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ok i am very much so not a writer, or at least not creatively. but i had this idea and i couldn’t get it out of my head so i decided to write it out. it ended up being 6.1k words so feel free to not finish it cause i’m sure it’s not good. however if you do read the entire thing i hope you like it and don’t clown on me too hard. long story short either you’re welcome for this or i’m sorry for this. there is no inbetween

naked in manhattan // k. martin

10 years ago

“Kate can you believe it! We’re starting high school!!!” you scream, hugging your best friend on the last day of summer. If you were being totally honest, you were nervous never being good at making friends, always relying on Kate for that. Her being so outgoing and friendly, it’s not that you weren’t nice, you really were, if anyone asked Kate would say that you’re the sweetest person she’s ever met, you were just shy. Talking to just about anyone made you nervous, in fact, you had a short list of people who didn’t make you nervous.

“I know! It’s gonna be great, I’m gonna do my best in basketball and volleyball, and you, my little genius, are gonna be the best in every class, and make tons of new friends,” she reassured you as if she could feel the nerves radiating off of you in waves. You were grateful for that, she had always been able to know exactly what you were feeling and how to help, even if you didn’t. It was one of your favorite things about her, sure there were too many things you loved about her to count, but that was one of your absolute favorites.

“I promise I’m gonna do my best to make it to each and every single game of yours,” you told her holding up your pinky while looking up at her, she giggled and interlocked her pinky with yours in a pinky promise, something you have insisted on doing since you met. You swore that it was more real than a regular promise, and made it to where the universe let the promise happen, not just the people involved.

“Well if it’s a pinky promise, I know you're never gonna miss a game,” she replied with a smile reserved just for you.

7 years ago

So far your promise had held, not without some struggle, but you had still attended every game Kate had for both sports she played, and just about every other game she just wanted to watch. There were a few games where you were late because of your job, studying, or other things that had gotten in the way, and the two times where you sat as far away from everyone else as humanly possible because you didn’t want to get them sick but also didn’t want to miss Kate’s game, but for the most part you sat right at the front to cheer on your best friend.

After the game tonight you guys were gonna have a sleepover as tradition for Friday night games, whether it resulted in a win or a loss. Either way, you usually ended up in her arms bringing her comfort, whether that be her knowing that she deserves it because she played well and won to bring her down from that high or wishing she had done things differently to change that loss and you reassuring her that it wasn’t all her fault, because as far as your were concerned basketball was a team sport and a loss couldn’t hang solely on one person's shoulders. After all, you were her number one supporter, never failing to let her know how proud of her you are and how much you love her no matter how she feels. You made everything feel okay for her, but it was the least you could do, afterall she did that and more for you.

when i sing that lana song it makes you cry

On the drive back to her house listening to the radio, she couldn’t help but look at you as much as she could without crashing the car. She couldn't help but feeling like she was was really listening to the song for the first time as you were singing along to “Young and Beautiful” by Lana Del Ray. She didn’t quite know what it was but when she looked at you and listened to you singing she couldn't help but feel her heart race and her body flush, she swore she could listen to you forever. Had someone told her in that moment she would never get to hear you sing like that, she would swear she’d cry And if anyone asked, she would tell them she liked girls, it wasn’t like it was a secret, and she’s had crushes before, she knows what it feels like. But she never thought she would have a crush on you, purely because you were her best friend, she couldn’t do that, it could ruin your friendship. That wasn't something she was willing, or at least wanted, to risk. A friendship that you've had since kindergarten, although now that she thought about it, it was basically a lesbian right of passage to fall in love with your best friend and-

mean girls we watch every night, and we both have a crush on regina george

“So wanna watch Mean Girls?” you ask abruptly interrupting her thoughts. Truth be told she’s glad that you did, it was probably best that she didn’t dwell on those thoughts for too long. Little did she know she wasn’t the only one who wasn’t having completely friendly thoughts about the other. She was just the only one who wasn’t in total denial about liking girls in the first place.

“Obviously. As if we would watch anything else first,” she replies with a scoff as if it were crazy for you to even ask. Although, to be fair it was crazy of you to ask because that was the first movie you watched anytime you had a sleepover, and it had been that way for years.

“Sorry. Sorry. I forgot you had a crush on Regina George,” you said with a small chuckle, brushing off the twinge of pain you felt at the idea of Kate having a crush on anyone else, even if it was a fictional character from a movie. Because why would you be sad or jealous about that? She was just your best friend, right?

Kate flushed even more red at this comment if that were possible with the combination of the game she had just played and watching you. Even though it was chilly outside and in the car, in that moment it felt like it was 100°. She wasn’t sure if it was nerves or joy that was causing her to feel that way, but she did. In that moment life was perfect, the chill in the air, the rain falling around the car they sat in, the now soft music coming from the speakers, and most importantly you. She wished she could stay in that moment forever, just taking you in, stuck in that perfect moment forever. She let out a slightly nervous chuckle, lightly biting her lip, before she replied, not wanting to break the peace she felt.

“Okay, okay, don’t act like you don’t have a crush on her too. I know you have a thing for blondes.” She finally lets out trying to wave you off and ignore her pounding heartbeat, all while trying to steal another glance at you. What she doesn’t notice, however, is your face flushing or your fists clenching when she says that as if she uncovered a deep dark secret, that you hadn’t told anybody. And to be fair that’s exactly how you felt, you did have a crush on this mean girl and you did have a thing for blondes, but you hadn’t quite come to terms with that yourself, let alone talk to anybody about it. So if anyone asked, the blondes you had a thing for were blonde guys, but you were hoping nobody would ask. Even if that person was Kate, your best friend.

And you didn’t notice her grip on the steering wheel tighten a little bit, waiting for a response. Hoping you would do or say anything to acknowledge what she had said, telling her she was right or wrong, waving her off altogether, laughing. She waited for any acknowledgment of what she had said for the rest of the ride home, but it never came. Instead, you changed the subject all together after sitting in silence for a few minutes. You hoped she didn’t notice that, but she did.

And so you followed your typical Friday night game routine, going to her house, watching Mean Girls, finding yourselves tangled up together but never acknowledging it, and then turning on some other random show or movie before falling asleep. Still in each other's arms. Still, just best friends.

6 years ago

Today was the day, the last full day before your crush best friend was leaving you. Ok well not you per se, but she was leaving. And yes you were also going to leave and go even farther in a few weeks, but that’s beside the point. It still felt like she was leaving you and it just didn’t feel right. You couldn’t exactly put into words how or why you felt so badly about it, but you did. Maybe the fact that you had never been apart for longer than a week played a part in it. Sure, you were both gonna go off and hopefully live your dreams, but it just didn’t feel right to do that away from each other. However, she was going to Iowa and you were going to New York and there's nothing you could do to change that now. And you did genuinely think about going to Iowa instead, but New York was your dream, so when you got into culinary school there you decided to go. You knew you loved it and you knew that New York was a great place to start, not to get started on the fact that it could take you literally anywhere you wanted to go. That didn’t make the decision any less painful though.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you whispered in Kate’s ear giving her a hug. You honestly don’t know why you’re saying it right now, it’s not like she's leaving right this second, but you still need to say it, and you’ll probably say it about 1,000 more times before you actually have to say goodbye in the morning after your final Friday night sleepover, even if it didn’t follow a game you guys have grown into the habit of doing this almost every Friday night. She squeezes you tighter if possible when she hears this, trying to burn that moment into her memory, knowing she loves you but it’s too late to do anything about it now, at least not anything serious. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you, to admit her feelings for you after years of friendship less than 24 hours before you guys go to different states for college. It would be cruel, and she told herself it would almost be more cruel if you felt the same way about her. She knew that you came to terms with being queer, at least enough to admit it to her and yourself, what she didn’t know is that a big part of that was you coming to terms with being in love with her. But still, it was too late and she had to let that be.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Kate said with a big sigh before releasing you, muttering a quick “more than you could know,” under her breath, hoping you didn’t hear. Happy when you showed no indication of hearing the last part.

“But we still have a whole afternoon/night to do all of our favorite things together before I leave. And we can go get our favorite breakfast in the morning,” she said with a more upbeat tone, poking your sides slightly, trying to lighten your spirits too. Slightly succeeding when she saw you perk up a little, putting a small smile on her face.

“Okay, okay, so what do you say to popcorn, Mean Girls, and a bunch of candy?” you asked, slightly mimicking her accent. She replies with an eager nod. Grabbing your hand and pulling you to her room after making a pit stop for the snacks, failing to notice the blush that covered your cheeks. You simply follow her rushed pace, happy you decided to wear sweats and a tank top, as opposed to something like jeans to lounge around in.

By the time you were about halfway through the movie, you found yourself wrapped in her arms, like usual. But for some reason not knowing when you’ll see her again after this, and the cheesy high school coming-of-age movie in the background made you a little more confident. Not super confident to where you would outright tell Kate that you’re in love with her, but confident enough to try and hint at something, which is more than you’d ever been willing to do with anyone else. So that’s what you do. Especially after spending years denying your feelings, and almost a whole extra year hiding them.

“You know what sucks,” you start off looking up at her waiting for any kind of acknowledgment. She finally looks down at you with a light “Hmm?”

“I’m about to go to college and I haven’t even had my first kiss,” you say unable to stop your eyes from glancing down to her lips. This statement took her off guard, sure, you had never talked about anyone, guys or girls, but you’re you and she figured you had your first kiss and in your typical shy fashion, you just hadn't wanted to bring it up.

“What? No way!” she says laughing a little only realizing her mistake when she saw your face drop.

“No no no, I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t get how you of all people haven’t had your first kiss yet!” she exclaims “I mean you’re literally perfect, you’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re a great cook, I mean you're my favorite person in the world. I just don’t get how no one’s kissed you yet!” she finished off her little rant with a small huff.

“Well no one’s wanted to,” you mumble looking down a little bit, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.

“That’s not true,” she mumbles quieter now than she had been before, suddenly feeling almost as shy as you while taking you off guard. It was pretty obvious what she meant, no hidden meaning laced in with her words, unable to pick her gaze back up to your eyes once they dropped down to your lips.

“I mean would you?” you question with a little more confidence once you notice where she's looking. You can’t help but follow her lead and look down to her lips, before going back up to her eyes, even though she still wasn’t looking.

touch me baby, put your lips on mine

“It doesn’t have to be weird or anything, it's just you’re my best friend, and I’ve never kissed anyone, and you’re leaving tomorrow and I don’t want to go to college without at least having my first kiss,” you kind of spit out hoping you don’t sound pathetic or desperate, or make her want to kick you out.

“Would you want me to?” she questions back, already knowing your answer but just wanting to ask to know that you were sure.

“Yeah, I’d like that” You rush out in a kind of whisper to her nodding, so she nods back to you. You can both tell that you’re nervous, each for different reasons. All it takes for you to start leaning into each other is locking your eyes again. In that moment she looks like an angel, with the soft glow of the lamp making her hair look even more golden than usual, to the way she was looking at you, not to mention how you felt about the grip she had on you. You barely even had time to actually look at her before her lips crashed onto yours. And that’s exactly what it felt like in that moment, like waves crashing onto cliffs, a completely overwhelming feeling, yet still, it brought you a newfound sense of peace. She pulled you as close to her as possible, knowing that this may be the only time you get to do this, not wanting to be even an inch away from you. At this point you were basically straddling her while she was leaning up against her headboard, both wanting nothing more than to be together, knowing you couldn’t.

You had never kissed anyone before but thought to yourself that in that moment that if this is what it is like you never wanted to stop. Kate had kissed people before, and you knew that, but what you didn’t know was that none of those felt anything like with you. They couldn’t compare. Not by a long shot. If she didn’t know how much she loved you before, she definitely knew now. The only issue is that she knows this, it’s gonna make it even harder to leave you in the morning.

By the time you guys pull away breathless from a mixture of kissing, nerves, and giddiness, you can’t help but feel at peace, resting your foreheads against each other’s. Sure you knew that nothing could come of this, that nothing would come of this, at least not right now. But you were happy. Happy that you got to show her how much you love her in one small way, one new way. Happy that you got to know her, and happy that she felt the same way about you. Even if you guys didn’t necessarily talk about it, or say outright say it, you both knew that was always one of the best things about your friendship, you didn’t have to actually talk in order to communicate and get your point across, and even when you did need words you didn’t need many of them.

So when you guys make eye contact again you come to a silent agreement, you have that night, and the next morning to talk if you want. You know you love each other, but also that there's realistically nothing you can do for you to start a relationship at that moment and have it work out. Not when you were about to be nearly 1,000 miles apart. It wasn’t right to risk it. And you both know that you’re too important to each other to risk your friendship, especially when almost all of the circumstances are pointing to it not working out. So, you have that night, after that, you’re friends again, maybe not even best friends, and if it works out you can be together in the future when you can be closer. But for the time being this is for the best, this is safe.

April 2024 || Present Day

It had been years since you and Kate had last seen each other properly, there were brief passings when you were both in your hometown that resulted in short conversations, but you were both barely there, you less than her, and when you were your family made sure you never went longer than 20 minutes without them other than to let you sleep. You had stuck to being friends, not best friends, just friends. Never talking about that night, your last night together. Not wanting to risk it, not yet. Other than that, you guys have managed to text each other occasionally to check-in. Keeping each other updated on your lives, but not close. It was as if you had both come to the understanding that you should keep a certain level of distance so as not to ruin what you had. Knowing that if you talked more, you would’ve talked about what could have been more. And you just couldn’t risk it.

id love if you knew you were on my mind, constant like cicadas in the summertime

That’s not to say that you didn’t keep an eye on her and her basketball. You had been her #1 fan since day one, and even if you didn’t talk or see each other as much as you used to, you wouldn’t let that change. You still felt the exact same way when you thought about her, even if you tried not to. Even when you knew you shouldn’t. You just couldn’t stop thinking about her. While you obviously couldn’t go to all of her games anymore, you still watched every single one, even when you were at work during them you would try to either watch it on your phone or record it and watch it when you got home later. You even managed to take off work for both the Final Four and the Finals this year to watch her and her team, even if you didn’t make it in person, you still had to watch the games live. And once you heard that she had declared for the WNBA draft you had to get a ticket for that, it was perfect, it was in Brooklyn so you didn’t have to travel more than taking the subway. And this time you told yourself that you would talk to her, not go up to her at the draft but you would text her and let her know that you were gonna be there if she wanted to meet up after, or at any point while she was in town. You would make an effort to see her. You really didn’t know when the next time you’d get the chance to see her again would be, it’s been so long since the last time, partially due to schedule, partially due to nerves, and you were about to move across the country to Las Vegas for a new job. You figured it was now or never, and you really hoped you would get the chance to see her so you could get her out of your mind.

You knew you had to try. Try to talk to her, try to see her, try something. You couldn’t stand it anymore, constantly thinking about her, you needed closure, even if there wasn’t necessarily anything to get closure about. You still had to try. So even though you had grown up a lot in the past six years, you had learned to start a conversation instead of stuttering your way through when someone came up to you, gotten more friends, and most importantly gained confidence and figured out a pretty good idea of who you were. You were nowhere near as shy as you used to be, but still the mere idea of Kate brought back butterflies that made you feel like you were in high school again. Frankly, the feeling had to be classified as something stronger than butterflies. So obviously the idea of calling her went out the window for you, you figured she was so busy anyway that she probably wouldn't answer, and you told yourself that if she chose not to answer a text it would hurt less than not answering a call. And after a lot of thinking and rewriting, you finally sent her the text.

“Hey Kate, I heard you’re gonna be in town for the draft and I know you’re probably busy but I would love to see you. I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been keeping up with your games, I’m so proud of you, still your #1 fan, and can’t wait to see where you go. I’m gonna be at the draft rooting for you, just like I have been every step of the way even when I couldn’t physically be there. So if you wanna meet up after the draft or at any point while you’re in town let me know.”

Once you hit send you waited, and waited, and waited. Once it hit six hours with no response you figured you weren’t going to get one. Now that you had sent it, you realized that it was more nerve-wracking to sit and wait for the possibility of a response than to try and figure out what to say and hit send. Every possible reaction she could have had to your text was running through your head, well not every one, just every bad one. You didn’t know what she was thinking, or how she thought anymore, and that was terrifying to you. The nerves were so bad that to anyone watching you probably looked like a mess, flushed cheeks, sweaty, a little hunched over, and very clearly looking nauseous. But you were fine, it was no big deal.

You lied to yourself, it still hurt that you didn’t get an answer, but still decided to go to the draft anyway. Even if she didn’t want to see you, you still wanted to support her, figuring it was a big event and the chance of you seeing each other let alone talking were slim to none. You could go and didn’t have to talk if she didn’t want to. Plus you didn’t want to waste your money after you already bought the ticket and more than anything you wanted to support her, she was your first friend, your best friend, so far your most important friend, and now she's about to be a professional basketball player. You had to be there to see it come full circle, after spending the better part of ten years being able to count the number of her games you hadn’t seen on one hand, and saying you were her #1 fan, you just couldn’t miss it. Not for you, and certainly not for her.

By the time you had actually gotten to the draft and it started you were so focused on listening for Kate or her name, you couldn’t focus on anything else. You couldn’t hear anything that wasn’t related to her. You were confident that she was going to get drafted, but there was still a “what if” sitting in the back of your mind knowing your heart would break for her if she didn’t, maybe more than hers. Then you heard it, “With the 18th pick in the 2024 WNBA Draft, The Las Vegas Aces select Kate Martin, University of Iowa.” you were so focused on her getting on a team that you didn’t think of the city she might end up in. You wish you could hit rewind when you heard it, almost not believing it. She got drafted to the Las Vegas Aces, you would be in the same city for the first time in 6 years. There could be a chance of you guys actually happening. Of course, she still had to go through training camp and make the roster before she was officially on the team, but you have no doubt that that’s going to be the easy part compared to everything else that it took to get to that moment. Not to mention text you back. When you’re finally able to focus again, there have been a few more picks you decide to go on your phone and check Twitter to see what they are saying about the draft. What you didn't expect to see when you opened your phone, however, was a message from Kate.

🏀Kate 🏀

“Hey, sorry I didn’t see your message or get back to you earlier! I’m so happy that my #1 fan came to support me just like you have been all these years. It means the absolute world to me to know that you came here for me tonight because I wasn’t even sure I was gonna make it. I haven’t been on my phone like at all today, but I’d love if you’d come celebrate with me and my friends tonight? It only feels right that you’re there, you’ve been there for pretty much everything else already, you should be there to celebrate now too.”

When you read the text you could’ve sworn your stomach quite literally did flips, while a giddy feeling erupted through your body, even releasing a small, relieved, laugh. At this point, the last thing you were expecting was to get a response, at most expecting to go to a bar close to your apartment for a drink or two, if you were feeling frisky. But upon seeing her text, you decided “Why not?” and decided to respond.

“Yeah of course I’d love to celebrate with you and your friends!! You deserve it after all the hard work you put in to get here. Just send me the time and place and I’ll meet you there.”

You tried to keep your response short and sweet, not trying to read too much into what she said or trying to seem too eager. Although, you were quite excited to actually see her and have the opportunity to talk to her again. You figured it wasn’t guaranteed that you were even going to talk more than a simple greeting, let alone that she would want to talk about what happened the last time you spent any substantial amount of time together. Hell, you weren’t even sure you’d stay longer than half an hour. But before you could dwell on it too long, you got a response, with nothing more than an address and a time.

By the time you show up, which is 20 minutes late due to nerves alone, you are sure Kate had forgotten that she had even invited you. What you hadn’t expected was for everyone to automatically know who you were, greeting you excitedly. You thought at most one, maybe two people would vaguely know who you were, but you didn’t expect all of your friends to recognize you and know pretty much everything about you. Including things you were pretty sure you hadn’t told Kate when you would catch up.

But that’s exactly what happened, all of her teammates knew who you were, Jada, Gabbie, and Caitlin, even people she barely knew. Never in a million years did you think that she could possibly talk about you that much. You didn’t think there could possibly be that much for someone to talk about regarding you, let alone that anyone would want to, especially after 6 years of limited communication. Yet it warmed your heart, it made you happier than you had been in a long time, to know that she talked about you, that she cared about you enough to talk about you that much. Jada went as far as to say,

“We finally get to meet you after her nonstop talking about you for I don’t even know how long. We were starting to think Kate made you up,” before giving you a hug in greeting. You could tell from that alone that she was an absolute sweetheart.

new crush, high school love again

By the time you had been able to talk to Kate for any substantial amount of time, it was clear that you both had a few drinks. Neither one of you could help yourselves from embracing each other in a long overdue hug, slightly rocking as she lightly rubbed your back. You couldn’t help but feel like you belong there. You had always felt like you belonged when you were with Kate, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Like you had wasted time not being there. You never wanted to leave her side again. You didn’t think you could stand it. At that moment, hugging each other again for the first time in you don’t know how long, you both felt like you were in high school again. You knew she still gave you butterflies, but in that moment you could have sworn you fell in love with her all over again.

“I’m so proud of you, I knew you could do it,” you whisper while pulling away from the all-too-long hug. Looking up at her, you were filled with an all-new type of butterfly, a bird maybe. Filled with a sense of joy knowing she was happy to see you, and a sense of contentment knowing that you were going to be in the same city again, for the first time in years. Knowing that you know each other, without really knowing each other. In a sense you know each other, you kept each other updated on the big things, relationships you were in when you talked, basic interests, but you didn’t know what really mattered. You didn’t know the little things, the day-to-day, the highs and the lows, and you missed that. You missed knowing the one thing that made her day unbearable, or the one thing that got her through the day. It was always you, to this day. But she wasn’t willing to tell you that yet. She loved you, and you her, and you both knew that, but you only knew that past tense.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” she says into your ear sending a shiver down your spine. You had officially fallen even more in love with her than the last time you saw each other, and you barely talked yet. And just like no time had passed, able to see the change in your demeanor, she grabbed you by the hips before looking into your eyes.

“I’m serious y’know? I really wouldn’t be here without you. You made it all worth it,” she pauses, eyes briefly scanning the room. “Every time I felt like I couldn’t do it, you made sure to tell me that I could. You made it clear that you believed in me, but you weren’t ever gonna push me into something I didn’t want. Even when you weren’t there I still thought of you. Thought of what you would say, how you would make everything better. You got me here baby,” she finishes off. Her eyes found their way back to yours while she talked, the intensity of her gaze alone could melt you.

“Even though I wasn’t there I never missed a game. I watched every single one, even if it was just a recording. I'm still your #1 fan, and I can promise to never miss a game of yours in the WNBA now either. I’ll even be at all the home games,” you smile up at her looking to see if she caught onto your words. You can see her trying to figure out what you meant, her eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as she was thinking before a smile eventually broke out on her face.

“What? Are you moving to Vegas?” she asks, her volume growing with each word. She grabbed you by the shoulders before lightly shaking you in disbelief. As if trying to figure out whether or not this was really happening.

“Yeah, I got a job there and I’m moving at the beginning of May,” you say laughing at her clear excitement. To her it felt like she was about to burst, this is what you had been waiting for, this was a sign. It wasn’t planned and neither one of you had any idea it was going to happen, but you were going to be together again.

the rush of slumber party kissing

“I can’t believe it! Are you joking?” she asks looking down at you for any hint of a lie coming from you, but she found none, so she continued. “Like we’re actually going to live in the same city? This is amazing, I can’t believe it.” and then it slips out, she doesn’t mean to say it, but she does, “We could try. Like we could actually be together, for real-” By the time she realizes what she said she was looking at the floor and couldn’t bear to try and meet your gaze. After all, she basically just confessed that she was still in love with you after 6 years of barely seeing or talking to each other.

“Really? You’d want that?” you ask her, grabbing her face and lifting it to meet your eyes. You couldn’t believe she wanted you, after all this time she still wanted you. So you did something Kate never in a million years thought you would’ve done, you kissed her. She wasn’t sure where your confidence had come from whether it had been her basically admitting that she never moved on from you, or the drinks you had, or just simply you growing up and actually being more confident. But she couldn’t think about that now. Now she had you in her arms, for the first time in years. She had you in a way she thought she had missed out on because she waited. And in that moment she knew she wasn’t going to let you go ever again.

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Summary: James might actually like Slytherins.

Poly!Starchaser x Reader (James Potter x Reader x Regulus Black) | 1.2k words

TW: mentions of Sirius leaving, getting kicked out(?), honestly not a lot I think

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When James started Hogwarts, he had a certain distaste for Slytherins. Never an outright hate, unlike his best mate, Sirius. But something about the house always put a sour taste in his mouth.

Maybe it was the stories Sirius shared of his family, or the way many of them seem to sneer at him, or maybe it was Severus Snape. He was never really sure. But, nevertheless, the Gryffindor seeker has always seemed to avoid Slytherins.

Until James’ sixth year at Hogwarts. The previous year, Sirius had left Black Manor for good (but if you ask James, Sirius had left closer to third year, the incident in fifth year just made it official).

All the Marauders know the story well, and all the boys know just as well how distressed Sirius was when Regulus didn’t take the chance to leave with him.

The refusal created a rift between the brothers—a big rift. Like the big crack in the earth muggles call grand that James never remembers the name of. And that rift lasted for the entirety of fifth year.

But the summer before their sixth year marked when Sirius couldn't take it anymore. So, the boys' sixth year marked when the Black brothers started mending their relationship.

And also when James became a pathetic mess for Regulus. Lily was the first to find out. Besides the boys, Lily was James' person. Once he finally got over the childhood crush he had on her, they became actual friends.

Regulus is just so…. Regulus. He's pretty, first of all, like, so pretty. James isn’t very poetic, but he reckons one of the romance books Remus has read wouldn’t even begin to describe how beautiful Regulus is. From his well-kept, dark hair to his gray eyes, which at times reminds James of The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel. The same painting his mother has fawned over to him and his father many times. The poetically tragic painting.

And dear Merlin, he's so smart. James has shared very few classes with the boy, being one year apart makes it hard. But when they shared The Study of Ancient Runes, James became almost certain that he's attracted to people smarter than him, (which he realized greatly limited his dating pool because it can be a bit hard to find people smarter than him (save Remus, Lily, and now Regulus)). Don’t get the seeker started on how good Regulus is at quidditch, he could talk all day.

Honestly, not much changed with this crush when James met you. You had been friends with Regulus (and Crouch and Rosier, but that was irrelevant to James); maybe a little more; he wasn’t sure at the time; the little friend group had always seemed suspiciously close sometimes.

You. Oh Merlin, you. It made a lot of sense, at first glance, how you and Regulus got along. Both of you seem to be able to sit in silence, not needing a conversation every time you hang out, yet still having fun. But at the same time, James had seen you able to joke and have banter with Crouch and give half glares at Sirius when he was trying to borrow -steal- Regulus for a bit.

And finally, after months of talking to (mildly annoying) you too, the lot of you finally started dating. Even though Sirius nearly had a heart attack when he found out, either way, James has found himself walking to the Slytherins table before his own more often, and has found himself ducking from Crouch throwing potatoes at him even more regularly. James has also found himself sneaking into the Slytherin common rooms when he isn’t planning a prank. Like right now.

It's not exactly necessary to sneak into a common room. The way to get into most common rooms stays the same. Ravenclaws answer a riddle; Gryffindors have a password that changes semi-regularly; Hufflepuffs have changed a few times over the past few years, but right now you have to tap a barrel located in the kitchen space near the Hufflepuffs door. But, as it seems, the Slytherins seem to change more regularly.

Rarely just a simple password nor a rhyme or riddle. Though James likely doesn’t deserve the right to be annoyed by the constant changing because the Marauders pranks are often the reason for a change. And it's not like the boys exactly need a password to get in. Not when you have learned almost all of the secret passageways through the castle and can sneak in through one of them.

James finds a way down to the dungeons, with or without any password or trick, and makes his way to Regulus' dorm. When he gets there, he's presented with a loving, beautiful, and perfect view.

The dorm is free of Regulus’ dormmates, Crouch and Rosier, the only people who lay claim are you and Regulus. There you two lay, your head on his stomach, arms wrapped around his waist as your body lays between his legs, any closer and you'd be under his skin.

Regulus is lying back on his pillows, jumper far too red to belong to him. As one hand rests on the top of your head, the other lies abandoned. It’s clear both of you had been reading at some point; books lay abandoned nearby on the bed.

James could scream, squeal even, but instead he silently closes the door and locks it (the only people that would really need it are people with a key (Crouch, Rosier) or people who don't believe in locks (Sirius, and honestly, probably also Crouch and Rosier)).

James slips off his shoes near the bed, climbing onto the bed with the two of you.

“Love?” He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair away from your face as he gently rubs your shoulder.

You shift, barely coherent, as you open your eyes the smallest amount to look at who woke you. They soften a tremendous amount when you register that James is in front of you.

“Hi, baby,” Salazar, his smile is so bright, he could make the Black Lake change its name with just a curl of the lips. “Your arms are gonna cramp if you don't move.”

James slowly draws your arms from under your shared boyfriend for you, limp like a liquid cat in his arms, and he somehow finds it the most endearing thing in the wizarding world.

The movement makes Regulus come to consciousness, opening his eyes much quicker than you did and already more alert than you. “Chéri?”

“Hello, love.” James drags your liquid body to the side of Regulus, instead of on him, and kisses his boyfriend's temple. Freeing a hand to smooth out his hair and stop him from getting up. “Go back to your nap, just moving you guys a bit so neither of you hurt.”

You are quick to go back to wrapping your arms around Regulus, now in a slightly less straining position, ready to go back to dreaming. James' smile might just grow impossibly founder.

James goes to the other side of Regulus, leaving you to cling to his left as James takes his right. “'S ‘kay to go back to sleeping.”

“I know.”

You reach one of your hands blindly and grab James’ arm, resting it there as the three of you drift back to a lovely sleep.

Maybe James has a taste for a type of Slytherin after all.

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n0tamused · 21 hours

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Hi! I saw that you requests were open and I had a brain rot about an idea, with platonic! Ratio with a student who acts like Bronya Zaychik. Feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like writing this! I love your work sm! Take care🗣🗣🗣

- 🧈 anon

A/N: My first emoji anon >:D Hello! Thank you so much for your request, I do hope I did it justice. I do have to say I did not play HI3 besides a little bit of the start, so I am not that well versed with Bronya's character there, but I did ask a friend to tell me about her, so I hope this is alright <3 Enjoy! You take care too!

Contents: PLATONIC! Dr Ratio x Reader, hcs, fluff?? Fight me

-Dr. Ratio is hard to get close to, both as a professor and an individual outside the Intelligentsia Guild. With that comes great impartiality when dealing with people, no one gets a better or a necessarily worse treatment by him, unless they’re really asking for it

-This does not mean that he is not keen on observation. Seldom few things can go by him without his notice, and that includes the little details about the students he teaches. The things they think escape the view of others

-It took some time, some odd few months before he really began to focus a bit more on you, all past observations accounting up to what he thinks now. His view definitely changed, positively so too.

-He is very appreciative of you, as a bright spark among the sea of dull minds, and he also began to look forward to your essays and exam papers. Although his rather harsh outward demeanor is yet to soften, it is clear he is taking steps to take a bit more care about you, taking steps to nurture your mind and to encourage its further growth

-Dr. Ratio really does want to spread knowledge far and wide, that is his life mission, and his way of teaching can be hard to catch on to, something he is aware of. So whenever he does see someone grasping his talks and being in tune with the material, he will do his best to not let that student stray from this path

-As a professor it is his duty and responsibility to be like that, but he takes that duty on tenfold

-During the days and classes which are spent in practical learning, Dr. Ratio would observe your way of going about the task, the way you look so…deadpan when being seemingly sarcastic with your peers, and how much you just cherish those few people in your closest circle, and how they cherish you in return- it is something that leaves him with an odd sense of pride in his chest.

-Having mentioned that, he finds it oddly peculiar and curious how you seem to refer to yourself as a third person too, and at times he does find it to be a pet peeve of his. In his mind it’s a cruel way to demean yourself like that, and at times when it seems as if you’re being rude to yourself, he will jump in to correct you - not only on the way you refer to yourself, but also the way you talk about yourself. He may be blunt, but he is not unnecessarily rude and there is care interwoven between his sharp words. Dr. Ratio does not take out rage on his students either, unless asked for, obviously - when did he ever mince his words or actions with idiots? But you are human, so at least treat yourself as one.

-It is an odd feeling Dr. Ratio feels, a sense of paternal protectiveness when it comes to you after a long while of teaching you and getting to know you through small talks here and there and through the answers you offer.

-Should you encounter an issue, any issue, rest assured, Dr. Ratio does not mind repeating himself - after he let a small sassy remark fall from his lips about having to repeat himself. He shows you how he does it himself, before letting you take a go under his watchful eye. You may even catch a subtle praise or two slip from him

-He is well aware of the setbacks you can encounter, mainly with the issues of walking and going about. Dr. Ratio would try to accommodate the needs of his students, including you, as practically as he could. Thankfully, you won’t need to walk much at all during his classes.

-Going back to the protectiveness he feels, he sort of has that demeanor which in a nutshell is just “I can yell at them but no one else can”. The other professors at the Guild can really strike his nerves when they are just rude and cruel to students, and aeons save the person that dares to dig their nasty teeth into either one of his students. They’re not gonna hear the end of it

-Say what you want about him, but one thing that is not true is that Dr. Ratio is emotionless, or that he lacks empathy. He was a student once too, and someone’s child. And now you’re his student, and while you may not be coddled in any way, you will be taken care of.

#Dr Ratio #Veritas Ratio #Dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x you #dr ratio x y/n #gn reader #dr ratio x gn reader #veritas ratio x reader #veritas ratio x you #dr ratio headcanons #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail headcanons

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maevecrom · 3 days

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You accuse nesta of abuse but love rhysand and ship feysand when he sexually abused her. When he committed reproductive abuse. Ok🙄

Note: I love and support Feysand because of Rhys's patience, respect, and appreciation of Feyre's strength (both mental and physical). Is it possible to love/support something, but also acknowledge when something bad happens? Yes. I know that's hard for hyper-fans to understand, but it is, indeed, possible.

So, firstly I'd like to define both of those terms of "abuse," not to say it's not true, but just so we can really digest all of it.

reproductive abuse: any deliberate attempt to dictate a person's reproductive choices or interfere with their reproductive autonomy (deciding whether or not to use a contraceptive, hiding pills, secretly removing c0nd0m after sex, lying about having a vasectomy, etc.)

sexual assault: occurs when physical sexual activity is engaged in without the consent of the other person, or when the person cannot give consent (physical force, violence, threat, intimidation, ignoring objections, or taking advantage of intoxication)

Reproductive Abuse Claim:

I have NEVER condoned Rhys for withholding information about her pregnancy from her.

He did not infringe in her reproductive choices as described above because she was fully aware of the situation and her desire for what she wanted. Now, people may throw the "he should've known the kid would have wings," and I'd like to add that maybe he did know, but wasn't aware of the reproductive anatomy differences between Fae and Illyrian women due to lack of education within the Illyrian camp.

With that out of the way, we can talk a bit more about the reproductive autonomy: this is defined by having the power to decide about the control matters associated with contraceptive use, pregnancy, and childbearing. I will say that diagnostic delay is a serious problem and anon can read more about it here (https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8195035/). Rhys had no right to withhold that information in any capacity, and I have never stated otherwise. I think it's important to remember that Rhys as a character is extremely self-sacrificial, and will take on the brunt of any mental and physical load for the safety and wellbeing of his loved ones. He was terrified for her. He wanted her to revel in her pregnancy. That is his flaw. And that is something he needs to work to change.

You can read more about my opinion on that here: https://www.tumblr.com/maevecrom/750821197694058496/i-really-want-to-talk-about-the-pregnancy

Sexual Abuse Claim (UtM I'm assuming):

Let's just break down and go through everything Rhys did...

Had her drink faerie wine even after she said no - He had her drink the wine so that she wouldn't remember the people getting tortured and murdered at each party

Painted her skin and dressed her in a sheer, skimpy outfit - He painted her skin so that he would know if someone touched her, and kept the paint on the next day so she'd know he had only touched her waist and her shoulders

Kissed her without her consent - Kissed her to make it appear to amarantha that it was him that messed up the paint on her body instead of tamlin (also important to mention that he described that night with amarantha as being twice as brutal because she began speculating that rhys cared for feyre)

Had her dance for him - I'm going to say that if this is true, that if he forced her to dance for him, then i have no excuse. That's wrong. But i'd also like to mention that the person who told feyre/the readers what happened was lucien. Someone who isn't close with rhys and already has a vendetta against him, and could've misinterpreted the events due to bias (understandable from how rhys portrayed himself).

Now, people will also argue "well he could've just kept her in the cell." And let her go insane? It was the exact same reason he made a bargain with her. He was desperate to get her out of that damp, dark, isolated enclosure to spare her mind.

You guys can read more on effects of social isolation here:

Can also read about how social isolation is a form of torture here:

https://afsc.org/solitary-confinement-facts

Now, does any of this excuse anything that he has done? No. But the real problem with people like anon is that N/A is not as black and white as YA. No one is 100% good or evil, there is a grey area, and while nothing above excuses what he has done, it at least offers an explanation. He didn't do anything with malicious intent. Was it the wrong solution? Maybe. Would I have done something different? Probably. But those flaws are what make him an incredible character because he has done enough to prove that those flaws don't define him.

There is no such explanation for the way Nesta treats Feyre. There has never been. Feyre craves a relationship with Nesta, and we have seen this time and time again because she is a pleaser. Nesta, on the other hand, has been described to seek out insecurities to break those she loved. She hated Feyre for doing what she couldn't: taking initiative to keep them alive. SJM even described her blood as "singing" when she sees the effect her words had on her sisters. None of this can be defended as having any benevolence.

"Nesta was depressed" - and? I understand that mental health can become extremely damaging and serious, but it is not an excuse, nor is it a crutch. Rhys was emotional abused by his father, trained in an extremely damaging and abusive environment where he was discriminated against simply for his Fae ethnicity, and was sexually abused for 50 years - do you see any Rhys stans defending his actions due to his poor mental health? No. Because it's not a real defense. It's an explanation, sure, and can provide some understanding, but if you cannot find any source of good will in the abuse Nesta inflicted, then I don't want to hear it.

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Your answer about why Louis and Armand stay together brought something that always made me wonder about the show. Louis is jealous in the show so how come he would not be of Armand and Daniel in the 70s? Is it a way to show that Armand is not the love of his life (unlike Lestat)? Did he have his memories changed too? Has the writing just changed from season 1 to 2? What do you think?

This one will be a long one too . So please bear with me 🙏🏻

1. I hope no one attacks me for this but I didn't buy the " love of my life " of Louis at all . And as we can see even after Lestat is supposedly dead Louis can't get over him no matter how much he tries . On the show in Paris it seems like Armand is Louis's way of distraction from Lestat even though it doesn't work all the time . Not that Louis isn't attracted to Armand no , he's gay on the show and he has quite specific taste in men but Armand is also different feeling from Lestat so he's actually looking to any vampires who aren't like Lestat at all because he's trying so hard to forget him so Armand is that person at least that's what Louis thinks . And he thinks he has a common feeling with Armand about getting hurt by Lestat .

2. And in my opinion Louis isn't the love Armand's either he's his way of having new feelings and trying a new kind of love after a century but a century after Lestat . So Armand also want to forget Lestat and he also resents him and he could be after Louis to get revenge from Lestat . For all we know Lestat could have possibly arrived in Paris even before Louis and Claudia . So Armand knows about them . Even if they arrived in Paris earlier than Lestat did Armand still knew about them and I'm sure he suspected them being Lestat's fledglings . It's still love for Louis and Armand they were together a long time but what if they BOTH tried so hard to forget their relationship with Lestat that they quite became performative love to each other ? Both of them showing a part of themselves that they hated in Lestat?

3. I don't know much about Armand and Daniel possible history on the show yet But according to the the devil's minion chapter in the 3rd book Daniel is the love of Armand's life , someone who accepted his as he was adored him for his beauty and evil , although they had a rough start but they remained a couple for years . A relationship Armand cherished more than anyone else and possibly more than even Lestat because at the point of the book Lestat was in danger in the concert but Armand found Daniel and stayed with him and protected him and then turned him . Unfortunately in the books it doesn't last too long though they separated until the prince Lestat book where they became a couple again but Marius was there too .

4. I don't think Louie would be jealous over Armand's relationships because it seems like in the 70s they're in an open relationship even before that Armand and Louis brought out other men to their relationship and Louis had possibly sex with those men and Armand probably did too and then Armand killed them or probably erased their memories of being with them and left them on their own . EXCEPT FOR YOUNG DANIEL . He probably did something to his memories but it seems like both Armand and Louis kept a close watch on Daniel too . But I think Armand is mostly pretending that Daniel was like another men they had fun with and played with him like a pet and left him to be with Louie . Armand might be jealous and possessive of Daniel though , remember when Louis offered to turn Daniel in Ep 4 in season 1 ?

5 . So I don't think Louis cares about monogamous relationships anymore maybe because the show is going to go into poly direction . OR maybe Louis only have that feeling for Lestat . That fire , that burn , that jealousy . Maybe he's not jealous over Armand's and Lestat and Nickolas relationship because he doesn't know how deep they actually were . He thinks they were both a passing thing for Lestat and maybe he's deeply hurt by that what if he was that too ? 😢

6. I'm not sure who do you mean by having his memories changed too . But if you're talking about Louis and Daniel yes their memories are probably changed or I better say tampered with .

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv #loustat #amc interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #iwtv spoilers #lestat x louis #louis x armand #loumand #armand x daniel #armandaniel #lestat x armand #lesmand #armandstat #iwtv theories #iwtv theory #iwtv speculation

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s1m0nth3swag · 2 days

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Chat I need to yap about Dead Boy detectives.

I've seen so much stuff about Charles having the "I wish you were a girl" mentality, and I 100% agree.

Like, both Charles and Edwin grew up during times where it was way more difficult to be open and proud about being Queer. Edwin was the first to actually start realising that his feelings were okay because of Niko and Monty (partly the cat king). Meanwhile Charles was after Crystal (and who can blame him she's wonderful) but I personally think Charles just doesn't fully know what being in love feels like

Like, he was at an all boys school. With the fact that he's queer, he's definitely been in love. However, we know his dad was a fucking dick, and I personally think that the reason was also partly Homophobia. Like, yeah people can be assholes for no fucking reason, and hit their kids without any reason at all, but I imagine that Charles maybe hinted at being queer (like. Look at him.) And his father hated that, so Charles just always had the mentality of "this isn't what love feels like" whenever liking a boy. So he meets Crystal, after having no connection to another person his age who wasn't a guy, and he knows they'll be around each other a lot because of her case still having to be solved/ the amnesia and all and he just jumps on the train of "Basically, I HAVE to like her!" (Listen, I think they're cute, genuinely no hate towards their ship or anything, i really love their relationship) Like, Charles definitely knew girls in his time, but he's so clumsy with flirting (or better, old timey becausehe hasnt flirted since the 80s / it feels clumsy to me but i suck at flirting myself so thats that), I partly think that he's never actually had a girlfriend (because how would he bring that girl into a household he didn't feel safe in? Because Charles is the guy to 100% want his partner to feel safe at all times, and he can't guarantee that whenever he's home) he's definitely been a flirt though etc etc we all know what he's like (and that he probably still has some experience- more than Edwin at least, which isn't hard though)

I just think Charles wishes Edwin was a girl because then he wouldn't have to have his inner internalised Homophobia alarmbells ring.

I genuinely hope that in season 2, Charles finds the same way of accepting himself as Edwin did

Also chat I almost have NO historical idea of Homophobia during different times because that's never been something I was interested in (I just want to change things for the better in the future)

I'm just yapping idk honestly I think the thought fits for their dynamic but please yap with me about it

#simon yaps #dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #charles rowland dead boy detectives #edwin dead boy detectives #edwin x charles

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cannibalclass · 3 days

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Do u write fics and if so could u write one between kate and Caitlin 😊

the way i absolutely do not write fics but i wrote one just for you...ask and you shall receive i guess!

friends or lovers, which will it be?

caitlin clark x kate martin

caitlin is frustrated and exhausted after a loss. kate tries to comfort her which just leads to a mini mental breakdown whoop whoop

word count: 1.5k

uhh lots of angst

Besides the court, there was no other place else Caitlin loved being in than in a bed. With the near-, forget it, straight up unbearable media circus following her every move since last season’s March Madness, that feeling had only intensified. There were also days where she just wanted a hug. Today was one of them.

It wasn’t long before she’d heard a click at the door, followed by Kate walking in, hotel key in one hand and a box of chocolate chip cookies in the other.

“Hey,”, the dirty blonde greeted with a smile, before placing the box on the drawer next to Caitlin’s bed and hopping on her own. “I know how hard everything was today….I got your favorites.”

Despite all the shit she’d been through today, Cait couldn’t help but smile and greet her back. Amidst all the media frenzy, Kate was the one person she could rely on to have her back. Since the europe trip, they’d grown closer and closer, they’d always say they were the bestest of friends and Kate seemed to think it too….but Caitlin wasn’t exactly sure if her feelings towards her were purely platonic anymore.

Remote in hand already, Caitlin decided to channel surf. They only had a couple hours until they had to leave for their flight back to CHA Iowa anyway, and it wasn’t like they could do much else.

‘Iowa and Caitlin Clark lose in overtime loss to Ohio State, 100-92.’

The sentence stung like a bee. She’d put up 45 points and still lost the game. No one else on the team had more than 20. The loss wasn’t sweet, and neither were the comments her coaches had made after the game. “More,” they'd insist. “When the rest of the team can’t get it going, it’s up to you to step it up.” They couldn’t & wouldn’t say it directly, but even a 5 year-old could read between the lines and know what they were really implying. The exact same suggestions they had made in the NC State blowout loss the season prior.

‘Star player Caitlin Clark collides with fans following a court storm, and social media is DIVIDED over whether she flopped or whether it was truly an accident’

To make matters worse, she had just happened to collide with a fan while storming the court. It was just so sudden. Caitlin had just been so absentminded walking off the court, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, that she didn’t even register the collision before she hit the floor. Droves of security & her teammates had come over, all with concerned looks on their faces. They couldn’t afford to lose the best player in the game, after all.

The concerned yet angry look on Kate’s face had been something Caitlin had never really witnessed before, or at least really paid attention to. Kate was the pacifier, the peace-maker of the team, it was her who would be the one to calm her down when she was acting up due to a mistake or a bad call. It felt weird, the roles being reversed. There were maybe three or four times she had really gotten angry like that around Caitlin, and yet when she had come across a clip of Kate as Caitlin was being carried off…the look of unabashed anger on her face made a certain feeling swell below her belly button. Something about the same girl who she would fight tooth and nail for unleash a rarely seen side over her almost made her feel…pride?

“They’ve never been serious haven’t they,” Kate murmured to herself. Caitlin could hear it anyway, and quickly changed the channel before eventually turning it off. She had no idea why she’d left that on for that long, morbid curiosity was really a disease.

“Why the fuck would you purposefully run into a fan like that? What would you gain from that? I swear….”

There’s that Kate again. Shades of the beast unleashed earlier in the day after the collision. Jada had joked in the locker room that they might have had to block her eyesight & cover her ears anytime anything regarding the incident came up before she turned into ‘Katezilla’. Caitlin would be lying if she said she didn’t find that hilarious.

Kate glanced at her roommate with a look of worry on her face. She knew Caitlin was the type to internalize and blame herself in losses, even in games where she was the only one stepping up like today. Their coaches certainly didn’t help with that. Add on the media circus & pressure around her, Kate was almost certain that one of these days she was going to break. She was determined to not let that happen anytime soon.

Caitlin had the hood of her sweatshirt up as she felt that all too familiar feeling start to bubble up. “Fuck.”, she muttered under her breath. Crying sessions weren’t unfamiliar territory for her, but it was really when her roommates were out of sight that she would let it all out. Kate was the last person she wanted to cry in front of, even though she knew her better than anyone else sans maybe her family did.

Eventually, Kate had hopped out of her bed and into Caitlin’s. Seeing her favorite person in the world in such a distressed state made her want to start crying, too. The same girl whose 2nd favorite thing behind basketball was chocolate chip cookies, the same girl who would rush to pet a dog anytime she would come across one somewhere and talk to it like it was her own…it absolutely broke her heart. Kate leaned over and gave her a warm embrace, patting her head.

“Cait…I’m right here, okay? I’m always here. You know that, right?”

And that’s all it took.

Caitlin’s head fell into the crook of Kate’s neck as she fell into her embrace, muffled yet loud sobs coming escaping her mouth. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. This loss in particular felt so much worse than the Kansas State loss months prior. They were so close and Caitlin had truly tried her best and they still couldn’t pull it off.

“Hey, stop.” Kate sighed as she let out a sad smile. “If you cry, I’m gonna start crying too.”

“Promise you won’t overthink this loss too much, for me. This isn’t on you, you tried your best. I mean 45….that’s insane.” She soothed, rubbing her hands up and down Caitlin’s back. By this point, the brunette had stopped the loud sobbing, solely because she didn’t want to see Kate cry. She had still let out a small whimper at the mention of the 45 points though. “I could’ve done better. The whole team could’ve done better. Take it this way, we can only go up from here. And as for the collision…..” Kate started to trail before getting back on track. She knew it was more likely than not an accident and couldn’t fathom how anyone would think otherwise. A feeling most similar to disappointment & anger started to build up again before she calmed down…it had already been hours and what happened had already happened. There wasn’t anything she could do now but comfort her best friend.

Did that even accurately describe their relationship at the moment? Best friends? Because it sure as hell didn’t feel like it right now.

“Cait, I love you so much. I hope you know that.”

Still trapped in Kate’s embrace (though she wouldn’t have it any other way really), Caitlin wanted to flinch at those words. Not because she didn’t love her back, it was the opposite actually, but did Kate love Caitlin the way Caitlin loved Kate? It wasn’t the first time Kate had said those 3 words to her and most certainly wouldn’t be the last. But everytime she would say it, the question of whether she meant it as a friend or something more would plague Caitlin’s mind for hours and lead her into an existential crisis. The fact that it would be a year since Kate had broken up with her long-term girlfriend in a couple months certainly didn’t help at all.

“Love you too,” She responded with a small smile, before pulling away, wiping what was left of her tears and getting up off the bed. “We should probably get going.”

She wouldn’t show it, but that hug and pep talk was exactly what she needed right then and there.

Growing up in what was probably the most traditional Midwest family ever, Caitlin didn’t think falling in love with anyone other than a handsome, tall guy was even an option. A quick look at her old notebooks would show several pages full of her name plus whoever was the guy crush of the month at the time with hearts around both. Hopefully get into the league, marry a guy with a huge wedding, have kids…that was always the plan.

This feeling…of feeling something that’s not purely platonic about someone of the same-sex was completely foreign to her, and she’d be lying if she said the uncertainty of it all wasn’t slowly killing her inside.

#caitlin clark #kate martin #katelin #caitlin clark x kate martin #icl i rushed a bit at the end and it couldve been better #i hope you enjoyed it though #ty anon for the ask bc i've been meaning to finish this but #have alot more ideas that i cant put onto paper rn #meandmyanons #my fics #also this was edited but there may or may not still be some mistakes oops

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⟣ ‘TIL FATE BRINGS YOU HOME !

pairing : fem!reader x daichi sawamura

synopsis : your parents live in different countries so you’d switch every few years. while in japan for high-school, you meet daichi and fall in love, but you go back to america for college.

content warnings : fluff — highschool sweetheart vibe, timeskip reunion at msby and adler game, and reader is called sweetheart and love.

word count : 1.4K

author’s note : inspired by @cashmakozume ! also a self serving fic. just daichi who’s helplessly in love with you. basically you spent primary school in japan, middle school in america, and highschool in japan.

The cold metal of the door handle sent a shock up your arm. Was it fear that had you paralyzed? The people beyond these doors were ones you held in warm regard. But it’s like part of you knew that he’d be here. Him. The person you’d run away from all those years ago. You’d spent the last few years thinking about him every day; it hit you hardest at night, especially in the summer. When you could sit in the moonlight and reminisce about the late-night conversations you shared. Even after all this time, the sound of his voice still rang in your head, like an alarm calling you back home. It couldn’t be fear, what did you have to be afraid of?

What if? What if he’s with someone new? He wouldn’t wait five years for you.

“You made it.”

You knew that voice. You turned slightly to the left, eyes landing on a very put-together Kuroo.

You smiled at him, “Well, seems you’ve grown up. Sorry, I missed it.”

He tilted his head a bit. Still just as perceptive as he was back in high school. But you’d always been easy for him to read. He could tell you were anxious. “Want some help?”

Letting out a soft sigh of relief, “Uhm, yeah.”

His eyes narrow, looking at you with affection as his cheeks warmed up. He stepped closer to you to grab the door handle. “I’ve got you, y/n.” He pulled it open, holding it for you.

You weren’t prepared in the slightest, no matter how much you tried to be before arriving back in Japan. It was impossible to make yourself ready for whatever might happen when the two of you were to make eye contact. You didn’t know if you’d break down or if you’d trip over your words, or even worse, hear him say that you were just a distant memory for him. That would break you, you thought, and you’d probably run away again without a single thought of ever returning home.

Kuroo placed a hand on your back, a warm reminder that you weren’t walking into this alone. He was there like he always had been. The two of you had stayed the closest of friends, even with you having been overseas the past few years. Kuroo never failed to be right there when you didn’t even know you needed him to be. His superpower, you supposed.

“I’m here guys, found a stray outside.” Kuroo jested, as he poked you in the side.

You narrowed your gaze at him, only to roll your eyes. The group of people he was addressing gave a shower of greeting, some more excited than others when they realised it was you standing by Kuroo’s side. Amongst them, you noted several familiar faces, but the only one that you wanted to see was Daichi’s. And there it was. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, ears ringing. His eyes were just like you remembered them and there they were staring right back at you. Was he smiling at you? You smiled back, greeting everyone once you got closer to the group. Everyone had changed quite a bit since the last time you saw them. It was hard to believe that all of you had grown so much in different directions, yet still held close to the bonds they made in high school.

Daichi moved around Suga to get closer to you, in hopes of sparking up conversation about your travels and time abroad. Those who were there, knew to give you two space because every single one of them knew the gravity of the history that rested between you. But there wasn’t any tension or awkwardness. It felt just like it had the first time you met him. He still had that boyish grin and lively eyes. He was taller now, though you hadn’t grown much. It was endearing to you, that he wasn’t at your eye level anymore. But he still radiated the same energy.

“Glad to see you back in Japan,” He spoke softly. He’d been waiting a very long time for this. He wasn’t going to let it go to waste. “Staying a while?”

I would for you. “Maybe,” you shrugged, pursing your lips. Did he sound hopeful? It wasn’t all in your head that it seemed like he was asking for himself, was it? “Depends on why you wanna know.”

Truth was, Daichi had known you’d be back in town for this match for a while now. Kuroo had mentioned it to him a couple of months ago when the two had gotten drinks after work one day. He’d said it casually, as it had been on topic. But Daichi’s reaction was less calm. He’d choked on his beer, coughing as he tried to regain his composure. Hearing your name, much less learning of the possibility of seeing you again rocked him to his core. Would you be alone? Or were you with someone now? He was sure Kuroo would’ve told him if that had happened. Or was this Kuroo about to break the news?

“She’s coming alone. I think it’s time to ask her on that date, Sawamura.”

So Daichi held your gaze, chuckling, “You haven’t changed, it’s refreshing. Would you wanna grab dinner? Catch me up on how it’s been living abroad.”

You looked the same but he could tell you were more confident now. And that deeply rooted feeling Daichi had since then, was still very much alive and well. Sure he’d tried to date a few times but it never worked out. He assumed it was that he couldn’t ever get over the several what-ifs that surrounded you and him. They kept him up at night sometimes, so he refused to let this opportunity pass him by. You were here, right in front of him, still as beautiful as ever. Daichi wasn’t gonna let go so easily this time. If he did let you go a second time, he’d never forgive himself.

His heart skipped a beat, he’d made it this far without fucking up. “I’d like it to be a date.”

You were shocked to your core, unsure if you heard him properly or if your brain was making shit up. You stared back at him, neurons firing too slowly for your liking.

“A date?” You couldn’t believe your eyes when he nodded. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Sorry, I kept you waiting, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, eyes itching, “No, I’m sorry I kept you waiting. I think I was just scared.”

Daichi’s smile softened and he pulled you into a warm hug. He smelled like vanilla and tobacco and you assumed it was cologne. It made you melt into his chest. When you pulled away from the hug, he wiped the tears from your cheeks. He’d never say it but Daichi would’ve waited as long as it took for you to come back home.

Daichi held your face, placing a kiss on your forehead. “It’s okay, love, we’re here now.”

And just like that, two kids who met one chance summer during a volleyball training camp and then fell in love were reunited in a similar place. Both clearly still in love with one another. It was so obvious to everyone in the group that the two of you were clicking back into place and every single one of them had been waiting for this moment since the day you left Japan after graduating. Part of you knew that Kuroo had informed you of this match between the past Karasuno's first years and invited you because he was banking on this reunion. He’d been your number one supporter the second he realised how much the two of you connected that summer.

Daichi put his number into your phone and you did the same for him, agreeing on the next night being best because everyone would be going out for drinks tonight anyway once the match was finished. Still convinced that all this was an elaborate dream played out by your sad or horny subconscious, you had to pinch yourself every once in a while to be sure that you were planted in reality.

#love potion.#.hq #.daichisawamura #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi x reader #sawamura daichi x reader

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