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yanxidarlings · 3 months

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hello !! I've been really interested in your "not slytherin" writing and i think i have reread it more than 20-ish times hahahah since it's really good and you're the reason why i am invested in all these fan characters (since i didnt see what their appeal was before reading your work).

and now speaking of it, I'm now thinking about a specific "what if?" scenario, and that is; what if the suffering the reader goes through becomes so much to the point it transforms them into an obscurial? they have pretty much oppressed all their emotions, all their negativity, for four years— and it broke them. and the angst would be so good for this. the reader would definitely be more than distrustful. they're afraid that since their name has already been burnt off their own family; they would soon be expelled or even worse taken into the ministry for how dangerous they are to the other students. and this would definitely up the yandere factor to another level. they're aware theyre at fault for most of the reader's suffering, and that a single trigger would cause them to burst but then they can't do a single fucking thing about it or else.

not a request, but it's something ive been thinking about for a long time now !! (I'm really new to the hp fandom and ur writing definitely made me want to read more into them so I'm glad i stumbled upon it suddenly ^^)

dude, broski, broskilenski, ur a wizard of some sort because HOW ELSE COULD YOU READ MY MIND

i was considering making the reader an obscurial (my favourite fanfiction trope by far) but hesitent incase it was too farfetched but I HAVE BEEN GIVEN A SIGN

was sitting on not slytherin aye p2 but this ask has given me the inspiration to write

so without further adieu, with compliments to the other not slytherin p2 ask

jaythes1mp asked:

Could you do a part two of your latest fic (at this time) — YANDERE SLYTHERIN BOYS: NOT SLYTHERIN, AYE?

Where all the sudden suffocating affection they’re showing him after years of tournament makes him leave Hogwarts because he’s so terrified. He knows they couldn’t have changed, since they’re still threatening anyone near him. But once news gets around to them that he’s leaving for good? How would they take the news? And if they learn that he’s been disowned from his family? Would that be a good or bad thing — because now they can’t arrange a marriage. And it would be harder to find him if he got out of their grasps.

Would they be forced to team up? Would they force him into an unbreakable vow or blood pact??

Please do my request, I’ll beg. Just ask, I will actually get on my knees and beg. 🙏🙏🙏🙏

i present

YANDERE SLYTHERIN BOYS: NOT SLYTHERIN, AYE? P2

“remember, you have to do anything to be slytherin, no matter what it takes” draco's words replayed in m/n's head. he'd replayed that sentance so much it had become distorted, is that even what he said m/n thought to himself, watching the train pass by.

under his eyes were bags the size of boulders, he hadn't slept in days. not since..

"excuse me, sir" a voice rung in his head. m/n shook his head, he wanted it all to go away, go away, go away- "mister, i'm gonna have to ask you for ID" somesort of internal wiring within him snapped "GO AWAY" m/n screamed, finally turning to face to the person- man.. muggle police officer, that had been addressing him.

the officer moved back, taking a strange device off his uniform and speaking into it "i'm gonna need back-up, barkley" whilst the man was engaged, m/n made a run for it.

"GET BACK HERE YOUNG MAN" the police officer bellowed, chasing after the teenage boy.

running through, down the subway and onto the train tracks, the officer gave up the pursuit. sooner or later the boy would be run over by an oncoming train in the tunnels.

after running for who knows how long, m/n finally slowed to a walking pace. then he stopped. the sound of a horn filled his ears, the pitch black tunnel illuminated by the vehicles headlights. i

it was getting closer

m/n looked around, there was nowhere to go in the narrow tunnel

closer

tears filled his eyes, but instead of sobbing he began laughing, only to break out into a fit of sobs and then revert back to laughter.

it was too close

suddenly a BANG was heard as the train came to a stop, the tunnel filled with black mist, which had somehow crushed the head of the train.

it was not natural, it was.. dark magic.

• it was on the front page of the daily prophet the next day 'OBSCURIAL SIGHTING IN SOUTH LONDON SUBWAY' obscurials were no common occurance, the last one was reported in the 1930's, new york.

• it wasn't a cured illness, no, the circumstances of it's development had simply become less common. children of all blood status' had access to education in order to facilitate their powers, and there were muggleborn programs across the world to ensure they did not develop one either.

• it had the ministry stumped. there were no leads on the obscurus, nor was a body found to sugget the outburst had caused the hosts death.

• albus dumbledore was no stranger to obscurials, he had lost so much to them, his sister, his nephew — but he knew well what power the host of one held. and the key role one could play in the coming war.

• which is why he had to find the obscurial before the ministry, or lord voldemort did.

"i am not here to hurt you, m/n" the headmaster called out, slowly approaching the young wizard, who's wand was drawn. "what spell do you plan to use, child?" the older man chimed, it was no secret m/n l/n was never the best with applied magic, like he was with potions or magical creatures

m/n's wand arm shook, "petrificus totalus" upon speaking the words, his wand shot out a spell, of which dumbledore blocked. hitting into the ground, the concrete began to degrade.

terrified, m/n dropped his wand, eyes glassy and wide "i didn't- i have to go" he stuttered out

"there are people who will hurt you, who will use you as a weapon" dumbledore moved closer to the boy who was now shaking "i can help, you can help, you don't have to be the monster the obscurus compels you to be" they were now face to face, or beard to cheek, as m/n couldn't break his eyes away from the concrete.

when the boy nodded, the headmaster took his arm, and a loud POP sounded through the air.

the next day, m/n attended breakfast as if he had not been missing for the past two weeks.

the headmaster had given him his own room under the guise of spacing issues, perhaps having an escape would make this year less hellish, or maybe spending too much time alone would exuberate his growing instability.

at least he could kill one of his tormenters without any witnesses now.

a couple people stared at him as he made his way to the great hall, lovegood had even greeted him. albeit she held the quibbler she had with her close to her chest.

"salazar!" he heard a familiar voice exclaim from behind him, arms wrapping around him "where have you been, l/n" he didn't like the way malfoy was looking at him, it was soft "i thought- i thought you had done something stup-"

m/n was quick to shove off malfoys embrace, rather roughly, before turning around to walk away.

he was pulled back, he now saw malfoys eyes were glassy, as if he was about to cry. what a baby, m/n thought, he wasn't listening to whatever bollocks was coming out malfoys mouth, instead he just glared "and i'm sorry if i was the reason-"

"malfoy, just go cry about this to the house elves, they get paid to care i don't"

and with that, m/n was off, ignoring zabini and nott who were staring at him as he shoved past.

• as the days went by, his tormentors wouldn't leave him alone, but they weren't doing what they always had, they were being nice. which scared him even more. perhaps because niceness was so foreign or because he knew it had to be a ploy for their next big trick.

• he wanted to be left alone by them but there was no way out. they held him in chokeholds they called hugs and suffocated him with what they called kisses.

• they sat with him in class and one of them was always partnered up with him, but they just wanted to sabotage his grades, and get him expelled.

• they were no longer hostile towards him but towards each other, whenever one caught him with another, they'd fight each other with wits or fists.

• they dragged him to their dorm every night and drew sticks to decide who he would be stuck with for the night. he never slept those nights, they were just waiting for him to fall asleep so they could do something horrible.

• but he rarely ever slept at all these days, which is what contributed to the paranoia that led him to leaving.

• the only reason he stayed was for headmaster dumbledore, who had been attempting to help him learn to control the obscurus, to no avail. when the headmaster was outcast by the ministry, there was no reason to stay and wait to get caught for what he was.

"do you understand your fault, mr l/n" the sickeningly sweet sound of umbridges voice filled his ears, it was more painful than the cuts inflicted on him by the quill he had been forced to write with.

blood was trickling down to the floor, the words that he had been made to write indecipherable, covered in the blood they had drawn. "i must not disrespect the high inquisitor" he uttered, teeth clenched.

"i don't think you understand, mr l/n, twenty more lines"

he remained still, staring at the blood on the carpet, then at the decorative plates embeded with cats, and then at umbridges face.

"i quit"

"pardon, mr l/n?"

m/n stood up out of his chair, dropping the quill on the floor "i'm leaving hogwarts" he threw his wand on the table he had been forced to maim himself at, before storming out of the room.

• the news soon reached the slytherins that their beloved m/n had left the school, leaving them bewildered.

• when draco tried to find the reader by having his father get in contact with the l/n's, it finally hit them that m/n had been disowned, rendering their previous efforts to keep him useless.

BLAISE ZABINI

• blaise is probably the most crushed. his entire plan involved arranging a marriage with the reader, which was now impossible. but what upsets him more is that m/n never even told him. five months and not one mention of being disowned.

• he's mad at the reader until he comes to know the reason for the reader being disowened - because of all he and the other slytherins had done to make it seem like he was a blood traitor.

• blaise hated himself for being a part of it all, but above all, he hated the other slytherins for starting it all. it was draco's fault they all started tormenting him, it was mattheos fault they took it to the extreme.

DRACO MALFOY

• draco had his suspicions from the moment m/n returned, his father had mentioned in passing about the l/n's and how dissapointed they were in their son. but it usually ended in lucius praising draco for being such a good son, so he had never paid it much mind.

• it was his fault, he knew it. he hated feeling powerless but that's what he felt as his father told him m/n hadn't gone back home. m/n didn't have a home. he could be out there all on his own, exposed to the dangers of the muggle world..

• his obsession only grew after m/n left hogwarts, every moment of every day he wondered where he was, if he was okay, if he was with anyone. if he was with anyone he'd end them.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

• enzo had been told by his parents a few months ago they were unable to arrange a marriage because m/n had been disowned. not that he told anyone else, let them think they have him whilst lorenzo makes m/n fall in love with him.

• except his every advance was met with rejection or hostility. and when m/n left for good he was devastated, how were they supposed to live out their love story now?

• lorenzo confronts the other slytherins when the news m/n had left reached them, which is what led to the realization that they were all sickly obsessed with the ravenclaw.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

• something had been strange about m/n the moment he returned, mattheo saw it in his eyes. whether it was what he had gone through the previous years still haunting him, or something else, mattheo tries to get m/n to talk to him, but he's.. mattheo, who once broke m/n's ribcage from beating him.

• it was impossible to foster any trust no matter what he did. he tries to talk about his own struggles, his cruel father and upbringing. he tries to treat m/n like a porcelain doll, but the walls never go down.

• hell hath no rage like a riddle scorned, mattheo would have killed umbridge if tom hadn't stopped him. but he wasn't done with just her, the l/n's were next on his path of rage, and there was little anyone could do to stop him from inflicting a painful death on them

THEODORE NOTT

• theo could barely handle m/n's reluctance to warm up to him, it took every bit of strength in him not to yell and force m/n into opening up, accepting his affection, but m/n not being there at all? theo goes off the rails.

• he fears the worst, what if.. m/n.. theo thinks to himself every moment he's not thinking about how to get him back. when draco tells him m/n was disowned, he broke down crying in the bathroom when he was alone later.

• the world was not safe for a young wizard with no wand or money. what if the dark lord went after him for being a blood traitor. theo went with mattheo to threaten umbridge, and figure out where m/n would have gone.

TOM RIDDLE

• tom could see all the pain m/n was going through when he used legilimency on him. he saw the abuse, the torment, the self hatred, and he knew what the reader had been through and become.

• he's furious that m/n's own parents would disown him, as if he was disposable. it reminded him too much of his own father. but he puts his emotions aside to focus on what really mattered, finding and keeping m/n.

• tom was the only one who had figured out m/n's condition, and used it to his advantage, telling his father that the reader was the obscurus the ministry had been looking for, making m/n voldemorts new target for capture.

tracking down an obscurial was not as simple as the dark lord had anticipated it to be, which is why he delegated the task to his eldest son who had first hand experience with the boy, m/n l/n.

coming to a stop as the sight of the boy filled tom vision, the young death eater watched as m/n stared down his reflection in the water. tom slowly came closer, wand at the ready, until his own reflection revealed his presence.

"you look horrible" the boy turned to face tom as he spoke "you here to kill me, riddle?" m/n sounded resigned, like he had already accepted it.

but that was not what tom was there for. "the dark lord wants you within his ranks" tom stated, avoiding m/n's dead gaze. "what the dark lord wants does not concern me" m/n took a step back, he was scared, tom could tell.

"are you going to make this difficult for me, m/n?" tom took a step closer, snaking an arm around the males waist.

before m/n had the chance to try and stab him in the eye with his own wand, tom stunned him, knocking him out, as lord voldemort came out of the shadows "well done, son" tom looked down at m/n's unconscious face as they apparated. you'll love me oneday.

• the readers condition certainly complicates things for the slytherins, it's no longer simply just subjugate him whether he likes it or not, the readers stability is the difference between life or death, freedom or azkaban for them.

• he becomes the dark lords puppet project, a weapon to use against the order of the phoenix and a tool to keep the future of the death eaters loyal.

• he never returns to hogwarts, tom made sure he was outted as the obscurial so that he'd never have anywhere to run, everywhere he could go he would be seen as a threat, a monster.

• an all-out war breaks out bewteen the slytherins once they have the reader in their grasp again. no one is willing to relent, m/n belongs to them. not the others, them.

• the slytherins would slowly come to the realisation there was no single 'winner', none of them could ever have a normal life with him now the dark lord was back and he had developed an obscurus.

• instead the focus would switch into keeping m/n safe, from voldemort, from himself, from the ministry, from everything.

TOM RIDDLE

• out of all of them, tom can handle m/n's obscurus the best. mostly because he's level headed enough not to set him off. sure he has some sadistic tendencies but at the cost of his own, and surrounding lives?

• tom's obsession was exuberated by the obscurus, it made his darling all the more appealing. to hold such power over someone so powerful is what drives him to sometimes provoke the obscurus, to see what potential m/n truly holds.

• sometimes he goes to far and gets someone or himself seriously injured. he wants to help his darling learn to control the obscurus, but it's hard to acheive when he himself also wants to control his darling.

THEODORE NOTT

• theo is frankly horrified when he finds out m/n had developed an obscurus. he had only ever heard stories about obscurials dying young, after an outburst they can't control.

• he wonders how long m/n had suffered with it for. in the back of his mind, he hopes it was before hogwarts, or else he truly was an absolute piece of shit, to help torment the one he loves most into such a despairful illness.

• theo spends the time he's not with his darling searching through the old pureblood libraries for even a hint of a cure. he wanted to be with his darling forever, but the oldest obscurial only ever lived until 23. theo won't stop until he can figure out how to get rid of the obscurus.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

• mattheo knows he's most likely the reason, above all the other slytherins, for the readers affliction. he was the one who chased him into dark hallways and used the torture curse, the one who said the nastiest things, the one who went the furthest with the torment.

• he wishes he could take all his darlings pain away. because one wrong word, one accidental touch, could send him over the edge. a world without his darling is what scares him the most, above everything fucked up in the wizarding world.

• so he treats m/n like a single bump would shatter him. it's difficult, mattheo isn't exactly the super soft type, but he tries, he knows if any of the slytherins caught m/n looking upset around him they'd end him.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

• enzo underestimates the readers condition, until he finally see's it for himself one day when snape had called m/n a freak, and he exploded. safe to say, it terrified enzo.

• he's under the impression that if he loves m/n enough, the obscurus will go away. deep down he knows it won't, but it helps him justify the heap of affection he doses his darling in. his heart breaks when he's pushed away and he knows pushing back could result in the worst.

• lorenzo is the readers number one caretaker. he always reminds them to eat and get sleep and not to stress about anything. he tries to treat them as normally as possible but it gets difficult when the obscurus mentality kicks in and m/n starts talking about killing them all.

DRACO MALFOY

• draco isn't quite sure how to approach his dear darling after finding out he's an obscurial. draco is overcome with guilt for the hand he had in it, and abominably frustrated he can't just force the reader into doing what he wants.

• when he becomes a death eater he begins to fear for his darlings safety, he hears what the dark lord says about his plans including m/n, and it scares him. there's no regard for m/n's safety or survival, the dark lords only goal is to set m/n off when he takes hogwarts for a quick and easy victory.

• draco tries to get closer to m/n by playing the dependent rich boy, who doesn't know how to do anything for himself. draco figures that if m/n starts to feel responsible for him, it'll be harder for him to leave or say no.

BLAISE ZABINI

• blaises mother told him to stay far away from m/n when she found out. if it were anyone else he would take her advice, but this was his darling, and he could never abandon him over a small imperfection.

• he's the easiest to be around among them all, he doesn't feel the need to always been touching or talking to the reader which is usually what sets him off.

• blaise tries to help m/n settle back into normal life (normal meaning non socially isolated endlessly tormented), but years of torment has taken it's toll in more ways than one. sometimes m/n will accuse blaise and the others of the strangest things, but they all have to take it in stride, or else risk an outburst.

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queenie-avenue · 4 months

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The smell of you drives him insane.

—> why was daniel carrying amortentia in his pocket?

⤻ inspired by @mngo-jii 's post about daniel with the love potion, love potion is not used on you, mutual pining, lovey-dovey, reader is gender neutral, reader is the mc of the game, and reader is charming (in line with the canon of the game), reader is referred to as [y/n], no content warning.

🦋 ⤻ archives.

For days, you had been wondering what in Merlin's beard was Daniel — Daniel Page, the oddball you liked so much — was doing with a potion of the strongest love potion there was, just sitting idly in his pocket. Where had he even learnt to brew such a strong potion? Or did he buy it.

If so, for what purpose.

You rolled around in your bed, rustling your sheets about as you tried to get your mind off the thoughts of Daniel and his love potion. Your rustling had seemed to even disturb Lottie as she groaned and told you to stop rustling about your bed.

"Sorry, Lottie. Just a bit restless is all," you apologised as you got up. You would hate to wake up Lottie or Ivy with your ceaseless thoughts of Daniel, and you couldn't help but flush at the thought of you struggling to stop thinking of Daniel.

God, I really need to stop, you thought.

Still, your curiosity burnt like Incendio. You groaned and finally decided to head to the common room for some reprieve. You were clearly keeping others awake with your brooding, even if they didn't know that it was about Daniel of all people.

"I'll go get some tea from the common room," you whispered to Lottie, informing her of where you'd go before heading outside and descending down the staircase.

Just from the corner of the staircase, you could already hear the bubbling coming from the common room.

"Hey Daniel," you greeted.

"Oh, hi [y/n]," Daniel yawned, as he looked lazily over you.

Was it just you or did his eyes linger a bit too long?

"You couldn't sleep?" Daniel inquired, eyes retreating back into his cauldron of whatever new potion he was brewing.

"Yeah, I kept tossing and turning but I didn't want to wake Ivy and Lottie up, so here I am!" You jokingly added jazz hands to your words.

Daniel seemed to appreciate the joke as he burst out in soft laughter. "Yeah, I couldn't fall asleep either." He continued as you decided to take a seat on the couch, watching Daniel on the opposite side as he continued to stir the cauldron. "You want a potion to help you sleep?" He offered, helpful as usual; even if he didn't like to admit it.

"No, no, it's fine." You shook your head. "I think I'll just watch you brew potions."

"Great, added pressure." He chuckled snarkily. "If you distract me and I ruin this potion, you're helping to clean up."

"Alright." You shrugged your soldiers. You were used to helping around with a lot of things, really. On your first day, you had already helped make a search team to try and find Ivy and well... the rest was history. Heck, even some strangers asked for help, and you couldn't reject them. You thought back to your muggle days and couldn't help but compare it to a video game.

This time, it was your turn to glance over at Daniel. You watched as he skillfully poured some concoction into his cauldron before stirring it. It was like your eyes were some kind of magnifying glass as you zoomed in all the smaller details of his face. His hair was matted to his forehead thanks to the sweat. You knew that the heat needed to brew certain potions was quite strong. You wished you had a handkerchief to pass to Daniel. Or better, to wipe his forehead off with.

Finally, your eyes wandered down to his cauldron, and the questions you kept asking in bed persisted. Just what was he doing with amortentia? Why did he have it? Was he planning to use it on someone? Why didn't he tell you? Why did you feel hurt by the idea the potion was not meant for you?

Just what were you doing with that amortentia in your pocket, Daniel?

His head suddenly snapped up to meet your gaze. Oops, did you say that aloud?

"What?" Daniel asked, his eyes widening into saucers, his cheeks heated up like someone had casted incendio on him.

Well, you came so far, might as well ask. "That day, when we were helping Hagrid, there was a bottle of Amortentia in your pocket." You said. "What were you doing with that? I didn't even know you could brew it! Isn't it a rather advanced potion?" You continued to question, causing Daniel's pale cheeks to continue turning a dark shade of red. You would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

"I- I didn't brew it." Said Daniel, attempting to focus on the smaller aspects of your interrogation. "I bought it from the Weasley's." He clarified. "I would like to brew Amortentia one day, though! I heard that it's a challenging thing." The boy continued, scratching the back of his neck.

He may think he's slick, but you catch on quite easily.

"Then why did you buy it?" You inquired again, goading him on. "You don't plan to use it on anyone, do you?" She gasped, feeling a bit disturbed by the prospect of Daniel dosing someone else. If that someone was you, though... perhaps you'd be more susceptible to that idea.

"No, no!" Daniel denied hurriedly. "I know better than to practically drug someone, bloody hell." He sighed.

"Then why?" You pressed.

"I just... I just like how it smells." Your eyes widened at the reveal. Of all the things you had conjured in your head, Daniel liking the smell of the potion was something you had not expected. Then you remembered.

"Doesn't Amortentia smell like what or who you're most attracted to?" You recalled. "I read it in one of those potion books you borrowed me."

"Well... yeah. I just, you know, like it."

A pregnant pause filled the room.

"So... what does yours smell like?" You asked.

Daniel seemed to not expect such a bold question as he almost fell off his chair. "I- that's a bit... I don't know! I just know it smells good!" He replied.

"Oh, come on, Daniel, you got me more curious than a cat!" You exclaimed.

"And curiosity killed the cat, just so you know." Daniel replied snarkily.

"Yet satisfaction brought it back to life so please!" You pleaded.

"No!"

"Please, Daniel! I won't ask for anything more!"

This went on for another few minutes until the boy finally caved in. You were honestly top charming for your own good, Daniel could not help but think.

"But I... It's embarrassing."

"Here, I'll smell the potion too so it's embarrassing for the both of us!" You offered with a grin.

How could Daniel refuse that smile? Also, how could he refuse knowing what you were attracted to. If possible, he would brew a potion or some type of perfume that would allow him to smell just like how your Amortentia did.

"Deal." He smirked as he brought out the small vial of Amortentia. He popped open the cap and passed it to you.

You took a whiff of it and immediately froze. There was the scent of your favorite type of candy and your favourite flowers alongside the smell of the pages of your favourite book but... there was also something else. Something... you hadn't exactly expected but also was not shocked by.

The scent of sweet burnt wood, lemon zest and oddly enough, the scent of Daniel's hands; smelling of various herbs he had picked up the other week.

You stared at the potion and took another whiff.

Blimey. You thought.

"Well?" Daniel had leaned in a bit closer after a while.

"Tell yours first." You demanded.

"Ugh... fine." Daniel groaned as his brown eyes fluttered close, focusing on the scent of the love potion. Taking advantage of this, you couldn't help but continue to stare at Daniel, at his auburn hair, his chapped lips that you just wanted to smother your chapstick with. Everything about him was as attractive to you as that scent in the potion.

"I smell... the herbology classroom... not that icky stuff but the nice herbs and all that Professor Longbottom helped us pick," he commented, and you couldn't help but grip your uniform in excitement and anticipation. "I smell smokey wood, kind of like my house and the smell of gold?" He said. Was that all?

Daniel had frozen too.

After a small pause, he carried on.

"I smell [favourite flowers], a bit of [favourite candies] and... and..." His cheeks blushed as his eyes widened, blushing red.

"And what, Daniel?"

"And nothing!" He exclaimed.

"I don't believe you." You shook your head. "Come on, we had a deal. You promised to tell me!"

"Then you tell me yours first! I gave you a sneak preview! I deserve that, at least!" You shook your head at Daniel's words, but if he decided to be coy, you had to be the one to be bold!

"I smell my favourite flowers, my favourite candy, and the pages of my favourite book." You said.

"And?" This time it was his turn to press.

"You." You replied. "I don't know how to describe it." You knew exactly how but you just wanted your words to sink in properly that the Amortentia smelled like Daniel Page himself, so he wouldn't misunderstand. Your cheeks burned as he gazed at you.

"Me?"

"Yeah, wood, lemon zest, and all the herbs you gathered last week with me." You replied, staring straight into his eyes.

Daniel stayed silent for a moment. "I smell... your bedsheets. And your hands." He continued, using a tamer version of what you had confessed to him.

"Nice." Was all you could say.

An awkward silence enveloped the two of you as Daniel looked down at his abandoned potion, which had been all but evaporated by now thanks to him not paying attention to the heat.

"Want to help me brew this essence of dittany?" He asked, all of a sudden.

"Yeah." You smile.

"Come here, then." He motioned for you to take a seat beside him and you obeyed, practically rushing to his side as you read out the instructions.

It was distracting, though, especially with Daniel sitting so close and his nose practically buried in your hair.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

"Should we wake them up?" Lottie asked, looking over at Ivy who was giggling like a toddler.

"No!" She said, perhaps too aggressively, considering that Lottie had stumbled back a bit. "Sorry. I think we should let them rest, it is the weekend, after all." Ivy smiled as she took Lottie's hands and hurriedly ran out the door of the common room.

Ivy ran back to them and quickly took a camera out, though. She just had to capture this picture to tease them about later.

Ivy properly left the common room with an image of Daniel and [y/n] on the couch of the common room; their heads lay against each other, mouths open and slightly drooling with their fingers interlaced.

#daniel page #daniel page x reader #hpma daniel #harry potter: magic awakened #hpma #hpma mc #hpma ivy #ivy warrington #hpma lottie #lottie turner #harry potter

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Hangman would have seen you and Rooster hugging tho. Jealousy, jealousy?

For those who haven’t been following along—This is just a really fun series I’ve been concepting. The Masterlist is here.

Oh for sure he did! And he wasn't going to not bring it up the second he had a chance to either. Jake Sersin had seen his wife in the arms of Bradley Bradshaw out the front of the Hard Deck. He’d seen a few seconds of what could only be described as a friendly encounter with an acquaintance. A nice acquaintance at that. But there was never any malice intention or underlying feelings. But what did Jake know? Only what he could see and what he saw was his wife in the arms of another man. Someone other than himself.

“You know I saw you and Hawk at the Hard Deck Bradshaw.” His muscles hurt but he’d never admit it. Up, down, up, down. Right on cue every time. “Care to explain why you’re all over my wife?” Rooster cast a shadow down over Hangman. His body eclipsed the sun that beamed down on his back. Smirking, Rooster couldn’t help but to chuckle. Did he smell jealousy? Perhaps.

“Picturing me thick as thieves with your ex-wife not sitting right with you Hangman?” Rooster teased as he watched Hangman doing his push ups after Maverick had got tone on him, Phoenix and Bob. Crouching down as he let his forearms rest on his thigh. “We were just having a chat, nothing more to it man.”

“What happened between you two anyway?” Bob, the Weapon Systems Officer is questioned between his staggered push ups. “Lieutenant Commander Seresin seems nice, don’t really know why she’d go for a guy as egotistical as you to begin with Bagman.”

“You’ll never be able to love me more than you love flying.” Scrambling around the house as you threw things into the open luggage bag. You’d been called for a last minute assignment. “You're reckless and careless, you act like you don’t have someone waiting for you to come home!” Jake had only just gotten home, his first air to air kill confirmed mere minutes after he’d set foot stateside. “I can’t take this anymore, I can’t breathe Jake! I can't—“ And it was safe to say you weren’t taking the news well at all.

“It’s my job! when you married me that was the deal! A package!” Jake Seresin was missing a vital point in your argument. He couldn’t understand why you were so upset. He was home, he was alive. But it was the thought of losing him to his own selfishness that had finally eaten away at you enough to break you.

“But it’s not just a job Hangman!” You never really used his call sign, so to hear you say it with such venom made his heart break. “It’s the way you do your job!! You fly like every last training session is your last! Every mission, every task is your last. Everyone says the same damn thing too! You don’t play well with others, you don’t fit on the goddamn team so why the hell should I expect them to risk their lives to save your sorry arse if something were to happen?”

“Y/n—baby.” It was hard to have a counter argument prepared when Jake didn’t think he’d done anything wrong to begin with. Trying to keep you from leaving, his hands on either side of your shoulders. “I’m here? I’m okay! What's the problem, love?”

“The problem Jake is that they wouldn’t!” Heavy, that’s what Jake would call the atmosphere around you. He’d remember the look of hopelessness in your eyes, the love that you had for him. Immense and fierce. You loved him so much it scared you to the point where you had to leave for your own sanity. “And suddenly it’ll just be me, and I’d rather it just be me on my own accord then for you to be taken away from me because you’ve burnt all your bridges to the point no one will want to save you!”

“We just needed some time apart, and haven't really found a way back yet.” Jake really did like to downplay what he unintentionally put you through. Simply because he wasn’t ready to stop being the best of the best. He knows that confirmed air to air kill was the final straw that broke you—he could have easily let it go, but he didn’t. Unnecessarily endangering himself for the thrill of the chase. “And she is a nice person—“ Huffing as he finished his push-ups, Jake groaned as he stood to his feet. Rooster doing the same, staring each other day. “Hug my wife like that again and I’ll break every goddamn bone in your body.”

“Ex wife—Hangman, she’s your ex wife.” Bradley snickered as he pushed his aviator sunglasses up the bridge of his nose with a wicked shit eating smirk. “Hawk can do whatever, and whoever she wants.” Without so much as a glint of hesitation Jake was shoving at Roosters chest. His nostrils flaring with every intent of beating to life out of Bradley Bradshaw for even insinuating such a concept. You were his fucking wife. His.

“Hey!! Hey—!” It was only when you had come out to ask Hondo when Pete would be finishing up that you saw the confrontation going down. Jogging over, you couldn't really move all that quickly with your dress shoes on. You preferred to wear your service uniform more often than not. The tan looked good and was rather comfortable all things considered. But as you raced towards where Jake and Bradley stood puffing their chest and flaring their nostrils like baboons? A small part of you wished you’d just taken Mavericks offer on a more comfortable flight suit. Some old baggy one from the back of his collection. “Hey! Knock it off!”

At the sound of your voice, the sweet sound of fire and grace, Jake's shoulders settled a little. His anger dissipated. Stepping back and away from rooster as you caught his attention, all of it. Approaching with a huff after running across the tarmac, you took a deep breath in, hands resting on your knees as you bent over dramatically. Heart rate higher then you would have liked it to have been.

“What the hell is going on? Huh?”

“Nothing Lieutenant Commander–” It wasn't hard to catch onto the tone Jake laced your title with. It had been the same way you had called him Lieutenant not a few hours prior. With a glare unmissable and a tight jaw clenched, you turned to Rooster who stood close by. Sending him a questioning look.

“Anything to add?” It wasn't something you took pleasure in, being authoritarian. You’d much rather just keep a low profile. But sometimes, pulling the rank card was the only thing you could do to get your point across, to remind people you were still a person to take seriously. “Lieutenant Bradshaw?”

“Not a word ma'am” Rooster played into it well, bouncing off Jake's ego a little too well. “We were just discussing independence, it seems as though some of us have forgotten that free will is a thing.” It did surprise you, not in the slightest bit. Of cause they were arguing over something stupid. It was always something stupid wasnt it.

“Rooster, why don't you take a walk.” You knew from your conversation with Hondo just minutes ago he was due to be up in the air in half an hour. “Cool off, clear your head or else Mav’s gonna send you packing.” You didn't give him a chance to respond as you turned on your heels, facing Hangman once again, eyes squinting as the sun beamed down, holding your hand up to shade your eyes. “Hangman–my office.”

“Yeah I think I’m good–” Shrugging you off Jake began to walk away, the group of stunned pilots, Phoenix, bob and Rooster all let their jaws slack a little at the confrontation unfolding. You may have been his ex wife but first and foremost in this moment you were his superior. To blatantly disrespect you like he did was unheard of behavior. Watching for a brief second as Jake pushed past you, his shoulder bumping into you as he did so.

“It wasn't a suggestion, Lieutenant!” Your voice strained as you raised it to something above what you were comfortable with. “My office, now!” Pausing his trajectory without so much as looking back, Jake changed the direction he was heading. Turning as he made his way to your office. Turning back to Rooster holding the bridge of your nose. “Don’t you have better things to be doing? I’m sure Lieutenant Kazanksy is around somewhere, go annoy her!”

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Slouched in one of the arm chairs by your desk, Jake watched as you stepped through the threshold of your office. Anger evident on your face as you stuck your tongue against your cheek. Seething. Slamming the door behind you without even flinching. It was needless to say it was very out of the ordinary for you to lose your cool like this, you would consider yourself to be a pretty easy going, level headed person. But when it came to all things Jake Seresin? Level headedness was always the first thing to go flying out the window.

“I'm sorry–”

“Cut the shit!” It stung like venom. Sitting on the edge of your desk as you ripped in. “You don't ever get to treat me with such disrespect, of all people who I thought would’ve been okay with taking a direct order, it would be you. Mr only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air to air kill.”

“I'm still getting used to the idea of you being a Commander, I slipped up, Ma’am.” Jake paused for a moment as his eyes trailed your body, biting his bottom lip gently as he pictures what might be hidden under your uniform. “I promise it won't happen again.”

“You know, I really do wonder what will be your last lie.” huffing softly in defeat you let your demeanor change. Dropping the attitude you hated having. You weren't an authoritative figure, you were simply just you. “But if you promise, I guess I'll just have to take your word won't I?” Nodding, Jake stood from his place in the chair near your desk, stepping closer as you pushed yourself a little further back on top of your desk. “What were you and Rooster really fighting about?” with your legs hanging over the side, Jake slipped in easily, one of your knees on either side of his left leg.

“You.” It came out with no hesitation as Jake let his hands linger along your hips.

“Me? I haven't done anything?” Realistically you hadn't. “How am I the problem here?”

“Please–I saw you and Bradshaw out the front of the Hard Deck.” Hangman wasn't willing to admit a lot of things, but there was one thing for sure. He was a very jealous man.

“You mean you saw me interacting with a friend, Jake you can't be serious.” Jake's grip on your hips got a little tighter as you dismissed his jealousy. Clenching his jaw as he looked at the ground. “You know we aren't together right? If I wanted to see other people I very well could.”

“Are you?” Jake finally met your gaze, his eyes just slightly glazed with what you could only describe as the beginning of tears. “Are you seeing anyone?” It was a heavier question than he ever thought it would be. To ask his wife, the love of his life if she was seeing someone new. Someone else besides him. “Because if you are, I'll respect it, just–just dont lie to me, that's all I ask.” His actions weren’t matching his words. Jake's hands slowly worked their way up your body, finding their home against your cheeks as he cupped your face in his hands. Softly, ever so gently caressing your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “I'll wanna beat the ever living shit out of whoever gets to call you theirs but i'll respect your decision.” it made you chuckle, you couldn't help it. Deciding to just come clean, with honesty and your heart on your sleeve. Pulling out your dog tags that hid under your uniform. Your wedding band looped around the silver ball chain.

“I'm not seeing anyone you idiot, but i'm not seeing you either.” Jake couldn't hold back his smirk, pressing his lips against yours as he held you close to him in the palms of his hands. Your lips soft against his as he deepening the kiss with every passing second. Tongues dancing like they'd done this on an endless loop before. You’d missed this. This feeling. The feeling of being loved. Being needed. But as always, it was forever fleeting. “Jake–”

“I know I know–” With his eyes closed and his forehead resting against yours, Jake Seresin for a moment had you in his grasp again. “Professionalism in the workplace.” Pulling away with a sigh, Jake let his hands drop to your knees. “But off the clock, dinner?”

“You asked me last night.” Reminding Jake as he stood in front of you, straddling your leg. His eyes widening at your attitude, placing a hand over his heart as if you'd shot him.

“You said no last night?” Yeah, you did do that didnt you? Oh well.

“Oh and you expect me to say yes now that you know i'm single?” It struck another raw nerve, but in the best way it possible could have as Jake kissed you once again. This time with more lust, with more passion. Harder and more fierce than before his teeth clashed against yours and his hand slightly wrapped around your throat. With just enough pressure to have your core paulse. Fuck.

“Your aren't single, you're married. To me! And I'm asking my wife to have dinner with me which is a very normal and socially acceptable thing to do.” You let him squirm for a moment, watching through hooded eyes as you decided if it would be a good idea or not to have dinner together. Deciding maybe throwing a dog a bone once in a while would be a good thing, what could possibly go wrong?

“Fine–”

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Five hours, twenty minutes and forty five seconds. That’s how long Jake Seresin had left before he’d be able to confidently stand at your door and pick you up for dinner. Although the Hard Deck was nothing special and would most likely be full of naval men and women all grabbing a bite to eat and a few drinks after a day's work. It was still special because it was with you.

“Sir, if I may?” You weren't the type of person to interrupt, you took orders accordingly and spoke when you were spoken to. “I have a concept I’d like to address—while we’re all here?” Waiting for a moment, you couldn’t help but to think Admiral Beau was about to reprimand you for interrupting the debrief. The mission parameters were so important for the pilots to understand, who the hell did you think you were interrupting.

“Make it quick—“ With his arms crossed, you let a small sigh of relief escape as you nodded softly. Handing Pete Mitchell your clipboard as you worked with the interactive map that lit up before the TopGun graduates.

Jake sat a little straighter in his chair, chewing his gum with a stare that saw directly into your soul. This was odd? You weren’t normally one to step out of line like this. You followed protocol to the fucking letter. Crossed all the T’s and dotted all the i’s. For you to interrupt during the middle of a debrief? Un fucking heard off.

“I’ve been up all night thinking this could be done better.” Your eyes were still bloodshot from all the ways you’d tried to go about this at different angle. Settling on the one you were about to present. “But, if this is the carrier and this is the airbase, and this is the target point.” Drawing a line from points A B and C with your index finger. “I propose we have the pilots fly directly from point A being the carrier to point C being the target.”

“We need the super hornets to fly over the airbase in order to disarm the enemy. Missiles will be dropped from a higher altitude—“

“What if we used something else to dismantle the enemy’s airfield, sir.”

“I’m assuming you already have an idea, Lieutenant Commander?” Maverick answered with a smirk, enjoying this just a little too much. Anyone who could twist Admiral Beaus' knickers in a knot was considered a friend. He liked you—for someone well reserved and on the quiet side you had balls.

“Tomahawks Sir, we can launch them directly from the carrier a minute or so after initial take off—giving the team the advantage of time.”

“I’m sorry—what did you say you actually do?” Fanboy didn’t mean for it to sound rude, he was just genuinely intrigued. “I think I missed the part where everyone was told what your role was.” Looking his way with a soft gaze, you tried your best to puff your chest a little. Knowing you were pretty good at your job.

“I’m an analyst—“

“A bloody good one at that.” Admiral Beau approached you from his seat at the back of the room, looking at your drawn up proposal on the interactive board. “Damn, this is—this is genius, a million dollar idea but still, genius.”

Jake couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You were brilliant in every sense of the word. For a meeting he’d forgotten just how intelligent you truly were, how you managed to make an incredibly hard job so easy. Staring as you softly swayed side to side, accepting the praise you received from your superiors. Melting inside when your eyes met his. The smile, beaming just for you, his heart beating with such love and admiration. Admiring you from his seat in the front.

“Damn— tomahawks huh?” Jake walked with you out towards the tarmac, his first run through with the new flight path set and ready for about twenty minutes' time. Bumping your hip, his way of flirting. Bumping him back—your way of flirting. “You really think that’ll work?”

“I think it’s the safest option, unnecessary diversion from what’s essentially a straight shot just doesn’t make sense to me—“ Pausing your explanation when you noticed Jake smirking to himself. “What?”

“Nothing nothing!” He chuckled. “I just, I could listen to you all day, honestly but—how about you tell me in full detail over dinner tonight.” Jake beamed as he started jogging away, turning to run backwards as he waited for you to reply. Rooster zipping past with his helmet in his hand. Catching up to where your ex husband, Hangman stood.

Feeling overly vulnerable. You hugged yourself gently. Watching as Jake sent you a wink.

“Dinner! I’ll pick you up at seven!” It made you swoon. Trying to hide your smile as you shouted after him.

“Deal.”

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Tags: @justanothermagicalsara @alexsisrebekah @stinkyjax @starkleila

#jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x y/n #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #top gun hangman #top gun maverick fanfiction

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fogwitchoftheevermore · 2 months

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@mcyt-aro-week days 1 and 2 because i missed yesterday.

prompts: unconventional relationships / trope subversion, loveless / AU (blaseball au)

(remaining post under the cut)

"God, at this rate I'm never saving anyone's life ever again," Gem sighs as she puts her phone on Do Not Disturb.

"What do you mean?" False asks.

They're at a coffee shop in Houston. The Sunbeams had just finished a series with the Spies and were going home that night, while the Mechanics started a series with them tomorrow. False had decided to arrive a day early so her and Gem could do this, and after the terrible games both of their teams had had, False was particularly thankful for it.

Generally, she was thankful for Gem. About two weeks prior, False had been pitching a game in the Hellmouth, and the umpire had gone rogue. It was the ump at home plate, and it had been making a beeline for her when Gem had come sprinting out of her dugout and pushed False out of the way with more force than she'd expected the woman to hold. Gem had then tackled the umpire to the ground, taking the flames herself until they burnt out and could be safely removed from the field. Gem had barely seemed phased after the fact, just shook the dust off her uniform and walked back to the dugout. It was about as terrifying as it was impressive, and when Gem hit the game winning run off her at her next at bat, False couldn't find it in herself to be anything but impressed.

"My twitter mentions are blowing up, I think some fan or paparazzi saw us here and assumed we were on a date." Gem rolls her eyes and takes a long sip of her tea.

False can't help the snicker that comes out at Gem's words, but Gem doesn't seem particularly amused. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yup, this happens to me all the time," Gem says. "Everyone's got this image of us Fire Eaters being like, knights in shining armor, so every time I save somebody's life I have to deal with the internet being literally unusable for a few weeks if I want to avoid speculation about my relationships. Oh, and that's all the press will want to talk to me about after my games."

"Oh," False says, taking a long sip of her tea. She doesn't make much of a habit of looking at social media, and she has suddenly never been more grateful. "And this happens every time?"

"Every time! It's like they're trying to dissuade us from actually doing it or something. I'm not gonna stop, but like, sometimes I really want to. Can't they just ask me about the actual game one of these days?"

False lets the table fall quiet for a moment. She's thinking. For her entire career, she'd been a notoriously private person, both in her personal life and to the public. She'd been working on the personal life part for a long time, at the behest of her therapist, and she likes to think she's made some improvements. As for the public sphere, well, they weren't entitled to know anything about her. But- False takes a look at Gem, who's eyes are quickly flitting around the shop, like she's keeping an eye out for any cameras or fans looking too long in their direction. Maybe just this one thing...

"I think I might have an idea."

#empires smp #falsesymmetry #geminitay #mcyt blaseball au #mcyt aro week #id in alt #i put far too much work into these fake tweets for no real reason #but theyre funny to me so #i was originally gonna tell the whole story in tweets with it culminating in someone seeing false at pride w/ an aro ace flag cape #but then i got. lazy #if you see any mistakes in these tweets NO YOU DONT i am not fixing them

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 10 months

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baking contest w/ the avengers!!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1k

request: yes / no

original request: OMG CAN U PLS DO THE AVENGERS IF THEY HAD LIKE A COOKING OR BAKING CONTEST?

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: reader, scott lang, nick fury, clint barton, harley keener, peter parker, miles morales, tony stark, pietro maximoff etc

a/n: HECK YEAH I CAN!!!! i loved this idea sm i was so excited to get this request :D i'm getting back into writing so sorry if it's a lil bad lol. also guys i'm gonna open requests again so feel free to submit!! i have a lot of muse for spiderverse stuff atm hehe so i may post again today!! tysm, hope u enjoy!!!

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so there’s this thing that the avengers do

in order to do team bonding

they’ll assign partners in the beginning of the year

& each month, a new set of partners will choose something to do

and it’s always super fun

like that’s how u ended up at the trampoline park last month

& how scott ended up with a broken arm rip king

so this month had to be something a little less dangerous

kinda funny when u think about it like it’s literally the avengers they’re in dangerous situations all the time

and while you wanted to do something different, certain ~forces~ kept preventing that

like y’all were watching a movie a couple weeks ago

and fury came on the screen

how he could hack into it idk hes nick fury dude he can do anything

but he just looked at the camera and said “no more dumbass trampoline parks”

HAH

so yeah it had to be something tame

anyway so this month was you and scott!!!!

best duo ever!!!!!!

so you had to plan what to do

& scott refused to go skydiving bc that was your first choice

smh scott it would be so fun!!!!

his arm was still broken & he said that was why he wouldn’t go but like…. scott we know ur a scaredy-cat

anyway you were trying to decide when suddenly he was like

“y/n!!!! i totally forgot! the great british baking show just premiered and i promised clint we could watch it together!”

and that gave you an idea

scott LOVED it

but y’all needed a couple things before

first of all, u needed baking supplies

when i say baking supplies i mean BAKING SUPPLIES

there’s like a thousand avengers at this point bruh :’)

scott almost got one of those instacart orders for it but u hated the thought of an instacart person getting ur crazy order

so it was store time :D

let’s just say tony’s credit card was used very well that day 😛

then it was time to pick teams

not everyone had to participate

wanda said she wanted in

so pietro joined too which was slightly concerning

the man literally burnt a bowl of cereal once

and ur probably thinking “how—”

EXACTLY

only you and harley saw it and honestly it rendered u both speechless

tony joined too

but you and scott made sure he knew that there could be NO robots

vision asked to be a judge

scott said “vis, we really appreciate that but… uh… don’t you like not eat?”

“ah! you are correct, scott. i do not consume food in the traditional way. however, given my vast knowledge & global database, i do believe that i would be a very good judge of presentation and overall ingredient chemistry.”

“alright, you do that buddy!”

also off topic but why do i just know that tony would give vision the nickname “chat gpt”

sorry i had to get that out ANYWAYY

you got a few more people to participate

sam and bucky wanted to be a team, and harley peter & miles wanted to be a team too

yknow what that was fine by you

so the day came.

you had turned one of the empty conference rooms into a crazy kitchen setup

thx party city for the confetti & balloons!!! ;)

in came your loyal hosts, scott & clint

(clint begged you and scott to let him host, he kept using a british accent until you said yes & just trust me it was good that he finally stopped)

you, natasha, and vision were the taste & presentation judges

you surveyed scott’s & your work, pretty proud of how it turned out

“ALRIGHTY THEN, READY, SET, OFF THE BLIMEY!!”

vision shot you a quizzical look, but you just shook your head.

scott & clint rly were a…. hosting duo

yep, the most… hosting duo of all time

the hostiest hosters to ever host

omg the funniest thing was that they kept eating the cookie dough from harley peter & miles’ station

they literally had to push them away

peter & miles webbed their hands shut HAHA

everyone else seemed to be doing pretty well though

aside from their usual arguing, bucky & sam seemed to actually be making something good

wanda was perfect as per usual

and pietro was zipping around the kitchen, causing tony’s flour to rise up in his face

steve came over, blowing a whistle and pointed at pietro

you and scott had enlisted him to be the referee

yes, cooking shows don’t normally have referees, but think abt the ppl we’re dealing with here 😀

anyways finally time was up!!!

but you and scott still had a trick up your sleeves.

“and now presenting our special guest judge… GIVE IT UP FOR NICK FURY!!”

yes that’s right, he had said yes to this

after you promised to finish a mission report for him

and bought him some new eyepatches

which was why he was wearing a navy blue one complete with rhinestones

pietro was up first, and he placed four slices of chocolate cake in front of all the judges.

“i gotta say p, this actually looks really good!” you spoke, and he beamed.

natasha didn’t look so sure

“as y/n says, it does look alright on the outside. however, it does seem like there’s some sort of… strange ingredient in the chemical makeup… i am going to analyze for a moment.” said vision

“aw, let’s just eat the damn thing already!” fury spoke, and so you all did.

“mm, it’s good!!�� you said, and natasha nodded in agreement.

but did not have the same reaction.

he had stopped chewing, and his eye had narrowed. he was giving pietro a death stare.

“uhm… fury? what is … jolly wrong with you?” scott asked, his british accent wavering.

“yeah… guv’nr?” said clint.

“who the hell puts hot sauce in a damn chocolate cake. you better start runnin’ maximoff, because i’m comin’ for you!!” fury spoke, getting progressively louder.

“that one was supposed to be for y/n- i mean vision! yeah! oops. um…” pietro spoke, before disappearing from the room in a quick streak.

after that, fury left.

and that's why now cooking/baking competitions are banned on the premises of SHIELD!!

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#mcu headcanons #marvel headcanons #marvel #mcu #mae's requests #avengers headcanons #bucky barnes #sam wilson #steve rogers #tony stark #pietro maximoff #scott lang #clint barton #nick fury

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yuu-kumeii · 10 months

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Heeello, hru?

i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, NO TIME SKIP, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)

(Reader is clingy and doesn’t want to vent, but at the end she let it all out)

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, crying

Omg hi anon❗❗❗ I'm doing fine when I got this, but now I'm like a deflated grammar balloon 😭😭😭

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH YOUR REQUEST I SWEAR I WAS THINKING ABT IT THE WHOLE TIME AFTER I GOT IT, I just didn't get the motivation at that time so I waited for inspiration to strike. But then inspiration hit me too hard and this ended up going waaaay off track ⚰️ PLUS I wrote the middle part during a campus tour and boy am I glad to have friends who are willing to be my beta readers bc past Yuu was NOT having a good time there 🥹. So sorry again in advance if this isn't exactly what you were expecting 🙏

Btw, your all caps red NO TIMESKIP is kinda funny to me bc it's like telling me to REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A PRE TIMESKIP THING NOT POST since I'm someone who mainly writes for post timeskip 💀 ntm how you probably had your own timeskip waiting for this thing 🧍‍♀️but anyways I hope you still enjoy this monster of a drabble fic hybrid 🫶

Also heads up, it's an established relationship, yeah sorry I didn't know if you would be ok with that but uh yeah sorry 😭

Word count : 3.5k (How did I get here)

There wasn't any indication as to why you started to feel the way you do, maybe you were tired. It could be from stress, school work has been piling up so it wasn't a stretch to say that you might've been feeling a little burnt out. But deep down, you know exactly why. You're just too embarrassed to say it out loud, because what kind of person would you be to think that your friends were that shallow? A bad manager and an even more awful friend, that's what.

Everyone has been asking about you, concerned for your lack of response as of late. You barely look up from your notebook, something about a 'full proof strategy for their next game'. One so full proof it apparently doesn't need any input from the team or Kiyoko...or the coach... It's obvious you're trying to avoid them without being absent. Which makes it even more strange, usually you'd want to get away from the people you're avoiding. So why aren't you?

"Oh no, [Y/N] lookout!" A voice suddenly calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts just as you see a ball coming straight for you.

Before you could react, someone beat it to you, "I got it!" A hand reaches out and blocks the ball, you don't register who it is until—

"Nice save, Yacchan!"

Of course.

Yachi was the one who saved your face from getting pummeled while you sat there with your head in the clouds. All the more reason the team should just— just—

Just kick you off the team.

Ah.

There it is.

That's what's been on your mind. Why it was so hard for you to actually avoid them, you were scared to be pushed aside while trying to encourage them to do so. Thinking you were being good at your job, only to see someone new do it better.

You feel like you've been lacking as a manager, despite being in the club for longer. It felt like the newcomer, Yachi, was doing a lot better in the short time she's here. You know it was unwarranted, she's been nothing but helpful. Picking up all the little things you and Kiyoko taught her. The team also welcomed her with open arms, as did you.

It was a gradual realization on your end, with 3 managers on standby, it's easy to lose track of who does what job. But more and more it felt like you've been doing the least out of the 3 of you. It really affected you, even without you knowing.

You start to forget routines, things like after school clean up duty, homework, even going as far as to forget planned hangouts. It felt like all you wanted to do was finish the day as quickly as possible, you don't even get up from your seat much anymore. Your indifference in class is mostly likely why no one tried approaching you for stuff, which makes sense, you probably look unapproachable anyway.

Well, almost unapproachable. If it weren't for Tsukishima, who chose to come up to you on days you fully ignore the team.

"What's up with you?" His words were short and lacked any poise, fitting for the only first year keen on riling up opponents and allies alike.

"...Nothing is, I'm fine" Much like Tsuki, your words were curt. Hoping that the less you answer, the more he's inclined to leave you alone.

Giving you an unconvinced look paired with an equally unconvinced once over, he shrugs and turns to leave you be.

"Suit yourself"

That hurts more than anything your own mind can throw at you, because all it does is convince you further that they're better off without you. All you've been doing is feeling bad about yourself, starting to forget everything important in favor of ignoring the problem.

But strangely enough, even when you forget, nothing seems to have any big consequences. When you realize you forgot about cleanup duty, your class partner just shrugs, saying your friend stayed behind and helped them instead. You think that it could've been Yamaguchi, he sometimes helps with cleaning duty when someone's partner goes home early.

It makes you feel worse about your moping, inconveniencing not one but two people. All because you can't convince yourself that just because Yachi is doing a lot better than you, it doesn't mean you're useless.

Right?

Not to mention the heartwarming messages from your friends when you don't show up to a hangout, they seem so understanding in spite of how you don't even tell them anything. The messages telling you to "Take care of yourself" and "Work things out at your own pace" could honestly make you cry.

Even the team tries their best to cheer you up, or at least to get your attention. You can't lie and say you don't see Hinata trying to get the other first years to pull some cool volleyball stunt he saw once, hoping that you'll congratulate them. It's hard to ignore it, especially when you can just feel his occasional stare, trying to get a reaction from you. But, as much as you want to cheer them on, you just can't do that. And yet, they're still so understanding. Trying to raise your spirit, Yachi even tried to start a conversation with you by asking for help on different managerial duties. But to no avail, all you do is point her in the right direction before going back to your place in the stands. Her efforts weren't in vain, but not enough to really get to you.

But it doesn't add up, how would they know you're going through a tough time? Are you really that obvious? You probably are. Either way, it's sweet of them to still think about you even when you're basically ditching them.

What does make sense to you is the homework, which you still end up submitting on time. All thanks to, you guessed it, Tsukishima. He just started reminding you about homework due in 2 days, complete with the pages and formulas needed. A smart comment about your recent forgetfulness is always attached to the message, something to remind you that it's from Tsuki of all people.

Someone you got to know through Yamaguchi, a mutual friend of yours, and if that's not enough, then being on the same team definitely is. As a manager on said team, you were always there for whatever sarcastic quip he had at the ready. Complete with every short joke ever made and that snide smile of his almost everyday. Needless to say, it didn't take long for a friendship to bloom. No longer hanging out only when Yams was around, you both built a routine for when you have each other. Yet you were always one to break routine for something new, a habit the tall beanpole never fails to challenge.

"Why do I have to come with you? You can just go alone" He says, not too keen on the idea of skipping your usual bakery visit for a cafe.

"Because I don't want to go alone and you're the only free one" You were always so sure he'd come with you anyway, to the point where you don't even try to convince him anymore.

He did end up going with you in the end, even if he did have his complaints here and there. But overall, it was one of the few times you can visibly see him having a good time. You chose a cafe themed around the stars and space in general, which you knew Tsuki liked quite a bit. Sure it would've been better to go to a dinosaur themed cafe, but the ones you know about are all the way in Tokyo and Fukui. Nevertheless, that space cafe visit was definitely a core memory in both your and Tsukishima's friendship, no matter how much that salt shaker wanted to deny it.

Though you did promise that one day, both of you would go together.

As friends, cause that's what you are, right?

Wait, actually do you even remember what happened after the space cafe? Wasn't it really important?

It feels like you know exactly what it is, it's a *fact* that you remember what it is. But much like everything else around you, it as well, whether you mean to or not, is pushed to the back of your head. Your thoughts start to discourage your resolve in this self-driven solitude of yours, built upon claims with no support. But why would the evidence matter if the claim itself is enough to make you believe?

It really felt like you were going to keep up this ruse forever, nothing really served as a consequence to you. The only thing keeping you in this state were the small glimpses of the team above your notebook, always up to some dumb fun. Something you always looked forward to in spite of the grueling practice ahead of them, well it was something you looked forward to.

Your eyes catch onto the other first years happily chatting with each other, except for Tsuki who preferred to stand on the sidelines, only chiming in to add a sprinkle of sarcasm into the conversation. That seems fun, you knew it was. As you watch everyone laugh at something Yachi says, something in you starts coiling around your heart.

You're suddenly aware of every breath you take, your thoughts start to repeat 'breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'

Your surroundings start to feel heavy, like you were tethered to your place. The sound of your own breathing feels louder than the voices in the gym. So focused on your empty notebook that everything else blurs at the edges of your vision.

It wasn't until you caught golden-brown eyes staring at you from across the court, genuine concern masked under a nonchalant gleam. You hold his gaze for longer than you'd like, unsure if there's anything else hidden under the bespectacled stare.

Tsuki only tilts his head in the direction of the other first years, probably telling you to come with them. You can only refuse, solemnly shaking your head. They can't possibly want you there with them, not after ignoring them for the better part of a week. It wouldn't be right to just butt in like that.

He probably knows that you're still not giving in, because it looked like he let out a sigh before walking towards them. Not before one last stare down with you, his gaze asking if you're sure about your decision. You can only hesitantly nod, you're not sure, you don't want to pick this decision, but you've convinced yourself that you're backed into a corner.

A corner you made up.

Well, no use in thinking about it now.

"Oi [Y/N], I'm gonna lock up the gym now! Better get going" Oh coach Ukai, you forgot he was still here. Taking your notebook and pen into your arms, you nod at the coach before heading towards the exit. Body slightly hunched over when you pass him, unable to look at him in the eye.

"Whatever it is you're going through, you know they got your back, right kiddo?" Ukai suddenly says, right before you leave. It makes you stand in your place for a while, thinking. You know they do, it just doesn't feel right to, especially when you didn't give them a valid reason for your distance.

"Y-yeah…Thanks, coach" You mumble, fully facing away from him. Turning to leave, when you catch a glimpse of the orange sky outside. Realizing how late it got, you break into a sprint back to your classroom.

Through the now empty halls, doused in ombre. No other soul in sight, leaving the sounds of your footsteps to be heard. The sky is beautiful today…wouldn't it be fun to experience it together?

Your pace slows right in front of your classroom, 1-4 written on a sign next to the door. Putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath from all the running, you stop to admire the light that passes through your classroom door.

And that's when you heard it, the faint scratching of a chalkboard being erased, you'd know that sound anywhere. It's soft, you could barely hear it over your own breaths, who could be cleaning it at this time? You know your partner didn't come to school today, they were sick. You yourself forgot, so why would anyone be there?

Slowly peeking through the door frame, you see a lone figure standing by the chalkboard. Short blond hair, a lean figure, headphones over his neck, the wire hanging loose. It's him, the one you felt the most guilt for. You watch him for a while, lazily swiping the eraser across the chalkboard.

So that's who your cleanup partner was talking about.

It wasn't Yamaguchi…

It was Tsuki.

He's been the one filing in for you, the one picking up after you. The one who kept pushing you to just talk to the team from a distance, he was looking out for you. The one that's been trying to reach out in his own way, you feel so stupid. Running away while your…

Your…

Your...

Own boyfriend looks out for you even when you unfairly pushed him away.

Your eyes glaze over and your breathing interchanges between short huffs and long shaky sighs. Feeling like you owe so much to him, keeping you afloat in an ocean of your own solitude. Step by step, you make your way over. Speeding up the closer you got.

Reaching him, you immediately press your face into his back. Arms wrapping around his waist, grabbing at the fabric of his school uniform to keep yourself in place. You can feel him tense, before slowly relaxing and going back to his cleaning. The guilt eating up at you even more, you clench your fists around his uniform, trembling in your place. Your lip trembles slightly, making your words sound even more pathetic than they already are.

"I'm…I-I'm so-so-...so-sor—ry—!" You sob, voice breaking off the same way you are. No words could express the mix of relief and remorse you feel, relief to be able to express your true feelings and remorse for your actions that didn't. Your eyes fill with tears that linger at their edge, waiting for a push to get them down.

"You better be, do you know how much they miss you? Those idiots won't stop asking me about you" Kei's words striking right through your heart, the coil no longer tight. Your tears finally fall as your cries get louder. You press your face further into your boyfriend's back for comfort, letting out all the pent up feelings you've harbored the past week.

"I…I just f-felt like—like I wa-was u-useless!" You whimper, sobs reduced to short intakes of air between big breaths.

"Idiot…" Turning to face you fully, Kei's hand settles itself on the top of your head, sliding down to the back. Pushing you further into an embrace of his own, refusing to look at you. One hand on the back of your head, the other fiddling with his headphone wires.

All that you've done, the distance you tried to make, it all came tumbling down. All at once. It was never supposed to take hold of you the way it did, so all you needed was something to justify ending it. Kei, is that something.

"It's just tha-that—Yachi is such-such a good mana–ger…be-better than me…" The words flow out before you could stop them, a confession to your actions. Hearing it out loud, you truly realize how weak your reasons are. It just shows how little it took to have you questioning your worth as a member of the team, laid out in front of the both of you.　

"..." His silence causes you to meekly look up at him, afraid of what he might think. Kei was always good at keeping a neutral face, never making it easy for you to know what he's thinking.

"I don't want to stop being your guys' manager…" You lower your head, voice a whisper, lip still quivering slightly.

"Then don't, no one's telling you to quit"

Huh.

"But—" You quickly look back up at him.

"But nothing, Yachi's great and all but when will we ever get another clutz like you who pays for my drink?" He has a smug look on his face after saying that, eyes filled with nothing but mischief.

You say nothing, words stuck in your throat. Still staring at his stupid smile, he's probably so proud of himself for that. But, you knew he said that to cheer you up. Something to keep you out of your own head, and it's working.

"Way to ruin the moment…" You mumble, "Could've been a bit more dramatic" A soft smile takes over your expression, already feeling much more relieved than before.

"You can do that by yourself," Kei retorts, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"But you'd still do it with me" Your smile grows, eyes filled with adoration for the pretty face in front of you. After being alone for the better part of a week, it was nice to finally talk again. Even if you had so much making up to do, to everyone in the team, maybe you could start with the one who still held you close.

"Oh? You sound so sure of yourself for someone who's been running away from me" Eyebrow raised in faux skepticism, waiting for your answer.

"I promise I'll make it up to you first" You tell him, before burying your face back into his front, basking in his familiar scent and warmth where you feel most at ease.

"You better"

And you will. To all of them.

Walking home from school during sunset is a special kind of rare to you, barely anyone on the streets. Your newfound goal for the following week, circling in your mind. Beside you was Kei, matching your pace with long strides contrasting your own smaller steps.

"Kei…Do you want to stop by Paprika heaven?" You suddenly ask.

"Paprika heaven? Really?" Kei is not convinced you're being serious, you can practically sense that raised brow.

"It's a cafe! I know the name isn't the sweetest sounding but trust me on this!" You insist, letting out an exasperated huff.

"Shouldn't it be closed?" He questions further, still doubtful.

"It closes at 9, I checked" You proudly exclaim, crossing your arms with a content look on your face.

Kei rolls his eyes at your antics, "Alright, I yield" he raises his hands in surrender, yet a smirk still makes its way onto his face, "But you're paying"

You freeze, realizing that he's right. You are going to pay for it, with your own money. Immediately, your figure deflates dramatically. Slouching forward with an exaggerated groan.

"Right…" Your wallet will never forgive you. But not because Paprika Heaven was too expensive, a piece of your soul just dies whenever you take out a remotely large amount of money from your wallet.

This apparently amuses your boyfriend because he starts laughing, so much so that his shoulders move in time with each laugh. He turns to look at your stunned figure, which only entertains him more. Hearing his mocking laughter, it shakes you out of your stupor. Irritation starts to take hold of you, wanting him to stop laughing at your obvious misery.

"Wha—?! Stop laughing!" Your fists make contact with your boyfriend's chest, repeatedly hitting him to get him to shut.

"I'm serious! I might become poor after this!"

"That's your own fault" In between laughs, Kei is still able to call you out. Seriously, can't he take this seriously?

After a while he calms down, wiping a single tear from his eye. You also calm down, arms tired from the repeated attacks on your boyfriend. Leaning your forehead on his chest to rest, eyes closing on their own from the change in atmosphere. Kei only stands proud, hands in his pockets and a grin spread across his face in content.

Comfortable silence wash over you, the sun still peeking just beyond the horizon, lighting up the road just enough for you to see the way ahead. It's way too late for a bunch of high school students to be out, let alone ones who plan on staying out. But that doesn't matter, you can take the worried lectures from your parents later. Right now, you want to make up for lost time.

"Kei—," You raise your head to face him, taking a deep breath,

"Thank you" A closed eyed smile appears on your face, "For still putting up with me"

"...Whatever" He looks away from you, eyes gazing over the road in front of you.

But no matter how much he tries to hide it,

You can still see that small genuine smile on his face.

#「★ It's showtime! ★」#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu hurt/comfort #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima fluff #I DID IT #I'M DONE IT'S COMPLETE #Pls I'm so bad at anything angsty that this is just barely hurt and more comfort lmao #But still I'm so AKAJDHAJAHFNA #My first request and I took like 3 weeks to finish it AND it's probably way off track to what it's supposed to be #This could've been a nice short drabble but NO it turned to this #CURSE MY SLEEPY BRAIN IDEAS #But anyway wouldn't it be so cool if I just wrote short hcs for the time being 🫶#I'm going in drabble break after this ⚰️

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Del!!! Happy early birthday!

I'm going to go with DogSled Mail, specifically for "Blame Me". I am obsessed with Rhett and his Queen in that. I think about how they met, how she earned his trust, how they're doing. So I will take anything about them ♥️

Oh wow, I haven't thought about Blame Me for so long 😭 this got out of hand so damn quickly. Join my Birthday Bouquet Event! 💐

It's impossible not to daydream about the memories residing in this cobblestone street's crevices. In the dark of the night, they appear like ghosts, like little pieces of frozen time. Harmless until you venture too close.

The first of them hit you as hard as that old wagon had. A stray wooden wheel catching the back of your ankle, appearing so suddenly that you had no time to react before the impact thrust your forward and rolling over your foot entirely. Dried corn shook from one of the feed bags it had hauled, raining over the top of your head like tiny rocks—an insult to injury.

If the farmer had noticed he ran you over, you're certain he would have laughed.

Or maybe he did notice. You're still not sure. All you know is that one moment, you were on the ground. The next, unfamiliar arms were hoisting you up from the dirt, hauling you from the path of a second team of horses, pulling an even larger cart of produce. Your feet fumbled hopelessly across the ground, struggling to gain traction as you were practically drug across the market.

"Y' alright?" You didn't recognize the deep voice of the man who placed you on the bench. Nor did you recognize his scruffy face, dirt clinging to his jaw, like he had just gotten done playing it. "Was a nasty fall, y' took there."

Fine.

You were fine. And if you weren't, it wasn't any of this stranger's business.

For all you knew, he could have been a spy who followed you from the borders of your kingdom and into this unfamiliar town. It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to grab you in exchange for a nondisclosed ransom. Though this would be the first time someone had gone to such extents.

After a moment, you remembered how to speak. "Who are you?"

His shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. "'m Rhett."

Your second memory emerges from the shadows, just a few feet away from the first. It had happened a week after the first when you found the courage and strength to limp your way back into this foreign village, this time in search of more than the sweets made in the local bakery. This time, you were following directions to the rodeo. There is only one way to tell if a man is as good as he says.

How could you have expected that Rhett would win? And that his award-winning smile would have you coming back again, and again, and again? Venturing into the countryside at his side on some days and into adorable shops on others.

It made no sense.

A hundred and one letters from potential suitors sat in your study, promising everything under the sun, from incredible travels to more wealth than you could ever imagine. But you were ignoring them in favor of something more. Dressing in clothes lent by your favorite maid and slipping through the cracks of the kingdoms to see the handsome face of a cowboy.

You meant to tell him. Truly, you did. Rhett had every right to know who you truly were. That a royal title was attached to your name, with a throne and kingdom duties to match. You had been seconds away from beginning your rehearsed speech when he met your lips under the golden glow of the sunset.

And how is one meant to concern themselves with talking when heaven himself is kissing you?

What they don't tell you about heaven is that hell is always clinging to his coattails. One moment, you are dancing beneath the moon, and the next, you're scurrying through town, wondering why your lover didn't meet you as he promised. In your two day absence, the shack he called a home had burnt to cinders, and despite the retracing of your steps, not a soul recalled seeing him.

Rhett's most valued possession was a mare the shade of midnight. Whom had a reputation for tilting her head to steal bites of strawberries from the market vendors. You suppose that is the only reason why you sit upon her back, listening to the clack of her hooves against the cobblestone. Several black mares had raised their heads at your handful of strawberries.

Only one had dared to crane her neck in an attempt to steal them.

Joy Hawk's voice snaps across the midnight air. Her unintelligible words sound close to the command she instructed you to memorize. Must be something Rhett's horse understands, because she quickens before you can instruct her to, darting down the dark street.

You can see them now. Your men wrestling with something you can't quite see. Yelling to one another. Struggling to contain what you can only presume to be an animal of some kind. It thrashes in their arms. Kicking. Rolling off the ground. Unable to be contained for any longer than a second. Joy barks an order you don't care to hear. Like the Red Sea, they part, and, and—

You recognize that scruffy face.

Rhett stumbles forward.

His frail palms reach for the muzzle of his mare, petting her as if to ensure that what he's seeing is real. But she doesn't disappear, and as he feels down the expanse of her neck and up to your thigh, you don't vanish either.

"Prince Rhett," your firm recognition comes in the form of a wobbly whisper. Not a trace of your courage in sight.

You can't find it. Not when the moonlight catches on his face, unveiling the way his features have sunken in. Starved to a husk of the man you saw a mere six months ago before he was imprisoned for a murder that you know he did not commit.

Now, you see why Joy turned her back on the Abbott family. How does one remain loyal when they can do this to their own son?

"How did you..." Rhett's fumbling to grasp your wrist, his grip so weak that you reckon you could break free of it with the slightest tug.

All you can do is grasp his hand in your own. He may not be strong enough to hang on, but you are. And you're not going anywhere.

With a heavy sigh, you finally begin to speak. "I have a lot of explaining to do."

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #delgato's asks #delopsia's birthday bouquet #withahappyrefrain

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blackbird-brewster · 1 year

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Transvengers: A Queerminal Minds Headcanon

From the Archives

We all Tara is the ring leader of the Trans-vengers club at the BAU.

But when Emily comes back as Unit Chief™ she doesn't know this club exists, because it turns out she and JJ are like the only cis people on this team?!

So at precisely 3.14pm every day (Reid picked the time....for mathematical reasons)One by one each member of the team disappears from the bullpen. Emily is usually eyes deep in Reports because honestly, no one has seen Cruz in 2 seasons and someone's gotta file the paperwork.

But JJ sits in the bullpen now so she watches this shit happen:

Reid first Luke Tara Rossi....how does he ALWAYS have a plate of spaghetti? Then PG comes out from her cave

And from the get-go, JJ is like "I don't wanna know". Bc last time she was part of The Club.... well RIP Derek Morgan's left eyebrow. So she just keeps her head down and some days she goes to Emily's office to distract her bc she ain't no snitch

Emily is a well documented Gay™, so any woman in her office is 200% gonna be distracting. JJ knocks on the door every day around 3.15pm and asks Em something dumb.

"Hey I'm just doing the follow up on that case from last week and under "unsub" I just didn't know what to put"

Emily "1000% doesn't care what that blonde angel is saying bc LOOK at her eyes" Prentiss is like "sure. Add it to my pile"

One afternoon, JJ is feeling particularly lost in thought. JJ casually sits down and is like "hey Em...."

"Yes GayJ....JJ!?"

"Do you ever wonder what could have happened between us if you never left....."

Now, Emily's thinking uhhhh I have only thought about that every second of every day of every....

BUT BEFORE SHE CAN ANSWER, THE FIRE ALARM GOES OFF

Emily suddenly turns into Unit Chief-Fire Marshall Emily Prentiss

She's up from her desk and out the door and yelling orders to everyone. But....no one is there?! The bullpen is empty.

She's confused and looks to the only other person here. "JJ WHERE IS OUR TEAM?!"

JJ just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Emily decides there's no time to worry about the rest of the team, she trusts they'll be okay, she throws JJ over her shoulder and heads down six flights of stairs

JJ is cackling because what the hell?? She's telling Emily: "I can walk!" Emily: "NO TIME!" JJ: "EM TAKE THE ELEVATOR...." Emily: "IN CASE OF FIRE USE THE STAIRS!"

Emily literally she-hulks her way out of the building with JJ over her shoulder looking so unamused and embarrassed. Emily gets them to the the BAU muster station

She finally sets JJ down before yelling, "OKAY TEAM. ROLE CALL!!"

She was right. The team got here on their own but here are her team members:

Reid is in a skirt with matching purple barrettes in his hair Rossi is in a floor length gown with half a face of make up Garcia is holding her entire make up kit ("IT'S THE NAKED PALET I'M NOT LEAVING THIS!!") And are those.....are those BRAIDS?! in Lukes BEARD?! Tara 'Ringleader' Lewis is SO covered in glitter.....it looks like a Michaels craft store exploded

JJ takes one look at this group of children and is like "welp. Y'all are fucked. So much for your 'secret' club."

But Emily looks them over, making sure everyone is here (they are), and yells to the other team leaders "ALL CLEAR!!"

The fire department comes bc turns out someone burnt toast AGAIN on the 5th floor (fucking auditors)

They all have to sit outside and it's soooooo hot. But Em has the Emergency Bag from her office. And she pulls out an umbrella

("Emily...why is there an umbrella in the emergency kit?"// "FOR THIS.....")

She puts it over Rossi bc his makeup was starting to run. And she shoves Tara under it bc the glitter was reflecting and causing ppl to go blind. Then Emily pulls out a pocket mirror and hands it to Garcia so she can help Reid fix his bows. She takes some thread off her suit jacket and ties a bow in Luke's MICRO braid (it's just 2 pieces twisted together but he's SO proud at how LONG his beard is)

And everyone on the team is staring like "WTF IS HAPPENING? How is Emily so calm finding out about All This nonsense?"

Emily just smiles and says "You all are horrible at keeping secrets. I'm a profiler and none of you are stealthy."

JJ is flabbergasted, because if Emily knew about the Transvengers, then why'd she never say anything each time JJ went to 'distract' her?!

That's when Emily just turns to her and finally answers her question, "Jennifer, I would have proposed. We'd have a nice colonial in a cul-de-sac and Henry would have had at least two other siblings"

Now, the team is INTERESTED in whatever the hell Emily and JJ were talking about.

JJ's mouth is....on the ground

Tara nods proudly, goes up to JJ....licks her thumb, then presses it in glitter and smears it across JJ's forehead like Simba

JJ basically climbs Emily like a tree to kiss her. It's a mini-pride party at the BAU muster station. All of the other Quantico employees are just totally perplexed by these gay idiots.

#queerminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #tara lewis #jemily #penelope garcia #luke alvez #spencer reid #cm headcanon #criminal minds #cm crack

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rainy-knights-of-villany · 2 years

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Finding Hero - Part 5

The meeting room was in shambles.

Immediately after Supervillain, Villain and the others had returned, they had assembled everyone in the team for a party. Music blared over the speakers, popcorn was everywhere, and the table was creaking under the weight of so many people dancing on it.

"That was so much fun!"

"Did you see their face when I showed off my sword?"

"I know!"

"Other Villain, did you get the analysis?"

"Transferral of injuries, from and probably to themself!" Other Villain shouted over the music. "That's what all the evidence points to!"

"Hell yeah! We've got more information on Hero than they have of us. You know what that means, Villain?"

"We have an advantage?"

"We have an advantage!"

The music suddenly stopped, one villain grabbing the remote and turning on the television. "I think you're gonna want to see this!"

Everyone stopped to look at the broadcast. Supervillain covered their mouth in shock.

"The Hotel? But that place is only for the worst of the worst... why are they there?"

It was nearly dark when Hero woke up. A single lightbulb illuminated the small room. There was a table, two chairs, and large mirrors on every wall, only broken up by a single door.

"It's about time we met again, Hero. I was starting to miss you. Care for a chat?" A tall, wiry hero walked in, taking off a motorcycle helmet and sitting down.

"Superhero."

"Yes, that's my name. And you're Hero!" Superhero gave a chuckle, accompanied by a smug grin. "You know, that little stunt you pulled back there, saving that villain, then suing us? No, I'm sure you've heard all that before, you're probably sick and tired of being reminded about it."

"Yeah, pretty much. What do you want?"

"Just a chat."

"Likely."

Superhero sighed, and took out a bar of chocolate, taking a bite. "Yup. Sharp as ever. You were good, Hero. Unfortunately good isn't enough anymore."

Hero tilted their head to the side, letting Superhero continue. "Let me put it this way. Nobody wants good things. They want to be distracted from all the bad things, they need their heroes, to be heroes. Now you," They laughed, clapping their hands together, "You wanted to change that! You wanted to make things right, and perfect, and for that I will always, always admire you. But nothing is going to change."

"Really."

"Really really. You saved a villain's life, you are a villain. Simple as that. It's how they will all remember you, at least."

"Sure. So what are you gonna do about it? I've already been punished for it."

"Is that so?"

"You counter-sued me. I'm struggling to pay rent, and my bills. Also, newsflash, when I took that villain's injuries, I almost died! The medication to boost my power, to get me at the level where it can heal me just enough to stay alive will cost me more than any other lawsuit you could have thrown at me. I did the maths."

"So it's money, is it? Why you robbed that bank earlier?"

"I didn't-"

"Oh, we know you didn't. But what about the public?"

Hero's shoulders sagged.

"That's right. You are toast. And not the good kind with butter either. You're both burnt to charcoal, and soggy at the same time!"

"You know, with all the threats and the jokes, you'd make a good supervillain."

"Oh, who are you kidding? It's a horseshoe, Hero. At the top, there is no distinction!"

Superhero got up and walked out the door, tilting their head to a nearby guard. "Take them right to the top, near the scary ones. It's gonna be a riot!"

Hero looked down, the footsteps and laughter getting quieter and quieter. They looked in their pocket, at the small bottle, and opened it. Only one pill left. And they had no idea if, or how, they were going to get out of this.

#hero x villain #hero/villain #villain/hero #enemies to lovers #hero x villain x supervillain

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aparticularbandit · 1 year

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There is an issue with recreating the napkin.

If I remember right, what you’re talking about is them recreating something from ash…

But then Miles' house literally EXPLODED. Lots of fire, lots of debris, lots of chaos…

Those pieces of ash have likely been spread all around the area, and that’s if none of it got caught on the wind and is off to fuck knows where.

And the Disruptors do still have the problem, because if they claim that napkin that got burnt was the real one, then they’re also admitting that they commited perjury during the previous trial. And they probably would all have to admit to it, because, as you say, Birdie isn’t exactly a reliable witness.

So yes, Miles would go down, and for a long time, considering 2 murders and an attempted murder. And I’m pretty sure all three would be first degree, too!

He would have had to take the sleeping pills with him to dose Andi…

He have Duke something he knew Duke was deathly allergic to…

And he stole Duke‘s gun with the intent of killing Helen,

But the disrupters would also go down with him, albeit for a lighter sentence.

I definitely would love the idea of Claire actually TALKING to Whiskey for one and finding out that she is more than arm candy, and has her sights set on a political career. And I imagine that while she couldn’t help openly or officially, she would still give them help and advice where needed. Which would include telling Peg the sort of things Whiskey would need help with, making sure she has everything she needs.

Because let's face it, after Birdie, it'd probably be a breeze for Peg to help an intelligent, sharp woman like Whiskey.

- Cobalt, logged in on another account

You are absolutely correct that after the Glass Onion exploded they probably would not have been able to collect ash to recreate the napkin.

However, I actually! researched perjury yesterday!

Did you know that it is actually really incredibly hard to prove a perjury charge?

Because you have to prove that the person on the stand intentionally lied. In this case, the Disruptors could very easily - look, it was ten years ago, I thought this, but apparently I was wrong - particularly if there was actual physical napkin evidence.

It's possible at this point that Birdie agreeing she saw the napkin is just an indicator of - yes, she's turning on Miles but also saying they all saw a thing that clearly no longer exists after they'd all said something else previously on the stand - less about oh, they're perjuring but also it would make everything they say after that unbelievable. Like - standing up as a group against Miles in terms of Andi and Duke's murder would suddenly be extremely hard because the jury would think they're being wishy-washy and wouldn't believe them. It's nice for Birdie to bring it up, but also it fits that, you know, she would suggest the thing that, at this point, is probably not actually the best thing to bring up. Without a lot of other lying.

But yes - Peg, Whiskey, and Claire political team-up.

Get Whiskey old enough, have a Claire/Whiskey presidential campaign.

Let's go let's go!

#cobaltstarling #glass onion #glass onion spoilers #bandit answers questions

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rimouskis · 2 years

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How do you get used to a new work life and culture? Asking as someone who’s so used to my life now

I was very used to what I used to do, too. I did it for a long time (it was a long time to me, at least. I'm still pretty young). That sort of thought—I know what I'm getting here, I am used to this, this is the devil I know—kept me at my old workplace for a little while. I was afraid I couldn't succeed somewhere else. I was worried that my work history, which was short and exclusively in a field I wanted to leave, would stop me from getting a decent job elsewhere. I was worried my next job would somehow be worse. so I stayed for a little while.

but I hit a breaking point.

I got used to a new work life and culture because I very genuinely could no longer take the one I was in. I sort of wish I had kept where I lived a secret so I could tell you all the batshit things about my last job. if you don't work in that environment, you so rarely get the "holy shit"-ness of it all. I have a thousand stories about it that I can't tell because even for me, that's you all knowing WAY too much, but jesus christ, I hit my limit.

a lot of shit was going wrong; the organization made a lot of big changes that no one on the staff was happy about. my boss, whom I loved, left. my best friends on my team left. they changed the parts of the job that were fun. they introduced new responsibilities that were boring AND outside of my original job description. and there were more things I could tell you that would cement it. I just hated it. I was so burnt out.

I couldn't take it anymore. it was actually hampering my ability to do my job to the level the institution deserved. there was no chance for growth in the organization, too. I took that job knowing I'd leave it someday. my coworkers kept me there for a while, but it was time.

still, I was... nervous about the shift to a new job. I got very lucky in that I had a personal connection to someone on my new team, and my new boss ended up liking me a lot, so I had some wings to take shelter under.

now, that being said, I still feel like a fish out of water. on my business trips it became immediately apparent that I was operating in a socioeconomic class I was unfamiliar with. but I take it in with the knowledge that I'm usually the youngest person in those spaces by a decade, and that I'm still new and learning, and that I'm getting places I never could have dreamed at my old job.

I think when you're used to your life and you feel ready for a change, there's an internal tipping point you need to work yourself toward. you can take it for only so long, and I think there's a switch inside that needs to be flipped. either life will flip it for you or you can flip it yourself, and suddenly the fear of the unknown will be less scary than the fear of things always remaining the same (or bad).

leaning into it has been good. realizing that I'm young and have so much to learn has been crucial. you don't have to be young to make a change; you don't even have to be ready. you just have to be willing to accept what the universe brings you. you have to just open yourself to it.

this will sound goofy, but: my life has worked on the principle that I Haven't Died Yet. whatever decisions I have made, I've always found a way to live with. in fact, I think life always has a way of working out. that might be a little pollyanna of me, but I have yet to be proved wrong. I got sick of where I was. it was what I was used to, but it was no longer comfortable. I'd outgrown it.

I had to choose to accept something different, and it was worth it. it was scary, but it's paid off so far. that's true of when I moved away from my home state too. things are new and strange and risky, but life is about those little moments.

being used to your life isn't a bad thing. it only starts being a bad thing when you no longer fit that life. if you've stopped fitting that life, trust that you can grow into a bigger life. it's always possible, and you can always do it, because things work out.

as sully says, trust the process.

when you're ready to get the ball rolling, kick. s'worth it. life's an adventure.

#:)#<3

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professor-walnut · 2 years

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Since the team leaders in PoGo are so rarely mentioned or seen that it’s hard to get any kind of background for any of them; I decided to scroll through every piece of dialogue from Professor Willow the game I could find so you don’t have to. Here’s some of my favourite random snippets.

A Tale of Tails (3/5) (Apparently u can calm down ur local Candela by letting her beat u in battle)

"That's a fine Charmeleon you've got with you, Trainer! Known as the Flame Pokémon, Charmeleon is hotheaded by nature and is constantly seeking out worthy opponents for battle. When it finally encounters a worthy foe, it becomes so excited that the flame at the tip of its tail flares up and turns a bluish-white color. The easiest way to calm a Charmeleon down is by winning a battle. That sure sounds like a certain team leader I know! Now, did you know Charmeleon can evolve? Not only that, but its evolved form, Charizard, is also known as the Flame Pokémon! Come back and see me once you've evolved your Charmeleon."

Electric for Electabuzz (2/4) (Spark plz do not electrocute yourself trying to pat the boi)

"Thanks for the assistance—I really appreciate it! While you were out catching Electabuzz, I did some research on this Pokémon's Evolutionary line. Did you know that Electabuzz evolves from Elekid? A weak electric current flows between Elekid's horns. Be careful, Trainer! Sticking a hand between its horns will shock you! Hmm... I wonder whether Spark has tried that with his Buddy Pokémon... Anyway, let's keep researching these Electabuzz and make sure they aren't snacking on any electricity meant for other uses!"

The Great Gastly (3/4) (Apparently all three of them share the same lab and also Blanche does not appreciate ghosts)

"Excellent work, Trainer. Seems as though your Gastly has evolved into Haunter. I had a feeling I was being watched. It's said that Haunter lurks into walls to keep an eye on its foes, but in this case, I have a feeling it's just being playful. I've noticed the team leaders tripping and stumbling around the lab today. Seems as if Haunter is having a bit of fun with them, but I don't think Blanche is amused. Let's go ahead and fix that problem by evolving Haunter."

Roasted Berries (1/4) (Wholesome family picnic. Also I did not realise how obsessed Willow was with pinap berries until realising just how often he brings them up in all these quotes. Plz beleive me, it’s like....every other sentance. Also who brings shaved ice or burnt fruit to a picnic?)

"Hey there, Trainer! Good to see you. Do have anything fun planned for today? I'll be attending a picnic with the team leaders, myself. I must say, though, I was having a pretty hard time deciding what I should bring. Candela's in charge of sandwiches, Spark is handling refreshments, and Blanche is bringing shaved ice, so the bases are all pretty well covered. Walking always clears my head, so I took a stroll and ended up spotting a large group of Tepig near where I normally pick my go-to snack, Pinap Berries. And suddenly—inspiration! Did you know Tepig loves to eat roasted Berries, Trainer? The Fire Pig Pokémon blows fire balls through its nose and roasts the berries before it eats them. Roasted Berries sound like a great picnic snack, don't you think? And speaking of, I need to start getting them ready. Why don't you go check out the Tepig in the meantime?"

Level 45 Challenge (2/4) (Just what you want to do to celebrate after a long and difficult battle - go on a very very long walk??)

"Hope you enjoyed a few walks together with your buddy, Trainer. Did you come across any interesting PokéStops? I was inspired to head outdoors myself. I joined Spark and his buddy for a long walk after he won a battle. I even took a celebratory snapshot to mark the occasion! Going on walks together can be a great way to strengthen your bond with your Pokémon. It's also a wonderful form of exercise! Seeing the bond Spark shares with his Pokémon gave me some ideas for more research. Oh, and Spark also wanted me to let you know that he's cheering you on! How about you and your buddy go out for a walk, challenge another Trainer and their Pokémon to battle, and take a few snapshots to capture some fun moments together? Working hard is important, but so is savoring the memories made along the way! Have fun!"

Professor’s research (1/6) (Squishy lil pokemon buddies.)

"Hey there, Trainer! Glad to see you. I was just thinking that it'd be interesting to research more about my Buddy Pokémon and the team leaders' buddies. The four of us have powerful bonds with our buddies. Blanche has formed a wonderful relationship with Lapras, Candela has had Rapidash since it was a Ponyta, and Spark has developed an electrifying bond with Elekid. My buddy is the Mythical Pokémon Meltan. Since Meltan and I met, I've been documenting everything I learn about it. And trust me—there's a lot to learn! I've actually heard some reports of Meltan sightings recently. Maybe you'll run into one on your adventures? Definitely something to keep an eye out for as we begin our research. But first, let's stock up on some supplies!"

(2/6) "Welcome back, Trainer! Seems like you're all set to head out on this research adventure. Why don't we start by looking at the cool pair that is Blanche and Lapras? Known as the Transport Pokémon, Lapras is both Water- and Ice-type. A smart and kindhearted Pokémon, it glides across the surface of the sea while its beautiful song echoes around it. Lapras are known to have gentle hearts and can even understand human speech. I completely understand why Blanche chose Lapras as a buddy. That said, Blanche clearly feels a special connection to Lapras. Blanche got Lapras by trading with a fellow Team Mystic Trainer. I wonder if that has something to do with it. At any rate, let's focus our research on Water- and Ice-type Pokémon to learn more about the Pokémon that Blanche holds dear."

(3/6) "Excellent work, Trainer. It looks like you have your very own Lapras, just like Blanche! Be sure to tell your Lapras I said hi! I never miss a chance to greet new Pokémon. Now, let's move on to our next dynamic duo: Spark and Elekid. The leader of Team Instinct has always had a soft spot for Pokémon that hatch from Eggs, so it's only natural that he'd have a buddy like Elekid. But don't let this Pokémon's small stature fool you! Spark's Elekid is incredibly powerful, making it a fitting buddy for the energetic team leader. Why hasn't Spark evolved his Elekid? Well, Evolution should be approached with care. I'm sure Spark will know when Elekid is ready to evolve. Spark may seem pretty carefree, but few are more committed to the care and training of Pokémon than him. What do you say we research some Electric-type Pokémon that Spark tends to work with?"

(4/6) "How did your research go, Trainer? I think it's time to turn our attention to some Fire-type Pokémon—specifically the Fire Horse Pokémon Rapidash. This Pokémon has a competitive streak, making it a great match for Candela, the leader of Team Valor. Candela has had her Rapidash since it was a Ponyta, so you can be sure the two of them have been on more than a few adventures. Rapidash loves to run and gallop, so Candela always makes sure her Buddy Pokémon has plenty of time and space to do just that. That kind of care is critical for building strong, lasting relationships with your Pokémon. Candela's passion and dedication make her a great role model for her fellow Team Valor members—and everyone, really. Maybe researching Fire-type Pokémon will help you learn more about Candela's fiery spirit?"

A Spooky Message Unmasked (1/4) (Professor Willow is a weenie and makes it everyone elses problem.)

"BOO! Haha, hey there, Trainer! Hope I didn't scare you too badly. I was just having a bit of fun during this spooky season. Say, since you're here, I was wondering whether you could help me. I've heard some reports of an unusual Pokémon appearing in a nearby forest. Why aren't I going into that dark forest to find this Pokémon myself? W-well, er, it's certainly not because I'm scared! Y-you see I would, but I'm busy here with some...uh...research! Yes! Oh! I think I see Blanche over there near my lab. Maybe it's time for some research into the Evolution of Ghost-type Pokémon! Could you go on ahead and let me know what you find, Trainer? Thanks—and good luck!"

(2/4 )"Blanche, do you really think this Galarian Pokémon can evolve? Oh, glad to see you again, Trainer— AH! What's that sound?! Oh, it's just a Yamask. Seems like it's looking at its mask and crying. Ah, so Yamask was the unusual Pokémon appearing in the forest? I see. Sorry, Trainer, but it looks like you're going to have to venture back out there. After comparing eyewitness reports with some texts I found about Ghost-type Pokémon, it turns out we aren't looking for this particular kind of Yamask, which was originally discovered in the Unova region, but another one entirely! The Yamask we're looking for was first discovered in the Galar region and seems to be carrying a clay slab. The texts say that the slab absorbs that Yamask's dark power. Unfortunately, I can't come along with you this time, either. Because, uh...it looks like Spark needs my help with some Strange Eggs! See ya later, and good luck!"

(3/4) "Yup, still seems like mostly Poison- and Dark-type Pokémon are hatching from Strange Eggs. I sure am glad we got to confirm what we already— Oh! Welcome back, Trainer! How are— EGAD! A Spiritomb! What a tricky Ghost-type Pokémon. I've worked with Trainers to research Spiritomb in previous years. Maybe you've encountered a Spiritomb before! There seem to be a few more Spiritomb around than in the past. That's quite frightening, given that each Spiritomb is formed by 108 spirits bound to a keystone. One might say that it's BOUND to be a real spooky season! Haha, sorry, Spiritomb—too much? Anyway, I hate to ask you again, Trainer, but third time's the charm, right? I'm sure you'll encounter the illusive and elusive Galarian Yamask this time! I, uh, have to go help Candela prep for an upcoming Trainer Battle, but you go on ahead! Good luck, Trainer!"

The Melody Pokemon (2/11) (Take a break from being trainers and leaders and scientists and instead host a concert and teach cute pokemon to dance. Why doesn’t Candela get a role?)

"The theme of this year's Pokémon GO Fest is music, so let's try our best to put on a good show! The team leaders are hard at work setting up a top-class stage. With a director like you, I know we're in for a performance we won't soon forget. But for that, you'll need a talented act! And with that in mind, there's a certain Pikachu backstage that's buzzing to meet you. It's got makeup and wardrobe standing by to help tailor its look to match your vision for the festival. Do you think you'd rather put on a rock show or a pop show? It's got makeup and wardrobe standing by to help tailor its look to match your vision for the festival. Do you think you'd rather put on a rock show or a pop show? Pikachu's ready to dazzle either way, so it's really up to you! For now, I'd suggest you go for a stroll and give your decision some thought. Maybe you could pick a genre that matches one of your favorite songs?"

(4/11) "There's still lots of prep to take care of before the show, though. Blanche is overseeing rehearsal, so let's leave Pikachu in their capable hands. In the meantime, we need to find Pikachu some accompaniment. While concert prep continues, think about which Pokémon you'd like backing up Pikachu on stage. I can't wait to see your vision come to life!"

(6/11) "Spark is in charge of choreography, so we can turn our attention elsewhere for the time being. When your prancing Pokémon is ready, why not take a snapshot of it to commemorate the moment? So long as it doesn't find any evil in your heart, that is. Haha! But before all that, I'd say Pikachu and Galarian Ponyta are going to need one last member to fill out the band."

The Shadow Threat Grows (4/6) (Candela off to the sidelines looking so fucking offended rn)

"All right! You should feel proud of your progress, Trainer. You consistently impress me and the team leaders. Candela could learn a thing or two from your battle prowess. I'm sure the Team GO Rocket Leaders see you as a challenge. Take that challenge to them, and drive them out of wherever they're holed up!"

The Inter-egg-sting development (5/6) (I only added this because there’s often mention of Spark and Candela doing field work together but this is the only time Candela and Blanche do field work together and I support them; let the lab monkey be free more often.)

"Incredible work, Trainer! Hopefully that'll keep them at bay for a little while. I managed to craft another Super Rocket Radar for you that'll help you track down Giovanni. But be careful—according to a field report from Blanche and Candela, he's got Shadow Mewtwo with him! You might have encountered Shadow Mewtwo the last time Giovanni appeared. We'd thought that was the last we'd see of it, but it looks like it's back! You need to save Shadow Mewtwo, Trainer! I have a feeling Giovanni plans on using this poor Pokémon for nefarious ends."

I have probably missed so many, if anyone has any to add please feel free.

#pokemon go quotes #just for funsies #Listen man I missed a lot joining this thing late #you got to enjoy your meal now let me enjoy digging up the bones

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feralforfrank · 2 years

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Congrats on hitting 101 followers!! Please could I request:

Javier Peña (and Steve as bestie). Y/n is their partner and is feeling extremely burnt out; running on empty, coffee, cigarettes and not much else. She’s barely sleeping or eating and constantly has a tight chest and racing heart. They both know something is up with her but she just shrugs it off until one day, Javi is out on a raid and she reaches her breaking point. Steve manages to get her home but can’t reach Javi until he gets back to the embassy etc. Plus a lil Carrillo just cause! Thank you!!

STRESSED.

JAVIER PEÑA x FEM!READER

summary working the escobar case sure can wear someone down. you finally reach your limit. but javier and steve are there.

cw panic attack, angst, reader mostly surviving on cigs and coffee. ANGSTTT WITH HAPPY ENDING. NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n i used y/n ONLY ONCE bc it was literally inevitable. please forgive me, i hate using y/n lmfao. i think this is my biggest fic yet tbh.

masterlist.

"This is your tenth one in two hours. Maybe you should slow down a bit." Steve's voice was irritating you more and more as time passed.

He'd been trying to get you to eat and sleep, claiming that you looked like a zombie for the past two weeks. At first, you'd shrugged it off, chuckling and changing the subject. The chase for Escobar continued, leaving you stressed and tired but without the energy to consume anything that wasn't cigarettes or coffee.

But now, this shit was getting tiring. You guessed Steve had run to Javier, begging for his help, seeing as you listened to the man more. And now they were both bugging you. Don't smoke, no more coffee, sleep in for once! The more they followed you around, the more you smoked, feeling like a caged animal, being watched twenty-four-seven by your friends.

You knew they were doing it because they loved you. Steve had been your best friend and partner since you could remember. You and he built a strong bond over your love for whiskey, catching Escobar, and the few steamy nights you'd shared ever since you got to Colombia. What? The man was attractive as hell. And also a gentleman, if he wanted to.

And so, as you lit your tenth cigarette, you flipped off the attractive brunet sitting on your desk. Javier's eyebrows were furrowed in worry as you inhaled and exhaled, looking at nothing in particular.

"Ay, niña bonita, tal vez deberías quedarte fuera de esto." Your gaze snapped up to meet his, your face showing just how insulted you felt.

(Hey, pretty girl, maybe you should sit this one out.)

"¿Qué? ¿Crees que no soy lo suficientemente bueno para estar contigo porque eres hombre?"

(What? You think I'm not good enough to be with you because you're men?)

You knew this was an irrational thought. It was just something your tired brain had made up. Yet, your cloudy and frustrated mind used this as an excuse to get angry, to produce adrenaline so you could wake up.

"What are you talking about, hermosa? You know I'm just worried about you and your health," Javi tried to reason as you stood up, suddenly feeling your throat closing up.

He went to follow you, but a hand on his bicep stopped him from doing so. He turned to look at Steve, who seemed as worried as him. They both watched you bump into Carillo, not once apologising or looking back, but continuing to make a beeline for the exit.

"¿Qué pasó con tu rayo de sol?" Carillo looked at Javier, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

(What happened to your little ray of sunshine?)

"Si tan solo supiera," Javier replied, his eyes never leaving your retreating figure.

(If only I knew.)

"Should I get her off the raid team?" Carillo asked.

Javier nodded. "Just don't tell her. She's not going down without a fight, and I worry that she doesn't have much left in her."

"Don't worry. I'll distract her when you guys head out." Steve added.

—

It turns out you didn't need distracting. All it took was for Steve to change the clock on the wall behind you to a few hours back, and that was it. Your head had been buried in files and paperwork until ten at night, two hours after the Search Bloc and Javi had departed.

You didn't pick up on anything being wrong until you realised that the only people in the office were you, Steve, and perhaps a cleaning lady.

"Steve, what the fuck?"

His gaze lifted from the file he was reading, a questioning hum escaping his lips.

"Where's everyone?" You asked although you felt like you knew the answer.

He looked at his watch. "Erm, they should be coming back in a few. Why—Oh shit!"

Steve barely had time to duck in safety from the empty plastic coffee cup that flew his way. "What the fuck, Steve? Why am I here? I'm supposed to be out with the Search Bloc and Javi—Oh God, where's Javi? That cabrón left me here. Oh fuck—"

Your knees failed you as soon as you stood up. You gasped for air, your chapped lips tasting your salty tears. Steve held you close to him, whispering soothing words in your ear, but it didn't work.

Your mind was exhausted, and all you wanted was Javi. Javi, who had been so kind to you these past few weeks, even though you kept bitching at him. Javi, who tricked you into staying at the Embassy and excluding you from one of the biggest busts ever. Steve had something to do with that too, Carillo too, you reminded yourself.

You knew what you wanted. Javier Peña. You wanted to scream at him, punch him, shoot him, kick him black and blue, for leaving you behind like a child. But you also wanted his arms around you, the feeling of comfort he provided without even realising. You wanted the Javier you had grown so used to drinking with at night and then fucking all the stress away.

"I want to go to Javi, Steve. Please, let me go to Javi!" Your brain's jumbled thoughts could agree on one thing. You wanted Javier.

"You need food and water, and most importantly, sleep." Steve grabbed your arms and helped you up, wiping your wet cheeks.

It was easier to pick you up and get to his car, seeing as he'd done it a million times before. The only exception was that this time you were far too light. It felt like he was carrying a lifeless body, and the thought alone urged him to walk faster to the car.

You were calmer than before. He guessed the coffee and cigs combination had something to do with your panic attack, and he sighed. He blamed himself for not looking after you properly, something he'd promised to do to your father before the two of you left for Colombia.

The only one to blame is this case and the stress on her shoulders—no one else.

He cursed when Javier didn't pick up. Your eyes were closed, and your breathing was shaky but steady—you were asleep. But even in your sleep, you seemed uneasy, with a frown etched on your face and Javier's name coming out of your mouth in whimpers. He was the only one who could really help you.

Steve knew about the hook-ups, his apartment walls were thin, and the two of you weren't always quiet. But he also acknowledged the comfort you provided for each other, the bond that seemed to strengthen every day and the friendship that would soon become something different.

He didn't stop calling Javier, not even when he arrived at his apartment, when he laid your unconscious body in Javi's bed, or when he poured himself a scotch. Worry was starting to eat him from the inside out. Had something gone wrong?

Eventually, Javier picked up. "Where the hell are you, man?" He'd asked, clearly worried.

"I'm at your house, man. Y/N freaked out on me. She wanted you, but you weren't picking up. So I brought her here."

Javier mumbled I'm coming and the line went dead. There was no doubt in his mind that Javier would speed his way through traffic to get to you, and it almost made him smile. He was definitely a sucker for you.

The front door opened, and a sweaty Javier entered. "Where is she?"

—

When you opened your eyes again, it was because somebody was pocking you. Or shaking you. Your eyes opened slowly and painfully, still riddled with sleep. A headache danced its way around your skull, causing you to hiss in pain.

"Come on, mija, wake up. You have to eat." That annoyingly beautiful voice. Javier.

"What are you doing here?" Your voice was hoarse, your throat dry.

"This is my home, querida. You're in my bed." He spoke with a chuckle.

You sat up, brushing your hair back and tucking it behind your ear. You looked around, and indeed, this was Javier's room. Although most times you'd been in here, it was dark, and your mind was occupied by...other activities, you recognised the soft mattress and the scent of smoke and lavender.

Your cheeks burned, and you looked down, realising that the soft material touching your skin wasn't the itchy shirt and pants you'd previously been wearing. It was a t-shirt, a plain grey t-shirt. Javier's plain grey t-shirt.

"Did you undress me?"

He nodded. "I saw how uncomfortable you looked," he paused. "I-I hope I didn't overstep." You shook your head.

"It's fine. I trust you." That sentence alone made his heart beat a tiny bit faster. He smiled softly at you, but his eyes showed just how concerned he was.

"I'm sorry." Your voices merged,

"You go first," he prompted.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. You were right about nagging me to eat and drink. I-I guess I was so stressed about finishing up the paperwork and making sure the raid went okay that I neglected myself and took it out on you. You didn't deserve that." I'm sorry I was such a bitch. I hope you can forgive me.

"Okay then, my turn. I'm sorry that I nagged you so much. It didn't help your stressed-out brain at all. I should've helped you in a different way." I promise to take care of you better next time you need me.

"I forgive you."

"And I forgive you."

You shared a smile. "Do you want to eat now? I made chicken soup—it's the only thing I know how to make." You giggled and nodded as he handed you the bowl of steaming soup.

"I can't believe you tricked me into staying at the Embassy. And I can't believe I fell for it." Javier chuckled at your words.

"It was very cruel of me, I know," he mocked, and you slapped his bicep.

"I am deeply wounded, Mr Peña." I forgive you if you give me a kiss.

"Ah, you'll get over it." I'll give you a million kisses to make up for my mistake.

You looked at each other. Javier's face was more relaxed now. He wore a lazy loop-sided grin. He leaned back on the bed, watching you eat, and that's when you took in his attire. He was wearing sweatpants—a rare sight to behold—and a matching grey t-shirt. You've never seen him look so domestic.

Javier slowly took you in. He skimmed his eyes down your body to your exposed crossed legs and arms, which looked tiny compared to the shirt you wore. You looked more than beautiful in this attire. Adorable. Delicious, even. Your hair was messy, and your eyes screamed exhaustion, but the bright smile you wore told him everything he needed to know. You were going to be fine. And he could get used to this sight.

He was the first that broke the eye contact, feeling more flustered than he should under your gaze. Jesus, you're not a fucking teenage boy. Pull yourself together, man. He decided to get up and grab the desert he had for you.

"Where are you going?" Your voice came out choked. You enjoyed his company more than you let on.

"I'm going to grab your favourite dessert, princesa. I'll be right back." The kiss he left on your forehead should be classified as a federal crime.

It took you a minute to compose yourself. Javier Peña has just kissed your forehead and bought your favourite dessert. Holy fucking shit.

You could definitely get used to this.

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The Damn Waiter

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Based off an amazing request that I was more than happy to write. Sorry It took so long darling, I've just been busy but I hope you like it!

Context: Having dinner with your boyfriend was always an interesting experience. Yet nothing could get Bakugou's blood boiling like a waiter hitting on you.

Note: NSFW to the end. Reader has an AFAB body and is wearing a dress but otherwise pronouns for reader aren't used. Nickname "Princess" is used.

You sat opposite Bakugou with a bright smile on your face. You were dressed in your finest dress and pretty heels to match. Your lovely man, Bakugou Katsuki had not even blinked at any expense for today. He had been real busy and you found the fact that he initiated this dinner really touching.

Or it would have been touching if you didn’t notice the secret paparazzi that his PR team often stationed to make him look good. Bakugou hated them but it wasn’t like he didn’t need them. They were most of the reason a lot of his scandals had disappeared or died down. Like the reporter, he nearly put in the hospital for being an asshole to him. It wasn’t Bakugou’s fault the man was in his blast radius.

But Bakugou would suck up with this dinner because he got to spend time with you and have you looking like the absolute snack you were. He thought you delicious and could stomach this whole situation if it meant being trapped between your thighs later.

Then the waiter came.

Oh the waiter.

The stupid waiter that had selective eyesight because they could clearly see you and all your glory but not your millionaire, No2 ProHero, top ranking modal and philanthropist boyfriend right across from you. From the moment the waiter got to your table Bakugou could feel it in his bones, they would be bad news.

Not only did they practically stare down your dress, the entire time they were around you, they flirted with you as well.

“Are you a modal?” The waiter asked you after jotting down your order.

You shook your head. “No why?”

“That’s weird, cause I’m sure someone as beautiful as you would be.”

Bakugou wanted to throw up and explode. The downside of having a nitroglycerin body was that his heart did not beat as fast as it should. This would be a problem for anyone that wasn’t Katsuki Bakugou, because with his explosive nature, all his heart could do was beat faster. If it wasn’t for the fact that his press team would kill him, this waiter would have been in one straight ticket to being burnt to a crisp.

What was worse was you didn’t even seem to notice the blatant flirting. You laughed it off and smiled kindly. “Thank you, that’s so sweet.”

This continued the whole night. Bakugou was sick of it. Really he was. He could barely enjoy his meal that was underspiced for his liking, because of this waiter.

So Bakugou did the next best thing. While the waiter was handing you some water, Bakugou, unsuspiciously, kicked your chair making water spill all over your chest. Bakugou had his finer plans but right now, getting you alone, means going through an accident. Nothing too big to get you hurt but something big enough to excuse yourselves.

You gasp. “Oh my!” You raised your hands up as water trickled down your chest and body.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay, miss?” The waiter asked, clearly worried about you.

You were going to answer but luckily, Bakugou quickly stood up and swept you out of your chair. “No worries, we’re going to fix this.” He stated. His hand went to your waist possessively as he gave his best fake smile. His grip on you was harsh and borderline hurtful. Not waiting for a response from the waiter, Bakugou pushed past them. “Excuse us.”

Finding the family bathroom, Bakugou quickly pushed you inside and locked the door behind the two of you.

You walked over to the sync and the mirror and checked out your outfit in the mirror. “I don’t think it’s bad.” You said. “Just some tissues and everything will be fi-”

Suddenly you were pushed more forcefully against the counter with your back against Bakugou’s back. He held you firmly between the counter and his body, his face sketched into a frown at this whole situation. “Are you really going to stand there and act like you didn’t notice the waiter.”

“What? Katsuki’ I don’t understan-”

His warm large hand went to your neck, making you gasp. He didn’t apply pressure but the action itself was surprising. He had his other hand on the counter in front of you, keeping his weight off of you. “The goddamn waiter, Y/N. They were flirting with you!” He glared at you through the mirror. He was clearly annoyed, his red raging eyes staring into you even through the mirror.

“Katsuki, I didn’t notice. I’m with you, remember? Why would I notice or even think about them when I’m at your side?” You asked him as you matched him with an equally intense stare.

It was silent for a moment, Bakugou was more shocked at the question than he thought. A grin spread to his face. He placed a gentle kiss to your jaw. His grip easing up on you. “That’s my baby.” He let out in his own happy sense. As much as he would never admit it, Katsuki Bakugou got jealous and insecure easily. Constantly having to be the best and being good at everything, does that to him. Yet somehow you always managed to rope him back down to earth.

His kisses trailed to your neck, sucking against it. You sighed against him, feeling weightless. You hummed with how wonderful his lips felt on you. His hand travelled down your neck over your chest to the slit in your dress. His hands found their way under your dress to knead at your hips just above the lace of your underwear.

“Katsuki…” You let out breathlessly. “We… the PR team… we can’t stay long.” You were trying to stay quiet but Bakugou had magical hands that always managed to give you total and utter bliss.

“It’s been a minute, they can wait four more.” Without waiting for your response, his fingers slipped under the lace of your underwear. He scoffed as he raised an eyebrow to you. “I hope you’re wearing the orange one.” His fingers skillfully finding their way to your sex, while his other hand moved out your dress to knead at your breast.

You sent him a smirk in the mirror. He liked that one. It was the same orange shade as the X on his hero costume. You nodded your head with a soft laugh. “Wearing it as a set.”

“Fuckin’ hell, princess. Tryin’ to kill me?” He asked you with a groan. You laughed before tensing up. His fingers trailed up and down your slit making you still against him. You were pressed tightly against him and it was made more apparent since you could feel his cock straining his pants. He kissed your neck and looked up at you with a devilish smirk. “Don’t make a noise, wouldn’t wanna get in trouble now. Would we?” You shook your head, knowing that there was only one answer to his question. “Good.” He answered.

His fingers dipped past your slit, instantly getting consumed by the warmth and wetness of your hole. Your breathing increased as you closed your eyes at the feeling of his fingers exploring you. Dragging and rubbing in just the right places. You were literally putty in his hands for him to shape and mould. He rubbed round circles against you making you bite down a moan. His hand on your chest had slipped past your matching lace bra. He pinched your nipple making you gasp.

“How about I make it sure you don’t even remember that fuckin’ waiter? Hm.” He grumbled. “Remind you who it is exactly that makes you feel like this.”

You arched your back as his rough fingers. Bakugou always knew how to pleasure you just right. You nodded your head, all thoughts leaving your brain. “It’s you Katsuki. It’s always you.”

His smirk turned into a grin as he increased his speed against your clit making you have to bite down on your lip in order not to moan. “Yah, damn right it’s me.”

-Glitch1d

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