Barbie saw what?
Barbie Saw God. Hiding, peeking behind the cover of his clouds. They made eye contact with each other, and God flinched first. Frightened by her unrelenting and knowing gaze, he scurried back to Heaven. He thinks that he is safe there. He thinks that she cannot reach him there. He underestimates her power.
She can be anything. She can overthrow God. She can become God.
so proud of her. go girl
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How do you get people to read your fics?
Hi anon!
Good question, which requires a little interpretation on my part to answer but I’ll give it my best shot from my personal experience.
So first I’m gonna make some assumptions that may be right or wrong:
You’ve started writing in your fandom space.
You’ve got a figure in mind for comments/kudos/interactions of some sort
Those numbers aren’t adding up with your expectations and you’re feeling a bit disheartened by it.
Does that sound about right? Well, in my experience there are a lot of things that play into those factors:
People these days tend to give likes/kudos rather than comments/reblogs
If you’re using Tumblr: when you post compared to the timezone of most of your followers/readers can influence how quickly things get picked up.
Some people prefer reading complete fics over WIPs (when in my opinion reading along with WIPs is half the fun)
People have TBR lists a mile long because life gets in the way (hello that’s me) and so maybe your fic is sitting in one of those.
Anyway, let’s try and answer your original question: how to get people to read your fics.
I’m assuming you have Tumblr? which is a good place to start. The AO3 filtering system can be a little counterintuitive so I know a lot of people get their fics here rather than the search function.
Firstly, are you personally also reading and engaging with other peoples works? Because otherwise you’re probably just shouting to the void and not getting any sort of echo. Fandom is a community space, and we help and feed each other. If you’re only ever expecting stuff for your own work but never doing the same for the content you enjoy… you’re not gonna be having a fun time.
Secondly, timezone reblogs are your friend. Admittedly I’ve never really worked this one out properly. But my timezone is whack and a lot of my followers are in the States/Europe. The point is don’t be afraid to reblog your own post at different times. It increases the chance of someone seeing it.
Personally, I like adding banners to fic posts. A.) because they’re fun to make (and procrastinate writing) and B.) they draw the eye better than a solid wall of text if someone is just having a little scroll.
And now here’s a big one: tag your posts with what’s actually in your story/post. Don’t use every ship and character tag under the sun. That’s not how the tag system works on Tumblr, and by doing that you’re more likely to hide your work rather than elevate it. People block tags to cultivate their online space, and you will annoy people tagging things not actually present.
Okay now I’m gonna offer you a little advice that is probably gonna have you frustrated and rolling your eyes at me but it’s kinda important so hear me out for a second:
Stop comparing yourself to others so much (especially the ones who’ve been around in fandom for decades) and just have fun with it for yourself. <- easier said than done.
I’m guessing you came and gave me this ask because you perceive me as someone who already gets a lot of attention for fics. But the thing is… I still feel quite new to this even though I’ve been doing it for a couple of years now. And I do compare myself… to my past self. You might have noticed the post currently pinned to my blog is a year-in-review post that contains AO3 stats. I started doing it for myself to see how far I’ve come in the space of a year, but also it helpfully offers the ability for others to do the same.
So let’s focus on one thing: all of those stats increased (quite significantly) from last year to the previous. But let’s break down what else happened over the course of that year that might explain WHY:
I was also starting to read a lot more.
I’d started to make some good friends in fandom. Which also meant I trusted people enough to start beta/cheer-reading my works before posting.
I started the whole jilymicros setup (the blog, prompts lists, discord, events etc.)
I did a whole heap of challenges and events.
I was starting to feel more comfortable and welcome in fandom space in general.
Those things all heavily influenced the quality of my writing and the size of my audience. A lot of my followers are because I admin those spaces according to a few ‘why are you following me’ ask games. Taking part in events (like those run by jilychallenge, jilytoberfest, or Ladies of HP, to name a few I do) allows you to get out of your comfort zone, try new things, and get your work out there to a wider audience following those spaces. I honestly can’t recommend doing them more.
So my advice to you anon really is this:
If you're gonna compare to anybody, compare yourself to yourself.
Engage with others and their works.
Challenge yourself, try new things.
Have fun with it and find out what style works best for you - if you’re not having fun there’s no point doing it. Some of the best fics are the ridiculously self-indulgent.
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Not necessarily a prompt from the list but I was wondering if you had anything for Fourteen and House?
Anon, I have been waiting for this day for weeks now!
Technically, I don't have anything, but by gosh, I'm still gonna write some nonsense with these two!
Don't question on House still exists, it's Doctor Who. If the Daleks can keep finding ways to return from the dead, then so can this guy.
Going with they/them pronouns for Fourteen because I like the idea of them not really being sure if they're ready to return to he/him but not ready to keep going by she/her.
On with the fic!
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The Doctor gently kicked at a rock with their new, yet-old-looking, trainers. They could sense it, life on this small, planet-like object that was floating in the outreaches of this particular area of space.
They pulled out their sonic, still feeling a giddy buzz in their head at the fact that they still had their previous incarnation's handmade one. They really hoped they wouldn't lose this one, that tended to happen often when changing into a new body.
Well. This one was kinda old. Not that it's a bad thing! Still weird, still trying to figure out why this face, with some slight aging. Damn, they aged well, like a fine wine. The Doctor wondered if this would happen again, what face would they return to, would that one age well as well?
The sonic gave them some readings and they blinked, eyes wide. "No. That's impossible! Idris destroyed him!"
"I believe that it was a human who once pinned," came a voice that the Doctor had not heard in ages, green glows coming from within cracks and holes on the planet's surface, "the circumstances of my death were greatly exaggerated. Or something similar, I am not too familiar with your collection of human literature as I had been centuries ago."
The Doctor frowned as they pocketed their sonic. "Hello, House."
"Hello, Doctor. It's been a long time. You look good, I'm surprised that you remember me, considering you removed my from your memories while wearing that exact face."
"I regenerated." The Doctor sniffed. "Specifically into the man who helped to banish you into the time stream."
"Which is how you eventually met me again, just with the face I like best from you." House replied, amused. "Time is such a tricky thing, even for us ancient beings."
"Yeah, well, I'm not too thrilled to see you again, after everything."
"You mean my attempts to murder you and your little friends? Or for-"
"All of it." The Doctor replied, holding up a hand. "I see you found a new body, not as big or as cluttered as your old one."
House sighed, the lights flickering. "Yes, but it will do. It resides far out in the universe, as you can tell, were ancient energies can be eaten as they drift further and further from their original starting point. However, it is like a whale trying to eat plankton, I need a lot to consume rather than just devouring a TARDIS and being sated for ages."
The TARDIS made a warning noise from where she sat a few yards off. "As if I want to attempt consuming you again, you old hag." House snipped and the Doctor stomped their foot.
"Don't insult my TARDIS."
"She started it."
"Don't care who started it, I'll finish it." The Doctor clucked their tongue and stomped again. "Look, I'm just out here trying to find answers, and I thought there was a signal. Turns out you're up to your old tricks again."
"Sometimes I get people to come here, it's not easy or as fruitful as gullible Time Lords, but I can get some food from the different fuels and energies out in this area of the universe."
"Right." The Doctor shoved their hands into their pockets. "I should get going, I'm still trying to find answers."
"To what, Doctor?"
"To... something important, that isn't for you to know."
House was quiet, the lights dimmed once more. "I missed you."
The Doctor bit their tongue before giving some thought to their words. "I haven't thought about you in ages."
"He would miss me, the old you."
"He doesn't remember you."
"It's probably for the best that he doesn't." House sighed again. "Still, I'm glad to see that beautiful face once more."
The Doctor took a step back, shaking their head. "It can never happen again, House. You know this."
"I know. Goodbye, Doctor. Don't be a stranger."
"I... right. Goodbye, House." The Doctor turned and quickly went to the TARDIS, snapping their fingers to open the doors and then stepped inside, never once looking back at any of the glowing rocks.
She dematerialized for them so they didn't have to.
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I still haven't decided what House did to make Ten remove him from the TARDIS then banish him from his memories, but it was BAD.
Also, green text! Cause his words are green in my head.
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Can I have a hc for Tsumu (you can choose the other two) when his crush and roommate flashes him, like he shouldn't be home and when he open the door he finds his roommate without a shirt or just going out from the bathroom totally naked
and they were roommates
Atsumu x gn! reader
Osamu x gn! reader
separate scenarios, mentions of readers chest (but nothing specified), possibly bad writing.
anon i am so sorry for literally taking forever to write this. life got hectic and lots of changes happened, but alas i am here to deliver this very cute prompt <3
a l s o: i sometimes get carried away with unnecessary back stories that i am too lazy to ever fully write out. but i still find them cute to think about and share, so i decided to include summaries of these storylines that are completely unnecessary to the actual plot lmao. read here if you'd like :)
Atsumu:
Atsumu doesn’t want to come off as a total virgin when he sees his crush/roommate (it’s complicated. See notes above for the narrative i created for absolutely no reason), completely topless; so he tries to play it off as cool. He'd start off by just staring in shock, face instantly red before he looks away, but for some reason does not make the conclusion that he should leave. So he stays in your room, the door still wide open from when he barged in moments ago, while you’re definitely shielding your top half from the sudden intruder. His brain short circuits and the best thing he comes up with in that moment is to try and be seductive, but he stutters the entire time so it doesn’t go too hot for him.
“I-i just wanted to see your-, wait fuck no, I mean take! I’m g-going to take you to dinner to-tonig-”'
Taking pity on his nerves, while simultaneously getting tired of his incoherent sentences, you decide to cut his rambling short.
“Yes Atsumu, I know! Now leave please!”
He yelps out a “Yep!” before scurrying away and closing the door behind him. When you finally emerge from your room in order to go to dinner (which is why he was even going into your room, to check if you were ready for the dinner he had already asked you out to several days before), his face is still beet red. It takes him awhile to make eye contact with you throughout the night, please take pity on this dork.
Osamu
Now Osamu has a little more class than his twin brother, but not by a whole lot. It was by complete accident, he swears! How was he to know that when he gave you one of his old high school t-shirts, you were going to change in his room and not yours! So when he opens his bedroom door to look for his phone, his eyes find a lot more than just the device. He also can’t hide the instant blush that appears on his cheeks, and he certainly can’t help the fact that his eyes linger a bit at your chest however! He at least has the decency to yelp out a “s-sorry!” before promptly leaving and shutting the door behind him.
His heart is pounding, eyes blown wide as he stands outside his room, asking himself did that really happen?
He’s unfortunately given no time to process the previous events as you soon open the door back up. This time your shirt is fully on yet Osamu has a hard time making eye contact.
“I-I’m sorry, I was just looking for m-my phone I didn’t know-” Osamu begins before you take pity and interrupt him.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry for using your room without telling you. I thought you were still setting up for movie night and your room was just closer so I thought to change here real quick. My bad” you sheepishly apologize, your cheeks also feeling a bit heated.
Movie night started off awkward as you both sat on opposite sides of the couch, both still with blushing face. But by the end of the night, the exchange was forgotten, or at least seemed to be as you both were snuggled up in each other's presence.
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Been busy lately so I don’t have much time to review and edit, but here I am! (this was supposed to be sent on the anniversary.) (edit 1: It’s already (edit 2: halfway through) november.)
(edit 3: i gave up. words be damned, i’m sending this. there should have been more. curse you writing)
(edit 4: reminder. write a long ask anywhere else except the actual tumblr ask window. sending again just to make sure i didn’t hallucinate all this- it would be so, very embarassing...)
hehehehehe love your art. Crunchy. Pringles. Crushing it in my mouth. yummy colors and perspective (That bucket sexyman design looking kinda fine though.,..i mean who said that) (->absolutely normal behavior)
I love how you interact with others’ art, leaving your comments and compliments. Really appreciate that little motivation boost and positivity you spread :)
As seen from Paratober, you seem to take the prompts beyond their face value and messed around with the concepts of those prompts (gonna put Jester in a carton box hehe. Can we have Jester loafing? Loafing in a box?)
Personally I’m not a writer, so I don’t know how you guys’ brains work but I love how you come up with interesting ideas stemming from the game’s original material, expanding, digging deeper into them. I look up at you all in wonder hehe
Also, I read unheard wishes.
You see, I rarely ever seek out angst. I came in there with “this is gonna hurt but I can totally bring myself through this”
Boy was I wrong. Now, because I didn’t read it properly enough to leave a comment that would do it justice (time restraints get you like that), I won’t give a lengthy review. But just so you know, my general feelings were “who do you think you are. did you really think you had the right to hurt me like this. *inhales* aaaaaaaaaAA *cars crashing glass breaking sound effects idk* *lays motionless on the ground* (affectionate)”
Maybe i’ll read your filk wip next. Biology is fun :]
It’s your way with the images you make for your stories and art. Candlecurator? Whatever’s up with fernarrator? I’m not listing the ones in your writings. A lazy, lazy anon I am, I know. [insert another keyboard smash]
I haven’t been here for a while so i don’t really remember much, sorry ;; (-> fake fan detected?!? *vine boom*)
Your theories definitely left the strongest impressions on me. How do you all think like that?? (this goes to the rest of you, tsp theorists/analysts/meta. what are you all on??? damn. give me some.). Perhaps it’s a writer’s thing, maybe I’m just incompetent in this deep thinking kind of stuff.
My favourite was the nature connection theory. Absolutely ate that up. (definitely not because of my bias for plants and nature-related stuff, noooo-). You somehow connected the plants in the parable, creating these wonderful strings of text about what you saw in these plants, the implications, and then sharing those ideas to us. Give me your braincells, shina. Give me-
[Close your eyes.]
Anyway- I think you’re pretty neat :]
Have a nice day!
✨✨✨!!!!!307 ANON!!!✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
ᴬᵍᵃᶦⁿ since I was already writing a draft to respond to your previous ask. The fact you have this copy makes me hope you are saving these asks somewhere because I lost a lot of posts thanks to the great Tumblr editing system....
Happy (belated and too early at the same time hehe) anniversary 307 :] To your edits - PLEASE start writing drafts somewhere else oshsaoifas I don't want you to lose your versions again.
You might say you are not a writer but you decide to write such beautiful comments and asks - value your words more :]
Anon. I have an exam this week so it will take my energy but DO KNOW YOU WILL GET BUCKET SEXYMEN SKETCH. I imagine you will see it in a few months but,,, I hope you will like it, just like you like my art in general.
I feel now in retrospect so silly I hadn't done this sooner!! While I sometimes don't have the energy to comment on other people's stuff in my own comments, I know how much joy being told your words could make someone happy :] And I love interacting like that!! Shared appreciation!!! That's why I adore Tumblr in general - it feels most organic in that ability to engage with others as a social media.
I'm glad you like the Paratober prompts! I am happy I mixed the prompts to try to get even more creative with them!!
And feel free to put him in every box!! Some old art of Jester in a box:
(I gotta finally start uploading my old art I do have. There is so much...
FEEL FREE PLEASE TO LEAVE MORE COMMENTS EVEN A SILLY ONE BUT OUGHHH I am so proud of Unheard WIshes so thank you so much <333333 Glad you could enjoy
Just remember anon that I do not know your age and the rating for Filk is Mature so please respect the ratings :]]] Ao3 tagging system is there for a reason!! However I still keep on getting opinions that Filk seems to target 16+ demographic since it's more South Park style...But still, please respect it :]
Oh sure, you are so lazy *looks at your very detailed an amazing asks*
so lazy.
But WAH THIS IS LIKE??? A VERY RARE CANDLECURATOR APPRECIATION??? Like I know folks see Fernator and like him but to hear you like her means so much to me ;;;;;;
And hey - life gets busy :] The fact you wanted to come again, read my story and wrote this, rewrote even god knows how many times... I will always think fondly of you.
DUDE OUGH I need to return to theories, I have so many yet to share,,, you wanting one means a lot to me :} I worked hard on the Fernator theory post so I am glad to hear you could enjoy it!
I might do a pool on what people could want hehe
[Closes my eyes and tries to close yours]
I think you are very neat, 307 anon. Thank you, for being you and I hope I will see you one day again. Every ask, I worry it's also a farewell. And then - you come back. I hope you are okay out there - I hope your life, even if so busy, gives you moments of happiness and calmness.
Have a lovely day, 307 :]
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Hange and Levi go on a date with the ODM gear ala Rewrite the Stars of Zendaya and Zac Efron in The Greatest Showman :>
Anon! I'm so sorry it took me months to reply to this!!! I've been so busy lately, but in the past two days I decided to take some time to write your prompt, and let me tell you, had a lot of fun doing it!!!
I must admit I never watched The Greatest Showman, but I watched the clip of "Rewrite the Stars" and it gave me some ideas... This doesn't follow your prompt correctly, I took some liberties lol but I hope you like it still.
You can read it here under the cut, or on AO3! Thank you!
Levi narrowed his eyes until he could barely see through the lashes and controlled the urge to place one hand over his forehead to block the sun. Sweat dripped from his neck and collarbone, staining his clothes and making the fabric cling to his body uncomfortably. He disliked the summer, the scalding sun reminded him of previous missions outside the walls on days when the heat and humidity mingled with the burning flesh of titans skin evaporating or the crimson blood of his comrades that clung to his Survey Corps cloak and jacket and refused to be washed away.
The memory drew a sigh out of his mouth. He looked over at his old squad again; all grown up, taller and stronger. Ugh, he was getting old. They were working on the new Paradis railway for days under the unforgiving sun. Their cheeks, noses, and arms were red from the exposure, sweating like pigs.
“The world can’t see our faces. Why would they ever trust us?” Hange’s voice caught his attention again. He snapped in her direction and found a rare smile on her face. “So… Let’s meet them ourselves. If they don’t understand who we are, we have to just teach them.”
The kids gasped in shock, even Mikasa dropped her mouth open as a confused look washed over her face. Levi liked to believe he kept his semblance calm, but it’s been a while since Hange dropped one of their unusual ideas so casually, so he reacted accordingly, his fingers curled into a fist almost instinctively, more out of worry for their safety than anything else. To walk straight into Marlean territory? If anyone found out about their secret visit… He didn’t want to think about the consequences.
Levi was used to Hange’s peculiar suggestions. He was used to her running straight into battle and leaving her squad behind, used to her putting her head almost inside a titan’s mouth just to observe the creature’s anatomy (or so they explained to Levi after he saved her from the titan’s teeth that would have definitely severed her head from the rest of her body).
He was used to it all, so he forced his hands to relax.
All of those incidents were years ago before Hange had the responsibility of being a commander weighing down on her shoulders. But the smile she offered the kids and the twinkle in her eyes… Hange wouldn’t put any of them in danger unnecessarily.
Her smile… It reminded him of the calmer expeditions outside the walls, the few where there weren’t many casualties and the scouts were able to abide by their original purpose, to explore more of the unknown territory than fight gigantic monsters. Back then, Hange would crouch over a variety of different plants and flowers, she’d analyze the color, the number of petals, and the smell before carving a few out, roots and everything, and place them inside a jar for safekeeping until she returned to the lab to try to keep the flowers alive for new studies.
Now that he thought about it, he was surprised it took this long for Hange to suggest such a thing, she would be the first to hop on the idea of exploring what lay beyond the ocean, but after discovering the secret in Grisha Yeager’s basement, Paradis had been too worried about building up better defenses, finding new allies, adapting their technology…
There was never enough time… There never would be.
So why not take the opportunity now? They were the Survey Corps, after all.
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“You’re grasping at straws.” He finally spoke. They left his old squad to finish their work on the railway less than half an hour ago and had been trotting on horseback as the sun started to set on the horizon. The lack of dense vegetation on this part of the island turned the view into a painting in flames, blazing yet beautiful.
“If it all goes to shit, at least I tried everything I could.” He wouldn’t argue with that, but after so much loss on their side, he wondered how Hange managed to stay hopeful that Marley would even give them a chance to prove they weren’t the island devils everyone else believed. Maybe Hange's optimism was the most attractive part of the whole adventure for him.
“Just don’t beat yourself up if it comes to that. Somethings are out of our control.” He said, his own way of trying to comfort Hange - sometimes doubting those same soothing words. Shiganshina taught him that. The moment he held a bloody Zeke at the end of his blade yet still lost the chance to kill him taught him that. She could try everything and feel guilty for not predicting the future anyway.
Hange ignored him by pretending not to hear. Instead, the commander strained her grip on the horse’s reins and urged the animal to start galloping faster ahead. Only when she was at least fifteen feet further away, with her hair a mess in the wind, did she turn around to face Levi, an old wide grin on her lips.
“Race you back to the barracks!” She screamed before turning her back on him again.
Levi watched them disappear in that infinity of washed-up red sand and orange sky before deciding to indulge Hange a bit. He began running after them but no matter how fast his own horse was, Hange had the advantage of starting the run first. Just like the war, this race was rigged from the start.
***
A few days before their group departed from Paradis to finally explore Marley, Levi was unable to sleep. He worried about the preparations, about the prospect of someone, anyone betraying them, and handling Hange, Armin, and Eren, their most powerful assets, right into the enemies' hands. It was his anxiety talking more than anything but kept him awake that night anyway. Understandable fear, but unnecessary. Hange, Armin, Onyankopon, and Kiyomi prepared strategies and safety measures in case anything deviated from their original plan. They would be as safe as one can be right in the lion’s den.
Understandable fear, but unnecessary.
Levi gave up on trying to sleep. He needed to do something to keep his mind occupied, to make him feel like everything was under control – even if he was the smallest piece in the puzzle and everything was, in fact, not under his control. He put on the white shirt and the black pair of pants that rested folded by the end of his bed, then, he started to put on the harness of his ODM gear, thighing it a bit more than necessary and only relaxing at the familiar straining of the leather on his body.
He wasn’t the only one who occupied his sleepless nights with training, he had caught Mikasa doing push-ups and fighting stances during odd hours of the morning. They never said a word to one another, always silently understanding the other’s need to release some tension and exercise a little control over the things they could, with the skills they had.
The new Survey Corps coat covered the gear completely once he stepped outside. The blades rattled against gas canisters as he moved, causing more noise than he meant to. Instead of going straight to the training grounds, Levi walked the customary path to Hange’s room. There, he knocked on their door three times and waited. When she didn’t answer, he knocked again, this time, hearing a loud thud and then not-so-light steps coming in his direction.
Hange yanked the door open carelessly. She was still dressed in the uniform, but her messy hair, the lights turned on, and the pile of files waiting on the desk inside the room revealed the truth: Hange fell asleep while working overtime again. Although… her hair was not chaotic as it used to be; unwashed and never once brushed. No, tonight it was pulled into the half ponytail she used to style it in since she became a commander, with only a few strands sticking up.
Years ago, Hange came to him and asked for a haircut. White bandages still covered her scarred eye and she wore a weak smile that did nothing to hide the grief. She claimed it would be easier to keep it under control if it was shorter, and that now that she was appointed as the commander, she would need to keep up a good appearance while not wasting too much time on grooming in the mornings.
To Hange’s credit, she was right. After the haircut, she kept her hair as clean and tidy as she could. But back then, as he was cutting locks of it away and ignoring as they fell to the ground close to his feet, he couldn’t help but mourn over the wild and unruly hair Hange had ever since he met her. Mourn over a side of Hange he wouldn’t see again in a long time.
“It’s called effortlessly chic, Levi.” She said, throwing the brown hair into the new style adopted, only days after the haircut.
He couldn’t hold in a snort “Oh, it’s effortless, alright…” Always trying to be sarcastic to hide how truly stunning Hange looked no matter how negligent she used to be with personal hygiene.
“What are you doing here?” Hange stole his attention. God, he was staring. He was staring all this time, reminiscing old memories… But he couldn’t stop staring at her sleepy eyes, the small pout on her lips, or the flyaway hairs framing her face. It looked… cute. “Levi… We’re too old for secret dates in the middle of the night.”
“Tsk. You wish.”
She frowned “What is it? Did something happen?”
“Nothing happened.” It seemed like an understatement considering the thunder in his heart. “Get your ODM gear. Let’s go for a walk.” He watched as Hange’s eyes went from confusion to excitement in less than two seconds.
Without questioning him further, she moved back into the room to get ready. Levi pretended not to gawk as she put on the equipment, binding the belt buckles together over her chest, waist, thighs… “Oh, what a weird date.”
“Not a date.” He hissed under his breath before starting to walk away. “Let's go.”
The door closed with a click, then footsteps echoed on the corridor as Hange approached him “Mind telling me where we’re going, hm? Or why do we need the gear?”
He took his time to answer it, just until they were outside and the summer breeze refreshed his thoughts. “We’re going to train your abilities. You're rusty, and I don't wanna have to worry about saving your ass while enemies surround us.”
“Excuse you, I’m not rusty!” She raised her voice, clearly offended.
“When was the last time you had to use the equipment? Actually use it… And not just put it on for display.” Hange opened her mouth to answer but it never came. “Can’t remember, huh? Neither can I.”
He resumed walking. A small groove lay just beyond the tall gates of the headquarters, perfect for a nighttime training session.
After the Survey Corps cleared the titans that lingered outside of the walls, Hange prioritized the bureaucratic side of the commander position. There was barely any time left to sleep, let alone train. It was a stupid compromise, especially considering their high position and the dangers that came with it. Hange wasn’t helpless but the lack of practice, especially after losing one eye, can leave even the most experienced soldiers vulnerable. Levi should’ve kept her more active, for their own good.
The probability that they would have to use the ODM gear during the short recon trip to Marley was minimal. Minimal but not nonexistent. If the only way to help him feel more secure was to drag Hange out of her room in the middle of the night and force her to train until he was satisfied with the performance, then so be it. Better to be tired than dead, he thought.
Hange must have noticed the worry under his answer, as she didn’t start an argument. They passed the guards placed on night duty by the gates but gave them no explanation as to where they were both going alone. If it weren’t for the uniforms, some might assume the wrong thing… Or maybe the uniforms hid nothing, maybe the rumors about Levi and Hange, the ones that arose just as the recruits arrived and noticed how the two higher-ranking officers always lingered side by side, were too far gone for him to try and restore any integrity they might have left.
At least the recruits were too scared of Levi to tease him as his old companions did. No... He didn’t really mean that. Levi would gladly take their teasing instead of the empty space they left.
Hange was the only person who remained by his side, he noticed. The only one who met Farlan and Isabel, the only one he could recall memories of the past with over a cup of tea, memories from before their conception of a world was shattered by titan shifters and wars outside the island… the only one he could call a friend. Hange was the only person he had left, so he couldn’t let anything happen to her, especially something that could be easily prevented with a few training sessions.
Their steps transformed from echoes on a concrete sidewalk to the rustling of leaves and the breaking of twigs under their boots. When the forest grew denser and the trees stretched to the starry sky, Levi came to a halt. Hange walked a few more feet ahead, then stopped and turned to stare at him.
“What now, professor?” She teased. Levi rolled his eyes. In the dark, he could barely see the smirk Hange had on, but he felt it in her voice.
The only source of light was the moon and stars above, but soon his eyes adjusted and he distinguished the silhouette of Hange’s body in front of him, with one hand over her hip and her head crooked to the side.
He walked closer to her, closer until he could slide the green coat off her body and feel her breath on his neck. “Now we make sure everything is secure. I don’t trust your sleepy self to buckle everything correctly.”
“I don’t even trust my sleepy self.” Hange joked and Levi held in a chuckle.
Levi started to check the harness, pulling and tightening everything to his liking. He started at the belt over Hange’s chest, not quite touching her body but still feeling the heat that emanated from her skin. He walked around to see the belts on her back; one was a bit loose so he pulled it until the leather was carved into her skin and his fingers brushed over the thin fabric of her dress shirt.
Hange could do this alone, but Levi was glad she allowed him to verify it himself. The task, maybe boring and routinary for a soldier, helped him calm down and concentrate. He walked back to check the belts on her waist and the one looped around her pants. Hange’s breath staggered as his hands skimmed over her belly, close enough to feel her shivering.
After inspecting the compressed gas cylinders, the controller grip, and the hooks, Levi kneeled to finally take a look at the belts wrapped around their thighs. He placed one hand on the back of her left knee to steady himself, then tugged and tightened the harness until he was satisfied with the result. Hange’s hands gripped his shoulders almost immediately to try and keep her balance.
“So… Everything alright?” She asked in a whisper.
Turns out, Hange did everything correctly. Of course, after so many years in the military, she knew the process by heart. He was just too paranoid not to check it himself and make sure the equipment worked smoothly. He couldn't allow her to get hurt due to a lack of attention.
Levi looked up, Hange seemed a little out of breath, the silver buckles of the harness glistened under the moonlight as her chest moved up and down.
Levi noticed then that his hand moved up from her knee to the middle of her thigh, squeezing the flesh underneath as if he was afraid she might run if he let go. With a ruff, Levi got up and ignored the heat traveling from his chest right into his cheeks. At least it was dark and with enough distance Hange wouldn’t see him blushing.
Levi took a step back and removed his own coat. He shivered as it hit the ground, it was colder than he expected for a summer night. No matter, soon the chill air wouldn't be enough to keep them cool after they started moving. Levi checked his own gear one more time, testing his gas and calculating there was at least half a tank for him to use. Hange did the same, from the sound, Levi gathered that it was fuller than his. Good, her rusty self would use more gas than necessary to get a grip of things again.
“What do you have in mind for this class, professor?” Hange smirked again, now apparently calmer than when he was touching her.
“Can you stop calling me that? You’re not in the training corps anymore.”
“Oh, would you like me to call you Sir? Or maybe Captain?” He sighed, somehow understanding a bit better why those rumors started.
He ignored her question and shot his hooks at one of the trees surrounding them. One quick tug was enough to know that the cables were strongly secure before firing the compressed gas and being lifted off the ground as the wires were reeled back in.
“Now, you try to catch me.”
Hange started to laugh but stopped as soon as she noticed he wasn’t kidding “Are you serious? I couldn’t do that even when I was at my prime.”
It was his turn to smile “C’mon, I’ll go easy on you.”
Hange screamed ‘bastard’ as he cut through the wind and trees, angling his hips in the direction he wanted to go. Levi fell into the familiar steps of retracting the grapple cables and shooting them again and again, barely stepping on the branches to keep his balance, always controlling the gas usage not to end up stuck on top of a three, or worse, falling directly into the ground.
Hange chased behind, not as quiet and definitely not as fast as he could push her to go. As he predicted, she was using a lot of gas to try and get an advantage on him, but that alone wouldn’t be enough.
“Time the retrieving and firing of the hooks better!” He gave them a small tip, something she was probably able to figure out alone by now, something that would leave her more frustrated and eager to push faster.
“I’m trying!”
Levi propelled his hips forward, the iron wires screeched as they reeled back into the winch, the gas gave him enough momentum to flip mid-air. Okay, maybe he was showing off a little, but Hange could use the rage against him as an incentive. Not that she ever needed a little push to run wild.
With one glance behind, Levi noticed that Hange was still far away from him. He fired the hooks again to take a break and leaned against a particular sturdy tree nearby.
There was a weird grace to her movements, she wasn't as controlled and restrained as Levi while using the ODM gear, but feral and fearless, untamed in the middle of the forest. She always took a blind leap ahead and only later decided to look at where it would lead her. Somehow, it worked safely every time.
She flew higher than him that night, almost touching the treetops. Levi couldn't really see her body, only a shadow moving closer, occasionally outlined by the silver light filtered through the gaps of foliage above. She stopped abruptly, reaching the highest point and turning off the gas supply to descend. A web of tree branches extended ahead, but Hange fit perfectly in between. Falling fast, she managed to avoid the sharp points without a scratch on her clothes. Halfway down, she leaned into a diagonal fall, using the thicker portions of the tree limbs to run straight in his direction.
Resourceful and a quick thinker, a deadly combination at her disposal.
Levi resumed running, Hange was getting dangerously close to his liking. She might actually catch me, he thought, and an excited smile formed on his lips. So the commander hadn't completely forgotten how to maneuver like a maniac. Old habits with the ODM gear fell in place, her muscles remembered the movements that she relied on years ago.
The anxiety from earlier faded, leaving only the adrenaline behind. He wasn't putting too much strength on his body, but sweat started to collect at his nape and forehead. He was surprisingly having a good time now, different from other training sessions where he pushed his body to the limit and ignored the exhaustion creeping into his bones.
Maybe he should tease Hange a little. Keep things fun for her.
He slowed down, allowing her a chance to get closer.
“I know what you’re doing, Levi!” She cracked into laughter, the sound mixed with the annoying noise of their equipment functioning “You’re gonna regret it later.”
She pushed her feet against an oddly twisted tree trunk and, along with the impulse, she shot the hooks and fired more gas. A sufficient spurt for Hange to conquer more of the distance between them. He could hear her clearly now; the hooks of her ODM gear piercing against the trees, the cables shrieking when retracting, the few steps she took to balance herself on top of a resistant tree trunk… A shiver ran up his spine, it all sounded like an approaching threat. Later arrived sooner than he anticipated.
The cables pulled her higher in the air before withdrawing, she curled into a ball and spun, the trajectory formed an arc in the sky before she stretched into full length again and fell straight into Levi’s direction, feet first. He managed to escape by a thread, warned by her shadow looming over. The air around him cut like blades as Hange fell further down, missing him by centimeters.
Hange almost cornered him in two other stances. In one of them, her fingers brushed the fabric of his shirt and her warm breath met his nape, causing a chill. Levi didn’t like to admit it, but he wasn’t going that easy on her anymore, the effort he put into his movements caused his muscles to burn and more sweat to trickle down his torso. Apart from the slow start, the commander caught up to him and kept a steady rhythm. His biggest mistake was allowing her the chance to get closer. It was a chase, after all.
It was a chase, but somehow it felt like a dance. They moved together as if coordinated, the steps in which Hange grew nearer and barely gave Levi a chance to escape seemed rehearsed. Their bodies swirled together for brief moments before getting separated again; not too far, as if they would eventually be pulled to the other again.
After another failed attempt at trapping Levi, Hange fell further behind. The forest turned silent without her laughter, with only the quick echo of his equipment coming to a halt and the rustling of leaves in the wind. Levi turned around and found her resting at a distant tree.
“Can we take a break? It feels like we’ve been running forever.”
“You’re really out of shape if you’re already that tired.” He snorted, ignoring how his heartbeat was out of control. He stopped too, but taking a break now made him aware of the exertion he put into the exercise, something that the thrill of the hunt blinded him to. He took a big gulp of air, his breathing as loud and ragged as Hange’s.
Maybe he should stop this madness altogether and resume practice tomorrow. They must have been flying through the forest for what? An hour already? Levi needed to ease Hange into training again, not push her to the limit all at once.
Their enemies wouldn’t allow a break. Levi shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. Suddenly, his earlier fear about Hange being in danger was a notch too paranoid, not something that required a race in the middle of the night. With a clearer head, he realized… he was just too scared to lose her.
“We should have brought a water bottle.” She said, still out of breath. Begrudgingly, Levi accepted that he felt just as tired as Hange. They should stop for tonight and return home.
Levi moved to the tree where Hange hung limply on the steel wires, hunched over and with her legs dangling free. He landed on the branch just above her head, kneeling and narrowing his eyes to take a better look at her state. She was just as sweaty as him, the white shirt hugged her body tight, and the starlight sculpted the shape of her breasts and waist in a silver halo. He moved his gaze up and noticed that she wasn’t wearing the eyepatch anymore, the thing was probably lost somewhere in the forest below. Her brown hair fell into the familiar mess of years ago, strands of it curled into her face and framed her cheekbones.
Her breathing evened out, and so Levi extended his hand to touch her shoulders “Let’s head bac–”
She gripped his hand and twisted his arm, Levi held in a curse as she pulled him closer. Hange fired the gas again and unhook the grapple cables from the tree as they flew up. Their legs got tangled together as Hange held him in an intimate position.
“Got you.” She whispered close to his ear, the loose strands of her hair tickled his nose. He wanted to scream about how she cheated and this wasn’t technically a win, but the words got caught up in his throat, surprised at how much he was enjoying it.
Her cylinders howled in a distinctive pitch, a common indicator that they ran out of gas and needed to be refilled immediately. Both reached the highest point seconds later before the equipment failed and they started to fall. Hange had the gall to giggle as they descended to their deaths.
Levi’s heart skipped a bit. What the hell was Hange thinking when she pushed them both off the tree and to the sky so rashly? He skimmed his eyes through the forest in hopes to find the nearest tree branch that could hold their combined weight. When he failed at that, he shot his hooks blindly, hoping it would grasp something strong enough to give them a moment to find another tree, or at least slow down their fall so the impact wouldn’t hurt as much.
Without letting go of Levi’s body, Hange shot her cables at a crossed motion behind his back. Both of their hooks got caught in something hidden in the background, the wires strained and they stopped abruptly, suspended only ten feet off the ground.
Hange’s chest pressed against his own, and he felt the exact moment when a laugh started to bubble in her lungs, then escaped free and reverberated in his body.
“You almost killed us both!” He hissed, not quite sharing the fun of it. To Hange’s credit, she tried to swallow down the giggles, but it was too much for her to control it. This close, he caught a hint of the redness spreading across her face, maybe from the exercise, maybe from the laughs, he couldn’t tell, but it provided her a radiance that left him mesmerized.
“Oh, Levi,” she started, calming down from the fit of laughter “I’d never let you fall.” The words were just a ruse to make him forget the incident, he knew that, but it worked nonetheless.
“Humm…” He murmured, not willing to surrender to her antics. At least not while they continued to swing in the air.
Hange’s cold fingers made contact with his cheek, startling him for one second before he forced his body to stay still. They locked eyes, her right pupil sparkled while the left one vanished behind a bluish-white veil. Levi hadn’t examined her injury this close ever since the colossal explosion that caused it, Hange always hid behind that damn eyepatch. He let go of the controller grips, lifted his hand to carefully push her bangs away, and took a better look at the scar, not out of curiosity, but worry. Did it still hurt sometimes?
The scar looked clean to his untrained eyes, only one big gash that cut through her eyebrow diagonally and ended by the edge of the eye socket, just above her cheek. He held her hair in place with his palm against her temple as his thumb brushed over the lighter patched-up skin. Hange leaned into the touch, although it seemed more out of reflex than a calculated gesture.
“I’d never let you fall. And I know you’d never let me fall either… I know you wouldn’t.” So Hange saw right through his bullshit excuse for a practice session. He smiled ironically. That’s exactly why they were here training in the middle of the night, right? He was scared for her life. Scared that she would fall and he wouldn’t be there to catch her in his arms. “Someone told me not to worry too much, some things are out of our control.”
He huffed with indignation after Hange used his own words against him. “You could get hurt.”
“And how would that be your fault?” Logically, he knew it wouldn’t.
They have been soldiers for more than a decade now, dangerous situations came with the job. It was never his intention to question Hange’s abilities… or her choices. She was the commander of the Survey Corps, she knew what she was doing when she proposed the undercover trip to Marley. She calculated the consequences and made her choice willingly. She wasn’t a civilian caught up in a war and needed protection, she was his superior officer and was free to choose her own sacrifices. He couldn’t be that selfish.
Levi knew all of that… so why was his heart still aching with concern?
In a rush of adrenaline, Levi grabbed the other side of Hange's head, squeezing her cheeks in the process. Her lips formed the most lovely pout he had ever seen and his pulse quickened at the prospect of what was to come.
Then, he froze. The sensible side of his brain battled with his most secretive desires. It wasn’t just a friendly concern, it couldn’t be. Otherwise, he would’ve dragged every single one of his old squad to nighttime training too, but he hadn’t. Just Hange. His feet took him straight into her door that night and he lied to himself, pretending it was just because of her position in the army.
He had been denying his feelings for so long that he didn’t even know what to call them.
Hange was the one who closed the distance between them. Her lips brushed over his before pushing deeper. Levi held his breath, his eyes wide, his muscles paralyzed. But before Hange could interpret his stillness as denial, Levi closed his eyes, leaned in, and opened his mouth to accept the kiss. Warmth spread from the place where their mouths met to the rest of his body, to his chest, to his neck, to his face. He wanted to gasp for air but refused to let Hange go. He needed to keep touching her, he needed to feel her skin heating up under his fingertips, just to make sure the proximity wasn’t part of a dream that he failed to wake up from.
He had found the person he cared for the most, yet, under the heavy fog of love, he knew there was nothing he could do to protect them forever. His insides blazed on fire, the smoke would suffocate him slowly. But if it would kill him anyway, why not take this chance? Now, not later. Now, before the war pulled them apart again.
Hange broke the kiss the same way that she started it, too fast. But she lingered close, rested her forehead against his, panting as her lungs begged for more air.
“Everything will be alright…” It wouldn’t. They both knew it, but Levi allowed that little white lie to slip from her lips and find a home in his chest. She combed his hair back, the cold fingers brought him to reality again. Maybe those rumors held some truth, one that Levi couldn’t see until now. “Our biggest problem at the moment is how the hell we will get down from here.”
He sighed “You always manage to put us in difficult situations.” He curled his mouth into a small smile and Hange traced his lips with her index finger.
She chuckled, “I’m sorry about that.”
It’s alright, he wanted to say, I never really blamed you.
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So… I know Hange it's pretty skilled with the ODM gear, but I just wanted to test some silly "what-if's" scenarios, where they would not have been using the OGM gear daily because of other demands of the commander position, so Levi grew a bit worried about their abilities.
I hope you liked it, thank you for reading! Sorry for any mistakes concerning canon material (I avoid writing in canon universe because of that)… It's also been a while since I wrote something, so please be nice to me, or else I'll cry lol (not sure if I'm joking). Feel free to send me a prompt, I'll try not to take too long to answer!
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You know, knowing that the majority of the world does not/ has not read fanfiction is such a weird thing to me. And I don't mean that in a 'why aren't people more like me?' or a 'those people are weird' kinda way
I guess it's just cause fanfic is something that is very important to me, and is something that has made me happy, it's one of my core interest. This isn't just related to fic, all of my interests are like that. Whenever I see someone who has no interest in art, or writing, or thinking up stories, it kinda of boggles my mind a bit. And I think it's because I, myself, could not imagine being happy without those doing those hobbies and interests. But other people aren't me, and that is fine! People have a wide range of interests, and what makes someone happy won't be the same as some other people. People are different, and that is a good thing
It is still something that's a bit hard to wrap my head around (which is fine, as long as I don't act like an ass to people who have different interests) but I'm trying my best
right on, anon! brains work weird sometimes but we do reign them in lol
this is actually a very interesting view to me (but valid! very valid!), because when i was like getting into fanfiction and fandom in general it really wasnt that popularized ya know? like very few people knew this niche interest and social group existed, and there was this intra-culture view that all this is sort of a secret, that this is 'our space', its 'just for us'. (taken as a mantra from rpf ofc which is a good practice). so i never expected anyone i didnt meet in such spaces specifically to even /know/ they exist, let alone enjoy them. ive had this situation with a friend with whom we'd been friends for like over 2 years when i casually (accidentally maybe i dont remember anymore) mentioned fic and they literally jumped out of their chair like YOU KNOW WHAT FANFICTION IS?!?! it's still hilarious, we were actual friends for /two years/ and we never revealed our Secret Society cards to each other lol. but yes as it /is/ getting more popular now its more understandable to assume people would've at least heard about it, but still many people and places where its not that much of a thing! that and a lot of people dismiss it as 'cringy' and worthless and obsessed fangirl work which. wig ig lol. and even in more fandom-adjacent circles you'd see people /surprised/ when a fic is actually good bc they never gave fandom a chance, and just dismissed it as a cringy hobby (which is also fine but no need to be patronizing ya know). Personal experiences will shape the way you think of things
as for weird brain refusing to understand rational concepts - i had this meet up with reality when i studied coding. i was in a novice class with a lot of other people and some of them just... didnt get it. not necessarily the problems themselves, but like.. the essential idea of /how code works/. it was very weird to me. they insisted i must have previous experience to catch on that quickly, and well i did, but they were stumbling at the first steps, something that never gave me pause. i was really really shocked then, i just couldnt believe people couldnt grasp a basic function, and i realized i was coming off as a bit patronizing myself. it got to me that i was expecting more of people that just didnt have the perspective that i did. that prompted a whole discussion on How People Think, because it was obvious that these people not getting code were definitely not stupid, this was just a way of thinking that didnt agree with the way their thought process worked as whole. so in this discussion a lot of friends shared a bit of the insides of their minds and it was fascinating - i tend to think with words and images, visuals appearing along with a strong internal monologue. but my friends shared about thinking in concepts, in feelings, with no imagery at all, by association and memory alone. when asked to describe how we think of a specific object we all described the thought process differently ("i think of where it is now" "i think of who it belongs to" "i think of what it would be like to touch it" "i think of what color and shape it is" "i think of what personality it would have" "i think of how i feel about it" etc etc). so what im saying is.. brains weird. brains different. dont punish yourself for your brain deciding that an experience has to be universal if its so helpful to it personally. as long as you realize that emotions and actions and needs and rational decisions are different, albeit connected, all's good. brains man.
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Hello this is my first time writing I just wanted to say that I like you characterization and the way you write. Also one of your stories the one with the angry magic reveal gave me a really good idea ( I think) but I’m not much of a writer so I thought I would tell you bcs you inspired it after all ( can you tell I’m antisocial with terrible communication skills) Anyway the idea is : Merlin tells Mordred his destiny and Mordred swears a magical oath what basically is “if I have the intention to hurt or kill Arthur my magic will hurt me instead “ after that they became best buddies and have kind of cute younger brother/doting older brother dynamics. Merlin tells Mordred about his previous lovers whom died (Freya, Lancelot maybe) and just all of his secrets and Mordred assures him that Morgana wasn’t his fault. (And they’re just really cute besties as they should be) and then the Gang goes to “hunting “ when bandits are appeared out of nowhere doing their usual thing but one of them got too close to Arthur like stabbing to death close and Merlin uses his magic to kill the bandit and end the fight. Arthur sees this and he is mad he is raging and ordering the knights to tie Merlin when Mordred just lift his sword to Arthur’s neck and goes “I’m not letting you kill him” then he collapses. Arthur is like “ You sorcerer what did you do to him” while Merlin is panicking and checking Mordred’s pulse. After he is sure that he has he looks at Arthur and goes “ Say that you aren’t going to kill me” Arthur:? Merlin: “Say it!!!” After that Arthur is say something like “You can’t tell me what to do you’re a lowly servant nothing but a traitor sorcerer who can’t tell the truth “ And Merlin goes off and stars listing his thousands titles and accomplishments like “the master of life and death “ or “ guardian of Camelot and protector of the once and future king who is you btw “ and calls Mordred the “Bane” and the “Hope’s End” and stuff like that and Arthur gets angrier bcs Merlin is insulting Mordred but then Mordred wake up and like “You’re an ******** he’s literally my brother “ and Merlin cries and calls Mordred “The only thing that kept me sane and human the last year” and thats the idea or something like this you don’t have to write this or anything I just wanted to get this out of me and wanted to tell you that you’re such an amazing writer that you even inspire people like me who aren’t and if you really like this and write this then the only thing I can say is : thank you and I look forward to see this in your writing style. I hope you know that you always make my day with your stories. Sorry for rambling.
Ok so normally when I get prompts I store them until whenever I next update The List of ideas I work from.
BUT
and anon, I can't stress this enough
This is one of the coolest ideas I've ever gotten and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!
I've queued this post for when I'm at work, but you best believe this is being added to The List when I get home and turn my laptop on!!
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SO!!!
Yeah, maybe Mordred confronts Merlin way earlier on with the whole "Why are you being such an arse?? You saved me when I was a child and yeah you tried to kill me later on but all is forgiven!! I think you're really cool so why are you being all.... grumpy?!" and Merlin decides to wing it and tell the truth, that as much as he desperately wants to trust Mordred, how incredible it would be to have a Warlock by his side who he can talk to and confide in and learn with, he can't trust Mordred. Because no matter his feelings now, Merlin has learnt time and time again that destiny can't be avoided, and one day Mordred is going to try his damndest to kill The King. And Mordred goes ":/ That's stupid. Here." and he makes like some... magical blood oath that if he ever intends to seriously, and genuinely hurt Arthur Pendragon, his magic will prevent it from happening, by whatever means necessary. Fast forward just a little while, the others, mainly Arthur, are super happy that the two of them are finally getting along (and maybe a little jealous that the newbie seems to be Merlin's favourite) and they basically become brothers. Like people assume they're brothers and after a while they just... stop correcting them. Can you imagine if like... Gwaine at some point becomes genuinely convinced that they actually are brothers?? And were just fighting when Mordred first arrived but got over it??
Anyway. Yeah, magic reveal, pissy Arthur, unsure others. Mordred getting all angry and protective, Mordred's magic seeing "any means necessary" as code for "almost kill Mordred". Merlin freaks out, maybe uses his magic against everyone. He wouldn't do it to defend himself, would let Arthur kill him without much trouble, but if Mordred is in danger?? Nah, son, that's my little brother. He goes absolutely HAM, pins everyone to trees and really rips into them, and explains very vaguely that "Mordred is destined to kill you but I swear I'll do it myself right now if you don't swear that you won't hurt me." and like... everyone thinks it's Merlin being cruel and self-serving, because they don't know about the oath. Of course the two of them can explain everything properly once Mordred's magic stops wiggling the poor guy's brains around; it takes a while but they get there eventually.
Arthur keeps like, trying to get to the bottom of everything, but Merlin is too busy freaking out over that stupid oath and trying to figure out how to reverse it (no longer caring about destiny) and Mordred is too busy trying NOT to think about how willing he is to kill Arthur, it takes them F O R E V E R to get anything sorted.
Everything is fine in the end, but it's a real tense few minutes with lots of yelling and magic and almost pants-wetting (Merlin can be scary when he wants to be, Mr High-King-of-The-Druids and Last-Lord-of-Dragons and The-Eternal-One and Shadow-Walker and Camelot's-Defender and High-Priest-of-The-Old-Religion). Arthur is a little embarrassed for getting out-titled by his servant, Merlin is a little embarrassed because he hates when the Druids call him any of those things and he just outed them to Gwaine and Elyan who will never stop taking the piss, Mordred is feeling very vindicated and smug, and everyone else is just sort of... trying to catch their breaths and sort themselves out.
Happy ending!!
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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU!!! YOU'RE SO LOVELY!!! I encourage you to start writing anon!! All my first bits were terrible (I have since gone back and edited to improve grammar and punctuation and spelling, but it's still not great), the beauty with writing is that the more you do it, the better you get!! Fairly quickly as well!! It's only been about a year since I started posting my works, and there's a huge difference between back then and now!! Who knows where I'll be in another year?
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Hey, for that send you prompts thing :
AU where Todd works in a used book store, and Neil frequently visits. Neil notices Todd scribbling in the books sometimes, and then putting them back on the shelf. Neil then discretely goes and finds those books and reads the annotations Todd leaves there. Neil notices the books that Todd usually annotes are a certain colour/author/etc and chooses one at random, leaves a note for Todd there?
I dunno if this is a good prompt or not.
- Charlotte
(Can I be a anon friend for you? Like if I get an idea for a fic or hc but don't have the talent like you to write it? I'll sign off all my anons with the name Charlotte)
you can also read it here <3
Todd wasn't doing anything wrong - not really. Was it against the store's policy? Yes. But had someone stopped him? No. So, see. Nothing wrong.
Todd had been working at Little Red Books for about 5 months now. Despite the name, the books weren't red, just pre-used. It was pretty much a thrift shop just for books. (Todd wasn't sure why it's named what it was, and he never really bothered to ask.)
People could come and gave books that they didn't like, or wanted a newer copy of, or didn't have room for, or just wanted to pass down to someone but had no one to pass down the book to.
And people also came here to buy those books.
They had shelves and shelves of books, all filled with memories of their previous owners. Books filled with creases on the corner where someone folded them. Books filled with annotations and notes and childish handwriting on the covers indicating who the previous owner had been.
Todd loved it.
Todd loved opening a book and seeing so much history - so much proof of another life. He loved reading the notes and he loved watching other people flip through a book and notice something like a little misshapen star drawn at the corner from the previous owner and smile softly.
And Todd loved flipping through the books and adding his own commentary. He liked reading the old annotations. It was just... nice. And peaceful.
And its not like anyone could possibly know.
Well, other than this person, Todd supposed, staring at the note left in one of his favorite books.
Todd read any book he could get his hands on. But there were a few he’d visit over and over and this one- The Picture of Dorian Gray- was one of them.
And in between the pages was a little green piece of paper. Of course, this could be left for anyone - not Todd. But as he read and reread the note, he couldn’t help but think it was for him.
After all how many blonds worked here that went through and annotated the books?
Todd bit his lip, suddenly feeling caught. Then he reread the note and flushed.
“To the cute blond worker,
(the blue eyed one who annotates the books)
I hope I'm not overstepping or being creepy, but I've noticed you a lot. How you know where everything is, how you never meet anyone's eye, and how you always annotate books with blue ink.
I just think you're rather pretty and interesting.
I'm not sure how to approach you directly, but I wanted to tell you how much I love reading your notes."
Todd bit lower lip, a little nervous and a little flattered. It wasn’t creepy at all - or not to him at least. A little... strange perhaps. Todd wasn’t sure. He felt a weird mix of his anxiety at someone noticing him but also a little flutter in his tummy. Ultimately, he tucked the note into his pocket and decided to dwell on it after his shift.
But throughout the day he kept on thinking about it and flushing. A customer even noticed it. Which was embarrassing in a different way.
And worse he was the Shakespeare guy.
The Shakespeare guy.
Todd didn’t know his name but he knew a bit about him.
Todd knew he really liked Shakespeare because on one of his first trips to the store, the boy had bought a stackful of his plays. And thus was dubbed The Shakespeare guy by Todd.
Todd also knew he liked poetry because he always sat at the back table and read through some poetry books before choosing one.
He didn’t always buy anything, sometimes he just sat there, reading. Todd was... intrigued by him.
Todd didn’t know his name, but he knew that when he thought something was funny he’d try to stifle his laugh and almost always fail. When something was sad he’d blink fast and look away to take a second to compose himself. And Todd knew that Shakespeare guy was the most pretty boy Todd had ever seen.
He was nice to Todd too. He always smiled and made small talk - and he never got offended when Todd didn’t reply - too anxious to do so - or when Todd took too long to say anything. He smiled softly (and he had the most gorgeous smile in the world, the first time Todd had been so caught off guard he’d accidently scanned his book three times before the guy pointed it out.
He’d only giggled at Todd’s mistake, gently assuring him it was fine.
Todd thought he may be a bit in love.
And now his kind of crush had, once again, caught him being strange. Todd should honestly change his name and move somewhere far away. Like Antarctica.
“Are you okay?” The Shakespeare guy asked, voice tinted with concern as he watched Todd’s eyes dart down and his cheeks turn redder somehow. Todd stumbled over have bitten words and the guy stood patiently, letting Todd collect his thoughts. Todd really liked him a lot.
“Oh, um... I just... It’s nothing. I um well, I got a note. That’s all.” The guy’s thick eyebrows scrunched up.
‘Did you not like the note?” He sounded even more worried. Todd shook his head frantically.
“No! I mean, yes! I mean- I- I liked it. It was um... a sweet note. That- That I think they left it for me - I mean I’m not. I’m not sure but I just-”
“Was it a love letter?” the guy interrupted, lips drawn up into a mischievous smile and eyes filled with something knowing.
Todd’s eyes lingered a little too long on his smile before he shook his head.
“N-no.” The guy didn’t look like he believed him but he nodded anyway. Something flashed through his eyes and Todd wondered what it was desperately.
Then he took the books that he had been buying and left.
Todd let out a sigh of relief.
He hoped the cute boy didn’t think he was too strange.
But just as Todd calmed down completely, the door opened again. Todd turned towards it, about to welcome whoever the costumer was, but The Shakespeare guy was walking in again. Todd straightened up, hands uselessly coming up to fix his hair. The Shakespeare guy shot Todd an apologetic smile before making his way to the table he’d sit on and grabbing something.
“Just forgot this!” he called out, walking towards the door again, waving a green notepad.
Todd nodded, a little caught up in that green notepad because it looked the same shade as...
“W-wait!” The Shakespeare Guy jumped at the shout but paused all the same. He turned around, fixing Todd with a curious look.
Todd flushed - it probably wasn’t the same color. Shit. What was he thinking? There’s no way that he’d have left the note. Not the most gorgeous boy known to man. Not to Todd.
“N-nevermind.” Todd said, looking down. There was silence and then footsteps towards him.
“Hey,” the boy’s voice was soft, “what’s up?” Todd fiddled with his hands before chancing a glance up. The boy was looking at him with the gentlest eyes, Todd could melt. Todd opened his mouth to respond before closing it again. Then he reached into his pocket and took out the note, placing it in front of the boy. Then he looked at the notepad, still in his hands.
It was the same green.
“Oh um...” the boy’s voice was hesitant and Todd was sure he was about to let him down and that Todd was wrong and- “you, uh, figured it out...”
Todd’s head shot up, eyes wide in hope.
There was no way.
“I hope it wasn’t creepy,” Todd shook his head quickly and the boy smiled at him, “I just... I just like you a lot. Um, I wanted to ask you out, actually.” Todd audibly gasped and the guy’s smile widened. His voice lost any waver as he spoke again, “So will you? I mean, go out with me? Please?”
Todd stared at him with wide eyes, “I- I don’t even know your name...” he replied. The boy paused visibly before flushing red.
“Oh! I never told you? Neil. My name’s Neil Perry.”
Todd grinned. “Todd Anderson. Um... you can meet me here... maybe seven today? For our date.” Neil stared at him before nodding quickly.
“Yes, yes! 7′s perfect. You’re perfect!” Then he waved and ran out the door.
Todd couldn’t keep his grin down the entire day. And at 7, Neil was there to meet him.
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EDITED BECUZ I MADE LIKE 45845347 MISTAKES AFJKDLFJALKD
idk if this is what you wanted but i hope you liked it <3
im sure u’re very talented ! and you should totally write ur ideas if they’re even half as good as these
but you can send them to me too! I’ll be looking forward to it <33
i had a lot of fun writing this <3
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About previous post of not used much tropes:
OUCH whumpee blackmailing past!whumper h u r t s and the guilt? Hmmmm 🤌🤌 but let's add more guilt to the things! Cuz yes yes yes
Past! Whumper leaves team after everyone turns them away and instead of getting satisfaction, past! Whumpee gets... Nothing! That's right folks, revenge doesn't solve anything! :O shocking right?
So past! Whumpee has to deal with more 🤌🤌guilt 🤌🤌 (cuz ya know, whumper was trying really hard to change and now all the blackmailing thing) and now with a friend of past! Whumper who now hates them cuz their friend is away.
I didn't even know I would be writing this or asking for some sort of outcome, so, if you want, can you do prompts for this? (Thanks previous anon for bringing up this not used much trope, I found it awesome!) (Have good day everyone!)
Hiya, thanks for the ask :D
The post mentioned here
- At first, Whumpee was angry. They wanted ex-Whumper to suffer the same way that they did. They wanted ex-Whumper to at least be isolated and alone, because someone who did such terrible things to Whumpee didn't deserve to be with their friends.
(A small part of them felt betrayed by how much love and care their team gave to ex-Whumper despite the pain seeing ex-Whumper brought them everyday).
- Once ex-Whumper left, Whumpee finally realised that they had become someone they weren't proud of. They realised that they had let their anger and hurt fester in the worst way possible, and they regretted that. (They wanted to blame ex-Whumper for it, but they couldn't find it in them to do so).
- Whumpee came clean to the team with everything, from what they'd been through, to what they'd been doing to ex-Whumper.
- Some teammates were understanding and Whumpee felt like they didn't deserve that sympathy. Others turned on Whumpee, blaming them for ex-Whumper leaving and refusing to talk to them. They wanted to kick Whumpee off the team.
- No matter what the outcome was, Whumpee felt like they had lost their place in the team.
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Wildfires - Atsumu x f!reader
Summary: You're burned from last year's rumours, now fearing any hint of smoke. Yet you can't help, but fall for the childhood friend who's a balm to your wounds.
Genres, tropes, etc: angst with a satisfying and happy ending, angst to fluff, hurt/ comfort, exs to lovers (but not the usual kind), secret dating, drama and romance, but it's still somehow cute because that's just how I write lol
Warnings: false rumours about cheating and an illicit relationship, so it still technically mentions those things.
Words: 1.9k
Author's Notes: Hi Lia (@chimielie)! I'm your ☀️ anon. 🥰 You suggested exs to lovers and hurt/comfort for this prompt and it still technically is those things, but it's probably not what you expected.
If anyone is new to my blog and doesn't want to read angst, here's a cute fluff Atsumu x reader instead. :)
This fic is for the Heatwave Fic Exchange (@heatwave2021). Thank you for hosting this!
~*~*~
"I hadn't realized you two were still together."
Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.
"We're not."
The air is dry and sweat forms on your brow. With the sun beating down, it's the perfect combination for a wildfire.
Atsumu's chin sits on his fist as he avoids your gaze. Lowering your eyes, you stare at the wooden table.
"Did he still care?" you ask yourself.
~*~*~
Plaid skirts sway as two students peek into their new classroom, attempting to be discreet. You hear their whispers from a distance, waiting in front of your own classroom.
"Look! We get Kinjou-sensei this year!" one exclaims.
"Are you serious?" the other asks after letting out a gasp. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I might end up staring at his face all day."
"Maybe it'll help you pay attention," her friend snickers.
You clench your jaw as heat rises in your body. They're able to indulge in frivolous remarks, ignorant of how you're left scarred from one fleeting gesture, a tiny piece of kindling that ignited into uncontrollable flames.
Cool hands cover your ears from behind you. Your jaw relaxes and the tension dissipates from your shoulders. You turn around to see Atsumu wearing a scowl on his lips. Sighing as you cross your arms, you ask, "Atsumu, what are you doing?"
"Well if only there was a way to make 'em shut up," he replies with a sharp tone.
You lean away from him and swat his hands back. "You're too close," you tell him.
"Alright!" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll go!"
As he walks away, he crosses his thumb and index finger behind his back, forming a little heart. You smirk at his hidden gesture to you.
"I love you too, Atsumu," you silently tell him as a smile graces your lips. However, it vanishes like the mist in the sun when yet another person calls after him, someone he doesn't know.
You skirt around the other students, avoiding their path, and rush to your desk. There are too many dry leaves around; a single spark can burst everything into flames.
Why does everyone have to know Atsumu?
~*~*~
"I wish you could've been my partner for the project," you say.
Atsumu pours a glass of water and places it on the table in front of you. "You ended up with that new girl, right?" he mentions and you reply with a nod. "She should be safe to work with."
You're startled once again when you hear the chimes from the front door. A rattan room divider obstructs your view of it, but you hunch down anyway as you finally pick up your spoon.
Atsumu sits across from you, sharing something about his team. His eyes dim when he realizes you haven't been listening.
"This isn't working," he tells you. "I thought this restaurant would be better because people can't see us from here." He runs his fingers in his hair, a sign he's frustrated.
"I– I forgot people can still hear us," you say in a low voice.
Atsumu sighs. "Let's just watch a movie at my house," he says. "Osamu already knows anyway."
"You know we can't," you protest. "Not when Hana and Haku drop by so often. They're going to realize we're together."
"But how are we supposed to have any fun when you're so scared?"
"I–" You lower your gaze, eyes unfocused towards your untouched bowl of rice. "Sorry, Atsumu."
"It's not your fault," he reminds you yet again. This exchange has become all too familiar. "Maybe we should finally tell Hana and Haku what happened to you."
"And have them find out the guy in the rumours is their beloved brother?" You cross your arms over your chest and rub your hand on your sleeve. "I still want to be comfortable around them, Atsumu. Ignorance is bliss right?"
His mouth twists before a groan escapes from it. He slouches in his seat and stares at the food in front of you, which remains the way the waitress left it.
"Let's take the train to Tokyo next time," he mutters. "Nobody'll know us there."
Your eyes grow before looking up at Atsumu. "What?" you slowly enunciate just above a whisper. "Don't you know how expensive that is?"
He presses his lips together before sharing his next suggestion. "I know where 'Samu's secret stash of money is…"
You narrow your eyes at him. "No, we're not stealing from him to go on a date, Atsumu."
"Alright," he says, lowering his eyes and dropping his shoulders.
Seeing his expression, you offer another idea. "How about Osaka?" It's only one city away.
Atsumu's eyes light up, excited at the chance of finally getting to enjoy some time with you. Although your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes, you hope leaving the vicinity of last year's wildfires would be enough, for Atsumu's sake and yours.
~*~*~
Your heart beats faster and your throat becomes dry. You weren't getting enough air.
"You're okay," you tell yourself. "She's not talking about you."
"Seriously! That happened at my old school," your project partner snickers as she recounts her story to you. "They even got the kiss on camera too! I felt so bad for her, but it's her own fault for cheating on him."
You begin to feel dizzy, catching a whiff of smoke from another victim's fire. Her words add fuel to a fire that cannot be stopped. Wildfires burn and burn, and are never satisfied until they run out of kindling.
"Oh! I've been meaning to ask. Are you dating Atsumu? The two of you seem really close!"
Your throat struggles to take control, attempting to keep your stomach down; it doesn't want to burn either.
They'll say you're cheating on Kinjou-sensei.
The tongue is a powerful weapon, causing destruction by those who are both untrained and ignorant as well as the truly malicious.
Your knees buckle as you pant for air, your grip weak on the knob. You need to get out.
Atsumu's figure is before you and you relax as he catches you. You never would have imagined that this guy would be your fleeting oasis.
~*~*~
"Let's break up," you tell Atsumu.
You both knew this was coming, yet a bucket of icy water chilled to the bone regardless of whether or not it was expected. Speaking those words aloud shocked you back into reality.
You hesitated dating each other in the first place, but you couldn't help but caress his strong hands when he admitted his feelings for you. Growing up together in your group of five, he was by your side from snotty noses to acne breakouts.
You didn't expect to fall for the hot-head of your bunch when rumours of you dating Kinjou-sensei spread. Atsumu attempted to extinguish every flame he spotted, witnessing your anguish each time you got burned.
"Maybe we can still do this," you say, contradicting your previous words.
"And what? Have ya pass out again every time someone asks about us?" Atsumu protests. He lowers his eyes as he clutches your hand. "Do ya know how worried I was about ya?"
Your heart flutters for a moment before you remind yourself that you can't keep him, the boy who has been by your side for so long.
"Aghhhhh! This is so stupid!!! Why are we suffering because of this made up crap?! 'Kinjou-sensei' had put a bandaid on me a thousand times more than he did t' ya! But nobody gives a crap about that!"
"I'm sorry Atsumu."
"Why the heck are ya sorry?!" he says, raising his voice.
"I– If I was just strong enough... If I could withstand their stupid words"–your lip trembles–"maybe I wouldn't have to choose between you and having some peace."
There's another silence between the two of you. Your fingers are loosely intertwined together, barely holding the fragile string between the two of you, as if it were a wick that would combust and disappear in a split second.
"Maybe we should just run away," Atsumu mumbles aloud.
"What?"
"Ya know, transfer schools. Or even drop out if we need ta."
"Atsumu! You can't! We can't! You have volleyball! And I... this is the only school that gave me a scholarship."
"Agh! Why is this so frustrating?!"
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing, ya idiot! Ya did nothing wrong!" He presses and rubs his forehead with the heel of his palm. "I just… I wish I could do more for ya." His arm drops at his side. "I wish I didn't feel so useless."
Your tears drip down your face. Could they be counted any more? If only you didn't fear getting caught dating Atsumu, terrified that last year's fires would morph into a raging beast. But another wildfire would not only destroy you but also the man you loved. If only your sores healed by now, you could have shown off your boyfriend, disregarding any of the flames.
If only you were fireproof.
But you weren't and now you're forced to loosen your grip on Atsumu, the balm to your wounds, and let him fall out of your hands.
~*~*~
"I hadn't realized you two were still together."
Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.
"We're not."
It was three years since you talked to Atsumu, four since rumours first raged through the school. The two of you went through cycles of getting back together and breaking up again every time you learned that fear was still crippling you. Cutting off contact was the less painful option.
Years later, you're at a friend's cottage and Atsumu comes along without knowing you're here as well. Now that high school has come and gone, the smoke has dissipated and the fires have finished their course. You can finally breathe.
But does Atsumu still want you?
To anyone else, Atsumu is bored out of his mind, resting his chin on his fist. Nobody sees his thumb and finger forming a tiny heart.
Your heart flutters and you blink back tears. You attempt to hold back your growing grin, but you have no reason to hide it anymore.
You wrap your arms around him, almost causing him to topple off of his chair, Atsumu letting out a yelp. "What the heck are ya doing?"
You can finally release your feelings for him, openly and freely. The dam opens and waters rush to engulf him before you settle into his embrace.
"I love you too Atsumu," you tell him without a care in the world.
Osamu tells you he changed when you cut off contact. He desired to be a man, not wanting to feel so powerless, and poured himself into things he could do. It paid off.
"Did ya want to go somewhere together? I could even take ya all the way t' Rome if ya want."
The two of you hold each others' hands as the ocean's edge cools your feet. You lean against his shoulder, cherishing the moment that at one point seemed like an inaccessible dream.
You give him a peck on the cheek and smile. "Tokyo seems like a nice place for a date for now."
~*~*~
I hope you enjoyed this fic. :) (And I hope you liked it Lia!!) I guess I can be poetic if I try. lol. I had a whole commentary written out for this fic, but I decided against posting it here and making my author's notes as long as the fic itself. 😂
If you enjoyed this fic, I don't really have any similar pieces of writing at the moment. The only one that's similar is the hurt/comfort Kunimi WIP I've put off writing for so long because I didn't think I could pull off this type of fic. (And also because I think only one person will read it.) The theme in that one is pity/pride because pitiful is Kunimi's most hated word.
Anyway, if you want to see my usual style of writing, I have a cute tooth-rotting fluff Atsumu x reader one-shot. I currently also have an ongoing fake dating chaptered Suna fic, which is probably my best planned fic with the hints and foreshadowing and a nice mix of humour, fluff and shoujo-type angst. :)
I also have a Google form for my taglist if anyone is interested.
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rubescent. [p. parker]
summary: anon requested prompt 26 “You’ve got an eyelash on your cheek.”
warnings: brief profanity, unnecessary use of italics
word count: 2k+
“And that’s how you get B.”
You were blown away by Peter’s mind. How flawlessly he danced around the equations presented to you on your paper and ended up at the answer. You watched him write more than you were listening to him explain the process so you didn’t really get much written down yourself. He looked up from his paper and pressed his lips together then made a quiet popping sound with them. Brown eyes drifted from yours to your nearly blank notebook to which he chuckled at.
“Were you paying any attention to what I said?” He teased, taking your notebook to begin writing step by step notes for your own use.
A little embarrassed, you lifted your sweater-covered hands up to cover your face, letting out your own defeated laughter, “I tried but you talked so fast, it’s hard to keep up.” You lied. Peter seemed oblivious to your origin of your distracted nature and continued writing down his helpful tips.
You and Peter sat on his small bed, notebooks and textbooks heaped up around you to study for upcoming finals. He seemed so laid back compared to when you two sat a few seats away from each other in your lecture hall. He always sat so straight, his eyes glued to the blackboard, absorbing the information that was being presented. You later realized that a reason you asked him to help you study was because you spent quite a bit of time glancing in his direction to look at him rather than your professor or notes.
“Peter! Your food is here!” His aunt yelled from downstairs, making both of you flinch slightly. While Peter stood up to go retrieve the food for the two of you, you leaned over to your bag and grabbed your wallet, fishing out two twenty dollar bills for him.
“I’ll cover it. Consider it payback for helping me study.” You said with a smile, but before you could finish, Peter was shaking his head at you.
“No no, don’t worry about it, my treat.”
“No, you take the money. Seriously, Pete, I wouldn’t be armed to the teeth with knowledge for this exam if it wasn’t for you. Let me pay.” You felt your lower lip push out into a slight pout and caught yourself, brushing it off with a chuckle.
He took the cash with a huff and spun around to leave. Stubborn bastard.
You stood up from your place on his mattress and scanned his room. It was relatively clean, all except for his desk. There were a bunch of papers littered, some crumpled up and some heavily written on. He had things tacked above his desk as well, some that looked like they were from high school. Yearbook photos and academic awards, a picture of a man with glasses and a lab coat and concert tickets. A part of you longed to see who Peter was outside of an instructional setting.
In the midst of your snooping, Peter stood in the doorway, the takeout containers in his hands. He watched as you furrowed your eyebrows while reading some of his notes for a class you didn’t share and how puzzled you seemed, “So I’m guessing particle physics isn’t your forte?”
Startled, you jumped back and faced the direction of the voice. He caught you being nosy, which escalated your previous embarrassment even more. At least he wasn’t pissed off you were rummaging through his things. Most people would be.
The two of you returned to your study spot, white takeout boxes replacing your homework. The quiet wasn’t awkward at all, it was comfortable; pleasant even. While Peter had a mouthful of lo mein, you looked up from your dish and washed him scarf them down.
“Did you always want to do bioengineering?” You asked.
Peter finished chewing the remaining noodles and swallowed them down with a gulp of soda. Exhaling, he situated his body toward you more. “Not really. I kinda wanted to follow in my dad’s footsteps and focus on Cross-Species Genetics but we all saw how that turned out for Dr. Connors so.. I pursued a different passion and ended up here.”
While he was enthused to discuss his career path, his tone dropped when he began talking about his father. You cringed inward and instantly regretted asking, but Peter let it roll off his back, “What about you? Organic chemistry seems a little far off from being a journalism major.”
“Science is a required class, thank you very much. And clearly I’m not very good at it or I wouldn’t be asking for help.” You twirled your noodles around your chopsticks, looking away from Peter.
He shook his head as he placed a jumbo helping of noodles and vegetables into his mouth, speaking through the food. It was unintelligible but it was still so cute.
“Come again, ace?” You asked, leaning toward him as an attempt to hear him better.
Peter brought his hand up to hover over his mouth, his contagious laughter ringing through his room, “Sorry, sorry, ahem.. I was trying to say that you’re- you’re smart, y’know? Smarter than a lot of the morons we sit with. I um- I think there are other reasons that we’re studying together, y’know?”
As he finished his sentence, his voice got quieter and he gazed down into his food, a poor way of trying to hide his blushing cheeks. If only he was looking at yours.
You cleared your throat to try to defuse the tension brewing, your thumb sliding over the side of your food carton. “And you’re smart enough to figure that out.” Your voice was nearly as quiet as his.
Slowly, he lifted his head, panning his vision up, hoping to meet your eyes. His toothy smile caught your attention the most, making you return the grin. For a split second, he squinted at you. “You’ve got an eyelash on your cheek.” He murmured, but you heard him.
Peter shifted his weight forward, bringing his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb swiping underneath your eye in a leisurely motion. Your eyelids fluttered down as he did so, your breath hitching in your throat. The feeling of his thumb traveled down to your cheekbone, his hand cradling your face. You opened your eyes briefly, to see Peter inches away from your face.
A beat of silence passed and then you spoke finally, “Kiss me…” You whispered, searching his eyes for a sign that he wanted the same.
That’s all Peter needed before surging forward, his pinkish lips folding over yours. A chill ran down your spine as he pulled you closer, his hand never once leaving his spot holding your jaw. Your nose bumped his glasses, but neither of you paid any attention to it. Peter’s plush lips opened then settled against yours, his breath mingling with yours as you leaned more and more into his touch.
Your mind was racing, but not a single coherent thought could be made of the jumbled mess inside your head. The feeling of your heart hammering in your chest almost distracted you from Peter’s kiss and gentle caress. It felt like hours and seconds all at the same time. After Peter pulled away, you could feel yourself pouting again but made no attempt to hide it. He bit down on his lower lip before leaning in to press a brisk kiss to your lips once more.
“We should, y’know, finish up the- the homework.” He mumbled, too frazzled to think straight.
You nodded in agreement, too giddy to speak.
The rest of the study session went by rather quickly. With the tools Peter gave you, you had a bit of hopefulness in yourself as far as the exam went. You slowly packed away your belongings, wanting to spend as much time with Peter as possible.
“I appreciate the help. My arsenal of tips and tricks is full of Peter Parker’s genius now.” You stood up from his bed, holding the strap on your shoulder, smiling down at him.
You watched as Peter almost hesitantly climbed off his bed and stood before you, towering over you. Another breath got caught in your throat as you looked up into his eyes, pressing your lips together as you anticipated his next move.
He reached up, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he grabbed his skateboard from the corner of his room. While you were slightly bummed he didn’t kiss you again, you figured he’d want to be home before dark so he wasn’t skating through Queens alone in the dark.
Aunt May gave a small wave from the porch as you and Peter walked, shoulder to shoulder down the sidewalk. He looked behind him briefly to see his aunt giving him a thumbs up and a sly wink. Oh brother.
“Are you gonna stay in New York once you graduate?” You asked, watching the cracks in the sidewalks as you passed each of them.
“Yeah, probably. I gotta take care of May and this place might be a shithole but it’s home.” Peter scratched the back of his neck briefly before letting his hand drop by his side, bumping into yours. He mumbled an apology, looking at his shoes.
It took every ounce of courage you possessed, but you looked down between you two and laced your fingers with Peter’s as you walked. Neither of you said anything about it, but kept discussing little things like a minor childhood memory Peter remembered after seeing something or what you wanted to do when you graduated. Once you made it to your little house a few blocks away, Peter walked you right up to the doorstep, not letting go of your hand while you stood there.
“Thanks again for tutoring me.” You gave your thanks, but even so Peter didn’t budge and neither did you. He stayed there, looking everywhere but into your eyes. His laidback nature melted away into being a flustered mess but it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen.
“We could always do something else, I mean, after exams. We go, y’know, or do something else, if you want.” Peter stammered, finally looking down, a sheepish grin on his face.
“Yeah, that sounds great.” You wet your lips quickly before turning to open your door. Before your hand could get to the knob, Peter had you pull flush against him, his lips finding yours. Your arms instinctively curling around his neck, drawing him in closer.
His fervent kiss caught you slightly off guard, but you welcomed it nonetheless. You didn't care if wandering eyes witnessed Peter’s display of affection on your porch, all you cared about was Peter. His hand held the small of your back, pressing you into his hard chest while your fingers found purchase in his hair, scratching his scalp gently. Before you found yourself too far gone, you pulled back, looking down between your bodies. “Text me, okay?” You whispered, peeking up through your lashes.
He nodded as he dropped his hand to his side, the other still clutching his board. His scruffiness looked even more disheveled than before due to the heated kiss, but Peter didn’t seem to mind as he hopped down the steps and placed his skateboard on the concrete.
“How about I pick you and we can take the subway to campus together?” He hollered before you managed to get into your house.
You turned back toward him, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear as the wind whipped them around. Nodding quickly, at a loss for words because of this damn boy. His cheeky smile was the last thing you saw before he was zipping down the street on his skateboard.
When you entered the house, you found yourself lingering against the front door for a long moment. With the back of your body pressed against it, you felt a small bump in your back pocket. You pulled off of the door and reached into your blue jeans, pulling out the two twenties you gave for Peter to pay for the takeout, folded into fours together. Cheeky bastard.
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a/n: This was extremely fun to write! I definitely have found my groove writing for Andrew Garfield’s portrayal of Spider-man, I think he’s become my favorite Spider-man now, I still love Tom Holland though I hope this is satisfactory! Thanks to the folks who are requesting things, I’m slowly making my way through them!
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Cool Beans (My Hero Academia)
Pairings : Lee!Ojiro / Ler!Bakusquad (minor lee!bkg, ler!kiri with kiribaku!!!)
A/N : aaa this was a rlly cute prompt, tysm anon! took me a while to write this considering i wasn't really sure how to write for ojiro's character haha. i also don't think the toe bean thing is canon whatsoever but guess what, neither is kiribaku and u dont see me shutting up abt them do u? either way, hope u guys enjoy this!! much love <333
Summary : Denki decides to invite Ojiro to one of the Bakusquad's weekly sleepovers, and once they both arrive, is shocked to find that Ojiro has...toe beans? No way he can't investigate those! (even if they do turn out to be a bit sensitive...)
Word Count : 3651
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“Here, just glue that last paper down and we should be done!” Denki clapped his hands together with a wide smile, his tongue poking out of his teeth in excitement as Ojiro pasted the last picture onto their poster board for the night.
The pair had been working on a group project together for the past two days, and after hours of pretty heavy research and planning, they were finally finished, and Denki could not be more thrilled to not have to work anymore tonight. He’s had a good time with Ojiro the past two days, though, and wasn’t really ready to just part ways with him just yet. He’d never really hung out with the guy much before this, and as it turns out they got along much better than he would’ve initially guessed. No way Denki was just gonna give up the chances of a new good friend.
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“So that’s it, right? We didn’t, like, forget a chunk did we?” Ojiro asked cautiously, knowing Denki was one to often forget important details like that. The electric teen sat in genuine thought for a moment, before popping his mouth with a smile.
“Nope! We’re all good, man,” Denki stood from his spot on the floor, moving the poster over to another side of the room and picking up his bookbag, turning back around to face Ojiro who was busy putting stuff away in his drawers. “Hey, um, me and a couple others are having a sleepover in the common room tonight. Would you wanna join us? I’ve kinda enjoyed hanging out with you these past few days so I think it’d be pretty fun if you went!”
Ojiro looked at him with an almost shocked expression on his face for a moment, eyebrows raised and mouth just slightly agape. “O-Oh, um...sure!” He looked towards his bedroom door a little warily and almost like he was confused, looking back to Denki with a thumb pointed towards the door. “Is it happening, like, now, or…?”
“Oh! Uh, yeah Bakugou and Kirishima already finished their project so they’re probably down there right now, but you can just come down whenever you feel like it! I’ve gotta grab a few pillows and my blanket first but I’ll be down there in just a minute.”
“Alright then, um...I guess I’ll meet you there?”
“Sure thing, man! I’ll tell the others you’ll be coming,” Denki gave Ojiro a big thumbs up before practically bouncing his way out the door and towards his own room to grab his stuff. This was definitely gonna be a fun night.
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It took a while for Ojiro to get his stuff together for the night, wanting to make sure he had everything so he wouldn’t have to walk back to his room in the middle of the night and risk waking any of the light-sleepers of the dorm. But, once he was sure he had everything and had hyped himself up enough to do it, he finally made his way out of his bedroom, walking towards the common area with his pillow and blanket in hand.
Upon entry, Denki’s whole little friend group was sat lounging around the common areas. Bakugou and Kirishima were cuddled together under the same blanket at the corner of one of the couches, while Mina was on the opposing side of the same couch under her own pink and purple blanket. Sero sat on his own little chair, while Denki sat on the floor on top of an orange bean bag someone must have brought from their own room. Ojiro took a deep breath in before marching his way towards them, waving his arm that held his pillow under the armpit.
“Hey guys!” Ojiro greeted with a smile, all the teens turning around to face him with smiles of their own (well, all except for Bakugou, but Ojiro took no offense to that).
“Ayyye, it’s the Tailster!” Sero chuckled from his spot on the chair, giving Ojiro a little nod in welcome. Denki hopped off his beanbag excitedly, speeding his way behind Sero’s chair to grab a purple bean bag he must’ve brought just for Ojiro’s company. He plopped it right down next to his orange one, showing it off with pride.
“Jirou let me borrow this tonight! I invited her over too but apparently she had plans with Momo,” Denki rolled his eyes playfully with a grin, pretending to gag with a finger in his mouth.
“Booooo, love sucks!” Sero heckled with his hands cupping around his mouth, chuckling when Bakugou threw a throw pillow at him from his spot cuddled up against Kirishima.
Ojiro giggled at their playfulness, sitting his pillow down beside his beanbag before sitting himself down on it comfortably. “Thanks for inviting me, you guys, seriously.”
“Babes, of course!” Mina exclaimed from her spot behind Ojiro on the couch. “We love having you around, Oji!”
“Yeah man, what she said!” Kirishima spoke up, pointing at Mina in agreement. “You’re a super manly dude, Ojiro. We were so excited when Denki told us you said you’d come!”
“Dude, even Bakugou was psyched,” Sero smirked, pointing his thumb at a now seething Bakugou.
“I was not PSYCHED you Spider-Man wannabe! He’s just less annoying than any of you bastards; thought it’d be a nice change of pace for once,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, slumping into Kirishima’s chest with his arms crossed like a pouting toddler. Kirishima just giggled at his boyfriend’s little temper tantrum, scratching at his scalp just the way he knew the blonde loved (which immediately calmed him down from any previous rage he felt towards the, quote, “Spider-Man Wannabe”).
Denki threw himself onto the bean bag next to Ojiro, TV remote in hand as he grinned up towards the tailed hero-in-training. “It’s a Disney movie night; got any suggestions as our guest of honor?”
Ojiro sat in thought for a minute, scratching at his chin as he scanned through all the past Disney films he’d watched over the years through his head. “Hm...Wreck It Ralph?”
“Oh FUCK yeah, this guy’s coming to every movie night from here on out!” Bakugou exclaimed, the compliment making Ojiro feel a little sheepish as he chuckled shyly. The others nodded in agreement, Denki getting the movie ready on the TV from his position propped up on the beanbag.
Once the movie had started, Ojiro decided he wanted to make himself a little more cozy now that he felt more comfortable around the group of other teens. He laid his pillow down on the floor, lounging back against the beanbag and propping up his feet on the soft cushion. Denki glanced over towards Ojiro when he noticed the movement, his eyes naturally gazing towards the boy’s now propped up feet. Denki gasped in excitement when he saw something he had never noticed before on the boy.
“Dude! You’ve got little toe beans!” The electric blonde pointed eagerly down at Ojiro’s feet, the tailed teen blushing slightly at the attention. Denki scooted in closer to his feet, looking intently at the little pink buds on his soles and toes. “No way, this is so cool! Can I touch them?”
“U-Uh, sure, just be gentle please,” Ojiro scratched at his neck sheepishly, unable to keep down the blush pushing at his cheeks and ears from the attention.
Sero suddenly hopped down from his spot on his chair, plopping down next to Denki to get a look at Ojiro’s feet as well. “Yup. Tailster’s got beans.”
Ojiro chuckled at the nickname before flinching when he felt a single finger touch down on the pink pad right under his toes. Denki used the pads of his fingers to idly trace and feel around the flesh, and Ojiro couldn’t help the way his toes tried to instinctively curl up at the sensation.
“They’re so soft, I could do this forever,” Denki sighed, continuing to brush little shapes into the pads. Ojiro gasped with a small jerk when he felt a nail accidentally scrape against the skin, and Denki instinctively pulled his hand back in shock. “Oh, dude, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”
Ojiro shook his head immediately. “No, you didn’t hurt me, it’s okay! It’s just...the uh, the ‘beans’ are a little...um…sensitive.”
Ojiro could see Sero raise an eyebrow at the word, a small grin appearing on his face as he nudged Denki in the shoulder with his elbow. “I think what Oji’s tryna say is, his beans are ticklish.” Sero glanced at the embarrassed Ojiro, Denki following suit with a large grin plastered on his face.
“Aww, that’s so cute! Kaminari, tickle his beans!” Mina giggled from her spot on the couch, Bakugou rolling his eyes at their silliness. The angry blonde pointed an accusatory finger towards Ojiro, the tailed boy’s eyes a little wide at the intimidation.
“Don’t be fuckin’ loud, Tail, I’m tryna watch the movie you picked out,” Bakugou grumbled, dropping his arm and pushing himself further into Kirishima’s chest as the red-head played with his hair soothingly.
Before Ojiro could respond, he yipped when he felt two teasing nails scratch slowly along the padding on his feet, his leg jerking back only to be stopped by Denki grabbing his ankle and holding the appendage in place.
“Ah ah ah, no getting away now, Oji! I wanna test this out a little more,” Denki chuckled, scribbling his two fingers into the bean. Ojiro gasped, quickly clamping his hands onto his mouth to muffle any giggles that threatened to burst out. Denki continued his slow, ticklish touches while looking over towards Sero. “Sero, get the other foot for me.”
“With pleasure~,” Sero chuckled, gently grabbing Ojiro’s other ankle and scribbling his fingers along the pad on his arch. Finally, Ojiro’s dam broke, muffled giggles being heard from behind his palms as he squirmed in his beanbag.
“Guhuhuys! Nohoho!” He giggled, gently pulling at his trapped feet to no avail. He really didn’t want to kick them, and was almost a little glad they were holding him by his ankles to prevent it, but at the same time it tickled so so badly and he didn’t know how much longer he could take it before he was gonna start to scream laugh.
“Does it really tickle?” Denki asked honestly, but the question only made Ojiro blush even harder behind his hands, the electric teen unintentionally teasing him beyond belief. “I’m gonna go faster, okay? I wanna test and see if it tickles more like that.”
Ojiro nodded shyly, before shrieking at the feeling of three fingers scribbling even faster along the pads of his foot, Sero’s hand still scribbling rather slowly on his other foot, but oh so teasingly.
“GYAHAHA! Kaminahahari! Guhuhuys! It tihihickles!” Ojiro cackled, keeping one hand over his mouth while the other went to grip at the side of his bean bag for support.
“Get his toes ones, you idiots. The toes always tickle worse,” Bakugou called from the couch, Kirishima giggling beside him.
“Yeah, you would know, wouldn’t you Bakugou?” Kirishima teased, pinching Bakugou’s side under the blanket and causing the blonde to yelp before hitting the redhead in the chest playfully with a frown.
Denki heard Bakugou loud and clear, moving his fingers up to scribble along the pads covering Ojiro’s toes. The poor tailed boy squealed, his kicking and thrashing getting a little more aggressive as Sero also moved upwards to mimic Denki’s tickling.
“NAHAHA! STHAHAHAP! IT TICKLES SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE!” Ojiro cackled, both of his hands shooting down to clutch at his tummy that was convulsing from laughter. “PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!”
“Oh c’moooon Oji! You’re a hero in training! I’d think you could handle a couple bean-tickles!” Sero teased, switching to pinch at the pad with his finger and thumb. Ojiro screamed through his giggle fit, making Bakugou groan and grab the remote to turn on the subtitles.
“NOHOHO! NOHOHO PIHIHINCHING! PLEHEHEASE!” Ojiro pleaded, his eyes squeezed so tightly shut that he could see little colorful fireworks in the darkness of his eyelids. Kaminari just giggled, pinching at the boy’s big toe despite his desperate pleas.
“You’re really ticklish, man! Is it like this everywhere or just your beans?” Denki raised an eyebrow before glancing over towards his three friends on the couch. Mina squealed excitedly, knowing exactly what the blonde was implying, while Bakugou just groaned into Kirishima’s chest.
“I don't wanna moveeeee,” Bakugou whined, making Kirishima just roll his eyes with a smile. Kirishima pinched Bakugou’s side again without stopping this time, making Bakugou jerk with a few choked giggles. “N-Nohoho! Kihihiri!”
“I’ll just tickle you ‘til you help us tickle Ojiro, Kats,” Kirishima teased into the blonde's ear, who promptly scrunched up his shoulder and batted at the boy’s face.
“Fihihihine! I’ll hehehelp! Just quhuhuit!” he giggled, huffing when Kirishima finally relented. They both moved from their cozy spot on the couch, the three of them getting down on the floor next to Ojiro. Denki and Sero had momentarily stopped their tickling at this point to give the boy a breather, but still held onto his ankles firmly as to not let him escape just yet.
“Guys, w-wait, hold on-” Ojiro pleaded with a blush before being hushed by Mina.
“Sorry, Oji, but this is a tickle-friendly group! Might have to get used to it if you wanna spend more time with us!” Mina giggled, plopping down on his right side while Bakugou took his right. Kirishima sat behind him, quickly hooking his arms under Ojiro’s and pulling him back some to give the others access to his torso.
“Which we definitely want you to do! You’re super fun, Ojiro, and we wanna keep spending time with you!” Kirishima smiled, though Ojiro couldn’t exactly see it as Kirishima was behind his head. “And hey, if you really really need us to stop, our safeword is ‘koala’!”
“I came up with that one,” Denki chuckled proudly, holding a hand to his chest.
“That’s...that’s really nice of you guys to say,” Ojiro smiled with flushed cheeks, sighing before bringing his head up to face them. “Alright, I’m ready. Someone should probably sit on my tail, though; I’m really ticklish and sometimes it goes a little out of control.”
“No problem, buddy! Bakugou; tail,” Kirshima pointed with his finger extended towards Bakugou, who just rolled his eyes and plopped down on his tail. “Comfy?”
“Y-Yeah, just hurry up, I’m not sure I can take waiting any longeR-HRG! HEHEHEHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA GAHAHAD!” Ojiro cackled wildy as all the teens around him dug into his sensitive body. Mina scribbled her finger in the hollow on his right armpit, while Bakugou took a much rougher approach, digging his fingers into the grooves of Ojiro’s ribs and vibrating mercilessly. Denki and Sero continued their incessant assault upon his so-called “toe beans,” scribbling wildly with their fingernails and leaving Ojiro an absolute mess underneath them. Kirishima got a little bored just being Ojiro’s physical captor, and took to blowing teasing air along the backs of Ojiro’s ears, which resulted in him scrunching up his neck with high-pitched squeals.
“Aww, he’s so ticklish!” Mina cooed, massaging circles with her thumb into Ojiro’s armpit, making the teen jerk and writhe under her assault with vicious cackles.
“It’s fucking hilarious, he’s losing his goddamn mind,” Bakugou chuckled, moving his fingers down to pinch along Ojiro’s sides right above his hips. Ojiro screamed, thrashing under their hold with desperate cackles and pleas.
“NAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHKUGOGOGOU! NAHAT THEHEHERE!” Ojiro’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his body trying desperately to wiggle away from those torturous fingers that refused to relent on his sensitive sides.
“Aww, someone’s got really ticklish sides!” Denki teased, pinching at Ojiro’s big toe pad while having to hold on to his ankle for dear life so he didn’t kick it out of his pin.
“PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!!” he bursted, his body trying to curl in on itself from the ticklish sensations. “I’LL DOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING!”
“Looks like we’ve got a beggar,” Sero chuckled, scratching relentlessly at those little beans. “Tell you what, Oji; promise to come to our next sleepover and you’ve got a deal.”
“I PROHOHOMISE! I PROHOMISE JUHUHUST PLEHEHEHASE! NO MOHOHORE TIHIHICKLES!” Ojiro begged through his giggling mirth. Those fingers against his sides just would not let up, as Bakugou was quite the mean tickler he’d come to find out, and he really didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. It was incessant, it was torturous, it was...it was so much fun.
“Oh yeah? You wanna bring us some snacks too?” Bakugou added, one hand continuing it’s deathly ticklish attack on the boy’s sides, while the other took to scribbling along Ojiro’s stomach and pinching at the pudge when he felt absolutely necessary.
“YEHEHES! ANYTHIHIHING!”
“Hmmm...what snacks do you guys like for a movie?” Denki asked, as if he wasn’t in the middle of pinching and scribbling at his friend’s sensitive feet and making the boy thrash and cackle cries of mirth underneath him. “I could probably go for some sour gummy worms. Sero?”
“Oh, definitely some Reeses Pieces. Goes great with popcorn,” Sero grinned, looking calmly towards Bakugou who was very evilly grinning while squeezing torturously along Ojiro’s sides. “Bakugou?”
“Hot Cheetos, easy. Forget those next time and this will look like child’s play in comparison,” Bakugou chuckled lowly, Denki raising an eyebrow at him.
“Dude...this is child’s play. We’re literally having a tickle fight right now,” Denki grinned, the background melody of Ojiro’s desperate cackles making him giggle from the contagion.
“SHUT UP, SPARKY!” Bakugou yelled, which only made him drill even harder into the boy’s sensitive flesh.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAHP! ANYTHING YOHOHU WAHAHAHNT! I CAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT!”
“Alright, alright, just two more snacks for you to jot on your mental list and you’ll be good to go!” Kirishima hyped the cackling boy underneath him, but looked to his friends to mentally tell them, ‘give the boy a second to breathe.’ They all slowed their tickling down some, still not relenting fully, but instead reducing Ojiro to a pile of happy, giddy giggles instead of the desperate cackling cries he had just seconds before. Kirishima smiled at the adorable sound. “I’ll take...hmm...I’ll take some jerky! Mina?”
Mina stopped her assault on the boy entirely, Ojiro opening a tear-filled eye to glance at her through his giggles. “I’m more of a fruit girl, so I’ll have to go with…” Mina grinned, pulling up Ojiro’s shirt to reveal his bare tummy, her face leaning down close enough where the boy could feel her breath brush against the skin, sending goosebumps across the expanse. He sucked in his stomach much to no avail. Mina smirked evilly up at Ojiro, his eyes now wide and his mouth still spilling giggle after giggle from the slowly tickling fingers along his side and feet. “...raspberries.”
Ojiro’s eyes widened. “No! Nonono, not thahahat! Wahahait, Mina pleheh-EHEASE! GYAHAHA STAHAHAP! NAHAHAHA!” Ojiro cackled and kicked as he felt Mina place teasing raspberry after teasing raspberry along his bare and ticklish tummy, He wiggled and squirmed to no avail until Mina finally let up, sitting up and back against her hands on the floor with her own little giggle.
Everyone finally stopped their tickling, letting go of the boy’s limbs and backing off to let him breathe. Denki chuckled at Ojiro’s heaving breaths and residual giggles, patting his calf in comfort. “You okay, Oji?”
Ojiro just nodded with a giggle, holding up a big thumbs up. “Yuhup, all good here.”
Kirishima smiled widely, clapping his hands together once before patting Ojiro on the shoulder in support, shaking the boy around a little. “You did great, man! Way better than I could ever handle a good tickling!” the redhead chuckled.
“Yeah, man, you were a total champ,” Sero grinned, holding up two thumbs up to the tailed boy who just smiled back at him.
“I’ll go grab you some water from the kitchen, cutie! Get comfy on the couch, I’ll take the beanbag,” Mina ruffled his hair as she stood from her spot on the floor, skipping her way to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. He watched her leave, seeing Bakugou stand up from the corner of his eye. The explosive teen just plopped back down on his spot on the couch like nothing had happened, unpausing the movie and making grabby hands towards Kirishima. The redhead just chuckled and obeyed the boy, getting up and throwing himself on the couch to cuddle Bakugou back under their shared blanket.
Denki just rolled his eyes at the gross lovey-dovey display, standing up and offering a hand to Ojiro. “Seriously, man, you’re getting that other spot on the couch after all that. Waaay comfier than this old beanbag,” Denki smiled as Ojiro took Denki’s hand, letting out a huff of air as he pulled Ojiro off the floor. Ojiro plopped himself down on the couch tiredly, letting out a small ‘oof!’ when Sero threw his pillow at him before laying his blanket down on top of him.
“Get comfy, we sleep in here,” Sero smiled before walking back towards his own seat. Mina finally made it back from the kitchen, handing Ojiro the glass of water with a smile.
Ojiro just sat there, almost dumbfounded for a moment at their kindness. “Um...thanks, guys. You’re all like...super duper nice.”
“Aww, babes!” Mina pouted happily, her hands shooting to her chest over the spot that contained her swelling heart. “You’re such a sweetheart, of course we’d be nice to you!”
“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? Shit, I’m tryna watch the goddamn movie,” bakugou grumbled, pouting like a child against Kirishima’s chest.
Ojiro really couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends, and he was so happy they felt the same way about him.
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A/N : aaa i hope u enjoyed that!! if u did, pls consider reblogging, it helps my fic to reach more ppl!! much love to u all, mwah!! <33
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Ah, I do see your points, anon. I'm not going to post all your asks publicly because if you really feel that unsafe, it's probably best not to have a bigass chunk of your text for people to analyze and try to guess your identity from. I think one of the best points you made is about how close to home it hits when the non-fave is not only your fave but is similar to you in some way like demographic. You're not wrong for having those emotions. I do wonder if they make it hard to see how some other people feel similarly embattled on other axes.
TBH, I think one of the big problems here is that the large aggregate patterns you're talking about are racist, but most individual fics and fans are not really the problem. It's hard to know how to talk about this or who to tell to "fix" it when we're looking at free, hobbyist art.
A lot of people's tastes are certainly formed by shitty society, but once they're formed, they don't change fast if at all. Asking someone to rewrite their libido is a big ask, yet tumblr does it all the time as though it's as simple as snapping your fingers.
This leaves me with the sense that a lot of tumblr is... like... the political lesbians of porn fic or something: desire is not real, only choosing based on logic and politics. Or maybe people are so asexual that they just don't understand the lizard brain's "YES!" at some porn things and complete indifference to others?
I don't think it's great if great swaths of people feel like bottom!Nicky is super hot and top!Nicky fundamentally isn't, but I also don't think they can necessarily just turn it off like flipping a switch.
(If someone reading this doesn't like their current tastes and wants to attempt to alter them, I do think it's possible. What you should do is line up a large slate of media that prominently features characters of the ethnicity or whatever that you don't find hot/interesting. These should be leads whose emotional development drives the plot and is supposed to be central to the audience's enjoyment of the media. Watch/read/etc. this media all the time. All. The. Time. Try out many pieces because you won't like every character or every show, and we're looking for genuine enjoyment, not the fandom equivalent of a pity fuck. Spend enough time on this, and your unconscious sense of who's hot and interesting will eventually shift somewhat. This is a project you should expect to take a few years.)
But I digress.
The one tweet thing is a very toxic pattern. If TOG fandom is doing that, guys, please try to be more conscious of holding the actors of color to a higher standard (or the women or whomever). I know this often comes from a place of paying more attention to our own and wanting to set a good standard, but the effect is that minorities can't fuck up ever while white dudes get infinite passes.
Okay, on to the fic thing... Gotta say, my instant reaction to that description is "Ooh!"--as it would be for the same scenario with the characters reversed. (Ships who start out trying to kill each other are my favorite! x1000 if they're resurrecting style immortals and they literally do.) I can see how it would feel like slamming into a brick wall if you aren't kinky in just the right way and you didn't know it was coming though.
Part of why I react so strongly to a lot of discourse that runs along these lines is that I am a naturally extremely kinky person. It's not so much about what I do (which as a deeply lazy person in a long distance relationship is essentially nothing), but it's absolutely how I'm wired.
And I can tell you that my quotidian experience in fandom is sharing something I don't even realize is a big deal only to have someone I like, respect, and trust react in horror and tell me that it's triggering and awful and should not be allowed in fandom spaces because it makes "people" unsafe. It's such an instant, kneejerk reaction they don't even realize I was sharing it because it spoke to the very core of me. Lesson learned, friend. Lesson learned.
That sounds a bit off topic, I know, but bear with me: The point of that anecdote is that it's pretty common for me to get people trying to raise my awareness of things I have already thought deeply about while denying my essential humanity and not even realizing. As a kinky person who likes to make my fave the top (and generally a conflicted sadist), this constant request to explain and justify is exhausting.
I doubt most of the top!Joe fans have this precise problem simply because people who make their fave the top are much less common in fandom than people who make their fave the bottom, but I see a similar pattern with fans who are just fundamentally wired for rape fantasies (one of the most common fantasies that exists) vs. fans who just don't get rape fantasies at all. Or substitute your BDSM/kinky/messed up fantasy trope of choice. Covertly radical feminist attitudes towards kink and power are on the rise in fandom, and as a naturally kinky person, boy do I notice it!
I know that it feels like crucial activism to share these insights about why the ratio of top!Joe is hurtful, and the pain you feel is real. But it's also the case that it's a big ask to want people to listen. (Not me. Obviously, I routinely choose to engage with discourse. I mean overall.) The reason for that is that you're only seeing a fraction of what they do or who they are, and you don't know how many previous people they've listened to how many previous times. It's a very different situation from someone whose job is making some major TV series or movie or something. That person does, in my opinion, owe you some amount of listening.
Now, I'm not saying no top Joe fan was ever a jerk. I'll bet they were. There's a tendency to be rude and to publicly air your schadenfreude when you feel like everyone has been yelling at you. What I am saying is that a lot of the problem here boils down to conflicting needs, and that means there isn't a good solution. It's a situation where people are genuinely hurt, but I don't necessarily agree that other people have harmed them.
I like that you did an actual count of the explicit fics, btw. It's good to look at the real numbers. I see too little of that in these situations. My off the cuff reaction is that 2/3 to 1/3 is not a bad ratio at all compared to many fandoms, but yeah, it definitely shows a strong trend, and that can be painful. (I have a fandom where I think there's maybe like 1 bottom so-and-so fic in the entire zine era fandom. One. It's pretty extreme.)
I guess my thinking here overall is: What is the practical solution? What are we hoping to gain? What is reasonable to ask of people?
And it can't be "Well, if they would just listen..." That's just a sneaky way of saying "If you haven't done it my way, it's because you haven't listened to me yet."
So the question I would ask of people is this:
What does a non-racist fic where Joe tops look like?
What does a non-racist sex pollen, dubcon, or even noncon fic where Joe tops look like?
And if you say the latter is impossible... well... sadists exist everywhere in the world. So do doms. So do people who prefer to top in a purely physical sense. People with rape fantasies where they're the rapist exist (people who are not actually rapists, I mean). None of this is restricted to any one group. We can't categorically say fic like that about Joe is coming from a place of racism without denying the fundamental humanity of kinky MENA people who'd want to make Joe like themselves or like their ideal partner. (Yes, I agree this won't be the majority of fic writers writing top!Joe, but this is a place to start for figuring out what the better version would look like.)
IDK, maybe you're that kinkster yourself, but your asks gave me the vibe that you don't really get the drive towards those darker kinds of fics and what might be motivating it besides stereotypes and shittiness.
If we can answer these kinds of questions, we can better critique the way people write what they write without telling them all of their taste is bad and they should just stop writing. Even if we think the latter is true, it isn't going to get us anywhere. Figuring out how to make Joe more multidimensional in the fic they already want to write or finding very specific wording that should be avoided might actually work.
Beyond that, the actions I think are productive would be running prompt fests, exchanges, or other events for bottom!Joe or for top!Joe where he's the main character and the fics are required to be from his POV. Themed collections and recs lists are great. (I've seen a bit of this going around in TOG fandom in the past, and that's an excellent approach! Keep it up!) Positive actions tend to work better here. Make more of what you want. Promote what you want to see.
I don't mean this in some fluffy magical thinking way: you aren't going to change that ratio radically just by the power of positivity. But I've seen this kind of thing play out in many, many fandoms, and going after the people who write what you don't like, even in a well-intentioned effort to educate and even in a polite, kind way doesn't do much. A few people feel guilty. A few feel defensive. A lot ignore you. The overall fic doesn't change. It's not a good use of your limited time and energy.
I'm off to look up that fic to see what I think of it in practice, but I'm going to post this before tumblr manages to eat it.
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The Ship Has Sailed - Aaron Hotchner
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader
Requested: By @witchcraftandwit and Anon.
Prompts: #48 and #57 from the fluff/humor-list.
Warnings/notes: SMUT! This is a combination of two requests. I don’t know why it ended up so long, I kinda hate it but oh well. The smut scene is short and rushed because I lost inspiration and it’s hard to avoid writing the smut scene identical to the other ones I’ve written. I hope you like it anyway😩 NOT PROOFREAD, AND THE TIMELINE MIGHT BE A BIT WRONG.
Wordcount: 6550
Summary: Hotch first met you, JJ’s older sister, when you came to the BAU to fill your younger sister’s empty spot while she went on maternity leave and as Penelope Garcia would have put it, sparks flied. The chemistry was there and it was strong, and you shared a drunken moment on a night out, but nothing became of it as Hotch deemed it to be too unprofessional. You went back to your old job and you didn’t hear from each other for a year, but now JJ is taking some time off to be with her family and who better fit to temporarily replace her than you?
Jealousy was never a nice feeling to have surging through your body, not for anyone, not under any circumstances.
Luckily, Aaron Hotchner wasn’t a frequent victim of the nasty feeling, having met Haley when they were both still just kids and never having any reason to worry about her leaving him for somebody else.
But Haley was gone now. He was a widower and in theory, he was back on the market for new relationship. Emotionally? Not so much. But again, theoretically, he wasn’t married anymore. He no longer wore his wedding band and one would be surprised at how easily women picked up on a naked ring finger.
Since Haley’s passing over two years ago, women had approached him in more ways than one. Witnesses during cases, single mothers at Jack’s school, athletes in the park, both workers and fellow customers at bars, restaurants, and grocery stores.
He’d lost count of how many times he had been approached and asked out, just as he had lost count of how many times he’d had to turn them down, and how many times his team had tried convincing him to rethink and give it a shot.
He was well aware of the fact that he deserved to be happy, that he deserved to be anything other than the miserable, up-tight man he currently was, as Rossi had once told him. A very big part of him wanted to get back up on the horse, to try to find love again, but he couldn’t. Something always came in the way when he wanted to say “yes”, and it wasn’t Haley like most people thought; it was himself.
But then you showed up; JJ’s older sister, recruited on your younger sister’s request when she gave birth to Michael and once more needed a temporary replacement while she went on maternity leave.
At first look, no one would’ve been able to tell you were Jennifer’s sister. You were so different personality and appearance wise, and it became apparent to the entire team when they first worked with you that it was you your younger sister took after.
Seeing the way you worked on a case, it was so clear that JJ’s way of working was an attempt to work, act and be like you. She had always been like that, trying to impress you seeing as you were her oldest sister. But when Roslyn died, that role model-connection she felt toward you grew stronger and your care for her bigger.
You were all each other had left and JJ always spoke so highly of you that when the time came for you to finally meet the team in person, their expectations of you were so high, they were nearly unattainable.
But they were pleasantly surprised and it was sure to say you did not disappoint, the expectations they’d had for you being nothing in comparison to what the real you brought to the table.
But it wasn’t just in a professional, platonic way that you were surprising, at least not to Hotch.
Both of you had felt the strange spark the second your eyes first met and your hands touched to shake.
Undeniable attraction grew in both of your chests unbecknownst to each other, but believing herself to be a matchmaker and personal messenger for Cupid, Penelope Garcia did not miss a beat, instantly picking up on the way the two of you held hands just a few second longer than you’d done with any of the others, herself included.
And of course, to no surprise, she rushed to excuse herself once introductions were out of the way and she was no longer needed in the room, to run into her office and call your little sister.
Since then, Penelope and JJ had both made it their mission in life to set the two of you up. The former tried giving hints to Hotch, as carefully as she possibly could as the fear to overstep and get fired still lingered, while the latter blatantly told you to go for it.
Hotch eventually picked up on what Garcia was trying to do and instantly shut down her suggestion that there should be anything romantic between the two of you, just like you had done to your sister for months.
But both of you were lying. That much was clear to both of the brave and unsuccessful matchmakers, with the lingering touches and ‘too long to be just friends’-gazes shared from across the room every time the two of you found yourself close, but not close enough.
JJ was home with the baby and obviously hadn’t witnessed the blossoming romance in the workplace, but the way Penelope described your behavior, she knew that she was right. And she got it confirmed when she got to see the two of you interact for herself during a night out.
The entire night, the two of them tried to get the two of you alone, in any way they could. They would send the two of you to fetch more drinks together at the bar, or they would drag literally everyone but the two of you to the dancefloor or to sing karaoke, knowing more than well enough that this was not something either of you would agree to.
But getting you alone wasn’t enough, as they watched you remain a good distance apart from each other from afar, stubbornly holding your professional relationship and barely even looking at each other.
So they did the only remaining thing to do and tried to drink you both under the table, which worked to some extent. Apparently, the two of you had more self-control than they’d hoped for and eventually, they just gave up and called it a night.
But unbecknownst to them, you were both a lot more buzzed than you let on, and while the others were too busy drinking and talking to notice, Hotch left the table no more than a minute after you had slipped away to go outside.
You were standing outside of the bar, leaning back against the brick wall and looking out over the still busy street when he joined you and as you noticed his presence, you turned your head to look at him.
No words were spoken, the two of you holding each other’s eyes for a moment, before slowly moving toward each other and meeting in the middle for a kiss.
There were fireworks, explosions, butterflies, tingles and every other expression you’d hear a lovestruck teenager use to describe their first kiss with their long-term crush, all mixed together.
The passion was so strong that you nearly forgot how to breathe, but it was over just as quickly as it started, leaving you disappointed and yearning for more.
You could see that Hotch had felt the exact same things you had, judging by the way he was squeezing his eyes shut as if his life depended on it while he backed away from you.
But he was clearly not a man who prioritized following his heart, the words leaving his mouth just a second later being not a confession of his attraction, but a rejection you had only experienced once in your life before.
It was because of the fear of rejection that you’d never really gotten into dating, but you’d been ready to make an exception for him from early in the start of your acquaintance.
You guessed that was your mistake, and you couldn’t really blame him. He wanted to be professional and at the end of the day, so did you, but it was still a struggle to pretend nothing had happened, that there was nothing there when in reality, there was so much.
Penelope understood almost instantly that something had happened when she saw you work together the next day, the two of you now suddenly acting like you didn’t even know each other.
And JJ, she picked it up on you alone and asked you about it. But you didn’t tell her, in an attempt to avoid complications with the team, and while she didn’t push you, she knew. And when she returned to work only two weeks later, Hotch knew that she knew.
You probably did too, but you didn’t care. You were just happy you didn’t have to put on a feign bravado around him for longer, as it wasn’t the easiest of things to do without alerting a team of trained profilers that something was wrong.
You went back to your previous job and Hotch remained at the BAU, the two of you going on with your lives without as much as a word to each other.
A year had passed since then and neither of you expected that you’d ever have to work together again. But JJ had made a last-minute decision to take some time of with Will and the boys and since she couldn’t find another replacement on such short notice, you were her only shot of getting her vacation days approved.
And what kind of sister would you be to get in the way of that?
You didn’t like it but you agreed despite it, for her sake and for the fact that you were an adult and an entire year had passed since your kiss with Hotch, so there could hardly be any chemistry left between the two of you after all that time.
But there was, and Penelope picked up on it the second you walked into the conference room and locked eyes with him, just like she had the first time you’d met.
Things were even tenser now than they’d been when you left and this time around, even the team picked up on the strained, awkward and hesitant energy both you and their boss seemed to radiate; more so than any other time when you were with each other.
Hotch must have picked up on the strange looks he was getting because much to your surprise, he asked you to come along to the crime scene with him and Derek, where things only proceeded to get worse.
Turns out, the lead detective of the case was a man in your age, a very handsome and charismatic one, who wasted no time in flirting with you, much to Hotch’s dismay.
Just like you, he hadn’t expected the spark to still be there after an entire year of not speaking to each other, but it was, and so were the other feelings that automatically came along with attraction; the good, and the bad ones.
Jealousy was a foreign feeling for him. The feeling of feeling replaced, watching from the outside and feeling like the odd man out, it was not something he’d experienced before.
He hadn’t realized how much he actually cared until he found himself clenching his fists to keep himself calm, surges of possessiveness going through his body that, in turn, he did his best to rationalize away and dismiss with a heavy heart.
For a moment, only for a moment, he wanted you to touch him, just for a second, so that he could feel like there was a single gesture, a single moment that he could say was meant specifically for him. It would’ve saved him from the unpleasant feeling and unwelcome thoughts he was currently doing his best to push through without losing his temper.
But when he overheard the detective beginning to talk about local restaurants, he snapped, leaving Derek’s side where they stood by one of the two bodies to approach you where you stood by the second.
“A word?” He asked as he came up behind you, and you turned around, eyebrows raised in surprise.
His face was hard and strict and his eyes showed no emotion pleasant. Still, you nodded your head, turning your body entirely in his direction while the detective excused himself.
“Sure. What’s up?” You asked, and watched as his face hardened even further, his lips pulling into a tight line and his entire posture more rigid than you’d ever seen it before.
“I would appreciate it if you’d focus on this case rather than flirting away precious time. As you are aware, we don’t have a lot of it before the unsub strikes again.” He spoke after a moment of silence, and to a start, all you could do was snort.
“Are you serious?” You asked lightheartedly, humor evident on your face and in your eyes. You couldn’t comprehend that he’d spoken those words in all seriousness at first, but when he did nothing to suggest he was joking, your smile fell.
“You’re serious? You’re really accusing me of flirting with the detective?” You asked again, wasting no time in crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive manner.
You stared him down, annoyance growing in the pit of your stomach, but he wasn’t fazed. “I’m not blind, and it wouldn’t be the first time you made a move on a co-worker, so if you want to keep this job until your sister gets back from her vacation, I’d suggest you’d do as I say.”
Not the first time? Not the first time?!
Anger quickly took over your entire body at the sound of his words and when looking up into the brown eyes that only minutes before would’ve been able to make your heart swell in your chest, you now only saw red.
Contrary to people’s belief, you didn’t have the best control of your anger, so before you did something stupid, you simply gave him a curt nod, spoke an equally as curt: “Yes, sir.”, and walked away.
As he watched your retreiving figure, he caught you mumbling something under your breath that sounded an awful lot like “fucking asshole”, but he wasn’t left a lot of time to dwell on it before Derek joined his side once more, having witnessed the entire thing and now having even more questions than he’d had before.
“What the hell was that?” He wasted no time in asking, and only then did Hotch move his eyes away from you to look down at the body at his feet.
“I was simply giving her pointers on how to do her job.” He replied, bending down by his knees and beginning to put on the blue gloves he’d been given at his arrival.
Derek stayed on his feet, crossing his arms and looking down at his superior. “Pointers wouldn’t have made her react like that so what’s really going on? What’s wrong with you today? You’ve been acting weird since she arrived this morning.”
“Nothing is wrong.” Hotch shot back. “I just didn’t get a lot of sleep.”
He began removing his gloves again and stood back up, looking everywhere but at Derek as the man in question continued. “I don’t think that’s what’s going on here. I’ve been watching the two of you and I recognize this behavior well enough to know that you’re jealous. Why?”
“I have nothing to be jealous of.” Hotch shot back without missing a beat, throwing his gloves in a nearby dumpster.
“There’s clearly something.” Derek pushed, walking after him as he began exiting the alleyway. “What happened between you?”
At this, Hotch finally looked up to meet his curious and determined gaze, meeting it with a stern glare.
“Nothing happened and this conversation is over.” He quickly shot him down.
“Hotch…” Derek attempted to push the subject once more, but before he could go on, Hotch had sped up and walked ahead of him, going up to one of the crime scene investigators on the scene to ask about the victims.
The annoyance lingered at the back of his head even when he kept busy with the case. Apparently, more people had picked up on the complicated relationship between the two of you than he’d originally thought, and he didn’t like it one bit.
The rest of the day went by with little to no direct conversation between the two of you, but the indirect communication and interaction was plenty.
He kept dropping passive aggressive comments both about you and the detective, who couldn’t seem to take the hint that you weren’t interested, and both of those things were driving you crazy.
You didn’t know how you’d be able to put up with his cold behavior for an entire week but luckily, the unsub turned out to be quite sloppy, leading to a quick arrest and for the team to be back at the office before the night was over.
The six of you returned to the office together but Morgan left pretty much instantly again, after picking Penelope up from her office to go to the movies, which Spencer ended up going along to, as well.
While Rossi, Emily and yourself went to your respective desks, chatting slightly among yourselves, you watched as Hotch walked right past you and into his office, where he shut himself in with a slam of the door.
The loud sound made the three of you trail off topic for a moment, all of you just turning to look at the door where the blinds were still swinging back and forth from the force.
“What’s up his ass today?” Emily asked after a moment of silence, and Rossi turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised in amusement but his eyes showing he was just as confused as her.
“I asked, but didn’t get much of a response.” He replied, and while they shook their heads, you lowered yours, hoping they wouldn’t ask you if you knew anything about it.
You were a good agent, a good profiler, but you were not a good liar when it came to people you knew personally. Criminals? Sure, you had no problem lying to them, but with the team? You wouldn’t have been able to keep a straight poker face.
Luckily, they dropped the subject quickly, turning back to their respective desks to gather the things they were planning on taking with them home.
While they did that, you sat down in your chair with a sigh, grabbing the high stack of paper work on your desk and moving it in front of you to begin.
“We’re gonna go get a drink before going home. Do you want to come with us?” Emily asked from behind you, and you spun around in your chair to face her only to find both her and Rossi looking at you, their bags now slung over their shoulders.
“Uh, no, not tonight. I have to fill all of this out.” You gave them a tense smile, motioning for the stack behind you. “Raincheck?” You added, and Emily smiled and nodded.
“I’ll hold you to that.” She said, and you chuckled.
“Take it easy, you two.”
“No promises.” Rossi teased, putting his hand on your head as an act of fondness as he passed you.
You spun back around to face the paperwork as they left, keeping your eyes on the file in front of you while listening to them leave. You kept pretending you were busy until the sound of the elevator reached your ears, only then looking back up and wasting no time in getting to your feet, heading straight for Hotch’s office.
When you reached his closed door, you peeked through the blinds, spotting him at his desk, looking to be filling out paperwork as if nothing had happened, as if nothing was wrong.
His nonchalant act only succeeded in making you more annoyed.
Still, you politely knocked on the glass window of the door before pushing it open, just enough for him to be able to see you.
When he raised his head to meet your eyes, you raised an eyebrow. “Can I come in?” You asked, as politely as you could, to which he only lowered his gaze again.
“I’m busy.” Was all he said, and that’s all that you could take.
“Okay, Aaron. We’re both adults here so let’s cut the crap.” You said, dropping the nice girl act and letting yourself in, closing the door behind you and wasting no time in approaching his desk.
“You’ve been giving me shit, questioned my methods and criticized my every move all day so either you’re jealous that another man was showing interest in me, or you’ve suddenly decided that you hate me, so which one is it?”
For just a moment, your mood taking such a determined and interrogative turn seemed to stun him, but he quickly regained his composure, pushing the file in front of him to the side.
“He was acting unprofessionally. I don’t blame him for being attracted to you but the professional thing to do would have been to wait with the flirting until the case was over, not head right into it at the scene of a crime, only a few feet away from a body.”
“OH, so you were jealous?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Are you listening to me?” He asked back, his face pulling into an expression of annoyance to match your own.
“If by ‘listening’ you mean listening to you spew out the world’s worst excuse, then yeah, I’m listening. You seem to forget that I’m a profiler, too. I can smell your bullshit from miles away.”
“Do I have to remind you that I am still your supe-“
“No, you listen to me.” You interrupted him, uncrossing your arms and taking a step forward. “You’re the one who wanted to end what we had going, before it had even begun. Do you expect me to live in celibacy for the rest of my life just because you can’t stand seeing me with a man who’s not you? I won’t do that.”
You shook your head as you finished and he stood up from his seat, taking a few steps closer to you and never letting his eyes leave yours.
“I have feelings for you and it’s clouding my judgement.” He finally confessed. “It feels wrong because you’re the older sister of one of my long-time colleagues and friends, but everything else feels right when I’m with you and I’m conflicted. I have never been in a situation like this before and I’m having a hard time figuring it out.”
You had laid awake so many nights after your kiss, wishing that he’d just confessed to the attraction you knew he felt just like you. And yet now that it actually happened, it wasn’t enough.
Your annoyed glare fell, instead being replaced by a straight, stoic expression as you swallowed. “I’m gonna ask you one question. Do you want me?” You asked, simply and straight-forward.
His face faltered, his eyes softening, but just as you’d expected, he said nothing.
You shook your head. “You’re gonna have to make up your mind, because I know my worth and I am worth way more than being held back by someone who doesn’t even want to be with me.”
“(Y/N)-“ He tried, taking a step closer in your direction and holding out his hand, but you interrupted him once more.
“No, this conversation is finished.” You glared again. “It’s clear that this is coming in the way of us properly doing our jobs so I’ll fill in the paperwork first thing tomorrow morning and find someone else to take my place until Jennifer comes back to make it easier for both of us. Good night.”
You turned around and headed for the door, your hand coming in contact with the cold metal of the knob.
But before you could open the door further than a thin slit, a hand was placed on the glass-window right by your head, said hand pushing the door back shut with a loud bang while another was placed on your upper arm, roughly turning you around.
You came face to face with him once more, this time with little to no space left between the two of you. “I am your superior and this conversation is finished when I say it is.” He glared down at you, one of his hands still placed by the side of your head, while the other moved to lock the door.
You were left breathless. The combination of the shock, the proximity, and the way he was acting so dominantly leaving you speechless.
“That was kind of hot…” Were the only words you could get out in all your flustered glory and you inwardly cringed, but he didn’t even seem to hear you, as his lips were on yours within the next second.
The moment he kissed you, all of the remaining shock melted right off, your body and mind reacting instinctively.
You moved your arms to wrap around his neck and his hands went straight for your waist. Your tongues met in no time and you were all on board, until you felt his hands begin to pull your shirt up from inside the hem of your pants.
When he successfully did so and you felt his warm fingers against the skin of your stomach, you pulled your lips away from his, your breath heavy and your eyes meeting his as he opened them.
“In your office? Who are you and what have you done with Agent Hotchner?” You panted, uncertainty and mischief battling in your mind, body and the tone of your voice.
Hotch only chuckled, raising a hand to your chin. “Behave and be quiet.” Was all he said back, before reattaching his lips to yours.
It was meant as a lighthearted joke you were sure, but the seemingly innocent combination of words did things to you that he could never imagine, setting every part of you on fire and drowning out all of the remaining uncertainty.
The kiss quickly intensified as it had the first time and this time you didn’t stop him when he moved his hands up your bare sides.
On the contrary, you helped him hurry it all along, moving your hands from the back of his neck to the front where you began working on his tie.
It came undone and found a spot on the floor and you wasted no time in moving on to the buttons of his shirt while he followed your lead and did the same to you.
Once your shirts were discarded as well, he broke away from the kiss and gave you a look you’d never found yourself at the receiving end of before.
“By my desk.” He told you simply, and the words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop them.
“Yes, sir.”
It wasn’t meant to be kinky in any way, the submissive address falling off your tongue naturally, but by no means did he seem opposed to it, his eyes darkening and his jaw clenching.
Exchanging no more words, you did as told and walked over to his desk while he walked around the room to close the blinds.
Everyone had gone home for the evening but in a place like this, you never knew when someone could show up out of the blue and you’d rather be safe than sorry.
While he did that, you undid the button of your pants and pulled them down, shaking them off your feet just as he finished with the windows and joined you by the desk, wasting no time in going in for your lips for the third time.
And you didn’t waste any time either, circling your arms back around his neck to pull him closer while he undid the buckle of his own belt.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He mumbled in question against your lips, his hands moving back to your waist and his movements temporarily halting.
You found it both amusing and adorable, the way he could be dominate one second and be the very person who started what you were doing in the first place, and then change back into his hesitant, careful self in a matter of minutes.
You didn’t say anything back, simply pressing your lips harder against his again and moving your hands down to the hem of his trousers to undo the button and zipper, and that’s the only answer he needed to take control once more.
His grip on your waist tightened and before you got the time to react, he effortlessly lifted you onto his desk, the sudden move causing a small sound of surprise to escape from your lips, being muffled against his.
He stepped in between your legs and didn’t waste any time, moving one of his hands to your stomach where he trailed his fingers down to the hem of your underwear, leaving a blaze of heat and goosebumps behind as he went.
He didn’t hesitate to dip his hand inside the thin fabric and you moaned, the new feeling being more exhilarating than words could explain.
You were already wet and hadn’t you been so impatient for him to take you right then and there, you would’ve been embarrassed because just like you were, he was a profiler. His job was to study human behavior and you knew that he knew just as well as you did that the only one who could have that effect on you was him.
And he wasn’t any different, his length rock hard in his boxers and throbbing with need just as you were.
He slowly pushed a finger inside you, followed by another, using his thumb to intensify your pleasure and need. He continued with this for only a moment, just to warm you up and stretch you out enough to be ready.
And when you were, he wasted no time in releasing himself from his boxers and lining himself up at your entrance.
He stopped himself for a moment, silently making sure you were still sure, and he got his answer when you wrapped your legs around him and pushed him in, to which he instantly responded by slowly beginning to meet your hips with his.
It started out slowly, your hands moving to his hair while his held a steady grip on your hips, your lips still joined together in continuous sloppy kisses. But he picked up his pace in no time, at which point you couldn’t hold the kiss any longer.
Instead, his face fell to the crook of your neck where you kept cradling the back of his head with one of your hands, holding on to his raven black hair while your other hand held your body upright on the desk.
The building was empty save the two of you but you still tried to make as little noise as you possibly could, your cautious side taking over like it almost always did and the creaking and banging noises from the desk being loud enough already.
You stayed in this position for a while, the only thing being heard being your merged breaths, the creaking of wood and the occasional moan leaving your mouths, but somewhere through the act, when you were both beginning to build up your climaxes, you switched positions so that you were bent forward over his desk.
His face was now positioned right by yours, his breath fanning your neck and his guttural groans and grunts being released right into your ear.
His thrusts were rough but his touches were everything but, his hands and fingers traveling your body with featherlight caresses and his lips pressing against your skin so gently it seemed as if he thought that you’d break if he added any more pressure.
You supported your weight with your forearms laid flat against the wooden surface in order to not fall face first into the wood and your entire face was pulled into an expression of pure bliss as his thumb rapidly rubbed tiny circles over and around the throbbing bundle of nerves while simultaneously rocking his hips into you.
Your moans were uncontrollable at this point as you felt the familiar knot build up in the pit of your stomach.
Soon enough, his thrusts began to get sloppy and unrhythmical, and after that it wasn’t long before you felt him release inside of you.
He rode out his high but continued, picking up his pace again for another few minutes before you finally followed his example and toppled over the edge, only then allowing your forehead to sink to the desk as you didn’t have the strength to hold yourself up anymore.
He continued thrusting into you until you came back down from your high, slowly pulling out only when he felt you relax in his arms and backing away, pulling his boxers back up.
You instantly grew colder without his body pressed tightly against yours and you pushed yourself up again as a shiver went down your spine.
Turning around, your eyes found his form instantly, watching as he reached to the other side of the desk for a box of tissues.
Sitting yourself down on the desk, you watched fondly with a small smile playing on your lips as he came back over to you and wordlessly began cleaning you up, wiping the tissue up your inner thigh with careful touches.
Once you were clean, the two of you separately began gathering your clothes and putting them back on.
Hotch was still over by his desk, dressed only at the lower part of his body while you stood by the door, watching him from afar while buttoning your shirt up where you had discarded it.
He fiddled with something at his desk, opening and closing drawers and making sure to throw the tissues in the bin at the floor, and you had just finished buttoning your shirt and picking up his from the floor when he approached you, your eyes meeting.
He took the light blue piece of clothing from your hand as you stretched it out for him and put it on, and you instinctively began buttoning it for him, something he didn’t protest against.
“Are you alright?” He carefully asked as he stared down at you, and you glanced up to meet his gaze.
“Was this just a casual, no strings attached, one-time thing?” You asked just as softly, and the way he stared down at you with an expression so stoic, you feared for a moment that he would leave your question unanswered like he had before.
But after a moment of silence, he shook his head and replied: “No.”, instantly causing a smile to rise to your lips.
“Then I’m feeling great.”
You moved your gaze back to your hands as you continued working on his buttons and he smiled lightly at the sight, admiring your gentle movements.
“I’m sorry, for turning you down the way I did. Not a day has gone by since you left that I haven’t regretted it.” He confessed quietly and you hummed, remaining silent until the last of the buttons was buttoned.
You looked back up at him only then, holding his gaze as you straightened his collar. “Well, I’m here now, and I’m giving you a second chance. So what are you going to do about it?”
The corner of his lips tugged, his eyes still watching you fondly as you began working on his tie. “Some of those restaurants the detective suggested are pretty good.” He hinted and you raised an eyebrow.
“So you were jealous? Listening in to all of our conversations?”
He had to fight back the smile at the sight of your complacency, shrugging his shoulders in a feign unbothered manner. “Maybe. A little bit.” He replied plainly, which only caused your smirk to widen.
“A little bit, he says, after just having taken me from behind against his desk.”
Your bold and blunt remark caused his eyes to widen slightly with surprise, a chuckle slipping past his lips.
“Funny.” He remarked.
“Aren’t I?” You grinned, gently slapping his chest as you finished restoring his tie to its former, crisp glory. “So, when should I expect my carriage?”
His chuckle died down into a sincere smile, and your heart thudded in your chest when he stepped closer to you and gently took your upper arms in his hands. “Friday, eight o’clock.” He said. “If you’re free.”
“Friday it is.” You agreed. “Don’t be late.”
You gave him a teasing look and moved your arms out of his grasp so that you could take his hands in yours, which he did nothing to stop.
“You have my word.” He smiled back, putting his dimple on full display.
You nodded your head in approval and began backing away toward the door, only letting go of his hands when they became too far away to reach and turning around to unlock and open the door.
“Hey.” His voice called from behind you before you could exit his office and before you could react, he had once again grabbed your hand and spun you around to face him.
You gave him a questioning look but before you could wonder aloud, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.
It was quick and more of a peck than a real kiss, but it left both of you smiling from ear to ear nonetheless.
“Good night.” He told you once you broke apart again.
“Night.” You softly replied, squeezing his hand and sharing one last glance before he let go of your hand and allowed you to leave.
You had to force yourself to keep your shit together until you were out of his line of sight, at which point your rapidly beating heart and dizzy head caught up with you, a breath you hadn’t known you were holding being released from your quivering lips.
Once you made it out of the building, you wasted no time in getting to your car and heading straight for your sister’s house, where the entire family was most likely sleeping seeing as they would be up and at it in less than five hours to catch their plane.
But you didn’t care about the hour of the night, and obviously, neither did JJ once she saw the look on your face, knowing what had happened before you’d even gotten the chance to open your mouth.
Will was less than pleased to be awoken by your rapid knocking in the middle of the night but he quickly retreated into the bedroom to fall back asleep once he made sure you weren’t an intruder, leaving you to yourselves.
JJ demanded to know everything, every little detail, and you obeyed, giving her every piece of information you had to give.
Once an hour had passed, you finally stood up to leave and JJ followed you to the front door, waving you off and keeping her composure until you were gone.
The second she could no longer see the headlights of your car, she hurried back into the house and dived straight for her phone.
Penelope was not the kind of person who appreciated being woken up from her slumber but much like JJ, she didn’t care in the slightest once she heard what her fine, furry friend had to say, loudly celebrating into the speaker much to the dismay of Kevin who was left grumbling in the background, that their ship had finally sailed.
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number 3 from the physical touch list (hiding face in neck) for remadora please :)) (no pressure)
Not me neglecting previous prompts/requests because this one the one I got motivation for.
Prompt from this list.
I used this to do my spin on the aftermath of the Battle of the Seven Potters, Cause I like anxious overprotective Remus🙃😗✌🏻( I also changed like. The entire dialogue from the original scenes because why not ). Think battle of seven potters but add a little ✨spice and drama✨. I went off on a total tangent on this tbh. As I do with every prompt it seems. Anyway. Hope you like it my dear anon.
Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks
Warnings: none
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She was late. Incredibly so. Her and Ron should have been one of the first pairs to arrive at The Burrow, he’d arranged for her to have one of the shortest routes. He’d not told her that of course but he was quite sure she’d known he’d gotten a little too tetchy and secretly spoken to Alastor. But he had a right to be over protective didn’t he? This was was his wife. The woman he had literally, and in every sense of the word, sworn his life to. Sworn his dying breath to protect her, care for her.
Yet he’d let her put herself in danger. He could have tried to persuade Alastor to let him and George go the same route as Dora and Ron, or at least in the similar direction. He knew he had to be focussed on the war effort, knew he had a duty to protect the children. But… he also had a duty to protect her. His wife. His Dora. And now for all he knew Bellatrix could have struck her down, her body lying lifeless in a field somewhere.
He wasn’t a particular calm man at the best of times, his stress had its own stress, but he had never felt worse than he did in that moment. He’d already practically attacked Harry, was in no way of any comfort to George and Molly. Or anyone else.
So he was waiting out of the way by the window, constantly looking up at the sky through the glass and waiting for her to materialise through the burrows guards, come skidding over and laugh at him for being anxious over nothing. But the sky remained clear of her vibrant hair and her joyful laugh. The stars practically mocking him as he waited.
“ she’s a tough one. She’ll be okay “ Kingsley had appeared at his side “ Bill and Fleur, Ron and Tonks. They’ll all be here soon. Stop fretting Remus “ Remus almost laughed at the sheer stupidity of telling him not to fret over her. As if he ever did anything else. He always worried for her safety, had done long before they had even become a couple. Waiting up for her to come home from late shifts at the ministry in the days she’d stay at Grimmauld, worrying about her when she’d turn up with a new bruise or gash from something. Marrying her had simply made him fret more.
He’d never felt so protective of anyone in his life, never thinking he ever would either. Yet here he was, constantly putting her first and wanting to do nothing but take care of her. She never left his mind, was his first priority forever and always. He didn’t even want to think about what he’d do if he ever lost her, if he ever failed to protect her.
“ Bill and Fleur were scheduled to arrive as one of the last. Dora and Ron should have been one of the first pairs here “ he said it slightly more harshly than intended and turned to apologise to his friend immediately after, but as he did there was the sound of something passing through the guards outside.
Remus charged outside, almost tripping over his own gangly limbs as he went. He froze to the spot in a mixture of shock and relief as Doras broom appeared in the sky, the bristles smoking and charred as she made an unsteady decent to the ground. She landed in a long skid,stumbling from the broom and directly into Remus’ arms. She practically fell into him and would have knocked him to the floor if he hadn’t been stiff as a board.
“ Remus “ she gasped, hugging him so tightly it took the air from his lungs. But he didn’t even care, he’d give his last breath if it meant dying with her there in his arms. Because she was alright. She was right. There “ was so worried about you. The death eaters and- fuck I know you’re really no good on a broom and you bloody hate flying at the best of times. Merlins balls I was so scared “ she rambled so fast Remus barely understood what she was saying to him.
His hand slipped into her hair in some attempt to hold her as close as he could, still trying to accept that she was really there. Safe. Alive. He had worried for nothing of course. He should have known. She was tough. So much tougher than he gave her credit for it seemed.
He gently pried her out of his grip slightly, needing to see her face just to make sure it really was her. That he wasn’t dreaming it.
“ where were you “ as had most of his words that evening, it came out a little harsh but she didn’t seem to care. She reached up to cup his face in a soothing manner that was the complete opposite of his previous words to her.
“ Bellatrix. Wants me dead just about as much as Voldy wants Harry. Missed our port key. But I’m fine. Ron’s fine. We’re fine. You’re fine? “ he could feel tears welling in his eyes and he felt a bit stupid, but he couldn’t help it. Words failed him and he simply just nodded and pulled her back into his arms “ fucking deatheaters “ she grumbled.
He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and letting it calm him. She smelt like the fresh air, her hair all wind tousled and the slightest hint of smoke. Probably from her charred broom. Her hand rubbed gentle circles into his back and it made him feel… small. Which was funny with how much smaller she actually was compared to him.
“ sweetheart… I’m fine “ she said softly, clearly reading his fear still evident on him “ Remus “
He lifted his head as her hand patted him lightly, but he couldn’t bare to part from her again just yet and his forehead dropped to hers.
“ I’m afraid I underestimated you once again, darling. I knew deep down you’d make it back to me, I’m getting far too old to be worrying like this “ he said with a hint of a smile.
“ oh don’t worry, you won’t get rid of me that easily. Take more than a few of old Voldys mental lackeys to take me out. You’re stuck with me now. Im going no where “ their faces were so close he could feel her cheeks shift as she smiled with her words. Her nose brushed against his before she pressed a kiss to his lips. He usually was rather strict on his avoidance of showing affection to his wife in front of well… anyone really. But he happily kissed her back, even if he did cut it off a little shorter than he truly wanted. Still wondering at the back of his mind if any of the order were secretly judging him. It’d never escape him no matter how hard he tried not to care about it.
As they pulled apart she then only seemed to notice that there was blood on his hands and his jacket. She took a step back, her hands suddenly searching for an injury.
" blood? Remus? " her hands were frantic as she yanked at his collar, pushed up his sleeves, searching for anywhere she could find an injury. He grabbed ahold of her hands and shook her slightly so that she would look at him, it was clearly her time to fret and not his.
" Dora. Dora relax. It's not mine. It's not my blood. George was hit.. don't worry he's alive. He's lost an ear but he's okay. So am I. Not my blood love, it's not mine " she couldn't seem to help herself then and dived for lips again, holding his face in her hands and kissing him harder than before. He still couldn’t help but be a little reluctant but kissed her back, his embarrassment of kissing her in front of others not mattering when they were both just thankful to be alive and with each other.
" I'm just so happy you're alive " she whispered when she pulled back, resting her forehead to his. He opened his mouth to say something else but suddenly she was yanked out of Remus' embrace and shoved away, her clumsy legs stumbling in the gravel and she fell quite ungraciously onto her ass with a grunt of pain. Remus immediately rushed to her side in confusion.
" what the fuck! " she shouted and Remus looked up to see that Kingsley had been the one to pull her away, his wand now pointed at her face.
" Kingsley! Lower your wand! " Remus immediately jumped to her defence, crouching beside her and placing a hand to her shoulder " Dora are you okay? Dora? "
" someone betrayed us we have to check everyone. You didn't even confirm her identity Lupin, she could have killed you. Look I didn’t mean to knock you down- we have to be certain you understand? "
" are you bloody mental?! " Dora yelled again, rubbing at her elbow that she’d clearly hurt on the way down.
" Kingsley... lower your wand she got Ron back safetly it's quite clearly- "
" we have to check " Kingsley said cutting off Molly, who had come outside with the commotion. Remus helped her back to her feet and then grabbed her hand, stepping in between her and kingsleys raised wand.
" lower. Your. wand. " his voice was commanding as he could muster, Kingsley was his friend. But Dora was his wife. And she came first. And he would put himself between her and a raised wand any and every time. No matter who was on the other end of it.
" Nymphadora Tonks gave me a present for my birthday last year. What was it?" Kingsley asked, ignoring Remus entirely, his wand still pointed at her as she was half hid behind Remus’ body.
" this is ridiculous! We're all turning on each other now? "
" answer the question " Kingsley ignored Remus again, which only made his blood boil more. He was already on edge that evening with the fear of losing his wife. This wasn’t helping to lower his stress levels.
" I know my own damned wife- "
" what was it! " Remus drew his own wand then at the increase in Kingsleys anger, pointing it in Kingsleys direction.
" Remus! "
" lower. Your wand. And step away from my wife " he demanded, not wanting to hurt Kingsley… but willing to if he had to.
" you don't even know if that is your wife"
" please! Stop the both of you! " Molly shouted.
" fucking hell " Dora said and held onto Remus hand harder, stepping better into view " I gave you a new set of quills because I charmed your last lot to throw them self out the window whenever you touched them. Happy? " Kingsley was quiet for a moment longer " now drop your wands. Both of you " Kingsley looked to Remus before finally lowering his wand. But Remus couldn’t. He felt betrayed almost, that someone he thought as a friend would do something like threaten the woman he loved.
Dora pressed gently on Remus' wrist to make him too lower his wand when he didn’t do it if his accord immediately " Remus. Lower your wand...Remus “
" this is exactly what Voldemort would want. To see us all turning on each other. We cannot let ourselves get paranoid like this " Remus said bitterly, wrapping an arm around his wife protectively and finally dropping his wand arm. He knew that Kingsley has been right to check in a way. He had needed to check. Though there were much better ways to go about it rather than pointing a wand at her head. To hold a wand to a witch or wizard was one of the most disrespectful things you could do.
" someone betrayed us "
" Dora and I are never out of each other's sight long enough for anyone to have made a switch or have her as their spy. And you know that. How dare you hold a wand to her head. How dare you " Remus was itching for an argument. And Dora could sense it, also so incredibly good at reading his emotions and thoughts before even he was.
" Remus " she said softly, lifting a hand to gently turn his face to look at her instead of glaring at Kingsley " Remus look at me " she ran her hand gently through his hair and he instantly seemed to relax. His own muscles losing tension without his consent at her touch. She had a knack at being one of the only people to get him to the calm down in almost an instant. Sirius and James had been the only other people he knew that could " relax. It's okay " she transported them into their own little bubble. As if the others were no longer in the burrow too and she kept him there, gently rubbing at his hand until his first unclenched and angry breaths returned to normal.
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