#oh and my best friend from childhood died kind of in front of me
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Take A Break
Rosie runs into a childhood friend at the flak house.
Requested by anon, based on the prompts “I kissed you because I wanted to. Dumbass.” and “You’ve got stars in your eyes.”
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.
As you stood on the front steps of Coombe House, you found yourself nervous for the first time since you’d started there.
Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal was the name at the top of the list of the latest group of soldiers assigned to the house, and since you’d been given it, you couldn’t stop thinking about a childhood friend of yours from Brooklyn with the same name.
Don’t be ridiculous, you scold yourself, reminding the sentimental part of you that the odds of it actually being Robbie were astronomical and you shouldn’t get your hopes up.
Pasting on your best smile as the car filled with boisterous soldiers pulls up, you shove those thoughts away.
“Hello gentlemen!” you call, “I’m Y/N. Welcome to Coombe House.”
You lead them around the house, reciting your spiel about the various activities and amenities, and then passing them off to Michael.
A gentleman who had been hanging towards the back of the group during the tour stepped up, calling your name as the rest of the group was led to their rooms.
“Robert Rosenthal,” he said, introducing himself, “I was just wondering--”
“Robbie?” you gasp.
The brightness in them had dimmed the slightest bit, but you'd recognize those kind blue eyes anywhere.
His brow furrows, no doubt baffled at hearing his childhood nickname all the way over in England.
“I’m sorry, how did you— Wait,” he scans your face, recognizing… something, “Y/N… L/N?”
At your answering nod, you’re tackled in a hug, his joyous, disbelieving laugh filling your ears.
“What are you—? How—?”
“I wanted to help out, and I guess the Army figured this is where my skills would be best put to use,” you explain with a laugh, “When I saw your name on the list I wasn’t sure if it was really you, but…”
“Gosh, Y/N, I haven’t seen you in…”
“Nearly 10 years? I know, I tried to keep in touch after we moved…”
You catch up with your friend, responsibilities forgotten — “So… Rosie, huh?” “Hey, you’d be surprised how little control you have over nicknames in the Army!” — until the clock begins to chime and you realize you’ve spent nearly half an hour just standing here talking.
As Robert begins to excuse himself, not wanting to take up any more of your time, you recall the incident that led to this conversation.
“Er, you said you had a question?”
He hums in confusion before remembering “Oh! Yeah, I was just wondering how long I have to be here…?”
“Unfortunately that’s not really up to me,” you reply with an apologetic shrug, “It’s the decision of your CO to send you boys out here, but you’re welcome to chat to Dr. Huston about it.”
“Though while you’re here,” you say as he’s about to walk away, “I’d recommend taking advantage of the baths and hot water. Absolutely life-changing.” You add with a teasing grin.
He lets out a laugh, though not nearly as genuine as you’d hoped. With that, Rosie thanks you and departs with a two-fingered salute
Robert spends the first couple days at the house keeping his distance from his crewmates, his eyes continually on the sky rather than taking part in the sports and activities available to the soldiers. He doesn’t seem like the boy you remember, but… well, there is a war going on. It’s changed everyone it touches.
One night you find yourself wandering the halls, unable to sleep, when you hear music coming from one of the sitting rooms.
“Hello?” You call softly, following the sounds of Duke Ellington to find Robert standing next to the record player, staring out the window at the darkened English countryside, soft curls tinted slightly blue in the moonlight.
He starts, then relaxes once he sees you.
“Hey,” he says, turning down the volume, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you-”
“I was up already,” you assure him, “Couldn’t sleep?”
“I guess I’m having a hard time with,” he gestures to the lavish country house with a shrug, “all this? I mean… all the croquet, badminton, riding with hounds— what even is that, by the way?”
Your lips twitch up into a smile as you move to stand beside him, “Foxhunting.”
“Foxhunting,” he sighs, shaking his head, “That’s exactly what I don’t need right now.”
He turns his gaze to the star-filled night sky, “What I need is to be back in that seat getting this job done.”
He continues, talking to himself almost as much as you, “Sittin’ here doing nothing, when people are bein’ persecuted and— I can’t— I had gotten into a rhythm, you know? Three days, three missions, easy. And now being yanked out of that, it’s like…”
He searches for an analogy, and you can’t help but smile at the one he lands on, recalling his fascination with music back when you were children.
“You don’t yank Gene Krupa out in the middle of a drum solo, and then expect him to pick right back up where he left off two weeks later, you know?”
You nod, understanding where he’s coming from. You recognized that while some jumped at the chance for a distraction, it was a more difficult adjustment for some soldiers to be thrust into this environment after so long in battle.
“Well, Gene Krupa’s not just responsible for his own rhythm, is he?” You say softly, following his analogy, “He’s responsible for the rhythm of the whole band. And if he’s off, then…”
Rosie nods, letting out a soft laugh, “Okay, I see where you’re going with that.”
“Seriously, Robbie,” you say, taking a chance and resting your hand on top of his on the windowsill, his gaze meeting yours at your touch, “If you don’t let yourself take a break, even just for a little while… it’s not gonna be good.”
He’s silent, and for a moment you worry you’ve overstepped.
Until he mumbles, in a voice so soft you’re not even sure you were meant to hear it, “You’ve got stars in your eyes.”
Maybe it’s the soft sounds of Duke Ellington still playing. Maybe it’s the moonlight, the calm silence filling the house.
Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you like you’re the first good thing he’s seen in a long time.
You’re not quite sure what, but something possesses you to surge up onto your toes and press your lips to his.
His hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer, before he abruptly pulls away.
“I, ah…” He says, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts, “You didn’t just do that because you felt… sorry for me or somethin’, did you?”
Relief floods through you— he’s concerned with why you kissed him, not the mere fact that you did.
You cup his cheek, and Rosie’s eyes close, leaning into your touch as you say softly, “I kissed you because I wanted to.”
Then, after a moment’s consideration, you add with a smile, “Dumbass.”
His eyes shoot open as he barks out a laugh.
“Oh, that’s how it is, huh?”
Your giggles are swiftly silenced by his lips landing on yours once more, the tension finally leaving his shoulders for the first time in weeks.
The two of you end up on the couch, talking late into the night about what brought you to England, Rosie mostly telling you in hushed tones about the friends he’d made in the 100th— men that were no longer here, but lived on in his memory, and now yours. You fall asleep leaning against each other, still holding hands.
You shift, eyes fluttering open as the gray dawn light filters into the room. It takes you a moment to get your bearings, but you grin seeing Rosie asleep next to you, looking the most relaxed you’ve seen him since he arrived. With a single kiss to his forehead, you slip away to the women’s wing of the house until it’s an appropriate hour for you to stumble upon him in the sitting room.
Armed with a thick blanket and a coffee service, you creep in to see Rosie still sound asleep. Smiling, you gently lay the blanket over him, trying not to wake him. Unfortunately, he stirs the moment the blanket touches him.
He looks around, attempting to orient himself, and relaxes when he sees you.
“Good morning,” you grin, taking in his sleep-mussed curls shining golden in the morning light, “Coffee?”
“Please,” he replies in a voice rough with sleep, mustache twitching up into a smile as he sits up.
“Just don’t tell anyone, alright?” You say coyly as you prepare a cup, “I can’t be bringing all you boys breakfast in bed, now can I?”
“Well, I must be special,” he grins, taking the cup gratefully and adding with a wink, “I’ll take it to the grave.”
You’re glad to see him relax a tiny bit more over the group’s last few days at the house, and the two of you are able to find plenty of stolen moments together once everyone’s gone to bed.
When it’s time for them to return to base, he leaves you with a promise to write and a kiss. He captures your lips tenderly on the front steps, disregarding the whoops and cheers from his crew mates waiting in the Jeep, and you can’t help smiling despite yourself as they drive away, keeping your eyes on him for as long as you can.
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In The Air Tonight (Sub!Dean Winchester x Reader smut)
Summary: You like Dean but you are too shy to tell him until one night...
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: sexy times with Dean, teasing and bj :)
Word count: 1782
Note: Wrote it in the first person, it’s an old one. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)
You know when your crush is so intense you find yourself not being able to function properly? Well, that’s how I felt every freaking day for the past 10 years ever since I started working with The Winchesters. After my parents died in an “unexplainable” fire (like their mother did) I had nowhere to go. I was 17 and hunting was still new to me. My parents never wanted me to live this life, we kind of got dragged into it by vengeance after we found out my aunt was murdered by a nest of vampires. After that hunt, there was another and another until we stopped counting and accepted our new life. At times it was exciting the adrenaline and traveling but other times I felt like giving it up. It was a love-hate relationship. My father told me if anything bad happens to them, to just call John (old friend of his), he will help. And after the fire I did, only to be greeted by Dean’s voice and the sentence “John is dead”. They took me in and the rest was history. After a while they learned that they could trust me and eventually I became family.
After few years of hunting with them I became quite skilled and found myself looking at the older Winchester more than usual. In fact at times I couldn’t stop staring. There was something so mesmerizing about him and his whole being I couldn’t put my finger on it. I don’t know if it was because of his piercing green eyes, his charm, and humor or overall just his heart, but I was head over heels for that dude. I managed to hide it at first, from him and from Sam, but I knew it wouldn’t last. My face was like an open book, you could read me easily. That’s how Sam found out.
One night after a hunt Dean came out of the bathroom in just his towel around his waist (Yeah…) to the library for whatever reason. Sam and I were deep in the books because we couldn’t sleep. When I saw him my cheeks went completely red and I refused to look at him until he went to his room.
“Oh no…” Sam then came to a conclusion not whipping a huge ass grin off his face.
“Oh no what Sam?” I tried to play along.
“Oh no you have a crush.”
I gave him a typical harsh NO for an answer. I was lying my ass off and Sam could see right through it.
“Liar.”
And after denying it for like two minutes I finally gave up. “Okay fine I like him.”
“Since when?”
“Don’t know.” I mumbled. “You can’t tell him Sam.”
“Oh I won’t he will find out soon enough.” He laughed.
“What do you mean?”
“(Y/N) when he walked in you were red as a beet and practically drooling.”
“Hmm, good point.”
After that we never spoke about it again. I pretended like everything was fine and normal, but we all know how that shit always fails. And it did thankfully one night after me and Dean went to the bar we would always go after a successful hunt. Sam said he would go take a walk to the bunker saying he wanted some me time. I knew he just wanted me to spill my feelings to his older brother. Well after two glasses of whiskey I almost did. We talked about childhood, good and bad times, confessed stuff that was on our minds in that moment…We had a pretty good time. When clock hit 2am we knew it was probably best to go and get some rest. We were both tipsy but Dean was still capable to drive. When he finally pulled up in front of the bunker and as I was about to unbuckle my seatbelt when…
“Wait!”
“Yeah?” As I turned to look at him he leaned in and kissed me. I was taken aback for a second before I kissed him back. It was like swallowing something sweet with lots of alcohol. I undid my seatbelt and leaned in slamming him against his seat before moving on his lap. I could barely fit but I managed somehow. We stayed like this for a while; kissing and groping each other like a couple of teenagers before breaking the kiss to finally face each other.
“Well then…” I broke the ice not really knowing what to say. He brushed his thumb against my cheek not taking his gorgeous eyes off me.
“Yeah one word, wow.”
“Did you know I would kiss you back? Was I that obvious?” I asked him remembering Sam’s words.
“Yes and no.”
“How though?”
“I just felt like there was something more between us. I can’t explain it.”
“There was something in the air tonight, huh?” I remembered that song my dad used to play in the car while traveling.
Dean smiled because he caught my reference. Phil Collins never gets old. “Yeah you could say that.”
“Since when?”
“Since when what?”
“Since when you see me more than a friend?”
“It has been so long at this point I don’t even know.”
“Same here.” I cupped his head with my hands and kissed him, this time hungrily telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Now that secret was out, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We barely made it to his room without waking Sam up. We pushed each other against the car, front door and hallway walls until we finally reached Dean’s bedroom. I was pretty sure we will end up with bruises tomorrow. I slammed the door shut and locked it just in case Sam wakes up.
I kissed Dean as I pushed him against the door making him gasp. When I couldn’t breathe anymore I broke away and started unbuttoning his flannel.
“Jesus (Y/N) what has gotten into you?” Dean smirked.
“I think you know my answer.” I responded. “You.”
Taking off his flannel I pulled him by his belt telling him to follow me to his bed and that was exactly what he did. He sat down and like a puppy watched as I undressed myself scanning every inch of me. I liked the attention he was giving me which was strange because I would usually shy away whenever he would look at me. Leaving only underwear on I sat on his lap and kissed him again as I slowly moved my lips on his jaw then on kiss neck leaving bite marks in the process. There was just something I liked about biting.
His hands were on my hips and as I started to grind his grip tightened. I could already feel how hard he really was.
“Are you actually trying to kill me?” He said almost out of breath.
“Kinda.” I smirked pushing him onto the mattress.
“How are you so…?”
“What?” I asked him undoing his belt. “Dominant?”
“Yes, that. And you’re always so shy.”
Taking off his pants I laughed and gave him the answer he wanted. “Shy girls are always full of surprises, Dean.”
“So far, I’m loving this surprise.”
“Good to know.” I climbed on top of him feeling his hard dick teasing me through my underwear. I started slow, kissing his lips, neck and going lower as his breathing became more apparent. He was slowly losing his mind and I loved it. When I reached his boxers I didn’t want to take them off right away. Instead I kissed the skin around where the hem was, licking ever so slightly just to drive him mad. I was succeeding because he was groaning and begging me to do something.
“Please.” Was music to my ears. I loved the control I had.
“Shhh don’t let Sam hear you!”
“Then stop torturing me.”
“Okay, okay.” I took off his boxers finally setting him free and stroked him a couple of times before licking his shaft slowly. A light moan escaped from his lips as I started to lick the tip of his long dick not breaking eye contact. He was on cloud nine as I took him whole and started to move my head up and down. My pace was slow at first but when he grabbed a chunk of my hair and started pulling me down I knew he wanted more. I decided to be good to give him just that.
“Jesus (Y/N).”
I felt his dick hitting the back of my throat with each and every move before he told me he was close and I stopped.
“Why?” He asked frustrated.
“Not yet.” I just winked at him. I took the bra and panties off before I let him touch me.
“You’re brutal.” He said trailing his fingers over my hips and stomach.
“And you’re wonderful Dean Winchester.” I said positioning myself on top of him and slowly sat down. He was big but felt so freaking good. “Fuck.”
Slowly I started to move as my mind went on him. I was enjoying the sight beneath me and he sure as hell was enjoying his. We were both moaning each other’s names desperately trying not to get loud and wake up Sam. The bed was squeaking as I sped up my pace seeing he was slowly falling apart. His grip on my hips hurt, but I liked it. It was a different kind of pain.
“Are you close?” I managed to ask him between breaths.
“Y-yeah.”
“Look at me Dean.”
“W-what?” Poor guy was so lost in me he didn’t hear what I said.
“I said, I want you to look at me when you cum.” I said locking my hands with his. “I wanna see you fall apart.”
“Jesus (Y/N).”
My pace became faster and faster and I could feel my orgasm approaching. I was falling apart just like him and I think he could see it.
Finally, and quite unexpectedly I came and few seconds later so did he. My body was stiff; waves of pleasure went through my whole body as I was moaning his name over and over again. Him, on the other hand, was clenching my hips with eyes shut, biting his lower lip not wanting to be too loud. I finally collapsed next to him covered in sweat and panting.
“Wow!” He said.
“Not bad for our first time, huh?” I asked him feeling proud. I just made Dean Winchester fall apart under me.
“Best sex I had, hands down.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I still can’t believe you’re like that.”
“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet.” I said and kissed him. “I really like you, Dean.”
“I like you too, (Y/N).”
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AITA for avenging my brother?
hiiiii ^^ so im (30, let's say M for convenience's sake) am currently the leader of a very big sect, which was Not the plan WhatSoEVER (i'll get into it). i was born as the younger sibling to the sect heir, which meant i had free reign to basically do whatever i wanted while he got the responsibilities and stuff! great deal methinks. our father died when we were both still young due to heart issues that run in the family and also being killed. since my brother had a decade or so on me, he pretty much raised me from then on while also having the new role of official sect leader on his shoulders.
again, seems like a good deal! he was strict, and really really insisted i practiced my fighting skills (like that wasn't the literal cause of our family's heart issues) to the point that one time he like kind of burned my paper fan collection in front of me but that's like it's all besides the point okay he loved me and i loved him and we were both there for each other okay? okay
anyway he had this servant/best friend/pretty sure somethingsomething was going on there. he was kind of like a second big brother to me. our interests overlapped and he also preferred stuff like art and poetry over fighting. he understood me in a way that my brother couldn't, and he helped raise me just as much, even accompanying me to my third year of summer courses. which lol was supposed to be a one year course but i failed twice. lmao w/e
things got... bad. a war broke out, the servant betrayed us by letting a dangerous enemy out of his cell, and he and my brother had a horrible fight that ended in the former's expulsion from our sect. fast forward yadda yadda this isn't so much the part of the story it's just context but basically that turned out to be a plan to get close to the enemy sect leader so he could stab him in the back. which turned out to become a recurring theme.
the servant, now a prominent figure in his own sect, my brother, and one basically-a-celeb from another sect became this big trio (and totally a Thing) because of the role they played in ending the war. servant-now-big-boy (let's go with snbb for convenience) used that position to send my brother into a cardiac arrest by playing a melody that was supposed to soothe him differently.
so now i was alone, and with one of the current biggest sects to lead, while all i wanted to do is look cute, paint and be bisexual. you can probably imagine how i felt when i learned who did it, especially considering how not only no one else knew, but he got /rewarded/ for it by becoming a sect leader himself. soooo i got a little silly and here's where i mighttttt be tah :3
basically i started a 10+ years revenge plan. i didn't really plan a /lot/ of it, but i knew i'd have to resurrect one of my childhood friends for it to grab attention away from me etc and such and so on and so forth. but basically i also got a gay and socially rejected teenager killed for that, desecrated the corpse of snbb's mother, paid some people to spread rumours here and there, possibly killed a few cats to lure a group of people where i needed them to be, and adopted a public persona of a useless idiot who couldn't run a sect for the life of me to keep suspsicions off of me for the duration of this, which was Also a part to get back at him because that meant he, as someone responsible and sooo niceys and oh won't you please help your poor little meowmeow with the big scary emails plssss (he basically ran the sect for me lol).
to top it all off i had him killed by the one person that loved him the most (mister sir basically-a-celeb. god his jawline is stronger than my will to live) (he has gone into seclusion and is isolating himself indefinitely to mourn)
but also all this allowed my old bestie to get gay married with his longtime heartthrob
so. aita?
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🎸 HERE! Soo did your eye get better? I hope it is.
And do you know about anime Oshi no ko? D*mn, I cried when I watch the anime.
But I get an idea, How about honami with S/o that has ptsd because the s/o saw their mother died(get killed) in front of them when they only kids? (Like 5/6 years old)
Thank you again and I love your writing! (It's really okay if you don't want do this anyway :D)
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notes: HI THERE HAPPY TO SEE U HERE AGAIN , so about my eye well no it did not but I went to see a doctor and I'm using some kind of medicine and he said if it doesn't work they will need to cut it ' ^_^ , well I don't think I've heard of it before but I'll make sure to watch it :3 , and THANK YOU SO MUCH IT MAKES ME VERY HAPPY TO KNOW YOU LIKE MY WRITING :) , I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it :3
TW: mentions of Death, PTSD, Panick attacks, Abuse
Summary: Honami with an S/O that suffers from PTSD due to seeing their mother die
⋆ When you were a kid your dad was extremely abusive towards you and your mother
⋆ you didn't like how he treated her at all , he would always hit your mom if she did one simple mistake and he would do the same thing to you if you did a mistake yourself
⋆ One day you were helping you were helping your mother in the kitchen to help her make you a cake since it was your birthday , one of the only days in the year you truly feel happy but your father had other plans for that day
⋆ After you and your mother finished celebrating your birthday in which you turned 5 years your father entered through the door and saw that none of you waited for him
⋆ When your mother saw the look in his face she told you to run quick and hide , she would distract him
⋆ luckily for you , your father didn't see where you were hidden , but before you noticed it he walked in to the kitchen dragging your mother by the arm
⋆ He had a strong grip on her you could tell , she was trying to get out but nothing worked
⋆ With that he took a knife from the drawers and stabbed her multiple times
⋆ After your mom stopped moving your dad left the house thinking you ran away and when he close the door you went out the closest
⋆ You were shaking and crying so much
⋆ You didn't know what to do , you were so scared what if he were to find you again what if he kill's you too
⋆ That same night the neighbors called the police for a noise complaints 🙄 which lead to the police finding you laying crying close to your mother's dead body
⋆ After that you stayed with your aunt and fortunately your father was putted in prison
⋆ But things weren't the same after that you were different
⋆ When you turned six your aunt said there was a few children that always played in the park close to the house so if anything went wrong you could come back
⋆ and you actually went , and this was were U met your childhood best friends Saki , Ichika , Shiho and Honami
⋆ Ever since that day you felt happier than you have ever been you felt happy to spend time with them
⋆ That was until Saki was sent to the hospital in middle school and had to stay during Junior high as well
⋆ All of you got separated well except you and Honami your mental health still got worse tho since some kids found out about what your dad did and because of that they thought you were gonna become just like your dad
⋆ Middle School was hell being constantly reminded about what happened that day over and over again just because some stupid classmate found out about it
⋆ You were on the verge of tears on your way to class until you heard a soft voice behind you catching your attention
S/O are you ok ? your breathing very fast is something wrong?
Oh Honami .... It's fine don't worry we should be heading to class anyway
⋆ It was your childhood friend and now girlfriend Honami
⋆ She confessed to you not to long ago actually she even gave you homemade apple pie she made herself to you
⋆ She knew about your past and how you had PTSD because of this she always made sure to comfort you
⋆She was always by your side when you had trouble sleeping , her hugs were always so soft not even your nightmares were able to fight against that
⋆ Apple pies became your comfort food , especially when your birthday came around instead of cake she would make you an apple pie since it helped you get your mind of it
⋆ She always did everything she could to make sure you didn't think about it
⋆ When Saki finally got back from the Hospital during High School They all fixed their friendship bods specially you , you were all so happy that you were all back together
⋆ A few days later they started noticing your behaviour change to what it seemed to be scared ? , but they didn't pay much mind to it since you've always been like this specially on your birthday .... How odd
⋆ After School Honami got asked by Saki
Why does (name) always seems so scared during the day's close to their birthday?
Oh about that...
I think it's better if you asked them yourselves since it's a very sensitive topic and I don't know if they are ready to talk about it
⋆ Now if they ask and you decide to tell them yourself , Honami will be beside you rubbing your back to comfort you , if you stop mid sentence she'll ask if you want her to finish it for you and she will tell that you were very brave for telling it to them
⋆ Now if you tell Honami to tell them she'll be very careful while telling them and also give them advice so they don't overwhelm you
⋆ Over all Honami would take very good care of you , she is an amazing girlfriend to have and she loves you no matter what all she would like in return was your affection and maybe a few apple pie pieces from her favourite bakery
notes: I'M SORRY IF THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭 I GOT BUSY AND I'M SORRY IF THIS GOT TOO SHORT OR TOO LONG I'M STILL GETTING USE TO WRITING, Still make sure to drink water eat something and get some sleep ok :3 have a nice day/night
#pjsk x reader#project sekai#project sekai x reader#colorful stage#pjsekai#pjsekai x reader#proseka#proseka x reader#honami mochizuki#honami mochizuki x reader#ichika hoshino#shiho hinomori#leo/need#x reader
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hi I have seen like requests from other people and I loved how you wrote them so I was gonna request a Romance and fluff request of Nezha macaque and sun wukong x transmac chubby Neko reader like reader loves to cuddle and playing video games like cute games/horror games plus they dress with cute femboy clothes as one day they're like listening to the music of the Amen from Amber run and like the guys find them singing and there watching them watching the stars and seeing them singing their heart out as they finished they start tearing up because of a memory they had of their best friend from childhood because they died from cancer and they saw them die on the hospital bed as they saw them cry they come out of their hiding place and come to comfort them
Ps: because this has happened to me and wanted comfort from my comfort character
Nezha, Macaque, and SWK x ftm!reader Headcanons (romantic/comfort, but this is on the heavier side)
Pronouns: he/him
CW: mentions of grief/grieving
Nezha
Oh sweet boy. Though Nezha could never truly understand what you’re going through, he does his best to help you. He’s normally uptight about your affections unless you two are alone, but he puts his pride aside for this. Lots of head pats and forehead kisses for you if you don’t mind them. The night he finds you singing so sadly after you went to see your friend at the hospital, he’s really torn. Should he interrupt you and comfort you? Should he wait? Either way, your voice on its own almost brings him to tears. He ends up waiting and then, very quietly, coming to sit by your side. He sits with you while you cry it out for as long as you need. To help distract you, he might even ask you to teach him to play your favorite video games. But if you want to work through your feelings head on he’s more than happy to help you.
SWK
Feels terrible. He’s seen all kinds of loss in his lifetime, but to see his normally chippy lover in so much pain breaks his heart. He still puts up his usual front of being happy and worry-free, but it’s all in an effort to try and help you smile again. He’s already super affectionate with you, but now even more so. He knows he can’t undo anything but by the gods he’s gonna help you through the grieving process. Loves your voice, but when he hears you singing not for joy but for tragedy, he struggles not to ugly cry. You finish your song and he takes his spot at your side, not saying a word. Wukong reaches out, and if you’ll allow him to, he holds you so tight because he knows it hurts like hell. He doesn’t really know how to truly process anything harsh like this, but he’s very good at distraction. Tell him about anything you want, show him your favorite games, let him take you shopping for those cute clothes you like. He’s with you for every step of the way.
Macaque
First of all, Know that this man would do ANYTHING for you once you two are in a stable relationship. He’s a little stiff about affection at first, but you’re so cute that he can't resist warming up to you. He hides in your shadow a lot, just to hang out, but this time it’s different. You’re sitting on the ground, singing your heart out, and he assumes the worst considering the last he knew you were visiting your friend in the hospital. After you’re done, and start crying a little, he pops out of your shadow to comfort you. He cuddles up to you, even lets you wear his scarf, and gives you tissues as you let it all out. Macaque doesn’t mind joining you on any path you want to take from this point. As long as you’re not hurting yourself, of course. If you want to really grieve, he’ll offer up his shoulder to cry on and his favorite meditations to help. If you’d prefer to just…avoid things, for a while, then he’s happy to take you anywhere you want to go. Just say the word and he’ll be there.
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Yall, as you know, I've been on incorrect quote and otp generators, and I found these gems that made me laugh. I did edit a few just because. FYI, these are all 6 people quotes
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King: Oh, to be bored royalty who keeps rejecting marriage proposals due to being secretly in love with the cute gardener.
Rouxls: Oh, to be a cute gardener who secretly places roses in the royalty's room because they are in love with them.
Swatch: Oh, to be the palace huard who discreetly helps to boost the cute gardener up the wall for his secret deliveries in the middle of the night.
Tasque Manager: Oh, to be royalty's best friend witnessing the two fools dance around each other while knowing damn well that the two like each other.
Queen: Oh, to be the noble suitor from another royal family who comes to know of their love and instantly plans an entire plan to get them their happy ending.
Jevil: Oh, to be a medieval peasant who knows nothing about the royalty's personal life and who dies of dysentry at the age of 23.
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Jevil: The floor is lava!
Swatch: *calmly sits on the couch*
Seam:*picks Jevil up and sits him on the couch
Tasque Manager: *kicks Spamton off the sofa*
King: *lays on the floor*
Queen: ...Are you okay?
King: No.
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Seam, rubbing their temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.
Jevil: But Seam, we don't smoke.
Seam: Cut the crap, Jevil. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.
Seam: *points at Spamton* One! *points at King* Two! *points at Rouxls* Three! *points at Swatch* Four! *points at Jevil* Five!
Seam: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!
Swatch: *puts a cigarrette in Seam's hand*
Seam: Thank you. ...Light?
The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*
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Rouxls: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.
Seam: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...
Tasque Manager: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
King: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.
Queen: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.
Swatch: Mental stability, my old friend!
Rouxls: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?
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Rouxls: Swatch kissed me!
Jevil: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
Rouxls: It was unbelievable!
Jevil: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
Sean: Okay, we wanna hear everything. King, get the wine and unplug the phone. Rouxls, does this end well or do we need tissues?
Rouxls: Oh, it ended very well.
King: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!
Seam: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?
Rouxls: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.
King: Ohh... So, okay, were they holding you? Or were their hands on your back?
Rouxls: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.
Seam, Jevil and King: Ohhh.
*meanwhile*
Swatch eating pizza in the Color Café: And, uh, and then I kissed him.
Queen: Tongue?
Swatch: Yeah.
Tasque Manager: Cool.
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Spamton: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Jevil: >:O language
Queen: Yeah watch your fucking language
King: Okay, who taught Queen the fuck word?!
Swatch: 'The fuck word'.
Rouxls: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Queen: Oh my god they censored it
Swatch: Say fuck, Rouxls.
Queen: Do it, Rouxls. Say fuck.
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Tasque Manager: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.
Tasque Manager: Violently practices.
Swatch: Violently studies.
Jevil: Violently sleeps.
Spamton: Violently shoots pictures.
Queen: Violently boxes.
King: Violently murders people.
Seam: Violently worries about the previous statement.
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I'm going to 100% do more
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TC!dad!JK
your eyes widen, “aww ji-eun is sick? my poor baby” you coo while rubbing your swollen belly and just before you can go check on her jungkook reveals to you that you can’t go see her.
“excuse me? what do you mean i can’t go see her? are they forgetting this isn’t my first rodeo with a virus? remember when jawon got the flu? guess who was there? i was! if it’s a small viral infection why can’t i—“
you’re sure jungkook understands where you’re coming from. you take being a mother to all seven and soon eight, of your children very seriously. when all of your kids had small colds and scratchy throats, you were there with medicines and vitamins to help them feel better. you even got sick because of them plenty of times but that’s what makes you a mother.
but, jungkook cuts your rambling off to question you about a ‘minjun,’ how he’s your best friend, and how this information came from ayra. the same girl that just told her father that she wants three more sisters, like hell you’re giving her that but when you look at the man in front of you, she just might get four more.
“jungkook, what are you talking about?” you laugh and judging from his pout and mini tantrum, he resembles ae-cha and ji-eun so much, especially when ae-cha was younger. your polite teenage daughter who definitely puts the ‘p’ in princess.
“ohhh, minjun! that’s a family friend. it’s been so long since i’ve seen him” you think aloud “remember when i took the kids back to gaegyeong? i introduced him to jinseoul and ae-cha and he looks after them when they go up there from time to time. he’s known me since i was just a little toddler…him and my mother were really close before…before she died”
now that you think about it, you don’t talk about your mother as much as you used to. back then, being with your mother was all you cared about and when your father got killed, it cut deep because you were all alone. you used to feel so guilty about having feelings for jungkook but look at you now? you’re happier than ever, blessed with an empire of children, and head over heels for your husband. you’re happy everything worked out in the end even if it is a bit taboo.
you sigh “you are my everything, hun. you’re my lover, my husband, all of that” you lean over and press a kiss on jungkook’s cheek.
“i don’t know about you being my best friend though…” you tease “he’s known me since forever. he might love me a little more than you do”
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You’re an evil evil person. Jungkook doesn’t feel better at all with your reassurance because he’s not even sure if you are reassuring him or making his blood pressure rise.
What do you mean that he loves you more than the father of your children? Jungkook gives you side eye because your kiss has no effect. “what the fuck do you mean that he loves you more than me no one can love you more than me and that’s a fact.” He shakes his head. “Yn… you’re an evil person because of you i am remembering my childhood friend.”
It is his turn to return the favor. Jungkook laughs to himself internally because your reaction is going to be so amazing. And what he’s about to say, it’s not really a lie that he’s made up.
But a few little details just might be.
“I.. you have a friend too you know… she was the girl with the hazel eyes and brown hair. I lied about her being a consort because I was just teasing you then but now that you’ve made me remember her I couldn’t remember her name that day… her name is..” sadly he sighs, “Park Yeonjin.” he smiles.
“she was my best friend when I was 11 to 15 years old… Her brother used to be my friend, but then we became friends, because.. she was annoying, but she knew how to handle someone like me because I had the worst temper as a teenager”
Oh, does it hurt? It does hurt doesn’t it?
“but then we drifted apart because I had my duties and… I wonder what she is doing now.. I’m kind of missing her now” he pouts.
“she was one of the first women to not treat me like I was special.. we had good times..” he looks at you, biting the inside of his cheek.
“just like I’m sure you had with your dear minjun.”
He feels so sick just even saying his name.
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Wonderful Journey - Chapter 2
Translated by: @seisoukan
With thanks to my proofers: Vulpes
Season: Winter
Location: Vocal Room
WATARU: Right, right~ Let’s end our debriefing of the original setting here, and move onto today’s main attraction! After all, it is for this very reason Anzu-san took time out of her day to attend this meeting.
TOMOYA: When you put it that way, I am pretty curious. Why did Anzu-senpai tell us to change into our practice clothes and come to this vocal room, instead of the conference room we usually use for our meetings?
WATARU: That sort of cramped space doesn’t allow us to stretch our limbs to our heart’s content— just like this ☆
TOMOYA: Uwah?! Don’t stretch your arms out so long all of a sudden, it’s disgusting…!
SHU: Oh, this is merely a technique similar to joint dislocation. Kagehira’s body is quite flexible, and he is able to do it as well.
Anyway, since Wataru is the main actor, he should shoulder the responsibility of troupe leader this time, correct?
WATARU: That’s correct, that’s correct. Thus, the overall planning of this commercial shooting will be arranged by yours truly; I look forward to subsequently being in everyone’s care… ♪
KEITO: … I don’t know why, but I just can’t help myself from worrying. I hope everything goes smoothly.
TOMOYA: Ahaha. Although Hibiki-senpai’s always unreliable, at least he treats theater performances relatively seriously, so leaving it to him shouldn’t be a problem… Right?
WATARU: Hahaha, Anzu-san is also nodding her head vigorously. Then, I can’t let you down. I must lead everyone to produce the greatest results possible ♪
The commercial will be mainly divided into the ‘Protagonist × Senior’ and the ‘Best Friend × Childhood Friend’ teams, filming a few classic, heartwarming scenes from the manga.
Right now, there is still a sufficient amount of time until the day of filming; we shall first try to rehearse the script in order to get a feel for it, and familiarize ourselves with the characters as much as possible ☆
Come, come, Tomoya-kun! Allow me to witness exactly how much you’ve grown during this period of time, whether you are able to bring out a new kind of Amazing or not!
TOMOYA: E-eh? Anzu-senpai’s also asking if it would be okay for me to go first?
Well, since I’m frequently involved in theater productions, I already read the script several times beforehand, and I basically memorized all my lines out of habit…
Right, then leave it to me! Could I trouble you to cooperate with me for this scene, Itsuki-senpai?
SHU: Let me see… Gifting a handmade bento to the childhood friend, correct? Then, let us begin.
TOMOYA: “Um… G-good afternoon! Are you free right now?”
SHU: “Oh, it’s you. What can I do for you?”
TOMOYA: “A-actually… I, uh, I accidentally made an extra bento this morning, so…”
SHU:“So?”
TOMOYA: “C-could you please accept ‘dis, h-handmaid bento?!”[1]
WATARU: Stop, stop, stop! Tomoya-kun, you’re stuttering just like Little Rabbit-san, you see?
Although you could say that in this scene, the best friend is very nervous in front of the person she likes, hence the slight stammer in her speech.
However, if I were to describe Tomoya-kun’s expression just now; rather than calling it shyness, I’d consider it to be fear—
TOMOYA: Uu, you don’t have to say it for me to know! I’m not trying to find excuses, but Itsuki-senpai had this really intense aura, and it made me kind of afraid to approach him…
If the person opposite me was Hokuto-senpai, I’d totally be able to do it! I’d even be willing to make a bento for Hokuto-senpai with my own hands…!
SHU: … My apologies, did I seem too serious just now? Rather, I believe I behaved similarly to how I usually act, so I did not notice at all.
KEITO: I think Itsuki’s interpretation wasn’t entirely incorrect. After all, according to the storyline, the childhood friend’s attitude towards the protagonist’s best friend is still relatively cold at this stage.
In fact, the gentle and understanding side of the childhood friend is only shown to the protagonist. That is, the character possesses a certain so-called ‘gap moe’.
WATARU: It’s a pity the running time for the advertisement is quite limited, for there’s hardly any scenes between the protagonist and the best friend. Just when I was looking forward to trading blows with Shu…♪
Then, Keito-kun, are you ready? It’s our turn to show Tomoya-kun an excellent demonstration!
“My dearest senior, do keep your eyes wide open, and watch carefully! One, Two, Amazing ♪”
KEITO: Hold on, that line doesn’t exist in the original script, don’t just start improvising out of nowhere—
(Mm? The rich fragrance of flowers is wafting in the air, all of a sudden…)
… Wh, what?!
(In an instant, countless rose petals flew out from the left of Hibiki’s chest?!)
WATARU: “Aah, please forgive me for the overflowing feelings of longing in my heart for you, my senior! They’ve gone so far as to transform into flowers of love that flutter through the sky!”
KEITO: Stop that, quit continuously scattering petals in my direction! My clothes are covered in them now!
WATARU: “Ohoho~ In fact, you[2] have some in your hair. The vibrant colors of the flowers make you appear even more endearing… ♪”
“Please stand still and don’t move about, I shall remove them for you right this instant ☆”
KEITO: … Oi, don’t use that as an opportunity to get your hands on my glasses! Get away from me!
WATARU: Sob, sob, sob. Don’t be so cruel towards little old me,[3] my senior~
KEITO: Pretending to be cute won’t work! Also, remember to sweep all of the flower petals off of the ground, so you don’t end up inconveniencing the other people who use this practice room after you! How incorrigible!
WATARU: Oops… It seems I accidentally went overboard with my acting, and switched Keito-kun into ‘dorm head’ mode.
TOMOYA: Hahaha! So even the seemingly omnipotent Hibiki-senpai has times where he messes up!
… Ah, I’m so sorry, Anzu-senpai! It’s honestly embarrassing for you to watch us fooling around like this…
“Today’s just the beginning; there’s no need to rush, so take it slowly”… You say?
SHU: The little girl speaks the truth. A perfect masterpiece cannot be completed in a single day, I shall make room for more practice sessions in my own private time.
KEITO: Ahem… The same goes for me. After all, I was almost thoroughly driven by my own emotions just now, and showed no semblance of my role as a ‘senior’.
WATARU: Amazing! For all of you to have the motivation to improve is truly commendable! Please do explore the inner world of your characters in great depth, and enjoy the pleasure of acting ☆
Oya? The sun is already about to set. Let’s end today’s meeting here; good work, everyone… ♪
Location: Sky
WATARU: Welcome aboard the hot air balloon Jeanne d’Arc, I am your Hibiki Wataru… ☆
The weather today is beautiful, and the soft breeze that brushes against your ears is also comforting… How is it? Is your mood as light and airy as the clouds in the sky? ♪
Hahaha, why are you thanking me? I should be the one to thank Anzu-san for being willing to accept my invitation.
After the meeting ended, you stayed with me to clean up the flower petals scattered all over the floor on purpose. Besides, I simply couldn’t ignore your preoccupied expression.
Indeed, our performance today was discordant and messy. We certainly can’t go on stage like that.
However, it is thanks to this carefree, formless first attempt, that our dissonance has been properly exposed; namely, the issue of our insufficient ‘intimacy’— That is what you think as well, correct?
Now that we’ve identified the problem, we’ve succeeded halfway already, so our next step is to figure out how to solve it! You needn’t worry at all ♪
Mm, as expected, a smile is more befitting of Anzu-san ☆ With this rare opportunity, do grasp my hand tightly, and enjoy the pleasure of walking amongst the clouds together with me ♪
Tomoya mispronounces the words 'this' and 'handmade'.
While in character, Wataru uses the polite form of 'you'.
Wataru uses a feminine personal pronoun here, even though he is already out of character.
Wonderful Journey - Masterlist
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That would be so sweet, omg 😭 you're so kind and I appreciate it, but you don't have to do that ♥︎
I have several OCs for Jujutsu Kaisen and they have their own lore. Two of them have the same name, so it can be a little confusing, but one is a reincarnate of the other so that's why.
It's a little long to be sending in an ask, I'd hate to end up sending you an essay, so here's so brief bullet points:
Main OC is called Izanami and she was born in Heian Era Japan
Her excess of Cursed Energy altered her appearance physically, making her look like a doll. She was simultaneously pretty while also being unsettling to look at because she looked "off." Think of the uncanny valley
Parents wanted to kill her but decided to keep her because they were nobles and needed a heir anyway.
She was initially named Yurei by her parents, literally meaning ghost or spirit in reference to her appearance.
Her childhood was really lonely and she didn't have any friends due to her appearance
Eventually began rebelling as a teenager, only to have an unfortunate experience with a would-be suitor. He played with her heart and made it seem like he loved her only to publically humiliate her.
She attacked him and ran away after, abandoning her given name and renaming herself Izanami.
After traveling around Japan for a few years, she meets Kenjaku. They decide to work together because Izanami is bored and Kenjaku thinks she's useful.
Relationship eventually evolves from business partners to friends to lovers.
Izanami's Technique increases her lifespan by a lot, so she's able to work with Kenjaku for several centuries.
She was just as bad as he was, and she had a hand in a lot of his schemes. That aside, she shared his interest in cursed energy and wrote her own theories on it. She actually published her essays before she died, and they're very divisive among Jujutsu Society
She and Kenjaku settle down and have 4 children during the Taisho period only for her to die a few years later because her Technique can no longer keep her alive
Before she dies she promises so reincarnate and come back to them
She does, but unfortunately, since she's a natural reincarnate, she doesn't remember Kenjaku or their children at all
Fun fact, Izanami (Heian Era) named herself after the Diety, Izanami-no-Mikoto, but Izanami (modern/reincarnate) was unknowingly named after her past self.
Her parents in the modern world really liked Izanami's (Heian) aforementioned essays and theories, so they named their first daughter after her. Little did they know they're the same person, or at least the same soul 💀
Modern Izanami attends Jujutsu Tech with Geto, Gojo, and Shoko as first years, but she's 3 years younger than them. She was allowed to attend early for lore reasons that would be a little too long to explain.
She loses an arm and gains facial scars her second year for those same lore reasons and when Geto defects, she doesn't go with him but does support him. She defects as well, but opens her own business to act as a front while she investigates a way to force humanity to evolve Cursed Energy so that Geto won't have to kill everyone.
Her past self looked like a doll, but modern Izanami is designed after an Oiran with a lot of modern elements.
I hope all that made sense. Maybe one day I'll post full character sheets for my OCs or even stories, but trying to write out all of their lore is so hard @_@
Istg if u send me a lil list of info in dms them i will write u the best comfort letter that $0 can buy sksksk
Oh that's so interesting!! Oh i can only imagine what Kenjaku would think when he meets the reincarnate of his late lover, it's all so intriguing to me, i really like it :) thank you for taking the time to share your OCs background, it's really grabbed my attention :)
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Dutifully, Tao took pictures of every page in the book Izuku had written, sending them to Tomura. As a joke, he even included the pages about him, which got him some laughing emojis and a picture of a rolling on floor laughing Toga. He had chuckled, then smiled at the praise Tomura sent. Still, this felt not as good as he had thought it would. While he was not nearly as close to anyone in class as he was to Filo, most were still nice to him. Not starring, not bothering him, but always there. Kirishima had been helping him train, Mina had always given him some of her snacks, Jiro shared her music, Momo made him stuff
They all did their best to include him. Even Bakugo, normally treating Tao with indifference, had jumped to his defense when Monoma had insulted him. It had made Tao's heart flutter a bit, even though the blond had told him to stop starring just a moment later. Meaning he had yelled pretty loudly and swore at Tao. Still, it had been a nice thing of him to do. Yet here Tao was, betraying all this kindness and stabbing them all in the back. Telling their enemies about their strengths, weaknesses and techniques. What a piece of shit he was.
His self loathing thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and closing. Filo stomped in, didn't even asked what he did in her room, and flopped on her bed. There, she pulled her pillow over here face, before screaming, then groaning. After a three second long silence, she sat up again. "So, Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic were classmates and best friends with my dad. But my dad can't be my dad because he died at seventeen, and I'm sixteen. Given Mr. Aizawa is only thirty-one, that means my dad would have been fifteen when I was born. So either he isn't really my dad, which is impossible because I look like him and have his quirk, or I'm actually only fourteen, which is also impossible because I remember very much of my childhood and know I'm sixteen. Essentially, I'm having a crisis. Oh, and I'm crushing on someone."
Tao couldn't help it, he laughed. Who ended a rant of existential crisis with the nonchalant statement of having developed a crush? Well, obviously this girl sitting in front of him. Filo blinked at him when the laughter started, but joined soon, probably having realized how she sounded. But at least it was a normal feeling now. They weren't a criminal undercover spy and a disillusioned hero vigilante. They were just two teens with teen problems like having crushes.
"I'm sorry, about your dad.." Tao said with a frown after Filo explained more over what Aizawa and Mic told her. She shook her head. "It's alright. I'm just glad to know about him, and understand why both of them always seem to avoid me." Tao nodded. Filo leaned back on her bed and let out a sigh. All the information she gathered just from the lunch break was a lot. No doubt causing her mind to go into overdrive and fill with thoughts and unanswered questions. Tao watched her, before a small smile grew on his face. "And your crush? How did that happen?" He asked. Filo stared up at the ceiling and blinked, thinking back to that boy. She could feel her heart race again. "When I was going to find Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic, there was this trio. One of them was this boy.." Tao raised a curious brow. "Oh is he not in our class? Do you know his name?" He asked. Filo shook her head, turning to look over at him. "No clue. He had dark hair and pointy ears. His friends, I assume, one was this blonde guy. The other was this girl with blue hair.." Tao's eyes widened. "That's the big three..!Mirio, Neijire, and Amajiki..Meaning you like Amajiki." Filo only blinked. She'd of course heard of the big three, everyone had, but never cared to see what they looked like or who they were. "You'll probably see him again soon, you know. I wouldn't be surprised if they have a day where the big three train our class." Filo hummed, eyes back up on the ceiling as she thought.
Tao let her continue thinking in silence, going back to finish homework and occasionally text Tomura or Toga. The blonde girl begged him to hang out again. She claimed it was too boring with all the 'old guys', it made Tao smile. One day they definitely could go out shopping or such if she simply changed her hairstyle and maybe wore a mask, like he did out in public. A normal day without stabbing people, Toga would pout at. Tao thought to his own parents suddenly, after thinking about what just happened with Filo and the information she gained. At some point he might bring that up to Tomura. He wondered if his own mother was still out there, his father too. He wondered if he could live a normal life. He shook his head, smile now gone. It was too far gone for a normal life. As far as he knew, his father was probably dead or some deadbeat drinking from 3 in the afternoon until 3 the next morning. His mother, he couldn't think of what she was doing. The few memories of her was her being exhausted, coming back to the base and resting. Even when she wasn't, she paid no mind to him. As if she didn't birth him. "Why is life so complicated.." Tao huffed out, head against the table. Filo hummed. "I feel you on that."
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Fic were both JZX and Jiang Yanli are trans? I imagine the engagement would get complicated.
The More Things Change - ao3
“My lady,” the midwife said. “Congratulations. You have a daughter.”
Madame Jin shook her head. “I need a son,” she said.
“My lady –”
“I’m not doing that again,” Madame Jin said, her voice getting stronger. “I need a son.”
“But –”
She looked at her loyal maid, who inclined her head.
A knife flashed.
“Congratulations, my lady,” her maid said, pushing aside the midwife’s body with her foot. “You have a son.”
Madame Jin smiled.
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“I’m glad you survived the birth of your child,” Madame Yu said to her old childhood friend, wondering why she’d been invited over to visit Lanling City quite so quickly – it hadn’t even been a month. “Were you thinking –”
“I have a son,” her friend said.
“Congratulations.”
“You don’t understand,” her friend said. “There’s a problem.”
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“A-Li,” Jiang Yanli’s mother said in a strange tone. “Do you like wearing dresses?”
“Uh-huh,” Jiang Yanli said, trying to see if she could stick her fist into her mouth. She’d always worn frocks, the way all children her age did, but at some point soon her mother had been warning her that she’d need to switch over to wearing proper robes for boys. Jiang Yanli had burst into tears, saying she didn’t want to be a boy at all – that she didn’t want to leave her mother’s side, that she didn’t want to join the world of men, she didn’t, she didn’t.
“And you really don’t want to go be a boy? Really, you’re sure?”
Jiang Yanli nodded.
“What if I said you didn’t have to be? You could be a girl, just the way you like.”
“Really?”
“Mm. But you’d have to be a girl forever.”
“Okay,” Jiang Yanli said happily. “I wanna be a girl forever.”
“Good,” her mother said, and picked her up. “Just keep saying that.”
-
“What do you think we are,” Jiang Fengmian asked his wife blankly. “Qinghe Nie?”
His wife glared daggers at him.
“Attempt the impossible,” she said stiffly. “A-Li has been claiming to be a girl consistently for a year. Would you deny her the chance to follow her dreams?”
Well, when she put it that way…
Jiang Fengmian hesitated.
“It does create a problem,” his wife said, and he looked at her. She smiled faintly and leaned forward, showing her curves to their best advantage. “If she’s a girl, she’ll marry out, won’t she? We need a boy.”
Jiang Fengmian swallowed. A boy sounded – nice, he thought vaguely, eyes caught on what he was being offered. A little boy, lively and bright, with a happy smile always on his face…yes, that sounded rather nice.
Wei Changze’s letter upstairs said that his wife had announced that they had conceived, and that she had divined that it would be a son – it was frightfully early to make such predictions, less than a month in, but apparently disciples of the immortal mountain were able to determine such things early. A boy like that, who could be friends with their boy, a reason for them to come to visit and maybe even to stay…
Yes, he thought. That sounded rather good.
“All right,” he said. “A-Li can be a girl, I guess.”
-
Madame Yu and Madame Jin let news of the engagement seep out as rumor for months before telling their husbands. When they did, they took different approaches: Madame Jin pointed out the strategic benefits of an alliance with Yunmeng Jiang and the unlikelihood of Jin Guangshan finding a match for their son that would give him so much more influence in the cultivation world, which had made her husband stop his grumbling and look upon the match with a favorable eye.
Madame Yu stared at her husband, for whom she had just born a son three weeks premature and very nearly died in the process, and said, “What’s your problem?”
“A-Li can’t marry the Jin sect heir! She’s not –” He waved his hands. “The possibility of children –”
“I would have thought that would be a selling point,” Madame Yu said, and he blinked at her. “He’s Guangshan’s son. There will be children enough.”
After some further arguing, Jiang Fengmian begrudgingly backed down.
Madame Yu smiled to herself, and thought of grandchildren.
-
Everyone said that Jin Zixuan was a spoiled brat and incredibly lucky, but he didn’t think he was. Sure, he was rich and legitimate; his father valued him, while his mother loved him and would defend him against any challengers to his position as heir, but privately…
“Why do I have to work so hard?” Jin Zixuan asked, panting. “I’m already cultivating, and my teachers say I’m not bad with the sword –”
“Not bad isn’t good enough,” his mother said sharply. “You have to keep up with all the rest of them, and that means getting ahead now.”
“The rest of who?” he asked. “Do you mean…”
He hesitated, not knowing if he was also included in his mother’s taboo against mentioning the results of his father’s philandering.
“All of the cultivation world’s young gentlemen,” she said, to his surprise. “You have to keep up with them. No, you need to exceed them. You must!”
“But – why?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
-
“Mother,” Jiang Yanli said. She was clutching a book in her hands. “Mother, can we talk?”
Her mother frowned at her, looking disapproving – and then she saw the book.
Jiang Yanli thought she would yell at her, but she didn’t; her mother only gestured for her to come into her room, ordering her maids to close the doors and windows.
“Mother,” Jiang Yanli said. “Mother, the book –”
“How did you get a spring book?” her mother asked. She looked tired. “Surely you’re still too young?”
Jiang Yanli bowed her head.
It was true, she was too young. And yet…
“Mother, the pictures in the book…”
“I know.” Her mother sighed. “All right. Let me explain.”
-
Jin Zixuan stared at his mother. He felt sick.
“But,” he said, and swallowed. “But what about…?”
“I’ve handled it,” she said harshly. “But that is why you must not allow your father to take you to a brothel. Is that understood?”
-
“Who do you think is the best girl? Zixuan-xiong?”
“Oh, don’t ask him! He has a fiancée, so his answer will be her!”
“A fiancée? Really? What sect is she from? She must be extremely talented!”
“Forget it,” Jin Zixuan said.
“What do you mean by that?” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, and suddenly he was getting into his face. “Say that again if you dare!”
Jin Zixuan opened his mouth, hating him – hating the whole situation, being stuck not making any decisions for himself, his whole life mapped out for him by others – but then hesitated.
Jiang Yanli is the only one fit for you, his mother said. Do you understand? The only one.
“I haven’t met her since I was five,” he said instead of what he wanted, rolling his eyes. “So how could I dare to boast about her in your presence? You all want to know about her, ask Jiang-gongzi.”
Wei Wuxian blinked at him, the wind suddenly taken out of his sails.
Jin Zixuan escaped.
He felt like shit, thought. She was his fiancée, and he didn’t know anything about her – he didn’t want to hear about her, think about her. And yet…
The only one.
He went back to his room and wrote her a letter. It was a mess, the worst thing he’d ever written, nothing at all like the polite and careful phrasing, elegant and beautiful, that he’d been trying to put together, something worthy of his name.
He sent it before he could think better of it.
-
Jiang Yanli held the letter to her chest and smiled.
-
They’d exchanged a few dozen letters. Jin Zixuan knew that his intended was smart and witty, empathetic and kind, observant and well-meaning, but he didn’t know that she was beautiful until after they escaped from the indoctrination camp and the cave with the Xuanwu of Slaughter.
He’d just accompanied Jiang Cheng for the entire seven days it took to get to the Lotus Pier, collapsing right alongside him, and while Jiang Cheng had – somehow – gotten back on his feet and immediately led his father and mother out the door to go rescue Wei Wuxian, he’d stayed down on the floor until someone knelt down in front of him and smiled.
“Can I get you something to eat, Jin-gongzi?” Jiang Yanli asked.
“Uh,” Jin Zixuan said, and turned bright red. He could sure think of some things he’d like to eat – living as his father’s son had certainly given him an education (however theoretical) about that.
“Food,” Jiang Yanli clarified, giggling into her sleeve. “Let me get you some food.”
-
This was probably a bad idea, Jiang Yanli thought, looking down at the head tucked against her chest. I probably should’ve just stuck to food. What if he gets with child? What will we do then?
She couldn’t quite bring herself to regret it, though.
“A-Xuan,” she whispered, and Jin Ziuxan stirred a little. “Can we do it again?”
“You’re insatiable.”
That wasn’t a refusal.
-
“A-Li!” Jin Zixuan shouted, rushing forward. “A-Li, A-Li…!”
She collapsed into his arms.
He looked at the retainers from Meishan Yu, stubborn but pale. “It’s all right,” he said. “She’s my fiancée. I can take care of her.”
“The Jin sect walks in the center path,” one of the retainers said. “Never quite committing to the Sunshot Campaign. How do we know this isn’t a trick to get into the Wen sect’s good books?”
Jin Zixuan bit his lip. He’d pushed his father time and time again, and even that had only gotten them to participate half-heartedly in the fight against the Wen sect. What could he say? What worth was his word?
“It’s all right,” Jiang Yanli said. “I trust him.”
-
“You could do so much better, you know,” Wei Wuxian said. “It’s not too late!”
Jiang Yanli smiled down at her wedding outfit, but thinking instead of the panicked expression on Jin Zixuan’s face a week before when he’d unexpectedly thrown up in the morning when he was supposed to be preparing for the Phoenix Mountain hunt.
“Oh, it’s too late,” Jiang Cheng grumbled. “On that note, you pick the name.”
“The name…?”
“For our upcoming nephew.”
“Shijie! You didn’t!”
Jiang Yanli’s grin widened.
-
“Wei Wuxian has committed a crime in attacking our camp and taking the Wen remnants,” Jin Zixuan’s father announced. “We should –”
“Let it go, Father.”
“…what?!”
“I’m getting married, and he’s A-Li’s shidi,” Jin Zixuan reminded his father. “It would be inauspicious to start a marriage by breaking such a relationship.”
His father looked like he was planning on ignoring that, so Jin Zixuan used his trump card.
“We can’t afford anything inauspicious right now,” he said. “Not when there’s a child on the way.”
His mother dropped her cup.
-
“I have to go,” Jin Zixuan said. “You don’t understand. I have to.”
Jiang Yanli rubbed his hair. “You’re supposed to be in seclusion,” she reminded him. “As am I.”
“I’ve been throwing up every morning for two months, A-Li,” Jin Zixuan pleaded. “I can order them to clear the kitchen. No one would know we were there!”
Jiang Yanli laughed a little. “The craving’s that bad, huh?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, all right. We’ll give it a shot…”
It would have worked, too, if Jin Guangyao hadn’t noticed that too many people were in the wrong place and taken it upon himself to investigate.
“…Jiang-guniang?” He stared at her flat waist, then turned his eyes slowly towards the roundness at Jin Zixuan’s. “Jin-gongzi…?!”
“It’s all right, it’s A-Yao,” Jin Zixuan said to Jiang Yanli. “He won’t tell anyone. Right?”
Jin Guangyao shook his head mutely.
“Seclusion,” he muttered. “No wonder…everyone said it was bad timing that you went into seclusion right before Mistress Jiang announced her pregnancy. But it wasn’t, was it..?” He shook his head. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell.”
“We’re in your debt,” Jin Zixuan said, and thought Jin Guangyao’s eyes upon him were softer than they’d ever been before. “You’ll be a good uncle.”
Jin Guangyao smiled. “Perhaps,” he allowed. “One question, if I may. Who’s the father?”
Jiang Yanli wrapped an arm around Jin Zixuan’s shoulders and beamed.
Jin Guangyao’s jaw dropped again.
-
“Your son needs you,” Jiang Yanli said to Madame Jin. “Go.”
-
“Jin Ling,” Madame Jin said, looking down at the baby in her arms. A son, her grandson…a miracle. “Well. You’re – not what I expected.”
If her husband ever found out…
Well.
She’d just have to make sure he wouldn’t, now, wouldn’t she?
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Oooo I also got another good request how about a hawks x reader childhood friends they grow up together she took his punishments for him yk they have each other’s back and then in the future a villian attack and she ALMOST dies but no she gets save then hawks realizes he loves her and it’s all fluff at the end eek
Ok so, I literally love this request so much, I have no idea why it took me so long to write, but it's finally done!
Oh my god it took so long.
they/them pronouns used.
8k words! please enjoy!
16+ a bit suggestive at the end.
. . .
You sniffed, a hand wiping across your face as tears stung your eyes.
You had been training with the commission for a while now, almost a month to be exact. And it was so hard. In fact, it felt more like they were specifically targeting you.
You looked over at one of the other kids in the commissions program, Keigo, he seemed to have no problem with this exercise, in fact, you would have thought he was excelling at it.
But you could only sit and watch as his little wings flew past you.
You were only pulled from your family recently, but you knew that Keigo was here longer than you were. You rarely talked to him since your arrival, maybe it was because part of you didn’t want to become friends with anyone, maybe it was a small way of acting out, you didn’t know why, but you didn’t like him. He was just so much better than you.
Ever since you first came here, you’ve felt weak. You felt inferior to Keigo, you couldn’t help but compare yourself to him, watching exciede everyones expectations.
Compared to him, you were nothing but a dull blade.
You look down at your hands, cursing them as if that would do you any good. Your eyes stung again, the dust prickling against your eyelids.
The exercise was not supposed to be a difficult one, in terms of the gruelling training practices that they made you do, this one was pretty easy. All you had to do was get from one point in the commission's training facility, all the way to the other side of said facility. A simple running exercise. Although the floors were littered with traps, making it harder for you to get there, you knew it was supposed to be easy. And yet, for whatever reason, you had such immense difficulty.
Your quirk was mostly made for combat. It was the power they gave you the ability to control metal through your will. And although others might find it useful, you found it so difficult.
The problem was, your power was flashy, and yet not as easy to use as one might think. The metal had to touch you, which means that you have to get a hold of some metal object. And although technically you would be controlling it through your mind (Making it fly through the air at your own will) the object couldn’t be very heavy. Whatever metal object you wanted to use would weaken you. For example, controlling a knife was no problem, but controlling a 20 pound ball of metal was extremely difficult. which made your quirk almost completely useless here. Doing a running exercise, like you were doing now, there is little to nothing you could do with your quirk. The only times that your quirk would actually be useful, was during rescue missions or during an attack with multiple heroes in a big city with a lot of metal that you could touch. But that wasn't the case, and you hated it.
As you sat in the corner, trying desperately not to show your tears, you felt a gust of air as you looked up, only to be met with red wings.
“Are you…Ok?”
You never noticed how pretty his eyes were, the honey color’s made his features look so much softer.
After a few minutes, you realized he was still waiting for you to answer.
And for whatever reason, you felt your whole face becoming hot.
“I’m fine.” You said all too quickly.
He raises a bushy eyebrow at you, his face quizzical. “If you’re sure, but we are partners.”
You rolled your eyes.
You two were never truly partners. In this compound, there was only yourself to be concerned with.
“Stop pitying me, I can help myself.”
He smirked, “You say as if you’re not on the ground as we speak.”
You felt your face heating up again as you sprang to your feet, your eyes quickly narrowed, trying your best to seem composed.
“Why did you come back for me?”
But Keigo just shrugged, “Saw someone in need of help.”
That was the last straw.
You angrily stomped away. Who was he to judge you? Who was he to act like some hero? You knew he was the commission's golden boy, they loved him, he was their best weapon.
And you knew he was bright enough to know that as well. Although he never got any special treatment, you could tell by the way they trained him, how they paid more attention to his abilities and not so much the other’s.
Including you.
You felt something pull at you, something tugging you back.
You turned to see- a feather?
“Hey wait a sec,” Keigo said, “I wanna ask you something.”
Your face hardened, you two should be getting back to training soon, you knew the instructor would most likely yell at the two of you for falling too much behind.
“Ask your question and let's go,” you said, huffing.
“Do you want to be friends?”
The question caught you so off guard, causing you to stumble over a rock in front of you.
You whiped back to him, your eyes widen as you realized he was completely serious.
“Wha- friends? What the hell are you on about? There are no friends here, that's an idiot's dream.”
But Keigo only shrugged, “Well, then I guess I’m an idiot.”
You stared back at him, a look of pure disbelief written on your face.
Was he insane? Having friends here was almost imposible. The commission made sure of that, pitting you two against eachother, comparing you to one another, they made it so you would fight amongst yourselves.
“Why would you want to be friends with me?” You asked, your voice barely a whisper.
But he just shrugged, “Because I'm curious about you, and that crousity makes me want to befriend you.”
You stilled, thinking and thinking till your brain hurts.
“Look, you don’t have to say anything right now, I know I probably caught you off guard, and if you don’t want to, I understand… I think-I think I’m just lonely.”
You pursed your lips, still thinking it over in your mind before you grabbed his hand.
“Look, I’ll think about it, but first, let's get this race over with.”
Keigo smiled, blushing a bit as you two took off, hoping you two would becoming good friends.
. . .
And as time went on, you two did, in fact, become the best of friends.
By the time you were both teens, you and Keigo (or Hawks as his hero name) became the commissions pride and joy.
Although you were always so surprised that they didn’t want to through you out, Keigo was so much better than you, and you had fallen much behind him.
Keigo was faster, smarter and stronger, you knew that, you knew that all to well.
But, the commission never removed you, you continued to train to become a hero, right besides Keigo. A part of you wondered if maybe you were only kept on because of Keigo, maybe the commission saw how close you two were, watching how much you mattered to him, and maybe they thought they could use you to their advantage.
The thought made you shiver, mostly due to the fact that it wasn’t impossible, and more than likely.
One night, as you and Keigo lay under the stars on the roof of the commission's building, watching the night sky above.
Suddenly, Hawks turned to you, “Hey Y/N,” he said, “can I ask you something?”
You nodded your head, feeling your heart flutter.
“Do you....do you want to become a hero with me?”
You smiled, “Isn't that the whole reason we’re here? To become heroes?”
But Keigo just shook his head, “No I mean...what do you want to do? With your life?”
You took a pause, you’ve never really thought about it all that much. What did you want to do with your life? You’ve always just done what others have told you to do, always choosing to follow others rather than yourself.
You realized you had never thought about it before, never taking into consideration your feelings, you just worked to survive.
“...I don’t know.”
You hated saying it, it felt like such a childish thing to admit, especially with Keigo. Keigo, who’s figured out his life goal already. Keigo, who’s living out his dream. Keigo, who has most of his life planned out.
“I mean- I guess I’m not used to choosing for myself, you know? I’m not sure how to go about… figuring out my life without someone telling me how to live it first.”
But Keigo just nodded, “No, that makes sense, I mean, you’ve lived here most of your life, you’ve worked to become a hero, but that's really only because you were taught to be one. It’s ok to not know what you want out of life, and don’t worry, I’ll be here to support you, Y/N.”
Keigo turned to you, a smile plastered on his face.
That beautiful, amazing, breathtaking smile.
You felt your face become flushed, and you sat up quickly so as to not have Keigo notice.
“Yeah well- thanks,” you said softly.
But Keigo just laughed, “Don’t worry about it dove.”
. . .
Years later, and Hawks had become the number two pro hero. And you hadn’t done too badly yourself, coming in at the number eleventh spot.
You didn’t mind being behind Hawks, in fact, you found yourself becoming a bit proud of yourself because of how far you had made it.
Right now, you were busy on portal, watching citizens go about their day on a rooftop above.
You watched closely, wondering what kind of life you could have been living if you had never chosen to be a hero, wondering if you too, would have been walking on that very same street as some other hero observed you from afar.
Somedays you found yourself wondering if the hero commission hadn’t taken you away, had let you lived your life for yourself, what would you do? Who would you become?
You wondered if you would have met Keigo as well, or if that would only work if you had been with the hero commission.
Maybe in that universe, you two could finally be together.
It happened a while ago, when you figured out your true feelings for Hawks. Although, maybe you always had feelings for him, since you were little kids. But, you had feelings for him had began to bubble over, you found yourself wanting to spend more time with him, wanted to keep him to yourself. But you would never act on these feelings, you knew better.
Keigo Takami would never be yours, not in a million years.
You let out a sigh, just as you heard boots hit the ground behind you.
“Miss me,” a familiar voice asked.
Even though you had known Hawks since you two were kids, you were always caught off guard by those dazzling eyes, the honey gold color swirling around as he stared down at you, pinning you to your spot on the roof.
You smiled, “Hawks, I just saw you.”
He shrugged, “So? I still missed you in that time.”
You rolled your eyes, “Did you come here to bother me or do you actually have a reason to be here?”
His hands flew to his chest, dramatically saying, “Oh angel, how you wound my poor heart.”
You giggled, “Aw Hawks, always the flare for the dramatic.”
He smiled, but then his eyes got serious, “But I do need your help with something, a mission not too far from here.”
Watching Hawks in action was like watching an artist at work, he was careful, skillful, even downright majestic. He took care in his work, he worked quickly and efficiently, like a well-oiled machine.
And, not to sound too cocky, you two made a pretty good team. And considering you two were very close friends, you vehemently enjoyed working with him.
Although, maybe it was cuz you also had a little bit of a crush on him.
Your face felt flushed at the thought, but before you could think your mouth had already said yes.
“Oh? Are you just agreeing so you can spend time with me, little dove,” Hawks smiled teasingly.
He had a habit of doing this, it was a little game he would play on you. teasing was so fun for him, but he didn’t realize how it gave you such butterflies.
Luckily though, although you did have feelings for him, you learned how to push them away for situations like this.
You scoffed, “Hawks, would you just give me the rundown. Or do I have to call the commission myself?”
He put his hands up, “Wow there chicky, no need to get antsy, I’ll explain everything, ok?”
He told you about the mission, nothing to fancy, in fact, it was quite easy.
Some of his sidekicks had noticed some suspicious activity near a specific location near U.A that the commission wanted to be checked out. They had said that they didn’t want another attack to happen yet again to the school.
On the outside, it might have seemed like the commission gave a shit about the kids in U.A, but you knew better. They just wanted to look good, and right now, this was the best way to do that.
“So basically, if we do see any suspicious activity, we’re allowed to bring anyone in there for questioning, and if worst comes to worst, we have orders to use force.”
You nodded, sounded just like a normal mission for the two of you, should be no p.
“Alright,” you said, “Sounds easy enough. Should we head over now? How will I get there?”
But Hawks seemed to be one step ahead of you.
He held out his hand, a smirk plastered on his dazzling face, “Just hold on to me, sweetheart.”
. . .
You’ve flown with Hawks before, considering how close you two were it was understandable that he would have offered a number of times.
But still, it Always made you so giddy.
The way he held you, so secure in his arms, his face inches away from you. And that gleam in his eyes, it always felt like it was only you and him in that moment, only you two in the entire sky. And each time, it made your heart shudder.
“You ok there, dove,” Hawks asked in your ear.
You jumped a little, surprised by his words. You realized you had begun spacing out while looking directly at him.
You composed yourself, “Just keep flyin’ bird brain. I’m just thinking.”
You could almost feel his smirk, “Thinking? Thinking of what, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Drop it Hawks.”
“Oh,” he said, his tone mischievous, “just like I can drop you?”
Just then, you felt Hawks serve mid-air.
“KEIGO,” you shouted, not even thinking.
But Hawks had regained his hold on you, the prank only lasting for a second.
He laughed, his chest shaking, “You should have seen your face, Chicky! Ha! That was funny!”
But you would disagree, “I swear to God, Hawks, I’ll punch you when we land.”
But you thought for a second, “Sorry I called you your name...so loud.”
Keigo didn’t really like his name, opting to be called ‘Hawks’ instead.
But you knew why he preferred his new name instead. Because of his past.
Keigo was a kid left in the dirt, left and discarded, a remnant of a past that wasn’t so pleasant. You knew that thinking about it only brought pain to him, and saying his name out loud would only remind him of a past he would rather soon forget.
And the name ‘Hawks’ had marked the beginning of a new life for him. It was a way for him to move on past that old life, a way for him to become the best version of himself.
“Sorry,” you whispered.
“It’s ok… I don’t think anyone heard,” Hawks said.
His grip on you seemed to be tighter, more secure.
“And also, you know I would never drop you, right? I could never hurt you, ever.”
You rolled your eyes, “That’s so cheesy. Just don’t drop me and it’s fine.”
. . .
The place wasn’t too bad.
It was an old supply garage, there were about four people from what you could see.
It was definitely near U.A, you could see a clear view to the school, although it was far, it definitely had a vantage point. You could see why this could be a problem, and your brain hurt thinking about what villainous thing they could be planning.
You could hear the guy closest to you, it was a bit hard but you honed your ears.
“So, you all have everything,” a man asked in a scratchy rough voice.
“Yeah,” one of the others said, “everything's here, make sure to give it to Shigaraki with our gratitude.”
You looked over at Hawks, but his eyes were trained on the villains, his black pupils sharpening and watching their every move, before he nodded, signaling to move out.
And then, everything happened in a flash.
Hawks, as always, moved fast and quick, and you come up behind him.
Hawks grabbed one of the men, and held back the other two with his feathers, leaving only you and the two others.
You pulled out your handy metal staff, preparing yourself to bend it to your will.
But you never got the chance.
One of the men smirked a gun in his hand. The other behind him, activating what looked like an ice quirk.
And before you could think, you felt your feet being Frozen down to the hard metal floor of the garage.
“What the hell,” you mutter to yourself.
you tried your best to wiggle your way out of it, but you saw no way to free yourself from your icey binds.
Luckily, with your fast thinking, you grabbed the metal staff, shaping it to hit one of the men square in the jaw, making him drop his weapon.
the other one was taken aback, a perfect opening for your staff to hit him in the face.
But your feet were still frozen to the floor, and a few whacks to the felons was not going to be enough to take them down.
You racked your brain, Hawks was too far away, and there was no way you could get out of the ice on your own.
You brought your metal stuff back, using it to break the ice on your feet. Just as the men were getting back up.
You ran over, preparing to hit one of the men right in the face, a blow big enough to knock them out.
But you never got the chance.
The other man tackled you to the floor, your back hitting the ground.
“Not so tough now, are you, little hero.”
You looked over at Keigo, but there was no use. He was too busy fighting his own battle, and you knew it wasn't fair to rely on him.
So, with all your strength you pushed the man off. Using the metal floor to help you.
Just then, an idea occurred to you. It was risky, but it could work.
You knew that Keigo was far enough for it to work, it wouldn’t hurt him, but the only problem was it wouldn’t trap the two villains he was fighting.
But, considering he was the number two hero, you knew he would be just fine. You trusted him in that.
The ground beneath you is made of metal, you could feel it beneath your feet. You could also feel the two men running towards you.
You dodged their initial attacks, but you knew that they would soon overpower you. You also knew that you couldn't kill them, but you could hurt them.
So your best bet was to trap them, and yourself, before backup came.
You hit your palm against the floor, willing it to your mind. It was a long stretch, and you could feel the strain on your body. The toll that it was taking was immediate, your muscles felt tired, your brain even felt foggy for a few minutes, but you kept going.
You made sure that the ground collapsed, but it wouldn't hurt anybody.
You were not expecting, however, for the ceiling to collapse along with it.
There must have been a support beam on the ground as well that you had taken down with the floor, causing the ceiling to come down.
You looked up, seeing the last moment as the ceiling collapsed on you.
. . .
Hawks hated hospitals.
The smell, the people, the pain. He hated it all, but you were the one in the hospital, so of course, he needed to come.
The days after the accident had been hard, to say the least.
Keigo just remembered watching as the rooftop collapsed, watching your bruised body go along with it.
He remembered screaming your name too, yelling and willing all his feathers to help you, to get you out.
He remembered his heart racing and beating so hard in his chest, he remembered his eyes, tears swelling up as his breath ran ragged.
He didn’t even care about the villains, he had caught the two he had been fighting already, but he didn’t care. He needed to get you out, he needed to make sure you were ok.
After digging for what felt like an eternity, there you were, bruised and bloody. But you were breathing, and he held you close, his tears dripping over your cheeks.
He felt his heartbreak, he couldn't stand the sight of you being hurt, he couldn't stand the thought that he had something to do with it.
He wanted you to wake up, he wanted you to wake up so badly it hurt. For you to look up, and teased him about crying. He wanted nothing more than to apologize over and over, for making his friend suffer, even if it was unintentional.
He knew he could never forgive himself, and he knew he could never make it up to you.
Keigo knew you were in bad shape, so he called the ambulance to take you to the hospital. He was there with you the whole way, watching you, helping in any way he could.
He felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest, watching as your fragile body was rolled away to the special care unit of the hospital, as the doctors told him he couldn’t come in with you.
“Mr. Hawks,” a voice said in front of him.
He flinched.
Hawks wasn’t someone who was easily startled, seeing as he had years of training, but his mind was so all over the place. Worrying and wondering if you were ok, hoping and praying to god everything would be ok.
He couldn’t lose you, and he realized that only now.
If he lost you, how would he even be able to function? You were everything to him, his friend (if he was being truthful, his only true friend) , his rock, the person he could trust for support and help.
To be honest, if he lived in a world without you, he really wouldn’t know what to do…
“Sir?”
He snapped back to reality, his eyes looking up at the doctors.
“Sorry,” he sighed, “I think I’m just a bit off my game today, you’ll have to excuse my behavior. But what were you saying, sir?”
“Well, L/N Y/N has sustained some pretty severe injuries, such as bruising of the sides and hips, and a broken leg,” Hawks sucked in a breath, “We know how to treat it, of course, but Y/N will need much recovery time. That being said, Y/N seems to not have any family or emergency contacts but you. If it’s ok with you, would you be willing to visit as well as look over Y/N in the recovery period?”
Hawks quickly agreed, “Anything doctor, anything you need or Y/N needs...anything at all.”
The doctor smiled at him, “Thank you, Mr. Hawks, unfortunately though, Y/N needs a bit more time alone, but when we deem it ok, you can come back for a visit.”
Hawks felt his shoulders slump, he knew it was selfish, but he had hoped to see you again, to apologize for putting you in that piston, he felt horrible.
The mission wasn't supposed to go like that at all, it was supposed to be a swift and easy fight. It was really just supposed to be the four guys with easy quirks, and they were all supposed to be an easy fight.
Hawks had learned about the hideout in front of U.A a while ago, when he learned it was also a part of the ledge, he went right to Dabi.
“Are you insane,” he had said, “someone will catch you, and personally, I can’t stand by and let you attack those kids.”
“Oh?” Dabi smirked, “And how will you stop us? You’re a part of the league now, bird boy, and we need this lookout, so just shut up already.”
Keigo huffed, “I can’t let you do that, that’s right by my portal area, my bosses will get suspicious, and I look bad enough as it is. I haven’t brought anyone from the league in, soon someone will put two-in-two together.”
It was a lie of course, his bosses knew exactly why he couldn't bring in anyone from the league, they had assigned the mission after all.
But the problem didn't lie with his bosses, it lay with the other Heroes and the public eye. The other hero’s had started to whisper to each other, wondering why the Hawks hadn’t brought in anyone from the notorious League of villains yet. He heard their whispers, and it made him uneasy. He knew if he didn't act soon, they would just grow more and more suspicious. As for the public eye, he couldn't let his image slide, he had to figure out a solution, and this would be the perfect way to do so.
Dabi pondered the idea, toying with Hawks’ growing anticipation, like a cat pawing at a helpless bird.
“Alright, I suppose we can make that work.”
And so, a plan was formed.
Keigo was to swiftly take the four men in for questioning. Dabi had arranged for it so all vital information was to be learned from the lookouts, and then Hawks could swoop in and go in fighting. The other four men would have no idea what was going on, so it looked like the real deal.
They had set up specific times and dates to make sure they would take the men and the lookout down, that way the league wouldn’t lose any vital information.
“I’ll tell you when, don’t start till I tell you,” Dabi had said, “or else there will be problems.”
And Hawks had done as he was told, he waited for Dabi to give him the all-clear, and went in.
But you getting hurt was never a part of the plan.
Keigo felt guilt clawing at his chest. How did he get like this? He was supposed to be the one to protect you, to make sure that you were always okay.
But it seemed like he was the one who got you hurt.
His guilt was suddenly replaced by anger, it made him ball his fist.
Those men were supposed to be easy to take down, they were supposed to be simple to deal with, but even Keigo had difficulty defeating them all on his own.
This was an error on his part, he knew that, but he also couldn’t help but simultaneously blame Dabi as well.
It was his fault that he hadn’t warned Keigo about the strength of the men.
Keigo was going to make him pay….
. . .
Dabi’s head hit the wall with a loud thud, Keigo’s angry eyes boring into him.
“I should kill you right here, right now.”
Dabi laughed, “Look, it wasn’t my fault your little partner couldn’t handle a few guys, ain't they supposed to be a hero? Shouldn’t they be able to help themselves?”
Dabi’s twisted smile made Keigo see red.
“I swear Dabi-”
“The league will come after you, you know that.”
Keigo felt his hands shake with rage, his fingers wrinkling Dabis' shirt.
“What were they to you? You seem pretty upset there, birdy. Maybe….your lover?”
A feather sharpened at Dabi’s neck, Keigo’s fury never leaving his body.
“Say one more goddamn word and I swear to god I'll kill you.”
“Look,” Dabi said, “I didn't know how strong those guys were, I thought that you'd be able to take ‘em down pretty easily. But I guess we just gave ‘em more training than I thought. That's all. Nothing I could have done about it, and nothing you could have done about it. You should know that stuff like this is inevitable, shit is bound to go wrong.”
Keigo released him, his eyes still boring into Dabi’s.
“If I figure out you had some sort of part in this-”
“Yeah yeah, you’ll kill me. I get it.”
Keigo stormed off, walking away from Dabi.
Keigo wanted nothing more than to beat the crap out of someone, anyone, he just wanted someone to blame, someone to feel the way he felt.
The fact that you were in pain only made it worse.
What was he to do now? He couldn’t go home, he would only be able to think about you, only be able to think about your laugh, your eyes, your lips….
He shook his head. Why was he thinking of something like that? And at a time like this? You were...his friend.
But that thought made his heart sink. Like that thought had filled him with dread.
He sighed, shaking his head, this wasn’t about him, it was about you, it was about helping you. Not thinking about his feelings. Or lack thereof.
He felt his phone ring in his back pocket, just before he was leaving.
Looking at the number, he realized it was the doctor's office that was calling.
Without even thinking he picked up, “Hello?”
“Hello Mr. Hawks, we just wanted to ask if you would want to come in and see the patient L/N Y/N, they have woken up. So if you would like to see them-”
“Yes!” Keigo said, a bit too excitedly, “Sorry- about the interruption- but yes I would like to see them.”
“Alright Mr. Hawks, please come whenever you can, they’ve been asking for you.”
. . .
Hawks had never flown so fast, rushing so fast in order to see you, needed to see you.
When he finally got there, he rushed in, finding the receptionist to find your room.
“They’re in room 236 sir-”
But he cut her off, adrenaline pumping through his body.
“Ok, thank you so much.”
Finding your room was easy, and yet, he found himself outside your room, dreading to go in.
How could he face you? How could he apologize? How could he look you in the eye, see what happened to you, and be able to talk to you.
He ran a hand down his face, why was this so hard? He’s taken down many many villains before, and he had never felt as anxious as he did now?
“...Hawks?”
He jumped, he actually jumped.
There you were, standing, only a few inches away from his face, his eyes widened and he could feel his whole body becoming hot.
Why did he suddenly become like this around you? His heart felt like it was on fire, his whole body felt strange.
But your face, it looked so stunning, that for a moment he couldn’t feel his lungs.
“Are you...ok?” He was surprised that his voice finally managed to work.
You blinked, “Yeah, I’m ok. What about you, though? Your face is all red. Do have a fever or something? I can call a doctor.”
“No no,” he sighed, “just...feeling weird I suppose.”
He felt the redness travel from his cheeks all the way up to his ears, “I-I’m fine, really, don't worry about me, I'm actually here to see you.”
You smiled, gazing up at him, “Aww, you can see lil’ old me? How thoughtful.”
You both walked into your room, and Hawks watched as you lay down on the bed.
The hospital room was nothing special, a state-of-the-art hospital room, similar to one's that Hawks had been in many times. Being a hero always came with getting hurt, but seeing you in this condition, made his heart squeeze.
if he could, he would go back in time and figure out a way so that he could be in this situation, not you. You didn't deserve it, you have done nothing but help him, and this is how he repaid you? He felt sick with guilt.
“Hawks?” You said.
He snapped up, like coming back from a bad dream.
But you just laughed your sweet, kind laugh.
Hawks wanted to hear it again, one more time he wanted to hear you laugh like that, it made him feel like everything was drifting away from him like it was just you and him in this entire world.
“You’re totally out of it! What’s gotten into you,” You said, a smile still plastered on your face.
“Sorry, just thinkin’.”
“Yeah well you must be thinking a little too hard there, are you okay? Do you want to sit down? Something's obviously bothering you, you can tell me.”
but hawks just side, “I don’t know, I don’t want you to be upset with me.”
But you just smiled up at him, “Hawks, nothing in this world could make me upset with you.”
And so he told you, about the league, about the secrets he's been hiding from you. It felt good, it felt good to finally confide in someone, it felt like a weight being lifted off his shoulders. he felt at ease, talking to you like you were the only person who would ever understand. And you probably were.
You listened to him, you listened as he told you about what happened, about how sorry he felt, you didn't blame him for what happened, You just listened. You listened and listened and listened.
So when he finally finished, he was scared of what you would say.
“...I’m sorry,” he said.
“Why are you sorry, Hawks you didn’t do anything wrong.”
He looked up at you, “B-but I got you hurt-”
“That’s not your fault though, you had a mission to follow.”
“But I should have never involved you.”
“I'm glad you did, it could have been you that would have gotten hurt,” you said, smiling.
But he just tsked, “It would have been better if it was me, I can’t stand to see you like this, you know.”
Your hands went to his cheeks, bringing his face closer, “And I wouldn’t be able to see you like this either, I would have blamed myself. I’m glad I came with you, even if it meant I got hurt in the process. I care about you, Hawks.”
Keigo couldn’t breathe, you were so close, your lips an inch away.
“Keigo.”
Your eyes widened, “What?”
“I want you to call me Keigo when we’re alone from now on, I...I like when you say it.”
You paused for a moment, and then burst out laughing, “Where did this come from?”
His face went red, “I-I don’t know, just kinda been thinking about it I guess.”
You giggled a bit before saying, “Ok, I mean, if that’s what you want. Y’know, you’ve been acting strange Haw-Keigo,” you corrected, “are you sure everything's ok?”
There it was again, the pitter-batter in his heart, the nervousness in his stomach.
Something was wrong, but he didn’t know how to say it.
He didn’t know how he would even categorize the way he was feeling, he couldn't explain it to himself, much less to you.
“I’m fine, just...overwhelmed I guess.”
He shook his head, “But I should be asking how you are, you're the one in the hospital, not me. Stop worrying, how are you, how are you feeling? What do you need me to do? I'll be here to help you, no matter what.”
You rolled your eyes, “Eventually you’ll have to go home, and I’m totally fine, Keigo.”
By the mention of his name, he couldn’t help but feel his heart squeeze.
“R-right, well, can I just..stay here. With you? Till you get better?”
You smiled, “Of course.”
. . .
While you were in the hospital, Keigo stayed by your side. He never left you, he cared for you, watched over for you, and was so understanding.
It only made your feelings for him deeper, and you were loath to admit that you enjoyed it.
You enjoyed watching him fawn over you, knowing that he was close to you. You two would talk for hours, about anything, and you loved it. You loved feeling him near you, watching his eyes soften and the stupid silly quirk of his smile. You felt warm inside, you felt so at peace with him at your side.
You knew it was selfish, but you couldn't help loving how long you were spending with him.
But, it all came to an end, and you had to go home.
To your surprise, Keigo offered you to stay with him for a little bit.
Just till you get back on your feet,” he said.
Your heart leaped at the opportunity, sharing a house with the guy you had a crush on for years? It felt like you were a lovesick teenager again. Although, you would always be lovesick when it came to Keigo.
At Keigo’s house, he was nothing but polite to you. Although, a bit too polite.
For all his flirting, for all his suave charm, he was never really like that with you. He was just normal, keeping to himself in the house, but always being able to hang out with you or do anything with you if you wanted.
And yet, you could feel the nervousness oozing off of him, like he wanted to say something, but was holding himself back.
Like something was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t get it out.
It, intern, made you just as nervous.
Were you being a nuisance? Did you say something to upset him? A million thoughts running through your head, and you are worried about all of them.
The last thing that you would ever want to do would be to upset Keigo, but you couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
Maybe he felt bad about the accident?
You sucked in a breath, that had to be it. He felt bad, and therefore, was nervous around you.
You have to confront him, you thought, you had to clear the air so you would both feel better.
You decided to wait till tomorrow morning, not wanting to scare or embarrass him well you could tell he was so nervous.
. . .
“Keigo,” you said, a waver in your voice showing how nervous you were.
“Hm?” Keigo looked up from his phone, his honey-colored irises landing on you, only serving to make you more anxious.
You took a deep breath, “I wanna talk to you about something. and it's pretty important, so I'd appreciate it if you could listen till the end.”
Keigo sat up, “What, am I in trouble or something?” He said in a teasing, yet nervous way.
“No,” you sighed, “But I just really need to talk to you about something.”
You took one moment more to collect yourself before speaking, “We've known each other for a long time, we've known each other since we were little kids when we were both put into the commission's program and since we were both made heroes. So you should know, that I know when you're upset.”
You saw Keigo twitch in his chair, but you continued.
“You've been nervous ever since the hospital, maybe even nervous in the hospital. And I don't know what's going on with you. I... I don't know if it was something that I did, or if it was something that happened, but I'm here for you. And I don't like it that you keep this a secret from me. I consider you to be one of my best friends, and I want you to know that you can trust me. No matter what happens, I'll still always love you. Nothing will ever change that,” a smile pulled at your lips as you said your last sentence.
It was silent for a few moments, the air between you too felt heavy and suffocating.
Finally, Keigo spoke, “Y/N, I want to tell you something, but... I'm not sure how you’ll react.”
You tried to speak up again, but Keigo cut you off.
“I know that you're going to say that nothing can ever come between us, and I do believe you. But... something came up and I just don't know how to deal with it. You mean so much to me, and losing your friendship is my worst nightmare. And I guess…. I just got so scared of losing you that I just didn't think about anything else. I'm sorry.”
Your face contorted into one of confusion, “Keigo, I’m not sure what you mean? What are you talking about? What came up?”
But Keigo just sighed, “Y/n I...I think I’m in love with you.”
You felt your heart stop, your eyes widened as your brain was racing.
What did you say? No... that couldn't be right.
Keigo Takami could not be in love with you, he just wouldn't. You had accepted that a long time ago, you knew that he would never have the same feelings that you had for him. You knew that, so what was going on?
“I...I’m sorry?”
Keigo’s face turned a bright shade of pink, “I-I think I’m in love with you. I’m sorry to spring this on you so suddenly, I know it must be a lot to take in, if you’re uncomfortable being here with me feel free to leave. I completely understand-”
But your lips stopped his words, your body pressed firmly to his.
He was started by the kiss at first, but soon, his body and mind became muddled, hands wrapped around your waist as he tasted your lips. It felt intoxicating.
Before you knew it, your hips were straddling him, keeping him locked in his chair. But Keigo wasn’t complaining.
Your lips tangled with one another as moans escaped both of you, your hands unable to leave each other's bodies.
Your hands traveled down his chest, even ripping open the button-down he was wearing, showing his abs and rippling muscles.
“Y/N..” Keigo said, his voice hoarse.
When you looked back up at him, his eyes were narrowed, slanted, and staring you down. But they had a softness to them, one that made your heart flutter.
“Keigo… god you have no idea how much I love you,” you said.
If this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.
Keigo smirked, “‘s that so babe? Well, I plan to show you just how much I love you tonight.”
His lips attached to the column of your throat, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin. His hands roaming up and down your body made you feel as though you were on fire. His calloused hands stroked your back, making you arch into him.
“K-Keigo,” you moaned.
But he just hummed into your skin, his brain turning to mush, only able to think about how much pleasure he could give you, how much love he wanted to show you.
“Keigo, I love you,” you whispered into the shell of his ear.
Keigo groaned, still occupied with your neck, but pulled his lips away in order to say; “I’m glad,” and smiled at you.
You returned his smile before your lips found his again.
It would be a very long night.
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Summary: After Spencer fails his firearm recertification, the FBI believes some hand-to-hand combat and self-defence training is in order, and who better to administer it than the BAU's very own, Derek Morgan? Everything goes swimmingly until Derek decides to simulate an attack from above, and Spencer's thrust into the throes of a horrific flashback.
Tags: hurt/comfort, past abuse, platonic cuddling, angst with a happy ending, friendship or pre-slash, crying, panic attacks, flashbacks, episode: s01e06 LDSK, protectiveness
TW: !!Discussions of Underage Rape/Non-Con including Molestation and Incestuous Sexual Abuse!!
Pairing: Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid (Platonic or Pre-Slash)
Word Count: 4.3k
Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Bad Things Happen Bingo
It’s a dreary day in late October when he fails his recertification test. Later, he’ll look back on this moment with a strange mixture of thankfulness and stone-cold dread, but in the moment all he can feel is the burning of his cheeks and the festering humiliation sat heavy in his chest.
Hotch is kind about it, because Hotch is kind about everything.
“Do you know what happened, Reid?” he asks with a complete absence of judgement, and it’s clear from everything about his body language and tone that he isn’t angry and he isn’t being critical, but Spencer feels his defences rising regardless.
He shakes his head and shrinks back in his seat, avoiding Hotch’s eyes.
“Did anyone do anything to make you feel uncomfortable?”
His eyes snap up to meet Hotch’s and he shifts to sit a bit more upright as he shakes his head with more vehemence this time. Sure, he didn’t particularly like the evaluator, but only because he seemed unimpressed with Spencer from the moment he laid eyes on him, acting as though evaluating someone who was doomed to fail was a waste of time.
Spencer can’t exactly blame him.
Hotch sighs. “Listen, Spencer,” he says gently, “I know you can handle yourself in the field and I know you can handle a gun just fine, but you know how many requirements were overlooked for you to join the unit in the first place, and you also know that your position in the BAU has been controversial with a few of the higher-ups. So, here’s the plan. I’m going to be your evaluator for your next recertification in two weeks, and in the meantime, I want you to do some hand-to-hand training with Derek to improve and consolidate your field and self-defence skills.”
Realistically, he knows that this is the best he could’ve hoped for, and he knows how hard Hotch and Gideon fight his corner when he’s questioned by everyone from witnesses to local PDs to the director of the bureau himself.
That does not mean he has to be happy about this.
He acquiesces because he has to. “Okay,” he says quietly, hoping he doesn’t sound as defeated as he feels.
“Reid,” Hotch says, redirecting his attention from the spot on the carpet he’s staring at. He waits for Spencer to look at him before smiling slightly and looking at him with a raw kind of earnest he knows is privileged to witness. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”
It’s Spencer’s turn to smile, brightening up from his miserable disposition slightly. “I do.”
⭑⭑⭑
“Hey, pretty boy,” Derek says cheerfully, slamming his locker closed just as Spencer enters the FBI gym. “I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna show.”
Spencer sighs, opening the locker next to Derek’s and putting his messenger bag inside before opening the grocery bag he’d brought his gym clothes in. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says drily as he pulls out his clothes and heads towards one of the two private changing cubicles.
He hears Derek chuckle to himself before he calls back to him as he opens the door to the gym. “I’m gonna set up, you come through when you’re ready.”
Spencer procrastinates for as long as he can, making sure his shoes are tied perfectly and the bows are even sizes, folding all his work clothes as neatly as possible and placing them carefully back into the grocery bag, but before long, there’s nothing more he can do and he has to face the music. He inhales deeply, steeling himself for the next hour, before putting his bag in his locker (closing it with much less force than Derek did earlier) and walking into the gym.
It’s a fairly big hall that’s usually used for academy recruits, large scale demonstrations, and the various sports teams that have cropped up in different divisions of the FBI. Spencer knows that Derek currently plays basketball for the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime team, the department that the BAU is part of.
Right now, though, Derek has them set up in a tucked-away corner, both hard and soft mats laid out on the ground surrounded by various equipment Spencer couldn’t hope to identify correctly.
“You took your time,” Derek says when Spencer approaches him, eyebrows raised and an obvious note of amusement in his voice. “But now you’re here, let’s get started.”
They begin with a short conditioning exercise that Derek says is supposed to ‘get the blood pumping’ but in actuality has Spencer panting like a dog and soaked with sweat within minutes. Maybe those higher-ups have something of a point. He knew he was unfit, but this is just embarrassing.
“Okay, now with the warm-up out of the way—”
“That was a warm-up?”
Derek doubles over with his laughter and Spencer can’t help but join in, despite how out of breath and red in the face he might be.
“It’s supposed to be, Spence, but maybe I over-estimated things a little,” he concedes once their giggles have died out. “Alright, alright, let’s move on to some basic self-defence moves. I know you probably already know most of these, but this is supposed to be a refresher, yeah? And to remind you that you can hold your own in the field, whether you pass your recertification or not.”
Spencer winces. “I don’t know, Derek, I mean I did fail every single physical aspect of the academy examination.”
“See, that’s what I mean, pretty boy,” Derek says, standing up from the mat and helping Spencer up, too. “You’re in your own head, and when you’re out in the field, you have enough enemies without making your own mind one as well. You know this stuff, Spence, I’m just here to remind you of that.”
“Alright,” he nods, holding in his sigh. He doesn’t mean to be negative, he just can’t help the way he’s feeling. The last week has been rough.
“Okay, so let’s go through front-facing attacks first,” Derek says. “What’s the first move you can do to protect yourself in that situation?”
“Elbow shield,” Spencer replies, holding out his arm and blocking Derek from coming any closer with his forearm acting as a barrier that Derek presses his chest against.
“Exactly, and what can you do to inflict damage in that position?”
Spencer responds by sliding his forearm up to Derek’s neck and applying light pressure, not wanting to actually hurt him.
“You got it. Okay, now what if I manage to grab you and pull you closer, what’s your move?”
He keeps his forearm locked to keep Derek from advancing too close, but this time he grabs his bicep with both hands and uses his core to bring him closer before he raises his shin and mimes kicking him in the groin.
“See, you know this stuff,” Derek says brightly. “The only note I have is to just remember to keep your thumbs in line with the rest of your fingers, not wrapping under my arm.”
“Oh yeah, that makes sense. The thumb is easily broken, although the most common injury associated with a broken thumb is actually damage to the larger bone of your hand, the metacarpal.”
Derek chuckles. “Exactly.”
Funnily enough, Spencer actually finds himself having fun as they walk through some other basic defensive movements as well as the best way to use tactical punches to overpower or debilitate an unsub or attacker. They frequently burst into peals of laughter, as can be expected when two close individuals find themselves having to do semi-serious work together, and before he knows it, forty-five minutes have flown by.
“Okay, I want to end with some more up close and personal attacks and the best way to stave them off, alright?” Derek says as he puts away the boxing gloves and pads.
Immediately, Spencer feels a small glimmer of nerves and anticipation for how this might make him feel, but he brushes it off. He knows he’s safe with Derek, and the whole point of the exercise is to defend himself. Nothing’s going to happen.
“Let’s start with an attacker coming at you from behind,” Derek decides, coming up behind him. “I’m going to cover your mouth, and you’re going to use your skills and knowledge to remove me, alright?”
Spencer nods, hoping Derek doesn’t read the hesitancy in it, and he supposes that he doesn’t because soon enough a large palm is tightly covering the lower half of his face.
For a brief moment, he isn’t a twenty-five-year-old agent training with one of his closest friends in the gym in the basement of the FBI Headquarters, but a scared and lonely ten-year-old in his childhood bedroom, trying to fight the persistent, evil man on top of him, wondering why his dad would do this to him—
He snaps himself out of it by opening his eyes and forcing himself to take in the surroundings, and before long instinct takes over and he’s gripping at Derek’s wrist and using his core and bodyweight to bend forward and free himself from the restrictive hold.
“Good job, Reid!” Derek says encouragingly, and there’s no evidence on his face when he turns around that he noticed any sort of hesitation or deliberation, so he suspects that his flashback really was only for a second, no matter how everlasting and all-consuming it felt in the moment.
He manages a shaky smile, and invites his next method of torture. “What’s next?”
“Okay, what if I was to grab your t-shirt and immediately start punching you?” Derek asks, immediately miming doing exactly like that.
Fighting the instinct to go into protective mode, he instead turns around elbow first and uses his other hand to mime punching Derek while his knee goes up to attack his groin.
“Perfect! That’s the spirit, kid. No unsub’s ever gonna get the best of you.”
Spencer blushes a little at the praise, ducking his head so he doesn’t have to meet his eye, but inside he’s beyond pleased, both with the encouragement from Derek and his own self-confidence he can feel flooding back. Maybe he really does have a handle on the more physical side of things. Maybe he isn’t just good for his brain.
“Alright, let’s finish off with some on the ground stuff, okay?” Derek says, sitting down on the mat and inviting Spencer to join him with a pat on the space beside him.
He hesitates a little, and this time Derek notices, his face softening.
“Listen, I know this one is a bit more uncomfortable than the others, but we’re almost done, right? Let’s just get a few moves consolidated and then you can go and have a shower and head home to relax.”
Spencer nods finally and joins him, laying on his back as Derek instructs. The vulnerability of the position has him feeling deeply uncomfortable, no matter how many times he tells himself that he’s safe with Derek, but he forces himself to lie still. If nothing else, he doesn’t want to reveal this very personal and private detail of his childhood to his best friend. He just needs to keep reminding himself that he’s safe.
“Right, let’s practice the pinned wrist escape, okay?”
Before he knows what’s happening, before he can process the words and prepare him for what’s about to happen, Derek’s straddling him and resting his full weight over his hips and his wrists are wrapped in a tight grip, pinned to the mat above his head.
It’s so sudden and the sensations so overwhelming that he can’t help the immediate fear response that’s triggered, because he’s not in the FBI gym with Derek anymore, he’s somewhere else entirely.
“No, please,” he begs, voice strangled by a sudden, all-consuming dry sob that heaves his chest, “please don’t, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, please, dad, don’t—”
His sobs suddenly overtake his words and he’s left crying pathetically on the floor, too trapped in the memory to notice that the pressure’s been removed from his hips and he’s free to move his arms, too consumed by the physical and emotional anguish that came with the abuse to hear Derek’s desperate, heart-broken pleas from beside him, begging him to come back to himself.
“Spencer!”
A voice finally manages to break through the fog of panic, and he slowly regains consciousness, the white hot glaze of fear and crippling memory fading incrementally until he can see the high beams of the gym ceiling, until he can hear Derek’s gentle, soothing words beside him.
“It’s alright, pretty boy, I’m here, you’re safe,” Derek tells him gently, although Spencer can hear the urgency in his voice, even in his scared and overwhelmed state.
He covers his face with his hands as his desperate, heaving sobs transform into wet, humiliated cries.
“Hey, hey, Spence,” Derek murmurs beside him, “is it alright if I touch you?”
He considers shaking his head, but really, he wants some comfort right now, no matter how much he’ll hate himself for embarrassing himself further later. He’s glad he does though because Derek very carefully and very slowly lifts him up until he’s wrapped up in a comforting hug, his face buried in a strong chest. He’s not sure he’s ever felt safer than in this exact moment.
“You’re alright, pretty boy, I got you.”
Spencer continues to cry, the overwhelm of having a flashback that intense still wracking his body, but eventually, he starts to calm down, the tension slowly bleeding from his muscles as he collapses, boneless against Derek’s body.
“Here, why don’t you have this granola bar and some water,” Derek suggests gently when his tears have dried up, reaching over to the edge of the mat where he was clearly hiding some post-exercise rewards.
Spencer accepts them tiredly, not moving from his position slumped against Derek’s chest.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Derek asks him once he’s sipped his way through half the bottle and the granola bar is gone.
As much as he’d like to get things off his chest, as much as he trusts Derek, he just— can’t. So he shakes his head and pulls himself into a sitting upright position, although he still doesn’t meet Derek’s eyes.
“Okay,” Derek says softly. “I’m gonna drive you home. Come on.”
Spencer numbly walks through the locker room and the halls of the FBI with Derek guiding him until they reach his car, and the motion of climbing in brings a little bit more awareness back to him.
“Thanks,” he whispers as Derek starts the engine and drives them out of the parking garage.
“Don’t be ridiculous, pretty boy. No thanks needed.”
They don’t speak on the journey home, and Spencer contents himself with looking out the window at the passing scenery until they enter the city and trees transform into tower blocks. His mind drifts, but he’s just grateful that it doesn’t keep circling back to the flashback, having somewhat successfully resealed those memories like he always does, pushing them down and smothering them with as much good as he can collect in people and memories and things.
The silence between them prevails until Derek steps into his apartment behind him, closing the front door and helping Spencer out of his jacket before hanging his own coat up on a hook and steering Spencer towards the sofa. “You are going to sit here,” he orders, picking up one of Penelope’s hand-knitted blankets from its position neatly folded over the arm of the sofa, “while I get some tea and something to eat. Fancy anything in particular?”
Spencer remembers the satsumas and macaroons Penelope brought over the other day and tells Derek as such, following the other man with his eyes until he disappears into the kitchen and he’s left alone with his hazy thoughts for a couple of minutes.
They pass in a blur, though, and before he can blink, Derek is pressing a mug of warm chamomile tea into his hands and placing a small plate of a satsuma and a couple of macaroons on the coffee table.
The weight of Derek sitting down on the sofa next to him, and the grounding feeling of his palm wrapped around his ankle, has his hazy mind clearing until he’s in a much more present and aware headspace, enough so that Derek clearly notices it.
“You feeling a bit more like yourself?”
Spencer nods, and offers a small smile, trying to ignore the curls of humiliation and self-loathing working their way up his throat. Thoughts he hasn’t had in years are bursting at the seams Spencer had sewn tightly around them, brought up by physical memory alone, and he’s trying to hold them back, but somewhere in the back of his head, there’s his dad again, whispering dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, di—
“Hey, Spence,” he hears, and he snaps his head up, his dad’s voice shutting up and making room for Derek’s — Derek’s soft and gentle reassurances, his promises that he’s here and he’s safe and everything will be okay. “You got a bit lost in your head again there, kid. You alright?”
Spencer sighs tiredly, and a tear runs down his face unbidden. He’s not crying exactly, just— leaking. Leaking in the way a tap that hasn’t been turned on for years does when it finally experiences a much overdue release of pressure. Leaking in the way Spencer Reid does when he has a flashback to the sexual abuse he experienced as a child for the first time in two and a half years.
“Spencer,” Derek says, and something in his voice catches his attention, something serious, something earnest. He looks over at him. “Spencer, I know what you’re going through.”
His cheeks pale and he can hear the blood rushing in his ears because those words, that means— surely not, right? How could Derek— how could he—
“It happened to me, too.”
And there’s the confirmation. There are the five words that have him breaking down again, tears splashing into hot chamomile tea and onto cold, cold hands, sobs wracking his sore and tired shoulders. No one should have to go through what he did, no one. Especially not— God, especially not—
“Hey, Spencer, listen to me,” Derek says urgently scooting closer on the sofa until he can lift Spencer’s chin up with his hands and raise his head until their eyes are locked on one another and he can bear witness to the pain and the openness and the concern swimming in his dark brown irises. “I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re here, aren’t we? We’re safe. Don’t cry, pretty boy, everything’s gonna be just fine, I promise.”
He pauses to give Spencer a little time to catch his breath, but after a couple of minutes he speaks up again. “Would you like me to tell you about it?”
Spencer knows it will break his heart to hear. He doesn’t want to listen to a story in which Derek Morgan was the victim and not the hero, not his hero, but part of him knows that he needs to hear it; needs to know that he wasn’t and isn’t alone. And he can’t help but wonder whether maybe Derek needs to say it. Whether he also needs to tell someone what happened and have them empathise completely, have them say “I understand, I know what you’re going through” and have them mean it.
So he nods.
“His name was Carl Buford,” Derek says, resting the hand not clutching Spencer’s ankle on his knee, “and he was my football coach. A hero of the community. After my dad died, I got in a little trouble on the streets, right, and as a result, I got a record. Eventually, that record was expunged, and I learned that Buford had done it. I was confused, obviously, but he told me I had potential, that I was special, that I was going places and he was gonna help me get there.
“And so we started spending more time together. At first, it was just one-on-one football training and some run of the mill mentoring, and I finally felt like I had a real father figure again, someone who I could look up to and talk to and trust. Until one day when he took me up to his cabin. He gave me Helgeson wine to intoxicate me, and then convinced me to go skinny-dipping in a lake with him but when we came back to the cabin, he started— he started rubbing up against me. It eventually spiralled into… molestation and rape. He used to say "You better man up, boy, look up to the sky" when I would cry out for him to stop, or later — when some shameful part of me had accepted it — when I would wince in pain or he could sense I didn’t want to be there.
“And that went on for years until I guess I outgrew his preference and he— I mean— I guess, I guess he must have moved on.”
Spencer wants to be sick, and he’s pretty sure Derek feels the same, so all he can do is lean forward and wrap Derek in the tightest hug he can manage while they cry together.
“Did you ever tell anyone?” Spencer asks after a little time has passed.
Derek nods. “When it started affecting my football career in college, I started seeing a therapist, and I’ve really gotten to a place now where I’ve come to terms with it. As much as I’m ever going to be able to anyway. Half of that therapy was me grieving for the childhood I lost, expressing the anger I felt towards Buford in a healthy way, and then accepting that there isn’t anything I can do to undo the pain except work my ass off at the BAU putting guys like him behind bars since I lost my chance with him.”
Spencer nods. “I’m sorry he isn’t in prison.”
Derek shrugs his shoulders a little, pulling out of the hug. “I keep tabs on him. If I ever so much as catch a whiff of him hurting one of the boys at the centre I’ll be on him in no time. Just… waiting for the evidence, I guess.”
Spencer takes the hand resting on top of his knee and squeezes it, a show of solidarity his tongue can’t manage.
They sit in silence for long, comfortable minutes before Spencer finally feels like sharing. He knows that Derek isn’t expecting anything: if he never wanted to explain, he knows Derek would understand completely, but something about knowing he’ll understand like no one else can, that he can share and feel safe in doing so has his own story rolling off his tongue like it never has before.
“It was my dad,” Spencer says quietly, a confession he’s always been too ashamed to make. “The first time it happened was the night of my sixth birthday. He said that the day was his own celebration, because he’d waited so long and he was finally going to get his prize. He raped me. It wasn’t like that every time, sometimes he’d stop at… touching or— or fellatio, sometimes he’d come into my room and stand over me, getting off on how scared I was anticipating the act that never came.
“He left when I was ten, not far away from my eleventh birthday, and a big part of me always wondered whether the main reason he left was that I wasn’t in his preferential age group anymore. But when I was thirteen, I bumped into him in a hotel in California of all places, and even though I was bigger and stronger and nowhere near as vulnerable, he still got the best of me, he still weaseled his way into my room and took advantage of me again. After that time I carried pepper spray everywhere I went until the FBI issued me a gun. I swore I’d never let it happen again.”
Derek looks desperately sad when he finally meets his eyes again, and before he knows it he’s being wrapped in another hug, and they’re both in pieces again. However painful these memories are, though, the release of them is more cathartic than anything Spencer’s ever experienced; crying together with another survivor over everything they lost, the people that stole their childhoods and abused them for years on end, their younger, scared selves, desperate for someone to save them.
It hurts Spencer’s heart, but he also doesn’t think he’s ever felt safer than right in this moment.
“Is this the first time you’ve talked about this, Spence?” Derek asks eventually, with his cheek resting on the top of Spencer’s head.
“Yes,” he admits, another tear dripping onto the hands curled anxiously in his lap.
Derek pulls away and looks him in the eye, cupping his face gently and brushing a tear away with his thumb. “I’m proud of you.”
As broken and unseemly and ripped open and torn apart as he feels right now, as exposed as this entire ordeal has made him feel, for the first time, he thinks he agrees with Derek.
His trust was destroyed by the person supposed to protect him, and he’s carried the trauma of being sexually abused as a young child around with him for the last two decades, and still, he’s here. He’s brave enough to share himself with Derek, and he’s strong enough to cry and grieve and ache for the scared six-year-old boy he wishes he could go back in time and save.
Right now, in the early evening light of the flat and the safe and supportive arms of his best friend, he’s proud of himself, too. And that feels really damn good to finally say.
Please practice self-care after reading this, especially if you are also a survivor.
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hc’s about falling in love with your childhood best friend.
masterlist.
warnings: swearing ig?? it’s fluffy, mainly. i tried to make it fairly gender neutral in terms of the reader.
notes: hi uh these were supposed to be for the dekusquad but they ended up being SO much longer than i originally intended so i cut down on the characters ;-; i struggled with bakugou’s but his ended up being the longest??? idk man, hope you guys like it <3 these are seriously just drabbles in disguise
izuku midoriya
you met at an author meetup at the local bookstore. the book was a biography about all might, ofc you were bound to meet
you were in front of him in line and he shyly complimented you on the all might t-shirt you had worn
you two basically spent the entire time talking to each other about your favourite pro heroes as you waited in line
by the time you got to the front, you were so engrossed in your own conversations that both inko and your mom figured it would just be better to take you two home for a playdate instead
since you were friends with midoriya, that meant bakugou was also in your little circle
you stood up to him a couple times and always checked up on midoriya after kacchan’s tiny tantrums
midoriya appreciated that, and you two were practically inseparable
bakugou always accused you two of teaming up against him
you would simply link arms with midoriya, tilt your chin up high and say that you were a full package deal. two peas in a pod. two halves of a whole, always
midoriya’s face seemed to be permanently red that entire day
you two were pretty dedicated in school, with you wanting to persue your top picks for high school. that meant that there were lots of study dates between you two
during those study dates, midoriya couldn’t help if his gaze lingered on you just a bit more than his notes about quirk laws
he realized he was in love with you when you had stayed after school to look for the notebook kacchan had burnt
“you don’t have to do this, y/n. i can find it on my own… i don’t want to make to make you stay any longer.”
“don’t say that, izuku. i don’t mind. besides, we always stick together and we will even after you get into ua!”
“a- after i get in?” he spoke in a disbelief. everyone had doubted him, everyone had told him that he needed a quirk in order to get in but not you
you stayed. you supported him. you believed in him.
he grabbed your hand on instinct, startling you. “i- i-” he began stuttering, eyes darting about as the feelings he hadn’t realized resurfaced
“thank you.”
you gave him a gentle smile, chest feeling light as your hand encased in midoriya’s squeezed his own comfortingly
“full package deal, remember?”
he nodded, his smile jittery and shy. you giggled, blush dancing on your cheeks as you went on your next rant about how kamui woods could totally beat mount lady in a fight
midoriya gripped the straps of his backpack, chest feeling light and his head feeling dizzy with all the new thoughts of you flooding his mind
oh yeah, he was definitely in love with you
shouto todoroki
you were his neighbour
well, more accurately, your grandparents were his neighbours and you visited often
your grandparents made you get the mail in the mornings and sometimes you would see him outside in the front yard with his mother. you would wave to him, and he would give a timid wave back after some encouragement from his mother
you would play outside with your grandfather, flying your tiny kite and playing catch with him
until you noticed there was a boy lingering near the fence separating the both of your houses
he was watching the relationship you had with your grandfather curiously, almost as if there were a bit of envy in his eyes
being the kind child that you were, you went over to him and passed the small ball between the rungs of the fence to him
shouto was hesitant, but eventually took the ball from your inviting grip and tossed it back and forth between his hands testingly
this began a little game between you two
he would toss the ball over the fence, and you would throw it back over to him
you didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t come on the other side of the fence to visit properly, but that was okay
you two would spend hours by the fence, sitting and talking you would give him tiny daisy chains made from the flowers in your grandma’s garden
he wouldn’t tell you, but he kept each one you gave him on his windowsill
he would compliment you a lot, too
not that he knew what that meant, he was simply stating facts to you
“i like your hair. it’s very pretty.”
“you’re very strong. you throw over the ball like it’s nothing.”
“you want to become a hero? i think you would be the best one.”
“your smile makes me want to smile, too.”
all of his words make your heart do somersaults
sometimes when you’re sitting with your backs to the fence, leaning up against each other, you feel the heat of his left hand ghosting your fingers. you don’t know why that made you feel shy, but it did
one day before you were supposed to go back home to your parents’ house, you went to go say goodbye to shouto
he was sitting there normally, but his head was hung low so you couldn’t quite see his face
as you approached him, you noticed that there was a bandage covering his left eye
“sho?”
he said nothing as you sat down
“mom says i have to go now,” you tell him. he says nothing, again
“um… are you okay?”
an indiscernible noise comes from the small boy. you press your face right up against the one barrier separating you two. he looks up to see you worried. you didn’t like seeing him so upset
then an idea came to you
“before i go.. let me kiss it better.”
shouto looked at you in bewilderment
“you’re not… afraid?”
“no, why?” you asked in a confused manner, yet shouto remained hesitant
“come here, please,” you asked of him, “before mom catches me kissing a boy.”
pink dusting over his cheeks, he slowly crawled his way over to where you still kept your face against the fence. your gentle lips met the fabric of his bandage. the scent of something burnt catching in your nose as you did
“you’ll come back?” shouto asked quietly. you nodded, promising him
he nodded back in understanding, the tiniest of smiles appearing across his features
“i’ll be waiting.”
katsuki bakugou
you had been in the same class since kindergarten, meaning that you knew him before he had his quirk
even so, you thought he was pretty cool
the reason for that? well, you weren’t exactly the most well liked kid in school. children were ruthless, and there was always a bottom of every social ladder between preschoolers
you got teased a lot. they pulled your hair, made fun of the way you cried, poked fun at the shoes and shirts you wore despite them being your favourite ones
you were different. they didn’t like that
the world seemed completely against you
during a colouring activity, the box of crayons you were holding was smacked out of your hands. your bottom lip quivered as the same boy taunted you to no end about how clumsy you were
you simply bent over to pick them up before hearing another voice call out
“oi, picking on small fries like that is lame.”
looking to your left stood katsuki bakugou, looking bored and disinterested in helping you out. but your bully stopped in his tracks. being called lame?? by the great tiny katsuki bakugou??
no one had ever stood up for you like that
even though he didn’t help you pick up your crayons, it felt like you had some type of ally in this class
slowly, you connected two and two together
if you stayed around bakugou, no one could pick on you anymore! so you glued yourself to him practically every day
at first, he found it annoying, but after seeing that you admired him up close, he liked the attention that feuled his ego, so he kept you around
because you followed him around so much, you picked up a lot of things from him. he taught you how to defend yourself, and you taught him that some extras didn’t deserve as much attention as he was giving him. it was better to walk away sometimes
you ate lunch together, he came over to your house to play heroes and villains, he even showed you his secret all might poster collection. you were his person to talk to
he even had a katsuki bakugou™ nickname for you: small fry
you two were quite the duo. bakugou went from simply tolerating you, to gradually beginning to care for you being around
and as you grew up with him, he caught himself beginning to admire the strong, gorgeous person you had become all on your own. it seemed he had developed a bit more than just a simple friendship bond with you
did he ever tell you that? fuck no
you knew bakugou had always been rather… brash
but you absolutely drew the line in the sand when he wouldn’t stop picking on midoriya for being quirkless. that one day where you walked into that classroom to meet bakugou and his group of friends only to see bakugou telling some green haired kid to jump off the building because he would never make it into ua without a quirk. he was different
bakugou turned to leave and he saw you standing in the doorway with a bit of an angry, hurt expression on his face
“small fry, thought you were never gonna show up.”
“... lame.”
“hah? what did you say?”
“i said it’s lame picking on small fries like that just because they’re different,” you spat at him. his eyes stayed fixated on you as you walked past him, helping the smaller boy off the floor and asking if he was okay
normally, if it were anyone else, bakugou wouldn’t care. at all
but it was you
you were different
and all he did was act like he didn’t care. why? he didn’t know. but what he said to you that day came out rash and hurtful. you two had your fights before, but this had struck a chord with you. no one deserved to be treated like how you were back in preschool. that hurt
he didn’t realize how much you meant to him until you stopped inviting him over, you stopped eating lunch with him, you stopped texting and that bothered him
the one person who he wanted to admire him didn’t anymore
so it was a surprise to you that he waited for you to be finished your club after school to talk
“small fry, listen. oi! i said listen up!” you kept walking, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist
“what? what is it? what can you possibly say to make things better? how could you treat people like that?”
“come back.”
“what?”
“i said, fuck- come back, y’know, eat lunch with all the extras again.”
“no.”
the frustration showed true on bakugou’s features. his cheeks were turning red, you figured from the anger he was feeling towards you yet his voice dropped
“i didn’t mean that shit back there. i was angry. fuck, i.. you want me to apologize or some shit, right. heard you small fries like that.” he shifted uncomfortably, his clammy hand still holding your wrist in a firm grip, as if you would walk away from him any moment now
“sorry, or whatever.” he mumbled out in the smallest voice you had ever heard bakugou speak in
your heart stopped as he looked at you with such sincerity. you held his gaze, eyes locked on his before you shook your head
“i don’t forgive you for saying what you said and doing what you did, but i do trust you. and i know that you’re better than that. you’re not lame. but if you seriously do that again, i’m not giving you any more chances.”
relief came flooding back to bakugou at your words, but his face fired up almost instantly as you moved your hand so that your fingers intertwined with his
“now c’mon, the new all might special is airing tonight, if we hurry we can still make it to my house.”
“don’t speak so fucking loud! ... damn small fry.”
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Moral of the Story (Prologue)
Series Summary: From childhood friends, to highschool sweethearts, the two naive, young, and lovestruck teens decided the best way to keep a strong relationship during college would be to marry right out of highschool. No one batted an eye at the idea as everyone knew they were soulmates. However, college is a big step in a person’s life. You learn new things about yourself, you make new friends, find new hobbies… And maybe being newly weds and going to different colleges across the states wasn’t the best plan… After a falling out, and a tragic heartbreaking divorce, the two now hold grudges for how the other handled the whole thing in the past. Neither not really knowing both sides of the story. 10 years later, and they both get a call from the lawyers office that settled their divorce. Somehow the papers never went through and the divorce was never completed. So now, the exes, or should we say husband and wife, have to meet back up after all these years to settle their failed marriage once and for all. (This summary will be shorter in other chapters. I just needed to get the full concept out there;)
A/N (repeat): So the other day while I was doing my hair (quite the process), I was playing music and the song Moral of the Story by Ashe came on. Mind you, I’ve heard this song hundreds of times, but for some reason, this time I got a major story idea! Listening to the lyrics brought me to this new series. Of course, the lengthy summary above will give you an idea of what came to my brain, but I recommend you listen to the song still because it plays a big part in my thought process:) (Plus it’s a good song;) Enjoy and please do not hesitate to share your thoughts and comments with me! I love each and every single one<3
(I will release the first chapter at the beginning of next week! That way I can give myself some time to write more chapters before sharing it!)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N (Modern AU)
Word Count: 1200+
Prologue:
"Melody, have the papers for the Bee's Knees company come in yet?"
"Uh, no. But I can call them again and see if they faxed it or sent over a physical copy though," Melody answered from her desk, already typing away to find the company.
"Perfect. We have a meeting with a recycling plant next week and I want to get everything set before we go in with them," Y/N nodded, coming out from her office with a file in her hands. She turned to her assistant at the front desk who was about 20 emails deep and already finding the issue. "Hey, you're not coming in tomorrow, right?"
"Um, no, no. I am. I rescheduled that date," she answered bashfully as if she had been caught in the act of something.
"Melody..." Y/N drug out, hand on her hip.
"What? I- He understood. He said he was fine moving it to Saturday," the young woman shrugged, never looking back at her boss that was clearly sending her a motherly stare.
"You're already over your 40 hours this week, and you've rescheduled with him, what? 3 times now?" Y/N moved to the front of the desk so the young brunette had to make eye contact with her.
"Yes," she answered hesitantly.
"Is it just nerves or something else?" Y/N smirked.
"I'm not nervous... It's just been a while since I've had time for a date."
"Two things about what you just said in the past minute. One, clearly this guy likes you because he's rescheduled with you this many times and hasn't called it off yet. So if you're nervous about it not going well on his end, I think you're safe," Y/N pointed a finger at her.
"But-," Melody started.
"Second," Y/N cut off with a raised eyebrow. "I'm giving you time to go on a date and you're still not taking it. Work is no longer an excuse."
Melody stopped avoiding eye contact and looked up at the Y/H/C hair woman leaning on her reception desk.
"You've been talking with my mom again, haven't you?" she sighed.
"I promised I'd take care of you. So yes, I have. And though her reasoning for you dating is because she wants grandbabies, I just want you to have fun and live your life. You're 22. Don't waste your young years being scared."
"Ugh, fine. I'll text him now and see if he's still available for tonight," she groaned.
"Perfect!" Y/N grinned in victory as she started to walk back to her office. "I expect the details in the morning," she winked before she walked in.
"Oh, Y/N!" Melody stopped her. "A message came for you while you were in that last meeting."
"Who from?" Y/N quirked an eyebrow, moving back to the desk.
"Uh, I don't really know. Didn't sound familiar, but here's the name and number they said to call back from," she answered, handing her a note.
Y/N took the small paper and looked it over. Her face dropped and her eyes widened.
"You ok? Is it someone you know?" the young assistant asked, noticing what looked like horror on her face.
"Um, yeah. Yeah, an old acquaintance of mine," Y/N tried to quickly brush off. "Um, I'm going to take this. Can you hold any calls and if anyone comes to talk, tell them to just email me?"
"Oh, ok. Yeah, I'll take care of it," Melody nodded.
"Thank you."
Rushing back to her office and quickly shutting her door, she raced to her phone. She read the business name again, not sure if she was dreaming or if it was a hallucination.
Nope. Hammer Attorney was written in Melody's perfect penmanship on the paper with a number that held an area code from New York. A place she never thought she would hear from again and from a town she hadn't visited in almost 10 years._________________
"Buck, did you tell Fury about getting those new water therapy machines?" Steve shouted from his room.
"We're at home, Steve. Why are we talking about work?" Bucky groaned as he slouched on the couch. A beer in hand and a documentary with I Survived stories playing in front of him.
Steve came in from around the corner looking down at his phone in hand before moving his eye line to his roommate.
"Because I just got a call from the night crew saying that the last one that was working, finally went out tonight while they were running it for some test," Steve raised an eyebrow.
"Ugh, you would think that a facility run by a billionaire who literally makes his money on high-tech machines, wouldn't have to ask for those kinds of things," Bucky groaned, grabbing his own phone and going through emails. "Let me check to see if the email went through. He wasn't in office when I went to tell him."
As he was sorting through the hundreds of emails sent back and forth just this week alone, he found the reply message.
"Yeah, management confirmed it. They should be in by Saturday it looks like. Guess Stark was still working out the kinks to a new one and was waiting to send one our way until the last one died to get more time on his newest model."
Steve nodded before walking to the kitchen and typing Bucky's response to the other crew members.
"The man is always finding new ways to upgrade them before he can even send them to us."
Just as Bucky was about to throw his phone to the side again though, it started ringing. Looking at the caller ID, he didn't recognize the unknown number. It was from in-state but in his hometown area of Brooklyn. He pinched his eyebrows together confused at the call, but answered it anyway, thinking it must be someone from home.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Mr. Barnes?" The other voice answered.
"Yes, this is him. Who's this?" he asked, sitting up a little and putting the beer on the end table.
"My name is Matthew Murdock. I work at Nelson and Murdock Law firm," he went on. Bucky shook his head not knowing what that was supposed to mean. "Well, you may actually know us previously as Hammer Attorney. We recently just took over their business after some fraud issues."
Bucky's heart stopped. He knew what that name meant.
"I hate to inform you, but we were going through some of their old files. Ones we were informed could be incomplete or done completely incorrectly due to little care in the actual cases, but more so in taking the money."
"Incomplete cases?" Bucky said softly. His brain was still trying to wrap around the conversation.
"Yes, unfortunately, it looks like a lot of cases having to deal with divorces that the past owners handled, were done strictly in order to launder money. They weren't actually certified, nor trained in handling divorce settlements."
Bucky froze. Eyes wide. Mouth agape.
He stuttered out a response when the man on the other line didn't continue.
"A-And talking about incomplete divorce settlements, you called because..." Bucky knew. He needed to hear it out loud because if he didn't, it wasn't true. It couldn't be.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Barnes, but it looks as though you and your wife, Y/N Y/L/N or sorry, Y/N Barnes, are actually not divorced."
(I will release the first chapter at the beginning of next week! That way I can give myself some time to write more chapters before sharing it!)
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You’re My Home
Pairing: Charlie McAvoy x reader
Type: Fluff
Warnings: Homesickness, swearing
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: The odds of getting into Boston University were slim to none, so when you got your acceptance letter, you were over the moon. You thought moving across the Atlantic Ocean wouldn’t be an issue, it wasn’t an absurdly long flight back to London from Boston, everything would be fine. Or so you thought.
Request: Can I please have a request for Charlie McAvoy where the reader is from a different country and is living with him in Boston and one night she feels homesick and can't sleep and that wakes up Charlie and he tries to comfort her, just soke fluff please, thank u💕 (from anon)
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It was the third night in a row you were up past midnight. Last week you would have blamed it on the jet lag, but you were well accustomed to the time zone in Boston by now. You knew it was homesickness. It was the only thing it could be.
You had decided to live in a suite style dorm for your first year. Three other girls and four guys shared four rooms, a bathroom, a small kitchen, and a small living room. Your roommates were all nice. They were fascinated with your accent, always wanting you to tell them what it was like in London. You obliged, feeling welcomed into the BU community.
But when the sun went down and you were left with your thoughts, you felt more alone than ever. You were a stranger in a strange city. No matter how many times your roommates and professors explained the city’s transportation system to you, you were completely lost. The streets weren’t laid out in a grid system like New York, and granted London’s weren’t either but it certainly didn't help you as you tried your best to learn the city. You were lucky enough that your closest friend, and roommate, lived in Boston her entire life and was teaching you the ins and outs of navigating.
‘If you see the Citgo sign on your side of the street you’re across Route 90 from Fenway Park and on Beacon Street.’
‘If you’re at Faneuil Hall- don't go there it’s a tourist trap- State Street right there.’
‘If you’re ever hopelessly lost, try to find the path of red bricks. It’s the Freedom Trail, it’ll most likely lead you somewhere where you can get your bearings.’
She tried, she really did. You remembered some of it, like the Citgo Sign and the Freedom Trail, but most of it went in one ear and out the other. You needed to learn the city if you were ever going to survive a year here.
The wood floor was cold beneath your feet as you snuck out of your room without waking up your roommate. You would feel horrible if her sleep was interrupted just because you were homesick.
You always found that sitting in front of the glass windows and looking out over your little corner of the city helped. It didn’t make everything go away, but it helped you realize you were not alone. You weren’t alone in finding your way around the confusing street system, you weren’t alone in having no idea how the T worked.
Charlie groaned as something woke him up. He had always been a light sleeper, and the light in the kitchen turning on definitely didn’t help. He rubbed his eyes and tossed the sheets off his legs. He ran a hand over his hair as he walked out to the kitchen. He was awake, might as well get a drink of water.
“Y/N?” he asked, rubbing his eyes again as he walked into the main room. “What are you doing up?”
“Shit,” you swore under your breath before turning to face your roommate. “I’m so sorry, did I wake you up?”
“No, not at all,” Charlie shook his head even though he knew full well it was you that had woken him up. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself. Charlie scoffed, unconvinced.
“You’re a horrible liar, you know that?” he smiled gently as he sat down on the end of the couch. You laughed softly and looked down at the cushion beneath you. “Talk to me, what’s going on?”
“I guess I’m just a little homesick,” you shrugged, avoiding eye contact with him. “Boston’s a lot different from London.”
“Yeah, I bet it is,” Charlie nodded. You looked up at him in surprise. You fully expected him to offer some generic condolence and go back to bed. You were not expecting him to engage in conversation with you. Would it help if you told me what it was like back home?”
“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Yeah I think it might.”
Charlie smiled to himself as he listened to you talk about your home. He interjected with questions every once in a while. What started as something to get your mind off being in a new place turned into genuine curiosity. He was enjoying listening to your stories about growing up in London, what your family did on the weekends, how different school is there as opposed to in America.
“My friends and I back in secondary school used to go down to this cafe in downtown London for lunch,” you said, smiling at the memory. “In autumn we sat on the patio and made up stories about the people passing by. It was just something fun we did before we had to go back to class.”
“That does sound like fun,” Charlie agreed.
“Tell me about what you did when you were a kid,” you said, shifting the focus of the conversation off yourself and onto him.
“I didn’t have nearly as interesting a childhood as you did,” he shook his head.
“Oh come on,” you pleaded. “You have to have done something that was fun.”
“Well, my town team used to play hallway hockey when we were at tournaments,” he said. You noted the smile that ghosted across his face.
“What’s that?” you asked, trying to do anything to make the conversation last even just a little bit longer.
“Something we always got in trouble for,” he laughed. “We used the soccer ball we brought with us and used our sticks to basically play a game of hockey in the hotel hallway. One night we did it silently because the hotel threatened to kick us out if we made too much noise.”
“That sounds like fun,” you smiled.
“It was,” he nodded. “I guess it was kind of like our pregame ritual. Whenever we played it we always won.”
Your laugh was cut off with a yawn. Charlie chuckled.
“I guess my distraction worked,” he smiled.
“Yeah I guess it did,” you nodded. “Thank you.”
“Any time,” he smiled as he stood up from the couch. “I’m right across the hall if you need anything.”
Charlie could not fall back asleep no matter how hard he tried. He knew exactly what was keeping him up, too. Ever since he saw you on move in day, and met you a few days later, he’d had a crush on you. You were seen, kind, and you were the most welcoming person he’d ever met. He could tell you were in need of a friend in Boston, and so was he. He found himself gravitating towards you with no way to stop it.
Across the hall you were having the same problem. Despite being tired and ready to sleep after your conversation with Charlie, your mind was alive with a flurry of thoughts. You hadn’t had a prolonged conversation like that with him before. The first time you saw him you thought he was cute, and then you watched how he interacted with his friends and you realized he was so much more than just a pretty face. And now that you knew he was an absolute sweetheart, you were physically unable to get him out of your mind.
Tossing the sheets off your legs you padded across the floor of your room towards the door. You swung it open at the same time Charlie did from his room. You stood there, just staring at each other for a moment before you took a big step towards each other. Charlie grabbed you by the waist as you took his shoulders. Your lips met as you moved in sync. It was a quick kiss, just enough time for your brains to register what exactly is was that you were doing.
“I’m sorry-” you said at the same time.
“You first,” you said with a laugh.
“Sorry,” he apologized, despite the fact that he still had a grip on your waist. “I-I should have asked.”
“I should have too,” you said, your voice hoarse as you looked down at your feet. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to it if you wanted to do it again.”
Charlie’s face lit up. He leaned in again, taking his time to savor the taste of your blueberry chapstick and the way your body fit perfectly against his. Somebody could have told him he had died and gone to heaven and he would believe them. He was almost euphoric.
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