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[fic] darling so it goes

he tian x mo guan shan (1st half); jian yi x zhengxi (2nd half)

tags/notes: fluff, swearing, light altercation in the form of a head cuff, title from here, ‘SAR’ is a military term for ‘search-and-rescue’ 

synopsis: after-shot of chapter 196.

‘What crawled up his ass?’

He Tian cuffed the top of Guan Shan’s head. It earned him a sharp exhalation from where Guan Shan sat on the bench, scowling up at him, features pinched, eyes washed copper in the sun.

‘Jian Yi,’ He Tian said. ‘He’s missing.’

They watched Zhengxi stalk across the court in silence, smudges of purple storms under his eyes, shoulders rounded and taut. He swiped a basketball from the bag on the side of the court, threw it aimlessly against the chain-link fence. The sound rattled, ball smacking back down to asphalt, the whole fence trembling around the perimeter with the aftershock like soundwaves.

‘Like … missing?’

He Tian made a quiet ‘hm’ sound. He’d heard nothing from his brother. The SAR must have been immediate, no handler, a quick in-and-out job. Carefully planned, cleanly executed. No casualties except a pulled shoulder from the rebound of a gun. It was only a matter of time before someone went for Jian Yi. You couldn’t have a father like that and have your hands kept clean for long. You couldn’t have a father like that and not escape without some bullet holes.

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anonymous asked:

Maybe a fic where Lance is coming down with the space flu or something with all of the crappy symptoms (nausea/vomiting, fever, headache,) but he doesn't want to let the team down so he tries to go practice anyways. Cue Lance passing out during training and Keith being a flurry of frustrated and worried and at first Lance is freaking out but eventually Keith just tries to take care of him.

The Blues

A/N: A lot of notes on this one, sorry.

So halfway through writing this, I got a fever. I also don’t feel like I’ve gotten used to writing Lance yet. So take it with a grain of salt.

I always pictured that unless it was a simple cold, Lance would be really bad at handling illnesses. They sap his energy and his charm, and he hates being incapacitated like that. So when he’s hit with all these things, along with the loneliness of being away from Earth, and feeling like a seventh wheel, his emotions just go down. I kind of drifted from the prompt, I’m sorry. But I really like the way it turned out!

Finally, I had to take a sharp turn when THIS POPPED UP so it took longer than normal but I really wanted to incorporate this beautiful thing that has graced the Voltron fandom.

The paladins could live without some earth commodities. They adjusted to the Altean food, they accepted wearing their armor while they washed their one pair of clothes, and they tolerated the strange music that Coran and Allura would play over the entire ship when they missed Altea. But for the humans, there was one thing they couldn’t tolerate.

“We’re going back to the space mall and getting toothpaste.” Shiro decided, leaving no room for argument.

Within an hour, the paladins compiled a list of necessities they would purchase. Toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, razors, new clothes, different types of food, all the things on Earth they always took for granted. Coran insisted that they had the equivalent of some of those things on the ship, but everyone rallied to get Earth deodorant. Pidge threatened to take the wheel herself if Allura didn’t turn the ship around.

As the castleship grew closer to the space mall, the paladins began to get excited. The shopping list grew from necessities to the things they started to missed as well. But the Red Paladin noticed that something was off. Lance was being oddly quiet. He threw out only basic suggestions, like fingernail clippers and combs. Keith scoffed at his lack of participation.

“What, you don’t want a friend for Kaltenecker?”

Lance shrugged and muttered that getting a cow - even if it was free - was probably a bad idea because they had little means to feed it. Even though the Blue Paladin’s alarmingly realistic comment surprised everyone, they continued to make the list. But Keith was left with suspicion. Something was definitely wrong with Lance.

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queenconsuelabananahammock  asked:

Were Mila and Danny a thing??? I mean I had ~a feeling~ that they may have been at some point but...what's the tea 👀

They weren’t, as said by them plenty of times and the facts one can add.

I’m not much of a RPF fan, so I’m going to try and make this response as clear and informative as I can. But,

  • She was underage for most part of the show. He being 7 years older than her would had been a little bit crazy and honest to god disgusting if they were a thing. Which I don’t believe they were because
  • Both were on relationships by the time the rumor of them being a thing was spread. He has always present as a very monogamous man, liking and having serious and long-term relationships, which he had during the show and after, before marrying Bijou Philips. While Mila was also in a long-term serious relationship with actor Macaulay Culkin.
  • Another thing to add is the fact that both had refer to the other as their brother/sister, which makes sense since he seemed to have bonded with her pretty early during filming.
  • After the show ended, and their relationships too, they didn’t had a reason to hide if they had been together, but to this day they keep saying the same: they never dated, they see each other as brother/sister, it was only a rumor.

Rumors started because a tabloid published they were together after Mila went with Danny to the premiere of one of Ashton’s movies, ‘Just Married’. They were holding hands on some of the press pictures:

And while I understand some people take this as OH THEY ARE DATING, well– No. We sexualize every human touch so much we take some people holding hands as being intimate in a romantic way. But Danny was dating someone and so was she, and even with all his crap, he has always show certain respect for his couple. So I don’t believe this means anything.

I understand some people don’t hold their loved ones’ hands if they aren’t sexually together, but not everyone is like that. I do hold hands with my friends, male and female, and my brother, and my mom, and my nices and nephews. So honestly? Some respect to the actors that gave us such an amazing fictional couple to care about, would be great

Not just that, but Danny Masterson is a very touchy and handsy man. So really, don’t take it so serious.

Now, another thing I understand is that people may think something happened. But as long as they say no, I believe them and I respect them enough to not gossip about it, especially so many years after these things happened and she’s married to one of Danny’s best friends if not his best friend.

To finish, some cute facts about their friendship because they are adorable:

  • It is said he took her to her prom, (EDIT 11/03/2017: IT’S REAL! Mila said it herself: “He was my prom date too.”, source)
  • But other people say this information its flase, that in fact because of filming, she couldn’t make it to her prom, so the cast took her to a club instead and he was her ‘date’.
  • EDIT 11/03/2017: on Mila Kunis’ words, about going to clubs with Dan as her date:  “[…] And Danny [Masterson] took me to my first club and bought me my first drink,” Kunis recalls. “He was my prom date too.” (source).
  • He was the one who told Ashton to kiss Mila, who had never kissed anyone at that point. Danny told him he would pay him 20 bucks if he did it. He did. EDIT: I’ve been told Danny told him to give her tongue in one of their early kisses in the show, and he would pay him. But Ashton didn’t do it.
  • That one time they appeared in MadTV in the CHiPS sketch with Wilmer Valderrama. His character spends half the episode flirting and touching Mila’s character. He grabs her boobs and her ass, and they just kind of roll with that (and she laughs about it, so). (source)
  • She participated in plenty of his Scientology acting events, there’s plenty of pictures of that, that are honest to god kind of cute.
  • During season 8 filming, she would still sit on his lap between takes and be with him most times. This was informed by peopel who went to the tapping of the episodes and suffered the season in live and direct.
  • They were very comfortable around the other, which make their on-screen relationship incredible. Their chemistry is something I feel added a lot to Jackie and Hyde’s relationship.
  • She said she felt Jackie became less shallow because of Steven.
  • He called her a ‘small russian fairy’ because she pretty as hell and well, she’s ukranian. The quote: “Mila is this awesome, really smart little Russian fairy.” (I haven’t found a source for it).
  • There’s lots of interviews with Danny happily saying Hyde became better around Jackie, because he is like the captain of the ship.
  • Added on 11/04/2017: I found that, while filming season 7, there was a special for the show that aired only in Canada. In it, Mila and Danny give their interviews together and spend most their time joking between them and saying things like, “I was like, look at all these cute guys!” “Me being the cutest” “Of course, Danny”. (source)
  • Added on 11/04/2017: From this same special, fans say Danny and Mila were smiling and talking to the other while in the background of a scene, and even after the director called ‘cut’, they kept like flirting between them and kissed a few times. This I don’t know how to take it, but… yeah. (source)
  • Danny answers lots of stuff on twitter. When asked how it was to kiss Mila he answered, “my work doesn’t suck” (source). He also bashes both, Kelso/Jackie and Fez/Jackie, and hate son season 8 every chance he gets because he bitter af like all of us. (source).
  • Added on 11/04/2017: He said Mila would totally guest star in The Ranch if he asked her nicely. (source). Which means they are still good friends. Makes sense since, like I said, Ashton is one of Danny’s best friend, if not his best friend.
  • This picture:

If there was ever something more than friendship between them, which I don’t believe, they have decided to mantain it with themselves and we, as fans, must respect that and their personal lives. So, better not gossip about it.

Thank you for your question! :)

rebloggedliked  asked:

I want to say that I love your writings but that doesn't do it justice. I look forward to them. Also, can I ask for one we're reader is a tomboy that acts flirtatious and confident- but it's really to mask very low self-esteem- and secretly crushes on Mcree. They'd never ask because of this even though they've been best friends since forever. Somehow, Jessie finds out and uses this to tell reader about his feelings for them (you can use your imagination for the end). Thanks you for reading this!

((A/N - you are too kind! I hope you enjoy 💜))

You wished you had a hat. Not a cowboy hat like Jesse’s, but just a beanie or a cap or something. Your locks kept on being flung into your face by the wind, no matter how many times you tucked them behind your ear. You felt self-conscious as you hadm’t washed your hair today. A nice hat could cover it up. Granted it was a nice day, and the small inconvenience was probably worth it because the view from the café’s garden was incredible. Perched on the peak of a grassland, you could see rolling hills for miles, with the odd patch of darkened woods where if you looked closely, wild rabbits could be seen hopping around. At least you could, if your view wasn’t obstructed by hair.

“Maybe y'should get the chop.” Jesse observed, sipping at his beer in the dark green bottle.
You huffed at him, holding your hair in both hands as makeshift pigtails, which made him cackle.

“Maybe you should let me borrow your hat.”
“No way, doll. Should'a brought your own.
“Please? How am I supposed to enjoy our lovely day out if I can’t even see.”

Now it was Jesse’s turn to huff. Putting his bottle down on the worn metal bistro table, he gingerly took off his hat. Swooping your hair over your right shoulder and holding it there, you reached over and used your left hand to ruffle his mop as a thank you. He placed the hat down on your head forcefully.

“Oi. Not necessary.” You pouted, plaiting your hair skillfully.

He grinned at you.

“Howdy, pard'ner.”
“… What?” You asked again, still confused.
“Your hair. My hat. You look like a proper cowgirl.”

You snorted. Jesse picked up his beer.

“Comin’ from the legendary Jesse McCree himself?” You exaggerated the southern belle accent, placing a hand in the centre of your chest.

He nearly spat his drink over you, but managed to swallow it.
“My goodness, (Y/N). Is that really what I sound like?”
Eyes wide, he wiped a hand over his smiling lips to get rid of a spatter of beer.

“No, but you have to admit you do put it on sometimes.”
“Alright, I will admit that. Only if you admit ya like wearin’ my hat.” He smirked devilshly.
You smiled, but your brows were furrowed as to say of course you did.
“Half of my wardrobe is made up of your old clothes.”
“No. I have to keep buying new clothes because ya keep on stealin’ them.”
You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, laughing.
“You have a point. What’re best friends for if you don’t share clothes?”

You managed to take a swig of your beer, now that your hair was out of the equation.

He was still looking at you, half a smile on his lips.

“Nothin’. Jus’ like bein’ here with you is all.”
“Cute. Now stop being sappy and finish your beer. I want to buy a hat.”
His eyes narrowed at you, keeping contact until he gulped the last drop. Jesse plonked the bottle on the table, followed by a satisfied ‘ahh.’

“I’m surprised you’re not g'na keep that one.” Scraping his chair back he nodded to the leather material protecting your head.

“I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see how lucky I get.”
“You’ve got me. I’ll say you’re pretty darn lucky.”
A dust of pink scattered your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at him and stood up.

He was your best friend, and had been for a very long time. Okay, there were times that you had thought of him as more, but you didn’t want to ruin what you already had. You’d watched too many TV shows and movies where friends decided to be in a relationship and they’d ended up breaking up and not talking to each other again. You knew better. You hoped Jesse knew better too. However, you hadn’t been in a proper relationship in a very long time, your last one ending on somewhat bad terms. It really put a damper on your confidence, and you weren’t particularly keen to go through it again.

Yeah, and Jesse was there to comfort you after the breakup.

That’s because he’s my best friend.

You like him.

Of course I do, he’s my friend.

That’s a cover up and you know it. You like him.

Your lips narrowed and brows furrowed at your internal battle.

“You okay, doll? Y'look a bit outta it.”
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You put on a fake smile and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the café.

His warm, large, firm hand that could easily make you bend to his will.

Woah there. Not in public.

Suddenly realising how clammy your palms were, you instantly pulled your hand out of Jesse’s grip and looked back to flash a quick smile to reassure him.

Stepping into a clothing store you picked up the first hat you saw, even if it was in the men’s section. You carefully took off Jesse’s hat and handed it to him to hold. Shoving the grey woollen beanie on your head, you span and turned to look at Jesse expectantly.

“Not g'na lie. You look like a female Reyes.”
 You snorted and pulled the hat off, a few strands of your hair coming loose. Jesse came forward and gently brushed them behind your ear. He pointed to a cap.
“Whatta ‘bout that one?”
You put the beanie back on the hook and tried on the cap. You raised an eyebrow.

“You’re too old to even know what that word means.”
“’S'cuse me?”
You chuckled, reaching up on your toes to pat his head. You’d never really noticed how much taller he was than you.
“It’s okay, sweetie. We all get old one day.”
You turned around to look in the mirror just in time to miss Jesse blush.
“I might get this one. Seems okay.”
“Yeah, suits ya, doll.”
You smiled at his compliment, your eyes catching in the mirror.

Taking the cap off and flattening the rest of your hair, you made your way over to the tills to pay.

“Hi there! Did you find everything you needed today?” The cashier asked.
“Yeah, thanks. I only needed a hat as Mr. Grumpy Pants got annoyed I had to borrow his.”
You like to think she let out a genuine laugh.
You paid for the hat, joking around with the cashier while she put it in a bag.
“I hope you and your boyfriend have a lovely rest of the day.”

Wait. What?!

You span around on your heels, too embarrassed to correct her.

You are just friends.

That’s bullcrap and you know it.

Stop. There’s nothing more.

You hold hands. You wear his clothes. You enjoy being in each other’s company. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, right?


You pulled the hat out of the bag and tore the tags off. You stuffed it on your head, grinning at Jesse.
“Now I don’t have to steal yours.”
He looked at you, blank faced.
“I heard what the cashier said.”
“You did? Oh. Funny, huh?”
“You didn’t correct her.”
“Erm, nope. Sorry? I guess.”

He broke into a grin.

“Don’t apologise.”
He threw his arm around your shoulder as you both walked down the street.

“Have you ever imagined us being t'gether?”
“I mean.. That’s a full on question.”
“Yae or nae, is all I need.”
“Okay, sure.”
“Good. So’ve I.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, the brim of your cap casting a shadow over your face.

“You have?”
“Di'n’t I jus’ say that?”
You pressed your lips together.
“Well.. How did it pan out?”
“We were happy. We’ve known each other for such a long time, (Y/N).”
“I know we have, but I don’t want to ruin what we already have.”
“You pulled your hand away from me earlier.”
“What was that about? Did'ja get freaked out it seemed we were more than ‘friends’?” He exaggerated friends with his finges doing air quotations.

He needed to stop changing the subject too quickly, he was catching you off guard.

“Er,” you coughed slightly, “Sure.”
You dipped out from under his arm and started walking over to a vacant bench. He was immediately behind you, you both sitting down at the same time.

“I don’t wanna do anythin’ that makes ya feel weird.”
“It’s weird even talking about it.”

Jesse let out a hearty chuckle. He put his hand on your thigh and his chocolate eyes met yours.
“Seriously, (Y/N). I’ve noticed the way ya look at me.”
You glanced away, feeling like a deer in headlights the way he was staring at you so intently.
“We can go slow. Everything would still be the same. I’ll still be the same ol’ Jesse McCree 'nd look after ya. There’d just be sex every once in a while.”
You snapped back to look at him, mouth agape.
“Jesse McCree. We are in public!“ 
He grinned at you wolfishly.
"Well? Whadd'ya say?”
You weren’t used to being put on the spot.
He encased you in a bear hug.
“Y'all have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” His voice slightly muffled from being buried in the crook of your neck. You leant into him, smiling.

See, was that so difficult?

You hated your internal voice. She was always right.

“Wait 'til I tell everybody back at base.”
“Hey, we haven’t-”
“It’s official, (Y/N).” He sat back and grinned. “C'mon!”

He dragged you from off the bench, headed to where the car was parked, practically bouncing around like an enthusiastic puppy.

You shook your head to yourself and smiled. What on earth had you gotten yourself into.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: teen!lock au; M thinks shes crushing on JW and after failing to catch his attention (for JW likes gutsy, outgoing, confident, poised girls which M is certainly not) M decides reluctantly but out of desperation to ask J's best friend SH (who she hates on principle for being a cold asshole) to help her become J's dream girl. SH seeing the childish overly cheery lost cause before him agrees with a sneer (not one to back down from s challenge). But the more he helps her with her 1/2

2/2 Metamorphosis the more he realizes he actually likes the cheerily childish but full of fun and love girl, while Molly discovers that the cold asshole isn’t so cold after all but can be quite sweet and funny. And they actually have a lot of shared interests. Can end up with M/J (failed awkward) date as J finally sees M but M already pining for S who is in a jealous and depressed fit as the date take place. In the end M and S end up together :)

This 2 part prompt is pretty complex for a mini fic prompt. So I hope you don’t mind, anon, that I cut it up and tweaked it quite a bit. In general I’d say I’m going for more of what the second half of the prompt outlines. The settup is teen!lock, and it’s right before uni time for all of them. And Sherlock and John have a flat together…basically because it just helps the plot lol. Enjoy! ;D

“Look, all I’m asking is that you try to be civil,” John said to his best friend while buttoning his shirt and checking his hair in the mirror. “Honestly, I think you’ll like her. She’s…well, I think she’s probably the first girl in a long time that I really genuinely have a lot in common with. She wants to be be a doctor as well!” John was trying his best to make her sound thrilling. “And besides that, she’s adorable and sweet and just…well, she’s just really nice.”

“I can hardly wait,” was the only response Sherlock offered, still focused on the contents of the dish he was holding. 

John rolled his eyes at Sherlock’s sarcastic words. “Listen, if you don’t want to bother with her then just go to your room and keep to yourself so I can at least enjoy her company. And I’m not sure if we’re getting take away or eating at a restaurant, but either way I can get you something.”

Sherlock shrugged. “Not hungry.”

A knock at the door made John rush to answer with one more warning glance at his friend.

“Molly, hi!” John greeted warmly. “Take you coat?”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Thanks for your blog! Can I make a request where MC is playing stripping poker with some her friends (not only girls) and is winning, but then RFA + Saeran comes in, she is distracted and loses the bet right in front of her s.o. eyes? You don't have to write it if it doesn't sound interesting. Thanks again!

YShame on me for almost rejecting this request just because I know shit about poker, I did some basic research and it became one of my favorite requests so far, thanks for the great and creative idea, anon. It was interesting af!

I still know shit about poker, all I got is that Royal Straight Flush is the biggest deal on Texas Hold’em, but these aren’t probably very accurate, so let’s forget poker and focus on the stripping thing, ok? lololol


Common: You became great friends with them, and you invited them to this party at your place. They never confirmed they would make it, they been acting really weird around you for a couple of weeks now, so you were pretty sure they wouldn’t show up. So you relaxed and when your brother’s friend suggested playing Strip Poker, you said “why not?” along with two other girls and another guy. You had no idea how to play Poker, but you found out that you were pretty good at it, maybe you were very lucky? Doesn’t matter, fact is everybody was half naked and you still had your skirt and tank top.

But then… they came in. They realized it was stupid trying to be away from you if they liked you so much. Who knows? Maybe that was the night they would finally confess their feelings for you… it’s so embarrassing being at a party they don’t know any one, where were you?

Your eyes locked. They see you among these semi-nude people, what’s going on? And you… you feel your heart stop for a minute only to race like it never did before… oh crap!

“MC? Your turn!” your brother’s friend tries to call your attention, you are quickly took aback. “I… I… Flush!”, you say, tripping or your own words. He smirks, showing his hand “Straight Flush!”. Shit! There goes your tank top…

Another round, and you notice you went out of all of your luck, or maybe you needed to have some strategy, after all? Now you are half naked, and your s. o. is right there staring at you? Disappointment? Disapproval? Or… are they enjoying this?


  • He was rooting for you, he suffered as much as you did when you showed your hand, and somebody had a Four of a Kind, making you lose your bra.
  • From his point of view, there was a girl blocking the view, so he couldn’t see your chest… unfortunately? No! He was a gentleman! He was never going to stare at your naked body!
  • Both of you were relieved when you said out loud: “Straight Flush!”  That was it! Nobody could have an upper hand! Unless… “Royal Straight Flush!”, his mouth opened in full surprise, how was that possible? You… lost?
  • You got up and hooked your thumbs on the waistband of your panties… since you were here, why not make the best out of it? You looked straight at Zen…
  • Why has he been acting weird around you? Couldn’t he see how much you liked him? Fuck that! His eyes were peering through you. You had his attention now…
  • You rocked your hips back and forth in a teasing manner, looking at him, and letting the panties slide down your thighs. Zen’s breathing was getting heavy, his eyes looked darker…
  • Seeing you like this, teasing him so shamelessly… you obviously were putting this show for him now… did you… like him as much as he liked you?
  • He didn’t even have time to think of that… he just saw how the two guys were looking at you…
  • “MC, I finally found you!” he was trying so hard not to look, now he was that close to you. “Sorry, gentlemen! I’m afraid I have to steal her for a moment…”
  • You gathered your clothes and followed him, without even thinking. You weren’t sure if you were feeling more embarrassed there with those people or with him now.
  • You two went to your room. He turned his back on you. “Put your clothes on. I won’t look, I swear.” His voice was cold, nothing like him at all.
  • “Why are you acting like this?” “Why are YOU acting like this? Getting naked among those hungry wolves… are you out of your mind?”
  • “Why do you even care, Zen? I was just having fun! I wasn’t uncomfortable till you showed up! By the way, what are you even doing here?” you asked, putting your bra and panties in an angry way.
  • “You invited me!” “Well, I didn’t think you were actually coming, considering how distant you’ve been… did I… do something wrong?”
  • “N-No! You did nothing wrong! Except for accepting playing Strip Poker… I’m just… I guess I’m just… jealous, MC.” “J-Jealous of me?”
  • “Well, yes, I… I have all these feelings for you, and seeing you like that just… makes the beast inside of me go insane! You drive me insane, MC!” your heart skipped a beat, was he…confessing to you?
  • You came close to him and made him turn to look at you. “Goddamit, MC! I told you to put your clothes on, not only your lingerie!” “Oh… so you don’t like my bra?” “What? No! I like it, I like it very mu… wait, no! I’m…” ERROR “It’s fine, Zenny… you can take it off if you don’t like it…” “MC, the beast…”
  • “Show me…  I guess I saw a hint of the beast when I lost back there, and… I’m very curious to see the whole thing…” “MC, I… I…” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he gave up. “If you insist that much…”


  • He didn’t even know how to play Poker, let alone Strip Poker, he just figured it was something naughty when he saw all those half naked people… and you…
  • He blushed and tried to look away, but something kept pushing his eyes back at you, he never saw this much of your skin and it was… even better than he could imagine.
  • And your breasts were so… oh no! He wasn’t going on with this, this was wrong! He couldn’t look at you like this, you were always so sweet to him, and how was he repaying you? Thinking of you in such a naughty way?
  •  “Straight Royal Flush” the guy said out loud. Yoosung didn’t know what this meant, but he could only assume it was bad, judging from the look at your face… oh no, did you lost? WAIT! If you lost, that means… OH HELL NO!
  •  You closed your eyes as you took your panties off, you weren’t sure if Yoosung was still watching, but you wouldn’t risk seeing his flustered face, you liked teasing him, but this was beyond any teasing you’ve ever done to him…
  • “Oh! Get off, dude! You’re ruining the game!” you heard the guy who made you lose complaining and opened your eyes.
  • Only to find Yoosung standing in front of you, his arms and legs open trying to cover you, you could not see his face, but you bet he was doing that adorable angry face…
  •  That wasn’t that adorable when he turned his head to look at you, you couldn’t see his whole face, but you felt a shiver going down your spine, he looked PISSED
  • He gathered your clothes on the floor and handed to you, his head was low this whole time. “Yoosung… I…”
  • “Can I talk with you? Alone!” he looked at your poker buddies when he emphasized the word “alone”. You obliged, you wouldn’t dare to counteract him right now…
  • You took him to your bedroom and quickly put your clothes back on, you didn’t want him to feel even more embarrassed. “W-Why were you doing this, MC?”
  • “Yoosung, it’s just a game… it’s… it’s no big deal!” “Well, it is for me! How do you think I felt seeing those guys looking at you like that?” “I don’t know, how did you feel?”
  • “How did I feel? I…” he was blushing again and his eyes didn’t seem that dark anymore, he was going back to his usual self. “I… felt angry and… really jealous, MC.”
  • “Why would you be jealous?” “Because… I… I… really… I… likeyouverymuchMC! “ he spoke fast and closed his eyes, like he was waiting to be hit or something.
  • “I like you too, Yoosung.” You said, and he opened his eyes to find you smiling at him, oh… it was so sweet… he just felt this urge to hug you. “So… you never played Strip Poker?” you asked him through your embrace. “No.”
  • “Do you want me to teach you?” although you couldn’t see him, you felt his grip getting tightened on your waist and his face burying in your hair. “Yes, please”


  • She noticed that before she came in, you still had your clothes on, so was her the reason of your bad luck? She felt bad for you…
  • Seriously, as if it wasn’t enough she treating you so coldly the past few weeks, when she gathered courage to see you, she made you lose your game.
  • She wasn’t mad at you or anything. She knew she had no right to say anything, you were a grown up woman having fun at your own party, who was she to say anything?
  • However… she found herself struggling not to look at your body, it was exactly like she imagined, maybe even better… and now she realized how much she imagined your body, what was going on with her
  • “Straight Royal Flush!” she was aware this was the ultimate upper hand and it was almost impossible to get one, and if you didn’t have one of that, it could only mean…
  • You looked at Jaehee, how long has she been standing there? Oh, she looked so beautiful dressed this casually… you didn’t even think as you removed your panties, you only had eyes for her having her eyes for you…
  • “Oh my, MC! What a nice body you have! You almost making me gay over here…” the girl who made you lose said that, you blushed.
  •  “You can’t ‘make’ someone gay, young lady.” You heard Jaehe’s voice behind you. Shit! This woman was a ninja! “Chillax, I’m just messing with her! Who are you, her mommy?” the girl shrugged.
  • “No… I’m just… a good friend who’s aware of the rules of the game, and you can not cat call other players.” “Yes, she has a point” one of the guys pointed out.
  •  “Okay, whatever! I’m sorry… jeez, people are so touchy those days…” “Jaehee, are you okay?” you asked her, she was blushing and trying not to look at your butt.
  • “I’m fine, MC. How about… you? I was wondering if we could talk a little, alone…?” “Yeah, sure…” you picked your clothes and got out of there, it wasn’t fun anymore standing there with such a weird atmosphere… you went to your bedroom.
  • “MC, I… know it’s not my place to butt in, but you should be careful with your friends, some of them can get the wrong message if you don’t say anything…” “How do you know it would be the wrong message?”
  • “Pardon?” “How would you know I wouldn’t like having my friend complimenting me?” “I’m… I’m just assuming you’re not interested in women, MC.” “And why would you think that?”
  • “I… I don’t know, I just… keep telling myself you aren’t, so…” “So…?” “So it’ll hurt less if you reject me, because… there’s nothing much I can do if you don’t like girls, but if you do, I… have to recognize there’s something wrong with me…” you were so thrilled right now, you couldn’t believe she was as insecure as you…
  • “Jaehee, there’s absolutely nothing wrong about you! Butm you’re right, I… I don’t like girls…” “Yes, I already was expecting it…” “I like only one girl… you!”
  • “Me? Y-You like me?” you went to kiss her and you felt her face burning, since you never put your clothes on. “Will you take this as a ‘yes’?”
  • “I… yes, MC. I will…” and you two hugged “So… you seem to know a little about Strip Poker! Where did you learn it?” “I already told you I’m not that innocent, MC…”


  • This wasn’t what he was expecting of a party thrown by you, it looked like a frat party, and how come there was no wine?
  • He knew how to play Poker, it was a social skill acquired being a business man, but Strip Poker? This was new…
  • He wasn’t sure about how he felt. He was angry, but not really at you? He was angry at himself for not talking to you properly and showing up like this to your party where he clearly didn’t belong? But… at the same time, he wasn’t pleased at you sharing a poker table with another two men… were you out of your mind?
  • “Straight Flush!” you said, he nodded in satisfaction, you were good at this! “Royal Straight Flush!” uh oh… you were in big trouble, weren’t you?
  • You saw Jumin staring at you and felt a shiver. His eyes felt… hungry? Oh, so maybe this was what Zen was talking about. “Even Jumin is a wolf, MC! Don’t let your guards down around him.”
  • But you didn’t care, seeing him looking at you like this stirred something inside you. You wanted him to keep looking… it was the least he could do after practically disappearing from you the past few weeks…
  • As soon as you got rid of your pants, you felt something resting on your shoulders, it was a coat… a man’s coat, Jumin’s coat., and he was behind you, looking away…
  • “Hey, dude! What the fuck?” the guy who made you lose complained. “Sorry, sir. I know how bets work, but I’m afraid I need to end this game for her right now, as I really need to talk to her by ourselves.”
  • You went to your bedroom, he refused to come in with you. “Jumin, what’s going on?” “You tell me, MC! Are you messing with me on purpose? Reminding me of what I can’t have?” you were talking through the door.
  • “What are you talking about?” “I just noticed how different we are, MC. And although I cherish you so much, I don’t think I can stay around you without losing my control. And I noticed how uncomfortable you got when you saw me…” “I wasn’t uncomfortable, I was just… caught by surprise seeing you here, I never thought you would show up to a party like this… you are right, we’re very different, but… the way you looked at me, I… I felt really good…”
  • “You did?” he was relieved you couldn’t see his face blushing… “Oh… so by any chance, you… feel the same way as I do?” you didn’t answer. “MC?” Silence… he just saw you opening a little gap on the door and handing his coat to him, he couldn’t hide his frustration. “Okay, I understand… sorry for barging in to your party… I’m going now…”
  • You opened the door, your clothes stayed at the poker table… “I never said you should leave.” And there was that look again… and it kept getting closer and closer as he closed the door behind him.


  • He tried to play some poker online when he was really bored and trying to ditch work. He was very decent at it, but it wasn’t really his thing.
  • But now it was, strip poker? Featuring you? He’s down for that. He would have come early if he knew he had the chance to join this match.
  • He would love to be the one that makes you lose your last piece of clothing, but… somebody else had that honor.
  • “Royal Straight Flush!” oh… judging by your face, this was no honor. Yeah… he wouldn’t like to make you feel embarrassed like you looked right now.
  • And then your eyes met his, and all your embarrassment went away. What was he doing here? It took a lot of guts to show up like this when he’s been barely talking to you…
  • So yeah, if he’s gonna be looking at you with those puppy eyes, you might as well enjoy this and tease him a little, or will he ignore your naked body right in front of him?
  • You took the stripping thing very seriously, asking for your friend to hum the Pink Panther’s theme and rocking your hips very teasingly before taking your panties off.
  •  You felt a cold hand on your shoulder… Saeyoung was beside you, holding the clothes you left behind. “Sorry, fellas. Game is over.” He took your hand and dragged you away from there.
  • He already knew where your bedroom was, which made you blush, he turned his back on you so you could put your clothes. “Don’t get any wrong ideas, MC. I’m just helping you.”
  • “What if I don’t need your help?” “Judging by the way those guys were looking at you, yeah, you would need my help pretty soon…”
  • “And you are different from them? Because I saw you looking!” “Yeah, but it’s different because… because I respect you, ok?”
  • “Ignoring me like you did all those weeks? Yeah, I wouldn’t say you really respect me, Saeyoung.” He took a deep breath. “I did it precisely because I respect you, MC.”
  • “Really? Why is that?” you sounded mad “Because… I like you so much, you have no idea how much I like you, and… I’m so afraid I’m going to hurt you, I couldn’t live with myself knowing I could be the cause of your pain one day…”
  • “So… it didn’t really occur to you talking with me would be the right thing? Because I can understand if you don’t want to be in a relationship with me, what you can’t do is coming to my party as if nothing happened and try to lecture me about respect! And look at me when I talk to you!” you made him turn away to face you.
  • “You’re still naked!” “What? You don’t like it?” “No, I… like it very much… I like you… very much…and I…” “My eyes are up here, Mr. Respectful.”
  • “S-Sorry, I just…” and then something clicked on his mind. “I have a straight, MC!” “What?” “I’m not bluffing! I have a straight! What do you have?” “I… I don’t know, a full house?” “Oh no! It looks like I lost!” he took his hoodie off.
  • You got it what he was doing pretty quickly. “I have a flush…” you told him. “Darn it! High Card!” and there goes his shirt… you kept on going with this until he was in the buff with you.
  •  “So… what do we do now?” you asked, trying not to stare at his amazing abs “Well, if I’m Mr. Respectful, you must be Mrs. Respectful looking at me like that, so now we do what happy married couples do?”


  • He hated: parties, drunk people, people generally. He liked: free booze and you, mostly.
  • He never played poker, but he knew the basics. Strip poker? What a lame idea!
  • Or maybe it wasn’t…? He saw your bra flying and then he got the appeal of this, it was… pretty cool.
  • Your body was even better than what he tried so hard not to imagine, but he did more than he would like to admit it. He was trying so hard to be a cool guy who respects you and your personal space and not to look like a pervert weirdo.
  • “Royal Straight Flush!” oh shit! Were you really…? No, you didn’t have the guts to do it, did you? In front of those guys? Those disgusting, weird guys looking at you like a piece of meat?
  • You saw Saeran looking at this very curious. His widened eyes looked so cute, you almost forgot you were mad about him just pretending you didn’t exist.
  • It was like… “Oh, now that you can look at my tits, you notice me? Alright…” and then you took your panties off, but as soon as you did, you felt something wrapping your whole body, you looked behind you, and there was Saeran hugging you and covering your body with his jacket.
  • “Ah, come on, dude You ca-“ Saeran just glared at the guy and he shut up, scared. “What the fuck, Saeran?” you asked him, you could feel his body against you, so could he and now you were both blushing.
  • “I… I … we should talk.” “Ok, let me go first, so I can pick my clothes.” “But then they will see you…” “Just let me go, Saeran” you hated talking like this to him, but it was necessary, he backed away, trying not to look again.
  •  You went to your bedroom, he was still a little flustered. “No need to be like that, we’ll only talk, Saeran.” “W-What? What are you saying? I… I know that… I wasn’t thinking… what you’re thinking… I… am going to stop talking now.”
  • “Oh? So this is pointless, you said you wanted to talk!” you put your clothes on very angrily. “I better go back to my party before they…” he grabbed your hand and looked down. “Please… please don’t go, MC”
  • “Why?” “Because I… like being alone with you, I… like when you have all those people and you sill choose me to be alone with. I… enjoy your company very much.  I… enjoy you… very much…so much I know I need to be away from you before I do something stupid. But I… want to be with you?” you were feeling bad for getting angry, the poor thing was only trying to confess…
  • “Saeran, so do I, but… you can’t just ignore me and show up like this, I know you have your problems, and I’m more than willing to help you, I told you a million times. So let me help you, don’t just… do things that concern us by yourself, please?” “Yes, of course, MC, I’ll… yes, I promise.” “Thanks”
  • And you hugged him, you felt his breathing stop for a second, but you smiled when he wrapped his arms around you. “So… what were you thinking when I brought you to my room?” “Oh, I… you know, MC! You were naked and… it’ just us on your bedroom and… don’t make me say it!”
  • “Okay, I won’ t.” you let him go, but he was still holding you “I would rather show you.”  


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anonymous asked:

Okay so I just got this imagine idea. Basically it would take place during a ball and it features Severus and the person who he has feelings for(she likes him back,neither have had the courage to speak up yet)somehow they end up dancing toghether. While she is distracted Severus glances at her and whispers "Beautiful" at the sight of her, when she turns to ask what he said he covers it up by saying that he meant the music.I haven't thought of an ending but please write it!Doesn't have to be long

Severus Snape stood at the corner of the ballroom like a particularly ill-tempered shadow, practically itching to leave.

Truth be told, he hated Ministry functions- all these disgustingly smug Ministry bastards in their disgustingly expensive robes rubbing shoulders with others like themselves gave Severus the worst sort of indigestion.  Though he had no appetite, he was, in fact, holding an empty champagne flute that he’d unceremoniously emptied at least three times in a nearby bush simply to avoid having to be asked for the fifty-millionth time if he’d like some hors d’oeuvres by one of the over-eager Ministry house elves.

He sighed heavily when the champagne flute refilled itself as though by magic and glared at the nearby house elf, who’d frozen mid-snap.  With a slight wave of his hand, he dismissed the elf, who looked as though she was about to start boxing her own ears right then and there for displeasing him before disappearing with a sharp pop. Severus took a step to try and explain that this wasn’t necessary, but then he realized that since it hadn’t worked on all of the house elves he’d grumbled at over the years at Hogwarts for trying to be helpful and making things worse, it probably wouldn’t work on her either.

The only reason he was at the stupid event was because Minister Shacklebolt (damn him!) had told him that the galleons he’d be receiving along with whatever the bloody award of the week was this time were contingent on his attendance.  He looked up at the ornate clock near the far side of the ballroom and sighed.  There were still forty-five minutes until midnight, and Severus only had eyes for the Ministry’s clocktower. Once it chimed even a single time, he could finally disappear from this godforsaken place like a sour-faced Cinderella.

He snorted into the champagne flute at the thought, pretending to be in the middle of drinking it to avoid yet another overstuffed Ministry official who looked like he was about to come over and talk to him.  He’d worn his blackest, least-ornate robes, the buttons fastened all the way up to his chin like armor against being considered sociable or in any way conspicuous. He looked over at the other recipients, which were basically a bunch of the members of Dumbledore’s Army (the wankers, he thought, all dressed up like they’re playing at being like their elders), and some of the other professors from Hogwarts. Minerva had already saved him a couple of times from nosy gawkers, but she was in the middle of dancing with Phineas Fickleboro, the esteemed Transfiguration researcher from Istanbul, and Severus knew that she wouldn’t be able to save him if someone happened to find him in his concealed space behind the fat marble pillar in the shadows of the ballroom.

A buzzing near his ear made him flinch and he swatted at it instinctively. Unfortunately, he forgot that he was holding the champagne flute with champagne still in it, and ended up pouring it all over the place.

There was a loud thump as something heavy hit the ground and a shrill squeal assaulted his ears, making him wince.

“HEY! What the feck do you think yer doin’?!”

Severus knew that voice. He turned his head slowly, as if this would change the truth of the person who lay sprawled out on her back, her robes drenched in champagne.

“Miz Skeeter. Apparently, you have taken my previous instructions to buzz off rather literally,” Severus said, stepping back and glowering at her. “Good evening.”

He swept off, hoping that he looked like he was stomping away in fury instead of fleeing.  Skeeter had been merciless since his survival had come to light- following him everywhere during the day and having Prophet interns tail him at night. The damn woman was a pest who was obsessed with writing unflattering articles about him. Normally, Severus wouldn’t care.

He’d been called worse by friends, after all, and Skeeter was no friend.

However, he was also in the process of having several new potions patented, and plans to open his own owl-post apothecary, so he was doing his best to avoid as much negative press as was possible.

“Mr. Snape! A word, please!”

Skeeter had apparently found her wand and cleaned herself off, for she was following after him at a frightening speed. Severus turned away from her to find that he was mere inches from the dance floor.  A murmur of interest filled the room and Severus felt his cheeks growing warm with embarrassment, but at the next bellow from the harridan behind him, he forced himself into the crowd of dancers.

Suddenly, someone had taken his hand and he felt himself spun around to find Minerva’s laughing eyes and cat-ate-the-canary smile as she led him away from the livid journalist.

“Thank Merlin,” he said, before he could compose himself, “I was beginning to think that bitch was going to cast a Permanent Sticking Charm.”

Minerva chuckled. “Well I knew that it would take a fairly extreme situation to get you out into the light of day-”

“It’s half an hour to midnight, Minerva,” Severus replied, unimpressed.

“Be that as it may, it’s good to see that you’re finally putting all those years of teaching Slytherin House to dance to practice, even if it’s little old me,” Minerva continued, twirling him out and then bending him backwards in her arms.

“You do know that I’m supposed to be the lead,” Severus said, once she pulled him up out of the dip, his cheeks going slightly pink.

“You’re three decades too young to lead me anywhere, and you know it,” Minerva chuckled as they two-stepped towards the other side of the dance floor.  They stopped and clapped politely with the rest of the crowd as the music ended. “Now, then, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?”

Severus was about to reply when he felt a finger tap gently on his shoulder and he spun abruptly, his eyes widening with surprise.  There, before him, stood a young woman who looked rather familiar, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Her hair was short, though ringlets of chestnut brown hair curled around her face in a wild sort of way that filled Severus with a strange heady sensation in his belly. She wasn’t heavily powdered or garishly dressed. There was a simplistic, natural air to her that he instantly envied, but she carried herself with a power and confidence that made her look older than her years. Her eyes were golden and seemed to shimmer in the light of the many candles floating above them.

Instantly, Severus found himself transported back to his stammering, awkward, teenaged self.

“Severus, you’re gawking,” Minerva politely whispered to him, and he shut his mouth, which had been hanging open and making him look (he was certain) like a total moron.

“Good evening, Minerva, Mr. Snape,” the woman said, curtseying slightly

“Good evening, Miss Granger,” Minerva said kindly.

“Please, I’ve told you a hundred times that it’s fine to call me Hermione. I feel like a first year when you call me that!” Hermione laughed, and Severus noticed that her teeth were even and white.

His mind flashed back to his cruel words about her teeth, before, and he hated himself just a bit more than he usually did.

“Old habits die hard, Miss Granger, but I’m sure that there are others who can be more easily persuaded to change their ways,” Minerva replied, a very peculiar smile playing across her lips as she looked at Severus and then looked at Hermione and back to Severus again.

“What?” Severus asked pointedly, glaring at Minerva, who waved mildly and melted away into the crowd, leaving him behind before he could stop her.

“I’m didn’t wish to bother you, Mr. Snape,” Hermione said, turning her bright eyes on him and completely stopping his scowl in its tracks, “but I saw you and I just needed to thank you to your face. You saved my life, you see…and-”

They both abruptly turned towards a horrible screeching sound.


Hermione turned away from him for a moment, placing her body squarely between him and the practically rabid journalist, her hands moving up to rest on her hips.  

And then, an odd thing happened.  

Though Hermione hadn’t made a sound, Rita’s expression went from full of fury to bug-eyed with fear.  Slowly, she backed away and then, when she’d reached the nearest doorway, she turned and practically ran out of the building as fast as her legs could carry her.

Hermione turned back, her face still midway between the intimidating murder-scowl she’d obviously been aiming at Skeeter, but when she finally looked up at him, her face had returned to the almost radiant picture of joy. She had protected him, but not in a way that he’d needed to ask for like some groveling, simpering fool. It filled him with a dangerous, pleasurable warmth and he couldn’t bring himself to look away from her.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out, before he could keep the thought from escaping his lips, and then, “Shite! I mean…the music is…er…beautiful…and…er…I was just going-”

His cheeks burned with embarrassment and he stared up at the cursed clock, which seemed to have only moved a minute or two past the half-hour mark.  Damned thing. Hermione laughed, but it wasn’t a derisive sound. On the contrary, she sounded so merry that he almost joined in.

This was it. He must be going mad.

She held out her hand. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to have this dance.  These Ministry functions are so boring, but it looks like you know what you’re doing, and besides, it will pass the time so that we can both get back to our research.”

This got Severus’ attention as he took her hand, leading her back onto the floor as the band began to play a downtempo waltz. “Research?”

“Yes,” Hermione said, mirroring his lead fairly well, though she was obviously about as rusty as he was. “I’m doing research on Ancient Runes and their usage in perpetually renewable charm energy. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot of money in the field even though it’ll be dead useful once I finally get it up and running. Hence my attendance at this pompous affair.”

Severus nearly fell over. It had not occurred to him that anyone other than himself (Minerva, perhaps, but she always enjoyed seeing everyone and was far more social than he would ever be) would feel similarly, much less need the money for ostensibly interesting (although complicated) research projects.  Thinking about his own research made him realize something important.

“So…er…,you mentioned that I…helped you,” Severus said awkwardly. “What, exactly might it have been?”

Hermione smiled mysteriously and Severus felt his heart skip a beat. “I’ll show you if you’d like…when we’re done with this dance.”

Severus swallowed a mysterious lump that seemed to have appeared in his throat, and he willed his palms not to sweat.  The way that she said those words was both seductive and innocuous. It was maddening not to know which it was.

And though he was trying very hard to tell himself otherwise, Severus really, really wanted to find out.

The song ended as soon as the clock struck midnight and Severus blinked rapidly, wondering where the time had gone.

“Thank you, Mr. Snape,” Hermione said, curtsying slightly.

“It’s Severus actually,” he heard himself say.

“Well, then,  Severus-”

“Oi! Mione!”  The slurred speech came from their left and they both turned to see a stumbling, drunken Ron Weasley being held barely upright by a sheepish looking Harry Potter. “G-weh from th’ git thar.”

Hermione let out a huff of exasperation and stomped over to Harry.

“He got into a drinking contest with a centaur,” Harry explained. “She won.”

“She godda mostest perdy trac’s o’ land,” Ron hiccuped. “I wanna ride ‘er like a pony. Coconuts ‘n everythin’…giddyap!”

“I shall forever regret taking him to see Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” Harry groaned. “Mind lending me a hand? I’m about ready to hex him.”

“C’mon, Ron, let’s get you home before you hurt yourself again,” Hermione sighed, her expression beyond exasperated.

It wasn’t until after she’d disappeared into one of the giant floo fireplaces with her two friends that Severus finally realized that he still did not know what she had meant to show him.

Or if he’d ever see her again.

“Come on, Severus,” Minerva said, clapping him heartily on the shoulder, “you’re free to leave now, or did you forget while you were mooning like a lovesick teenager over your dance partner?”

“I was not mooning!” Severus snapped, pulling away from her in a huff.

“Your lovesick expression says otherwise!” Minerva called out from behind him.

“She’s far too young!” Severus shot back. “It’d be disgusting.”

“You know what’s disgusting?” Minerva asked. “People who hide behind faulty logic to avoid their feelings.”

“HAH!” Snape practically yelled. “Perhaps I prefer logic! Logic is safe. Feelings are for dunderheads!”

He finally reached the border of the wards and Apparated away, his ears still burning with embarrassment as they picked up the sound of Minerva’s knowing laughter echoing through the cold night air after him.

“You didn’t have to stay for the after-party to get the monetary incentive for this award,” Minerva mused, handing him a glass of sparkling cider. “And yet here you are. And in some rather new-looking and well-tailored attire at that. Curiouser and curiouser.”

“You do know what they say about curiosity and cats, MInerva,” Severus replied with a sniff.

“Don’t be such a drama queen,” Minerva replied. “You’re merely feeling a bit twitterpated, is all. It’s not the end of the world.”

“That still remains to be seen,” Severus quipped back dryly.

A rather handsome wizard appeared, bowed, and reached out his hand. “May I have this dance, Mademoiselle McGonagall?” he said, his voice thick with a prominent accent.

“Oh, it’s been years since I’ve been a Mademoiselle,” Minerva giggled. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for your Miss Granger on the dance floor, Severus.”

“She is not my Miss Granger,” Severus growled irritably.

“That remains to be seen,” Minerva replied with a wave as she was whisked off to the dance floor.

In the end, though he diligently searched for her, she found him again. He turned, trying to force himself not to grin like an idiot when he saw her standing there, her eyes sparkling.

“Hello again,” she said. “Are you…okay?”

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“You look sort of like you’re in…pain?” She tilted her head slightly and he had to bite his tongue not to make an embarrassing squeeing noise.

“Oh, I’m quite all right,” he managed to grit out, “You know how it is.”

“Actually, I’m glad that we both decided to stick around. I’d hoped we could have another dance.” Hermione blushed and Severus tried to avoid locking his knees. It would not do to keel over in front of her, after all.

“Indeed,” he replied, taking her hand and trying to mirror what he’d seen other wizards with proper etiquette training do.

“I must  admit, I am looking forward to it,” he said, twirling her around gently, not daring to look her in the eye when he said it.

“Oh?” she asked.

“The…thing you mentioned…that I helped you with?” Severus wanted to disappear into his shoes. He’d been practically obsessing about it for the past few weeks, but he’d had very little luck guessing at what it could be.  But what if he was overreacting? Blowing things out of proportion? Hermione seemed to be humoring him with her smile and her sparkling eyes, but what if she-

“Well, while we’re admitting things, I was a bit intimidated by you at first,” Hermione admitted, cutting off Severus’ frenzied thoughts instantly, “but now that I’m talking to you, I feel rather silly about having been afraid.  You’ve definitely changed for the better, Severus.”

Severus could feel his cheeks flushing at the sound of his name. Normally, he disliked how harsh his first name sounded when spoken aloud, but Hermione made it sound beautiful.

“What about your two male cohorts?” Severus asked, trying not to let any overt malice enter his voice. He did not want them to interrupt yet again.

He’d seen the headlines earlier that year regarding the big, public fight that had ensued after Weasley had asked for Hermione’s hand in marriage, and she’d refused politely, citing her desire to continue her studies before settling down. Potter, on the other hand, was determined to force Severus to join his happy family, much to Severus’ dismay.  He sent letters, cards, and even tried to visit his house from time to time.  Severus had become very skilled in the art of pretending that he was never home.

“Oh, they’ve been up in the VIP room for ages,” Hermione replied, gesturing to the stairs that wound up on the side of the room and opened up into some sort of second floor atrium with charmed glass windows that shone brightly with magic so that the people on the other side could see out but no one could see in. “That’s where all the good food is, and they don’t make you dance.”

Severus glared up at the windows, as though he’d be able to see into them if he did so, but they remained opaque.

“Harry has a hard time going out in public without either being assaulted by rabid fans or attacked by people who want to be the one to kill the guy who killed Voldemort.”

Severus winced at the name out of habit though his arm did not actually hurt when she said it, thanks to his patented Cursed Wound Salve.  He’d begun work on it immediately after he’d realized that his cursed snake bite and the faded Dark Mark still had some residual power left in them that left him with debilitating pain, especially when the weather changed.  It had taken him almost a year to perfect it, but after he had finally erased the lingering reminders of the two biggest mistakes of his life, he’d slept soundly ever since.

The song finally ended, and he found himself being led easily by Hermione out to a balcony where they could be alone.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione assured him, “This won’t take long.”

She grinned at him conspiratorily, and before he knew it, he found himself smiling back at her.  This revelation made him blush, which made him feel increasingly out of his depth. Then, she pulled out her wand, warding the doors shut and turning back to him.

Instinctively, Severus felt his fingers itch to curl around his own wand. He didn’t like being backed into a corner without an escape route, even though his bloody heart was shouting at him to shut up and stop being so goddamn suspicious all the time.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione said, noticing his discomfort, “but it was necessary…I don’t want anyone to disturb us.”

She pulled her arm out of her sleeve until she was bare up to her shoulder and showed him the clean flesh on her upper arm. “During the war, Bellatrix tortured me and carved a word with a cursed knife right here, but thanks to your salve, it’s completely gone.  It…it really helped me heal in more than one way.”

Severus immediately felt guilty about all of the amorous thoughts that he’d been harboring.  Here he was, looking at her like a regular letch and she had just wanted to show him how well his potion had worked.


“You can touch it if you’d like,” Hermione said, indicating the soft skin on the side of her upper arm.  The way she looked at him was pure sex, and Severus had to stomp on his other foot with one dragonhide boot to refrain from doing as she’d said.

“Actually, I would like to cast a diagnostic spell, if you would let me,” he replied thickly, pulling out his wand and waiting for her reply. The truth was, he didn’t trust himself to touch her. It was too dangerous. It was already dangerous enough to look.

She nodded.

He cast the spell, moving his wand over the length of her arm, marveling at how there was not even a trace of the curse left over. Without thinking, he gently placed his fingers against her skin and ran them over the space she’d indicated earlier.  Her skin was soft and whole.  

“Beautiful,” he breathed again, this time not bothering to apologize.  It was, after all, true.

Hermione let out a soft noise, something between a purr and a sound of agreement. When Severus looked up at her face, he noticed that her pupils had blown wide as she watched his fingers sliding against her supple, silken skin.

“Also,” she said shyly, “I used it on this one as well, and it…well…I hope you don’t mind me showing you…”

This time, she seemed to hesitate before moving to unbutton her plain brown robes down to her waist. Pulling them to the side enough to show a flash of her bra and her sun-kissed skin underneath, Severus inhaled sharply.

The massive scar- the one he’d helped Madam Pomfrey heal after that horrible night in the Hall of Prophecies- it was-

“Gone,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. His fingers reached out as though of their own accord, to touch the space between her breastbone where the thick cord of cursed scar tissue had been. This time, as he traced his fingers against the softness of her skin, she shivered with delight and made a soft panting noise, obviously enjoying his attention.

“You have to understand,” Hermione gasped, “I wanted to write you a letter and leave it at that, but I couldn’t…I had to…I had to see you…let you…”

“Hermione,” Severus bent forward, his breath clouding against Hermione’s cheek, “I…I do not think it is wise for me to keep doing this.”

She angled her head up so that his breath came hot against her lips, which were as flushed as her cheeks. “And why is that, Severus?”

He shivered to hear his name said in such a way. “Because…I…I want to…I…”

Hermione nudged her way upwards until her lips nearly touched his. “But what if I told you that I wanted you to?”

Severus was inordinately glad for the ward on the door behind them as he firmly pressed his lips against her with a moan loud enough to warrant casting a Muffliato for good measure.  Her fingers curled around his hips gently and he sagged into her, letting her pull him against her with a sigh of need. Trailing kisses down her neck, her ran his tongue against the naked skin of her arm in the place that Bellatrix had marked so cruelly.   Hermione kissed him everywhere she could reach as he kissed her, holding her tightly as he did so.  There was something about her that had drawn him in from the beginning, but here, now, it was a lesson in holding back against his overwhelming desire to take her then and there.

Her fingers were sliding down the slight gap around the waist of his trousers and he moaned loudly into her mouth at the pleasure this brought him. Even with his long, imposing robes, he always wore trousers underneath, but at the moment, he was very much regretting having them.

“If we don’t stop soon…it might go too far,” he panted, as she began undoing the buttons at his neck.

“I don’t care,” she replied ardently, “This may be my only chance to see you…to properly…to let you know that I…”

She kissed him firmly and pulled away with great effort. “I’ve read all of your papers. They’re brilliant. Your potion for cursed scars saved my body, but it also saved my mind. I was having flashbacks, nightmares, pain…it was hell.  Anyone who can make such an amazing item and sell it at such a modest fee is someone I can’t help but feel for, especially in light of…everything.”

“Well, then, let me prepare a rebuttal,” Severus replied. “You are gorgeous.” He kissed her nose. “You are kind.” He kissed her cheeks. “You are smart.” He kissed her lips. “And you are a force to be reckoned with.” He kissed her chest above where her heart lay. “I came to this damnable function because I needed to see you again. I would be an utter dunderhead if I walked away from all of that in the name of propriety.”

With that, he kissed her mouth deeply, his mind going blank with pleasure.   Behind them, the clock began to strike midnight and Hermione mewled with delight underneath him.

“Shall we?” Severus asked, pulling away, his wand at the ready.

“Oh, yes, please,” Hermione replied, her eyes half lidded.

His heart hammered in his chest as he grabbed her tightly around the waist and they Disapparated just as the last stroke of midnight faded away.

  • Miss Schnee: Weiss. Winter. Thank you for coming. *Miss Schnee greeted her daughters with a brief hug as that take their seats with in a restaurant.*
  • Weiss: Of course mother. Is everything alright? *Weiss asked, taking hold of the tea set out for them.*
  • Winter: Whitely isn't being a brat and giving you trouble since you took control of the company, named Weiss the heiress again, and divorced that pitiful excuse of a man Jacques, is he? *Winter question before taking a sip of her own tea.*
  • Miss Schnee: No. Nothing of the sort. Besides he is living with his father now. It's actually something that I am bit nervous to tell you both. She said pouring herself some tea.*
  • Winter: What is it?
  • Weiss: Mother you can tell us anything.
  • Miss Schnee: Well. You see. *she started, lifting her tea cup to take a sip.* I have meet someone.
  • Weiss: *chocks on her tea slightly as Winter just looks surprised.* Cough cough! Really? So soon?
  • Winter: I must admit. I thought is would be a year before you started looking for someone to replace Jacques.
  • Miss Schnee: I will admit I was quite surprise myself when I first met him during a business trip to Vale. However after talking with him and him asking me to dinner, we, how does the saying go, hit it off quite nicely. *Miss Schnee smiled warmly at memory of their first date*
  • Weiss: Mother, As Happy as I am to hear that you have found someone that makes you happy. I must ask if you are sure they aren't... *Weiss trailed off not wanting to upset her mother until Winter put it bluntly.*
  • Winter: Are you sure they would just trying use you for money or to take the company?
  • Weiss: Winter!
  • Miss Schnee: It's quite alright, Weiss. I have had the same thoughts when he first asked me on a date but after a wonderful time at a fair and a few more dates with extremely lovely nights. *At this both Schnee sisters cringed at what their mother was implying.* I learned something quite surprising.
  • Winter/Weiss: Which is?
  • Miss Schnee: He has, and still doesn't, have any thought that I am the head of the schnee dust company.
  • Weiss: *Winter and Weiss both stared at their mother's victorious smile, then at each other and back to their mother as Weiss is the first to speak.* Come again?
  • Winter: Who could he not know who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Well he is from a small island in Vale and when he asked me what I do for a living I told him a half truth and said I work for the company instead of running it.
  • Weiss: I guess that is one way to make sure he isn't after your money but when are you going to tell him who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Funny you should ask that. I asked him and his family to join us here so we can all meet.
  • Winter/Weiss: Him and his what? *the schnee sister said simultaneously when they both hear very familiar voices from behind them.*
  • Ruby: Whoooooooooooa! Look at this place!
  • Yang: Wow Dad. First a surprise trip to Atlas to meet you mystery girlfriend and now a dinner at a fiver start restaurant. Nice.
  • Qrow: Jeez Tai. You lady friend sure has expense taste. You sure you can afford this?
  • Tai: As long as Ruby doesn't go overboard on the deserts, yeah... I think?
  • Winter: *Both Weiss and Winter slowly turned to face the Xiao-long/Rose family with a look of surprise and dread.* Weiss, Why is most of your here?
  • Weiss: I don't... I haven't the faintest-
  • Miss Schnee: *Suddenly Weiss and Winter's mother stood up called out with a smile.* ~Oh Darling!~
  • Weiss/Winter: DARLING!?
  • Tai: *Tai as well as Ruby Yang and Qrow, who is drinking out of his flack, turned towards them before Tai smiled.* Oh There she is! *He then headed over as his daughters followed meanwhile Qrow stood in place as his flack fall from his hand. Once at the table He and Miss Schnee shared a kiss as he said.* Hello Sweetie.
  • Weiss: SWEETIE!?
  • Ruby: Huh? Oh hey Weiss.
  • Yang: What are you doing here?
  • Tai: Girls, I want you to meet my girlfriend Diana. Diana these are my daughters Yang and Ruby.
  • Miss Schnee: It's a pleasure to meet you both. *Miss Schnee greeted as she held out her hand shaking both a excited Ruby and surprised Yang hand.* I suppose you already know one my daughters already.
  • Tai: I do? *Tai raised an eyebrow before look at a growing paler Weiss and Winter who is still staring at a just as shocked Qrow.* Weiss? Winter? What are... Wait. YOU'RE DIANA SCHNEE!? *Tai shouted in surprise.*
  • Miss Schnee: Guilty~. *Miss Schnee smiled playfully.*
  • Weiss: You got to be kidding me.
  • Yang: I... Wow.
  • Ruby: *Gasps happily.* Does this mean we are sisters now!
  • Weiss: NO!
  • Miss Schnee/Tai: Probably/Maybe.
  • Weiss: Mother! I'm sorry, and no disrespect to you Mr. Xiao-Long, But you can't date two of my teammate's father! Winter, Please say something!
  • Winter: *At the mention of her name, Winter stood up from her seat and walked over to Qrow and pulled him over to the table next to her mother.* Ahem, as long as we are introducing our special someones. Mother, This is Qrow Branwen. My fiance.
  • Miss Schnee: Pleasure to meet you.
  • Qrow: Uh, Yeah. Likewise.
  • Weiss: ... What?
  • Yang: So does this make Weiss our sister or aunt?
  • Weiss: What!?
  • Ruby: *hugs Weiss and squeals with joy* AUNTIE SISTER!~
  • ~RWBY dormroom~
  • Blake: *Blake shot up at the sound of her teammate scream.* What the!? Weiss? Are you okay?
  • Weiss: *Weiss panted heavily looking around.* Y-eah... Yes... It was just a nightmare.
  • Blake: Are you sure you are okay?
  • Weiss: Yes. It was nothing.
  • Blake: ... Okay. Just get some rest. You got to go tomorrow see your mother back in Atlas tomorrow. *Blake yawned as she layed back down and added as she turned to the wall.* Oh and say hi to Yang and Ruby for me if you see them.
  • Weiss: Right. Of course. Good night. *Weiss mutter laying back down before shooting right back up.* Wait excuse me?
  • Blake: Yang texted me that their dad has taken them to Atlas. Ruby even sent pictures. *THUD!* Huh? Weiss? Are you- *Blake asked until she found Weiss on the ground.* ... Sweet dreams Weiss.

Day 23: Magnus + Battle

The portal shimmied into existence and Magnus glanced up, face set into a smile, a greeting on his lips that soon died when instead of his tall, lanky and dark haired boyfriend, he was staring at his blond, cocky, more compact brother.

“Where’s Alec,” Magnus asked as his eyes darted behind Jace waiting for Alec to step through the portal. The portal closed, leaving him and Jace alone in his loft. “I didn’t grant you all a private portal so you can drop in any time you please Wayland.”

Jace shrugged. “Sorry.”

Magnus arched a brow. “Well? Where is he?”

Jace winced. And if that wasn’t enough to give him away, the way his eyes darted about, unwilling to meet Magnus’ eyes confirmed it.

Magnus growled. “No.”

Jace took a step back. “Magnus…”

“You didn’t.”

Jace held his hands up. “Hey. I couldn’t very well tie him down you know. Alec can be quite insistent.”

“Insistent,” Magnus hissed. “He hasn’t slept in four days Jace. Four days. And you let him accept another mission?”

Jace shook his head. “I wasn’t in the institute when he got called out. By the time I got back, he was already gone.”

Magnus pushed off from the seat, a snap of his fingers changing his red draping shirt and jeans into a dark purple military jacket, and black cargo pants that he’d specifically had tailored to fit his body like a glove; his spiked combat boots on his feet. He walked around Jace, ignoring him as he went to the drawers and pulled out his jeweled daggers, a twin set Ragnor had gotten him back during the witch trials, so he could defend himself without necessarily resorting to magic. Ragnor had had them spelled so even when they left him, they always returned to him when he called for them.

He still carried them with him any time he entered a fight.

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Torch of Bellona (Part 2)

Originally posted by watchwood

Author: Wristic

Pairings: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 2900

Warnings: none

-Part 1- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 6-

Seeing most of your prediction come true, you still try to gauge the strange people that are the Northman. However it will take tact and cleverness to finally see one for yourself, hopefully it is not as disappointing as the news Alfred gives you.

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anonymous asked:

A HC where RFA+V+Saeran invite MC to a mask party (the party where all people wear mask) but they come separately so MC doesn't know how their S/o looks like. How will they greet your MC and ask them to dance? (I'm a slut for Zen Phantom of the Opera style)

tbh same

Mini fanfic warning!

(This ended up being so long so i didnt write Jaehee or Yoosung. ;_; I’ll add them in the future~)



As soon as MC had stepped inside the ballroom, she felt as if she was taken into a whole other world.

The masked-faces surrounding her were all not familiar, and she could not see a face she recognized.


The white headed man was easy to spot in a crowd. His long hair shined in the dim light of the room.

He knew this would happen, so he had prepared for it very well. His soulmate was not by his side, and all he could think of was having her roleplay with him a little.

He had his hair tied and covered by the dark red cloak he wore over his fancy dark suit. His mask had covered half of his face and he could not take that smug smirk off his face.

He saw her, entering the room, she looked fascinating in her blood red dress, her hair tied up cleanly and her mask trimmed with black lace.

He waited for her in the shadows, his red eyes glowing, he called for her name and she turned to look in the direction she had heard her voice, faintly called.

She saw him, her hands gripped her dress as she ran up to him, only for him to step back into the darkness.

She had followed him, running through the crowds, her hands raising her dress up, as she followed him into an alley.

He waited for her, his back resting on the dead end of the alley. He had let his hood off his head, his arms crossed.

He smirked as soon as he saw MC drop her dress down onto the ground, panting as she slowly walked towards him. “Zen?” She said between heavy breaths.

Zen approached her and placed his hand under her chin. “Hello there.” He purred, resting his forehead on her’s. “I would love to ask you for a dance, but it seems that my inner beast tells me to have you dance with me until the night ends.”

Zen lowered his head a little more and the two had begun their night with a passionate yet steamy kiss.


Jumin did not like staying in the shadows. He was surrounded by the guests he had invited to the party.

He was giving fake smiles here and talking business there.

The moment he had seen her step inside, he walked away with no goodbye or farewell to send. It was impolite but he had more inappropriate thoughts on his head, as he saw that tight dress.

That tight mermaid dress, that gripped on her hips and curves. As much as she looked good, he hated that dress .

He wanted no one to see her curves other than him, and he wanted to be the one to grip on those killer hips she has.

He went into the shadows, walking quickly towards her- but soon he stopped. He saw her wandering around, looking for something- for someone.

He waited and waited, and soon enough, she stepped into an empty corridor. He followed her, like her shadow.

She, on the other hand, was freaking out, as the faded sound footsteps she heard was getting stronger. More over, each time she passed by the lights, they closed.

It didn’t take long until she had reached what she expected, a dead end.

Jumin took a few more steps forward and wrapped his arm around her waist.

She almost screamed if it wasnt for him turning her around and crashing his lips on hers.

“You are as magnificent as ever, I think we might have to leave early tonight, but that will not be until we dance..”


(This is really short ohmygod)

He danced, a soft smile on his face as his mask hid his charming face.

He moved, from the woman he was dancing with to another. He stole each and every heart he danced with.

His small conversations and silly jokes broke the ice easily, his smile was enough to make even men idolize him.

Then he saw her, he felt the need, he wanted to dance with her, he tried to get close to her, skipping many beautiful women who wanted to take that last dance he had to offer before his mission was over.

Everytime he got close to her, she seemed too far for him to reach.

She had already left the dance floor and headed out to the backyard of the Home the Masquerade was hosted in.

He followed her, like a child following his mother, he started running, just to reach her faster-

But he stopped.

He has so many others to dance with, yet he is desperate to share his beautiful evening with her.

Then she stopped, turned around and to look behind her, smiling at him as she took her mask off.

“Defender of Justice and the Seven Kingdoms, 707.”

Luciel took a deep breath, as he laughed. He didn’t expect the woman he fell in love with online to be the same woman who enchanted him.

He approached her, with no hesitation, he softly pecked her lips, she pulled him into an actual deep kiss, their lips moved together in a heated dance. (Ironic I know)

It felt short as the two moved away from eachother. Luciel smiled, a legit real smile, as he looked in the eyes of the woman in front of him.

“God 707 commands you to share a dance with him under the moonlight!”

“Like a soap opera?”

“Like a soap opera!”


(After surgery because lol.)

He stood, back resting on the wall behind him. He was surrounded by a small crowd compared to what was around him when the night started.

He was basically one of the hosts of the party, he had to participate in entertaining the guests as he failed doing that for a long time.

He laughed as he continued to speak about each painting displayed in this victorian-themed castle.

“Now that you have your vision, Will you be photographing soon?” A woman in the crowd asked, “I would love to see your magnificent photographs. I’m sure that I will buy one.”

Jihyun laughed, as he ran a hand through his obvious blue hair. “I’m looking for something, Something that inspires me to take pictures once more.”

It wasn’t long before the crowd was gone and before another one could come, V covered his hair with the spare cloak Zen gave him.

He said it was for disguise, and it seemed to be working well.

Jihyun had his camera in hand, it wasn’t the usual professional camera, Just a simple one with high quality pictures.

He wandered the top floor, his eyes roaming around, looking for his next masterpiece.

He headed downstairs, and Jihyun thought that he never made a choice this good.

Her night sky-colored dress was the most enchanting thing V had ever seen, but what put it’s beauty to shame, was that the woman wearing it had the beauty of a goddess.

He didn’t know who she was, but she looked heavily familiar, a faded face in Jihyun’s memory.

V walked towards her, and asked her to head upstairs, telling her that one of the hosts was taking the names of the guests.

He ran upstairs, turning around to see her, as she slowly made her way up the long brown staircase.


Her dress showed her cleaveage, her hand on the stair’s rail, her hair tied up neatly, her eyes gleaming, her other hand holding her dress up so she could move. Her mask covered her face, and she looked magnificent

V swore to himself that this was the best photo he took in a while. He took the cloak’s hood off along with his mask.

The woman giggled a little, taking her own mask off. “Ji.” She said, in the voice V can never forget.

“MC..” Jihyun gasped a little before laughing. “Would you mind sharing a dance with me, and after that a glass of wine?”

“I would love to dance, but why the wine part? If you dont mind me asking. Although I would still like an answer, even if you did mind.” She smiled as V laughed once more.

“You are my new inspiration.” He smiled as he took her hand, kissing it as he lead her downstairs.


Eyes scanning the whole room, legs as if they were walking on their own, he had his hands in his pockets, the right side of his face covered by his black mask.

He looked elegant and neat, as much as he hated to admit it.

Saeran was almost stand-sleeping, if that was a thing. He was waiting for his orders, when to move.

But then he saw it, her navy blue dress tailing behind her, Her eyes gleaming with confidence

He recognized her, she was the toy that started everything. He smirked, as he called her name.

Her head turned towards his side, she saw white hair, green eyes.

She smiled as she walked towards him. He took the hand she raised and kissed it, looking at her, his lips turned up, smirking as he parted away from her hand.

He let go of her and walked away from her, walking to wherever.

MC stood there for a second but then walked after him, following him like a lost kitten in the middle of nowhere.

He turned to look at her, his eyes darkening as he felt himself need.

He needed to touch her, kiss her, have her. His feelings could not be put into words. She was enchanting, and he can’t help himself.

He took her hand, pushing her towards him as he placed his hand on her waist, looking down at her.

He admired the way she blushed and turned her head away, exposing her neck to him.

He planted his face into the crook of her neck and whispered, “Let me enjoy every inch of you, as we dance tonight.”

Let’s just say, he forgot why he originally came to this Masquerade.

coloringpencils  asked:

May I request a fic where the JL meets the Batfam b/c Bruce had to bring them to work and then they meet Terry and are like who are you and he's like I'm Batman but they're like nah and then the batfam and Bruce are like no he is. He's Batman in the future and they test him and it's true and the league doesn't know what to do with this information at all

*hug* sorry this took me so long sorry sorry! 


“So remind me again why am I here?” Kid Flash said looking around the vast entry hall of the League’s space station. “Well KF, a lot of us have partners and-” 

“if you said sidekicks I swear” Flash awkwardly coughed “any ways, we thought it’d be good to have us all get together, get to know each other.” 

“So far it’s me and a 10 year old” Wally said motioning toward Superman and the boy standing as close to him as he could get, all but hiding under his cape. “Well Batman isn’t here yet I think he’ll be bring-” With that 9 of the 10 teleporters in the fair end of the hall lit up and came to life throwing blue lighting around. When the blinding light cleared a towering figure in black a cape covering him lead a small group of people toward the League. Superman was the first to speak “Batman! you made it!” The boy who’d been clinging to Superman’s leg bolted out from behind him and charged forward toward the group of darkly dressed heroes.

With his cape streaming out behind him Superboy crossed the distance in a few seconds and ducked behind Batman grabbing a short black haired boy in Red and Green. “Dami- ROBIN! you made it!” Superboy lifted the other boy in a bear hug. “-Tt of course I made it Superboy, it’s an official League event, now put me down” 

“sorry” Superboy blushed and set his friend on his feet and the walked together heads together whispering back and forth. Wonder Woman smiled “Greetings Batman” He grunted back at her “Nightwing” he bowed with a big smile “Red Hood” he blushed a waved “Princess” he said, “Red Robin” a nod of the head. “Robin” he didn’t look up from something Superboy was showing him on his phone, “Batgirl” a blonde girl in a purple uniform smiled, “and Batgirl” a shadow all black with the mouth of her costume sowed up didn’t react, “Lark” a black boy in a yellow costume raised the stick he was holding “s’up” Wonder Woman’s eyes landed on the last figure hanging in the back and looked confused. “I do not know this one” She said looked at the skinny figure all in back. He was shorter than almost all the other’s though the pointed ears of his costume added half a head to his height. 

“Um” he cleared his throat “I’m Batm-An” the effect was somewhat spoiled by his voice cracking in the middle. Green Lantern was the first to laugh, soon they all were, even Wonder Woman did her best to cover a smile with her hand. “Sorry son but there already is a Batman, and you’re um a little young” Superman said. The kid Batman visibly wilted scuffing his feet and looking down “um well, you see, sir-” the other Batman cut him off without a hint of amusement in his voice. “Terry is The Batman”. The League looked confused but no one wanted to question Batman as to what he meant. Red Robin broke the silence but stepping up next to Batman. “It’s true, Terry here, Is the Batman in the year 2059, he’s here hopefully temporarily because of some Timey-Wimey stuff” 

“Doctor Who? really Red?” Red Hood scuffed and Red Robin looked embarrassed. The League looked from one to the other before Flash stepped forward “Sorry about our reaction Batman, welcome to the League I hope you enjoy your time in the past” they shook hands. 

I’m In Love With You, You Idiot (Peter Maximoff Imagine)

A/N: So, here’s the 6k monstrosity I mentioned of posting! Thank you to all of you who liked, reblogged and replied to my previous post about this fic. I really do hope you’ll like it!
Y/N: your name; Y/E/C - your eye color.

Peter had never considered himself shy. He knew what he had to offer and he knew how to use it - that was what was important. What he neglected to tell others was that if you are a mutant and you show any type of weakness, then you’re screwed. Easy as that. Not only did he have to think about his own well-being, but also his mom’s and his two precious sisters’. They mattered the world to him - his family - and he wouldn’t let them get caught in the crossfire between mutants and humans, especially Wanda and Lorna. So shyness for Peter Maximoff was out of the question.

Until you burst quite literally into his life.

You were a force to be reckoned with. Your powers were enhanced to a point where you could take on a whole class of experienced students and still overpower them with an utmost ease. That would be a joy to most mutants but it was a burden on you. Your mutations were a constant reminder of your rough past – you weren’t quite so lucky to end up in a somewhat healthy environment among humans. Instead, you were ripped away from your parents and thrown into a modernised concentration camp where you were experimented on, tortured and enhanced in whatever way possible. These enhancements came with a lot of pain and misery, along with too many dead friends who perished, only to ensure you survived the tests they didn’t. You never thought you would get out of that nightmare - too many a night did you long for the sweet release of death, just to be rid of all the monstrosity you had to face each day. But miraculously, one day when you were being whipped to see if your wounds would regenerate fast enough, loud bangs interrupted your daily session of torture and a group of mutants, dressed in complementing battlesuits, invaded the camp, rescuing whoever they could and dealing with the humans who conducted the whole thing. Those who were willing and didn’t try to kill were taken prisoner while others who preferred to fight and kill the mutants were not so lucky. The chaos of the situation frightened you and your fight instinct kicked in. You didn’t know these people and although they saved your fellow prisoners, you couldn’t be sure where they would take them next. Maybe they would give them a home or maybe they could take them to an even worse place. You didn’t want to leave it to chance. So you ran, fueled by rage and pain, dealing with everyone who dared to block your way. You found herself at a dead end, humans hot on your heels. You braced yourself, concentrating hard, letting your anger fuel your powers and let out a burst of energy which destroyed the better part of the room. You quickly went through the opening that had formed, jumping from the ledge down to a clearing which you didn’t bother to examine properly. Caution was not your objective - getting away from that god damned place was. When you landed, you realized you were surrounded by a bunch of the mutants who stormed the camp. They were watching you with caution while you slowly realized you must have looked like a wild animal - your clothes were torn, you were covered in blood and grime, your hair was in knots and you had assumed a fight stance, ready to fight off anyone who threatened your freedom with the feral look in your eyes and your breathing heavy and labored. Having taken all that into account, you rose a bit, no longer ready to pounce but still on edge. You willed herself to calm your breathing but opted to keep the dangerous look etched on your face – you were willing not to attack if they didn’t but that didn’t mean you trusted them. You thought you saw a look of uncertainty among some of them but before you could think to even process that, one of them slowly inched towards you. It was one of the guys, the silver haired one which left you puzzled - how could he have grey hair when he didn’t look older than 25? You tensed when he came even closer, raising your hands slightly to indicate you weren’t afraid to use your powers if he made a wrong move. He was quick to catch up on that and lifted his hands in surrender, seemingly to show you he had good intentions. You stood like that for a few moments, staring at each other, time at an almost standstill. Finally, he spoke.


You kept silent, your gaze never wavering.

“My name’s Peter. Uh… What’s yours?” He cocked his head slightly to the left, a slight smirk forming on his lips. It took all of your willpower not to stare in wonder - you hadn’t realized how handsome he was when he first approached and now that he had softened his features, it was becoming harder for you not to trust him. You opened your mouth slightly, still unsure of the whole situation, shuffling your feet a bit. The warm look in his eyes didn’t disappear, so you took a deep breath and resigned.

“Y/N,” you croaked out, your voice rough from misuse. The guy - Peter - smiled fully which made him look playful and young. You cursed herself for being so naïve around him, so you steeled your heart once again. Peter seemed to notice that so his smile wavered but he didn’t back down, much to your interest.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Look,” he began, clear that even he was unsure of what he wanted to say. You eyed him with as much mistrust as you could muster. “I know you’ve been through hell but, um…” Peter looked back for support at the others and one of them - a redhead - nodded at him assuredly, probably encouraging him to continue the same way. He then turned his head a bit towards you and you saw his face scrunch up and his eyes squeeze. He seemed to be debating something in his mind but it didn’t take long because after a couple of seconds, he turned fully towards you and fixed you with a determined gaze.

“Look, I’m really not good at this… persuading stuff but it was my turn, so I had to do it and not that I mind, it’s just I can’t say that hope bullshit although it does sound kinda nice,” Peter blurted out so quickly that you had trouble following his train of thought. Before you could process what he had said, he continued. “Here’s the deal: Me and those guys behind me are part of this super cool band of mutants and we call ourselves the X-Men - pretty cool, right? We do this kind of thing often, we go on missions and all that jazz. Anyway, there’s this place where we live and study, and learn how to control our powers and it’s called Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.” Your brows furrowed at the name and you noticed you weren’t as tense as you were before.

“I know, but bear with me. It’s this huge mansion filled with people like you and me and it’s where we feel, you know, kinda normal. And it’s not boring all the time, I make sure of that,” Peter continued, smirking at the end of his sentence which made you want to either punch him or laugh at his antics. “Look, Y/N, all I’m saying is - you’ve got a chance to come with us to a pretty cool place where there’s free food and other stuff which, to me, is a nice deal. Or you could, you know, go off on your own and probably get captured again. You don’t want that, do you?”

Peter’s voice had softened towards the end of his little speech which weakened your resolve even more. He painted a pretty picture - you couldn’t deny that, and the chances of you surviving on your own, especially in your current state, were very slim. You swallowed roughly, your throat parched from not drinking water for so long.

“I’d say that you’re pretty good at the persuading stuff,” you replied, looking up at Peter’s dark eyes. Hearing that, a grin found its place on his face again, exposing dimples which you absolutely didn’t notice.

“So… what’s it gonna be?” Peter reached out his palm to you, a hopeful look in his eyes. You stared at him, searching for any sign of a lie. Everybody seemed to hold their breaths - that was the defining moment. From there on out, things could go very smoothly or go haywire in a couple of seconds. For all the X-Men knew, you could be triggered by anything. Nothing was sure about the situation. You seemed to find nothing but honesty laced with a bit mirth in Peter’s eyes which was good enough for you. Without tearing your gaze away from his, you placed your trembling hand in his open palm, relishing the first warm human contact you’d had in years. Peter squeezed your hand reassuredly which earned him his first smile from you, albeit a small and hesitant one. He led you to the plane the team had arrived in and never let go of your hand during the whole trip to Westchester, not even when you fell asleep on his shoulder during the flight.

In the following months you found your place among the mutants in the Professor’s school. You were close with the group that had rescued you who were now your most cherished friends - Jean, Ororo, Jubilee, Scott, Kurt and of course Peter. He had become your best friend. From the day he convinced you to come with him you two had been inseparable. Peter learned so much about you - he half expected you to be angry at the world and not let anyone in which would’ve been understandable but you surprised him once again. You were quiet, not used to the friendly environment of the school, and shy. You preferred to be alone at times but cherished your friends more than anything. You were loyal to a fault and a very level-headed and strong-minded person. Your determination and tendency to be hard-working helped you achieve all your goals, including joining the X-Men officially and permanently. You finally felt like you belonged somewhere and you thought that maybe this was the feeling they called “home”.

Peter was fascinated by you. He kept craving your company but despite all his big talk and bravado, he just couldn’t tell you how he felt and risk his friendship with you. From the moment you met, he felt a strong pull towards you like a current and each day he felt as if he was drowning more and more. What was strange to him was that he didn’t mind it - his feelings were becoming more and more intense but he was helpless to stop it. So, he resigned himself to have only your friendship, not once noticing how you kept seeking his company as well and wanted the same things as him, effectively proving you felt the same way about him. Peter was special to you since he uttered that first “Hi” and you couldn’t shake off your feelings for him all these months. To you it seemed like he was that nice to everyone and merely liked you as a friend so you were determined to hide your infatuation with him as best as you could. You were terrified of your feelings towards Peter because you had never been so attached to a person before. That gave that person an immense amount of power over you, which was your biggest fear - being controlled and used again. You had crushes before, you weren’t a stranger to physical intimacy but this was a whole different ordeal.

You knew Peter had your best interests at heart but these new feelings you hadn’t experienced at all were terrifying. So you tried to bury them deep and go on with your life.

(You failed. Miserably.)

You two seemed to be stuck in an unending cycle, dancing around each other and your feelings. Your friends and basically everyone around you saw how you felt for one another and they tried numerous times to give the two of you a push in the right direction but both of you were young and stubborn, skittishly avoiding their attempts to bring you together, each of you believing the other didn’t feel the same way. It got to a point where Charles Xavier himself waited to see when you would swallow their pride and finally admit your feelings. From the start he had paired Peter and you as a team for training missions, believing you complemented each other’s powers well. Another reason for his decision was the fact that you seemed to understand each other with only one look and often anticipated the other’s actions which saved quite a lot of time on missions. And maybe the not so obvious reason was that he wanted to bring you two even closer together and make you realize you had no time to lose. But, of course the professor wouldn’t do that, surely.

(But Charles would.)

In one of the rare times that you managed to convince Peter to attend a class with you, the lesson was interrupted by Hank who told you to immediately report to Raven. The two of you looked at each other with mirroring confused expressions on your faces but Peter shrugged and tugged you up, leading you to the training grounds where Mystique spent most of her time. When you got there, you immediately suited up - this was a well-practiced routine for both of you and each passing day you did it with more ease than the previous one. Raven was waiting for you with a grim expression on her face which was never good news but you were sure that you could handle it. After all, you and Peter were efficient and always got the job done.

“I’ve got a mission for you today and it’s nothing routine or easy. You two are the best for the objective but I need to know first if you’ll be willing to do it,” Raven said, her voice even and calculated. Peter stopped chewing his gum in confusion and opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

“What do you mean?”

Something changed in Mystique’s gaze. A flash of compassion and uncertainty could be seen clearly in her eyes, the crease in her brow loosening.

“We just got word that the camp you were in, Y/N, has been reconstructed and running for a couple of months under the radar. We believe there are a lot less mutants there than before, so the two of you should be sufficient to extract them and deal with the place and the people running it however you see fit. It would be preferable if you kept most of them alive, so they could be trialed and sentenced.” Raven sighed and continued, her voice softer. “I know both of you have bad memories of that place, especially you,Y/N but I couldn’t think of anyone better to do this. If you think you can’t do it or you just don’t want to, it’s perfectly fine. I won’t pressure you into doing something you don’t want to.”

Peter swallowed. He wouldn’t go there without you, that was for sure but he had an idea of what they had done to you there, so he would’ve supported you wholeheartedly if you decided not to revisit the place which gave you numerous nightmares. He stole a quick glance at you to see your reaction and he immediately wanted to hug you. Your jaw was clenched, brows furrowed and your eyes had the same intensity of rage and pain when the two of you had first met. Hands clenched into fists, you stared at the ground for a couple of moments before Peter softly uttered, “Y/N?”

You looked up at him abruptly, snapping out of your trance when your Y/E/C met his dark brown. You knew what he was thinking but you were stronger than this. You wouldn’t let something in the past stop you from rescuing your fellow mutants. You refused to miss the chance to be a part of the mission.

“I’m in,” you ground out with a hard voice. Raven studied you for a minute but you didn’t back down which seemed to please the teacher. She nodded and turned to Peter.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied to Mystique’s questioning expression, meaning for it to sound light and make the situation easier to bear but instead his voice was flat, filled with dark determination caused by his memories of that terrible place.

“Alright then, the basics are simple: get in, retrieve the prisoners and get out. Hank prepped the smaller plane for you, since it’s a two-man mission and we don’t expect there to be many mutants.” Raven led you and Peter to the platform where the plane was and waited for you while you made your final preparations. Just before you disappeared inside, she called out to you, “Remember: try to bring humans back alive, don’t act without thinking!”

You were sure Mystique was staring right at you when she warned the two of you.

The flight was filled with tension filled silence - it was personal for both of the young X-Men, more so for you. Because of that Peter didn’t know what to say to make it better - he didn’t want you to think he was pitying you and nothing he came up with, whether witty or comforting, seemed to be fitting. So he stayed silent, hoping against all odds that everything would go well and the girl he was in love with wouldn’t get scarred again.

Your mind was blank during the whole journey. You focused on flying the plane and making sure you were on schedule - nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t want to think about what would happen when you arrived or what you would see there. Raven’s last words for you were ingrained in your mind and subconsciously you wondered just for a second if you’ll make your fears come true. Will you lose control and revert back to the tortured girl they had found there in the first place or will you keep your cool and be better than that? As soon as that question popped into your mind, you gritted your teeth and forced yourself to clear your mind and calm down. You knew delaying the issue would make it worse but it was the easiest thing to do. So you went with it.

Arriving at the location, You managed to keep that cold calm, erecting a wall around yourself that Peter couldn’t see through. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking or feeling and that made him nervous. He wasn’t sure if he could anticipate what you would do which complicated things further. Before the two of you infiltrated the building, Peter grabbed your arm and turned you gently around. You still remained silent and he took his cue to talk.

“How do you wanna do this?”

You froze. You hadn’t thought about that but you would be lying if you said that you were not tempted to just storm in there and kill every bastard who made those mutants’ lives miserable. Peter seemed to notice you faltering in your decision, so he moved his arm down to your hand and grabbed the other with his free hand which seemed to snap you out of your reverie. There was uncertainty in your Y/E/C eyes and something he saw only when you first met - vulnerability.

“Y/N, I know what you’re thinking but is it really worth it to waste your strength on that scum? Don’t you think it’s better for them to rot in a cell for the rest of their lives and never see a Twinkie again?”

You snorted, looking down at your feet which made Peter smile. He squeezed your hands to try and convince you further but he knew he was taking a long shot. He wasn’t sure if he would listen if he were in your place. You looked up at him and gave him a small smile.

“You’re still good at the persuading stuff,” you said, a hint of teasing barely there. Peter grinned, moving closer to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. You closed her eyes, relishing the sensation the kiss brought both physically and emotionally. You found that it had effectively calmed you down and filled you with some sense. You smiled wider, thinking that only your dork of a best friend can do that.

“You know it,” Peter replied, moving away from you with his signature smirk in place. You immediately missed his warmth and scolded yourself for feeling that way when you were on a mission. You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, your heart filled with determination.

“I say we do it fast - get us in, find the prisoners and you can get them out one by one while I stay and guard them. We’ll deal with any trouble on the spot. But if we do this, we gotta do it quickly.”

Peter nodded, his expression sobering. He moved next to you, holding your head in place while you braced herself for the speed you were about to experience.

“Ready?” Peter asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” you replied and with that you suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit you and you looked up to see that the of you were now in the familiar cell block. You doubled over, bracing yourself on your knees while Peter soothingly rubbed your back.

“I thought you were used to this by now, we’ve done it so many times.”

“Yeah, I thought so as well. Come on, we shouldn’t waste any more time.”

 You and Peter moved cautiously through the hallway, suspicious that there were no guards or alarms going off. Looking at each other, you realized you were thinking the same thing, quietly readying yourselves for an ambush. When none came and you reached the cells where mutants were held, the two of you made quick work of getting the cells open, after which Quicksilver (as Peter had taken to call himself lately, justifying that “you have to have a cool name to be part of the X-Men, come on guys”) zoomed in and out, securing the mutants in the plane and coming back to get the next. You were on edge the whole time, constantly checking every corner and exit you could see, expecting a swarm of guards to burst in any moment but it was pointless. It was like the place had been abandoned which was highly unlikely, all the more reason for you to be ready to fight. Soon the cells emptied and still - no alarms, no humans with guns, trying to kill you, nothing.

“I don’t like this,” you murmured when Peter came back to get you. He had a grim expression on his face, his eyes darting around every once in a while.

“Yeah, me neither. They couldn’t have all just gone to the mall or something.”

“I don’t know. Let’s just get out of here. I don’t wanna be here any longer than we have to.”

Peter silently agreed and the two of you prepared to take off. You nodded at him, when he silently questioned you if you were ready and he started running on the same path he had taken while rescuing the prisoners. Just after rounding a corner, he felt a wave of energy hit him and you, throwing both of you back on the ground painfully. Peter managed to hug you close to his body at the last moment, softening your fall, but he fell back first onto the hard concrete, feeling his bones scream in pain. The two of you groaned simultaneously, rubbing the areas you had hit. Suddenly, the familiar click of a weapon’s safety being turned off sounded all around you and you quickly got on your feet.

“Shit,” Peter murmured. You were surrounded by at least a hundred men, holding unfamiliar rifles which seemed to be some kind of prototype. That wave of energy that hit you had left Peter exhausted and he felt that he could still run at his normal fast speed but not for long. The same had happened to you, judging from the way you panted next to him. You kept flexing your fingers, seemingly trying to shake off the effect the laser had rendered on them but to no avail. Your eyes were filled with suppressed anger which made Peter feel both nervous and relieved - nervous that it was there but relieved that you had it under control.

Suddenly the mercenaries started shooting and charging the two of you which prompted the mutants to quickly jump into action. Peter was still able to take multiple of men out at super speeds but he had to stop from time to time and fight at a normal speed because he was getting quickly fatigued. You had a similar problem - you managed to erect a shield from the bullets but couldn’t muster the energy to maintain it and attack in return. So you had to time using them right, so you wouldn’t get shot, could take out some bad guys and rest if possible at appropriate intervals. The two of you fought for a time but the men seemed to be endless and they were getting more and more tired. You realized you didn’t have much time with Peter left - the chances of you surviving were slim at best and you couldn’t bear the thought of dying without at least telling him how you felt. You realized it was a clichè thing to do and that there was always the chance that he didn’t feel the same but you didn’t give a damn. For all the things you went wrong with Peter, you would at least set this right. You waited for him to slow down and start fighting at a normal pace and made your way over to him, using a huge amount of power to do so. By the time you reached him, you were exhausted but still made pathetic attempts of attacking. The two of you were now fighting almost back to back and you figured this was as good a time as any.

“Peter!” You yelled over the gunfire. He was a little ways off of you but turned his head immediately when he heard you.

“What?” Peter yelled back.

“I need to tell you something in case we don’t… in case we don’t make it.”

“What? Bullshit, we’re kicking these guys’ asses and then we’ll eat two buckets of ice cream to celebrate.” Peter managed to look at you and shoot you a confident smile which made your heart ache. There was a chance you wouldn’t see it again and you wouldn’t listen to his ramblings and jokes anymore and you nearly broke down then and there.

“No, Peter, listen…” You began but Peter, ever being impatient, cut you off.

“It’s okay - I forgive you for everything, don’t worry!” He shouted, kicking a guy into a wall and then turning to block a punch from another.

“No, it’s not that, I just…”

“Didn’t often say how awesome I am? ‘Cause, you know, I’ll actually accept an apology for that, I mean…” You huffed in frustration, sending a bit more powerful wave of energy towards a couple of guys than necessary, knocking them immediately unconscious.

“No, I’m in love with you, you idiot!” You yelled, breathing heavily, already exhausted from your previous attack. Peter suddenly froze. Your eyes widened when you saw a mercenary behind him raise his gun straight at his head. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you summoned every ounce of power you had left to raise a shield over him. Thankfully, you were just in time, the bullet bouncing off the energetic barrier. Without noticing, you had made the shield big enough for both of you and it seemed to last without you constantly concentrating over it. Panting heavily, you briefed a glance at Peter who was still frozen in shock, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes almost comically wide.

“What?” He shouted, still not processing what his best friend had just told him. Maybe the bullets had rendered him deaf or you were so exhausted that you started speaking nonsense, that must be it, there was no way that you could feel the same way about him that he did about you… Was there?

You managed to straighten, still breathing heavily. You swallowed roughly, suddenly extremely nervous and looked Peter straight in the eye. You weren’t backing down now - there was no going back at this point - but you weren’t brave enough to come closer to him, so you stayed rooted to the spot.

“I love you, Peter. I have for a long time but I was afraid to tell you because we’re best friends and your friendship is the most important thing in my life. I can’t bear the thought of losing you, so I just thought that being friends with you is enough but it isn’t, God, it really isn’t. I just… I can’t handle the possibility of dying without telling you how I feel.” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes briefly and clenching your hands into fists at your sides. When you opened them, you felt the familiar sting of tears welling up, so you blinked furiously, trying to hold them back. You sent a watery smile at Peter. “So here it is: I am hopelessly in love with you, Peter Maximoff.”

Peter had forgotten you were in the middle of a fight. He forgot that there were numerous men trying to kill the two of you. He also forgot that you were both exhausted. Before he could say or do anything, your shield started flickering. You startled and began trying to maintain it but you were too weak and your efforts were fruitless. You were on the brink of collapsing and Peter found himself filled with new energy just at the sight of you nearly dying from exhaustion and what you had just said. He wasted no time - he willed his body to move just as the barrier completely went out. He felt the familiar tug of time slowing around him and he smiled - he missed it in the short time he couldn’t do it but it felt like an eternity to him. He deftly avoided the bullets flying at him and moved those that were aimed at you, after which he lifted you in his arms, bracing your head and sped out of there. Reaching the plane, he put you in the pilot’s seat, checked if the mutants they rescued were alright and then closed the plane’s hatch, speeding towards the co-pilot’s seat. Back in normal time, Peter gave you a few seconds to gather your wits while he prepared the plane for take off. The hatch was still closing, so he kept an eye on it, checking if there were any mercenaries following them. You looked confused at first, then shocked but then managed to secure yourself into the seat and put your headset on.

“Can you fly?” Peter asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, not trusting yourself to say more. You had to put your personal feelings aside – the two of you had a group of injured mutants to look after and you had to get out of there fast. With both of you working on getting the plane in the air, you managed to just barely lift off before a group of mercenaries managed to catch up and start shooting at you.

Until you left the country, the pilot cabin was filled with silence. Both of you were still wary and concentrated on getting you out as soon as possible. Peter could hear relieved murmurs from the back of the plane and internally sighed in relief - the mutants were okay and they trusted the two of you - that’s all that mattered. He cast a quick glance at you, who didn’t tear your gaze away from the horizon. He was about to open his mouth and say something stupid to see you smile but you suddenly removed your headset and took a short breath.

“I think we’re safe for now. I’m gonna go check on the kids,” you said curtly, looking everywhere but at him. You stood up and moved to exit the cabin but Peter used his speed, put the plane on autopilot and stopped you. You looked back at him, annoyance clear in your eyes but said nothing. Peter took a deep breath - this should be easy, he already knows you feel the same way. Why does he still get nervous like a schoolboy?

“Stay,” he managed to say, a pleading look within his eyes. Your expression softened and you relaxed your stance which made Peter release your arm. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak his mind.

“I’m sorry for standing like a friggin’ flag pole back there, I was such an idiot…” Peter started, running his palm over his forehead. Words seemed to escape him and he huffed in frustration.
“It’s okay, Pete, it was nothing,” you replied, a hint of sadness in your tone.

“No, it’s not, I…” Peter clenched his jaw. He was always better at showing rather than telling someone how he felt. He looked at you with newfound determination and before you could open your mouth and ask him what was wrong, he quickly crossed the distance between you, cradled your head and pressed his lips to yours. They were incredibly soft but also incredibly unmoving so Peter panicked - did you change your mind in the short amount of time since your confession? Just as he was about to step away, you wrapped your arms around his middle and opened your mouth to let him in. Peter almost laughed in relief, gladly accepting your invite and moving his lips in perfect synchronization with yours. You seemed to mold perfectly with each other - your bodies, your lips, your tongues - it was just so perfect, you were so perfect for each other that your heart could burst. You couldn’t believe Peter was kissing you, enthusiastically at that. The two of you basked in each other for a few more moments before you seemed to remember you needed to breathe, so you slowly broke your kiss and Peter rested his forehead on yours, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. You smiled up at him, biting your lip which made Peter want to kiss you again and again. He licked his lips and cleared his throat before speaking.
“What I meant to say was that I love you, too.”

Your smile widened at that which prompted Peter to mirror it.

“But, you know, you kinda ruined it for me,” he continued.

You pulled away abruptly.

“What?” You almost shrieked.

“Well I had this really cool plan to ask you out and you just ruined it. Now I gotta pay the pianist without him actually doing anything,” Peter smirked, moving his hands down to your waist where he interlocked them, effectively holding you in place. You laughed in disbelief, snaking your arms around his neck.

“Only you, Maximoff, can make so frustrated in a matter of seconds.”

Peter chuckled.

“Yeah but you love me for it.”

“I do.”

Later when the two of you arrived at the school, Raven was waiting with a concerned expression on her face. When Peter and you walked down the platform, your faces were cheerful and carefree which made her eyebrows raise in question. Both of you pretended not to notice, briefly told her what had happened and left her to deal with the new additions to the school. When you were walking out Raven looked back at the pair of you and saw Peter turn to you, pointing his finger to his cheek. You shook your head but raised yourself up on your toes to kiss him on the cheek but in the last second Peter turned his head and you kissed him on the lips instead. You pulled away quickly, opening your mouth in pretend shock and smacked his arm while he chuckled, apparently satisfied with his clever ruse. You pretended to be mad at him but when Peter reached his hand out to you, you gladly took it, intertwining your fingers and even leaned on his shoulder. Raven chuckled softly, murmuring quietly to herself: “Guess I owe Charles fifty bucks.”

candycountries  asked:

Hi! Thank you so much for your 40's New York references! As someone who doesn't even live in America, it's very helpful! I was wondering if you had any ideas on what jobs Steve and Bucky might have AFTER the war if they made it home ok (Bucky minus one arm) since I'm trying to research possibilities and it's proving difficult. Thank you and I hope you have a lovely day!

Aww, thank you!  Let’s see if I can help.

My own personal assumption about what Steve and Bucky might have done after the war is that they would have been snapped up by an intelligence agency.  The Howling Commandos seemed to have functioned as an independent unit performing covert intelligence operations and sabotage in hostile territories, which would have made all of them phenomenally valuable after the war as the US government pivoted from dealing with fascism to dealing with Communism.  The CIA was founded in 1947 to deal specifically with this threat; I think we could reasonably assume also they could have been folded into the SSR, as it became SHIELD.

Now, if you’re asking what kind of jobs they would have held if they chose to become civilians after the war, let’s start with a quick overview of the GI Bill, which helped to create what we understand as the modern middle class.

Passed into law in 1944, the bill was designed to ease the transition out of wartime for the roughly 11 million or so returning veterans, 73% of which had served overseas.  The GI Bill offered the following benefits:

  • College tuition or vocational training for up to 4 years
  • Zero interest loan guarantees for a home, farm, or business
  • Job-finding assistance
  • Unemployment pay of $20 per week for up to 52 weeks if the veteran couldn’t find a job
  • Priority for building materials for Veterans Administration Hospitals.

That first bullet point was a big one.  When Steve and Bucky were growing up, only an 8th grade education was compulsory; about 6% of the population was college educated before WW2.  If you’d like to take a look at a shitload of graphs, you can see the stunning leaps that happen after 1940, when the government paid a whole lot of people to get educated.  I’m getting some differing numbers between websites, but at least half of World War II veterans participated in an education or training program through the GI Bill.  In 1947, vets accounted for 49% of college admissions.

This was a great thing also because there was rampant homelessness and unemployment waiting for returning veterans - in 1946, about 2 million veterans were unemployed, and at least 1.5 million vets and their families were squatters.  Millions also took advantage of the GI Bill’s home loan guaranty. From 1944 to 1952, VA backed nearly 2.4 million home loans for World War II Veterans.  Overall, home ownership in the US went from 43.6% in 1940, to 61.9% in 1960, to a large part attributed directly to GI Bill benefits.

So what could their jobs have been, as civilians?  Well, I also had a hard time getting a direct answer from the interwebs, but we can extrapolate a few things based on other economic factors at the time.  The construction industry was going through a boom period - not only were homes and planned communities being built at a feverish pace, but the national highway system started construction in 1956, and many of our familiar skyscrapers were constructed during the post-war boom.  So civil engineer might be a good choice, career-wise.  

Food science, also a big thing: due to lots of fucking around with chemicals during the war, we developed new types of fertilizer.  We had tons of manufacturing facilities that had been making bullets and guns, so we turned those over into making tractors and other farming machines, phasing out the use of horses, carts and other such tools.  Between the population boom and the stunning advances in technology that happened because of WW2, a lot of people were paid to make feeding our citizens a lot more efficient.

The late 40s and 50s also saw the highest rate of Humanities majors that we had all century - the evidence that I’ve read seems to be anecdotal, so I won’t link to it, but a college professor AU is pretty charming.  Television also became a huge, huge thing after the war, so a pretty face like Steve Rogers could definitely have become a television personality.

The US Government also put a lot of money into nuclear and energy programs, plunking down research facilities all over the country, but primarily in the south: South Carolina, Tennessee, Mississippi, Florida, etc. Nuclear engineer Bucky, anyone?  

If you want to keep them in New York, NYC experienced a huge cultural shift during the post-war period, and created most of our modern art canon for the next few decades.  Lots of beatniks, lots of social unrest, lots of avant garde artists.  Disillusioned, anti-war Greenwich Village painter Steve Rogers?  Haha love it.  Anyway, you have lots of options, and can even have them opt out of employment and become hobos on the 52-20 plan, which was what unemployed veterans were derisively called.

A history lesson from Hans Bekhart is never really complete without the social justice context, so let me add also that Gabe Jones would have been for the most part shit out of luck trying to get his benefits through the GI Bill.  The federal government left the actual carrying out of these benefits to local agencies, who - you guessed it - were hella racist.  They outright excluded black people for both educational benefits (Southern universities being segregated at the time, and HBUCs overwhelmed by the number of applicants) and housing (by refusing home loans to black applicants seeking to purchase outside of designated areas, also known as redlining, the effects of which can most certainly still be seen today.)  Black veterans were overwhelmingly shunted towards vocational training rather than education, and then further excluded from minimum wage laws at the time (or rather, job categories with high rates of black workers were excluded from having to comply with minimum wage laws, such as domestic workers).

Much of the current wealth disparity in the country between white people and black people can be directly traced to the GI Bill, as home ownership is one of the biggest creators of wealth (as opposed to income, wealth is assets - cash savings, homes, and retirement accounts - minus debts i.e. mortgages and credit card balances).  Wealth disparity perpetuates from generation to generation and has an enormous effect on a person’s ability for financial success as they move into adulthood.  Money makes money, as they say.

Jim Morita would have done alright, though: Japanese veterans were not excluded from GI Bill benefits, so it was during the post-war period that Japanese-Americans achieved near economic parity with white Americans; turns out that whole model minority weirdness is older than you maybe thought it was.

AN: I adore this gif to bits, all the colors work together so well and his expression is v emotional. Oh my. This gif pairs with the part of the imagine where Pietro is listening to Thor, just for reference. Thank you anon for sending this request in, and I’m sorry it took forever and a half to get it up! I hope you like it dear! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxox :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! I know requests are closed buuuut I’ve never requested before and I had a cool idea! Could I get a Pietro x reader fluff(or smut idk) where Piet is in love with reader and overhears Thor saying how he wants to bed reader. Then Piet starts getting jealous and mocks Thor’s accent when flirting with the reader, getting angry and telling Thor to “fuck off back to Asgard”, reader goes to see why Piet was rude and he confesses?? PLEASE AND THANKS LOADS OF LOVE 😘😘😘

Warning: Some drinking, swearing & Smut (as requested by another anon, enjoy!)

((Just FYI~ In this reference (because I actually adore Jane X Thor) I’m just going to write Thor as single. No breakups or whatever, as far as you have to be concerned, Jane doesn't  exist in this one shot.))


“Sokovia Vs Asgard”


“So, Thor, any special someone in your life?”

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nathanmillerz  asked:

Imagine this au 'the one where you don'y know your soulmate(s) until you hear them speak, or hear them speak a certain word; your name, for example' with bellamy knowing clarke is his soulmate but refusing to use her name - calling her princess all the time - because he doesn't want her to know and one day he half says her name and she feels something weird and then keeps trying to get him to say her name so she knows for real

I’m sorry it took me so long! I hope you like it, though! :))

Also on AO3


The hallway is crowded and people are jostling Clarke left and right. That might be due to the fact that she’s not particularly tall but what she lacks for in height, she makes up for in her determination to fight.

And she really, really wants to fight Bellamy fucking Blake who’s pretending like he can’t hear her - five feet away from her.

“Bellamy Blake!”

The thing is, she knows he can hear her. Every time she calls his name, he flinches but keeps going. She sees his messy curls bobbing and if he were any closer, she’d tell him not to give her shit for her height when he can’t even get a hairbrush.

Clarke shoves away a guy who seems like an annoying frat boy and finally - finally - stumbles onto Bellamy, not caring if they fall down.

He turns around in a beat, hands pressing at her waist to keep her steady, and smirking. “I told you you’re too tiny for big crowds.”

Clarke shoots him a glare, gathering her books before they spill all over the floor. She hates pre-med, she hates university, and being a stripper seems like a decent career choice.

She also hates that smug asshole grinning at her just because he’s slightly taller than her.

“Don’t mess with me, Blake.”

“What are you gonna do, Princess?” He scoffs. “Bite my ankles?”

Clarke inhales sharply, clinging onto her sanity - the same one that’s dangling on the last thread now.

The thing is - she doesn’t know what Bellamy’s problem is. She was nice to him when they first met, they never really fought about anything (they bicker, but that doesn’t count), they agree about so many things, have fun and he still avoids her like the plague.

Still, she’s here because she needs him to come to Raven’s birthday party. Nothing else. So she sighs, rummaging through her bag until she can come up with a crumpled invite Jasper made. He’s super into Photoshop and graphic design these days.

“You shouldn’t have avoided me,” she tells him, trying to stare him down even though he’s distractingly pretty. “I’m just passing the invite to Raven’s birthday party. It’s this Saturday, you don’t have to bring gifts, just booze.”

The gaze in his eyes turns much softer after the initial shock wears off and it’s like they’re suddenly suspended in time. He isn’t even glaring or scoffing at her. Hell yeah, it’s weird.

“Thank you, Cl- ahem.”

Something stirs in her chest when he nearly says her name and he cuts himself off, startling like a newborn fawn. For a second, they just stare at each other.

But it can’t be.

“Clahem?” she asks, trying for nonchalant even though shivers are still running down her spine and it’s - different.

Bellamy’s hand darts to his hair, long fingers disheveling the messy curls even further. It’s like someone spilled ink all over them, leaving it to drip and form makeshift constellations on his cheeks.

“Thank you,” he repeats, even though he’s averting his gaze and the invite is ridiculously small in his hands. “I’ll be there.”

“Yeah, just, Bellamy - “

Another flinch and then he squares his shoulders. “I gotta go.”

Clarke’s left standing alone in the middle of the hallway like it’s nothing at all. Like Bellamy just didn’t make something flutter in her chest, somewhere disconcertingly close to her heart. 

He’s not her soulmate, obviously. He can’t be. Soulmates happen to other people, people with kind voices who know how to pronounce each other’s names. Who want to do it.

And Bellamy Blake wants nothing to do with Clarke Griffin.

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anonymous asked:

Fantasy AU? Bucky is a dragon or unicorn (thinking he can shift to a human form?) who saves Tony from someone (Howard or Obadiah or Tiberius). Tony doesn't like that he owes his life/virginity/whatever to this beast so now he's trying to repay him for his actions but along the way starts to fall for him, or starts seeing him as a really good friend and companion.

Tony stares, flabbergasted, at the-the thing in front of him, because there is no way a dragon saved him. Yes, yes, dragons are real, magic is fun, just take a look at the runes carved into Tony’s chest, but dragons save the pretty princesses and princes from tall towers, not dirty engineers from dungeons.

“Are you alright?” The dragon, he has to admit it now, asks him in a surprisingly soft voice. Tony nods slowly, staring at the silver scales that deflected all the arrow bolts, wings the size of houses that raise the dragon twenty feet in the air with just a soft flap, teeth as long as he is tall that took care of Tiberius with quick ease, and claws that ripped apart the castle walls.

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anonymous asked:

hey! I'm new to your blog (I'm loving all of your writing) and I'm sorry if I'm not specific enough, but here's my request: Cal and reader have been dating for awhile, but reader begins to feel deeply insecure about them self, and it's getting in the way of their relationship because reader doesn't feel good enough for Cal. Cal tries to comfort then and show them that they're perfect the way they are. (I'm sorry if someone has suggested this before, thank you!)

Hello lovely! Thanks for your request, I hope this is okay! :D X

It seemed like you’d been having an ‘off day’ for the past few months now; it felt like nothing was going right and you began to feel more and more hatred and contempt for yourself as the days went on.

It wasn’t just your appearance (though you were cripplingly insecure about every aspect of it); it was your personality, too. Everything about you could be improved upon, and you didn’t know where to start.

It had been a busy day and you stood in the kitchen making dinner, slightly distracted before familiar arms snaked around your waist, accompanied by a chin resting on your shoulder.

Your face screwed up in discomfort as Calvin’s fingers lingered on your waist - it was one of your many insecurities.

In order to escape the predicament you nudged a knife and it clattered to the floor, giving you an excuse to wriggle out of Calvin’s grip to retrieve it.

His arms retracted (much to your relief), and you continued what you were doing until he spoke. His suggestion made you close your eyes momentarily in disbelief.

‘Y/n, I was wondering… we’ve not done a video together in a while. D'you wanna film onetonight?’

The thought of opening yourself up to so much criticism and public scrutiny in your current state of mind made you nauseous to the point of physical sickness and you knew you wouldn’t be able to deal with it… but you didn’t want to tell Calvin how you were feeling; he worried about you far too much and you didn’t want to stress him out.

The look on your face worried him and he knew immediately that something was bothering you.

He found it slightly amusing that you weren’t aware of how well he knew you and your mannerisms - to everyone else you were hard to read, but to him you were an open book.

‘I can’t do a video Cal, I’m so sorry.’ Your voice broke as you blurted the words and he chuckled slightly, though his serious tone of voice didn’t reflect the humour. ‘It’s fine, Y/n. Don’t worry about it.’

The way your body tensed as he slid an arm around your waist and pulled your body to his told him all he needed to know.

'What’s wrong?’ He asked, his voice quiet and concerned as he took the knife out of your hands and laid it flat on the counter.

'Look at me,’ his voice was impossible to say no to.

Sighing as you turned, you leaned against the countertop as his eyes explored yours.

'Talk to me.’

That was just it - you didn’t know where to start.

It crossed your mind that how you felt could be misconstrued as self pity and the thought sickened you, but you were beginning to feel overwhelmed.

'Dinner.’ You blurted, cursing yourself for the shitty excuse as soon as it left your mouth. 'I don’t know what to do for dinner.’

'Oh,’ Calvin raised an eyebrow, wondering what the hell was wrong.

'We’ll just go out for something to eat then. Come on.’

Maybe some fresh air would make you relax and talk to him, he figured. He knew you probably just needed time.

The restaurant was crowded as fuck and you stuck close to Calvin’s side as he made reservations for a table and was pointed to one at the back of the room.

Good; secluded. Quiet.

As you walked through the rows of tables, you could swear that every single person in the room was looking you up and down and judging everything about you.

A grateful sigh escaped your lips as you sat down and the constrictive feeling in your chest began to ease slightly.

Conversation began and your worries and concerns melted away as they always did in Calvin’s company. The food was delicious, though you had to take short breaks from eating because Calvin made you laugh so much.

He was so fucking amazing, you didn’t deserve him.

You didn’t deserve him.

The thought echoed in your brain and you glanced down at the food on your plate.

You didn’t deserve this.

Why did you let him take you out when you could have easily made something to eat?

Because you’re selfish. You take advantage of him. You will never deserve him-

A group of girls walked in who looked like they’d just stepped off a red carpet, and a glance at your own clothes that stood in stark contrast to theirs intensified the hatred for yourself that burned in your stomach.

The girl at the front had long blonde hair and wore a short skirt and a crop top.

She looked fantastic.

Her eyes observed Calvin and she flicked her golden hair over her shoulder as she caught the awareness of her little group and pointed their attention in your direction.

Well, Calvin’s direction.

Calvin’s eyes stayed firmly locked on you and he tapped your plate gently with his fork. Your eyes refocused on him and he smiled an adorable half smile as he spoke. 'Hello?’

He chuckled at your lack of a reaction and you forced a smile as you picked your cutlery back up and tried to resume eating.

A knot had developed in your stomach that was as all-consuming as the self hatred that refused to let you think of anything else other than how inadequate you were.


'I’ll pay.’ The words came out sounding almost desperate and Calvin turned to look at you, incredulous.

'What? No.’ His extremely predictable response made you feel even worse.

'Please? You payed last time.’

'Too late,’ he teased as he handed his card to the man at the desk.

See? All you do is take advantage of him. They’re right about you - you’re an ungrateful bitch who just uses him. He deserves better.


Tears stung your eyes as the car pulled into the driveway and you rushed inside the house, determined not to let yourself fall apart in front of him.

'Y/n!’ His voice was concerned and sincere and a whimper left your lips before you could stop it.

He caught up with you and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from going anywhere.

'Y/n! What’s wrong? Will you just talk to me? Please?’

'You should have let me pay for dinner!’ You inadvertently snapped at him and he dropped your arm, taking a step back from you.

'What? Is that what this is about?’

'Yes! No… I don’t know.’

'What is wrong with you recently? Why won’t you just talk to me?’ He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, beginning to pace around the room.

At that, you exploded.

'Because I don’t fucking deserve you, Calvin! You deserve someone stunning, someone who’s a much better person than me. I’m awful - insufferable. I’m ugly in every sense of the word and I’m so sorry you have to put up with me.’ Tears streamed down your face as a torrent of raw emotion spilled from your lips.

'You deserve someone like that girl in the restaurant - pretty and perfect. You deserve the best, and I’m just not it.’

Your tone became quieter as you realised what this could mean and you collapsed on the sofa with your head in your hands - defeated.

'If you want to end this - us - right now, I wouldn’t blame you.’

Silence blanketed the room as the emotions swirling inside you intensified to an unbearable degree and tears flowed down your face at an unparalleled vigour.

Calvin’s warm arms encircled you and he pulled you to his chest wordlessly and rocked you back and forth in his arms.

That was Calvin; calm during the storm.

You prepared yourself.

'Are you gonna break up with me?’ You managed through your tears, unable to meet his gaze as he held you, and he felt his heart ache for the pain you were feeling.

'No, baby. I’m not going anywhere,’ he said softly as he held you tighter and wiped your tears away with his thumb.

'How could you think that about yourself?’ He asked quietly, his chocolate brown eyes glistening as he imagined what you had been going through while he was completely oblivious.

'Because its true.’ You sniffed and he scoffed. 'I can’t believe you think that. You’re fucking amazing, Y/n. I wouldn’t survive without you. You mean fucking everything to me, and you’re so, so beautiful,’ his fingers under your chin gently encouraged you to look at him, 'inside and out.’

How did he do that? How did he manage to override your illogical thoughts when you found it impossible?

His soft, warm, familiar lips met yours and the kiss tasted like tears but it didn’t matter because he thought you were beautiful.

Inside and out, he said.

And he meant every fucking word.

I hope that was what you wanted! :) Requests/feedback always welcome! Stay safe babies and I luv u!! 


luna-nitro  asked:

Sterek fanfic,as in,I'm Stiles, professional-street-dancer-and-the-pack-doesn't-know-until-they-follow-me-to-a-battle-to-know-where-i-go AU Werewolf!Jackson,Alive!Allison, Alive!Boyd&Erica(make that Ship real please). Really specific,I kno. Sorry😳😂

Hey, no worries! This was a cool one (but, as always, my knowledge on this subject is MINIMAL, so I basically glossed over/made a bunch of shit up about how dance battles might work in this world… it’s fiction, okay?) and I tried to incorporate all your requests!!

In the end, it’s almost laughably easy to get away with it.

For example, the whole lie detector thing? Only works in very specific ways, like, for example, if you looked Derek Hale straight in the eyes and said, “January has 40 days,” or, “No, I don’t occasionally have very vivid dreams about your tongue in my… mouth.”

If Derek simply asked, “Stiles, does January have 30 days?” though, and Stiles didn’t answer, or said, “Blue,” or something like that… nada.

Besides, Scott’s sensor is still a little rusty.

The point being that nobody looks at Stiles and asks, “Do you spend Friday evenings in San Francisco competing in dance battles?” (because really, why the hell would that be their first guess), and so Stiles never has to say no, and therefore, he never has to lie.

The one time Scott asks, Stiles just raises his eyebrows in a significant manner and tells him that he has “an appointment,” which, besides technically not being a lie, is also the code they used to use back in middle school when Stiles was too ashamed to tell anybody he was going to therapy three times a week and would only remind Scott that they’d have to postpone their macaroni-and-cheese eating contest until an afternoon when Stiles didn’t have ‘an appointment.’

So maybe Scott thinks he’s back in therapy again, whatever. Not like that would be a surprise, after the last few years.

And besides, dance is almost like therapy for Stiles. It’s no coincidence that he quit seeing his therapist two weeks after seeing a group of dancers messing around in the park on a weekend trip to San Francisco with his dad, when he had a moment of absolute clarity, looking at a guy in a red ball cap spinning on his hand, and thought, “I want to do that.”

Stiles’ dad was a little less than thrilled about the broken lamp that resulted from Stiles attempting to mimic that move in the privacy of his own bedroom, but besides that minor speedbump, it turned out that dancing—this kind of dancing—was actually something that Stiles was good at.

At least, he thought that he looked pretty good compared to the YouTube videos he copied, because he obviously never showed anybody. Even his dad. Even Scott.

So when he snuck out of the house the first weekend he had his driver’s license and drove down to the city, lied about his age to get into a club hosting a dance battle, and then horrified himself when he stepped into the empty circle himself, unprompted and uninvited…

It turns out that other people—other dancers—think he’s good, too. It turns out that when he’s dancing, when he’s totally focused on the music and his muscles, then he can stop worrying about what the spectators are thinking, about his calculus test, about (more recently) the coven that just rolled into town.

He doesn’t have to think about anything.

He can just dance.

Okay, so the point is, dancing is something real and precious to him, an escape from the hellhole that has recently been his life, and a well-kept secret to boot.

It’s easy to get away with.

Until it’s not.

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anonymous asked:

Saihara/Ouma fic prompt (if you want to write them): Ouma doesn't know why he is always so flustered around saihara, but then when he's trying to fall asleep his eyes snap open and he's like 'Shit im in love' So he just goes to saihara's room in the middle of the night

Let’s Sleep Together Tonight

“I wanna sleep with you tonight.”

Saihara, who was half-asleep and drowsy, instantly snapped awake as Ouma said those words. I’m… not dreaming still, right?  “Excuse me?” Saihara said, suppressing the yawn in his throat. Surely he was just delirious right now, yes, he was still waking up, because it’s three in the morning, and there’s no sound reason that Ouma would just so up so suddenly and say-

“Let’s sleep together tonight.” Ouma repeated, sounding annoyed he had to say it again.

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