed and turned my head to see one of my neighbors, Wally, struggling with a painter's easel in his front yard. He heard me approaching, apparently, because he turned to face me.

"Oh, y/n. You wouldn't mind kindly helping me get my masterpiece out of the rain, would you? It's not finished, and it would be such a shame if it got spoiled now..." He turned to face it and put his hand on his chin.

"I don't think I can carry it inside on my own and not smudge the paint. The canvas is just too big."

I put my hands on one side and looked across at him, and he turned to me and looked me in the eyes. I smiled at him, and he seemed to understand.

"Okay, I'll lift this side, and you get that one. Ready?"

We picked it up effortlessly, perfectly in sync. We took his painting inside and then all his supplies, and though we managed to save his artwork, his hairdo which he had clearly worked so hard to maintain had fallen from its pompador-like shape into something floppy and sad, covering over half his face.

"Well," he sighed. "I do very much appreciate it, neighbor. Thanks a lot for your help. Say," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"You're probably cold and wet. Would you like to come inside and I could make warm drinks?"

I nodded, and we headed inside to do just that. When I was seated at the table with my mug in my hand and Wally at the other end of the table, he smiled and thanked me again for helping him.

"How's your... oh, well, I suppose you're not one for conversation, are you y/n..."

I slid my headphones off my head, leaving them around my neck.

"It's delicious. Thank you very much."

Wally looked dumbfounded, his mouth open wide.

"Why... why, y/n! I'm very glad you like it! But... if you don't mind me asking... what made you decide to finally take those off?"

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"I like the sound of the rain."

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"And... if I may say, you have a very lovely voice."

"As do you, Wally."

I smiled.

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Here it is, star anon!! I was a bit stuck at the beginning but I think I found it at the end!! I think it turned out pretty cute, at least with Wally and the reader!! I tried to show that he was able to connect with them right away! I hope you liked it, I'd like to say thanks for requesting it!! I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!

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#pyro does ficlets #pyro does requests #pyro writes #welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x reader ficlet #julie joyful

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kunicute · 1 year

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imagine loser bf!kuni, silly little headcanons i came up with (maybe make a proper scenario later)

gn!reader x scaramouche

swearing

he would be shit at everything like he would try to play the electric guitar and fail to do so, he would just stick to the violin he was forced to learn at a young age by his mother 🤭 (asian things).

he would also have girls drooling over him and he would have no idea.

he would be so mean (like in a joking way) to you and still keep cute things to remind him of you; a phone charm u gave him ages ago, the cute drawings you send to him in class on post it motes, stickers that remind him of you.

loser bf!kuni who would be swooning over you and try to hide it, even when his cheeks are red and his heart pounding in his chest.

loser bf!kuni who buys you food everytime your sick and dont show up to school, after school he ends up at your front door with mcdonalds he bought for you.

he would be such a kpop stan, stanning groups like twice redvelevet txt and lesserafim. and he would be embarrassed to admit he likes super cheery songs (even if some of the lyrics are sad).

loser bf kuni who is seen weird and mean to everyone else except you (well hes a little mean <3)

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin x reader #kunikuzushi #kuni x reader #wanderer #genshin scaramouche #genshin wanderer #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #scara x you #gn reader #gender nuetral reader

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dwaynes-leather-jacket · 1 year

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{Prologue} Misty Boardwalks And Vampires, Oh My!

Dwayne x Fem!Reader

[A/N] Just a note, I use the fill in the blank method instead of Y/n, and reader is 18-19.

Word count: 1k

I sighed as my youngest brother dragged me through the crowded pier and onto the carousel that we'd been waiting in line for.

I didn't exactly want to be there, but it was yet again my turn to watch my siblings while my parents went out. I normally wouldn't complain, but it's a Friday night and the third time this week they've gone out, so I was at my wit's end and did the last thing I'd ever said I'd do.

"Please? Come on, it'll be fun!" My brother spoke, insisting I sat on a horse with him.

"I think I'll pass, but come on. Let's get you up." I replied and helped him get on a horse.

I couldn't entirely blame him, he was only eight.

I'm sure the other two are running around somewhere as well, but they're 16 and 13 so I'm trusting they won't go too far.

"Yay!" He smiled happily and adjusted himself on the horse.

The ride had just begun when a group pushed their way through whatever people were already on the carousel.

I kept a close eye on my brother, Silas as the group walked passed us, smirking and glaring at everyone.

Maybe the boardwalk wasn't such a good idea…

All was well until one of them stopped and turned to me, offering a soft smile and was about to speak when the others in his group started a fight and he hurried to see what was going on.

I'd be lying if I didn't admit he was handsome with his long dark hair and leather jacket. He actually stood out from his group, who were all blondes and rather loud at that.

Silas must've noticed my jaw dropped because he let out a chuckle and said, "It's not polite to stare, ____."

"Oh hush." I snapped out of my trance and smiled a little as the ride stopped to let the group off.

Apparently they caused problems often because the guard was on a first name basis with the one that was in front.

When the ride began again, I'd kept a grip on Silas and was beginning to unwind from a stressful week and enjoying the fresh air, only to pass the boy from earlier.

I thought surely I'd been seeing things until I saw him again as he seemed to have been watching us intently with a smirk.

When the ride ended, my heart was pounding. Something was off and I wanted nothing more than to grab the kids and go home, watching and glancing everywhere for whoever that boy was and wanting to avoid him and his group at all costs.

"Let's go find Jasper and Maxim." I suggested in a cheery voice, trying not to panic or alarm Silas of something wrong.

"Aww already? Can't we look at one more store?" He asked with sad eyes.

I looked at him and smiled a little. "Maybe one more while we look for the others, okay?"

"Okay!" He replied and I held his hand to keep him from getting lost.

"This is going to be a long night." I sighed to myself as we looked around for our brothers frantically.

"Are you lost?" I heard someone speak but chose to ignore it and keep walking, seeing as how we are in the murder capital of the world.

I walked a little further with Silas until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"I was asking you a question, miss." The voice spoke again and I glanced to see the group from earlier. Only this time, I'm assuming it was their leader that was speaking with a sly smirk.

"Oh, sorry. Um, no I'm not lost." I replied a little shaky and gripping my brother's hand tighter.

"That's not what it looks like. Are you looking for someone? We'd be more than happy to help." He continued.

"No thanks. I'm good." I replied coldly and continued walking.

The man followed and this time slung an arm around my shoulder causing me to shove him away and guard Silas from him.

"Leave me alone, you creep! I don't even know you!" I exclaimed defensively and staying between Silas and the man.

"Woah, hey. Calm down, I just thought you needed help. The name's David, by the way." He introduced himself and raised his hands to show he was harmless as the others walked towards him.

I didn't believe him and was about to speak when the boy from earlier whispered something to David.

"How rude of me. You're new here right? This is Dwayne." He introduced the boy and slapped him on the back, shoving him towards us a little.

Dwayne smiled a little an glared at David.

"I'm Paul and this is Marko." The other two blonds introduced each other with a wave of the hand.

"Nice to meet you all, but I really have to go." I replied and turned to leave, picking up Silas in the process.

"Oh? But we didn't even catch your name." David spoke as he followed me.

"I didn't throw it." I retorted and continued on my way.

He nodded his head, getting the picture and walked back to his group.

After a little while, I found Jasper and Maxim.

"There you guys are!" I let out an exasperated sigh. "Time to go." I commented.

Jasper nodded and grabbed Maxim by the collar. "Time to go, dude."

"Aw man!"

"Sorry boys, but it's getting late." I played it off and kept them close as we went to the parking lot and got in the car. I quickly locked the doors and let out a sigh of relief.

"You good?" Jasper asked worriedly.

"Yeah. Just some guys by the carousel made me a little jumpy." I explained in a whisper so Silas wouldn't hear.

Jasper nodded and we kept silent until I pulled out of the parking lot, unfortunately locking eyes with Dwayne as we left and I nearly crashed into a sign, no thanks to the mist that had rolled in.

I parked again and checked on my brothers to make sure they were okay and carefully made my way home.

Once we were home and I'd showered, I laid in bed but it only made things worse. I saw Dwayne's gaze everytime I close my eyes that night and though I was scared of them, I couldn't help but want to go back. Maybe I'd been wrong about them?

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#lost boys #lost boys dwayne #lost boys dwayne x reader #lost boys x reader #lost boys fanfic #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys #tlb #dwayne tlb #tlb dwayne #tlb dwayne x reader

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Loss (TW: loss of loved one)

@elliebee01 I hope you feel better soon, sending you love! TW: Reader dealing with the loss of a loved one

You were not fine.

Far from it.

You hadn't moved from the couch in 3 hours. Your face was unreadable. Whenever someone from the team asked how you were doing, you had slapped a smile on your face and told them you were just fine.

But you weren’t.

Your eyes were red and puffy, your face tender from wiping tears away quietly in your room. You didn’t cry once in front of anyone else; you didn’t want to burden anyone with what you were feeling.

There wasn't really a right way to deal with the loss of a loved one. Some people stayed in denial. Some felt anger. Some felt sadness. You felt...numb. Hollow. Empty. It wasn’t darkness. It was nothingness. It was so much worse.

One day you had them with you and then next day they were gone. You didn’t really have any time to process much; arrangements were made and before you could blink, it was the last time you would ever see them again. The team supported you as best as they could but you were moving along as if nothing had changed. You weren’t in denial...you knew they were gone. But...

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"Doll?" Bucky stood at your doorway, watching you carefully. He’d tried to talk to you multiple times but you pushed everyone away. “You okay?”

"I'm fine Bucky, really" You smiled, going about arranging your room, putting back the same things that were already in place repeatedly. Bucky watched your robotic movements, the smile on your lips didn’t match the blank empty hollowness in your eyes.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course!” Your voice sounded cheery but Bucky could hear the strain from your tired vocal chords. He stepped in your room, carefully closing the door behind him before making his way to the spotless desk you were diligently wiping.

“You know you’re not alone y/n, you don’t have to pretend everything’s okay”

“I know, but I just- I really am doing okay”

You went back to cleaning while Bucky smiled sadly; he knew you. You’d bottle everything on the inside, not wanting to burden others, keeping all your feelings to yourself instead. He took the duster from your hand, setting it aside while you looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to reach for it but he stopped you.

“Bucky, what are you-

“Come here”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug; He kept your head tucked under his chin, your face pressed against his chest. The second you felt his warmth, you could feel your eyes sting, your throat constricting.

“I-Bucky, honestly I-I’m f-fine” You swallowed thickly, trying to keep your lips from trembling but the longer he held you, the harder it was.

“I know” He whispered, gently stroking your hair, still not letting you go. “Just wanted to hold my best friend”

“M’fine, y-you don’t have to be here” You whispered, your voice trembling. You squeezed your hands, trying to stay strong but it only made everything worse, your body starting to shake.

“I know, I want to be here”

The longer you tried to keep you cries away, the more pain you felt. Bucky’s heart broke, hearing the first sob slip from your lips, your body unable to hold itself up while more wracked your body. He carefully carried you close to him, cradling your body against his while he laid down on your bed, pulling the covers over you both.

He held you the entire night, rubbing your back and kissing your hair while you switched between telling him about the happy memories you had and breaking down over and over again when you realized they were gone.

“M’sorry, I-I kept you up all night” You voice was hoarse, looking at the time; it had been hours since Bucky first came in and it was now the middle of the night.

“Y/n, you never have to be sorry, I’m here because I want to be. Always here for you my doll” He pulled you closer, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead. “All day, night, with all the hugs and kisses you need, I’m always here”

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aangstycareberrr · 1 year

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Partners, pt. 2

summary: college au / you and Kenma get paired up for a project together and fun stuff happens

kenma x reader

part 1 part 3

a/n: there’s gonna be one more part after this one i think

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You got ready for the party and were almost ready to head out, you looked over your makeup and your outfit in the mirror and took a quick picture before grabbing your keys and walking out. As you were locking your door you feel your phone vibrate in your hands. It’s a text from Kenma. “hey, just checking that your still coming?”, it makes you feel giddy to see his name on your phone, and the fact that he wants you to be there is enough to make you giggle out loud. You’re feeling a lot more confident than earlier so you decide to be a little flirty with your reply, “would you be sad if i wasn’t?“ You hit send and for a moment you question if you shouldn’t have said that. is it stupid, is he gonna think i’m dumb for flirting with him. but he almost immediately replies, with a simple “yeah”. you just stare at your phone, you weren’t expecting him to just concede and outright admit without a shadow of a doubt that he wants you there. it’s such a simple response and yet it plagues your thoughts for the entirety of way.

You walk through the door and look around, the place is packed and you couldn’t remember the last time you went to a party this big, actually you weren’t sure you ever had. You spotted the kitchen, which was significantly less crowded, and walked over to make yourself a drink, you’re going to need it to get through tonight, you thought. As you pour vodka and sprite into a solo cup you hear your name.

“Y/n!“ You look up to see Kuroo walking into the kitchen with another guy next to him who you feel like you vaguely recognize. You’re relieved to see a familiar face but you’re mostly just thinking about where Kenma might be.

“i’m glad you could make it, and i’m not just saying that because you’re the reason i convinced Kenma to come to one of these parties.”, he says jokingly, but it still makes you happy to hear.

“Thank you for the invite, honestly this is a bit out of my comfort zone but i can tell there won’t be a dull moment.”, you say as you watch a group of guys holding the biggest dude you’ve ever seen by his ankles to do a keg stand. Kuroo laughs and says “You got that right. Listen i’m gonna go get Kenma for you, he went to my room and told me to just come get him when you got here… don’t tell him i told you that.”, you laugh and the comment makes some of your nerves disperse. he really wants me here. Before walking off Kuroo mentions, “This is Bokuto, i’m gonna leave you with him while i fetch Kenma, and i promise he’ll keep you entertained.” As Kuroo walks off to get Kenma you turn to greet Bokuto, but he beats you to it. “Hey! it’s so nice to meet you, i feel like i know you from somewhere.”, he speaks excitedly and his cheery aura makes you feel at ease, that could also be the alcohol though. “i think so too actually! wait, are you in my english lit class?”

“YES! that’s it!! you’re the girl who sits in the front and always knows the answers to the professors weird and metaphorical questions!”, This makes you laugh, you remember Bokuto now. He sits a little further back than you, you’ve seen him doodling in his notebook during lectures.

“Hey wait, so you’re here for Kenma?”, You can’t decipher if the shock in his voice is good or bad. “Yeah i guess you could say that. Anything i should know?”, you say this in a light hearted tone, but secretly you are trying to get information. “I mean Kenma’s a good guy, i’m just a little shocked, he doesn’t really do this kind of thing.” “Parties or girls?” Before Bokuto can respond to your question Kenma walks into the kitchen with Kuroo.

He’s beautiful. You think as you watch him walk in, you can’t believe how attracted you are to him. He stands a couple feet away from you in the kitchen and smiles lightly at you. “Hi”, he greets. “Hi”, you respond, you both just stare at each other for a moment. Kuroo interrupts by clearing his throat and excusing Bokuto and himself, leaving you alone with Kenma. “Hi”, “hi”, you both repeat your greetings and laugh about it. you realize he’s staring at you and it makes you feel self-conscious until he says, “you look good.” He said it with a fond smile and looks down. “Thank you”, you smile back at him and suddenly you feel unfalteringly confident. “Can i show you outside? it’s a bit quieter and the pool is nice to look at at night.” You agree and you guys walk outside together.

It is indeed quieter outside and you mentally thank Kenma. there’s a few people sprawled out on some patio furniture and a guy and a girl sitting with their feet in the water. Other than that, it’s pretty desolate. You take a moment to look at the pool and how the light reflects on it. “It is nice to look at.”, you say to Kenma. You guys sit next to each other by the edge of the pool. “So you live here?”, you ask Kenma. He scrunches his nose up and says “no, i hang out here every now and then because of Kuroo but, a frat isn’t my idea of a comfortable living space.” “Yeah i didn’t think you were the frat type.”

“I’m not sure how i should take that.”, Kenma said in a playfully defensive tone

“It’s not a bad thing. Like i just know i wouldn’t be able to do it. i enjoy being around people but some days i definitely need to be in hermit mode and recharge my social battery. I just get the feeling that we might be similar in that regard.” You look at him when you finish talking and notice he’s staring at you like he’s thinking about saying something. Finally, he says, “i want to show you something”

He stand and leads you towards a corner on the far side of the patio and you hesitate for a bit before following him until you reach a ladder leaned against the side of the house. “i really like climbing onto the roof sometimes, it’s pretty much the only part of this house that’s consistently peaceful.”

You consider him for a moment, mentally weighing the pros and cons of going to a secluded area with a guy you basically just met. Something about Kenma makes you feel safe, you know it’s because he’s conventionally attractive, but you let yourself indulge for a bit and climb the ladder. Kenma climbs up behind you and you wonder if he’s looking up your skirt or being respectful, you don’t know which one you prefer. When you get to the top you notice a lawn chair with a blanket thrown over it. “that’s usually where i sit when i’m up here.” Kenma walks over and removes the blanket from over the chair, and then sprayed it out on the floor for you both to lay one. You sit on it as you dangle your feet off the edge of roof. from here you get a clear view of the couple down by the pool. They’re sitting close together but not actually touching, they’ve been giggling and they both seem nervous in a cute way, so you draw the conclusion that they’re not officially a couple. “They’ve both been dying to kiss each other this whole time.”, you say. Kenma laughs but looks a little confused, so you feel the need to clarify, “i like to people watch”. Kenma nods in understanding and then says, “actually i think he’s a lot more into her than she is, i like to people watch too.” You smile at this and then respond, “What makes you say that?”

“His body is turned towards her but she’s just facing the pool, and she’s always the first to break eye contact, like she’s avoiding him trying to kiss her.”

You laigh incredulously at him, “ok, i’m impressed.” You both laugh together and the atmosphere is light and playful and makes you feel giddy.

Conversation flows smoothly after this. You guys talk about your majors, your hometowns, families, high school, and everything under the sun. He tells you about his hobbies and the small company that he’s thinking of starting, you tell him about your passions and aspirations. He’s easy to talk to and he makes you laugh and laughs at your jokes as well. Everything about him makes you want to kiss him, but you don’t want to jump the gun. At some point along the way you guys have scooted even closer together and your thighs touch his. You’re so enthralled in conversation you don’t notice how much time has passed or the fact that it’s been hours. You weren’t expecting to stay this long and although you don’t mind, you didn’t feel totally safe walking back to your place so late at night. After taking a look at your phone and confirming the time, you regretfully say to him, “god this sucks, but i kinda should get going, it’s pretty late, and my place is a few blocks from here.” “I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to keep you. I didn’t even notice the time.”, he apologized but you quickly say, “No! don’t apologize, i enjoyed this.” It sounds so formal, you want to say it differently, you want to tell him that you’ve loved every minute spent with him, that he’s been so charming, that you want to see him again, but you bite your tongue, you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, but you’re bursting on the inside. He smiles at your comment and says “Can i walk you home?, and don’t say i don’t have to do that. i want to, if you’re comfortable with it.” You want to melt and hug him, but instead you just nod. “I’d like that.”

As you walk back to your place it’s quiet, but it’s not uncomfortable. He evokes this energy that makes being around him easy, like there’s no pressure to perform or act a certain way. You look at him from the corner of your eye and see him smiling at the ground. After a few minutes you arrive in front of your apartment building and you stop in front of it. “This is your place?”, “yeah? why’d you say it like that?”, “Oh it’s just, i live in that building.”, he points to the building across the street from yours, it’s literally 10 feet away. You’re not sure if this makes you happy or nervous but you just laugh, he joins you in this. You guys stare at each other and you know you’re just stalling having to walk away from him, you want to spend the whole night just talking to him, or even just sitting in silence with him.

“Thank you for walking me.” “it’s, no problem, apparently we were going the same way”, he says jokingly. Not being able to stall any longer, you say goodbye to him and turn to walk into your building. “hey”, he calls. You turn back to look at him and he gets a lot closer to you, inches from your face. You look up at him with slightly wide eyes and he says “Can i kiss you?”, you nod and he leans in. It’s slow, and sweet. He rests one hand on your waist while the other cups your face. Your hands go around his shoulders, meeting at the nape of his neck where you play with the ends of his hair. His lips are a little chapped but you don’t care. he’s an amazing kisser. He pulls away for a second before placing one last quick peck on your lips. You stare up at him and smile. He’s lightly laughing and before you can ask why, he tells you, “I was so nervous to do that”, you laugh with him and are even more charmed by his giddiness. You feel like a teenage girl who just had her first kiss. You guys finally part and he tells you he’ll text you. You walk up to your apartment and and start laughing, it’s been a while since you felt the childlike innocence of a crush and all the little joys that come with it.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, it’s a text from Kenma: “i’m home :)”

#kenma x reader #kozume kenma x reader #kenma imagine #kenma #kozume kenma #kenma scenario #hq kenma #hq x reader #hq #haikyuu au #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #hq kuroo #bokuto koutarou #hq nekoma #kenma fluff

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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Day 27: Right Where You Left Me, Kili Durin

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Fanfic, gn! reader

Angst, bittersweet ending

Word count: 2657

Tw: Mentions of alcohol, mutual pining, lost lovers, infidelity but not really.

Summary: After your marriage with Fili, Kili begins to distance himself. After weeks, it becomes to much for you and you go to seek him out. A bittersweet moment of mutual pining is shared, before you finally part ways.

Pt. 2 of Wildest Dreams

“Friends break up, friends get married Strangers get born, strangers get buried Trends change, rumors fly through new skies But I'm right where you left me.”

It had been months since the ceremony. It was an elaborate party, to say the least, and though you were supposed to enjoy yourself, you could not bring yourself to. The dwarves of Erebor had looked at you differently than they usually did, and with good reason, of course. You had been a part of the royal family now. Yet, not in the way you had always hoped.

Kili had been - distant. You knew why, by all means, but it hurt. And the first few days had been the worst by far. He didn’t show up in your room anywhere, which would have been understandable, since you now share one with his brother. But the cold air that greeted you after a long meeting seemed even colder now. You had waited at your spot at Ravenhill often, but not once did the dwarf you had been longing for showed up.

The times you saw him, were during royal speeches, meetings, and - occasionally - parties. But he did not speak to you, lest he needed to. And when he did, they were short; only cutting to that which was important. No “how are you” or any teasing remarks you were used from him.

Fili had noticed as well, and encouraged his brother to not let each other become strangers, but he would simply walk away. His talks with Fili had been the same as always, yet less cheery. It was you he simply could not be around anymore.

“Matches burn after the other Pages turn and stick to each other Wages earned and lessons learned But I, I'm right where you left me.”

According to whispers in the mountain, he was often seen in a pub in Laketown. The very same one you used to visit with him during, and after, the reclaiming of Erebor. But you dared not interrupt him. He seemed to want some time to think, and you could not bring yourself to not let him have that.

And so, you slowly began to wallow away as well.

Fili had done his absolute best in showering you in love and affection, offering you comfort when needed, warm arms, and light kisses. But regardless of what he tried, it did not stop your worry for Kili. Nor did it keep you from wanting him.

There would be days you would not attend any meetings. And Fili, being the loving husband, stepped in for you, leaving you to rest. It hadn’t been fair to him. You hadn’t been fair to him. This was your life now, and you could have had a lot worse than the blond prince. You knew you had to learn how to live with that everlasting pity.

“Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight".”

In Kili’s eyes, you had changed as well after the marriage. He wished his brother the best, as he wished for you, but the grieving pit in his heart seemed to swallow him whole. It was true what they said; the dwarf often returned to that pub in Laketown. Not to drown in liquor to get rid of the pain, or to find flings at the tables. He simply sat there, ordering a single ale for the entire night. His eyes were set on the table in front of him, all noise seemed to escape his ears, and his mind ran away.

To a time when he was still with you. Where he would run with you through the forests, throwing you into lakes and forcing you into trees. A time when his family still teased him about his love for you. When no one knew what the painful future held for him.

The people at the pub, and in the town, knew all too well where he would sit and when. It would always be empty, just for him. But no one seemed to make a connection between the new dwarven royalty and the youngest prince.

“I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop Right when I felt the moment stop Glass shattered on the white clothEverybody moved on.”

He remembered the day his uncle told him the news. You had not even known yet. It was already discussed amongst family members, even after they knew about you and Kili. He had sat in this exact spot, where he would usually sit with you.

He had thought his uncle was making some sort of sick joke, and refused to believe it at first. But the next evening you sat there with him, tears in your eyes as you brought the news to him. And ever since, that had been the only thing replaying in his mind. No matter how hard he tried to think of anything else.

The glass in his hand had fallen to the ground, as his arm helplessly fell into the abandoned meal in front of him. Tears ran down his eyes, his bottom lip quivering as he tried to form a good response. But the same, crestfallen expression on your face was enough to let him break.

“I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared.”

And since the coronation, he had sat there every night, secretly hoping someone would walk up to him to shake him out of this horrid dream. To tell him it was indeed all one sick joke. You were not married, you still had him. You still sat in front of him, that ever joyful smile on your face.

Glasses never shattered, hearts were never broken, and tears were never shed. After weeks of sitting there in futile attempts, he kept returning with that same hope.

“Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever.”

Unbeknownst to him, you had returned your evenings to the ramparts of Erebor. Where you had sat directly after defeating Azog and his armies. His arm was wrapped around you tightly, his head buried in your hair as he mindlessly placed kisses on top of it. Snow had fallen, yet it were the bodies that decorated the floor.

But you had survived, as had he, and for that short moment, it was enough. Anxiety finally released its grip on your body, and adrenaline faded. And though you were exhausted, bruised, and beaten, you had never considered yourself more relieved. It was a moment you would travel back to often.

“You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever.”

Fili knew where you ran off to every night, but you never told him why. Sometimes, he’d sit there with you, holding you as his brother once had. And his arms were different, but comforting nonetheless. It was your reminder that, regardless of how bleak everything looked, you were not alone.

The cold nights where you would sit on those ramparts with Fili, Kili would be in a warm pub. But where you were filled with comfort in frozen air, Kili lingered blue in pleasant ambiance. It was an awful contrast, almost taunting. You could never get it off your mind.

“Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it She's still 23 inside her fantasy How it was supposed to be.”

It was only a matter of weeks before words finally began to travel through the mountain. About the joyful prince who had lost his light, and the consort to the heir of the throne, who seemed more silent than anything, were they ever to be seen.

You had held conversations with Fili, Thorin, Dís. Hell, even your own family had things to remark. You weren’t going to mention it. You really weren’t.

Until Kili failed to show up to a party, thrown in the light of a new royal advisor. He had never been one to miss any party, regardless of the circumstances.

“Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it She's still 23 inside her fantasy And you're sitting in front of me.”

He still sat there, the same ale in his hand, his eyes glued to the table. No sound entered his mind. It was as if he had gone completely blank. You supposed he hadn’t been doing the best, but now was the first time you truly saw him. Without the constant facade.

He hadn’t heard you coming, nor announcing your presence. Not even as you sat down on the chair in front of him. No. It wasn’t until you grabbed his hand, that he seemed to stir awake.

Dazed, he looked up at you, blinking once, then twice. His eyes ran back to your hand, before silently retreating his own.

“At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right.”

“Ki,” You began, but he cut you off.

“Why are you here?”

Swallowing harshly at the sudden words, delivered in a speech so broken, you took back your hand. You fiddled with the edges of your coat, hesitating over your speech.

“You were not at the party.” You simply spoke, settling on your words.

“Didn’t know we had one,” He shook off, but you knew he was lying. You weren’t going to pry. You were there for comfort. Fili had been there, but you figured Kili might need someone else.

The silence was painful, and heavy with angst. You did not know what to say, for he obviously did not want you there. But he wasn’t ushering you away just yet.

“Does Bard still drink here?” You began, trying to start a conversation, but once more, Kili was quick to interrupt.

“Will you stop it?”

“I want to help.” You argued gently. Your voice wasn’t angered, nor on edge. But Kili’s was.

“You cannot.”

“I, I could feel the mascara run You told me that you met someone Glass shattered on the white cloth Everybody moved on.”

His eyes glossed over, staring at his lap as he sat his mug down.

Another silence.

“I am happy for you,” He ultimately stated, followed by a deep sigh. “I am happy for my brother. I truly am. You deserve the best.”

You only nodded at him, knowing it was his time to talk now. And you were going to let him. For the entire night, would he want it.

“I just wish it could have been me.” He confessed quietly.

Your heart broke at his words, your eyebrows set in a sympathetic glance. You should have known better than to voice your feelings aloud in a crowded pub, but you were here for him. Not for the others around you.

“It was you.” You confided, setting your elbows on the table to gain his attention. “I want you to know that it has always been you.”

“Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight".”

“But now you share his hand,” Kili sighed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his seat. “And I know it isn’t your fault, nor is it my brother’s, but I wanted it to be. And now, it shall never be me.”

His voice cracked slightly as he wiped his eyes, washing away the tears that threatened to spill. You knew there were no words you could utter that could bring him the comfort he needed - and deserved. This was something he’d had to get through alone.

But it pained you too much to simply leave him like this.

“In another life, we wouldn’t have been separated.” You offered, a sincere smile on your face, threatening to fall as his eyes met yours. They always say eyes are the windows to the soul. And if that was true, there was not much left, save for pain and misery.

Again, you felt a tug on your heartstrings, your throat growing heavy.

“I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair I'm sure that you got a wife out there Kids and Christmas, but I'm unaware 'Cause I'm right where.”

“In another life, I never would’ve let you go,” He whispered, his hands shaking as his bottom lip nearly gave out. “I would have courted you that day we met. I wouldn’t have waited until it was too late. I was foolish not to act on my instincts.”

Grabbing both his hands, you took them on the table, rubbing reassuring circles on the backs of them, doing your best to soothe the dwarf in front of you.

“No, you weren’t.”

He didn’t respond verbally. He merely shook his head at you, punishing himself for what could have been, and what he could have done. But it was nowhere near his fault.

A strong squeeze of your hands threw his attention back onto you.

“I’ve had the best time with you Kili, and I would have given everything to do it all over again. But with a different ending. We couldn’t have predicted this.”

“I cause no harm, mind my business If our love died young, I can't bear witness And it's been so long But if you ever think you got it wrong.”

His hands turned, intertwining your fingers with his as he clasped all four of them together, leaning his head against them. Though his head was lowered, you could see the tears falling down his face, landing on the wooden table, painting the material lightly

“I love you,” He mumbled, so quietly, you wondered if you had even heard him correctly. But he confirmed your suspicions when he spoke again.

“Always have.”

“I know,” You whispered, playing with his fingers gently, as if they would break in your hold. “I love you too. And it breaks my heart to see you like this.”

His head rose, his eyes red and his cheeks puffed. You silently asked yourself if he always sat like this. Or would he simply be staring out into the empty spaces in front of him? Leaving him had been the worst thing you’d ever had to do, but seeing him now, only made everything hurt more.

“I just want to hold you.” He croaked out.

You couldn’t. You knew that. He knew that. It was a wish spoken aloud. Too late, and too far gone. Releasing your hands, you stood back up, a remorseful look set on your face. Forcing the lump in your throat back, you walked up to him, holding out your hand for him.

“Will you join me?”

“I'm right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever.”

He stared at the hand, not doing anything else. There didn’t even seem to be any hesitance on his face. He simply shook his head, turning back to the ale, that was long forgotten on the table.

“Please.” You pleaded.

Kili shook his head again, picking up the drink and twirling it in his hand, staring at it mindlessly. He seemed too far gone, as you had found him. But you had to return before your absence was noted. They’d ask even more questions.

One last look was thrown Kili’s way, but he remained in his seat, finally giving you the call.

“I think I’ll stay.”

“You left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever.”

#november writings 2022 #Kili #Kili Durin #tolkien #the hobbit #kili x reader #kili imagine #Aidan turner

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Live With Me - Chapter 13

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Upon Lucy’s guidance, Lena is taking Kara home. She doesn’t think it’s going to help anyone if she stays at CatCo because honestly, there’s nothing Kara can do there. She can’t work on any new articles until her name has been cleared, a task that Cat is currently working on.

Kara is sitting silently in the passenger seat while Lena drives, her face obscured from her so she can’t see the forlorn look she’s got going on because she’s all too aware of how much Lena hates seeing her sad. Lena can sense it though, she knows she can because whenever it’s safe to do so, she reaches over and rests her hand on her thigh, just above her knee as though to remind Kara she’s doing it to comfort her, not to hint to anything else, not that Kara would have thought that anyway but it’s little things like this that make her realize just how lucky she is to have Lena fighting in her corner each and every day.

“I know we’ll probably figure it all out and I know we have a really good team but this one scares me," Kara admits, her voice so quiet Lena has to strain to hear it.

There’s only one appropriate and truthful response. “It scares me too. Terrifies me actually.”

Kara finally turns her head towards Lena and lets her see her tear-stained cheeks. “Before, they took my home, my privacy, my safety, a lot of things. Now they’ve taken my reputation and my name. There’s not much more for them to take and I can’t have them take you, Lena. I would die.”

“Nobody is taking either of us from each other. I would fight every last one of them to the death before I let that happen, darling. I love you too much.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Lena holds Kara’s hand tightly in her own pulling it to rest on her own thigh so Kara can keep a grip on her even when she has to let go of it to drive safely. “I will always be with you and I will always protect you, no matter what.”

“I love you.” Kara’s words come out wet, broken almost, yet decisive.

“I love you,” Lena says, the truest words ever spoken.

Lena bundles Kara up on the couch with some random documentary set on the TV for them to use as background noise. Both of their phones are on the coffee table in front of them, both facing up with their ringers on so they can hear them when they inevitably get calls to update them on their situation. For now though, they just have to wait. At least cuddling on a couch in a mess of blankets isn’t the worst way to wait for news that could hit them like a bullet to the brain.

Kara is clinging to Lena like she might disappear at any moment and periodically sniffles. Lena can’t help but think that it’s about time she gave in and let herself be something other than brave. Even when she was in the hospital, she was too busy being brave to admit to her true feelings, the fear she must have felt, is still feeling. It’s all toppled her over the edge now though, she’s there.

She’s tucked into Lena’s side, her cheek pressed to her shirt and her chest heaving as she tries to control her sobs that just won’t stop no matter how hard she tries.

Lena’s heart is breaking. She can feel the rhythmic movement in Kara’s shoulders as she cries silently and the way she’s pressing herself into her side with such force. There’s nothing she can do at this exact moment that could make her feel better because what’s out there is out there now, they can’t go back in time and stop Snapper from doing what he did, no matter how much they wish that were possible.

One phone lights up and plays a cheery little tune that is far too happy for the situation followed by the other phone and both of them launch themselves forward so they can grab their respective phone. They almost fall off the couch completely since their legs are tucked beneath them but luckily, Kara manages to slip one foot free that stabilizes the entwined pair.

Their brief panic about falling flat on their faces is pushed aside quickly in favour of reading the new message that’s sitting on both of their phones from Alex.

Cat is calling an emergency press conference in two hours. You’re welcome to come or to stay home, no pressure. She’s telling the whole story and then releasing the original article on the CatCo website for all to see.

Lena peers over at Kara’s screen to see if she got the same message too. “What do you think?”

Kara sighs, pushing her phone back onto the coffee table. “I think that if we go we’ll be a zoo exhibit for everyone to stare at.”

Lena doesn’t follow Kara’s lead with the phone, she keeps hers firmly in her hand so she can respond to Alex’s message. “We can just watch it from here, it will be on pretty much every news channel there is anyway.”

Kara nods. “Yeah, I don’t think it would serve us well to go, besides, I don’t want to be in a crowded area out where anyone could try and kill me again. Do you?”

At the very thought, Lena’s eyes grow wide. “I hadn’t even thought about that. You’re not leaving the house, in fact, I think I’m going to wrap you up in bubble wrap and keep you tucked here where nothing can ever hurt you.”

“As lovely as that sounds, that’s also kind of creepy.”

Lena’s nose scrunches up adorably. “Yeah, I guess it is. We’ll settle for blankets then.” Lena tucks the blanket around them a little better from where it slipped from them moving to get their phones. “I’ll let Alex know we’re staying here.”

“Thank you.”

Lena kisses her forehead in lieu of a response, glad to see that the tears have slowed to nothing and her cheeks are finally drying.

Kara makes a point of focusing on the TV screen, watching as they are shown a pyramid in a shot that was obviously taken by a drone by the high angles and swooping shot. It’s impressive. Two hours is a long time when you’re waiting for something so she’s set to keep her ass parked here and just mindlessly watch this documentary that actually looks kind of interesting.

As for Lena, she doesn’t care where she is as long as she gets to stay by Kara’s side. It seems as though every time it seems as though the whole mess of a situation can’t get worse, it somehow finds a way, the goalposts moving every time they are almost at the end. It’s impossible for them to come up with a reasonable way to end this.

They wander back to the couch, a cup of hot tea each in hand. Kara was going to go and make it alone but Lena refused to leave her side, not that she was admitting that, she just offered to help and refused to take no for an answer. Kara could see right through it but she certainly wasn’t going to complain, nothing makes her feel safer than when she’s with Lena. She’s always been her home, the place she’s most comfortable, now, she’s just spending as much time at home as she can, letting the warmth calm her.

The TV is switched to the news so they can be ready to see the press conference live. They still have a few minutes so Kara sends a quick message to Cat to wish her good luck and apologize for not being there in person.

Cat totally ignores the apology but does respond to the message.

Only talentless people require luck.

“I don’t think we need to worry too much, Cat’s in fine form.” Kara tilts her phone screen towards Lena so she can see the message.

Lena snickers. “Good, let’s see if she can use her Cat Grant charm to win a few people over.”

“Normally, I’d say that she’s going to ace this but she’s going up against the government, that’s a huge undertaking that might be too much for even her.”

“I think that if there’s anyone that can go up against the government, it’s her.”

Kara hums. “Probably. It’s still a massive undertaking though.”

Lena sips her tea this is still way too hot and burns the tip of her tongue. She grunts at the searing pain. “Ow, that’s hot, don’t drink it yet.” She places her cup down. “You’re right though, it is a massive undertaking.”

Their attention is grabbed by the news anchor on the TV as they start talking about the article and the press conference.

“A shocking article was released by CatCo magazine, specifically written by the CEO Cat Grant, and it was one shocking story of a reporter abusing their power in the press to get their partner, a very prominent CEO, the head of L-Corp, ahead. We’re going to be diving into the full story so stay tuned.”

“Well, that’s not a good start.”

“They’ll change their minds once Cat has spoken. They can’t hold her to words she never wrote and she’s going to publish the actual article too so they will see the truth.”

Kara frowns, her lips pulled down and her eyebrows furrowed low. “As long as they don’t see the truth and assume it’s not just some elaborate cover-up and they assume that Cat is in on it, effectively ruining her reputation and her career too, oh god, I can’t let her do this.”

Lena grabs Kara’s hands as soon as she starts frantically searching through the mess of blankets to try and find her phone so she can call Cat and try and talk her out of speaking, not that it would do any good because Cat would probably tell her to shut up and leave her alone but because Kara is getting herself panicked and it’s not going to help.

“Stop, she won’t change her mind. She knows the risks, Kara and you know that she’s not just doing it for you. She’s doing it because above all else, Cat values journalistic integrity and the pursuit of the truth. She’s not going to let someone publish lies under her name so we just have to sit back and let her do her thing. It’s all we can do.” Lena finds her phone first and moves it aside so she can’t grab at it.

“But—”

“No, no buts. We have to let Cat handle this one.”

Kara’s lips pull down so low that Lena has to stop herself from laughing at how much she looks like Grumpy Cat, it’s adorable.

“I’m nervous,” Kara admits. “I’m so scared of what’s going to come from this press conference and I know that I shouldn’t care what people think of me but the thought of so many people hating me and thinking I set this whole thing up just to help you get ahead with L-Corp makes me really uncomfortable.”

Lena leans her head against Kara’s. “That’s normal, darling. It upsets me to think about all the people that hate me just because of my family name and I know that I shouldn’t care what people think but it still hurts. It’s perfectly normal to want people to like you and it’s perfectly ok to be feeling what you’re feeling.”

Kara’s face is scrunched as she’s deep in thought, only smoothed out when her attention is grabbed by the press conference starting.

Together, they track Cat’s movements across the stage, barely blinking all the while. She stands up behind the podium looking ten feet tall, just radiating pure confidence, her face a show of rage and frustration, something a lot of the press they can see are clearly taking note of, some of them even looking afraid.

Cat doesn’t answer a single question that is being thrown her way, instead, she starts off with a speech explaining exactly what happened starting with the article that was published, the way it was changed and then released, and then the true story. She doesn’t pay attention to the people calling her a liar or even the people cheering for her, she just announces that the true article will be published in due course and then leaves the stage, letting everyone left there sit in the aftermath of the bombshell she just dropped on them.

“Well, I have to give it to her, that woman certainly knows how to give a speech.” Lena mumbles.

“Damn. I’ve seen her give a great number of speeches and talk at an ungodly number of conferences but that was one of her best.” Kara mumbles.

The screen changed from showing the podium to flickering back to the news anchors sitting behind a desk. They look dumbfounded and one is fidgeting with a stack of papers in front of them, smoothing them out and making sure they are all lined up.

“Well, that was quite the story, let’s discuss the two sides of the story.” One announces and Lena shuts off the TV.

“I don’t think we need to watch this now. Drink your tea and let’s wait for any word from our people over at CatCo.”

Kara leans over to get her phone from the other side of Lena. “Or we could just call—”

“Nope.” Lena moves it further away. “They have a lot on their plates. We either wait for them to call us or we go back to the office so you can see what happens first-hand.”

Kara grabs her cup, downs the contents in one go and stands up. “Get that booty moving then, I want to see how it all plays out so let’s head back to CatCo.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Lena replies, her face the epitome of unamused.

Kara drags her up, pressing her cup into her hand to drink. It’s still slightly too hot but at least this time it doesn’t burn her mouth.

Before Lena can stop her, Kara is rushing upstairs to the bathroom to freshen up, probably so she can fix her eyeliner which is smudged from where she was crying earlier. It’s pretty obvious that she’s skipping back to the Kara that is burying herself back into her work rather than letting herself get caught in the riptide of despair.

Lena trudges after her, walking in as Kara is reapplying her makeup, her hands steady and her breathing even. If Lena didn’t know better, she’d think that Kara is the most put-together person on the planet. “Hey, we don’t have to, you know? We can just stay in and not think about any of it for the rest of the day.”

“No,” Kara says firmly. “I need to do this. I need to be there and fighting for myself and for the truth. I can’t leave this unfinished.”

“Have I ever told you how brave, kind and admirable I think you are?” Lena’s eyes are soft as they bore into Kara’s through the mirror as she looks over her shoulder and sweeps her pretty blonde hair to one side. She presses a single kiss to the space between her neck and her shoulder.

“I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.” Kara smiles, tilting her head to one side as Lena’s chin comes to rest on her shoulder.

“Well, I think you’re the bravest, kindest, most admirable and loving person I’ve ever met and I love you.” Lena presses chaste kisses to her cheek.

Kara turns her head enough to look her in the eye without using the mirror. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken; I believe you’re the person on the planet with the best of those attributes. I love you too though.”

Lena giggles. “I’ll agree to disagree. Now, come on, shift your butt, let’s get going.”

Kara rolls her eyes and finishes up, letting Lena pull her by her hand all the way to the car and huffing when she has to let go so they can get inside. Once they are on their way, Kara calls ahead to Alex so they can come into the building through the back since the whole front side of CatCo is littered with reporters, a sight that is kind of strange given that it’s literally a media company, how they think they’ll get a comment from them knowing that they are professionals in the business is crazy.

Nia is waiting for them just inside and snaps the door closed behind them as soon as they are through it so nobody can sneak inside or follow them. “Are you guys ok?”

“We will be,” Kara answers. “Is everyone upstairs?”

“Yeah, they have sort of made basecamp in your office since it’s the most private. Sorry about that.” Nia looks kind of awkward telling them that.

Kara starts up the stairs. They have to get up a couple of flights before they can get to the elevators. “That doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. Come on.”

It might only be a couple of flights of stairs but all three of them are breathing heavily by the time they are up them and unfortunately for them, they don’t get the elevator to themselves, a few of their co-workers also heading up to the bullpen too.

They side-eye them, not saying a word, and it makes them a little awkward but Kara gets it, she’d probably be doing the same thing if this happened to someone else in the office. It’s a very strange thing to happen and there are no set rules for how someone should respond to it, it does sting a little anyway though.

Once they shuffle out of the elevator and through the bullpen, they see looks of confusion and pity being thrown their way from every direction but nobody says a word to them, there are a few whispers between desks but that’s it. They head up to Kara’s office, letting themselves in to be greeted by Cat glaring at them for entering without permission before realizing who it is.

“Oh, so you have returned. I wasn’t sure you would.”

“I felt like I should be here. This is my fight as much as it is yours, Ms Grant.”

Cat hums thoughtfully. “I guess it is.”

Kara nods firmly and looks around at the three other people she has yet to greet, Winn, Alex and Lucy. “Hey, guys.”

“Hey,” Alex calls out, patting the empty seat beside her since she can’t sit in her own office chair because Cat is there and is obviously not about to move for her. “Come sit.”

Kara does as she’s told, nodding to the chair opposite her and beside Lucy for Lena to sit down too, which she does, daintily crossing her legs and placing her purse down beside her in a manner totally different from the way she so carelessly snuggled up to her on the couch earlier, her badass CEO façade in place to show that she means business.

“So, where are we at?” Kara asks.

“Well, we’ve hit another brick wall,” Alex replies carefully. “We’re trying to gather as much proof as we can because while we’ve persuaded a lot of people that we’re telling the truth, just as many people are calling for more information because of who we’re fighting. Not a lot of people want to believe that you’re being targeted and given your family, Lena, people really want to believe that you’re doing some shady shit on the side.”

“That’s not surprising.” Lena sighs. “I better make a couple of calls to L-Corp and make sure I’ve got my bases covered there.”

“You can use the office I’ve been using in the legal department, come on, I’ll show you where it is.” Lucy offers, standing to direct Lena there.

Lena looks over her shoulder at Kara, asking her a silent question.

“I’ll be fine. Go.” Kara sends her what she hopes to be a reassuring smile.

Lena smiles at her, nodding. “Ok, I won’t be long.”

Cat groans the second the door shuts behind them. “The pair of you are disgusting.”

“Thank you,” Kara says, understanding the statement for what it is, a comment on how openly they love each other and the levels of love there are between them.

“Mmhmm. Now onto business. We no longer have the footage of Snapper breaking into your office.” Cat’s eyes go cold. “Witt’s computer thingy was wiped clean remotely.”

Winn pipes up. “It’s Winn and it was my hard drive. Do you still have the USB drive?”

“Yeah, I hid it.” Kara shrugs. “It’s best it stays hidden until we actually need it because if they can wipe data remotely, we don’t want to plug it into a computer that can get hacked at any second.”

“Good point.” Winn mumbles. “I can probably secure a computer but it will take me a long time to do. My laptop at home is pretty secure but would still need more protections, this is the government we’re talking about, not just some newbie hacker.”

“I actually might know someone that can help.” Nia pipes up.

All eyes turn to Nia, the woman standing beside the door looking skittish, her fingers laced together in front of her.

Kara tilts her head curiously. “Who?”

Nia shrugs. “My boyfriend.”

Cat tuts, leaning back in her chair. “I don’t think your boyfriend is going to be of any help, Bambi. Your pretty brown eyes might get him to help you download Netflix onto your laptop for you but I doubt he can prevent the government from hacking into our data.”

Nia clears her throat and looks down at her shoes. “Actually, he works in IT…for the government. His entire job is protecting computers from hackers.”

Cat jumps to her feet. “Why didn’t you say so? Get him here now.”

Nia startles and for a second, Kara thinks she’s about to jump two metres in the air from the shock of Cat’s sudden movements but she just fumbles with her phone and skedaddles out of the room just as Lucy returns.

“Some people sit on their resources for far too long.” Cat mutters, sitting back down. “Lucy, what is our current status with the public?”

Lucy looks down at the tablet in her lap that she’s been using to track the outcome of the press conference. “Well, it looks like people are slowly being swayed, especially by the fact that the article was in your name and you were the one to renounce it but there are still sceptics. There’s a lot of people crying out for proof though so we need to get Nia’s boyfriend on the case as soon as we can because the longer we take, the more people will get sceptical of our story.”

Alex breathes out heavily, drawing everyone’s attention, at which point she looks around confused. “What?”

“You’re being all huffy,” Kara answers.

“Well sorry being worried about my sister being framed for something she didn’t do.” Alex snaps before letting her shoulders sink. “Sorry, I just don’t know how to help you.”

“I know.” Kara leans into her side, wrapping an arm around Alex’s shoulders. “Why don’t you take a break? Maybe call Kelly?”

“Don’t try and use my girlfriend against me.”

Kara holds her hands up. “I’m not, I just thought it might put you in a better mood.” Alex frowns and her grumpiness is evident to everyone. “Just go. Maybe stop by a vending machine and get me a snack on your way back too.”

“Fine.” Alex leaves, her feet being extra stompy.

“Your sister is a piece of work.” Cat comments.

“I know. She’s great.”

Cat lets out a non-committal grunt and Lucy hides her snickers behind her hand. Kara is oblivious to their reactions, her focus shifting to some random puzzle game she has on her desk. She picks it up and plays with it for a few minutes while Cat types away at her laptop doing god knows what and while Lucy scrolls through comment after comment about everything that’s going on, screenshotting certain ones every now and again.

The soft melody of Cat’s fingers across her keyboard helps Kara to relax, the sound on the verge of prompting her to close her eyes and take a nap where she’s sitting, something she’d never be allowed to live down if she did. “Is there anything I can do?” She questions after a while. “Maybe I can help Lucy with tracking the public’s reactions?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. “Lucy clutches the tablet to her chest; somehow afraid Kara will be able to see the screen even when she’s halfway across the room. “Not all of the comments are nice, Kara.”

“Oh.”

Cat sighs. “If you want to be helpful then go and get the articles to be approved for tomorrow’s issue, I have only got so much time to keep this damn company going and we can’t falter on our publishing schedule, even with a missing, traitorous editor-in-chief. You’ve seen me do them thousands of times, you can help me complete them so tomorrow’s issue comes out as normal.”

Kara’s eyes light up. This isn’t just a job that will allow her to keep herself busy, this is the kind of job she’s watched Cat do countless times when she was her assistant, the kind of job Cat did herself most of the time because she scarcely trusts anyone else to do. Even with Snapper as her editor-in-chief, she would still often go over everything that had been approved and even some that were rejected so she can make her own decisions. Sure, she’s going to do it under Cat’s watchful eye but all the same, it’s a privilege.

She can’t help but think it’s born out of pity but honestly, she’s just so happy to be able to play a part that she can’t even find it in her to care so she rushes off to go and get the markups.

“Lucy, go with her.” Cat demands, not looking up from her screen.

Lucy would argue because she’s a lawyer, not an assistant but she’s being paid really quite well and well, she does care about Kara a tiny bit. That and Lois would kill her if she ever found out she wasn’t treating her husband’s little cousin right, so she stands up, drops her tablet on the chair she just vacated and speed-walks after her.

Kara flits between offices, gathering the articles that had been left on Snapper’s old desk. It seems that nobody knows where to put them so they have just been piling them there. There are a lot of them but that just means she gets to stay busy for longer so she cracks a tiny smile as she takes them.

As she’s coming out of the office, she sees a few people side-eyeing her, probably because she’s holding their articles when at the minute, a lot of people don’t even trust her with her own, but she ignores them, even jauntily waving at a couple of people that aren’t giving her the stink eye.

She gets a couple of waves in return, even winning a couple of people over with her kind eyes and natural charm. It’s as though people were expecting her to have gone full evil supervillain or something.

Lucy stays a few steps away from Kara, just watching as everyone on the floor eyes Kara up curiously, all of them trying to figure her out and being unable to. She does find it amusing to see Kara make them go from suspicious to subdued in just a fraction of a second though, it’s unlike anything she’s seen in a while. If she ever had to defend her in court, Kara is the kind of person that could win over a jury easily, not that she wants to see Kara having to defend herself in court, she’s too pure for that.

Kara heads right back to her office where Cat has moved her laptop to one side of the desk so Kara can perch on the other side of it with enough space to put the articles down, which she does and grabs a pen, getting right to work reading each one and separating them into piles of which are good to go, which are good if they have a few edits, which aren’t good enough to print and which are maybes.

The task works wonders in taking Kara’s mind off of everything well because she’s so focused on trying to make sure she does a good job. It works so well, in fact, that she barely registers Lena returning and sitting down just behind her until her hands are on her shoulders, just a light weight to announce her presence.

Kara recognises the gesture, it’s the same one she uses when she’s making breakfast in the morning with her earphones in so she doesn’t wake Lena up with her daily pump-up playlist that consists of a lot of Britney Spears and Backstreet Boys.

“Hey, everything ok at work?”

Lena opens her mouth to speak but then snaps it closed when she sees Cat tuck her hair behind her ears and peer at her. “I’ll tell you later.”

Cat rolls her eyes. “Whatever you say is off the record.” She waves her hand at them, unhooking her hair from her ears and setting her sights back on her work.

Kara looks between them, squinting at Cat for a moment before nodding to Lena to say that it’s safe for her to talk.

“L-Corp is in the shit,” Lena says bluntly. “It’s not looking good for us with everything that has happened, a lot of investors believe the fake article but luckily, I have a good legal team of my own which means that we can go for Lucas Carr ourselves and because CatCo isn’t at fault, he is, we can go after him directly without dragging CatCo through a horrendous legal battle, one that will go over better if a certain CEO would back us in our defamation lawsuit.”

“Whatever you need, it will help clear CatCo of any wrongdoing too. CatCo can’t sue any employees, it’s part of the contract, but there’s nothing saying I can’t be called as a witness, right Lucy?”

“Yep.” Lucy pops the ‘p’, barely listening, registering the words only after she’s responded, “I mean, I’ll have to look into it, get the whole legal team involved, but most likely, yes.”

Kara and Lena share a look and Kara cracks a smile. “A lawsuit proving that what he did was nothing more than defamation would be a great way to clear both of our names.”

“Sounds like a win-win to me.” Lena smiles, bumping her shoulder into Kara’s. “Anyway, what are you doing?”

“I’m going through articles for tomorrow’s issue.”

“Isn’t this usually done a couple of days in advance?”

“Well, as you can imagine, Ms Luthor, when one of your star reporters is framed as being corrupt, it can mess up a schedule.” Cat snipes, her tone sharp.

Lena clears her throat uncomfortably. “Right, ok.”

Winn sneezes loudly from the corner where he’s been huddled up on his computer and it makes all of them jump, his presence forgotten because of how quiet he’s been. He pulls his earphones out and looks up apologetically. “Sorry.”

Cat waves him off and he meekly sinks back into his chair, trying to go back to when he was practically invisible just as he was before. He’s working on trying to figure out how his computer was wiped. He’s pretty good at hacking but whoever it was that got into his data must be some god-level robot of a person. It’s kind of scary actually.

“So, what are we doing about the problem at hand?” Lena asks, a little confused by how quickly everyone goes back to what they are doing.

“Waiting for Nia to come back with her boyfriend. He’s a government hacker person, he’s going to protect a computer so we can plug in the USB with the proof of Snapper being an asshole into it without it being wiped like Winn’s computer was.”

Lena feels like she’s five steps behind them but nods, just accepting that she doesn’t really have a clue what’s going on. “Ok, I guess I’ll just work on some emails then.”

Kara encourages her to do that with a smile and a gentle rest of her head against Lena’s shoulder before she gets back to what she’s doing again.

Nia walks in with a smallish-looking guy with thick brown hair strolling in right behind her. “This is my boyfriend, Brainy.”

He waves at them; his movements are stilted and odd. “Querl Dox, my friends call me Brainy.”

“You’re an odd little man.” Cat states. “You can protect a computer?”

“I can.”

Lena looks between him and Nia. “Are you sure we can trust him? He works for the government, right?”

Nia doesn’t get a chance to stick up for Brainy because the man is speaking up for himself. “I can assure you that while I work for the government, I have no part in any schemes, I offer my services to you because I have a great deal of care for Nia Nal.”

“You…right. Ok?” Lena doesn’t have a clue what to make of that but while he is kind of weird, Nia is looking at him the same way she looks at Kara so whatever, he can give it a go.

“Which computer would you like me to protect?”

“Winn?” Kara calls out, rolling her eyes when his eyes remain fixed on his screen. “Winn?”

Brainy points to Winn’s computer. “This one?”

“Uh, yeah, that one, I think,” Kara confirms and flinches when without another word, Brainy walks over to Winn and snatches the computer right out of his hands.

He jumps up, ready to chase after Brainy. “Woah! What are you doing?”

“I am protecting your computer.” Brainy states bluntly. “May I have a desk to sit at?”

Kara looks around. They really need more desks to work with. They can easily fit three in here. It’ll be a squeeze but they can manage it. “Yeah, hey, Lena, want to come and find some desks to move in here with me?”

Lena looks up from her phone. “Yep, just let me finish this email.” Her thumbs work frantically, tip-tapping against the screen for a few long moments before she sends off the email. “Ok, I’m all yours.”

Together, Kara and Lena go off in search of more desks. There are plenty of chairs so they just need two desks, which shouldn’t be too difficult, there’s one in Kara’s old office that’s still empty so they can just go and grab that one to start with.

As they reach her old office and squeeze inside, taking the few boxes of old files and things that are apparently being stored in here now off of the top of the desk, Lena asks, “I’m not sure about that Brainy guy, what do you think?”

“I’m not sure I’m the best person to judge anyone given that I was friends with James and worked closely with Snapper on multiple occasions and had no idea about anything they were doing.”

“You shouldn’t hold that against yourself, you’re not the only one that didn’t see it coming. I didn’t see it, Winn didn’t, even Cat didn’t and she’s Cat motherfucking Grant.”

Kara snorts. “Don’t let her hear you calling her that.”

Lena shrugs, “It’s fifty-fifty on whether or not she’d love it or hate it.”

“Probably…I think Brainy seems alright.”

“Me too.” Lena smiles. “I’m hopeful.”

“I’m trying to be hopeful too.”

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ive finally become coherent enough to put together my thoughts on the our dining table ep bc yes i have been crying since thursday, but i don’t think i’ll ever be able to put into words how much i adore how they did this episode.

bc the thing is i like yutaka, of course i do. but there has been something since the first ep that has felt… idk, not off about him, imperfect maybe?? he has all this past with his family and loss and his new family that has developed into this trauma around food but also manifests into just him as a person, like he’s half naturally shy and awkward but that’s also bc of his experiences, which together makes how he acts and behaves and who he is totally ok, fine, understandable and such. but i get this a lot which perpetually shy, timid, removed characters, where I ache so much for them to step out their comfort zone, be brave, have confidence bc i not just want happiness for them but I know it’s there right in front of them for them to grab, and it gets to a point where I almost circle round to getting annoyed with them, like there’s only so much that shyness can hold you back before i as a viewer lose patience or become frustrated, which is both rich coming from me, a perceptually shy to a fault person, but is probably also me manifesting frustration at myself. all that is to say i saw yutaka slowly finding happiness with minoru and i was so happy for him, only for him to then be so unable to do anything when minoru kissed him. he saw his happiness disappearing and it hurt him and yet he just did nothing despite feeling a lot and it was sad and understandable but also kind of frustrating for me personally. i wanted to shake him by the shoulders and say “minoru is the biggest source of joy in your life so go and have it”.

but then this ep happens and you get that moment with his family, these people built up to be these people he felt uncomfortable around and unloved by, and instead you get this brother who, after some initial meaness that sprouted from jealousy, which is very understandable for any child getting a sibling, just wanted a brother, who loved him despite not getting anything back, who cared for him and tried to include him. and then the parents walk in and they’re not these cold, upper class people you imagine, they’re just smiley and cheery and happy to see a son who keeps ignoring them and not coming to see them. they don’t even broach that with any anger, they’re just happy to finally see him. and then it starts to click that when yutaka tells that story about his family, he’s the one that starts to eat alone. yes, he felt a certain way, and in no way am I annoyed or angry at him for that, but he also just removed himself in the face of it, based on something he felt, not knowing whether it was intended or not. and in his life it manifests into this bigger thing when it started as what is basically a misunderstanding, where both sides are at fault for not trying to interact and fix that break in the family. and it’s great bc you only see it, that thing I’ve been feeling under the surface, when yutaka does too. the love was always there, i just hid from it. i ran away, i isolated, i avoided. i did that. and he realises that while yes he can now start to mend the relationship with his family, he ultimately missed out on that love at that time. and now, everything he’s built up in his head bc of that is gonna be the reason he misses out on love and joy again, this time with minoru, instead now he can do something about it, and so he does.

he touches that scarf, that symbol of love that has always been surrounding him, and he runs. he fucking runs and it’s glorious.

and i could pick apart everything about that conversation on the swings, but the moment he said “i want to face it directly. you said you like me.” my god I wanted to give him a standing ovation, i wanted to rugby tackle him with pride and affection bc finally, FINALLY he is not hiding. he is facing it directly, and he says at much. and then he says it for what it is, that minoru confessed and that’s something that happened and isn’t something he wants to avoid or run away from or pretend didn’t happen. he’s not going to return to normal. he’s not going to sit by and just let life pass him by and make the decisions for him, he is finally taking control of his own happiness, bc finally he can overcome his fear that there isn’t any happiness out there for him. he knows it, he’s experienced it, this is his place, he knows it, and he’s not going to lose it. he’s not going to cower, he’s going to trust himself and believe that he is deserving of love, and also trust that the people in his life do actually love him back. he is not leaving space for miscommunication and misunderstanding like he did before, he is going for it, and all that frustration finally disappears bc not only is yutaka going for the things that make him happy, but he is also holding himself responsible and accountable, both for how he misjudged his family, but also for the things happening in his life right now. he’s letting his own decisions be the driving force in his life, and in that way letting himself be accountable for whatever happens as a result. all this time stuff happened ‘to’ him and he never saw his role in it beyond being unliked or awkward or unimportant bc he never believed had one. he didn’t see that he removed himself from his family, bc he thought his family ignored him in the first place, bc he thought he was just doing what they wanted but couldn’t say, that they didn’t want him. realising that he had some of the agency there and is partly accountable for it is such a good turning point for his character bc it perfectly opens up this path to him taking control of his life and using that control to go after joy. it’s realising i am my worst enemy bc i made everyone else into my enemy, and I have the ability to undo that.

yutaka is not just simply this nice, kind, sweet, timid man that had an unloving family at no fault of his own, instead there is so much more nuance. he is not blameless or faultless and it makes him such a more compelling character bc realising that helps him grow. he has to stop seeing the flaws that aren’t there and instead the ones there are, that’s how he can grow, and that’s how he can go about finding happiness.

i don’t know how else to say it. the show is just genius.

#our dining table #this is very much ranty but I hope you get what I’m trying to say here #and in this i wanna make a point of saying i can be annoyed at watching the characters with trauma that i love #it’s the same i kinda got with jaewon in t8s i can both completely understand where your behaviour is coming g from but also be so #frustrated that you let it hold you back and keeps you from happiness #and i can want for you to be better bc while yes it’s not in any way your fault that you have the trauma you do #and it may suck and be unfair but ultimately you’re the only one that can make your situation better #and I can get mad when you try to run away or avoid or repress bc ultimately i as a viewer want that happiness for you so bad #but more so i want you to be able to get it and that journey of that character learning how to let themselves go after that happiness is #almost more rewarding that the happiness itself #idk maybe I’m a sucker for angst and emo shit but that pursuit of happiness is such a basic human need and it’s so good in stories and I ju #and I just love to see that play out

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A Challenge For Us All (defending jacob/andy barber x daughter!reader)

Summary: No part of life following Jacob’s accusation has been easy, but when y/n experiences a heartbreak, Andy and Jacob are by her side.

Warnings: a breakup, fighting/arguing, mentions of murder

Requested: No, one I’ve pulled from my Google Docs

A/N: y/n obvi = your name, y/n/n = your nickname, y/m/n = your middle name, there used to be an OC’s name in here, forgive me if I miss any

The evening sun was finally beginning to set. The stadium was still alive with the hoots and cheers of Newton fans, proud and giddy over a win at the first football game of the year. It was hot, since it was still August. Y/n tried to do all she could to soak it in. It was her first and last football game until after her brother’s trial - an event that had been looming all summer and was now upon them, just a few days away. It could be her last football game ever. If, God forbid, her brother were to be found guilty, she’d lose cheerleading forever. As heartbreaking as that would be, she didn’t care. She’d give up cheerleading any day if it meant keeping her baby brother safe. At least her coach had fought with the athletic director, principal, and parents of other cheerleaders, to let her stay on the squad this long.

Y/n slung her glittery royal blue cheer backpack over her shoulder and made for the boy’s locker rooms. She waited outside as players began to drift out. They were all damp - some from showers, some still from sweat. Finally, Ty emerged. Ty, her boyfriend, the one person who didn’t look at y/n with suspicion or pity. She waved timidly.

He walked over to her, unsure of where to start, how to begin. How do you tell the girl you love so much that you can’t be with her anymore? Ty knew his words, no matter how gentle, were going to destroy her.

“Hey,” Y/n said. Right about now was when Ty would normally slip his arm around her waist and lean in for a short kiss. He was alluring and mature like that, which Y/n liked. She couldn’t stand those couples that were all over each other in public, especially at school. When Ty didn’t go in for his usual greeting, worry immediately washed over Y/n’s face, though her smile attempted to mask it.

“Is everything okay?” Y/n asked after a moment of silence.

“No. Uh, y/n, listen…” Spit it out, you jerk, Ty thought. “My parents don’t want us to be together anymore.” The words struck Y/n like she’d just waltzed into an iron pole. Her stomach lurched and her blood seemed to thin. She knew her face was turning bright red as tears gathered in her chest and made their way to her eyes. She pursed her lips, trying to abate the tears for as long as possible. Not here, not now, she told herself. Not in front of all these people, though no one seemed to be paying any attention to them.

“Why would you tell me that, right here, right now?” she choked. Her tears were now brimming, unable to be restrained.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I-” Ty began, but she cut him off.

“No,” she commanded. “You’re just doing what you have to do, to protect yourself, right?” Tears began to spill. Her tone told Ty that the words, however true, were like poison coming from her mouth. That was exactly what his parents had said. They assumed everything about Ty’s future would be on the line if he continued to fraternize with the older sister of the accused murderer, though Ty’s parents pointedly left off the word “accused”.

“Y/n I-”

“It’s fine,” she shrugged, putting on a show of manufactured cheeriness, her red eyes and tears the only evidence of the sadness behind her anger. “I get it, really. I’ll leave you alone. Wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious.”

“Of what?” Ty asks, turning to watch her walk away. She turns but keeps walking backwards.

“Exactly.”

There’s an awkward silence during the car ride home. Emma managed to wipe the last of her tears (for now, anyway) before getting in Andy’s Audi. She knew her eyes were probably red and her nose was stuffed up, but she figured appearing calm would at least let her get safely away from the football stadium, maybe even up to her bedroom to be alone.

If only she were that lucky. Her dad had barely put the car in park before speaking.

“Go change and then come downstairs, please.” She nodded and went inside, her father not far behind her. Her mother noticed right away. She always noticed; you couldn’t hide the tell-tale signs of crying from Laurie Barber. She’d had too much experience dealing with crying, upset children. Y/n said nothing as she walked by so fast Laurie barely had time to decide what to say to her. Laurie looked at Andy as he shut the door behind him. They communicated in only looks, hers saying What the heck is going on? and his saying Don’t question it yet, I’ve got it.

“I told her to go change and come right back down,” Andy said. He gripped the edge of the counter and Laurie set down her mug of tea to busy herself with making her daughter a cup. The tea bag is still steeping when Y/n comes down the stairs, her hair still up but now sans hairbow. She wore a soft, slouchy tee shirt and a pair of running shorts.

“Sit down, honey,” Andy told his daughter, though the girl standing in front of him was nothing like the Y/N Y/M/N Barber he’d known a year ago. Y/n sat on the kitchen bar chair closest to her parents.

“What happened?” he asked. Y/n licked her lips and trained her eyes on the ground. Tears began to well in her eyes again. She wasn’t just angry and upset. She was scared; scared to tell her parents that another person was gone from their lives as a result of Jacob’s accusation. It would rip them apart. They were already so distraught that Jacob couldn’t go to school or play baseball. They didn’t need this on their plates as well.

“Is it something with cheerleading?” Laurie asked. Y/n shook her head.

“A friend? Did someone say or do something?” Andy added. Y/n sat still.

“Y/n, we can’t-”

“Ty broke up with me.” Y/n’s words rushed out, desperate to stop her father from the “we can’t help if we don’t know” speech.

“What? Why? What did he say?” Laurie interrogated.

“He, he said he just didn’t want to be in a relationship anymore.” Y/n shrugged.

“You’re lying,” Andy stated matter-of-factly.

“Andy!”

“No, she’s lying. I’m an attorney, y/n/n. Did you think you could get a lie past me?” Andy sympathetically reaches his hand out and rests it on her cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly. Y/n’s whole body becomes racked with sobs, unable to hide her pure anguish any longer. Ty hadn’t just been a boyfriend. He’d been her best friend. She took a risk dating him. She knew if things didn’t end well, she’d lose a boyfriend and her best friend. She had no idea it could ever come crashing down like this.

Andy envelops her, pulling her into his chest. He wanted nothing more than to be able to hold her until the pain stopped, until she could be her old self again. Andy feared she would never be her old self ever again.

“Ty did break up with you, but that wasn’t his reason, was it?” Y/n shook her head.

“Was it because of me?” Andy let go of Y/n so she could turn her head toward the source of the question. Jacob stood on the bottom step. Y/n tried to sit up straighter, look more brave than she felt. She took being the big, brave older sister very seriously.

“It’s not your fault, Jake. You didn’t do anything wrong. People are just…”

“So it was because of me.”

“Jake, don’t-” Y/n began, cut off by the pounding of Jacob’s feet on the stairs, retreating back to his room. She slid off the chair and raced after him. She couldn’t let him blame himself for her failed relationship.

“Jake! Y/n!” Andy called.

“Let them work it out for a few minutes.” Andy took a deep breath and stayed where he was.

Y/n hadn’t caught up with Jacob before he slammed his bedroom door shut. He hadn’t locked it, so she let herself inside and locked the door behind her. She didn’t want her parents right now and she knew Jake didn’t either. Jacob sat on his bed. Jacob never made noise when he cried. Tears just spilled, like they were right then. Y/n sat next to him.

“Jake. Please. This is not your fault.” Y/n pleaded.

“Yes, it is. If I had just-”

“Just what?” Y/n asked. “Not tried to see if your classmate was okay? Not gotten into arguments with him when he was a jerk to you? You had no idea any of this would- could, even happen. So stop blaming yourself.” The siblings looked in one another’s eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay, Jake.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I can’t. All I can promise is that I’m by your side no matter what.” Y/n took her brother's hand and interlaced their fingers. It had been a long time since they’d been so affectionate with one another. As little kids they were always hugging and kissing, but that had worn off years ago. With nothing much else left to say, they sat in silence for a few minutes. Their breaths evened out, their shudders and sniffles quieting. A few more minutes passed. Y/n stood and unlocked the door, waving for Jacob to follow her. She hadn’t eaten dinner, after all, and now that her grief was somewhat subdued, hunger was setting in. Andy and Laurie were both surprised and relieved when their children came down the stairs, seemingly happy. It seemed it would be the last time they would see them like that for days.

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