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unbreakable bonds ꒰ no quirks au | childhood friends | friends to lovers ꒱ ⇢ a collective of family bonding and little moments between you and katsuki.

『♡』 k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ tags & content ꒱ emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, happiness all around ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — just wanted to write something sickly sweet and it’s been sitting in my drafts forever. reader has a little sister that helps bond the two of you together over the years. cross posted to ao3 | word count; ~3kish? -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

You were too young - a little over three - to understand the day your mom brought home your little sister. You'd been secretly asking the universe for a sibling, someone to share everything with. Ask and you shall receive! But, you never knew just how much she would shape your life into what it is today.

The Kingdom - Elementary School

Fourth grade is when you and Katsuki started to play after school together on a daily basis. Him and Izuku would come by and grab snacks from your mom while you went back to the park around the corner, playing pirates and super heroes with the other neighborhood kids. Every so often, your mom would ask for you to bring your sister along. You never minded, even though she was your baby sister in first grade. The boys would pick on her - lovingly, of course - to make her feel included with the rest of the pack. She loved being around you, cooing and giggling away as she'd hold your hand and squeal with delight.

One day at the park, she'd declared herself to be queen of the castle as she stood on the slide, proudly puffing out her chest with her hands on her hips.

"I am the queen, and what I say goes!" she pointed to you and Katsuki. "Sissy will be the princess and you will be our royal guard, Katsu!"

You chuckle. "Isn't the older sister supposed to be queen?"

She does her best impression of a royal laugh, projecting her voice theatrically. "Not in my land! It's my kingdom and if you don't like it, I'll send you to the brig!"

"You're confusin' pirates 'n princesses again,” Katsuki taunts playfully.

She stomps her foot on the slide. “Silence in my kingdom! Izu will be my knight!”

Katsuki pouts. “Hey! Why don’t I get to be the knight?!’

“Cause I say so! You’re the royal guard cause you’re tough. Izu is the knight because he’s brave!”

You can’t help but let out a loud ‘hah!’ at her comment. Your sister never failed to push Katsuki in the cutest ways - he probably was thankful to be an only child whenever you guys would go home for the day.

Katsuki huffs at her declaration, taking the challenge with stride. “Fine! I’ll show you who’s tough and be the best dang guard in the whole world.”

“Do I get a cool set of armor, queen?” Izuku asks, bouncing up and down at the bottom of the slide.

“Of course! Only the best armor and ponies for my royal kingdom.”

She sits and pushes herself down the metal slide, rocketing off the edge past Izuku and barreling toward Katsuki. She trucks into him at full force - but, being small, that force isn’t much for him to withstand.

“What the heck was that for?!” he yells while catching her before she hits the wood chips.

“A test of your toughness, Katsu! And you passed! You’re deserving of a spot in my kingdom,” she giggles, mashing his cheeks together with her tiny palms. He protests her closeness and tries to fight her off, setting her feet back on the ground while she’s wiggling in his hold. Watching the two of them act like siblings themselves always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, knowing your two closest friends also adored your sister as much as you did.

You meander over to grab her from him. “Alright, I think you made your point, queen. Your guard and knight have other duties to get to.”

She waves goodbye to the boys over her shoulder as the two of you stroll home for dinner. She gleefully remarks how cool they are and that she can’t wait to marry them someday.

You can’t help but giggle at the thought. “Both of them? Wow, all to yourself, huh?”

She pouts and whips her head upward. “No, sissy! We both get one!”

”Oh yeah? Because you’re the queen of the kingdom, you get to pick?”

“That’s right! They’ll have to fight to see who gets to pick you!”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at the thought. You’re only ten years old, the thought of boys fighting over you was hilarious.

”Promise not to tell Izu, but I think Katsu would win that fight,” she whispers, tugging on your hand to get you to lean over closer to her face. “He’s taller and faster!”

The thought of marrying Katsuki flashes in your mind - you have zero clue what that even looks like, but you imagine him bringing you flowers on the playground or giving you a bite of his ice cream. A blush creeps over your cheeks and nose at the thought. Your sister catches your reaction and gasps dramatically.

“You like Katsu?!” she exclaims.

You shush her. “No! Don’t go yelling that!”

That’s a big fat lie. You liked him a lot, he was your favorite person, but you’re kids.

It’s just a harmless crush.

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An Enchanted Afternoon - Elementary School

A week later, the four of you returned to the playground after school. Snacks from your pantry in hand, the bunch of you sit on the swing set to eat. Your sister seemed extremely eager today, more so than usual. Once you all finished eating, she demanded your attention.

"Gather 'round! Your queen summons you," she declares, arms raised above her head. You and the boys huddle around her.

"Katsu, go fetch flowers!" she orders as she points to a nearby patch of grass. "Zuzu, clear out the sandbox of any villagers."

There wasn't anyone else here today, so that job was easily done. Izuku doesn't say anything and smiles as he heads over to the sandbox as ordered. Katsuki is confused, nose scrunched and arms crossed.

"Why do I need to get flowers?" he asks, tapping his foot in the wood chips.

"Do you dare defy your queen?!" she shouts, grinning wickedly. He obliges, sauntering over to the grass to find a few spare daisies.

"What's all this for?" you ask, genuinely curious to her plans. She doesn’t answer you as she grabs you by the wrist, dragging you over to the sandbox.

A few minutes later, Katsuki comes back with a handful of daisies, picked and pruned clean of any dirt and weeds. Izuku stands on the edge of the sandbox patiently.

”Perfect! Katsu, Sissy, please approach your queen.”

You play along and stand in front of her with Katsuki. It’s amusing how small she is in comparison to the two of you, easily shadowing over her figure.

“With my knight as witness, I give the blessing to the princess and royal guard to be married forever!” she exclaims, waving her hands around to mimic casting a magic spell.

You're pretty sure she got that line from a princess movie, but that doesn't make the sentiment any less adorable. You begin to chuckle to yourself, smiling ear to ear before turning toward Katsuki. You're expecting him to be disgusted, repulsed by something so sickly sweet, but are shocked to see him standing with the flowers outstretched in your direction. He's biting his bottom lip and avoiding eye contact by staring directly at your feet.

"H-here," he whispers meekly, pushing the flowers into your hands. You've never seen him so shy before - that's usually Izuku's demeanor. His unexpected affection makes your little heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you 'Suki," is all you can muster up the courage to say, your mind running blank on the right thing to say. It's just an imaginary scenario...It's not real, not like you're actually marrying him. Katsuki exhales, turning his back to you to hide his strawberry colored cheeks.

"Now you're together forever!" you sister raves, dancing on her tip toes with satisfaction.

Maybe that was the moment she bound you two together with some unknown magical force, or it was a mere coincidence. The sappy part of your young brain believed in fairytales and chose to believe she was weaving your golden string to him, binding you two for life.

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Leftovers - Middle School

”Yo, brats! Come eat already so I can get the hell outta here,” Katsuki called from your doorway. He’d come by with leftovers from his mom for you and your sister, since your own mom was working later that day. The two of you were still…friends? You weren’t sure. Being in seventh grade and all, he started acting like you weren’t cool enough for him. He did the same to Izuku, starting to ditch the two of you for other kids in class to hang out with at lunch or walk home with. Did it hurt your feelings? Absolutely. But you didn’t own him, he was allowed to have other friends, even if it did suck to see him less outside of class.

“Coming!” you called back, skipping down the hallway with your sister in tow. She happily ran into the entryway, hugging Katsuki by the waist. She was taller now, but still much smaller than him as a fourth grader.

“Hiya Katsu!” she gleamed up at him, rubbing her face against his uniform jacket.

He grunted, uncomfortable with her sudden affection and poking her in the forehead to release her grip. “Let go, squirt!”

He turned his attention to you as your sister finally let go of him. “Here, take these. I gotta get to practice.”

”Thank you! Tell your mom we said hi.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You hand the containers to your sister as she wanders off to the table. Before Katsuki opens the door, you tap him on the shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright?”

He scoffs at your question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem distant lately. Wanna come by sometime for a movie marathon?” you ask, tilting your head and giving him a warm smile.

“We’re not kids anymore. Got better stuff to do.”

Ouch, that stung. Your smile fades away as you reply. “Well…I know. I just miss hanging out with you.”

“You have Deku an’ that other group of bitches you hang out with, ya don’t need me.” His harsh comment has notes of jealousy intertwined in his words. He goes to put his hand on the door again before you take a step forward to stop him.

“Kat, they’re not a replacement for you. You’ve got your own friends now, too since you’re on the soccer team. You’re saying we can’t hang out 'cause we have different friends?”

He glares at you before pushing past you and pulling on the front door.

“Hey!” your sister shouts from the dining area. “Katsu, that’s not nice. My royal guard doesn't act like that!” She’s always thought of Katsuki as a guard since your elementary school playground days.

“Cut the shit! We’re not kids anymore!” Katsuki rebuttals with a growl of frustration.

He makes eye contact with you. “We’ve grown apart, end of fuckin’ story. Get over it.”

He slams your front door closed and leaves you standing in the entryway, your eyes stinging from the urge to cry. You feel a small gust of wind rush by as your sister is sprinting to the door, throwing it open and running outside without shoes on.

“Hey!” She calls after Katsuki. “Get your butt back here, Katsu!”

He turns on his heel. “Hah?!”

She stomps on the ground, fists balled at her sides. “Apologize to her!”

Katsuki cackles, a little too manically. “For what, brat?”

“You’re being a mean jerk to her! She doesn’t deserve to be yelled at like that. Friends are friends forever, idiot!” she yells, her cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched together.

You can’t help but stifle a laugh at her calling Katsuki an idiot and turn your head to hide your amusement.

”That’s not who you are, Katsu. That’s not how you treat your princess!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and screws his eyes shut in annoyance, exhaling dramatically. He locks his gaze on you, storming back up to the doorway. He roughly ruffles your sister’s hair as he passes by her as a pseudo apology. Katsuki sucks the air through his teeth and shoves his fists in his pockets as he stops in front of you.

“Look, ‘m sorry for yellin’, okay?” he sighs, kicking a foot against the pavement. “I'll come over Saturday, we’ll have that movie day ya wanted.”

"You don't need to if you feel forced to hang out with me." Your eyes shift to your feet to avoid looking at his reaction.

" 's fine. I'll be here at noon, don't pick anything lame."

With that, he turns to leave for a second time in silence. You watch him disappear around the corner and can't help but feel like a burden for asking him to make time for you. As if reading your mind, your sister shakes you out of the negative train of thought while walking back to the house.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just being a dumb boy. That’s what my teacher says when boys are mean for no reason.” She grins a toothy smile up at you and grabs your hand. “Come on! Foods getting cold!”

Katsuki rounded the corner and waited to be out of sight before palming his face in anger. He had no idea why he said those things to you. None of it was true, especially that you’d grown apart. If anything, he was jealous of your friends and missed seeing you all the time. But he couldn’t bring himself to say so, like always. Ever since middle school started, he’d harbored some unknown rage inside of him that lashed out every chance it could. He hated it and didn’t know what to do to stop it - hence trying out for the soccer team, looking for an outlet for the pent up emotions in his body.

Katsuki secretly hoped you wouldn’t end up despising him for it. Even after all this time, he still thinks of you whenever he sees a patch of daisies.

Maybe one day he’d be brave enough to tell you about it.

───

Running Late - High School

The front door to your home opens as Katsuki slips inside, kicking his loafers off by the door. Your younger sister peaks over the kitchen counter while spreading jam over her toast and nods in his direction.

"Hey Katsu, pretty sure she's still asleep upstairs," she calls, rolling her eyes. "I tried to get her up three times, maybe you'll have better luck."

It was hard to believe that she was already in her freshmen year of high school - shit, it’s crazy that you and Katsuki were seniors. The age of playground days and summer adventures went by in the blink of an eye.

He makes his way to the kitchen island, leaning over to ruffle your sister’s hair - some things never change.

"Thanks, bean. I'll get her ass movin’."

“Stooop! You’ll mess up my hair!” She whines as she pulls away, fixing a few stray pieces of her fluffy mane.

“Ya look fine, don’t sweat it,” he compliments while heading for the staircase. He makes his way to your bedroom on the second floor. The door is surprisingly cracked open - he taps on the doorframe to grab your attention.

“Come in,” you call, lying on your bed facing the wall above the covers while scrolling on your phone. You presume it’s your sister until a soft kiss is planted on your cheek.

“Mornin’ sweets,” Katsuki whispers, rubbing your shoulder to turn you to face him. He sits on the edge of your bed beside you. “You wanna be late for our last first day of high school?”

You shift to sit up and drop your phone to your bed, reaching to cradle his face in your hands.

“No, I just wanted to steal a few kisses first,” you mumble as your lips quietly meet his. Katsuki places one hand on your cheek while the other lightly grazes your back. After a few moments, the two of you part with a soft smack. You stand and straighten up your uniform skirt, flattening a few of the panels to work out any stray creases.

“Do I look okay?” You ask, spinning around for Katsuki and showing off your uniform. Your hair was pulled into a pretty ponytail with a few pieces framing your face. The only make up you had on was some lip gloss - you valued sleeping in over doing a minimalist makeup look today.

“Y’always look good,” he sighs, standing to his feet. “Let’s get movin’ before bean suspects somethin’.”

You hadn’t told your sister about your relationship with Katsuki. Sure, you guys had been friends since you were children and he’s always around…how would she know the difference?

The two of you patter down the hallway and skip down the stairs to the kitchen. Your sister is waiting for the two of you, arms crossed and tapping one foot impatiently.

“Finally! Get your damn shoes on,” she orders while pushing you toward the door. She does a double take at Katsuki while you’re putting on your shoes, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Katsu…are you wearing lipgloss?”

Oops.

Katsuki’s searching for something to say as his face glows scarlet. He puts a hand on the back of his neck and turns away, grumbling while attempting to hide his embarrassment.

“Oh come on, you two. I knew you guys started dating months ago. You think I didn’t notice?”

You spin around to face her, cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched. “You never said anything?!”

She laughs, walking up to Katsuki and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“If you ever hurt her, Katsuki, I’ll knock your lights out. I know where you sleep,” she threatens, grinning mischievously. Katsuki pulls her into a headlock, ruffling her hair a second time.

“Deal, but I plan on stayin’ alive.” He lets her go, chuckling as he smooths out the pieces of hair he messed with.

Seeing the two of them get along never fails to make your heart swell with joy. Katsuki has always treated her like his own sister - one that he could easily give back at the end of every day, anyways.

She turns with a huff with her hands in the air.

“You both have my blessing, you should know that. I didn’t marry you two in a sandbox for nothing!”

───

Today Was A Fairytale - Current Day

“It’s an honor to be doing this for a second time. You’re in luck, my vocabulary has grown exponentially since our sandbox days.”

There’s a wave of laughter through the crowd at your sister’s lighthearted joke. You can’t help but smile as Katsuki’s fingers dance across the back of your hand to regather your attention.

God, he looks so damn handsome in that tux. His usual wild hair is slicked back and tamed - an extremely rare sight. Carmine eyes stare back at you, full of devotion and excitement for this next chapter in your fairytale.

“By the power vested in me, and these people as my witness, I pronounce you two as king and queen of the kingdom!”

Friends and family alike cheer and whistle as you and Katsuki intertwine, kissing each other for the first time as husband and wife. He spins you around and dips you low, kissing the tip of your nose playfully.

“I love you,” he mouths, a silent profession of adoration - reserved just for you.

The two of you strut down the aisle to the dance floor in the reception hall, the DJ already queuing the first dance song. Katsuki gently tugs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as he begins to sway side to side when the music begins to fill the room. You rest your head against his chest and get lost in the moment.

Right now, the world belongs to the two of you. Every worry, struggle, and hardship is stripped away from your lives to give you the peace you deserve.

There’s one thought that lingers in your mind as you catch a glimpse of your teary-eyed sister watching you from the corner of the dance floor, latched onto Izuku’s arm for support.

She tied that golden string with an unbreakable knot.

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winterarmyy · 10 months

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Behind The Facades | Part II

An unrequited pining over a certain super solider.

Navigation: Part I || Part II || Part III (end)

Words: 3.3k++

Pairings: avenger!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: angst. pent up anger. unspoken jealousy. conflicted feelings.

P/S: i heard you. i got you. since lots of you enjoyed the supposedly oneshot, so i decided to do a continuation for this couple. Hope you enjoy~

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Weeks gone by, months flown through and the team was already accustomed Bucky's girlfriend wandering around the tower. Though they thought she would move-in eventually, knowing that Tony allowed them to do so, but she hadn't done it yet.

While Y/N, on the other hand, felt like she was constantly walking on thin ice. Being tug in between holding herself together and breaking down.

What's worst about this was, deep down, Y/N wanted to hate her.

Gail Richards.

Bucky's girl.

A gorgeous red-head, sultry champagne-colored eyes, a deep dimple on her right cheek, sculptured body of goddess and heart of gold.

Y/N got to admit that she hated how perfect Gail was for Bucky. She had such a kind soul; it's impossible not to fall for her. In hindsight, she was exactly what Bucky needed in his life.

What he deserve.

And in the end, Gail managed to steal not just Bucky's heart, but also the entire team's.

Including Y/N herself.

The friendship between Gail and Y/N was true and genuine; even if it hurts her everytime when she was forced to see Gail canoodling with the man she had fallen madly in love with.

"So where's the date? Did he tell you or is it a surprise kind of thing?" Gail's questions snapped Y/N from her deep internal thoughts.

Her gaze fell into her own reflection in the mirror; she was fitted with a simple black satin dress, with a quite scandalous slit on one side on her thigh. Standing behind her, was Gail, helping her out with the pearl necklace she was graciously lending it to Y/N.

"I don't remember the name but it's that new michelin star restaurant." Y/N replied as she straighten her dress, suddenly feeling conscious of how tight the dress was hugging her body.

"Oh! I know that fancy new restaurant. It opened last week, right? Bucky and I haven't had the chance to go yet. I heard it's pretty hard to get reservation. I must say, I'm impressed."

While Gail seemed to approve of Y/N's date, she didn't notice the way Y/N's body froze as she mentioned Bucky's name.

Her fingers were itching to dug it's nails somewhere, anywhere; as she try to keep her composure as neutral as possible, "Yeah, I'll definitely give you my review before you guys go on a date there. Who knows if its not up to the standards, right?"

Oh, how desperate she was on wanting to hide her pain away.

"That's great, y/n! But, I'd rather you actually enjoy the date rather than secretly being an undercover food critique. Forget about everything and have fun for once! Who knows this one is a keeper, huh?" Gail rubbed her hands to side of Y/N's arms; her eyes brighten as she encouraged her.

Ignorance is truly a bliss; though it's not that she knows that Y/N had been in love with Bucky this whole time.

On the other hand, Bucky was starting to feel the effects of what Gail had warned him before. He doesn't want to feel like she doesn't love him because she does.

At least she tries to.

Persuing Gail was not necessarily easy; not because he was lacking or she played hard to get. But because of how honest she was; how self aware she was.

"Being with me is a hell of a challenge, Bucky. My emotions are unpredictable. Today, I will love you ever so truly; I will drown you with all the kisses and cuddles you could ever imagine but the next day you might not being able to talk to me or even see me."

"I'll go M.I.A and isolate myself from the world at any time, with no warning. I shut down without any reason."

"I might not be there for you when you needed me the most. I might abandon you when all you wanted for me to stay."

"Worst part about it is I won't feel sorry for what I did because I can barely feel anything during those time."

But he insisted to try.

Maybe it was the sudden surge of passion when he met her but he was determined that they could make it work.

So, try they did.

As his relationship with Gail progresses, his and y/n's started to astray. He noticed y/n has been keeping her distance with him since he got together with Gail.

She had been cooped up in her room more often. There was a gradual changes in their schedule. Lesser trips to the corndog stall that y/n was obsessed with, canceled trips on visiting Alpine, the cute little kitten they have been eyeing at the adoption center, and almost none of the late night coffee trips.

He missed her.

From her annoying laugh to her odd habit of scratching things in her sleep.

Her smile, her voice, her presence.

He missed all of it.

He missed her.

Which was why Bucky thought it was better to talk it out with her. Maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding that needed to be clear out.

It took just single knock before Bucky intrude himself into Y/N's room, "Hey, y/n I don't want to disturb you but can we..." Bucky's sentence did not managed to end with a period, thus his words was instead left hanging just like his mouth.

"Oh, wow."

For a moment there, Bucky literally forgot how to breath. It was as if the reality around him was deteriorating, leaving just the perfect view of Y/N. For a split second, his gaze seemed to dilated into a trance, slowly getting bewitched by the beauty before him.

Bucky was so captivated by how, almost sinfully, beautiful Y/N looked in that dress, he didn't notice his own girlfriend was standing right next to her.

Gail carefully slide her way towards Bucky as she prompted, "So... what do you think, Buck? Gorgeous isn't she?" A dreamy sigh escaped from Gail's lips as she admire the woman in front of her.

"Yes. Yes, she is."

Those were the words Bucky wanted to say but his mouth wasn't listening to his heart, rather it followed his head, "I didn't know you were coming over, honey." Bucky arms reached towards Gail as he scooped her close to him, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

It was subtle but if they paid enough attention, they could see how Y/N's gaze quickly shifted downwards to her feet. Her teeth sunk between the insides of her left cheek as an effort to distract herself from the thunderstorm within her chest. A little bit more force on her teeth would've tore her up and left her bleeding from the inside.

How much longer she must be in this torment? How much suffering her heart needs to endure until it adapt to the pain? She's tired of the ache in her chest but at the same time she can't help it when her heart yearn for a love that's never going to be hers.

"Well? Is she not goddamn beautiful?" Gail playfully slapped Bucky's arm, demanding her question to be answered.

"I mean..." Bucky stuttered to find words. Especially when those round doe eyes of Y/N's spark with anticipation.

All those milliseconds of time Bucky had to think of an appropriate, truthful answer but somehow he only come up with, "...i guess, you could do better."

Idiot.

Straight up dumb.

Bucky immediately regret his words when the gleam in Y/N's eyes suddenly faded; turning into something cold and stoic.

Gail huffed in denial, before taking Y/N's side, "Then you sir, need to check your eyes because she's absolutely stunning". Y/N gave a small smile as Gail pulled her for a side hug.

"Why are you dressed up anyway?" Bucky wanted change the topic before he said something stupid again.

There was a noticeable pause on Y/N's side as he asked, as if she was unwilling to tell him. However, the reluctantcy only arouses his curiosity.

Y/N turned around and faced the mirror. As she fixed the necklace near her collarbone, she made an eye contact with Bucky through his reflection and answered, "I have a date."

Something shifted in the air; as if it was getting heavier, sturdier.

"Who's the guy?" Bucky was clearly not amused with the idea. It barely filtered through his stern tone.

"Daniel. One of the SHIELD agent I worked with before." Y/N noticed how his expression morphed into a frown.

"Why is he making that face? "

Bucky seethed, "That douchebag? Really y/n?" There's a hint of disappointment in his voice; like how a father would scold his daughter of doing something stupid.

And that ticked her off.

She's a grown-ass woman; she can do whatever she wants, date whoever she wants. None of it was Bucky's concern.

"What do you mean?" Annoyance flowed through her tone.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he recognized that name.

Daniel.

That scumbag whose always staring at her. And not in a cute, crush-like way. There's nothing innocent about the way he stare at Y/N's ass and boobs, or always finding excuses to touch her.

However, Y/N has been oblivious to it since Bucky had always been with her.

Since when did that douche got close to Y/N? How did he managed to get Y/N agree to go to a fucking date with him? More importantly, how did Bucky not know all of this?

There was this uncontrollable, unexplainable rage within Bucky that he was unable to contain; like a venomous poison it seeped through his head, "Are you that needy to even consider going out with such scum? Come on, y/n. You're being naive, it's ridiculous." Bucky scoffed as his tone laced with scorn and mockery.

Gail gasped in complete shock, "What is wrong with you, Bucky? That's not--"

"That's not fair. How can you have the luxury to fall in love and lived happily ever after while I have to continue to break and break, again and again?"

"Ridiculous? Am I a fucking joke to you, Bucky?!" Y/N could hold back her own anger as she turned towards him. His face remained the way that it is; red and furious and he was not willing to put his ego down either.

"You know what?" Y/N swerved towards the bed, "I am going to go this date with Daniel, whether you like or not..." She took her purse on the edge of the mattress, "...and I am going to enjoy every second of it!"

"Thanks, Gail. I really appreciate your help today." Y/N smiled as she briefly took Gail's hands into hers. Blinking in confusion, Gail replied, "Y-yeah.. sure--" though her speech was cut short when Y/N interrupted.

"And you!" Y/N shot a glare towards Bucky before marching towards him, "You can go fuck yourself." She clashed her shoulders into Bucky's before walking out her own room.

Bucky gritted his teeth; his jaw clenched in pure vexation as his frown grew deeper.

Looking at her very angry looking boyfriend, Gail let out a tired sigh, "Why would you say such thing to her, Bucky?

Why did he say those things?

He could explain it much better way, knowing that he had plausible reason to why he thinks she should not go to this date.

But, why did he not do that?

Why did he lash out and spat those hurtful things to her?

Even Bucky himself was not sure why.

After that Bucky spent the rest of the night at the gym, and this was the third punching bag that he had completely destroyed. He could see his girlfriend coming in from the corner of his eyes, with an emergency kit in her hand.

She sat at a nearby bench before, "Bucky sweetheart, come here." Gail softly asked him sit with her.

Despite the grunts and gruffs that slipped from his lips, he still obeyed her; though partially was because she had been sternly staring at him.

Gail gently remove his boxing glove of his right hand, then lo and behold his knuckles was crushed and bloodied.

"The wrappings is there for a reason, you know?" She knew he would this; especially when he is guided by rage. Bucky remained silent, knowing that if he did not control his anger first; then he would probably do the same thing he did to Y/N again.

There was a comfortable silence as Gail was tending his wounds. Bucky looked down at her, focusing on cleaning the wounds. She was always careful and tender while handling Bucky; as if she was taking care of a child.

"You love her, don't you?" Gail calmly asked as she started to wrap Bucky's hand.

The question caught him by surprise, "What do you mean?"

She chuckled softly, "y/n. You love her. Am I right?" she reclarify.

It didn't need a genius to figure out how Bucky truly feels about Y/N. Even if he himself if not aware of his own feelings.

But she can see right through him.

She noticed how attentive was Bucky towards y/n. How he looked at her; like she's his whole world. How every single thing he does somehow relates back to Y/N; and he cannot go by a day without mentioning her name in their any conversation. How peaceful looked when y/n is anywhere near him.

She noticed every single one of those detail.

"Of couse, I do. It's y/n we're talking about here." Bucky replied as-matter-of-factly. Though there was some truth in his answer but it was not all.

Gail shook her head lightly as she holds Bucky's wounded hand in hers, "No, Bucky. You love her." Her brows crunched into a pleading curve as her gaze turned gentle.

Bucky frowned in confusion; he looked down at his hand where her thumb caressing his knuckles and he thought back all the moments he spent with y/n.

From the very first day he met her, on those nights she stayed with him, through thick and thin, her eyes on his, her smile on his cheek, her laugh in his arms, her voice in his ears, her skin on left arm, everything flashed through him so fast until a single moment when he realizes.

"I love her."

Gail recognized the glint his eyes, "And she loves you too, Buck." She coaxed.

The frown on his face turned into a shock as she spoke. Even if Y/N does love him, what does that mean?

"What are you saying?"

"Go." Her voice were somehow calmer than she was supposed to speak in such a dire situation.

Bucky knew what she meant; he knew what those eyes were telling him, "Gail, you--"

She cut him before he could say anything, "We did agree to see where will this take us..." her smiled was somehow bitter-sweet, "And I guess this is our end of the line."

A hit of pain struck Bucky's heart, "You don't have to do this." His left hand raised to tenderly cupped her cheeks; it was warm. Unlike his winter cold hand, she was warm. Like the soft heat from the morning sun.

She placed her hand on top of his as she craved a reassuring smile, "I want to."

And that broke Bucky's heart. And it broke for her.

He loved Gail.

All the feelings he felt for her was real. As real as the feelings he felt for Y/N. The only difference was he didn't realized he was in love with Y/N, but he did with Gail.

"And to be honest, I'm not sure I can keep up with the emotional commitments, I'm always M.I.A and lost in my own head..."

As Gail starts to ramble, Bucky wasn't hearing any of it. His eyes stings and his vision blurred.

There was only so much any man can handle.

There was joy in realizing his was in love with Y/N but there was also agony in knowing he had to break Gail's heart. Unable to hold back his emotions anymore, his tears finally broke out.

She was prepared not to cry today but seeing Bucky like this; who wouldn't tear up, right?

"Hey hey hey, I'll be okay. We'll be okay." She placed her palm on Bucky's cheeks, wiping away the tears with her thumb as she lead his gaze to her own.

"Bucky, listen to me. I don't want you feeling like you're alone." she cooed, her eyes had gotten glassy as tears filled within them. "You deserve so much more than what I can offer you, do you understand?" Bucky can simply nod as he feels like his voice will betray him.

"Good." Gail closed her eyes and leaned into a kiss. A soft innocent kiss on his forehead, as their tears fall on each other's bare skin, "Now, go get your girl."

<< Part I || Part III >>

Read my other works here: Masterlist

A/N: Feel free to leave some feedback behind! And what do you think of Gail? I thought it'd be nice to have a different characteristics for her instead of the cliche 'bitchy and rude' girlfriend.

There's no actual taglist. So, I only include those who reblogged with comments and/or commented on the previous part. However, do tell if you want or do not want to be tagged.

Taglist: @ghostofwinter @angstysebfan @erinallene @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @paarthurnax59 @nomajdetective @kentokaze @dexter99 @nana1000night @prettyinpink350

#winterarmyyfics #behind the facades au #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #avenger!bucky #bucky angst

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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HELLOOO 👋👋

can you do where Miles kisses reader but reader doesn't kiss back to tease him... when Miles pulled back and reader wipes her lips..

+i really love your one shots,, they got me giggling and sht 🤭

HI ANON 🫶🫶🫶 okay, so i'm not entirely sure if i did this one right, I HOPE I DID....... also i saw your other message, AND DW ABOUT IT, IT'S OKAYYYY we all make mistakes <:DD you're welcome here any time :3

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

just one kiss, that's all

"whaddya think, that was pretty good, no?" he asked you with a cheeky grin on his face as his mask was pulled upwards just a little bit. you weren't impressed in the slightest, or at least, that's how you wanted it to seem. you shrugged. "it was okay, morales." you said as he paced around the ceiling for a little, chuckling to himself at your apathetic response. "it's like you weren't even there and don't believe me! i'm telling you, that crook was getting nowhere near my lover." he said as he sauntered over to you as you sat down on your bed, looking up at him and raising an eyebrow, pouting your lips and keeping your arms crossed over your chest. "i can handle myself just fine, morales. you gotta worry about yourself." you said as he looked into your eyes lovingly with a lopsided grin on his face, because he knew you agreed to this little bet you two made, and miles doesn't forget rewards from his hard work so easily.

miles placed a hand on your cheek and smirked to himself as you gave no reaction, you were completely and utterly giving him silent and poker face treatment. "what's mi corazon doing now, hmm? you know, you're super cute when you smile and chuckle at my stupid stunts sometimes... but you pouting to them is much cuter." he teased you, to which you fake groaned at. "whatever, it isn't worth you getting scuffed up. even if you're spider man, you're still a boy." "correction, a man." he joked as he smiled wider at you. "the day you'll be a man is the day you get kisses from me without having to save me after i call for you." you said with a smirk up at him to match his confidence at that moment.

miles laughed a little as he neared your face. "now, come on, can't we get on with it, babe? i love you a whole lot, that's why i saved you. not just to... to feel your lips on mine, y'know..." he said as he ran a hand through your hair and got a little flustered in the face, and so did you, and you couldn't shake it off. "no. you put yourself in danger, you weren't in your suit when you saved me–" "but i saved you nonetheless, didn't i, mi amor?" he asked you with an eyebrow raise. "our bet was that you'd kiss me the minute i saved you, and it was in a minute. no rules were stated that i had to be in the suit." he said, and he had a point, but you turned away from him with an unwavering poker face. "still, i can't reward risky behavior; not even for you, morales." you said with a stern tome in your voice.

"you promised... come on, please don't leave your friendly neighborhood spider man all alone with unkissed lips..." miles whined, to which you took in a deep breath. you sighed, and looked at him, who was looking at you desperately for that reward of his that he so badly deserved. you caved, he was too cute for you to say no to.

"...fine." you said, finally giving in, as miles gasped in delight. "yes!" he exclaimed to himself softly. "okay, i promise i won't chicken out this time." he said as he cupped your face, and slowly... he kissed you, his lips were soft against yours. you held back all your urges to kiss him back, though, because even if you let him kiss you, you weren't going to fully reward him for his recklessness for a mere kiss.

as miles pulled away, he looked at you expectantly in your eyes for something, anything--any indication that you reciprocated his love, his emotions towards you. he smiled awkwardly, "love?" he called out for you. "come on now, don't be like that..." trying to fluster you, trying to flirt with you, to get you embarrassed for him, but all he was greeted with was your stoic expression, your unchanging, stoic expression.

the worst part was when you wiped his kiss off your lips, with him witnessing you doing so. you folded your arms in front of your chest again. "what?" you asked him in a slightly irritated voice when he didn't say anything after you did that. you turned to look at him, and he was on the verge of sobbing. "mi cielo... babe, what'd i do wrong? i just... i'd always save you, if this whole thing is about that, y'know... i'm sorry..." he said in a soft voice as he placed his hands on either sides of your face, his eyes going wider, sadder, and filling with tears knowing you didn't want to kiss him back. you sighed, and soon, you cracked a small smile. "i'm sorry, miles." you finally said as you placed your hands on his face now. "i can't reward stupid behavior, you know that." "but it wasn't stupid, you were in trouble. with or without the suit, as spider man or as miles morales, i'll always save you."

and that... that made you realize. that made you realize miles didn't care about the bet, about getting a kiss from you or showing off--he really wanted to save you that day because he knew you were in trouble, even if it jeopardized him and his identity as spider man. "really?" you asked him as you ran a thumb over his cheek. "really." he said, and soon, you pulled him in close to give him what he's needed all this time--the feeling of your lips against his. since miles wasn't the best teaser in the world and was easy to give in when it came to you, you felt him kiss you back, and it was an adoring, sweet sensation--the feeling of his soft lips against yours was enough to tell you that he genuinely loved you, more than any other boy had before towards you.

as he pulled away, he looked back at you, his face flustered so badly--and he smiled widely again. though his eyes looked glassy because of how he was almost about to cry at your teasing because he thought you didn't love him anymore, his anxiety was replaced with long overdue relief. "i love you, miles." you told him as he kissed your forehead. "and i love you, so... so much." he replied as he rested his forehead against yours, just feeling you near him, loving how near you are--how you're within reach of him, how he can just love you and it'd all be so right to both of you, despite the stunts he does to protect you;

because he loves you.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @fictarian @zalayni @q2ie

#miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales fluff #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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hi, i first want to say that i absolutely love your writing !! i was wondering if you could write daughter of poseidon x leo valdez hc ?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs

content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs warning: language, tbh i went kinda crazy with the silly goofiness but i have no shame author's note: YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT MY THEORIES???? IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ABOUT MY THEORIES- im so sorry for the person this request turned me into

ALL TIME FAV ALL TIME FAV ALL TIME FAVE ALL TIME FAVE

sorry, minor possession, moving on

ALL TIME FAVE ALL TIME FAV-

its not funny, i apologize

no but fr, i live for this shit

this is me core at it's finest

if you can't tell, all the long fics for leo are x daughter of poseidon bc i am obsessed with myself and i deserve it

my blog i run it how i want

bitch

STOP GETTING SIDE TRACKED

okay, okay, so this man met you at your absolute worst

HEAR ME OUT LEMME FINISH

im sorry but your brother, the light of your life, is missing and your just supposed to be like??fine??

no, girly is going through it

nightmares, sleepless nights, grief, no more eating for her too much guilt

who knows the last time percy had a good meal? who knows the last time percy slept on a bed? who knows if percy is even alive?

you get where her mind was??

yeah, and then tweedle dee here shows up

bro is like, is that attractive young woman sad? i shall fix this with humor and charm

and he rides off into the sunset

no but okay hes hang about you and says something to make you laugh and he doesn't think anything of it, going back to what he was doing

but then later, annabeth grabs him with tears in her eyes and is like

"that's the first time she's laughed since he's been gone. we've all missed y/n, thank you for bringing her back."

bro is GUTTED

and the determined to never let you go another day without laughing for the rest of your life

i liked to imagine that he is not exactly the biggest fan of the water, being a texas boy born and raised he has no need to cool down

it's legit 110 degrees out and bro is like 'why are you whining about the heat?? i'm actually kinda chilly, could you grab me a sweater?"

so, while you surf and play in the water, he just sits on the beach and tinkers away

every time you come back and plant a salty kiss on his lips, he's got a new gift for you

you name it, he's made it.

rings? duh

necklaces? obvi

metal hair ties that don't tug hair out and also don't give you a headache?

do you even have to ask at this point??

and when leo meets percy he's all nervous bc in his mind he's like 'future brother in law. must impress.'

so he's like "your sister is super cool and hot-...wait-"

"what did you just say?" percy questions, hoping it was his amnesia making him hear things

"yeah, what did you just say? you think i'm hot?" you question, all blushy and cute

"so i did hear that correctly. cool, cool, cool. i'd start running, btw," percy cuts in, causally, producing a sword as leo ran away like a cartoon character

don't worry, they grow to love each other

their favorite pass time is to gang up on you, don't worry.

these two working together to prank your ass?? yeah, it's done for.

leo just brings out the best of the daugther of the sea and everyone can see it

and everyone's grateful to him for bringing the bubbly girl back from the deep end

DEAR GOD WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN I DESERVE IT I'VE BEEN GOOD- AASHDIUASDHEWUIRHBSD (that's the sound of me throwing up my liver btw okay gg bye bye)

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo fandom #hoo #leo valdez x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #leo valdez

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yuri-is-online · 7 months

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Congratulations! If it’s alright, for the event could I have prompt 6 with Riddle, Floyd, and Idia. Thank you!

6. Crowley has decided to put together a murder mystery for the whole ball and you've been the first one "killed." Whoever is playing detective seems really upset about that.

Hello hello! Thank you so much for your patience with me (シ. .)シ In place of Floyd we have Ortho per your request, I hope you enjoy it friend.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, this was a really fun line up of characters and I really should write for Ortho more, he deserves all the friends in the world. The other requests can be found on my masterlist.

Riddle

Riddle is not fully aware of his reputation. He knows he has one of course, but he is very much under the impression that this reputation is a good one. He very much thinks that the glances going back and forth right now are because the other NRC students know just how intelligent Riddle Rosehearts is and that they stand no chance at winning this game when Heartslabyul's academic reputation is on the line. Because clearly

The steam pouring out of his ears and vein popping free from his skull are not something he is remotely aware of as he stomps through the crowd searching for- well he doesn't really know what. The Headmage had very pointedly said that wild accusations were not allowed in this game.

"The detective only has one chance to make the correct guess, so please make sure you are confident when you make your submission!"

The ballroom is filled with potential suspects, and it's not like he saw who tapped Yuu on the back to single them as their first choice. Really he can't decide what was more brazen, snatching them away while he was literally holding their hand or choosing to pick on the only person who wouldn't complain. The music pauses just as Riddle has managed to get some sort of baring on his surroundings, indicating he was once again too late.

"Our killer strikes again! Our second victim for tonight is Trey Clover, would you please set aside your mask and step up to the balcon-" The headmage's words are drowned out once again, but Riddle's not angry anymore. Frustrated certainly, but not mad, if he didn't know any better he would assume the killer was deliberately targeting him.

"Aww Goldfishie." Floyd has the audacity to look dissapointed, as if his favorite people were getting picked off and not Riddle's. "Aren't you gonna scream a whole bunch over Sea Turtle like you did with Little Shrimpy?"

"I did not scream." He crosses his arms and a bit of amusement returns to Floyd's face.

"Did too. It was really loud and super funny, everybody heard it." Floyd is provoking him on purpose, Riddle looks up towards Yuu to ground himself, but his scowl only deeps when he sees them giggling over something Trey's said.

"Excuse me but I really don't have time to waste talking to you." Both Floyd and Riddle are surprised at how certain he sounds, though one of them is certainly more disappointed. "I need to get back to my... friends and this game is getting in the way of that."

"Aww you're not going to scream any more at all?" Floyd doesn't bother looking up at the balcony, boredom turning his attention away from his role just as Riddle is finally hitting his stride with his. "Fine here," a card is thrown at him that he barely manages to catch, "I don't wanna play anymore if you aren't gonna be fun about it."

"Wait! That's against the rules you can't just-" Floyd is already gone and the Headmage already announcing the game over before Riddle can even think about how not actually upset he is. He feels small, useless, robbed of yet another chance to be normal even if Floyd's behavior is sort of normal for the school. Why can't he just get out of his own head for long enough to have fun? He promised his dorm, he promised Yuu, that he would try, didn't he?

"Riddle?" Speaking of Yuu, they've come straight to him, the trace of a smile is still there even if it's been dropped in favor of concern. "You ok? Did you not have fun?"

"Fun." It's a strange word. He doesn't really think he understands the appeal.

"I'm just annoyed with Floyd's behavior." He crosses his arms, but he is surprised to find that he's smiling. "But no matter, are you ok? Sitting around can't have been fun." You shrug.

"Well it was fun to watch you once Trey told me you were the detective, we were rooting for you!" And just like that the strange disappointment is back. There's pride and affection in your look he hasn't rightfully earned through the rules of the game. But perhaps, he thinks idly as you make no move to leave and stay chatting with him against the backdrop of the party, he was lucky enough to have it from the start.

Ortho

"Night One, the town has elected me Sheriff to address the serial killer preying on our people. Oh or should it be a werewolf? Pity the headmage didn't say..." It's always a bit strange to see Ortho "frown" but tonight it feels extra serious. This Masquerade was his first school event as a full Night Raven first year, AND he had made his own costume. You all had actually, Ace had suggested your little group make them together so you would be able to easily spot each other in case of emergency. And to make things even more extra important, Crowley had decided to assign him (you are pretty sure it was actually random but Ortho was so excited you didn't bother to say) the role of detective in his murder mystery game. You shouldn't be surprised that he was so eager to win, but it was still such a cute sight that you couldn't help but be a bit excited.

"I don't think it's against the rules to pretend the killer's a werewolf, actually that's one of the things we call this game in my world." You really hate adding that caveat onto the end of things, it makes you feel like an annoying old person who can't understand that times have changed. But Ortho never minds when you do, it's more data for him to catalogue and this tidbit seems to really excite him.

"Oh really?! I thought you said it was called 'Town of Salem?' That was how you pronounced it right?" You really should not be surprised Ortho remembers you telling him about a video game, but the mention of it still surprises you.

"Oh no that's just a computer game version of it. Sort of..." You don't want to waste more of the boy detective's time explaining the concept of the Mafia to him, the last time you tried something like that he had started calling Azul "oyabun" and you both had been made to "apologize" by waxing the Lounge's floors.

"Aww so I don't need to record what I do each night?" Thankfully Ortho doesn't push it further and just bounces back to his normal happy self with a shake of the head. "That's ok, I'll do it anyway! It'll keep me from wanting to review the security cameras hehe." And with that he bows and flies into the crowd, eager to start collecting clues and fulfill his duty as the "long arm of the law." You salute him just as someone taps you on the shoulder and the music pauses.

"And our killer strikes!" Crowley is the one saying it but you can almost hear it in Ortho's voice being added to his notes. "Yuu whatever your last name is I didn't write it down did I please set aside your mask and make your way up to the balcony!" The music resumes as you make your way off the dance floor, making sure to stick out your tongue at Ace who makes fake crying motions as you go.

"Night Two, we lost the prefect! That's just not going to fly with this Sheriff in town..." Ortho stops to consider his movements as the music begins again. Yuu had been "killed" approximately thirteen point two seconds after he left to survey the scene. That means the killer would have to be someone who was around them at the start of the game, either directly next to them or within a brief walking distance. And since they had been bold enough to "kill" just in front of the detective they would have walked away almost immediately, wanting to put as much distance between themselves and the scene of the crime as possible.

"IT WAS YOU!" Ortho joyfully yells, sternly pointing at an extremely surprised Pomefiore student, who drops his incriminating card in shock. Ortho gleefully snatches it up as you begin to make your way down the stairs to congratulate him, something that turns into a sprint as soon as you see the gathering magical energy. "Now awfully sorry partner but this town just ain't big enough for the two of us!"

"No bad Ortho! No lasers! And that's the wrong movie genre!!!!"

"Aw I was just kidding~" Ortho has the audacity to giggle and hit his head in another wrong genre move "If the ballroom goes away we won't be able to play again, right?" Oh you really wish you could explain why him saying that sounds so creepy without sounding insane.

Idia

"What a fucking drag." Idia pities the poor fool who decided to let him keep his tablet during the ball. So what if Ortho was technically another "player," did they really think that meant he didn't have access to the security cameras? It was literally taking him seconds to ID their stupid ass and then this it was going to be GAME OVER. This was always going to be the outcome, no matter who the killer was as soon as they were unfortunate enough to have to face off against him.

So why are his hands shaking so badly?

Yuu is standing confused about what to do, looking around for Mr. Grim probably, he can't help but zoom in on their face, thumb pausing the video as he runs it over their cheek before flinching back to the feed. They speak briefly to their friends before deciding to move towards the edges of the ballroom, looking to get away from the people probably, it's a feeling he knows well. Before they can make it to safety, Cater taps them on the shoulder and the music pauses as they sigh. Maybe they're disappointed at being the first one out, but Idia can't help but feel like they expected it. It sort of makes sense that the magicless one would be the first to go, like deleting irrelevant lines of code. It's fitting in more ways than they know.

"Fork it over." Idia is glad that he's taller than Cater, who seems really surprised that he's listening to his actual voice and not his tablet. The extra inches and flaming hair is really giving him a boost to moral even if he is going to go right back to hating himself for it later. "And don't play dumb I know you're the killer."

"Aww really?" Cater looks slightly annoyed, his finger comes up to twirl one of his annoyingly perfectly messy locks of hair. "#sad, I thought I made off with the Prefect perfectly." He hands over the card and Idia rolls his eyes, he had a speech he wanted to give. Something really cringey clowning on just how stupid Cater had to be to think he was going to get away with-

"Idia!" Yuu manages to tug him away from that train of thought, they must really have booked it here fast with just how breathlessly they called his name. They smile and give him a shakey thumbs up, something that would normally send him into cardiac arrest but doesn't effect him much at all to his surprise. The strange emotion he felt earlier, the one that is still making his hands shakey, is overriding any logical thought or normal behavior forcing him forward towards you rather than back into the shadows. "I just wanted to say good job! I mean I really shouldn't be surprised that you won so fast but it was still really co-" His shakey hand finds purchase on your neck, brutally aware that it's still un-gloved forcing skin to skin contact that he knows will be stuck in his brain for weeks to come. Sure, he should probably just have Ortho do a scan rather than look you over himself, technology doesn't make mistakes, or asses situations off of impulse. But he knows, even if he still asks Ortho to check on you later, that no amount of data would ever reassure him. He needed to feel the strangely fast beat of your heart himself.

"Sorry." Idia doesn't stutter, nor does he pull his hand away. "Can you just... stay like this with me. Just for a little longer." You simply nod, stay still not bothering to close the gap between you so as to allow Idia his space but relax into his touch enough to assure him that he is welcome to do it himself.

If he was forced to tell the truth and not spew his pessimistic drivel, Yuu's care and understanding would be what Idia would say he liked most about them. He didn't say he was afraid of them dying, but they heard him all the same.

When you are ready I am here. And while he might not be ready to say anything out loud, he can say it in the tender way he holds onto you for the rest of the night.

#twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #idia shroud x reader #ortho shroud #500 followers celebration #idk if kids still play town of salem or if it still is up #but let me tell you nothing beats winning the game for the town as the veteran?#idk #what that class with the gun that can go on alert is #but no among us is what went viral -_-

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 9 months

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Hello! Could you possibly do Secondo with a super affectionate reader?

Secondo deserves all the affection and kisses honestly

Secondo I feel is probably the most touch starved out of him, Primo, and Terzo

That's not to say the others aren't also touch starved, but where Primo and Terzo worked through that, Secondo threw himself into his work for the Ministry the moment he started moving up in the ranks because of pressure to impress and prove hismelf

As a Cardinal, he was used to siblings of sin preferring to throw themselves at Primo because of his status as Papa or at Terzo because he was more of a flirt and indulged in sin much easier without any care for possibly disappointing Nihil

And of course, growing up with Nihil as your father and with an absent mother he didn't experience much affection or receive the attention his brothers did

So, naturally he craves affection

But he knows that many of the siblings are only interested in him for the sex and his powerful influence as one of the Emeritus brothers rather than wanting anything meaningful or real

And then you came along

He expected you to be just another one night stand who'd sneak out before he woke up the next morning

But to his complete and utter shock, the next morning he woke up to your arms wrapped around him and your face buried in his neck as you cuddled him

He told himself that perhaps this was a fluke and that if you stayed another night you'd sneak out the next morning like everyone else does

But that didn't happen

You stuck around and he found waking up in your warm embrace incredibly addictive

He'd long given up on finding something substantial, but you made him hope that he could have what he longed for for so long

You shower him with kisses constantly and he cherishes every single one

You hold his hand, hug him, cuddle him, put your arm around him, run your hands over his head, lay your head in his lap or his head in your lap

And he greedily accepts every touch, every brush of skin or physical contact

And of course he's affectionate and tactile with you in return

When you eventually realise that this is something entirely new for him and that you're the first and only serious romantic relationship he's ever had in his life, you make it your mission to ensure he knows you and your affection aren't going anywhere

He's stuck with you and your endless supply of love, adoration, and affection until the end of time

And he's so unbelievably happy with that

If he ever senses that you're worried about how affectionate you are or if other siblings - or Satan forbid his brothers - make fun of you for it he will rain hellfire down on them

He refuses to let you change who you are or your affection levels because of opinions that don't matter in the long run

#secondo #papa emeritus ii #secondo x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #the band ghost #headcanons #headcanon requests

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jamil-s-wifey · 9 months

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Yaaayyy new twst blog :D welcome to the twst fam lol, may i request sum basic pining hcs for heartslabyul? Thank you 🙏

Awwweeeeeee! Thank you so much for the warm welcoming!! And I apologise for this long-lasting delay! Alas, life isn't always helpful with time management... I'm so glad to have finally kicked off this blog after lurking in the twist tag on Tumblr for like 2 years... And another 1 of having no time ...Yeah. N e ways, I'm so happy somebody requested Heartslabyul! I have some sugary sweetness for Deuce, which I was dying to write! I hope you enjoy the read!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle swears, that he is treating you no different than any other student. That, of course, is a farce, but god forbid anybody tells him so. What do you mean he is more lenient? No he's not.

That is until you accidentally break a rule and he lets it slide with a sigh and a pat on the head? A PAT? ON THE HEAD?! FrOM THE DORM LEADER OF HEARTSLABYUL?!

Aside from his apparent softness, he also goes above and beyond to offer his help whenever needed. Homework troubles? Study dates. Ramshackle problems? He's ALREADY storming into Crowley's office. Caught the cold? Prepare to be treated with just the right medicine and just the right warm herbal tea. Oh no. He insists to help. No, it is of no bother to him.

His pining is the respectful, gentlemanly pining. In his eyes, you are his treasure. His love is also very pure and even a simple brush of the shoulders would make his heart skip a beat.

Ace Trappola

Everytime you talk about something that you like, he would be looking at you as if you were a shooting star in the night aky. He would have the warmest, most lovestruck gaze you'll ever see. (which of course you don't notice, otherwise it MIGHT just not be pining anymore 👀) He'd totally hide it of course.

His pining consists of him constantly trying to impress you. Why don't you go cheer him on during basketball practice? "Hey, hey y/n! Look at this!" He then proceeds to try a new parkour trick. Did he succeed? Yes. Did he accidentally scrape his knee when landing? Also yes. Did you end up patching him up? Of course. And he was bathing in attention.

His pining is annoying, but loving. The "Hey, I know it's like 2am, but I have about a dozen bags of popcorn. We're pulling an all-nighter." You don't ask how and why, you just roll with it.

His goal is to make you laugh. Everytime you laugh at one of his jokes, he puffs out his chest and mentally, and sometimes physically, pats his shoulder. And he just can't help but smile himself.

"You're super pretty y'know?"

Deuce Spade

Oh the poor poor baby. He already has a hard time expressing his emotions, imagine having a crush. He'd be constantly bashful around you, speaking in a very soft manner to you, occasionally stuttering, especially when TRYING to give you a compliment.

"Oh...you want us to walk together to class? Yes of course! I mean- sure. Yes. Okay. Great. "

His pining is simultaneously childlike in nature, and very mature. Innocent glances and rosy cheeks, carrying your stuff, or *insisting* to do it, constantly making sure you're okay, you're comfortable, you're good.

Everytime you would study together, he'd casually scoot closer, just a little bit, just to feel the closure. He hasn't had any experience with love, so these feelings are very new for him. His pining comes in the form of inspiration - to be the best possible version of himself, for you and your future. So pat him on the head, kiss his cheek and tell him he's doing a good job. He deserves it, doesn't he?

Trey Clover

Trey has always been shown as the perfect, slightly more domestic man, who'd treat you with homemade sweets and care for you. And while he would, there is a lot more than meets the eye.

I feel like his pining would consist of clever flirtation, usually followed by a quiet chuckle. You never truly know if this is real flirting, or just him being very charming. (spoiler alert: it's both) And the worst part about it is that he gets you every time.

He'd care for you in ways too tender to be considered out of pure friendship, yet keep you at JUST enough of a distance to leave you questioning, WHILE also throwing flirtatious remarks at you.

His pining is shown through gentle touches and charming smiles, teasing good-natured remarks and a lot of healthy communication. If he sees that you're responding positively to his small yet meaningful advances, he'd get over himself rather quickly and ask you out. He's a down to earth guy with a down to earth heart.

Cater Diamond

Oof, a mess.

No really. Carter's mind and heart are at a standstill. Because obviously you wouldn't like the real him, right? He should move on and continue doing what he does best, but also..... It sounds so nice, holding hands, being highschool sweethearts, posting couple selfies, having somebody to confide in.....

His pining is hard, and nearly unbearable for him, long and arduous. He often stares at you and if you're extra vigilant, you'll notice how sometimes his gaze doesn't quite reach you. His mind is running laps, and his heart is like a beat drum.

And sometimes, just sometimes, his carefully created façade drops and suddenly, that stare turns so deep, piercing, longing. Only to be laughed off moments later.

His laugh around you may be loud, but his gentle smiles are very real, and reserved just for you.

Thank you for reading! Hopefully you enjoyed ♥️

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jacevelaryonswife · 1 year

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► How would they be on a date? — Modern Headcanons 「AU」

pairing: Aegon Targaryen | Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader (the famous big three).

a/n: I usually don't detail reader's appearance to try to cover a larger number of people. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.

warnings: mentions of sex.

Modern headcanons masterlist!

— Aegon ↺

The first thing to settle: Most of the time Aegon invites girls on a date he just wants casual sex. However, there are certain exceptions.

Asking girls out was never a problem. He's attractive, cool and knows how to flirt like nobody else.

And what did he usually follow as his mantra on dates? Nice and expensive place, look good visually and ALWAYS pay the bill.

Aegon would pick you up at home with his impressive car and cocky posture. He's a bitch and knows how to take advantage of it. His hand would land on your thigh eventually, and if you reacted well, he'd squeeze your skin with a smirk on his lips and keep his hand there until you reached your destination.

He doesn't hide it as well as he thinks he does about getting in your pants, which can be a problem for some girls who want something serious — he usually ignores this type.

But you're a smart girl who knows his intentions. Going on a date with Aegon means stepping up the waxing and buying extra condoms. The guy is really a thing in bed.

He flirts most of the date, but he's also funny and enjoys (or pretends to) listen to you talk. When it comes to his life, we can say that he is quite wealthy and carefree.

Aegon doesn't think he's the type of guy who needs to objectively and persistently flirt to get you, but that's exactly who he is in the end (sometimes almost inconvenient).

At the end of the date he takes you to his incredibly modern and cool apartment, and once you're through the door he's going to be a fucking tease.

Aegon likes to tease, play, and guide you in bed. He finger your clit to drive you crazy, pinch your breasts and devour your neck like a thirsty man. He likes to have fun with your body and feel the squeeze when you come. It's sexy and he loves to see your face curl with pleasure.

There's a high chance he'll ask you to fuck your ass.

Usually he doesn't see a problem if a girl stays by a night — he even likes to sleep cuddling. And you find out he's a really heavy sleeper.

— Jace ↺

Our boy Jace is the dream date. It took a while for him to ask you out for fear of taking things too quickly, but when he did, oh, wait for something really good.

Like a true gentleman, he stopped by your house to pick you up and took care to choose a romantic and cool place who you don’t know, or somewhere of your preference/suggestion.

He is concerned and cute in trying to make you comfortable. Jace can handle girls, but he's not as confident (or bold) as Aegon.

He's charming, funny, and sets out to entertain you and make you laugh all night long — and he really does.

It's one of the best dates you'll ever have, and at the end of the night neither of you wants to leave. Therefore, there is a high possibility that you will go somewhere nice and beautiful in the middle of the night.

A beach, a busy street, something aesthetic that will stay in your memory.

He doesn't want to be another guy who walks into your life to fuck you up and walk away. Definitely not.

Jace doesn't feel like he needs to sleep with you at the end of the date, as if all goes well he'll probably call you again, but if you want to he is game. He hates the thought of having sex with you in his car — after all, you deserve a better seat — but if you tease him it really can happen and he gets super horny watching you ride him fast and hard.

In a bed he would be gentle and would probably be on top all warm, red and anxious above you. He couldn't be cuter when he smiles affectionately before sliding into you, and you'll swear he's so sexy when he closes his eyes and focuses on the moment.

It's a magical night and he loves it when you hug him after sex as he hugs you back and plants kisses and caresses on your face, hair and shoulder. The next day he smiles at you openly and kisses your forehead, and he's sure there will be more dates with you.

— Aemond ↺

A date with Aemond is a social experiment.

If he asked you out it's because he's really interested in you (focus on the word really, it’s important).

He's mysterious and reserved and at first you think he's not your type, but then boom, you were totally into him.

Aemond isn't as comfortable (or incovinient) with girls as Aegon or Jace, so he does his best to hide his nervousness to the point where you don't notice. He is polite and speaks directly to you, and throughout the date you are the only focus of the night.

Everything he does is meticulous and well planned, whether it's the choice of place or time or clothes. He has no problem letting you choose the place, in fact it's even interesting to see how you are in your habitat.

The conversation with him rarely dies and he always shows his intelligence in different subjects, mainly in flirting. Aemond is not a cheap conqueror, if he flirts with you it will be in an exquisite way that makes you open a satisfied smile. He also doesn't like to flirt in public, preferring only you to know what's going on.

He doesn't mind kissing or having sex with you after dates, he respects your time and if you reciprocate the interest, further dates will ensue.

However, if he dares to touch your face or body for a long time it means that later in the night he will be delighting between your legs.

He is an riddle to be solved, for even though he is restrained and methodical, Aemond manages to be fire and blood. He kisses you firmly when you're in his room, maintaining a dominant posture the entire time. You feel like you could melt when you start fuck, he's so determinedly good and attentive, his body so defined. He's fucking sculptural.

He makes you feel free to leave if you want, but he can't hide the satisfied look in his eyes when you lay on his chest after the amazing night you've had.

#jacaerys velaryon #aegon targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #prince jacaerys #prince aemond x reader #house of the dragon #aegon targaryen headcanons #modern headcanons #modern!jace #modern!jacaerys #modern!aegon #modern hotd

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mikuni14 · 2 months

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Phee and Tan sitting in a tree P-L-O-T-T-I-N-G 🥳

I already rewatched episodes 1-4 once, when it turned out that Phee knew Non, and I even joked that when it turns out that he was working with Tan (there were already theories that Tan was New), I would have to watch these episodes ONCE AGAIN 😄 Not that I'm complaining! I love this series and when I like a series, I love coming back to it. I was going to do it now, especially after episode 10, where the characters were behaving weirdly, but after reading @tbhimnoteasyonmyself fantastic post, I don't have to do it anymore (although I still plan to, maybe after the finale?) because everything is written there 😍

While watching Phee's telling his story to Jin, illustrated with his scenes with Tan and SCENES OF TAN HIMSELF, I kept thinking, wait a minute. What? This is his story, why is he telling shit about Tan, where's his version? Later someone pointed out, that so far, the series has shown events as they are. And yet, suddenly we have a story, and only from one POV. And this story surprisingly whitewashes Phee and makes Tan a monster.

There's a lot that can be said about Phee, but I never got the impression that he was a coward, that he would gossip about someone he was so close to, just like that, even with Non he wasn't a petty bitch. No matter how angry Phee was at Tan, his pretty much nasty behavior as a friend, exposing him to Jin and then the rest of the crew, was completely ooc. And who would he do it for? For them? His "friends"? Are we sure Phee considers them "friends"?

That's why I watched episode 10 again, and the second time it seemed even more strange and raised a lot of questions. Like that scene in the temple:

how easily Phee accuses Tan. He thinks that Tan created a whole complex and based on a series of random coincidences, yet effective plan to kill Por, he thinks that Tan killed Deng by stretching a wire in broad daylight when someone could have noticed him, he thinks that Tan planned another complicated, based on a series of random coincidences, and yet a super effective action with a scooter, luring Top to the temple, poisoning him, hypnotizing him and sending him home to kill people???

Phee talks the most about Tan, portraying him as the biggest threat, and then starts telling a tearful story, "you don't know what I did", "it's all my fault", "I was so terrible towards Non". What's interesting is that Phee doesn't cry in this scene (at least I don't see any tears, although the lighting isn't good), and as we know, Phee cries easily when he's in pain

what effect does Phee achieve? JIN CONFESSES

TA DA! 🥳🎉🏆

what is Phee's reaction to this - a sigh that sounds like a mix of relief and triumph. And disbelief.

another interesting fact: Phee reacts the same way as to Non's "betrayal", at first he seems unable to believe what he hears, then he starts to pace around furiously, trying to control himself. The only difference is that Jin, unlike Non, does not fuel his anger by staying quiet..

During this time, Tan:

tries to calm Tee down, he wants White to take his gun 🤔

interestingly, later he doesn't stop Fluke when he has a gun! 😏

When Phee and Jin show up at home:

Phee informs everyone that Tan is Non's brother and that he WANTS REVENGE

REMEMBER THAT EVERYONE IS HIGH 🚨

Phee creates an atmosphere of threat, revenge that they deserve, and that it's about Non

REMEMBER THAT EVERYONE IS HIGH 🚨🚨

and what's happening? Phee conveniently doesn't have to say more about Tan and Non, because right after that Fluke takes action, steals the gun, has hallucinations, and kills Top

REMEMBER THAT EVERYONE IS HIGH, they just saw a murder, emotions are running high and they feel trapped 🚨🚨🚨

I watched Tan because I love him from that moment on, he is very pleased with the development of events, he is not angry with Phee at all, Phee also suddenly forgets that Tan was supposed to be the biggest monster and a threat

they both actually behave as if they were playing roles, they recite their lines like they're children in a school play, they play the good cop and the bad cop?

what is the effect of all this: TEE FINALLY STARTS TELLING THE TRUTH!!! 🥳🎉🏆

So I have to ask: How were Phee and Tan supposed to get information about Non after getting the boys high on the first night at the party, as Phee said to Jin? They were supposed to be having a great time and then suddenly Phee and Tan would start questioning them about Non and they would just... blurt out everything? 😆 When did Phee and Tan start getting information? NOW.

So, isn't it the case that Phee and Tan rightly guessed that only Tee could know what happened to Non, because the only one capable of making someone disappear is his uncle? There's a lot to be said about the other guys, but they probably don't have the ability, strength, or stomach to "disappear" a person. Probably not even Tee, but he may have something else: INFORMATION.

Did Phee betray Tan in this ep? I'm 99% sure not. They both watch calmly as the rest of the "friends" accuse each other. Phee pays special attention to Tan AND to Tee:

Isn't the most important thing for them (or for Tan especially) is discovering the truth that Tee knows, and the rest is just an accidental casualty of their war? Jin may be important to Phee, who might even want to protect him... but maybe not? Maybe Phee has a moral problem with all of this, but he doesn't feel morally better to stop Tan, seeing what all their "friends" started has led to, and even though he doesn't agree with him, he won't bother him?

(While watching episode 10 again, I also noticed this:

The shadow in the left corner was moving, it looked like there was someone else in the temple with Tan and Top. Non? Perth? Or maybe that woman Keng was working with?)

EDIT: so what I'm trying to say is that Phee and Tan could work together and manipulate others to obtain information about Non, regardless of the costs, and in Tan's case even enjoying the "costs". At least I would like it to be so 😉

Of course, I may see something that isn't there, want to see something more, have too high expectations of DFF. I'm pretty sure that's not the case, but like my dear friend @italianpersonwithashippersheart I've also seen too many good shows that screwed up the ending... But I still have hope 😚 DFF maintained a high standard for me throughout its 10 episodes. Even if they fuck up the ending, even if everything that surprised me in this episode turns out to be me cosplaying Fluke and seeing things that aren't there (and cosplaying Top, because I'm hypnotized by Tan), it's still 10 episodes of excellent content 💖

#dead friend forever #thai bl #bl drama

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colleendoran · 1 year

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An answer

I'm not going to post the question because I don't want the person who asked it to get piled on.

The magical art fairy did not give me a great and grand education that my mommy and daddy paid for.

My parents were poor and at one point homeless. They lived in a pigeon coop. With pigeons.

I was not super popular in school. I was a nerd in the dark days before being a nerd was something people aspired to. I had braces, glasses, bad acne and was a bit chubby. When I no longer had any of these things (well, I still wear glasses, I prefer them to contacts,) people acted like I always looked that way and sailed the seas of success on a wave of appearance advantages.

My parents did not pay for my education. I went to regular school like everyone else. I had one year of college which I attended on academic scholarship, and I majored in business. I had an art class with a professor who almost never showed up. When the scholarship money ran out after one year, I left.

After I'd been a professional artist for more than twenty years, I took an online digital art class at one of those for profit art schools, which was quite a trick on dial up speed, I must say. Shortly after, I realized it was a scam, I contacted the administration to demand my money back. I got it. The school was eventually sued into oblivion and went out of business.

I did manual field labor as a kid, worked in a veterinarian hospital, parked cars, and ran a roller coaster. I picked up dog poop and did volunteer work at the U.S.O. and the AIDS Housing and Education Fund. I worked as a condo association attendant.

I don't know where people get the impression that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. And it's not like I don't have some advantages. But money and status weren't among them.

Most of the people in comics from my generation come from poverty. Some didn't. But most did.

I am self taught and most of what I learned was from the Famous Artist Course books my mom got as a kid. I was very grateful that my dad invested in a set of encyclopedias for the family when we were still quite poor. I devoured them.

I started sending out portfolio work, story ideas, and resumes at age 12. My first rejection letter was from Random House. I got my first advertising gig when I was about 14-15. The woman who hired me was Linda Wesley Salake.

I met artist Frank Kelly Freas at a science fiction convention I found out about from an advertisement. He was very kind and mentored me. He didn't teach me much about art, but he did teach me a lot about the realities of the art centered life.

I cooked and cleaned house for him after his wife Polly died.

My average income for my first ten years as a professional artist was less than $10,000. And for part of that time, I was not living with my parents. So I supported myself on less than $10,000.

Eventually, I lasted long enough in the arts that I started making some money. Then things got worse. Then they got better. Then they got worse. Then they got better.

Advantages, contacts, ability - none of that is distributed equally. But if you can, make art because it is something that means something to you, and it gives you joy.

And we all deserve some joy.

If it was just about the money, I'd have ditched this bug bin long ago.

That's all.

#comics #art #art centered life

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fizzingwizard · 6 months

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I was genuinely looking forward to Lupin vs Holmes in part 6, but what a disappointment it was. Actually, disappointment is too weak a word. In my opinion, it was pretty much a disaster.

There were so many reasons to be hyped for that crossover. You've got Holmes, the greatest detective of his time, and Lupin, the greatest thief of his. They're both canny, eccentric, and always a step ahead of everyone else. They're also both independent and live by their own set of morals. Holmes picks which cases he'll take without concern for money, and lets people go even if they're guilty if his own convictions say they don't deserve punishment. Lupin always does what he wants, doesn't let himself get pushed around, and enjoys wreaking havoc among inhumane criminals just as much as he enjoys flouting the law.

They're even perfectly matched in the ways they're different. I was open to them either liking or disliking each other (though I feel convinced they'd definitely have respect for each other), because I can see either take making sense. Holmes is calculations with a pinch of chaos, Lupin is chaos with a measured dash of calculation. Holmes eschews relationships aside from a very few - Lupin enjoys social interaction (but prioritizes just a few). Holmes is functionally asexual. Lupin is never not horny.

Even the supporting cast was so promising! To tell the truth, from watching previous seasons I didn't really think the rest of the Lupin gang or Watson would have much to do. But I hoped they would because there was so much potential.

I mean Jigen and Watson are both war veterans in their own way. It's not the best comparison (Watson was a doctor, and got shot almost immediately... but he is also a "man of action" and does have a lot of fight and pluck, even if he's not going to be a match for Jigen in terms of marksmanship). And they're the right hand men of two pretty difficult geniuses... couldn't they spend a moment commiserating lmao.

It could have been awesome to see Fujiko interact with Holmes because her usual tricks wouldn't work on him. I admit it isn't unlikely the show would have been like "Ahh, but this time they do work on him, just like Irene Adler!" and totally ignored that book!Irene impressed Holmes with her wiliness and not her sexiness... But I'm talking about my fantasy here. And in my fantasy, Holmes would have had a similar reaction to Fujiko's manipulation and acting skills similar to how he did with Irene. It would have been pretty cool to see Fujiko interact with a man who was NOT into her, but was just as smart and brave and perhaps wiser than Lupin.

Even Goemon would have had something to do. He could have had a super cool kenjutsu vs baritsu ("what even is that?") battle with Holmes. Extra points if Goemon walks away saying "I respect the skill of that fellow warrior, even if he can't spell his own martial art correctly."

And of course Lestrade and Zenigata's shenanigans at Scotland Yard are a nobrainer. But serious bonus points if they both pine away with equal envy and admiration for their respective smart ass thorns in the side hahahahahahaha.

I mean. There was SO MUCH there. How, HOW do you mess that up???

(Answer: By knowing absolutely nothing about Sherlock Holmes to begin with and basing everything on your memories of inaccurate movies from fifty years ago x'D)

So instead we got: perpetually sad, somber Sherlock Holmes, who isn't working the job that he literally loves anymore in favor of looking miserable a lot and raising a child. And the child is Watson's kid, who Watson can't raise because he's fucking DEAD, and mom can't raise because SHE'S dead (just say Holmes is her mom. Come on. We're in the future. Just say it). Also Watson is dead because Lestrade killed him like WHAT. Of all the twists they could have gone one, they definitely surprised me with that one. Was it a fun surprise though? ... No, no it wasn't.

Add to that the extremely dull characterizations of everyone, the heavy reliance on the danger to a little girl who isn't even a canonical character but is very cute, and the slow, slow pace of the episodes... What a mess. It was memorable, sure, but for the wrong reasons.

Like the only thing I can think of that I didn't hate about the whole arc was Lily taking her first steps as Holmes's assistant at the very end. Fine, that's adorable, and makes me feel ever so slightly better about Watson being dead. And I'm desperate for something to like here so let's go with it.

("It's not really Sherlock Holmes anyway because of the generational difference, it's his great grandson who has his exact same name and job! Same with Watson and Lestrade and sexy Mrs Hudson and and and-" I'm gonna stop you right there we all know it's Holmes. Whatever excuses they make, no matter how they have to bend time and physics to make it happen, it is Holmes Prime in every way that matters lol.)

A melancholy sigh for the Coolest Crossover Ever That Wasn't. As a Lupin fan and a Sherlock Holmes fan, I'll regret it till the day I die.

#lupin iii #honestly fuck part 6 lol #a very grave and serious post about very grave and serious matters

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luveline · 2 years

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HELLO can we pretty pleaseeeeee get a such a strange girl + candy apples with rockstar!eddie where it halloween and eddie has a concert but reader forgets and when she arrives at the concert its like 15 minutes away from ending and she expects eddie to be mad but eddie already expected it

join luveline's halloween party ♡

hi tysm for ur request! fluff with rockstar!eddie x fem!ditzy!reader

Scatterbrained you may be, but this feels downright mean. You can't believe you'd forgotten about Eddie's show tonight, too distracted by the snack banquet you'd been preparing for the movie he'd promised to watch with you afterward.

What could be better? Day of the Dead with a table of queasy, scary snacks. Eyeballs made of peeled grapes, pastry snakes, zombie fingers and spider biscuits. Your table shines with Halloween confetti and jelly reds. Everything's awesome. And then you think, I can't wait for Eddie to see all this.

Eddie.

Your apartment is a fifteen minute bike ride from the venue. You don't have time to lock it up outside, so you hide it behind a fierce looking bouncer and wield your ticket at him.

"Little late?" he asks knowingly.

"Just a bit!" you call.

The venue's big but not big enough for second security. You rush past the foodstands and past the glass doors into the main floor, eyes wide and lifted up toward the stage. Eddie won't ever be able to see you here, you’re miles from the stage.

You sulk at your own ineptitude. You feel sorry for yourself, for missing out on his spooky show, and you feel sorry for your boyfriend, who'd deserved a partner that cheered them on the whole way through.

He holds court on the left side of the stage, a dripping picture of handsomeness. Long, dark hair pitch black with sweat and curls shining in the lights like its been dotted with a thousand tiny stars. Hands you know better than your own race up and down the body of his guitar. His passion this far into a show is impressive, and it snaps you out of your self-pity.

"Woo!" you scream. Nobody seems startled at your sound, the venue packed and pounding with reverb. "Eddie, I love you!"

You giggle as you scream it. You're likely not the only girl to say that tonight.

Twenty minutes later the shows drawn to a close and you're trying to convince some guy in a dark sweatshirt that Eddie's actually your boyfriend. No you're not delusional. Yes, Eddie the guitarist.

You’re halfway into a spiel about how you should have a vip badge, yes, but you were super late because you were busy making eyeballs, to the security guards confusion, when a familiar chuckle echos from behind.

You spin. “Oh, good! Tell this guy you’re my boyfriend.”

Eddie pulls you by the arm into his chest. “I think he might’ve guessed,” he says, giving your forehead a kiss. He absolutely smells like sweat as one would expect, sweat and deodorant and hairspray, and you like it more than you’ll say.

He gives you a quick hug over the shoulders and then holds you back, both hands on you. Fingers behind your ears, thumbs rubbing over your cheeks, Eddie asks, “What’s wrong with you?”

You look away from his puppy eyes toward his chest. “I’m sorry. I lost track of time… I didn’t see all of the show. I didn’t really see half.”

“That’s why you’re upset?”

You chance a look back up, expecting scorn or at least a rugged kind of exhaustion and finding nothing of the sort. His pretty, perfect mouth is pulled up into a smile.

His thumb drags over your cheek. “You think I didn’t guess you’d be late tonight? After all those snacks you planned?” Eddie had watched you pen down ideas in a notebook for hours. “I’m just glad you made it, baby. Did I look good?”

“You looked fucking amazing,” you tell him honestly.

You both laugh, happy huffs of breath as he drags your face toward his.

“Thank you,” he says, tilting his head to one side to kiss the side of your nose. “You turned off the stove, right?”

“Maybe. I left my bike outside, though, so we should hurry.”

He laughs hard and tips his head back, gifting you a generous look at his jaw. “What are we waiting for?” he asks as he recovers, hands falling down to clasp your hands. “Let’s go.”

#luveline's halloween party #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie

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kams-corner · 6 months

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Barca Femeni Recommendations

[disclaimer: i did not write any of the stories in these masterlists, full credit goes to the respective authors]

Key: *fluff, **angst, ***smut

** Family Away From Home - one shot Ingrid's little sister spends the Summer holidays with her and gets into trouble, leaving the whole team worried Trigger Warnings: talk of rape, drugs, and stalking - read at your own discretion

** suffer in silence - oneshot you've been pulling away from the rest of the team and three of them decide to push for answers Trigger Warnings: self harm, depression, mentions of abuse, alcoholism, angst, fluff, anger, treatment of sh scars - read at your own discretion

** i will wait for you - oneshot ft leah williamson you get injured and push everyone away, including your team and the love of your life. there's only so much they're willing to take Trigger Warnings: injury, just overall intense?

** i can take care of myself - oneshot you hide an injury from the rest of the team and they are far from happy about it Trigger Warnings: Injury

* first impressions - oneshot you're a shy teen meeting the barca girls for the first time

* christmas guest - oneshot you spend christmas with lucy and get the holiday you deserve

* | ** chosen family - oneshot You’ve been keeping a secret for too long and the team start to figure it out and how to help you through it Trigger Warnings: abus3, violence, loss of parents, injury

* changes - oneshot With mapi injured, your usual plan gets changed

* no one should be alone on christmas - oneshot the team wants to make sure you're not alone on christmas Trigger Warnings: mention of bad relationship with parents, implied homophobia

* holiday spirit - two parts you don't have travel plans for the holidays Part 1 | Part 2

* | ** pop back up - oneshot you get hurt during a game, and your friends make sure you're okay

* nagging - oneshot You move from Lyon to Barcelona

* | ** we go get her - oneshot the team knows you're struggling as your injury is getting the best of you. When you don't show up at the end of the year party, and none of the girls can get a hold of you they speed to your home. What they find, breaks their heart into a million pieces, Alexia Irene and Aitana almost passing out at the sight Trigger Warnings: broken glass, blood

* bebita - oneshot you are super shy and always tucks yourself into anybody’s side and don't speak much. all the girls love you and are so protective of you, especially when interviewers are a bit too invasive, or other players are too rough

* dios mio - oneshot you're the baby of the barca team

* | ** hot chocolate / our sister / no marshmallows - 2/3 parts you get injured really badly in a match Part 1 | Part 2 (sad) | Part 2 (happy?) Trigger Warnings: major injury, hospitalisation, death in sad version of part 2

* homework - oneshot you try to get someone else to do your homework

* "where do you think you're going" - oneshot everyone on the team takes care of you in their own way

* study - oneshot doing schoolwork while the team is round is not a good idea

* | ** sleepy - oneshot you suffer from anxiety and have to go on meds again - barca girls see you struggling with tiredness. Trigger Warnings: anxiety + taking medication for it + side effects of the medication

* beach shenanigans - oneshot the team goes to the beach but they can't leave you alone

* mapi's huge surprise - oneshot you spend the holidays alone and when the team comes back and realises, they want to make it up to you Trigger Warnings: neglectful parents

* piggy - oneshot you want to cause a bit of trouble

* | ** lost child - oneshot being in Sweden was supposed to be a fun new experience for you, then it became scary very quickly

* | ** don't tell leah - oneshot you have a panic attack at practice, and your teammates help you out

* | ** unnamed miniseries - miniseries angst and hurt/comfort with the barca girls Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Trigger Warnings: panic attack, anxiety, injury, mention of self harm, , blood, self harm, relapse - read at your own discretion

* | ** cry - oneshot you have a bad game but your captain is there to comfort you

* | ** rain - oneshot you run to mapi and ingrid's house

* i tend to deflect - oneshot mapi interrogates you

#barcelona femeni #fc barcelona #barca femeni x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine

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Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

I'm really setting myself up, huh? The first sex scene is going to have to be REALLY good.

But don't worry guys, I have SO MANY smut scenes for after they get together, it's CRAZY!!! 😭

0. The slow burn

1. There are too many. TOO MANY!!

2. It NEEDS to be EVEN sssslllllooooweeeeerrrrrr.

Part 1 - the new recruit

Part 2 - the depression

Part 3 - the gelato

Warnings: None.

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Gwen stopped suddenly, startled by the unexpected darkness of the control room. It didn’t take long for Jess to realise that she wasn’t following behind her anymore. The older lady turned back and waved to Gwen welcomingly.

“Oh! It’s all right, honey!” she reassured her. “Miguel’s got these super senses, so the light hurts his eyes when he takes his mask off.” She continued walking again, gesturing for Gwen to follow her to the control panel.

“Super senses?” Gwen repeated, jogging to catch up with Jess. “You mean like spidey senses?” Jess hesitated.

“Not exactly,” she began uncertainly. “More like … super sight, super hearing, that kind of stuff?”

“Why?” Gwen asked, studying Miguel’s broad form curiously. “How did he get them?”

“You know that means I can hear everything you’re saying, right?” Miguel informed her over his shoulder. Gwen stopped talking immediately.

“Miguel?” X called out to him, hopping down from the platform once it had lowered. “How’d it go? Is everything okay?”

“Everything was fine, arañita,” he reassured her, his voice softer than Gwen had heard it thus far. “How was everything here?” X waved away his concerns.

“Same as always.”

Gwen leaned into Jess so she'd be able to hear her.

“Whoa,” Gwen whispered, surprised by Miguel’s sudden change in demeanour. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, that’s X,” Jess explained. “A.k.a. Black Widow, a.k.a the only person in the entire multiverse Miguel will actually listen to.”

“Maybe because she’s the only person in the entire multiverse worth listening to?” Miguel called back, having heard everything she’d said. Jess grinned and leaned over to Gwen, pretending to whisper, but still speaking loud enough for both X and Miguel to hear.

“Nah, it’s because he’s not-so-secretly in love with her,” she revealed to Gwen. Miguel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“¡Ay, por Dios, not this again!” he warned Jess. But he could feel X’s heart start to quicken, spurred on by the adrenaline rushing through her veins at the thought. She wouldn’t push him though - she never pushed him. Even when he deserved it. X looked over at Gwen, oblivious to Miguel’s thoughts.

“Hi! Um, have we met before?” She flashed her a sheepish smile, worried if she might have forgotten the girl among the hundreds of thousands of Spiders wandering in and out of HQ everyday.

“Um, no! I’m Gwen. Gwen Stacy.” She straightened quickly, trying to appear serious - like she belonged there. Miguel strolled after X as she approached Gwen, folding his arms across his chest as he looked down at her.

“Of Earth-65,” he informed X, his tone meaningful. X's lips parted in surprise and she turned back to look up at him. Miguel frowned, his features hardening as they carried on some sort of mental conversation. He nodded to Jess, shooting her a glare, and X followed his gaze, her eyes widening in understanding. Then she turned back to place a hand on Miguel’s forearm, the gesture relaxing him almost immediately, the harsh look melting off his features as he sighed in defeat. She gave him a gentle squeeze, satisfied, then returned her attention to Gwen.

“I’m X,” she introduced herself, holding out a hand for Gwen to shake. “Black Widow of Earth-2.” Gwen’s eyes went round with curiosity.

“Earth-2?” she repeated, impressed. “What’s that like? Is it special?”

“Well, Earth-1 doesn’t have any superheroes, right?” X explained. “They just write all the stories that the rest of us live out. So, Earth-2 is kind of like that, except that people started experimenting and stuff to try to turn those fantasies into realities. That’s how you ended up with people like me.” Gwen took a moment to digest the information.

“So, you’re … a lab experiment?” she asked carefully, wincing at the thought.

“Well, no,” X replied. “I was just an accident. Got bit by a radioactive spider that snuck out of a higher level lab where I was working.” She shrugged, giving another sheepish smile.

“You work in a lab?” Gwen repeated. “Cool!”

Miguel frowned, sliding his gaze to the side as he sniffed at her reaction.

“I work in a lab too,” he murmured. X grinned and leaned into him, her shoulder pressing into his arm playfully. He tried to maintain his sombre expression as he looked down at her, but eventually, she weakened him, and he huffed in amusement as he rolled his eyes.

“So, are there others like you in your world?” Gwen asked, curious to find out more. X straightened, thinking about it.

“Well, I’m the only Spider person in my world. But …” she paused, shifting uncomfortably at whatever she was about to say next. “There are experiments that have gone wrong. Like the mutant villains and stuff. We have a few of those.” She didn’t look like she wanted to say any more on the subject and Miguel, sensing her unease, reached out and curled his fingers around her shoulder. She relaxed immediately, taking a step back so that her back brushed against his chest.

“So, Gwen,” she began, that cheery smile on her face once again, “have you had the tour yet?”

It was strange the way Miguel - so huge and strong and intimidating - seemed to take comfort in the presence of this small, non-threatening Spider. She was tiny next to Miguel, warm and friendly with a welcoming smile that didn’t seem like it ever left her face. They were an odd combination, the two of them, but cute, nonetheless.

“Uh, they showed me a few rooms on the way in, but …” Gwen glanced around the control room once again, a jumble of peculiar machines she’d never seen before in her life. “This place is huge! How do you not get lost in it?” X grinned and turned to Miguel, her tone teasing as she spoke.

“‘There’s a system’,” she quoted, repeating what must have been one of his common dialogues. And again, his strikingly sharp features softened at the edges, even as he rolled his eyes at her. She turned back to Gwen. “Miguel always has a system. Come on! I’ll show you.”

Gwen followed after X, curious to learn more. But then X stopped in the doorway, turning back to call to Miguel, “oh! I’ll see you later, Miguel?”

“Sí, arañita,” he assured her, the corner of his lips quirking against his own will at her excitement. “Hasta luego.” She smiled and his lips stretched even wider at the sight. Jess glanced back and forth between them, waiting until X and Gwen had left the room before leaning over to Miguel.

“Not in love with her, huh?” she teased him. Miguel clenched his jaw and turned around, walking back to the control panel without another word.

She closed her eyes and slumped over in her seat, clearly exhausted. Miguel sighed.

“Why don’t you just go home and sleep, arañita?” he suggested. X groaned.

“Because! I want to be with you!” She lay her head down on the table and looked up at him. “I like hanging out with you, Miguel.” He tensed up at her confession, staunchly avoiding her gaze as he tried to figure out how to respond to her. She shuffled closer to him and closed her eyes.

“You make me feel safe,” she told him softly. And it was as good as if she’d told him she loved him - again. She had anxiety, so feeling safe was all she’d ever wanted. He leaned over the table, scrunching his hair between his fingers. Then he stood up and began shooting his glowing red webs at the ceiling. She opened her eyes when she sensed him getting up and watched quietly as he tried to weave his webs together in some sort of pattern. Finally, she sat up, leaning her head on her hand. “What are you doing, Miguel?”

“I saw one of the Peter’s do it once,” he huffed out in irritation. “Trust a Peter to find a way to take a nap when the fate of the entire multiverse is hanging in the balance.” X got up and went over to him, wanting to help him figure it out. She pushed down on the hammock when they’d finished, testing if it would be able to hold her weight. Then she turned to look up at him, silently asking for his help to get onto it. He steeled himself, preparing to have his fingers curled around her soft and perfect curves, then he lifted her up onto the hammock, trying so hard to not let his touch linger on her. She lay down on her side, looking over at him as he sat back down and returned to his work.

“I love you, Miguel,” she told him before turning around. He sucked in a breath, freezing up at the words. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his jaw working.

“Don’t …” she stopped him, knowing exactly how he was going to react. She yawned, then let out a little chuckle. “You don’t have to say it back.” He didn’t need to - he’d already showed it, so many times, how much he really cared about her.

“You don’t need to,” she reassured him softly, already drifting off to sleep.

She stretched and blinked her eyes open, lifting her wrist to check the time on her watch. Two hours, it had been two hours since she’d fallen asleep. Her eyes widened in alarm.

“Miguel!” She scrambled around, struggling to push herself up to a seat. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” He got up and went over to her, slashing the webs surrounding her with his claws.

“Because. You said you have insomnia.” He caught her in his arms when she fell. “I wanted to let you sleep.” Because she felt safe with him - safe enough to fall asleep, deeply and soundly, right by his side. But, ay, mierda, she always looked so pretty when she’d just woken up, her features all soft and glowing. He pulled his gaze away from her and set her down on the ground.

‘Uh …” She took a moment to return to her senses, her mind all fuzzy from sleep and being in his arms and his concern for her. Did he even realise how sweet he really was? How caring and tender he could be? Especially when it came to her? She shook her head, waking up properly. “I can just take a pill. Tonight.”

“Is it that bad?” He sat back down in front of his computers again. She walked over to him.

“I think it’s just getting to that time of the month again.” She rested her hands on the table as she leaned over to look at him. “You gonna be done soon?”

He slid his gaze over to her, flashing a look that said ‘am I ever done?’. She reached up and squeezed his shoulder gently in response: there was no point in telling him not to work so hard - he’d either just let out an annoyed grunt or go another rant about saving the entire multiverse.

“What should I do?” she asked him.

‘Stay,’ he wanted to say, ‘just like this; your hand on my shoulder, your presence a comfort. Stay. Just the two of us.’ He sighed, knowing he couldn’t say it.

“You should go home and get some sleep, X,” he told her kindly. “You’re tired.” She slid her hand around to his other shoulder, rubbing her thumb up and down the back of his neck.

“So are you,” she pointed out, taking note of the exhaustion in his voice. “And, you know, you can’t save the entire multiverse if you’re too exhausted to do it.”

He wanted to fight back, wanted to tell her that he could survive a few more hours without sleep, but the multiverse wouldn’t. But now that her hand was on his shoulder, her familiar scent soothing his frayed nerves, he did start to realise how tired he really was. He slumped over, finally letting the tension escape from his body. She moved her fingers to his hair, scratching his scalp softly.

“We’ve always got tomorrow, Miguel,” she said, her tone soft and reassuring. And mierda it felt good, her slender fingers in his hair, tickling his scalp gently. He steeled himself, forcing himself to get up so that her hand fell away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, arañita,” he relented. She grinned, triumphant.

“Yup! Always.” Then she waited. He raised an eyebrow, confused.

“What are you waiting for?”

She folded her arms across her chest, smirking back at him knowingly. “I’m waiting to make sure you go home first.”

He rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips, challenging her back. But she didn’t back down, smiling even as she took a step closer to him. Her eyes fell across his body and she bit her lip, the corners curling with mischief. “I really want to hug you right now, Miguel.”

He wanted to hug her too - so badly. Wanted to pull her into his chest, wrap her up in his arms and never let her go again. But then he’d never let her go again. He looked away, his body slouching with disappointment. She snickered at his hesitation and he let out a huff, opening up a portal. But then he paused, glancing over at her uncertainly as he tried not to think about how dark and empty his apartment was without her in it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, arañita.”

“See you tomorrow, Miguel. I love you.”

“Hmm.” He left.

“I told you!” Miguel pointed an accusing finger at Peter B. “I told you we shouldn’t have let a bunch of teenagers handle a mission by themselves! Why do I even listen to you?!” He paced back and forth on the platform, waving his hands in the air as he continued with his rant. Gwen shuffled a little closer to Peter, still not as used to Miguel’s grumbling as Pav and Hobie were.

“What are you doing?” she whispered to Peter as he tapped away at his watch.

He leaned over to murmur back to her, “sending a distress signal to X.”

“What? Why?”

Peter’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“You’ll see.”

X ran into the room, her curly hair flying behind her as she did so. Peter turned to her immediately, waving his hands in the air in relief.

“Thank goodness you’re here!” he exclaimed, gesturing for X to go over to them.

“I’m here! I’m here!” she yelled, skidding to a stop beside Peter. “What happened?!” Miguel gestured to Pav and Hobie, continuing to scowl at them.

“What happened is that I trusted these two clowns,” he informed X, using one of her common insults, “to-” He paused suddenly, losing his train of thought when his eyes fell upon her.

She’d always shown up in her suit, bare-face and ready for a fight. But even then, he couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on her smooth curves, her tumbling curls, her pretty smile. And now, with her standing before him in her cute little outfit - white, long-sleeved shirt tucked into a black skirt that grazed her mid-thighs, tanned legs exposed down to her black suede ankle boots - what chance did he possibly stand? His forehead creased as he tried to remember what he was mad about, stuttering and stammering while his mind went blank. Finally, he managed to wrench his gaze away from her, gesturing to Pav and Hobie to explain themselves instead.

“We just made a little mistake!” Pav began.

“But we fixed it!” Hobie added.

“And now the canon is completely intact!”

“So no harm done!”

BX turned to Miguel, tilting her head in curiosity.

“Okay, so … what’s the problem then?” She always gave him the benefit of the doubt, never dismissing him for overreacting or waving him off for being too dramatic. Because she trusted him - she’d taken the time to understand him and she always knew when there was some bigger underlying issue at hand. His gaze returned to her and he found himself constantly having to pull it away just so he could form a coherent thought.

“Uh, just …” His eyes flickered over to her and he swallowed hard at the way her rosy lips were pursed to the side, her eyebrows knitted together over her curled and darkened eyelashes as she waited for his response. Coño, she was cute. He turned back to Pav and Hobie and waved them away. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Yes! Thank you Spider-dad!” Pav exclaimed as Hobie gave a lazy salute. Then he turned to X and gave her a cheeky wink. “And thank you, Spider-mum.”

“I’ll just … be heading home now,” Peter began, a knowing smile on his face as he began backing out of the room. “MJ said she wanted me home early tonight.”

“Okay,” Gwen began once the four of them had safely exited the room. “What just happened?”

“Oh, we always call X whenever Miguel gets into a rage,” Pav explained to her casually, swinging from the beams overhead. “She’ll either calm him down or distract him until he forgets what he’s mad about.” Gwen stopped to think about it.

“How?” she asked, intrigued. She’d been surprised when Miguel had suddenly stopped in the middle of his lecture, fidgeting with his hands and glancing over at X like he was … nervous? But he couldn’t possibly have been nervous! Especially not around X! Hobie turned around to continue walking backwards so he could fix Gwen with a smirk.

“Did you see the way he reacted?” Hobie chuckled. “Man’s got it bad.”

Gwen furrowed her brows in confusion. They seemed like an old, married couple, X and Miguel - he the grumpy old husband and she the sweet little wife who always knew just want to do to calm him down. But Miguel had said that they weren’t together; that he wasn’t in love with her. Even though everyone else seemed to think it most definitely wasn’t true.

“But if they like each other so much then why aren’t they dating?” Gwen asked the rest of them. Peter sighed.

“It’s … Miguel … broke a canon event, once,” he revealed softly. “And it cost him his whole family. Well, a version of his family. So … he’s just scared, I guess.” The mood turned sombre suddenly and Pav swung to the ground, landing by Gwen’s side.

“They’ll be fine,” he declared confidently. “They’re meant to be together. Trust me: I have a sense for these things.” Peter grinned at his self-assurance, amused. But he hoped he was right, God he hoped he was right.

Miguel tapped his knuckles on his desk, not looking at her as he tried to figure out what to say. Finally, he cleared his throat. “What are you doing here?”

X went over to him, stepping up onto the platform to reach his side.

“Peter messaged me saying there was an emergency.” She reached up to give his shoulder a gentle squeeze, her features still fixed in an expression of concern as she leaned over to look up at him. “Is everything all right?”

Her lips were glossy, soft. And if he bent down just a little more, he'd finally be able to feel them against his own. Would she taste sweet? Like the scent of strawberries that always wafted off of her and clouded all his senses?

“Miguel?” His eyes were glazed over as he looked down at her, his lips parting as he lowered his head, his thoughts consumed by something she couldn't guess at.

“Huh?” He shook his head, forcing himself back to the present moment, and straightened. Maldita sea, had he … He’d almost … “It was nothing! Just … Pav and Hobie almost messed up the timeline. But that's what I get for trusting them to go on a mission together. And with the new recruit, no less.”

X grinned as he fell back into his usual grumbling. She rubbed his shoulder reassuringly. “Keyword: almost. They fixed it, right?”

Miguel sighed, the tension finally leaving his body at the sound of her soothing tone. And her casual touches didn't hurt either. “This time.”

She leaned over to smile up at him again.

“Well, it's over now. If it ever happens again - touch wood,” she paused to knock on the desk, “and they don't fix it,” another knock, “then you can get mad at them. But I'll make sure they don't do it again. I'll go through the debriefing with them.”

He glanced up at her, a grateful smile tugging on the corners of his lips. She was so caring and so sweet and everything just always seemed so easy whenever she was around. His eyes travelled over again, looking much too cute standing there in her pretty little outfit. Would she dress like that; if he took her out on a date sometime? He shook his head again and dragged his gaze away from her, gripping onto the edge of his desk as he tried to regain control of his thoughts. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Why are you dressed like that?”

She looked down at her outfit, confused. Then she remembered that she'd been in the middle of a dinner when she'd gotten the emergency call.

“Oh! Some of the girls at work wanted to go drinking together.” She shrugged. “I thought I'd just join in. For fun.” She'd always found it difficult to make friends, even despite being one of the sweetest and most welcoming people he'd ever met in his life. He just couldn't comprehend how anyone could not want to be around her. The very thought of anyone ever treating her badly was enough to ignite a spark of rage in his chest. But so did the thought of someone treating her too well - someone other than him. He glanced away again.

“Was it? Fun?” She shrugged again.

“It was okay.” She grinned. “Every time I get drunk, I just feel like watching Shakespeare.” He let out a snort of amusement. She was so weird. And he was so glad for it.

“Do you … want to watch some Shakespeare now?” He kept his gaze fixed on the table as he waited for her response. Then he felt her curl her fingers around his shoulder again.

“I barely finished one drink, Miguel,” she reassured him. Then her eyes widened in alarm. “I thought someone broke their leg or something! The way Peter was freaking out.” Miguel narrowed his eyes in suspicion at the revelation that Peter had been the one who’d called her there.

“He’s just being dramatic. I don’t know why he thought he needed you to-” ‘calm me down? Get my anger to evaporate, just at the sight of you? Make everything feel like all was right with the world once again?’ But that was exactly what she’d done, hadn’t she? “To come over.”

“It’s okay,” she shrugged, grinning at the thought of him raging before she’d arrived. “I don’t … I like that you feel safe enough with me … to let go of your anger. I don’t like it when you get angry. Just because of how it affects you! Not because of anyone else.” She glanced around at the screens surrounding them, not knowing what else to say. He already knew how she felt about him, after all. Could it be possible that he was maybe starting to feel the same way? That he was beginning to take comfort in her presence, in the same way she did in his?

“Are you gonna go home soon?” she asked him instead. He shook his head and sank back into his seat.

“No. We still have three more missions going on right now. I’ll wait for them to get back first.” X lowered herself into the chair beside him - her chair.

“Okay. How long do you think they’re going to take?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t you want to go back? You don’t have to stay here, you know.”

“I know.” She spun around in her chair, eyes fixed on him in anticipation of his reaction. “But I always have much more fun hanging out with you anyway.” She gave him a sweet smile and he felt the corners of his lips twist up at the ends, a warm feeling filling up his chest at her admission. ‘Yo tambien, arañita,’ he thought to himself. ‘Yo tambien.’

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