#its after midnight so excuse if its a jumble

[sunjaesol]

because your kiss is on my list

alternatively: four times juke snuck up on each other for affection and the one time they didn’t have to | based on the achingly beautiful fanart by @lovelyrugbee

1. 

Luke was being manic again. And not in a cute: “Oh my God, he’s so passionate about music!”-way, but in a: “He might actually tear his eyes out from these infuriating lyrics that aren’t working”-way. Every once in a while, songs didn’t flow out as easily as they usually did. The topic was a bit trickier, or the instrumentals didn’t mesh, or something was just off. Julie wasn’t too stressed about it. They had plenty of time to rework and fix things before the gig in two weeks. 

Unfortunately, Luke didn’t have the same mindset. 

He has been holed up in the studio all day, cramped on the windowsill to the point of submitting himself to a hernia and scrapping writing scrapping scrapping scrapping. The sound was infuriating, Alex being the first to poof out and Reggie following soon after when Ray became far more interesting than a guitarist going haywire. Which was sad, cause her dad was just unloading groceries. 

Alright. She had to do something. Standing at the doors of studio with a somewhat amused expression, she took in as her boyfriend was oblivious to the world and her. In any other situation, he’d notice and compliment the orange dress she was wearing. She thought about calling his name, maybe singing or jamming her fingers on the piano, but then a better idea came. A fun one.

Quietly slipping closer, a mischievous grin crawled on her lips. Thank God she was barefoot, or else her sneakers would’ve squeaked against the cement floors. He still hasn’t noticed her, the pinch between his brow so deep and lost in thought. 

Three, two, one... 

“Ah!”, she cried out like a warrior, snapping her arms around him from behind and snatching the damned songbook from his grasp. Before he could react, she smacked a wet kiss on his cheek and added a “Mwah!” for good measure. 

The startled Luke began chuckling, trying to get his book back, her peppering more kisses on his cheek in retaliation. He had to get out of this funk! Breathe a little! Turning his cheek to look at her, he smirked. “Sneaking kisses now, Jules?”

Julie hummed against his skin, eyes sparkling. Whispering in his ear, she said: “Stop breaking your head over these lyrics and relax. We have time.” 

His smile softened, gaze tracking the way she hugged him and then- “I like the dress you’re wearing.”

Ah, yes. There he was. 

2. 

Julie Molina truly made the afterlife less boring and a whole lot more bearable. Which became really apparent whenever she had an avalanche of homework and couldn’t hang out. Luke loved his boys, but damn did he miss his girlfriend a lot now. If the situation were different (you know, had he not been head over heels in love with her), he’d poof up to her room and annoy her until she came to the studio. Alas, he respected his girlfriend and her interest in getting good grades, so he had to deal with it. 

Bleh. “Dealing with it” was like a curse word to him. 

He hasn’t seen her all day though. She left early for school and didn’t pass by the studio when she got back. All he needed was a quick look and talk and maybe a hug and then he wouldn’t be so antsy. 

(What he’d give to wrestle her into cuddling right now. He was honestly blessed he found a girl who saw all of his need for affection and then gladly gave triple the amount.)

Yup. Screw homework. He had to see her. Without telling the boys, he stood up with a huff and poofed out. The offended “hey!” from Alex he ignored. 

Dropping into Julie’s room, a smile instantly bloomed on his face at the sight of her. She was on her bed, textbooks and notes splayed out in front of her while her curls danced with each breath she took. Even when tired, his girlfriend was pretty as hell. 

“Hey,” he grinned.

She didn’t look up and mumbled: “Hey.” A page turned. “What’re you doing here?”

Luke sat down on the edge of her bed, far enough so her pens wouldn’t roll away. “Haven’t seen you today. I missed you.”

This time she did look up, her weary eyes softening and smiling. “I missed you too. I have homework though, so...” The implication was there: please leave so I can finish. His hope for a hug quickly dwindled.

“Yeah,” he muttered, not ready to go back and get slapped by Alex. “Uh...” His eyes fell on her right hand, slightly more outstretched then the other. It just... laid there. Teasing him. Freaking tantalising him when he knew how good it felt whenever those fingers brushed his cheeks or raked his hair. 

It happened before he thought about it. Crawling onto the mattress, he snatched her hand and pressed soft kisses on the knuckles. Julie caught his gaze again, that smile he loved so much melting into an adoring puff - like she couldn’t believe this idiot was her boyfriend.

He didn’t mind being her idiot.  

3.

Sometimes, Julie was just that more adorable. Like now, with her hair spread around her shoulders and that small smile stuck on her lips and her eyes that seemed impossibly soft today. All for him, only for him. 

Sure, it was probably because they were working on one of their personal songs, but the fact remained that his girlfriend still left him rendered speechless months into dating.

“What if we try it in a lower key?”, Julie proposed, nodding at his guitar. 

The song in question was a song about them. It wasn’t so lovey-dovey that it would turn the guys off, but it was still blatant. Only they would write about ‘the sea glass green of his eyes’ and ‘the smile that put Mona Lisa to shame’. 

He did what she asked, her singing the same verse again. It held more depth now, soulful and lively. The rasp in her tone made it playful and egged him on to join, like it was truly banter between lovers put to music. It was them. It was her. It was-

Luke abruptly stopped playing, pushed his guitar aside and grabbed onto her. She hardly had time to chuckle as he pressed his lips onto her forehead and held her as tight as possible. Warmth filled his chest, that strange sensation of being loved and loving back twice as hard, as she clutched his body. He almost got choked up. Here he was, in the sundrenched studio with the girl he adored playing the music they created together and she was singing it in such a quintessentially ‘them’ way. No one but them would ever truly understand the magic they conjured. How it was only explained through grins melting on skin and the giddy skip in his heartbeat. 

“What’s that for?”, she smiled. 

His hand trailed from her back to her cheeks with an elated shrug. How could he explain to her her ‘Julie-ness’ was dialled up to two hundred without sounding insane? Caressing the skin, he murmured instead: “I guess you’re just irresistible today.”   

Her eyes squeezed shut at his words, like she was embarrassed how much delight it brought her, and pressed her face back in his shoulder. 

Letting that giddy skip in his chest kiss her again, he gently pulled away to sent her a wink. “Let’s finish ‘Wicked Love’, yeah?”

4.

“So, Flynn’s been thinking-”

“Mh-hm.”

“-about a new poster for the gig we’re playing. The old one is a little amateur and she made some new concepts. Wanna see?” Julie held her phone at his face, his hand leaving the strings of his guitar to gently push it back. Falling back on the bed, she frowned. 

“Maybe later, I’m figuring out this progression...” His back bend over his guitar again, only giving her a view of the black muscle tee. 

When Luke told her he wanted to hang out that Saturday afternoon, she had hoped it would be a bit more ‘Julie and Luke’ and not ‘Luke and His Guitar’ - alas, the girlfriend was competing with a piece of wood and some metal. While texting Flynn about graphic design was fun, it was time for Luke to start doing what he promised her.

Then again, she was a sucker for music talk. “Why don’t you try switching up the chords? Start with G instead of C.”

He tried it out, a grin crawling on his cheeks. “Yeah... yeah, that works. Thanks, Jules.”

“So?”, she sang. 

“Hm?”

With a sigh, she grabbed onto the strap of his guitar and gave it a tug. Luke’s neck rolled backwards in surprise, catching her playful smile.  

Chastely pecking his forehead, she said: “Your head is in the clouds.”

The teasing look of his matched hers. “You’re kissing my head right now.”

“Mh-hm,” she mumbled, loving the way his hair had that perpetual scent of apple and something inherently Luke. Kissing the locks, she added: “And you’ll be getting a lot more if you actually start hanging out with me.”

His book and instrument slid off his body just like that as he speared her into hug. Luke collapsed onto her body with the cutest grin and she knew she caught him. Their laughs chimed throughout the house for the rest of the day. 

+5.

Luke poofed onto her bed with a grin, his girlfriend automatically snuggling into his side and finding each other’s lips with ease. For a beat, they’re cherished the quiet passion shared between them. They didn’t need to do a lot to feel loved by the other. 

He pressed his nose into her curls. “How was school?”

“Good,” Julie whispered against his neck. “How was the studio?”

“Chill. Reggie scared a spider.”

She giggled, the sound making his grin widen and hide his face so she wouldn’t see how ridiculously giddy she made him. Turning her head so she’d see him anyway, her nose scrunched. “I know you’re smiling.”

“That’s my line, Molina,” he huffed, the teasing glint shimmering in his eyes. 

A signature brow quirked. “You got that on paper?”

He didn’t miss a second. “I love you.” He didn’t need to ponder or linger or rewrite or scrap or workshop the thought. It wasn’t even a thought. It was a truth and he’d repeat that truth over and over again until the universe knew it too and kept it in their books for centuries to come. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her. 

The smile that came was worth the truth, how her love for him broke through without a moment of hesitation. Now she’d say the same, over and over and over again, so the universe knew they were talking about each other and would always keep their names together in said books. 

Julie kissed him again, long and sweet and as easy as breathing. Her utters were barely audible, but his heart caught it. “I love you too.”

Locked in their embrace, they shared earphones listening to their favourite music until they fell asleep. (How Luke could fall asleep, but only when in her loving touch, he wouldn’t question. Some oddities of the universe were best unsaid.) 

@blush-and-books @unsaid-emily @bluefirewrites @willexx @ourstarscollided @alexjulies

#its after midnight so excuse if its a jumble #ophelia? using metaphysical similes? why of course its the libra in me #juke #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfiction #otp: i think we make each other better

[cynettic]

Kaeya x Reader ( midnight cuddles )

Summary - You get back late from work and commissions to Kaeya sleeping, you try not to wake him up. Little bit of a twist this time though, you’re drunk ;)

Pairings - Kaeya x Reader

Writing Style - Bullet points, mini oneshot fluff (at the end)

Warnings - Nonee

A/N - Cmon Kaeya, accept my marriage proposal dammit-

Midnight Cuddles

It wasn’t too uncommon to show up home later than your boyfriend, his cavalry duties carrying him through the day. If he showed up late, it was with alcohol in his hand and a tad too many drinks. A hiccuping mess, you were used to it despite chastising him every time anyway.

“I don’t want you stumbling around late at night!”

But it was a whole other matter on the eventful night that you showed up late from work, and to top it off, drunk. It wasn’t that you drank when he wasn’t around, it was always when the two of you were in the tavern, either you or him making sure to stay sober to take the other home.

Or on the nights when you both accidentally had too much, and Diluc had to take care of the problem.

But tonight had been rough, and you’d been lured by the sound of glass clattering against the counter, and the promise of bliss if only for a few hours. Of course you’d thought Kaeya was there as well, which is why you’d bothered to drink that much.

But now you were stumbling into your room, drunk.

And very bad at being quiet.

Kaeya wasn’t the deepest sleeper, so you’d often be able to get away with sneaking in and crawling back into bed when coming back from work late.

But your drunk dumbass couldn’t stay up straight.

So despite thinking you were as quiet as the sneakiest ninja in all of Teyvat, the clatter of objects being strewn around with every step told you otherwise. You hadn’t meant to wake him up, you really hadn’t, even with your hazed mind you knew that Kaeya needed his sleep.

Somehow even drunk, you detected when he woke up with a groan, slowly rising to sit up. Just as he did so, you ducked, trying to hide your form in the darkness of the closet.

Kaeya didn’t have nocturnal vision like Diluc or Zhongli, so he struggled to glance around the room. Of course, even half asleep he knew any threat wouldn’t make that much noise. So he’d automatically suspected it was you, or a very poor excuse of a thief.

“Y/n…?”

Curled in a ball, you didn’t make a sound as you softly breathed against your knees. Pity you decided to be quiet now, Kaeya was already awake.

Standing on both feet, the cavalry knight rubbed at his eyes, glancing around the room once more. Now at this point he could smell the reeking of alcohol, and with a deep sigh he’d already puzzled together half of what was going on.

Eventually he spotted you, and with slow quiet steps, he made his way towards your bunched up form. Kneeling down to reach your small for, against the closet door, he breathed your name again, this time more worried.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t move, only sniffled when his eyes met yours. To say you were an emotional moody drunk was an understatement, you could jump from angry to energetic. Crying to laughing, any emotion, just too much of it. Another reason why you stayed away from alcohol unless Kaeya promised to stay sober, or Diluc offered to keep you in check.

Today, you decided to be a crybaby.

Kaeya paused, a hand slowly making its way to hold your face, hand against your cheek. His hand was calloused, and you nuzzled your head against the familiar form of his hand.

With a sigh, he slowly tugged you closer to him with one hand, lifting you up effortlessly. You leaned your head against his chest, a hiccup escaping your lips as well as a sob.

“What’s wrong kitten…?”

You sniffled in response.

Kaeya simply held you in his arms as he came to the kitchen, holding you with one hand as the other reached to grab a glass from the cupboard. There were times where he could be impatient, but cradling your quivering form, he didn’t even consider pressuring you for an answer.

He filled the glass with water, still holding you with one hand.

This man is strong- 😳

Anyways, one hand carrying you, the other one held the glass of water, and he made his way to the couch. Plopping down, he set you sideways on his lap, so your head and knees could lean against his chest.

If you weren’t drunk, you definitely would’ve admired the window ;)

One hand had the cup of water to your lips while the other tangled itself in your hair. It was messy, and his fingers slowly soothed out the tangles, careful not to make the process painful.

You drink the water, and once again, he asks what’s wrong.

You sniffle, “Y-you woke up.” 🥺

How could he not- you were literally kicking around every little thing on the ground. Probably hit the bed while you were at it too, even a deep sleeper would’ve woken up.

But Kaeya just chuckles.

He probably would’ve teased you, but you were genuinely crying, and he didn’t want to make you anymore upset. Especially when you were drunk, you were so unpredictable.

Instead he presses a kiss to your forehead, another between your eyebrows, and a last one to the tip of your nose. He promises you he doesn’t mind, that he will always wake up for you, that he’ll always be there.

You cry even more.

When you persist on the subject, he kisses you silent. He kisses you so much you forget what you were trying to say, and with another sniffle, you start to giggle. His lips drag to your neck, and your giggles turn to full out laughs at the jittery sensation.

“K-Kaeya- that tickles!”

Content that he managed to drag you from your solomn state, he sets the empty glass of water on the table, picking you up once more. He never stops kissing you though, your giggles like music to his ears.

He doesn’t stop kissing you till you’re all dressed up to sleep, tucked under the covers and in his arms.

You tell him you love him, he kisses you on the lips one last time and tells you that he wants to hear it in the morning.

Arms around him, you nuzzle your head against his neck, slowly drifting to sleep. He presses one last kiss to your forehead, tangling his legs with yours as he falls asleep alongside you.

_-_-_-_-_

Everything was hazy.

Your mind was jumbled between thoughts, your boyfriend beside you being the main focus. You could feel his warmth etch on your cold skin, wanting to press closer against him.

You couldn’t press close enough.

So with these jumbled thoughts, you sipped out of the glass of water in his hand, trying to clear and sort out what ran through your mind. But an overwhelming sensation of shame and guilt adorned your subconscious, and all you could do was cry. He’d asked why, rubbed his hand against your face and soothingly tousled his fingers through your hair.

And he’d laughed.

You didn’t understand what was so funny, you felt so terrible. He’d been sleeping and you’d woken him up. Of course you’d tried to hide away after doing so, but either you were terrible at hiding, or he had super senses.

Or you were drunk.

Not that you’d ever admit that to yourself in this state.

“B-But-“ you tried again, a hiccup cutting your sentence short.

Kaeya pressed another kiss to your lips, so gentle you couldn’t help but soften into it. Gentle, but firm enough to get you to shut up. Honestly- why wouldn’t he just let you talk??

“D-dont kiss me while I’m talki-“ you began.

He kissed you again.

“Hey! Are y-you even listen-“ you started.

He pressed his lips against yours, stern.

“K-Kaeya…” you whined, pouting when he kissed you again.

Instead of talking, you only stared up at him with puppy dog eyes, frown growing when he only chuckled in response. The tears had stopped, and the only sensation that pumped through your veins was annoyance, the look on your face made it clear enough.

Yet his hands worked their way around your hair, and the soothing motion was instantaneous on your mood. He set the glass down on the table, the other hand brushing back a strand of hair from your face. Getting a good view of the frown on your face, he paused, thinking of a way to take away the tears for good and put a smile on your face.

So he pressed his lips against your neck.

They were icy cold, different from the warmth of when he had kissed you. If you were sober, you would’ve known that it was the work of his vision, set down on the couch. But still, you jolted from the contact, letting out a speak of surprise fill the room.

“Cold!”

“Cold- cold- colddddd-“

His lips drifted from the nook of your neck to your shoulders, and you tensed up at the jittery sensation. Feather like, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle, forgetting about the tears you had shed earlier. It was like he was tickling you, and you flailed your legs, ankles brushing against the fabric of the cushion.

You squirmed, not enough to get out of his lap, but just enough to match the rhythm of your sporadic laughing. You didn’t notice how Kaeya’s lips curved to a smile at the sound, fingertips now cold to the touch as if to drain away all malicious thoughts.

At last, when he stopped with his icy teasing, you let out a sigh of relief. Burying yourself in the warmth of his chest, he pressed one last kiss to your forehead, warm.

You shivered against the contrast of temperature, an equally warm smile on your lips as you looked up to meet his eyes.

He beamed back, mission accomplished.

#genshin impact #genshin oneshot #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeyagenshinimpact #kaeya ragnvindr #genshin fluff #cuddles #cynshealthysfw

[twistedlymad]

7. “Just Trust Me” (Leona Kingscholar x Reader)

@cloud9anxiety​ Hewwo there! Thank you for participating in my 500 follower special! To be honest, I already his this story planned out last week and I only wrote it lately QwQ Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little story and I hope you have a lovely day!

At Night Raven College, students from all over Twisted Wonderland focus on learning and strengthening their magic. They are also sorted into dormitories based on their magic by the Mirror of Darkness. With the dormitories, there would be dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders. Specific tasks are handed to Dorm Leaders, such as taking care and looking after their members.

So, as a dorm leader, prefect and student at Night Raven College, it’s safe to say that pressure is piling up on your shoulders. You didn’t think much of it at first, after all, you already saw it coming. To take care of a dorm, to take care of a dumb furball, to take care of 5 other dumb friends, your work seemed endless! And I haven’t even mentioned the homework and assignments given to you by the teachers.

This in turn, made you stressed. You couldn’t afford to miss any homework as you are a dorm leader after all. Grim couldn’t really help out much on the homework so you decided to take it upon yourself to save yours and Grim’s failing grades.

It didn’t help when your friends kept getting into petty arguments here and there, one second Ace and Deuce might be bickering something about their dorm leader, the next they might be readying their magical pens and fists, only to be stopped by you. Epel wasn’t any better either, nor was Sebek. The only other person you could rely on stopping the other 4 first-years was Jack, but even he sometimes couldn’t do much, yet you appreciated his efforts a lot.

Grim, oh, where do I start? The furball doesn’t help with homework, either because he won’t or he can’t, unless you threaten his supply of tuna. He is the main reason for about 80% of your friends’ arguments, let It be him stealing Ace’s lunch or him snickering at Epel whenever the Pomefiore first-year wants to focus on getting buff training his muscles. He is also the cause of you getting into trouble with a few professors because he always fell asleep in class, since you are his caretaker.

You knew your stress levels were rising every single day, but you payed no attention to it. You were completely focused and immersed in your own duties and you always pushed away the signals of danger sent from your mind.

After a week or so, your mental health couldn’t take it anymore. You started to wake up in the middle of every night, unable to fall back asleep. You began to get more tired after a few sleepless nights. You looked less energetic, you didn’t speak much and if you do speak, your words come out all jumbled. Your friends noticed this and asked you about it, but you just shrugged them off, saying that it wasn’t anything of their concern. They didn’t want to pester you on it so they dropped the topic as well.

One day, you just couldn’t take it anymore as your eyelids were drooping in the middle of Professor Trein’s class. You were finally falling asleep! Dreamland was so close, if you could… just… reach i-

“(Y/N)!! That’s a very bad example!” A loud voice called you and you immediately snapped awake. You looked around to see your classmates and one fuming professor looking at you, only then you remembered that you were in class.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You apologized to the professor.

“I expect better actions and manners than that from a dorm leader. Go wash up your face (Y/N) and don’t let it happen again.” Professor Trein said to you. You nodded and excused yourself from the classroom.

On your way to the bathroom to wash up your face, you had to go through the Botanical Gardens as it was the shortest and quickest route there. As you walked, you grumbled and mumbled under your breath, complaining about everything that made you sleepless. After all, we couldn’t blame you, you were beyond tired and these sleepless nights weren’t helping either.

“I didn’t ask to be a dorm leader in the first place.” You grumbled as you walked. “Everything about it is just stupid.” You continued, thinking that only you yourself could hear your own words and mumblings.

Oh, how wrong you were. You see, there was another person in the garden with good hearing.

“Hey, Herbivore, you’re pretty loud when you grumble you know?” A voice spoke up, startling you. You looked to the source of the sound only to find a sleeping Leona with his back facing you.

“L-Leona-senpai?” You asked. “Don’t you have class right now?” You questioned the lion, stepping closer to him.

“I could be asking you the same thing.” He peered over his shoulder to look at you. You sighed and took a seat beside him.

“I… Accidentally fell asleep in Professor Trein’s class earlier today.” You said, your head lowered and looking at the ground. “He caught me being a bad example as a dorm leader and told me to go wash up.”

This seemed odd to Leona. One, he knew you were the type of person who upheld proper manners and etiquette almost all the time. Two, he knew you wouldn’t dare to break any rules, let alone fall asleep in class. Three, you sounded depressed and tired compared to your usual self.

So, he figured that something was wrong with you.

“That’s it?” Leona asked you. You immediately looked up from the ground to meet with his gaze. It was as if he was studying you, but you shook it off.

“Well, I haven’t been sleeping well lately, I keep waking up at midnight these past few days.” You explained to Leona, but secretly, you figured that he wouldn’t help you, after all, what can he obtain for helping you?

Not to your surprise, you were greeted with silence. You let out a small sigh.

“Well, I knew you wouldn’t help anyways, sorry for wasting your time.” You said, standing up and getting ready to leave when all of a sudden you felt a grip on your hand. You let out a small yelp and closed your eyes as you were pulled back to the dorm leader of Savanaclaw. When you reopened your eyes, you realize that you were facing Leona’s chest.

“Sleep, herbivore.” The lion grumbled lowly, making you blush slightly at his deep voice. You let out a small scoff as you thought the upperclassman was making fun of your troubles.

“Har har, very funny, I know you’re making fun of me so let me go.” You said, trying to push yourself away from the lion’s grip but to no avail.

“Just trust me.” The lion said as he tightened his grip around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“But, I…” You started, looking up only to find that the lion had fell asleep, leaving only you awake. You couldn’t really move around since his grip on you was fairly tight. You had no choice but to lay there, your ears listening to his heartbeat.

His… Heartbeat, so steady, so soothing and pleasing to your mind. Each beat had its own effect on you, making you sleepier as they go by. You couldn’t help but slowly droop your eyelids, letting them fall.

Alas, after so many sleepless nights, you finally fell asleep, drifting off into dreamland without a care.

Leona had peeked open an eye to check up on you. He saw the peaceful look you had on your face, the gentle rise and falls of your chest and your closed eyelids. Smirking lightly to himself, he gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead, before embracing you once again, your body close to his and going back to sleep with his head on top of yours.

“Told ya, herbivore.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst leona #twst leona x reader #twisted wonderland fic #twst fic #twst imagine #disney twisted wonderland

[dessiekarma]

My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 1

Chapter 1: I’m Finally an Anime Protagonist!

“Please (Y/N)! I promise I’ll pick him up from your house after practice and keep him for tonight…for the whole weekend!” Hara said, practically on his knees.

 (Y/N) turned her head away stubbornly and held the bundle in her arms tighter. She made no move to get up from the bleachers.

 “You said that last time and never showed! He’s our responsibility and you need to do your share of the work!”

 “I will I promise, just not right now!”

 “Hanamiya is going to be here any minute. If you don’t get her out of here he’s going to be upset. You know he’s been a bitch ever since we lost to Seirin.” Furuhashi said glancing at the time on his phone.

 “He’s always been a bitch! And he’s gonna take it out on me.” Turning to (Y/N) the young man pressed his hands together pleadingly. “Look you can bring him to my house and I’ll take him or better yet wait for me outside and just pass him off to me when I’m out of practice. From there I’ll deal with him.”

 “DEAL with? You mean take care of! And why, so you can sneak out a different way and leave me waiting with a baby outside the gym? I don’t think so!”

 “If I let you stay my captain is gonna be so pissed off and I am not running suicides because of you!”

 “Your captain can kiss my ass!”

 “Ahh you can’t say things like that! Look you’re a new transfer so I get it, you don’t know Hanamiya but I’m warning you you’re gonna leave here in tears.”

 “And you are too if you don’t help me with this kid!”

 “Oh my god stop yelling.” Seto drawled sitting up from one of the back bleachers. “Why don’t you just take the damn thing and go home for today? Then you don’t have to worry about the captain meeting your girlfriend.”

 “She’s not my girlfriend! Besides he’ll be pissed if I bail on practice!”

 “But is that worse than the possibility of your girlfriend telling him to fuck off?”

 “I think Seto has a point.” Yamazaki said bouncing the ball against the gym wall. “Tell Caps you got sick or something.”

 “I guess. Will that satisfy you? I have to miss my practice to help.” Hara asked frowning at the girl who only huffed in annoyance.

 “Oh you have such a sad story to tell. I’m sacrificing too here! Do you know how much he cries!? I’ve missed countless episodes of new anime!”

 “You’re comparing sports to anime? I have to practice to get better, you can just watch the same episode the next day!”

 “Ummm and risk spoilers?”

 “You’re such a spoiled brat! I don-”

 “Why haven’t you guys started?” A deep voice rang through the gym. Everyone turned their heads to see their captain stroll in tossing his bag onto the floor.

 It wasn’t long until olive eyes spotted the unfamiliar face in the room. (E/C) eyes met his unblinking and a small stare off began. Hanamiya rose a brow at this poor lost soul that wondered into his gym.

 “Who the hell are you?”

 “You look…” (Y/N) began, still staring.

 “Please don’t.” Hara whispered knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

 The black-haired male had to stifle a blush from how intently the girl was staring at him. Thankfully a scowl covered that just fine.

 “Here, hold my baby.” The young woman said shoving the blanket at Yamazaki. Reaching out her phone she quickly typed something in before holding up an image of some anime character,

 “You look just like Kiyoshi Fujino from Prison School! Only meaner! Seriously you have the lock of hair between your eyes and everything!” The girl finally blurted out with an overly enthusiastic smile.

 Hanamiya didn’t know what to say. Something was clearly wrong with her, to talk to him so comfortably. With a click of the tongue he marched up to her, placed his hand on her head and turned her back towards his team.

 “Okay who’s is this and what the hell is it doing in my gym?” Hanamiya said with his finger poking directly into her cheek.

 Everyone stayed quiet, though Yamazaki attempted to pass what he was holding to Seto who shoved it right back. A small game of hot potato quickly ensued before piercing cries filled the gym. If the fires of hell weren’t in Hanamiya’s eyes before they were sure burning now.

 “Whose baby is that? What the hell is going on in here? I was only five minutes late!”

 Somehow the screaming baby ended up in Hara’s hands as he tried to rock it back and forth to stop the crying.

 “If I don’t get an answer everyone is doing suicides until midnight.”

 And just like that everyone, including the unknown girl, broke out in explanation at once. Some were making hand gestures while others added sound effects and mimics to drive their points home. However not a single point was reaching Hanamiya’s ears in the jumble of voices.

 “Oh my god its like having a gym full of children. One at a TIME!” This silenced everyone.

 Furuhashi being the most level headed and with the calmest voice decided it be best if he explained lest the whole team suffer. He cleared his throat before beginning.

 “The baby is Hara’s and that girl’s. He brought her here and the rest of us have nothing to do with it.”

 “What!” Hara shouted only causing the baby to scream again at the loud sound.

 The captain tried taking that information in and it was surprisingly more difficult than he imagined. Looking down at the girl whose head was still in the palm of his hand he looked back at Hara and then back again. Sizing her up he directed his next words to her.

 “You let HIM do you? Pfft have some self-respect.”

 “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Hara exclaimed not expecting this interaction to go down this way.

 “Ahh no! It’s not like that.” (Y/N) began explaining, however Hanamiya already released her and was walking over to Hara.

 Hooking a finger into the fold of the blanket he pulled it down so he could see the baby’s face. The moment it was revealed he didn’t know whether to laugh or just be more confused.

 “What the hell? This is a doll!” Hanamiya said with an amused tone. “I knew you couldn’t pull her.” With that he flicked the doll on the cheek only for it to begin screeching again.

 “Hey! This thing records mishandling actions!”

 “Don’t call him a thing!”

 “Okay enough with the misleading conversations, Hara what the hell is happening?”

 “Well (Y/N) is in my health committee and we got paired up. The supervising teacher saw it in some American movie and now we’re stuck with this dumb assignment for the semester. It tracks everything and needs to be fed, burped, changed its honestly like a real baby and its ruining my life!”

 “Ruining your life? Why don’t you tell your captain why I’m here?!”

 “She says I n-”

 “I’ll tell you why I’m here! We’ve had this baby for an entire week and he hasn’t been helping me at all!”

 “That’s not true!”

 “Yes, it is! The only time you lift a finger is when the teacher is around! But other than that you leave him with me the rest of the day and night. You never ask if we can watch him together or if I need a break and offer to take him. No, you just assume that I’ll pull your weight with this project.”

 “Well you are a girl. Isn’t this more natural for you? I mean that’s like your Main purpose in life.”

 “You sexist piece of shit!”

 “Listen! As much as I don’t care, why the hell do you think sticking around here is going to help him take responsibility.” Hanamiya asked looking a little creeped out at the life like doll.

 “Because I know you can’t change some people through kindness…but you can make their lives the eighth circle of hell until you get what you want.” (Y/N) replied with a pout directed at the clearly unhappy Hara.

 Hanamiya was dead silent before nodding.

 “Alright she can stay.”

 “Excuse me!?”

 “Come on Hara how can you possibly abandon the mother of your child?” Hanamiya said snatching the baby away from him and cradling it. “Have some sympathy for a single mother!”

 “We literally break people’s legs!”

 “But not young girls’ hearts!” Hanamiya mocked, sticking his tongue out at the male.

 “Whatever happened to ‘don’t do anything I wouldn’t do’?”

 “Well I would never leave a girl alone to care for my baby. My mama didn’t raise a deadbeat. A fucking psycho asshole, maybe, but no deadbeat.”

 “This is bullshit! You just want to watch me suffer!”

 “Yes! And as much as I want to torture Hara I don’t want this to backfire on myself. So keep that thing from crying, don’t be loud yourself, I don’t babysit, and lastly…”

 Hanamiya looked back at the bleachers to see (Y/N)’s bag sitting there. Anime keychains dangled from every zipper along with patches of favourite characters sewn into the fabric. “You’re an otaku?”

 (Y/N) nodded.

 “Don’t ship any of us or your ass is out of here. Understood?”

 “Perfectly!”

 Hanamiya handed the baby to her before holding his hands out for Yamazaki to throw him the ball. Catching it quickly he motioned for his team to get on the court. Dribbling the ball slowly he turned to (Y/N) once more.

 “By the way did you give it a name?” The male said nodding to the baby.

 “Makoto. But I just call him Mako.”

 “Swimming anime, right?”

 “Why do you know that?” Yamazaki called out but was ignored by his captain.

 “I didn’t name him, Hara did.”

 ��Oh…really?”

 “Yeah I said I wanted to give him a cute name and he chose that.”

 “uhhh…”

 “Is something wrong?”

 “That’s…uh… my name.”

 The team heard the exchange and were stifling laughter while Hara looked like he literally wanted to dissolve into the floor.

 “…We aren’t off to a great start with that no shipping rule.”

~~~~~~~

 “How come he never cries with you?!” Hara whisper yelled at his napping teammate. Seto patted the mechanical child laying on his chest and shrugged.

 “Its always asleep when I have it. If you want it to cry I can try to make a basket with him?”

 “Yes!” Yamazaki said perking up from his spot on the bleachers.

 “NO! That witch will string me up to the basketball net if you tried.” Hara mumbled.

 “Witch? You should be lucky you got someone tolerant enough to put up with your shit!” (Y/N) says sneaking up behind Hara and poking her fingers into his sides. “I should have gotten a hot and sweet guy to be partnered with, but I’m stuck with you.”

 The boy jumped but regained himself fast enough to deliver a smack to the girl’s forehead.

 “I’ll have you know girls think I’m extremely handsome.”

 “Your mama doesn’t count.” Hanamiya said while tying his shoes.

 “No but yours does.” Hara quipped not missing the finger Hanamiya threw him. Turning back to (Y/N) he saw her giggling before a thought seemed to pop in her head.

 “You know, I joke but I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen your entire face. What do you guys think?”

 The other five players looked at each other in bewilderment.

 “I can’t say I’ve seen more than this. Any of you?” Furuhashi asked to which he was met with silence.

 “Hey pin your bangs back.” Hanamiya said sitting up straighter and leaning closer.

 “No way! Let’s just drop it.”

 “It’s just your eyes, what are you hiding?” Furuhashi asked curiously.

 “Do you have a lazy eye?” Seto asked seriously.

 “No!”

 “Heterochromia?” Furuhashi asked after thinking for a bit.

 “Come on guys…”

 “Leave him alone, maybe he has super thick eyebrows or something.” Yamazaki said cooly as if he didn’t care about the matter at all.

 “What’s wrong with thick eyebrows?” Hanamiya glared back slowly.

 “Nothing!”

 “NO its nothing like that.”

 “So what’s the reason? Are you a cyclops?” Hanamiya asked taking the baby from Seto out of boredom and bouncing it in his lap.

 “Leave me alooone!”

 “Oof, do you have scars?” (Y/N) asked with an otaku twinkle in her eyes and a sultry dip in her voice.

 “What the fuck? Are you into that? Anyway who cares?” Hara mumbled with his arms crossed.

 “Please! We have a child together and I’ve never even seen your face.” (Y/N) said tugging on his arm.

 “Fine, I’ll show you my eyes and you show me your tits. We do have a child together after all.” Hara said with a nasty smirk on his face that faltered when he saw the girl place a hand to her lips in contemplation.

 “Is she seriously thinking about it!?” Yamazaki exclaimed on behalf of the whole team.

 “I wanna see too.” Furuhashi remarked taking a step closer.

 “His eyes or her chest?” Seto asked suddenly a little more awake.

 “Yes.”

 “Nah I’ll save the flashing for a bigger, better exchange.” (Y/N) said shrugging and taking a seat.

 “So that possibility is still on the table?” Hanamiya asked half joking and half legitimately curious.

 “Surprisingly you managed to bring a girl of interest into this gym, unlike the last one Yamazaki brought in.” Furuhashi remarked to Hara.

 “Hey, I never asked her to come to my practices.” The accused male spoke out with a pout.

 As if suddenly remembering something Hara perks up and turns to the girl.

 “By the way I’ve been meaning to ask why do you keep coming to all of our practices? I thought the whole point was you wanting a break? You’ve been here every day this we-”

 “Did you read that Attack on Titan chapter?” Hanamiya asked suddenly sitting one row above the pair.

 “Of course!” (Y/N) said suddenly putting all her attention on him. It would seem that the two had managed to find a common interest. Hanamiya wasn’t a superfan like her but he appreciated the story.

 “That was a pretty brutal way to go. I thi-”

 “Ahh spoilers!” Yamazaki said clasping his hands over his ears.

 “Read the manga!” Both Hanamiya and (Y/N) shouted out exasperatedly.

 “Oh by the way I brought more sports drinks for you guys.” (Y/N) said digging through her bag producing small bottles along with some snacks. “Furu you said you preferred pears to protein bars right? Seto, I found these coffee flavored protein bars. Hanamiya you didn’t tell me what you like, so choose anything! A pack of gum for Hara and Zaki you’re usually hungry so I brought you a few snacks to choose from.”

 “Ahh you’re the best! I knew Hanamiya made a good choice asking you to stick around.” Yamazaki said reaching for a drink only to stop and cringe at his rambling.

 “You asked (Y/N) to stay?” Hara asked with surprise. “I didn’t think you’d ever actually go and recruit us a manager.”

 “He didn’t ask me to be your manager. More like told me that for being a nuisance the least I could do was help out a bit. I just bring you guys food and run a few errands.”

 “Yeah I mean if she’s already here cause of Mako why not make her more useful?” The captain said with a shrug.

 “It would give me something to do while I’m here an-” (Y/N) stopped as her phone chirped in her pocket. She quickly pulled it out and held a finger up as if to say give her a moment. “Hey lov- Oh I’m just here at practice…umm sure.”

 Placing a hand over the receiver she whispered to the team.

 “I’ll be right back.”

 The guys watched her walk out hearing her conversation fade away.

 “Hey, what can you tell me about (Y/N)?” Yamazaki asked quickly as if it was on the tip of his tongue for a while.

 “What do you mean?” Hara asked skeptically.

 “I mean you don’t mind if I go for her? This whole baby momma thing is just an assignment, right?”

 “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Furuhashi spoke up.

 “What? Why not?”

 “If she’s going to be around for a while dating her may make things awkward.”

 “How!?”

 “Well one nobody wants to see you two making out in here.” Seto stated lazily.

 “And if it doesn’t work out it will cause a bunch of tension. Don’t you think so Hanamiya?” Furuhashi said looking to his captain for approval.

 Hanamiya lifted his hands in a questioning manner.

 “I don’t really care who you do or date. If things get awkward you can both jus-”

 “Umm hey Hara I’ll take Mako back home with me, something came up.” (Y/N) said having jogged back into the gym. Her face appeared a bit flushed as she held her arms out for the baby.

 “You aren’t staying today?” Yamazaki asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

 “No I really need to go.”

 “Well is it an emergency? I don’t like people skipping out on practice.” Hanamiya said shooting her a challenging look. Surprisingly she simply shook her head.

 “I’m sorry but missing one day won’t hurt, right?”

 “Hey, if its an emergency I can call my driver to take you home.” Seto offered.

 “No, I already called my own and he’s coming to get me. Thanks guys!” (Y/N) finally gathered all of her things along with Mako and headed for the exit.

 “Practice starts at the same time tomorrow!” Hanamiya called out to her only her to continue walking as if she hadn’t heard him.

 “What was up with that?” Yamazaki asked with concern laced in his voice.

 “Time of the month maybe?” Hara asked with a shrug.

 “Are you sure it wasn’t serious she left right after that phone call.” Yamazaki pressed on.

 “It’s probably nothing let’s practice.” Hara said standing up and taking a ball out onto the court.

 When nobody moved for a second Hara sighed in frustration.

 “If it was anything serious she wouldn’t have come back in to get Mako. There was probably some anime update or a sale on merch a friend told her about. She’ll be back tomorrow I guarantee you.”

~~~~~

 “It’s been a week and a half. ‘She’ll be back tomorrow.’” Yamazaki mocked Hara as he chased a cherry tomato out of his salad.

 “You’re just mad because you couldn’t ask her out before she ran off.” Hara said rolling his eyes though no one could tell.

 “Wait is that why she left!? Do you think she heard me talking about her and it scared her off?!”

 “I don’t think that’s the case. She’s been ignoring me in class too if it makes you feel any better.” The violet haired teen said sipping from a soda can.

 “That’s actually worse.” Hanamiya spoke absentmindedly drumming his fingers on the table.

 “Who cares? If she doesn’t want to come around then what’s the big deal? She’s making it easier on me to pass this dumbass class project and she didn’t do much for the team. Or were you planning on asking her out too?” Hara directed the question at Hanamiya.

 “What?! No way I called dibs!” The tomato went shooting across the room.

 “’Dibs’. What are we 11 years old?” Furuhashi deadpanned.

 “No, I wasn’t going to ask her out. But when I invite someone into my gym I expect them to be there until I tell them they can leave. You have no clue what’s up with her?”

 “None, maybe she just doesn’t want to be around us. It wouldn’t be the first time and I give her props for lasting so long.”

 “Instead of speculating we can just ask.” Seto offered lifting his head up from the table.

 “I’ve tried she won’t talk to me in class unless its about Mako.”

 “Ask her now. She always hangs out in one of the choir practice rooms during lunch.”

 “How do you know?” Hanamiya lifted a brow at his teammate. Seto looked up at the ceiling for a bit as if mulling over an answer.

 “I don’t know she mentioned it once, I think. Look we can ask and if you don’t like what she has to say at least you have an answer.”

 “Fine lets go.”

 “So what? Five of us are just going to gang up on one girl?” Furuhashi asked wearily. “If she gets scared this could blow up in our faces.”

 “We’re just talking. What’s she going to do call the police?”

 “I’m just saying coming on too strong is going to freak her out.”

 “Well then I’ll talk to her and you guys can hang out in the hall until I clear you!” Yamazaki suggested.

 “That’s actually not a stupid idea but we’re sending Hara.” Hanamiya said thinking it over quickly.

 “Why?!” Both boys exclaimed.

 “(Y/N)’s known Hara longer she’s probably most comfortable around him. Besides he’s the only one of us who would have a reason outside of basketball to talk to her.”

 “No! I’m not begging her to come back!” Hara mumbled.

 “You’re not begging just questioning.” Furuhashi said packing up his lunch box. “If we’re going to catch her we need to leave now.”

 Hara groaned but reluctantly followed his teammates across the campus.

 “So what does she do in the practice room?” Yamazaki asked Seto trying to acquire as much info on her as he could. The tan male pulled his backpack higher up on his back and shrugged uncomfortably.

 “She just screws around on the piano and sings. She’s pretty good.”

 “You’ve heard her sing!? How?! We’ve only known her for a few weeks!” The questioning male pouted slightly.

 “Yeah she gets to basketball practice pretty early and she’s always singing anime openings. I think she figures I’m sleeping or something.”

 “Well now I have to hear her too!”

 “You might get your chance.” Hanamiya mumbled motioning his head to the slightly ajar practice room.

 All five males crowded the door way and peered inside. (Y/N) was sitting in front of the piano with a large pair of earphones on. She appeared to be bopping her head to the music and fiddled around with the piano trying to get a tune just right

 “Okay so do I just wait for her to come out or go in and say I need to talk t-”

 Suddenly the girl found the right keys and caught the boys’ attention as she played a repetitive little tune.

 “That sounds kind of familiar?” Hanamiya questioned racking his brain for where he’d heard the tune. Hara scoffed and crossed his arms.

 “Knowing her otaku ass, it’s probably some anime ope-”

 “His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.

There’s vomit on sweater already, mom’s spaghetti.”

 The guys had no reaction to their newly acquired half teammate suddenly busting out into a full-blown rap song.

 “You better lose yourself in the music, the moment.

You own it, you better never let it go.

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow.

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime!”

 ���She’s good and at the same time I feel like this is really wrong.” Yamazaki said with his jaw still slack.

 “Thank you. And it probably feels wrong because you’re spying on me.” The girl at the piano suddenly said as she completed her verse.

 Taking off her earphones she turned to the door with a clear look of frustration. It was only then that Hanamiya felt truly stupid when he realized her earphones hadn’t been plugged into anything.

 “I told the guys you were a pretty good singer, I didn’t realize you were a decent rapper too.” Seto tried to compliment the girl hoping to smooth things over.

 He saw her cheeks flush a deep red but her angry face didn’t soften one bit. Looking away she attempted to move around the group of boys.

 “Thanks. My next class starts in like ten minutes I need to go.”

 “No you don’t.” Hanamiya said grabbing her arm and yanking her back. “We didn’t come all the way down here for you to not talk to us.”

 “What’s there to talk about?”

 “You stopped coming to practice.”

 “I decided it was too hard to take Mako back and forth so it’s easier if I just keep him.”

 “See I told you!” Hara said throwing his hands up in the air. “She doesn’t want to be here so let’s ju-”

 “Now why do I think that’s the most bullshit excuse I’ve ever heard? Oh right because not too long ago I find you in my gym being a fucking crybaby about pulling Hara’s weight, now suddenly you’re saying its easier to do the exact opposite?” The dark-haired male hovered over (Y/N) threateningly.

 “So what if I’m lying or not? I don’t want to go.”

 “Also bullshit because you told me that you loved coming to practice. And see the thing is Kirisaki Daiichi basketball has one big rule; once you’re in you’re not out until you graduate or get kicked out.”

 “Look guys its nothing personal I just can’t be around you.”

 “No come on! Don’t pay attention to the scare tactics just be honest.” Yamazaki said stepping forward. “Are you scared? Is it eating too much time?”

 (Y/N)’s eyes finally softened before she let out a disheartening sigh.

 “It’s my boyfriend.”

 “You have a boyfriend?” Yamazaki asked shocked and slightly disappointed.

 “He says he’s just not comfortable with me being around the team so much.”

 “So what you just do whatever he says?” Seto asked bewildered, (Y/N) didn’t seem like the type

to let someone walk all over her.

 “No but we’ve been together for a long time and he sort of gave me an ultimatum either I stop

hanging around you guys or he would break up with me. And I know how stupid and controlling

that sounds but he honestly just cares.”

 “Well what class does he have right now we can go talk him into letting you do what the hell

you want.” Furuhashi said in a clipped voice.

 “He goes to my old school, Tōō. You might know him, he’s on the basketball team.”

 Hanamiya was sure he misheard. A basketball player from Tōō who didn’t want (Y/N) around

him. The whole ‘I’ll break up with you’ mind game made perfect sense now.

 “I guess that’s it then we might as well leave.” Hanamiya said with a shrug and began walking

away.

 “What? You dragged my ass clear across the school and we’re just leaving?” Hara said looking

100% done with the entire situation.

 “You heard what she had to say. I don’t want someone’s doormat associated with the team.”

 “I’m nobody’s doormat.”

 “Your boyfriend told you who you could and couldn’t hang around with and you jumped at the

snap of his fingers. Don’t kid yourself.”

 “This is one thing. He’s never asked for something like this before. He’s a level-headed calm

cool guy. Sure maybe this is some dark jealous side to him but I can respect him enough to hear

him out.”

 “Well you heard him out and what did he say? That we’re dangerous? Have we hurt you in any

way?”

 “…No.”

 “Then use your own fuckin brain to think for yourself. He says we’re dangerous but you

know we aren’t. Doesn’t your experience mean more than his assumption?” Hanamiya smirked

at the girl knowing she would have nothing else to say.

 “If you like spending time with us just tell him that! You’re allowed to have guy friends and now

that we know you have a boyfriend, we won’t make any moves on you.” The orange haired

teammate said with a friendly smile.

 “I don’t know, Zaki.”

 “Come on, he isn’t actually going to break up with you. If anything, he’ll be glad you stood up

for yourself.” Hanamiya said urging her on.

 (Y/N) looked around at the guys questioningly before nodding. She had bailed on them without

notice and it hadn’t been sitting right in her stomach that her boyfriend asked her to not be

friends with the team. She’d heard horror stories and knew that their personalities were

difficult. But so was Aomine’s and her boyfriend seemed to tolerate him just fine.

 “You’re all right. I’m going to call him right now and tell him that I’m staying part of the

basketball team or hanging out, whatever the hell I was doing before. Excuse me for a moment.”

The girl said as she walked into a nearby room with her phone already dialed.

 Hanamiya let out a chuckle followed by a content hum before walking towards the exit.

 “You aren’t going to wait for her?” Hara asked skeptically.

 “No, why would I?” A familiar tone echoed from the captain’s mouth.

 “You’re not actually letting her back on the team, are you?” Furuhashi asked though his tone sounded as if he already knew the answer.

 “Seriously? All these mind games got me fucked up here. Do we want her back or not?” Hara asked smoothing his fringe down.

 “Of course not. Maybe before she pulled this weak ass shit on me, I would have considered keeping her around but now? She’s dead to me.”

 “Come on, dead to you? Seriously?” Seto asked with his hand up in a questioning manner. Leaning over to Hanamiya he whispered to him, “Didn’t you want to ask her to be our manager or something? We actually really need one of those.”

 “Yeah and? We’ll find another, dumb girls like her are a dime a dozen at this school.”

 “You’re not really going to do that to her, are you?” Yamazaki asked with wide eyes.

 “Why not? She’s flaked on us once. Turn your back on me and I turn my back on you. She will end up leaving again when her stupid boyfriend asks, so why give her that chance?”

 “So, now I have no boyfriend and no team.” A cracked voice came from behind the group of boys. The tears running down her face had clearly already been there prior but there was no doubt that they were building more so now. “You’re right though. Sorry for wasting you guys’ time.”

 (Y/N) wiped her eyes, walked up to a locker to retrieve her bag before powerwalking out the music building.

 “I kinda feel like an asshole.” Seto said watching as the girl disappeared before something in the practice room caught his attention.

 “Yeah that’s probably not a new feeling.” Hara said not sure what else to do in this situation.

 “Wow this was a MAJOR dick move.” Yamazaki cringed to himself.

 “I didn’t think Imayoshi would actually break up with her.” Furuhashi said a little stunned as well.

 Hanamiya had an unreadable expression on his face. Almost as if he’d expected everything yet was still thrown off. The team saw him close his eyes and run a hand through his hair.

 “Shiiiit.”

 “To make matters worse, she left Mako in the practice room. I should probably go give him ba-”

 Before Seto could finish or Hara could take the baby, Hanamiya scooped him up and started sprinting outside.

 “Do you think he’s going to apologize?” Seto asked uncertainly.

 “I doubt it but I won’t risk missing it on the off chance he does.” Furuhashi said taking off just as quickly.

 The rest of the team followed.

 Outside Hanamiya saw the wind blowing through the many cherry blossom trees this bougie ass school had planted all over the ground. Pink petals drifted down slowly but through it he could see (Y/N) sitting on a bench not too far away.

 As he drew closer he slowed his steps. (Y/N) seemed to notice him but had no reaction.

 “You forgot Mako.” Hanamiya said handing him to her, which she willingly took.

 “Thanks.”

 The wind was the only sound between the pair for a few tense seconds.

 “I didn’t think your boyfriend was going to break up with you. I didn’t think you’d let him, I assumed you were just gonna do whatever he asked.”

 “The funny thing is that neither did I. We’d only been dating a little while, but I thought we were perfect for each other. I didn’t think something like this would be what ended it. I mean I never get jealous. You should see the girl on Tōō’s team. She’s smart, gorgeous, killer figure and friendly but I never said a single thing because I trust him but I guess he doesn’t trust me. I mean it’s not like I’m on a team with Kise Ryouta.”

 “You’re saying none of us are as good looking as Kise?” Hanamiya asked with a straight face which caused (Y/N) to actually crack a smile.

 “You know what I mean. I thought he was my forever. It just wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

 “Yeah well it is this way so suck it up and move on. I wanted you as manager because I you seemed stronger than this.”

 “But you said-”

 “I was obviously joking. I thought you had a pretty thick skin when I first met you, don’t tell me you’re secretly a wuss.”

 “I’m not. It’s just, I guess after what happened with-”

 “Get up and get over it. I’m sure you’ll get over your shitty highschool boyfriend.”

 (Y/N) was standing in front of Hanamiya finally looking at him with dry eyes.

 “I won’t baby you and neither will anyone else. You need to be as strong as any of the guys. I won’t have people talking shit about anyone on my team.”

 “On the team? Really?”

 “Don’t get sentimental on me either. We need a manager. You’ve dealt with all the shitty paperwork for the school and logging practice hours with the least annoying side effects. Plus, we just unintentionally talked you into ending a long-term relationship, you can’t find that kind of gullible-”

 “I’m not gullible!”

 “Okay whatever. Point is you’re easy.” Seeing a heated look rise in her face Hanamiya backtracked just a bit. “Not what I meant. Look you’re an easy person to be around, we don’t find many people that are compatible with us on your level. But if you become inconvenient or start stressing me out there’s no reason to keep you around got it?”

 “You’re an ass but yeah I do.”

 “I know and good.”

 (Y/N) smiled at her new captain and he stared down at her with his usual hard cold eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched softly before a gentle breeze blew several pink petals into his face.

 “What fresh hell is this?” Hanamiya grumbled spitting away the petal stuck to his lip.

 “Achoo! I really need to get inside. Achoo! I have the- Achoo!- worst allergies to pollen and Achoo! You know what let’s just go!” The young woman managed to get out between her sneezing fit.

 Hanamiya was busy swiping the pink layers of Satan out of his face and picking them from his hair that he didn’t realize his team was standing not too far from them.

 Once all of them were back inside the four teammates couldn’t help but stifle laughs at their captain and new manager.

 Somehow the petals got all over Hanamiya and (Y/N)’s nose and eyes had gone bright red.

 “I can’t believe you’re our new manager!” Yamazaki said excitedly to (Y/N) who finally stopped her sneezing fit.

 “I know I’m really excited.”

 “I’m sure you are. Being the only girl it’s gonna be like having your own reverse harem.” The orange haired male said with a large grin.

 “This would be the worst harem ever. You guys are all the same archetype.” (Y/N) said with a small laugh.

 “What does that mean?” Hara asked, still not as knowledgeable about anime.

 “You guys are all the bad boy type. Then again a harem with all bad boys could be fun.”

 “What’s she talking about?” Furuhashi whispered to Hara.

 “I have no clue.” He whispered back with a shrug.

 “I guess this makes me an anime protagonist!” (Y/N) said smiling.

#Knb #kirisaki daiichi #kiridai #hanamiya makoto #hanamiya #hara kazuya #hara #seto kentaro #seto #furuhashi kojiro #furuhashi #yamazaki hiroshi #yamazaki #knb x reader #kuroko no basuke #xreader #imagine #scenario

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Lost Memories Part 3

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader ,

Word Count: 2K

Warnings:Not much in this one. I’ll make things dramatic next part, I swear. XD

Author’s Note: So I’m thinking at the most there is going to be three more parts.  

Part 1 Part 2

-30 Years ago- "I've heard you've attained a new play thing, Elijah." Hearing Y/N being called a play thing had caused Elijah to roll his eyes at the vampire before him. James, a vampire that had been seemed to be following in the footsteps of those that wished to attempt to take down the Mikaelsons had been the current thorn in their side the last few days.

"What does she have to do with anything?" Elijah asked, trying to maintain a bored appearance as he stood across the room from the vampire.

"Absolutely nothing." James said with a shrug. "I was simply curious as to who she was and how lovely she looked tonight while out with your sister."

Those words had made both Elijah and Klaus stiffen slightly. They had sent the women out to enjoy themselves while they had taken care of the pest that was currently standing in front of them. They hadn't even told their sister or Y/N that they had been planning to meet up with James to either learn his intentions or kill him. Whichever one came first.

Seeing the brothers' reactions, James smirked. "You didn't think I'd know about that, did you? You see, I have a few friends throughout the city. One of them has been keeping a very close eye on Y/N. From what I hear, she's got quite the feelings for you. It'd be a shame if anything happened to her."

"If you so much as have anyone lay a hand on her, you will not even live to see the sun begin to rise." Elijah said taking a step towards James.

James chuckled and shrugged slightly. "I'll give you until midnight to check in on her, to talk it over and give in to the demands that will be waiting for you upon your return. After that, it will be Y/N that pays the consequences."

Without another word, he was out of sight within a blink of an eye.

Present

Y/N currently had her face buried in her hands as she sat on the edge of the bed in the hotel room. Since her visit to the bakery earlier, she still couldn't grasp any kind of memories from her time in France.

"Easy, Y/N/N." Victoria said as she sat down next to her. "Your memories aren't going to just come back because you try to will them to."

"How would I ever let someone compel me?" Y/N asked through her hands. While it had sounded a jumbled mess, Victoria understood it.

Victoria sighed as she rubbed Y/N's back. "Whenever I asked that, you made the excuse that you hadn't been. That you were just choosing to be strong and to move on."

"Move on from what?" Y/N asked pulling her face out of her hands and looking over at Victoria.

"I always assumed it was Elijah." She said honestly. "But whenever I brought up his name you'd look so confused. And whenever I said his full name, you'd have some kind of panic attack. I didn't even know vampires could have one until you did."

"So I do know this Elijah that the woman at the Bakery was talking about." Y/N ran her hand through her Y/H/C hair trying to take in the new information she was getting from Victoria.

"Oh Y/N/N, You didn't just know him." She said shaking her head slightly. "You were with him. And practically attached at the hip too."

Y/N's brows furrowed in confusion as she bit down on her lip. Nothing Victoria had been saying made any sense at all. There was nothing that played through her mind as she spoke about it. "Have I seen him since we've been in the city?"

Victoria nodded her head once. "You were drunk, I honestly don't even think you'd remember him. He was who we so clumsily ran into leaving the bar last night."

A humorless chuckle passed Y/N's lips as she stood up from her spot. "I wouldn't have recognized him even if I hadn't been. You saying Elijah doesn't bring a single face to my mind." She shook her head feeling annoyed with herself.

"We're gonna try something," Victoria said as she stood and took a step towards Y/N. "and I just need you to keep your focus on me and try to ground yourself, okay?"

"Your going to say his name, aren't you?" Y/N looked at Veronica almost worried. She hardly remembered any of the attacks she had before now.

"If you remember something with his name, that's enough to try and help put some of the pieces together." Victoria explained. "You just gotta not bolt on me, okay?"

Y/N nodded quickly. "If this doesn't work, you owe me a bottle." She said with a small smile.

"We'll go out tonight and drink through a supply if I am wrong." Victoria promised. That had been good enough for Y/N. Victoria grabbed a hold of her hands and gave her a reassuring smile. "His name is Elijah Mikaelson."

From the moment the name passed Victoria's lips, Y/N had felt a heavy feeling grow with in her chest. She felt fear slipping into her and that she shouldn't be there in that spot. Her Y/E/C eyes scanned the room, taking in any of the possible exits. She felt the sudden need to be anywhere but there. Something told her she needed to be at least a hundred miles from where she currently stood.

"Talk to me, Y/F/I." Victoria said squeezing her hands slightly.

Y/N shook her head quickly. "Its not safe here." She said taking a step back towards the balcony.

"Why is it not safe?" Victoria asked taking a step closer to her, still holding on to her hands.

"He's not safe if I'm here." Y/N said taking another step back and trying to pull her hands away from Victoria. "I need to get out of here. I need to get this to a safe place, please let me get out of here."

Victoria pulled her in for a hug at that moment. "We're safe right here." She said softly. "Elijah is miles away from here." She lied. Anything to help her calm down with the effects of the compulsion. "He's safe. You go out into the city this moment, he won't be. So stay right here with me, in this room. "

"I need to-" Y/N shook her head quickly. Victoria could hear her heart slow down from the quick beating it had just been doing.

"There we go." Victoria said with a smile. "Everyone is safe as long as you stay here with me."

While she had been comforting her, Victoria couldn't help but wonder what she meant by her needing to get 'this' to a safe place.

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Elijah,

I'm not even sure where to start with this letter, but I know I need to do it. Tonight has made me realize that no matter what future we may have thought we could have, we can't have it. Your family comes with numerous enemies. Plenty of them come out of the woodwork and we had been able to face them together. But with these enemies comes the bright, shiny, perfect target that is on my back. I can't live like that, Elijah. Even with our fight tonight, you had told me you couldn't think straight if I was in danger because of you. Yet here I am, confined to a room to help prevent someone taking my life. So the best solution I can think of is to leave. To not have to look over my shoulder in fear.

Don't look for me. It’s better this way.

"Staring at that thing isn't going to solve your problems, Elijah." Rebekah said as she walked into Elijah's study, finding him looking over an old letter.

"No, but it will help me to understand how I did not even notice that Y/N had been compelled by our brother." He said placing the letter on the desk.

"Its what compulsion does." Rebekah said sighing softly. "If Nik had compelled her to write it, he wasn't going to dictate it to her, that would have been too obvious."

"Instead, he'd make her write it as if she wanted nothing to do with us." Elijah looked down at Y/N's writing. He must have read the letter over a million times since she had left.

When he had found the letter and read it for the first time, he had truly believed that she had left because he had pushed her too far that time. That the things he had said out of anger had been enough to make her believe that she didn't belong.

"And yet, you have a chance to go to her and get her to fall in love with you once more, but here you sit trying to see how you went wrong." Rebekah walked over to the desk and took the letter from him. "She's out there believing she never met you before. I think it's time to really get your happy ending in this life, Elijah."

"Actually..." Victoria's voice filled the room. Both of them turned to look over at her as she leaned on the door frame. "Because of me, she currently knows as much as I could fill in. She knows she's been compelled and she isn't exactly thrilled about it."

"You told her she was compelled?" Rebekah asked curiously.

Victoria shook her head slightly. "After a visit to the local bakery, I finally asked her what happened when she left here. She couldn't remember being here and the false story couldn't form memories that she thought she had."

"Where is she now?" Elijah asked standing from his seat.

"At this moment, Y/N is currently sitting in the park, waiting for me to return with cheap takeout." She said with a slight shrug. "You should go talk to her, even if she has no memory of any of the time you two shared, she's curious about you." Elijah nodded before leaving the room to go find her.

Victoria looked over at Rebekah for a moment, waiting to be sure that Elijah was gone from hearing distance. "I can only assume that Klaus was the one to do it?" She asked.

Rebekah nodded. "My brother truly has a way of breaking his siblings by taking the very thing we love away from us."

"I don't know all the details from what happened, but you should know that unless Klaus has any intention of removing that compulsion or if we find a witch to do it, she's going to run every time she hears 'Elijah Mikaelson.' There was also something about needing to get something to a safe place."

"That's just like my brother to-" Rebekah stopped mid sentence as a thought crossed her mind. "He really has been hiding something."

___________

Y/N sighed softly as she looked around the park. While there were hardly anyone out, she was enjoying the peace that she felt while sitting there. She heard someone walking up towards her. While she hadn't turned to look, she had felt some sense of familiarity in the presence.

"Hell is empty." A male's voice said as he came to a stop right behind the bench, Y/N had been sitting at.

"And all the devils are here." Y/N finished. The action itself had confused Y/N that she turned her head to look at the male that said the words. She stood up in that moment her eyes landed on him. "Klaus."

"Hello, Y/N/N." He said giving her a smile. "I believe you've been holding on to something for me."

Part 4

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⭐Alpha Centauri⭐, Part Ten

I really need to crack this writer’s block. Third of this was already ready to go, then block happened. Again.

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I had a dream overnight. Lucid as always, and everything was a blur, like a picture out of focus. I narrowed in on something, and saw the vague figure of a capra—a goat demon—shuffling away. No doubt it was Scape- I’d only seen him in human form, but when you look at a demon side-by-side to their human form, you can just tell. As he faded into the jumbled void of latent imagination and dormant creativity, I felt myself fall…

I yelped, which had to have translated to a yip outside. After a brief moment of plummeting though, I landed on something soft and fluffy, like wool… It was coating the back of some long, slender and scaly figure, that was at once moving as well. A dragon? A dragon. A reverse hammock, my body said…

I looked down the length of its body. It gently oscillated up and down like a sine wave, gentle enough that I wouldn’t notice without looking. Its scales were azure, and its wool like the midnight sky. Not quite black, but close enough a blue to deceive the less-knowledgeable.

I lifted my four hands, gently placing my palms on the serpent’s back. I wanted to see its face, what was in front… It was so far away that if it was out there, my compound eyes were too feeble, even in a dream. Carefully, I heaved myself to my feet, like a toddler trying to stand on a train set. Not the smartest move, but my wings kept me steady.

I tried to bring the beast’s head to me with my lucidity, to no avail. Instead, I began to walk along it like a balance beam, following its motion through the subconscious abyss. As thoughts soared by like stars in space, I mindlessly kept on my way. Several times, I’d pass a pair of spindly arms, grasping at the nothingness and pushing it away, though still no sign of the head.

Perhaps there was no end. Was this just my mind clung to the East and its counterparts to my kind? I wanted to know the meaning to this entity. I had to…

My eyes opened, and I took in a confused breath. My head was hung over the side of my bed, and my body sprawled across it, still fully clothed. Moments later, my 7 o’ clock phone alarm went off. Great.

Chialer wouldn’t be up yet, and by all means I wasn’t supposed to be getting up for another hour [the alarm was meant to be snoozed], but beast-damnit I got to sleep early, so I’m clim—well, flopping out of bed early too.

So I trotted out of my room…. And spent an hour watching an animated movie. One with dragons and Japanese spirits, y’know the one. In the middle of the third act, Chialer trudged out in atronach form.

“...The fuck is up with that lady’s nose?” she grumbled at the TV.

I glared at her. “What the heck is up with your fa—”

“Yo that dragon’s fucking hot.”

I thumped my fists on the couch. “He’s an ageless spirit that presents himself as a preteen! You can’t fucking say that!” I spat.

Chialer’s eyes went wide, and she gulped, turning to dart into the bathroom. “Shit, fuck, yeah, got that.” she said hastily.

“Wash your whore mouth out with soap!” I called after her, going ahead and turning off the movie. Mood was shot for watching it now, so time for slightly higher-than-normal quality ramen.

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So we wouldn’t be lurking around eachother all the time, Nebb and I bunked in different dorms, so I took several minutes walking myself over there. The uni campus was nice and quiet with 8 AM classes having just started, so I enjoyed the lovely sight of the last few moths flittering away to sleep for the day, trading places with butterflies and other diurnal bugs.

For a minute, I stopped at a flower garden, staring down the various butterflies. Unlike with other humans, they looked back. I could feel the nervousness and anxiety as they looked up at me: a moth fifty or so times their size, wearing the flesh of a human and walking plainly among them. I smiled.

“I wonder how many of you will be impaled on plaques by collectors with their little nails… If you live that long, even.” I said passively, my eyes going blank. From the facing side of me, the white spots of my wings faintly showed, all watching the little bugs, each making eye contact with one.

I seized up after several moments at a sudden noise. I turned around to see another student having just opened a bag of chips as they passed by several yards away. Better only the nonsapient mortals see me being… Me.

I knocked on the front door of Nebula’s dorm, getting a rude reminder of his poor taste: three jockish frat boys burst out the door, reeking of tobacco as they barged past me. “Haha, bad timing yo, we’ve got places to be!” one said.

“Date tryouts are next week, plenty time for weight watchers!”

The trio laughed as I clenched my fists. “Hey, you Nate’s sis? Y’look like it- make him get on it too!”

I let myself into the ‘dorm’ [being generous to the frat house] as they meandered down the street. Nebula was in the kitchen, combing the messy curls of his unfittingly-bright blonde hair whilst examining some liquid suicide of a drink.

“Still haven’t arse’d those dickholes?”

“I can’t just poison whoever I want, Ally, there’s these things called laws…” Nebula said passively as he glanced over.

“Then make it look like an accident, give ‘em moonshine that’ll drop them. Lucy knows we’d be doing the gene pool a service.”

Nebb put a hand to his face, setting the comb aside before taking a swig of his concoction. “You wanna fight the police, do it yourself. I’m not here for that kinda shit.”

I sighed roughly. “Whatever. Didja get that makeup assignment done?”

“Yeah, no thanks to Ty. I watched the recording I took yesterday and reenacted it as best I could.”

“Good. Any idea what we’re gonna be yelled at about?”

Nebula slid himself over to the sink to delicately dunk his glass in. Yes, delicately. “The quiz-een day-la Fronse.” he said, waving his hands pretentiously as he dipped into an offensively bad accent. “Moan sherry, you entered at zee PERFECT time.”

I rubbed my fingers on my brow in attempt to stave off a cringe-induced headache. It wasn’t working. “Careme, Careme… So he’s talking his own specialty.”

“Yup, he says he’s named after one of the great culinary innovators from there, so you know he’s serious.”

“Riiiight.”

I looked around. The kitchen was horribly ‘maintained’ by the fraternity, and a demon of sloth was far from about to fix that. Nebula took the awkward silence as an excuse to slip away to the fridge and pitch a beer can at me. With how often he did so, I caught it reflexively.

“Get drunk, what’s up,” he said, putting his hands up. Perfect timing too, since I threw the can back and beaned him in the nose with it.

“Go chat up Bear Grylls if you wanna drink piss, I actually have a sense of taste.”

“Says the stoner?”

“Yeah, for medical purposes. I don’t see dad telling you to drink alcohol for your health.”

“That’s ‘cause it’s implied.”

I sat down at the kitchen island as two other guys came in, talking to eachother. Nebb picked the beer can off the floor and popped the dent in the side into a hole he could drink out of, courtesy of a knife handle.

“Seats taken?” one of the frat guys ‘asked’, sitting next to me. His ‘buddy’ sat on his other side.

“They are now,” I quipped boredly, leaning an elbow on the counter to prop up my chin. “Bartender, gimme a solid cup of maple syrup.”

Nebb gave me a cynical look while the other two snickered. “Seriously?” he grunted.

“Yeah? Did I fuckin’ stutter?”

The guy next to me waved a hand at Nebb. “What, thought you were mister ‘two packs is nothing’ Nate?”

“Four packs of something meant to be drunk by itself.”

“Sounds like someone’s a wussy!”

The guys went into uproarious laughter. I’d cupped my hands around my mouth to make a sound akin to a vuvuzela, and reveled in how red Nebb’s face got. The next ten minutes were primarily him ‘relenting’ and drinking pancake syrup straight from the bottle, before challenging the others and myself to do so with other condiments. I got pushed to eat a whole cup of mayo, which… Ew. When I inevitably upchucked it on Nebb, only he got laughed at as he skittered away to clean himself up.

Once he was presentable again [and in new clothes], Nebula and I made our way to the main campus, where Nebb affectionately referred to Scape’s lecture hall as its ‘belly’. Chai was lurking at the side entrance, and I pulled out a cellphone to group-text the two my frustration about having to stay in human form.

“Y’think if Careme gets enough of us in his class, we won’t have to worry about that?”

“Nah, security cameras. And the doors are windowed.”

“Fucking home.”

I glanced over my shoulder as we skulked through the halls, ensuring nobody would catch onto our whispering and muttering.

“Why’s he want us in this class anyway?” Chai grumbled.

Nebula puffed out his chest haughtily, speaking up. “He believes the more students attend his class, the more chances they’ll get to have his greatness rub off on them!” he said, teasing at nobody in particular. Chai and I both rolled our eyes, but I quickly pulled out my phone again as I got an email notification.

] (AUTOCORRECTED) You’ll be seen as under the protection of an elder demon. Makes things safer for us.

I caught Nebb’s eyes in my periphery, and we both nodded. Chai stared at us in confusion for a moment, before pulling her phone out to read the message.

When we entered the lecture hall, it was set up like a recording studio for some Iron Chef-lookin’-ass cooking show. Scape waved Chai and I down to the podium at the front, surrounded by plug-in kitchen appliances stood on three layers of tarps.

“Bonjour, salut, everyone, we have two new students in the class!” the professor said. “They’ve been taking the class online before, but now they’ve gotten a schedule opening to start showing up in person!”

Our new classmates nodded along as Nebula set the ‘make-up assignment’ on a metal folding table, before finding a seat. I was pondering what sort of job to say I had quit to make room for that excuse.

“And who better to help out in today’s lesson?”

My blank expression turned to a frown. Nevermind, I was thinking up excuses to get out of that.

“Uh, I missed this part’a the syllabus. What’re we doing?” Chai said, leaning an arm on my shoulder.

Scape planted his hands on a stove, smiling warmly at us. “Crème brûlée. Should be easy for you, yes?”

Never-nevermind. This class might just be my favorite.

#alpha centauri #She was in fact watching Spirited Away #also 'arse'd' is her shorthand for arsenic

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Starry Eyes | JJK

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This oneshot is based of the feelings I get when I hear Jungkook’s voice. ›› Genre: Fluff / Angst ›› Prompt: "You said you had a shitty day, so I wanted to do something to make it better, even though it’s already past midnight.“ ›› Sister Fic: Starry Night by @chimin-ssi (aka my soulmate) ›› Wordcount: 2.9K Warnings Include: hints of anxiety A/N: Me and my soulmate @bubypjm (who is also @chimin-ssi) did sort of a collab where we wrote a oneshot based on out bias’ voice and a prompt we came up with. We did this without actually using their voice in the fic. Please check out her’s as well!

The text you send Jungkook as your stomach twists isn’t long, yet your fingers shake as they hover over your phone. Rain pelts on the sidewalk by your job as you stand and wait to see if it’ll let up. It’s loud, blanketing the noise of the traffic in its rush. 

You: Hey, I had a bad day today. I’m going to stay home. Sorry — [11:08pm]

Kookie: Do you need me to come over? — [11:08pm]

His reply comes so quickly that it startles you. You blink and stare at his nickname appearing on the screen — Kookie. 

You know he’s disappointed and that he won’t show it. It makes you feel bad. This is the second time in a week you’ve cancelled on him. He’d been excited to see you, talking about having a movie night for a month now. Yet here you were, cancelling on him, again. 

Something inside of you wants to answer him with a yes — to ask him to come over and hold you and let him sing you into a dreamless sleep. Yet you can’t. These feelings — the tightness in your chest, the shortness of breath — you need to deal with them on your own.

You: no, it’s kay — [11:12pm]

Kookie: okay, drive safe yeah? It’ll be alright — [11:12pm]

He replies almost the instant you did, as if he had his message typed out beforehand. It doesn’t surprise you. He knows you like the back of his hand, even when you feel like you yourself don’t. Even when your emotions are all jumbled up like this. He sees you. 

You want to reply to him, but you don’t. You put your phone in your pocket and lean your head back to take a deep breath. Everything is going to be okay, it’s going to be fine. Eventually — you tell yourself. You’ll drive home, open up the balcony door to sit outside in the cold, and gaze at the stars until you feel numb enough to get into bed. Until you feel numb enough to trust yourself with our own thoughts. 

Time ticks by, and rain continues to pour down, making the streets reflect the coloured lighting of the signs around you. You contemplate your options at the moment: The restaurant is empty by now, all of your colleagues have gone home. Your car isn’t far away, and sooner or later you’re going to have to face the weather. 

So you run.

Sprinting towards your little red car, you duck inside as fast as you can. It’s cold, more so than outside, and it makes you shiver. The rearview mirror shows your reflection, that is adorned with faint stains caused by the tears in your eyes. Nobody would see them, but you wipe them off regardless. You’ll be coming home to a dark and empty apartment, silent hallways and cold rooms. 

You start the car, not bothering to turn on the heater for the drive. The cold is numbing, it will help you keep it together during the hour drive home. 

Jungkook always tells you that you shouldn’t drive home like this, that you should let him come pick you up. But you never do. If you can’t take care of yourself, then what can you do? 

Despite zoning out behind the wheel a few times, you get home faster than expected, roads clear at this time of day. Parking properly isn’t something you can be bothered with right now, your neighbours will just have to deal with it tonight. Tomorrow too, because you weren’t going to leave the safe confines of your apartment tomorrow. That is, unless work decides to call in. 

The elevator ride up to the 10th floor seems endless as tears brim your eyes — the place they come from is unknown to you. By the time the metal doors open you’re shaking, chest stinging as you rub in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain.

What also doesn’t help is the fact that you find your front door ajar slightly, the lights on and painting a bright strip in the dark hallway. Fear grips you by the neck upon seeing it, like a white hot claw. You slowly push down the handle. Someone is definitely inside, you can sense it. It’s that odd feeling that creeps up on you, the sense of a presence. 

All the lights are on, there’s sound of shuffling past the living room. You hold your breath. Too afraid to look, you ready your phone to dial 911. Your weapon of choice is the umbrella that lays on the kitchen counter where you forgot it this morning. It trembles in your grip. 

Jungkook yelps just as loudly as you when you jump around the corner and point the umbrella at his face. He drops whatever he is holding onto the floor and hold up his hands in defense, eyes wide. You stare from him to the lump of — are those your blankets and pillow?

"You’re home early,” he states in a small voice, still coming down from the shock. 

You look up at him again, confused. “What are you doing?” Despite owning a key to your apartment, he’s never shown up at your place unannounced. Especially not in the middle of the night. 

His facial expression smoothes out as he looks down at the pile by his feet in defeat. “Washing your sheets,” he says matter-of-factly. 

“Jungkook…” you threaten lightly.

“I’m serious!" 

Your best friend has always been a terrible liar, the slight colour to his cheeks giving him away every time, much like it is right now. "Why are my pillows on the floor?”

His bottom lip juts out in a familiar pout, one that makes a small smile tug at your lips. “You weren’t supposed to be home so early!" 

"Okay,” you nod. “That doesn’t explain why you are here?" 

Frantically, his eyes dart around the hallway, desperately in search for an excuse. The boy in front of you is wearing a way-too-big deep pink sweater and ripped, blue skinny jeans. His shoes were probably discarded somewhere, because his Iron Man socks are on full display. The way his eyes settle on your face — gauging if you’re okay — is familiar. So is the slight parting of his lips, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly to soften their brightness. He knows. It makes you bite your lip in fear. 

"Do you want me to go into my room?” you ask. “So you can do whatever it is that you’re here to do?" 

He stomps his foot on the floor in defeat, "Don’t pretend like you don’t already know,” he grumbles.

“It’s now or never,” you tease lightly. 

So he purses his lips, picking up all the stuff he dropped. “Give me….10 minutes?” He pushes past you in the narrow hall. “No, wait.” With a soft smile he turns back to you. “I’ll come get you!” His smile widens, eyes crinkling, warming your body so easily.

You nod, returning his smile slightly, before entering your room — not surprised to find your bed stripped of all its linen. Even your rug was missing. It makes your smile wider at the thought of what he could be doing. It smoothes out the rough edge of the pain inside your chest. 

He’s quicker than you expected, and he’s trying to hide his excitement when he enters the room. Something about his expression changes as he sees you, stopping to observe you carefully.  "Come,“ he says, reaching out for your hand. He grasps it tightly and leads you in front of him. "Close your eyes,” he whispers, gently placing his hand over your eyes. “To the living room.”

All you can see is the faint light slipping through the gaps between his fingers as he guides you through your house. It’s good that you’re familiar with it, or you would’ve bumped into a wall by now.

Jungkook chuckles as you stumble, easily catching you against his chest and steering you back into the right direction. “Almost there.” He pushes you past the couch — startling you with a hand on your waist. “Okay, turn…and…there.” He removes his hand after guiding you to a stop. 

You blink against the darkness of the room. In the middle of your living room you find yourself silenced. The scene in front of you is breathtaking. Somehow, he’s managed to find all your blankets, pillow, rugs — everything soft you owned — and built a small home. He even got your old fairy lights from the box underneath your bed and strung them around the inside. 

A feelings you’re not familiar with makes your heart swell. It makes tears well up in your eyes again for an entirely different reason. The way he’s stacked the pillows near the back, arranged the blankets so you could comfortably lie down in the centre. It’s almost dreamlike.

“What is this Jungkook?” you ask quietly. Jeon Jungkook built you a goddamn blanket fort in the middle of the night, and you’re about to burst into tears. You turn to face him, surprised at how you find him — eyes downcast, bottom lip between his teeth. 

“I ,” he starts. “You said you had a shitty day, so I wanted to do something to make it better — even if it’s already past midnight. And I know you said you didn’t want me to come over. I just know that you’re going to sit on that balcony all night until you catch a cold, all alone. Even if it’s fucking pouring outside and there’s no stars to look at.” He stops to catch his breath and you stare at him, utterly dumbfounded. “You never ask me to come over. I hate that you won’t let me be there for you when you’re sad. I can sense it, it pains me to lay in my own bed knowing that you might as well be crying yourself to sleep. So,” he pauses, taking your hand in his, “I made a fort, I even made stars so we can look at them together. So you can let me hold you, because I know it makes you feel better. I know you want someone here with you, you’re just too afraid to ask. I want to hold you. I wa—" 

You shut him up by cupping his face in your hands and gently pressing your lips to his. He stills in your grasp, gasping against your mouth. Jungkook is stunned for a brief moment. Then, warm, his hands come up to run down your side as if to help the tension slowly seep out of both your bodies. "Stop,” you whisper against his lips. “Just, stop. You’re going to make me cry,” Your voice is hoarse with impending tears — a smile still on your lips.  A smile for him. 

Jungkook looks at you, touching his forehead to yours with parted lips. “Is it stupid? I’ll put everything ba-”

Another kiss silences him, though this time he lets out a content sigh. “Stop,” you repeat. “It’s perfect Jungkook, it’s so perfect — you are perfect.” His cheeks warm up at your words and he closes his eyes. “Don’t ever change, okay?" 

"Okay,” he whispers in the dark of the room. His features are beautifully illuminated by the lights behind you. Something is mesmerising about this moment, it almost feels like a dream. The way he’s holding onto you, as if he’s holding you together. As if you will crumble to pieces if he lets you go. That is how you feel, steady in his hold, whole under his affection. 

He opens his eyes, a look so gentle in them you almost choke up again. “Come on.”

You let him. Let him take your hand. Let him intertwine your fingers and pull you down to lay beside him on top of all the pillows, feet slipping under the blankets as he wraps you up in his embrace. He safely tucks your head under his chin, the arm that isn’t holding you folded under his head. 

The moment seems so fragile, from the way he trails his fingers softly up and  down your spin, to the way his legs kick up the blankets so he can intertwine your limbs under them. He is so warm, smelling of fresh soap and cold rain. You shiver, and realise then that he’s cracked open the door of the balcony to let a cold breeze slip into the room. It makes the blankets above you rustle lightly. 

“Don’t let me go,” you whisper against the soft skin of his collarbone. 

Without a word, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you even closer to prove he won’t. Your bodies align perfectly, as if you were made to fit together like this. Safe and snug, in this tiny home full of comfort nothing can get to you. He’ll make sure of it. 

You wish you could stay like this forever, in his embrace where everything is always okay. Right here you feel calm, you feel clear. 

The fort is a small gesture, something childish, but it feels so big. It is big enough to swallow all your pain and worries and make take them away with the cold breeze. He’s taken your safe space and built a better one. A version so intimate and heartfelt, something not only yours, but also his. The same way he’s slowly invaded all the little, seemingly insignificant, spaces of your life and made you realise how big he is. How grand your love for him is.

The lights dance above you — like tiny stars across the sky made of the beige fabric. With their swaying, the remnants of the day slip from your body. With him by your side you relax.

“Stop crying,” he whispers suddenly, lips so close to your ear that you hear every little vibration. 

You look up at him as he uses his sleeve to wipe away the tear that had started to make a path down your face. “I —.” You want to say something, but you can’t find your voice. Can’t find the words as you look at him and realise how much he truly means to you. You wonder if he always looks at you like this. As if you are everything in his world. “Thank you,” you mumble.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m always here for you. Even if you don’t want me to be.” Right here and now, you wouldn’t have it any other way. “Why do you do it?” he asks. 

“What?” A frown appears on your face as the light reflections dance across your bodies. 

His hand slides over your hip, under the fabric of your shirt so his skin can meet yours. The wind touches you first, and he soothes over the cold spot. Being with him like this is like slipping under the cold covers after a long day away from home, slowly warming up and drifting off. 

“Sit on the balcony all night,” he answers. 

“It’s cold, it makes me forget,” you murmur, casting your eyes up towards the lights. “The stars, they���re always there. Looking at them — it makes me feel like I’m not alone. There’s always someone, somewhere, looking at those same stars.” 

Jungkook is silent, carefully thinking over his words as he looks at you. He is so close that you can feel every little movement of his body. Every soft breath that fanned over your cheek. Every beat of his heart against your chest. "I would’ve come over to look at the stars with you. All you had to do was ask,” he says finally. 

“I know.” You reach up, touching one of the lights and feeling its warmth. “I just…I don’t know." 

On your hip he draws gentle patterns, pressing his nose into your hair. "It’s okay to not know. It’s okay to be lost. It’s okay to ask for help. I’m here for you.” His lips are warm against the shell of your ear where he presses a kiss. “I always will be.”

Always. A strange and scary word to be whispered in this moment. You try not to think of its connotation, its danger. Not in this moment. This perfect little moment. You want to do nothing but bottle it up and hold it forever. You don’t want to leave his embrace. Forever here with him, that is what you want. 

His hand finds yours where you’re still playing with the lights. “I understand — no. I know that you’re afraid. You’ve only let me see you like this once, twice before. But…it’s alright.” He intertwines your fingers and looks at them with bright eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes have always held the world, the way he sees it reflected in them. He can’t hide things, his expressiveness does nothing to aid that. Something about him seems eternally awed. His eyes will light up as he listens to someone talk with his undivided attention — or glaze over slightly as he disappears into his own head for a little. You can’t help but smile when thinking about it. 

Overcome with a feeling so loud yet so soft, you reach out to touch him. You brush his soft brown hair out of his face, making him smile lightly and turn to face you. Gaze meeting yours. 

It is then, that you discover the stars — in his eyes. 

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Was it Only a Kiss?

repost of a thread from @theshirallen​‘s old blog. set a week or so after their arrival at skyhold, solas approaches ian with the intent to bring up the kiss they had shared on the evening of corypheus’s attack on haven.

unfinished. updates will post in the thread tag.

Solas

A week had passed since they had come to Skyhold. Slowly, the debris had been cleared from the main hall and repairs were begun. All around him were the sounds of work. At first it began with bent backs and physical toil, and he watched as apprentice mages struggled to carry burdens magic might bear. When Solas first cleared the door to the rotunda with a gesture, matters changed. More mages gingerly coaxed a pile of rubble onto a tarp for others to haul it off with ease later, or drew dust from forgotten corners with a wave of their hands, rather than break their necks trying to reach with feather dusters. Suddenly, it was as if the mages had magic, rather than weapons.

The development was almost enough to distract him. It occupied him, yes, guiding unsure hands with a firm voice, but his eyes flickered towards the courtyard, towards the healing tents, often enough that week that he could not fool himself into forgetting. He had more that the path before them on his mind, something as terrifying as it was exciting. Someone that made him feel lighter, even on this side of the Veil, even at the mere sight of him.

Yet since arriving they had scarcely spoken, any conversation interrupted by Ian being called away by new stragglers finding Skyhold, whose need was far more urgent than Solas’s. The eagerness with which Ian took his leave made him second-guess himself, wondering if the affection he had felt in their kiss at Haven was a figment of his own imagination. This world offered no answers, the Veil drew heavy between them, and each coy word exchanged left him more exasperated, more eager for an answer.

A week, he decided, and a week he waits. ‘Til new arrivals trickle and the work slows, and Skyhold begins to look more like herself again.

On the seventh day, Solas finds himself glancing down towards the courtyard with more frequency than usual. When he spots Ian sitting idle, he wastes only enough time to brush anything that clings to the front of his sweater before he descends down towards the healing tents. His hands tangle together behind his back, feet brushing bare stone before they nestle upon worn grass. The path through the courtyard is already worn by soldiers’ boots, Solas leaves less of a mark on his path towards Ian.

The smell of pipeweed is in the air, freshly burned, and he feels almost guilty for interrupting a moment Ian no doubt stole for himself. It does not stop him, however, nor silence the gentle cough he clears his throat with to attract the other elf’s attention.

“Ian,” he began, a simple start he had debated to himself for days. To use his name, or something else… “Do you have a moment?”

Ian

The events that have transpired since the attack at Haven run together when he stops to think–a blur of cold winds and warm blood. Ian has seen little of the Inquisition’s new home since their arrival–indeed, has seen hardly anything besides the canvas spread of the healing tents and an occasional glance at a cloud-spattered sky. The stains on the backs of his hands, the way blood grits under his nails. Tired smiles on his patients faces–those that they’ve managed to help. The others…

He hasn’t seen much of Skyhold, yet. There is much to be done, and more every day.

He’s grateful, even through his weariness. That he is busy means that the Inquisition’s forces have survived, and he has always preferred the weariness that comes with tending the wounded than the heartache that accompanies tending to the dead.

The days blur together–the nights, too. Ian loses count of the sunrises, would fail to notice them save for the brilliant way the light mounts the ramparts to announce the coming day.

The urgency of his work begins to slow. Wounded arrive in straggling groups, and between their need he finds himself with time to sit, to breathe. Not to think. When he thinks, everything runs together in an unintelligible blur, and he remembers a clumsy kiss when the world had felt more certain.

Nothing feels certain, right now, and when he has time to think he considers the fool he’s made of himself. Solas has been busy–everyone has been so busy, but if Ian has time to breathe, that busy might have finally found itself a pace–but Ian knows it’s too much to hope the fool in him is forgotten. His heart tightens, fear and frets worrying about in his chest, and he tries to turn his thoughts.

A moment to himself, and he almost spends it letting his jumbled thoughts work him into tighter knots. Almost. He counts the seconds between his breaths, and pulls his pipe from the pouch at his hip, letting his eyes close when the smoke warms his lungs.

He tries to turn his thoughts, but he does not imagine the sound of his name. His heart–so recently calmed to a reasonable pace–leaps into his throat, and he can’t help the way he jumps, half-turning in his start, grateful he hadn’t been in the middle of an inhale.

“Solas!” Despite himself, he tries a smile. “You startled me.”

“I–” It feels desperate, the way his mind flies–trying to think of something, anything, to keep him from having to make a further fool of himself. Nothing occurs to him; there are no excuses to be made that do not ring as what they are. “Yes. A few moments, even.”

Solas

His ears flatten at the reaction: the smile that turns Ian’s lips, but does not crinkle the corner of his eyes, the beginning of a thought that does not end as it began, as if Solas had successfully cornered him. It is not an idea that settles well, and his stomach turns with nervousness. “If you would rather spend them alone, you will hear no further argument from me,” he says. “But we have scarcely spoken since we have arrived, and I confess, I have missed the sound of your voice.”

It is no idly spoken compliment, but the truth. Regardless of how his plans unfolded (and how often does everything fall neatly into place for him?) he will be grateful if something similar to the rapport they had before can be achieved. Solas steps several paces closer, hands hidden behind his back. “And it occurred to me– you likely have not had much time to see Skyhold. I remember you mentioned a garden in the Anderfels, and thought you might enjoy seeing what will become Skyhold’s.” The rubble had been cleared just a day ago, and no work has begun. It will be quiet, albeit overgrown, tangled from decades (centuries) of disuse, but he is confident Ian will see its potential.

Solas unclasps his hands, stretching one out towards Ian for him to take. Tugging him off the ground is like lifting a feather, and he tries not to imagine what would happen if he pulled Ian a few inches further towards him. He releases his hand, though the sensation lingers even in Ian’s absence. It flexes by his side absently, as his eyes lift towards the the entrance to the main hall, open for the first time in ages. “This way.”

His feet brush grass tips as he moves back the way he came, now with Ian at his side. His hands rediscover the spot behind the small of his back, and his mind rushes as everything he has been meaning to say hounds him at once.

Before another word leaves him, however, a question occurs to him: “How have you been?”

Ian

“No. I’ve–I’ve missed your company.”

He taps his pipe–nearly finished anyway–over to clear the ashes, tucking it away in his belt before gesturing, plaintively, for Solas to help him up.

Solas’s hand against his nearly stops Ian’s heart. He’s pulled to his feet and somehow loses his breath in the motion, a sudden swoop that lifts him beyond what heights he can reach on his own. Solas’s words simultaneously ease and agitate his fears–the lightness in his chest and head are disorienting, but he cannot help but take note of how quickly Solas releases his fingers.

“There’s a garden here?”

It’s an alluring thought–almost so much that he might forget how difficult it is to hear past the rushing in his ears. Those ears cant forward as he lengthens his step to bring him even with Solas.

“I–busy.” His ears fall again, and he grimaces. “I do not know if I can say I would rather I was not needed–I can better serve the wounded than the dead–but Haven…it’s been a very long time since…since I’ve seen…” Denerim, he thinks. The last real battle he’d been in. “But I have my health, yet. And my…my skills.”

Solas

Ian’s confession, soft though it may be, rekindles lost confidence. ‘Pride’ may be his name, but it is not blind pride. He is under no illusion that his company is universally pleasant, and if he were one moment spent with Sera will quickly rob him of that delusion. He smiles, gladder now than it was before, heart swelling foolishly. “Not a garden, but a potential one. Inquisitor Cadash expressed interest in using the space as such. For the moment it is still what nature made it.”

But most of all it is quiet, with less of a chance of prying ears hearing what he has to say. That is one thing he will miss about Haven, the snow always seemed to dampen the sound, and midnight chats were intimate even if someone slept in the hut beside them.

They pass banners freshly planted in the earth, Inquisition heraldry crowned with dwarven metal. A reminder, for any who try to forget the Herald is no human. “Haven was a terrible thing to live through,” he responds gravely. “And I fear it will not be the last battle before our goal is realised, but now that Corypheus has revealed himself he has lost the one edge he had in this fight. We will not be taken by surprise a second time.”

Skyhold’s doors welcome them, and as they enter a handful of faces turn briefly from their work to smile in greeting. The main hall still bears marks from an age of neglect, but light shines in from the windows upon the second floor. Yes, perhaps it highlights the cobwebs that persist, but it is not nearly as stifling as it felt a week ago. “I set up a workspace, should you find more time to spare in the days to come,” he says with a gesture to their right. The door is thrown open, inside a pile of debris is still shoved against the wall, but a desk has already been moved in. “It is rudimentary at the moment, when work on the main hall is finished I hope to do more with it.”

His arm sweeps around Ian’s shoulder, brushing them, guiding them to their left. The door to the gardens is still beaten and bent from the rocks that had been piled against the frame, but it opens with a gesture, magic greasing old hinges. “But this is what I wanted to show you…”

Beyond the door, a rudimentary path has been carved through rotted wood and crumbled stone, towards what will one day be a garden. From here he can see vines that have grown over the walls and up the columns that align the walkway, curling towards the heavens. Solas pauses, allowing Ian to pass through first.

Ian

He follows Solas, though his own strides gain less ground. Whether or not Solas notices, Ian is uncertain. He pauses as they turn, and Ian closes the distance even as he shies away from the rise of stone walls. Solas’s workspace is spacious, high reaching walls and a circling stair, but he feels it tightening his throat as he takes it in. Skyhold is still a castle, and her walls are thickly mortared, and he prefers the courtyard and the canvas tents to the stones that circle him now. With the doors flung wide, he hasn’t far to look to find relief, but it will take some adjustment before he can convincingly portray anything but ill ease.

Solas’s touch at his shoulder is gentle, and prevents his thoughts from wandering too far. Ian follows his gesture, forcing a steady breath through his teeth  as magic wills an aged door to yield. Something akin to a path expands beyond the threshold, soft dirt sighing beneath Ian’s boots as he follows its wanderings. Solas hangs back, gesturing for Ian to step ahead, and Ian is glad to return to the mountain air and the feeling of sun on his skin. It has only been a matter of moments, but he turns his face upward to let the rays brush his cheeks before he truly attempts to take in the garden.

“Oh…” It isn’t quite an exclamation, isn’t quite a sigh. The utterance is one of quiet wonderment, though the garden is, as Solas had warned, more as nature has made it than anything. Dark vines wind up partially crumbled columns, broad leaves disguising the stone as though behind a curtain. Grasses burst in uneven, ambitious clumps, stretching to reclaim what had once been paved. Tiny, unruly wildflowers–weeds, refusing the confines of any recognizable sense of order–scatter the field, thickest where the sunlight splashes.

Ian’s fingers catch at his lips, and he can feel the stretch of his smile beneath them. He almost wishes that the Inquisition might leave this place untouched, though he knows that an organization will have to present a ‘proper’ garden, if a garden they have at all. “Oh…Thank you. For–for sharing this with me. I have–I have been so…thank you.”

Solas

From behind, Ian’s pleasure is still obvious. The tension that had coiled in narrow shoulders loosens, now, as though sinking into a bath. Unsatisfied with the view, Solas moves forward, drawing level with the other elf. The garden is spared only a passing glance. Lifted hands are not enough to disguise the smile that steals across his face, eyes crinkling at their corners. The sight coaxes an affectionate smile from Solas. “Ara melava son’ganem.” Elvhen comes to him first before he adds, in a quieter voice, “You’re welcome.”

With some effort, he tears his eyes away from Ian and onto the garden. It is different than he remembers, but few things in Skyhold are the same. Human stonework has claimed it, but still its elvhen origins linger in the air. He wonders what Ian sees, what colour the blue wildflowers are to him, what emotion he thinks of when he beholds them. It is tempting to ask, but he pushes through the temptation, knowing the answers will only distract.

He allows his hand to touch Ian’s arm in passing as he continues on into the untamed garden. “I remembered what you said about gardening in the Anderfels,” he begins. The break in the wall that should allow him to pass through has been blocked by a bush, and so, instead, he climbs over the pony wall that has kept back as much nature as it could. Some vines have stolen over it, brushes his toes as he swings one leg over, and then the other with a soft grunt. “Then I imagined what you could accomplish here, where the environment is not so unforgiving.”

Grasses bend in his passing, either through magic means or the weight of his feet. Through the weeds he spies stone benches whose seats have been stolen by ivy. He half-turns, under the pretense of seeing if Ian has followed, but truth be told he more wished to set eyes upon him again.

The pretense does not last long, his gaze lingers, and his smile broadens. “And I thought the wildflowers might find a companion in your face. It seems I was correct.”

Ian

Fingers brush the fabric of his sleeve, and something warm and cold thrills up his spine. He stills until the touch passes, holding his breath as if it might aid the moment’s endurance. The warmth that blossomed shifted, taking root behind his ribs. When he inhales, the world spins, just for a moment, until the touch has ended and Solas has braced himself against a wall, heaving himself over. Ian hesitates, hovering until Solas has cleared the wall before he follows. He pulls himself up, but doesn’t quite drop over to the other side, perching on the wall amongst the ivy, one knee hugged close to his chest.

“You–um.” Ian’s voice catches, and his hand rises again, lips trembling against his fingertips. His fingers curl, and he tries again. “I didn’t–you remembered.” He tries to recall precisely what he had said, knows it had been a passing comment. Hardly worth hearing, let alone committing to memory. It’s surprising, though not unpleasant. It leaves him off balance, heat rising across the bridge of his nose and over his cheeks, and he ducks his head when Solas turns to watch him.

He’s still looking down when the compliment catches, and the heat in his face spreads until his ears burn too. He pulls his knee closer, toes curling within his boot. “Solas…” He tries to begin, but his voice rings of pleading, and he isn’t certain just what he is pleading for. Ian’s mind reels as he tries to reconcile the sensation of fingers at his arm and the unabashedly forward nature of Solas’s words with the silence that had persisted ever since arriving at Skyhold. There’s a certainty in his gut that competes with the fluttering in his chest–this sureness that Solas has brought him here to rebuff him against this hope that perhaps he has not. He doesn’t try to speak again, only shakes his head a little, eyes downcast until he sees little but the trailing ivy that creeps past his perch and the wild tufts of grass that meet the wall at its roots.

Solas

It isn’t the reaction he had hoped for, his name whispered against the wind. Yes, his cheeks grow red beneath the vallaslin that spans his face, but one can blush from shame as easily as they can flattery.

Solas looks down, penitent, though it is not an apology he gives shape with words, and so means nothing in this world. Once, it might have flooded the world around them with contrite thoughts, and the blue flowers might have turned white out of sympathy. Upon the wall, Ian seems to curl in upon himself, knee tucked against his seat upon the wall, back bent over his leg. It is a distressing sight, and the blood in his veins seems to sour. In the pit of his belly, anxiety coils, until it feels potent enough to melt his stomach lining.

He had been hoping to lead Ian in gently, like a bath ran too hot, but seeing him now, he reconsiders. Perhaps, for both their sakes, it is better he take the plunge.

“I do not idly forget moments shared with you,” he says, soft, but strong enough to carry. His chin lifts, the sun breaking the shadows on his face. He retraces his steps towards the wall, careful to follow the path he had carved a moment ago. There are moments spent with Ian that bring him shame to think about, now. Moments where he had looked at his face and was not quite sure if what he saw was an echo of what was, or else an illusion. Where what he sees now was not even considered.

He stops short of Ian, hand reaching out to place upon a column that has seen better days, its edges eaten by rain.

Haven feels close by at Ian’s side, even upon this side of the Veil, where it is still buried beneath a mountainside of snow. While Ian’s gaze is at his feet, Solas keeps his trained upon where their eyes ought to meet. He can feel his heartbeat in his fingers, but the ground beneath bare feet steadies him.

It has been seconds since he last spoke, but feels a lifetime before he opens his mouth to add: “I have not forgotten our kiss.”

Ian

Solas’s words are delivered gently, offered in a soft tone that almost sounds as an apology. But what has Solas to be sorry for, save–save that Ian’s worries are well-founded. He feels his shoulders fall, and swallows an apology of his own, knowing that the words will trip against his teeth and worsen the situation.

He hears Solas’s return, the pivot that carries him back across the garden until he stands just beyond the wall where Ian perches. Absently, he wonders just how he manages to hear the pace of bare feet and the soft yield of new grass when his own heartbeat thunders wildly within his skull. His face burns, and teeth drive into his lower lip as he forces himself to breathe past the worry that tightens his throat.

The next words spoken, however, startle his heartbeat still. Silence overwhelms the drumming in his ears, muffles its sensation in his chest, and despite his anxieties, he finds his gaze lifting, eyes wide behind his blush. “I–oh. Ah–” The words catch, stumbling as he’d feared–as he’d known–they would, and he bites his lip again, trying to rearrange his thoughts into something resembling coherence. “I thought, maybe–maybe you wanted to. Forget, I mean.”

Gloved fingers curl into the fabric of his trousers, thigh tight against his chest where he hugs his knee. He searches Solas’s face, unable to quite meet his eyes but seeking hints of Solas’s intention all the same. “I didn’t–um. I don’t…I had–had thought, maybe–but…but it’s alright. If you–I mean. We don’t have to talk about it.”

Solas

It isn’t until teeth drag over freckled lips that Solas realises he is staring. He jerks his gaze away, his own teeth mirroring Ian’s body language. Since their moment in Haven, he had found himself lapsing into a habit only reserved for deep contemplation, only it was not ancient tomes on his mind of late. “Wanted to?” he echoes, soft. “I doubt I could, even if I did.”

Perhaps part of him does. The sensible part, that does not judge with what he feels, but measures every action against a grander scheme. Words come to him, unbidden, the one that came them voice forgotten to him:  ‘ I would sooner mistrust in calculations, particularly if no heart might temper their direction.’ It was not logic that led him down the path he walks now, but feelings. Feelings too potent to ignore.

“Had the night gone differently, perhaps I would have said this then, rather than now. Then again– it has given me time to think.” Were the world right, they might have had centuries, not months, to grow the seed they had unwittingly planted that day Ian had returned with questions, and not accusations. Adrenaline lights his blood aflame, as though the few steps over to Ian had been a marathon.  One hand reaches out to the wall beside Ian, to hide how it tremors, and he allows his gaze to drop to watch it.

“I have seen centuries from the Fade, heroes and villains whose names are written in books across Thedas, but you…” His face is hot, cheeks mottling a unflattering pink, but he pays it no mind, eyes lifting to see the same blush paint Ian’s cheeks. “I have not seen your like since my deepest journeys into the very heart of the Fade, and had not thought to see again. The memory of your kiss,” he adds, lips parting in a grin brought on by the mere thought, “I will treasure it, even if you meant for it to be only a kiss.”

The thought dampens his spirits, but they are truly spoken.

“Though, it would be dishonest if I did not admit to hoping you meant it as something more.”

#i have found a home in him ( ian x solas ) #theshirallen #( my writing ) #was it only a kiss? ( thread ) #( long post )

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Roast

Written for MultiSaku Month - Day 2

pairing: sakura x ino prompt: a barista and someone who has an extremely ridiculous order genre: humor // romance word count: 2,663

summary:  “Let me see if I got this right,” Kiba started slowly, breaking their shocked silence. He snatched the piece of paper from Sakura’s limp grasp so that he could confirm its contents. “Did you just get cursed out and then asked out in the same conversation?”

a/n: I am so excited that this event is finally happening! Special shout out to @superpeachyclean for giving me the greatest one-liner for this fic. love you sunny ~

Sakura was close to losing control.

She knew it, her coworker knew it, and the rosette was pretty sure the customers in the shop knew it as well.

Sakura wasn’t sure what put her in such a foul mood this morning. Maybe it was the sudden change in the weather. Summer in Konoha was a dry, sometimes humid season that held very few cloudy days, let alone long periods of rainfall.

It had come to a surprise to all inhabitants of the city when it rained earlier that week, and they had been shocked even further as it continued to fall for the next six days. The air was so brittle and cold it could snap, and if it didn’t, Sakura found herself thinking that she just might.

She preferred the sun and its warmth carried on a breeze over the cold, desolate rainfall. Weather like this never failed to make her particularly sour.

Or, maybe she had an attitude because Naruto kept her awake half the night.

He had called right before Sakura was about to go to bed, recounting, in a jumbled rant of excited squeals and shouts, how his first date went with his new girlfriend. Every time Sakura made an excuse to end the phone call, her childhood best friend rolled right into another aspect of his day out with Hinata, proceeding to describe the occurrence in vivid detail.

Naruto was too earnest and enthusiastic about his new relationship, and Sakura couldn’t find it in her heart to hang up on him. So, she listened, albeit somewhat listlessly, and offered her opinions here and there when prompted.

By the time the knuckleheaded blond let her off the hook, it was well past midnight, and her shift at the café was set to start in a few scant hours.  

When her alarm went off, startling her back into the world of the living, Sakura felt robbed.

There was no way, no way, that it was time to get up.

Yet, the bold, neon numbers displayed on the clock’s surface did not lie. Languidly and heavy-limbed she pulled herself out of bed, eyes at half-mast as she lifelessly went through her morning routine.

Forty-five minutes and half of a pot of coffee later, Sakura was making her way to work, praying that her shift would pass by quickly so that she could return home and catch up on some much-needed shut-eye.

It didn’t.

The early morning rush at the café had been exhausting. Sakura had the inkling that she wasn’t the only one affected by the unusual climate; patrons seemed more snappish and rushed than usual.

Uncharacteristically, Sakura found herself returning those barbed sentiments to the guests and barking at her co-worker when he got in her way while she was making an order.

The stress spread through her mind like ink on paper and Sakura was quickly caught up in the whirlwind that was the ‘rush hour’ for the eatery.

There was a tenseness in her muscles that made her movements almost robotic. Sakura walked around the coffee shop like she was a clockwork soldier, growing more and more frustrated when she completed an order incorrectly or happened to forget what she was doing mid-action. Her tired mind was unable to keep up with the chaos of it all.

When there was a lull in the number of customers, Sakura disappeared into the back room for a fifteen-minute break that was used to try and calm her erratic and irate demeanor. Though Sakura could still feel her anger simmering below the surface, churning violently in the pit of her stomach, sitting down with her eyes closed for those few stolen moments happened to be – to some extent – relaxing.

After her break had run its course, Sakura slipped back out into the front of the store.

She raised her shoulders, bouncing them with a little wiggle and lolled her head in a circle. It was a decent effort to try and help her further unwind before trying to finish off the remaining hours of her shift.

Kiba was in the middle of making a cappuccino, the man who had ordered the drink assessing the brunette’s work from his vantage point by the pick-up station at the opposite end of the counter. There was no one else waiting in the queue, and the pinkette was silently delighted by the fact that she wouldn’t have to greet a new guest so soon.

When the man left the shop, drink in hand, Sakura and Kiba shared a few idle comments, the later still a bit apprehensive about dealing with an incensed Sakura. She could see that he was walking on eggshells around her, and guilt embedded itself deep in her chest. To make it up to him, she offered to clean up around the café while he went on his break.

Needing no further enticement, Kiba dashed off to the back room while Sakura occupied herself with sanitizing one of the blenders they used for frozen drinks.

The bell above the door gave a soft chime a few seconds later, signaling someone new had walked in.

Immediately irritated that she would have to interact with someone, Sakura released in deep, ragged breath before putting the half-cleaned appliance down. She spun on her heel, approaching the cash register with a tense smile.

Clasping both of her hands together, she placed them on onto the countertop before stating her typical greeting, “Welcome to Roast Coffee House. How may I help you?”

Standing on the other side of the counter was a woman close to her age, chatting animatedly on her cell phone. The newcomer’s long, sandy blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail and Sakura was nearly struck still by the vibrancy by the girl’s crystalline, sky-blue eyes that stared at a fixed point over Sakura’s left shoulder.

Any thoughts of admiration were soon tossed out the window, however, as Sakura came to realize that blonde wasn’t ending her phone call anytime soon.

She couldn’t tell if the woman didn’t hear her greeting, or just simply chose to ignore her. Either way, the foulness that had manifested in Sakura’s manner since early that morning was coming to the surface, and she grit her teeth, trying to keep herself in check.

As Sakura opened her mouth to address the woman for the second time, but the blonde raised the hand that wasn’t holding the cellular device, lifting her pointer finger towards the ceiling in a ‘just hold on a minute’ gesture.

Sakura was vaguely aware of her eyebrows disappearing into her hairline as her mind attempted to wrap itself around processing the new customer's dismissive action.

Stuck somewhere between shock and irritation, Sakura fought down the urge to pluck the phone from the other woman’s grasp and throw it across the room. Alternatively, so that she wouldn’t have to pay for damaged property, Sakura just stared, unblinking, at the girl before her.

After another two minutes of listening to one side of the phone conversation, the new patron finally ended her call, pulling the device away from her ear and leveling her azure gaze on Sakura.

“Hi,” The girl greeted, tone significantly less cheery than it had been while on the phone. “I need a venti pumpkin spice latte with five shots of espresso, six pumps of pumpkin syrup, and two pumps of maple-pecan syrup. The name for the order is Ino.”

Instinctively, Sakura’s fingers began to type away on the computer used to create labels for the coffee orders, but about halfway through the fair-haired woman’s reiteration of what she wanted in her beverage, Sakura paused.

There was a drawn-out bout of silence where Sakura remained unmoving, looking at the other woman like she had sprouted a second head.

There was another pause before the rosette broke off their impromptu staring contest to slowly shift her gaze to the left, then to the right, looking around for something.

The woman - Ino - appeared confused as to why Sakura had barely even twitched, let alone start making her preferred drink.

“What?” Ino queried, lips thinned and brows furrowed. “Is there something wrong? What are you looking around for?”

When Sakura finally responded, it was in a curiously hesitant tone. “I’m looking around for game show host that’s going to pop out and tell me that I’m being punk’d.”

Her answer seemed to baffle Ino even further, so Sakura clarified by adding, “That order...you’re kidding...right?”

The blonde arched one expectant brow.  “Excuse you? What’s wrong with my order?”

Something snapped, and in the back of Sakura’s mind, that boorish brashness reared its ugly head again. Her anger returned, mounting at full force and this time she didn’t do anything to stop it.

Accompanied with a scowl, the next few words were out of Sakura’s mouth in a hiss.

“Do we look like a Starbucks to you? It’s the middle of the summer. We don’t carry pumpkin spice all year round. That’s something reserved specifically for the fall season. Nor do we have anything in stock called ‘maple pecan syrup.’ Never have, and hopefully, never will.”

The woman on the other side of the counter placed her hands on her hips and narrowed blue eyes pierced Sakura with a particularly dour look.

“Well, no Starbucks barista would be caught dead in that hideous blue apron, so yes, I’m well aware of what coffee shop I entered,” Ino said, brusquely. “As for my order, I am dead serious. Could you possibly also add two pumps of ‘shut the fuck up and make my coffee’ as well?”

Sakura took a tiny step back, recoiling as if she had been physically struck.

Ino smugly smirked in triumph, tossing her long ponytail over her right shoulder.

It didn’t take long for Sakura to collect her bearings, and when she did, she slammed both palms down on the countertop, leaning dangerously close to the woman on the other side.

“Now listen here you little shi-,” Her words were cut off as Kiba appeared in the doorway that leads to the back room, black eyes fluctuating between the two females.

“Uh, is everything okay out here?” He asked. “I thought I heard yelling.”

Ino didn’t acknowledge the other coffee shop employee, keeping her hardened gaze leveled at Sakura.

Emerald eyes flicked in Kiba’s direction for no more than a second before settling back on the purple-clad blonde in front of her.

“The queen here placed a ridiculous order and expects us to bend over backward for her,” Sakura grumbled, twisting the small computer screen that was bolted onto the countertop in the brunette’s direction. “I mean, just look at it! Who needs five shots of espresso in their latte?!”

“I like to be energized for the entire day,” Ino explained with a sniff.

Sakura rolled her eyes skyward. “One, maybe two shots of espresso should be able to do that. Five is a bit excessive and is also teetering on the edge of caffeine dependency, your highness.”

Though she didn’t look in his direction, Sakura could feel when Kiba came to stand beside her, peering over her shoulder at the order on the cash register’s screen. He neither tried to intervene in the conflict nor remained at her side much longer, swiftly disappearing from of her line of sight.

Unperturbed by Kiba’s unwillingness to interfere and reluctant to lose any ground in this argument, Sakura suddenly snapped, “Speaking of incorrect seasons, who wears a crop top in the rain?”

Ino glanced down at the bold, purple half-shirt wrapped around her torso before looking up, giving Sakura a slow perusal from head to toe.

“It’s called fashion. Not that you would know anything about it.”

“It’s called being ridiculous,” Sakura snipped in response. “At least I dress appropriately for the weather.”

“Oh yeah,” Ino griped. “Appropriately enough to accentuate that large forehead of yours.”

Before Sakura could bounce back with another accurately worded verbal jab, Kiba appeared at the counter once again, holding out a sealed to-go coffee cup in Ino’s direction.

“We don’t have pumpkin spice, but I substituted it with french vanilla,” He explained calmly. “I used the same amount of espresso, but I added additional vanilla and caramel syrups to make it sweeter. I take it you add so much of that other stuff to try and drown out the bitterness of the espresso.”

Ino reluctantly reigned in her sneer, accepting the proffered caffeinated beverage with little enthusiasm.

“Thanks,” The blonde murmured, raising the drink to her lips to take a tentative sip. Seemingly satisfied with how her order turned out, Ino hummed in contentment. “It’s excellent, thank you. At least someone around here knows how to do their job.”

Kiba must have seen the murderous intent flash in Sakura’s eyes because he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder, squeezing slightly. Neither employee said another word, but Sakura moved to finish ringing up Ino’s order.

The faster they got her to pay, the faster the snarky girl would leave.

Sakura, so engrossed in making sure that she charged Ino for every damn penny her absurd order was worth, didn’t try to listen in on the indistinct conversation occurring between her coworker and infuriating blonde.

She did notice, however, when Kiba handed Ino a piece of paper and a pen upon her insistent request.

“Your order total comes to six dollars and fifty-eight cents,” Sakura mumbled, flashing a baleful tight-lipped smile in the other woman’s direction.

Ino made no move to pay, free hand jotting down something quick on the loose piece of paper.

When she was finished, Ino lifted her gaze in Sakura’s direction and said, “I, for one, think your attitude sucks, and you can bet your ass that I am never going to come back to this shop on one of your shifts.”

Sakura glared, civility forgotten. She bared her teeth as her hackles rose.

Her lips twisted then parted, ready to refute the other girl’s comment with a barked jab, but the words died on her tongue as Ino slid the folded piece of scrap paper across the counter in the pinkette’s direction.

“You’re cute when you're mad,” Ino hummed offhandedly. “Your nose scrunches up, and you look like a pissed off kitten.”

Kiba snickered, trying to hide his humor behind the back of his hand and Sakura blindly reached out and smacked his bicep, refusing to take her eyes off of Ino.

The blonde continued her tirade with a conceited curl of her lips, “When you decide to dislodge that stick from your ass, give me a call.  You probably look a hell of a lot prettier when you smile, and I’d like to see it for myself.”

Without another word, Ino turned in a flurry of yellow hair and left the café, the bell signaling her departure.

Neither employee said a word, and for the second time that day, Sakura found herself completely aghast, her mind racing.

Cautiously, she reached out and swiped the piece of paper off the counter in front of her, flipping it open to view a phone number written in neat feminine handwriting.

“Let me see if I got this right,” Kiba started slowly, breaking their shocked silence. He snatched the piece of paper from Sakura’s limp grasp so that he could confirm its contents. “Did you just get cursed out and then asked out in the same conversation?”

His statement was more of a question and Sakura chose to ignore it.

“My head hurts,” Sakura whined, bringing her hands to her temples so that she could massage them with small, methodic circular strokes.

There was another bout of stillness; Sakura trying to ignore the hot flush that suddenly rose to her cheeks while Kiba grumbled under his breath about the unfairness of it all.

“Wait a minute!” Sakura suddenly exclaimed in a high-pitched tone, dropping her hands as her eyes darted to the register. “She never paid for her coffee!”

#MultiSakuMonth2018 #MultiSakuMonth #MultiSakuMonthD2 #InoSaku #SakuIno #Sakura Haruno #Ino Yamanaka #Sakura x Ino #Modern AU #Coffee shop au #Naruto #naruto shippuden #Fanfiction #my fanfiction #Sakura is not having a good day #and Ino isnt making it better #Kiba is just confused #nera writes

[theharlequinwriter]

He’s Just like you.

Summary :  you and sam have a bad fight causing you to leave not knowing your pregnant and its a couple years later

Word count : 2,720

triggers: swearing.

“Dean wheres sam”

I stood on my tip toes looking over deans shoulder looking for my tall boyfriend sam.

“He took of with that demon bitch”

I gritted my teeth.

“Ruby”             I hated her more than anything , I knew that she was lying to us about helping dean outta going to hell but of course we couldn’t took a damn angel to save him. I hated how much sam trusted her , I feel like he would chose her over me , so I avoided the question during fights. I sat back on the couch grabbing my food from the brown bag dean had.

“You okay y/n?”

“Im fine why?”

“You seem upset lately maybe a little bitchy”

I pushed deans arm , taking a bite of my burger. We sat watching movies until at least midnight when sam finally came back in the door. Dean and I both turned now looking at sam who stood there as if he had just gotten off work.

“Where were you sam?”

“With ruby babe”

He walked by grabbing his salad pecking me on the cheek. I heard more footsteps and in walks in the demon herself ruby.

“Why the hell are you here demon bitch”

“Watch you’re tone with me hunter skank”

I walked around the couch coming face to face with ruby.

“Lets go bitch”

I pushed her back , sam came grabbing my hand leading me to the kitchen.

“What the hell y/n”

“Really sam”

“What?”

“You brought her here knowing how I feel about her”

“Shes helping me”

“I can help you sam”

“Not like she can”

“Are you sleeping with the bitch or something”

“What no”

“Then what the hell sam , why am I getting the 3rd degree here”

“Shes helping me y/n more than you or dean ever could”

“Wow sam I stayed with you even after dean went to hell ,I stayed when I found out you’re a demon blood junkie , I stayed even when she came”                                                       “No one asked you too y/n”

His hands now clenching into fist.

“I didnt ask you to stay , you did that all on your own”

“What was I gonna do sam , let you go y2k on everyone and everything?”

“I dont know y/n but it would of been easier if you just left”

“Really why so you could fuck her without feeling guilty after , oh im sorry I mean "helping” you"  

“Actually you know what y/n yes okay yes im fucking ruby ,ya happy now , wanna know why? Cause she doesnt bitch all the time , she doesnt need me to protect her , id rather her have my back at least I can depend on her”

“SAM!”

dean yelled stepping between us.

I felt my heart shatter In pieces, I felt tears forming , I didnt want him to see me cry.

I walked away still hearing him yell at dean about how ruby is better for him than me , how maybe I should just go. I went to our room grabbing everything I could , smashing pictures as I walked around the room.

“Okay  sam , hope your happy”

I walked away grabbing my bag and a little money. I gave dean a hug then I walked out the door not looking back.

I finally got to a cheap hotel where I got a single bed for the weekend. I walked inside falling onto the bed tears falling down my face. How could he say that. I took a shower , getting out my phone had a text from dean.

-hey y/n think it finally hit sam your not coming back , he might try call ya Ill let you know if he does anything stupid and dont worry about ruby ill gank her soon-

I didn’t reply i want sam to worry to realize im not going back.

Its been two months since I left, i decided I need to get a apartment in a little town where supernatural things didn’t occur.  I went into the little market buying some food and shampoo oh and pregnancy test.

I got home taking the test , it came back positive only one guy could be the father.

Sam.

I havent slept with anyone else or even looked at another guy I still loved sam.                    

*TWO YEARS LATER*

“Mommy , mommy look”

I got down on knees taking the drawing out of ethans hand.

My son ethan looks just like his father , he has his eyes and hair , his laugh , smile. He makes me miss sam everyday.

“Thats amazing baby , what is it”

Looking at the drawings it was a very tall person with a cape and what look like dogs.

“Its daddy , you said hes saving people from devil dogs , silly mommy”

I put it on the frige placing him in his seat. I gave him his lunch , he always wanted to know about sam ever since he had a play date with a kid who had both his parents. I told him sam was off saving the world from monsters like ghost and devil dogs. He always asked if his daddy was coming home or will he ever see him.

He was so smart for a child his age. After lunch I asked if he wanted to go to the park to play and feed the ducks.

We got in the car buckling ethan into his seat. When got to the park , ethan took off for the swings. I sat on a bench close enough to see but not so close I can’t see my surroundings. Im still a hunter  after all. Ethan was playing tag with some of his friends when another mom came and sat next to me.

“Hey y/n , how are you”

“Im fine susan ,how are you”

“Honestly a little shook up , some fbi agents came to the house asking about murders”

“Creepy”

“Oh my thats them”

She pointed her finger over at two men in suits , walking twords us. I brushed my hair into my face , I turned to her but she was already gone. As they got closer I could hear them banter back and forth.

“Excuse me miss may we ask you some questions”

I sat up looking up at the man who spoke.

“Hi sam”

His jaw dropped as I spoke to him , I flashed a smile , I jumped up hugging dean before reaching out offering sam a hug. He pulled me in hugging me tightly his hands rested on my lower back. I pulled away still having the smell of him fill my nose

“So what’s going on , I havent heard about any murders”

Dean spoke when sam just stood  there with a big smile across his face.

“Happend in the 80’s thinking its a wendigo who went quite”

“You guys still gotta gank it nice or not a monsters a monster right”

“Right”

Dean winked at me before sam cut in.

“So uhh whats new”

“A little this , a litte that”

I didnt tell him about ethan, I didnt need a absent father in his life Sam kept glancing at the ground then back at me.

“We ganked ruby”

“Oh im sorry ”

“Im not ,she was tricking me”

“Oh well cant trust anyone I guess”

“Ive missed you y/n”

“I miss you too sam”

His smile grew bigger.

“Maybe we can get a drink tonight and talk”

“I can’t im sorry”

“Oh you got a boyfriend or something?”

“No ”

Dean now trying to help his brother spoke now giving me his best charm.

“Why dont the three of us go get a drink and talk about getting the band back together”

“Id love to you guys but I cant”

Sam was about to protest when ethan came running from the playground.

“Mommy , mommy I caught a bug”

I picked him up sitting him on my hip.

“Let me see”

He opend his hand showing a dead cricket"

“Its dead hun”

“I know silly mommy , it was scaring lisa so I saved her , like how daddy saved you from monsters”

I kissed his cheek putting him back down , crouching down I grabbed his hand.

“Go say bye we gotta go home”

He smiled running off to say bye, I stood up sam and dean both wide eyed and speechless.  I waved my hand in front of sams face making him snap out of his trance.

“You have a a a a son?”

“Yea his names ethan”

Sam stayed speachless watching ethan run back to us.

Ethan stood by my side , gripping my pant leg tightly. Sam crouched down pulling out his fake fbi badge.

“Hi im sam”

Ethan grabbed his badge.

“Im ethan”

“Tell him your full name ethan”

ethan tucked his head into my leg before looking back at sam smiling.

“My name is Ethan Samuel Winchester”

Sams head shot up looking at me, he stood up trying to figure out what to say.                                        

“Ethan hunny dont forget your toy”

He ran back to the swings where his toy dragon sat in the sand. Sam finally spoke.

“Is he mine?”

“Yes sam , hes your son”

“When did you find out"                    

"Maybe a month and a half after I left”

“Why didnt you call?”

“Didnt think you would care”

I could see tears filling up his eyes. Ethan walked over , picking him up I gave sam and dean quick hugs before walking to my car , shaky and on the verge of tears.

*sams pov*

Dean and I just killed off the 90 year old wendigo. Dean decided we had a crazy day so the bar was the perfect place to go. We sat down at a table near the back , dean ordered 6 shots of whiskey , 3 for each , and two beers one for each. As we drank my mind kept snapping back to y/n and our son.

“Sammy?”

I snapped out of my day dream to dean cheersing me with his shot.

“So you’re a daddy sam”

“Im not a dad im just the biological father , I wasnt there for anything”

Dean downed his other two shots , so did I. He raised he hand asking for 3

More rounds. We were in the middle of our 3 or was it 5th round with jack when I finally yelled.

“Why the fuck didnt she call me dean? Ya know just be like oh hey sam im pregnant with your child just fyi or a text something”

“You told her to go sam , told her you wanted ruby , that you were cheating on her with ruby , that you wished she left , you made her feel worthless , unloved , unwanted , you were so jacked up on demon blood you didnt care when she walked out the door”

I buried my face in my hands , dean was right , it was my fault she never came back or called , I dont blame her for hiding him from me.

Dean cleared his throat.

“She clearly tells the kid about you”

I looked up at him , feeling tears build behind my eyelids.

“What?”

“She tells the kid about you I mean you didnt hear him say he saved the girl from the bug like his daddy saved her”

My heart beat hard agianst my chest. I had to see her ,tell her everything. I stood up but dean pushed me back into my seat.

“2 more rounds”

After we drank I felt the room spinning , my thoughts jumbled between y/n and ethan , and more alcohol. I walked outside feeling the cold air hit my face.

“Cas!”

I yelled when I heard the sound of wings I turned to see 3 cas’s , he spoke but I couldn’t hear him.

“T-t-t take me to y/n”

Next thing I knew I was infront of a little white house.

*y/n pov*

*BANG BANG*

I ran to the door , it was 2 am who the hell is banging at my door this late. I opened the door to find a very drunk , very sad sam.

“Sam?”

He smiled pulling me to his chest.

“Y/n!!”

I took him inside sitting him on the couch handing him a water bottle.

“Sam what are you doing here?”

“This right here ”

He patted his hands on the couch.

“Is where im meant to be”

“Sam please dont”

“Please just listen”

I sat next to him making sure we didnt touch.

“Y/n im so sorry for how I acted , for what I s s s said , ruby was a lying bitch just l l like you said. She tricked me into horrible things I never had sex with her , I never even looked at her like that , I was so junked up on demon blood that I didnt see that you were what I needed , w w what I need baby.”

I saw tears falling from his eyes now when he spoke.

“Baby you are my world , and we have a son ,  , I dont blame you for keeping him from me, but I I can’t , wont miss anymore of his life or yours , I need you back y/n , im so sorry so so so sorry”

He was now full on crying , I could tell dean had gotten him drunk so he could say how he felt. He looked back at me , his eyes blood shot and his     breath smelling of whiskey.

“He has your eyes sam”

“Really?”

“Yeah , he is just like you more and more everyday”

I felt tears falling down my face.

“Sam you can come back but you have to be here , I wont let you hurt ethan”

“I wont ever hurt eaither of you”

His hands grabbed mine pulling me to him so now I was sitting on his lap facing him. He put one of his hands on my lower back while the other rested on my cheek. He closed the gap between us his lips gently touching mine. I kissed back running my hands through his hair making the kiss deeper.

“Ive missed you so much sam”

I helped him upstairs ,letting him sleep in my bed. As I layed next to him , he wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me into his spooning me.

“Does ethan know about me?”

“Yeah he knows you and dean hunting   monsters like ghost and demons but he thinks your a superhero”

I heard his laugh as we fell asleep. I woke up before sam untangling myself from him. I walked downstairs where ethan sat watching his morning cartoons. I called him over to the kitchen sitting him in his chair I went to the frige grabbing things for pancakes.

“Mommy what’s wrong?”

Ethan looked at me smiling

“Nothing baby”

I walked away from my mixing bowl picking ethan up sitting him on my hip. Grabbing my wallet I took the picture of me sam and dean out handing it to him.

“That right there is your uncle dean , hes really brave and the tall guy thats your daddy sam he’s my hero”

Ethan smiled holding the picture, I walked into the kitchen sitting him down on the floor. I heard steps coming from upstairs.

“Ethan hun I have a surprise for you”

His head snapped up looking at me with wonder.

“What is it mommy?”

“I want you to look at that picture real close”

As he squinted his eyes , sam came down standing at the walk way into the kitchen.

“Now ethan look up”

Ethan looked up from the picture , as his eyes met sam , the biggest smile formed across his face.

“DADDY!!!”

he ran over grabbing sams legs as sam picked him up.

“Daddy your back!”

Sam hugged him tears falling down his face.  His eyes locked onto mine.

“Daddys home now ethan”

After breakfast dean came over so ethan could know his family. As sam and I did dishes his hands grabbed my hips spining me around so now I was face to face with him.

“Y/n I wanna be a family”

“We are sam”

“I wanna make it offical”

He reached into his pocket pulling out a ring.

“I know its not much but will you marry me ?”

“Yes sam oh my lord yes”

He kissed me , my hands tangled in jis hair as we parted I could hear ethan and dean.

“Ew mommy and daddy are kissing”

“I know right gross”

I smiled at sam , knowing he will always be there for ethan and I

#Littlebrothersammyimagines #sam winchester imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader

[fantasydaydreamers]

OKAY so Queen Kiwi ( @dark-and-kawaii-writings ) made a BNHA Questionnaire and it’s so cute I wanted to do it :,) ENJOY MY ANSWERS LMAO I TAG EVERYONE WHO EVEN BOTHERS TO FOLLOW ME AND I PROBABLY WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND.

 SOME THIRSTY ASS RESPONSES ARE AHEAD.

1. Who would you take with you to a Haunted house?

   Obviously Bakugou! Omg when he and Todoroki did that “Test of Bravery” thingy all they said was “Oh.” I mean...I would probably be screaming and crying in the haunted house and Bakugou would probably get pissed off because it would’ve been MY dumbass idea to go in one in the first place and he wouldn’t get scared and drag me out. My ass would look at him, “My hero..” headass LMAO

2. Carve a pumpkin with Toga or Make pumpkin pie with Dabi?

    Pumpkin pie with Dabi! I would probably ask him if he could just hold the pan and cook the pie with his flames. I actually feel like we would pick on each other a lot if he was real.

3. Visit a pumpkin patch with Shigaraki or Bob for apples with Twice?

    Awh I love pumpkin patches!!!! Definitely would go to one with Shigaraki. Can you imagine getting a picture of him smiling with a pumpkin awhwhwhwh

4. Trick or Treat with Deku or Watch scary movies with Bakugou?

    Okay so I’m so over trick or treating and I hate scary movies. I would probably suck it up and watch scary movies with Bakugou. I will have an excuse to hug and cuddle him.

5. Who would you dress up with and party with?

    Mina. She seems like such a party girl and I feel like we would have a lot of fun together. She would bring my inner party-animal!

6. Who would you get lost in a corn maze with?

   Omg the whole Bakusquad. We would probably be a bunch of idiots trying to get out and Bakugou threating to burn everything down and getting pissed off. I would probably be laughing the whole time.

7. Rent a Cabin in the mountains with Aizawa or Give Out Candy with All Might?

    Ooohh...a cabin sounds nice, but I don’t really like Aizawa like that so probably give out candy with All Might and I could look at all the cute costumes the kids would wear!!

8. Which character(s) would you date in real life?

    I would flirt with Bakugou so hard. I would be so slick with it y’all....it’s not even funny.

9. Which character closely mirrors your type?

    This is hard. Because realistically and truthfully, I like boys who are taller than me. I’m 5′10 (approx. 182 cm I think???) and Bakugou is at 5′7 BUT they are still first years in high school so they clearly have time to grow still. Also, this is kinda sad, but I’ve never had a boyfriend so I don’t know what my type is eeshjgfkl.

10. Which character do you find underrated?

      Sero? That boy needs more attention/screen time. He’s like Spider-man. I mean...c’mon. Imagine his inspiration for becoming a hero is Spider-man and he had a onesie and always dressed like him for Halloween when he was little. He’s so adorable. I hope he has a major episode sometime in the future.

11. Overrated Character?

      So...I know Deku is the main character of the series and it's about him...but sometimes I get annoyed with how he is portrayed and how repetitive he seems.

12. Which character would you love as your friend?

     Mina for sure. She seems like she would be such a good person to go to for advice and just an overall good person to be around.

13. Who would be your son Tamaki or Kirishima?

      Kirishima! He’s so sweet it’s so cute. I feel like we would get along great if he was real.

14. Bakugou or Deku?

     B A K U G O U  THAT SEXY MOTHERFUCKER. I actually have quite a few things to say about the whole Bakugou or Deku situation...but its a lot of my thoughts jumbled together. I would really need to sit down and sort them out. 

15. Go shark diving with Hawks or go to a food truck festival with Fatgum?

     Uhhhh? Shark diving with Kiwi.

16. Who would you go to when having a bad day?

     Bakugou...I had a terrible day at work a month ago and I came anonymously to Kiwi and asked about a Bakugou x reader comfort scenario and I briefly explained my situation. She wrote a beautiful fic and it made me feel comforted (seriously thank you because that day has since changed the way I view my job and my boss) I would love to come home and just cuddle Bakugou after having a shitty day. And fall asleep in his arms.

17. If you could have any Quirk, who’s or what would it be?

     Okay so I have really really thought about this. I feel like if I was in the BNHA world, I would be quirkless. And even if I did have a quirk, I don’t know if I would have the balls to be a hero...or even want to. BUT if I did have a quirk, I would probably want a quirk like Recovery Girl. I would probably be a healer or something and maybe “being a hero” meaning I would help the citizens and heroes. Bakugou’s personal nurse. I’m not sorry about saying this. I deadass mean it.

18. Who’s fashion sense is most like yours?

      Toru because all the cute looks I put on goes unnoticed

19. Train with All Might, Eraserhead, Midnight, or Present Mic?

      DUDE ALL MIGHT HAD DEKU BUFF IN LIKE 3-4 MONTHS?!!? I want some abs??? But not like buff-buff...Omg I want to be trained by Gunhead!!!

20. Who’s your Waifu?

      Momo! She’s my sugar mama hahahahha

21. Husbando?

     Take a wild fucking guess. Bakugou. I love him so fucking much dude. I’m so happy he’s getting more love in the fandom. He really deserves it.

22. A team of Four, who’s on your team?

     Me, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari. Me, Kami and Kiri would joke about being called the Fantastic Four. (Hhahahah we love a dream foursome)

23. If you could bring back one Villain in the series who would it be?

     Bring back??? Where’d they go??? Dabiiiiiii    

24. Get ordered around by Endeavor(Enji Todoroki) or Overhaul(Kai Chisaki)?

     OKAYOKAYOKAY here's the thing!!!! I haven’t read the manga, so I don’t know about this Kai dude but I’ve read some fanfics and seen some things and ma’am....I would not mind? I don’t think? The only way I considered Endeavor is because Kiwi did this Todoroki post on “Who would give you the best orgasm” and my thoughts on Endeavor altered a bit.

25. Who would you Netflix with *wiggles eyebrows*?

     Fuck yes Netflix and chill with my Explosion Boy. WE’RE BREAKING IN THE COUCH TONIGHT BITCH AHAHAHA. I probably would instigate it too tbfh.

26. Which characters do you find the most attractive?

     Okay all the answers to these are now about Bakugou. How many times do I have to say that boy has my heart and I would sell my soul if I could be with him and he was real. (well maybe not my soul because then I wouldn’t be alive?)

27. Any characters you fell for strictly of their personality?

     So it’s funny how I picked Bakugou. I was staring at my screen, I squinted and pointed at him and said out loud, “I want him.” (It’s funny because I did the SAME thing when I watched KnB for the first time and saw Kise.)

28. Which character always makes you laugh?

      Twice made me laugh a few times. No one has really stuck out to me as someone funny. I just sit there watching the show and make myself laugh. I swear I’m so funny ya’ll

29. Who would you have as bridesmaids or groomsmen?

      Idk but Kiwi is the priest.      

30. Who’s the best bird boy, Hawks or Tokoyami!

      Tokoyami! (Like I said previously...I don’t know much about these new characters jahgfjhsjh I’m not reading the manga) but I love that lil emo bird.

#thank you kiwi for these cute ass questions #you need to answer them yourself too #my hero academia #my post #questions

[transssexualheart]

oh my god I need to learn to groom my face for gender reasons. some days I want a clean shave but I fear I'll want it right back as soon as I cut it off. but I just saw someone very androgynous looking pulling off a clean shave and thick sideburns and I could totally rock that. my sideburns are the fullest part of my facial hair- I wish the rest would get to that level, but maybe after a few more years of hrt. I did start microdosing for a good while there, but I'm now back on the full dose (a little bit more this time, I think) and I think my voice might even be getting a little deeper again already too...but maybe that's just me. I want to grow a thick mustache. anyway I'm taking the day off today because I woke up at midnight to throw up painfully and I think it's because I might have serotonin syndrome because this dumb fucking doctor wanted me to take two SSRIs at once and told me to stay on both for the rest of the month and I've been feeling weird lately. I can't even remember how long ago I started feeling weird. I sort of feel like everything is in this dreamlike state and when I try to think of what life has been like lately it gets all jumbled up in my head. I confuse real life with a dream. I feel like I'm dreaming a lot. also, I'm really anxious lately sometimes, even though before the anxiety med was helping. I think it still is curbing the anxiety to some extent, but I feel some old fears returning, and I've retreated into freeze response when something stresses me out. also I have headaches a lot lately, they're usually pretty dull and manageable with aspirin and weed but often times I have this hanging lingering headache in the back of my mind and the front of my head. also, my brain just hurts. I feel fucking bad. also obviously I threw up. nobody else in my house is throwing up, and I don't really get sick. I have a strong immune system and I'll usually be the last, so if I'm throwing up it means something inside my body is off balance, either I put bad food or drugs into it, or something is wrong with one of my organs. seeing as how I already suspected mild serotonin syndrome, vomiting is a symptom, and I threw up everything I ate yesterday five hours ago, I'm going to call my doctor when they open. hopefully they open on a Saturday. I feel bad having called into work but I threw up Christ's sake... that's always my rule. I never call out unless I physically cannot get to work safely or I've thrown up. All other times I can make excuses for myself about how I'm probably fine because I ALWAYS feel like shit, I'm probably NOT sick, but if I throw up it's like... okay. fine. something is wrong. because even though it happens fairly often lately tbh it's not regular at all and sometimes its a stomach bug I finally caught, sometimes it's food I shouldn't have trusted, sometimes it's kidney stones, and maybe sometimes it's serotonin syndrome. these are all valid reasons to call out of work, but I just wanna work through anything. damn my father for giving me that attitude. there's no point to this post I'm smoking my bong and thinking thoughts here, just trying to get thru this brainweird. it's 5am, that's when my shift usually starts. I'm going to go back to bed soon

#rain rambles #long post

[alluran]

if you like causin’ trouble up in hotel rooms and if you like having secret little rendezvous

a/n: I wrote at least a year and a half ago, so there are some things that probably don’t actually count as canon, but canon compliant. This happens before Shiro disappears and there’s one reference to a Garrison flashback when they’re younger that’s shown in s7e1, but no season 7 spoilers. also, I haven’t written is a long time, but I wanted to do something so here is 4k+ of bonding and revelations

It was easier to slink into the control room unnoticed than he thought it would be with Coran and Pidge keeping the weirdest hours and the space mice popping up out of nowhere constantly. Keith moved to a control board, holding his breath as he listened to the Castle’s hum in the quiet hour.

He had fumbled a bit trying to get Allura’s light show up and running - he wasn’t even trying to get it settled on one particular constellation, just reached a hand out to follow the trail of a comet in motion when suddenly the entire projection went spinning. He slammed his eyes shut against the onslaught of dizziness, though the lights still danced behind his eyelids, and threw his arms up; a yell torn from his lips.

The rough growl of his voice echoed in the room, he opened his eyes frantically glancing back toward the hall way to make sure someone hadn’t heard him or could be running to investigate.

Could blaming it on lingering phantom venom in the castle still be within the realm of blame? Ooor had he expired that excuse when he had broken the-

Keith shook his head, turning back from the doorway to the projection. He wasn’t expecting the Milky Way - that would have been too cliche and besides, he wasn’t really looking for that one - but wherever he did land, had more than plenty to look at. He sucked in a breath, there were at least 14 planets and maybe a hundred moons. Planets with thin rings or wide rings. One smaller planet was almost completely hidden behind its many rings that looped and expanded like the years on a tree. His eyes traced the room at a crawl and it could have been seconds or hours or maybe the entire night by the time his eyes fell to his shoes, studying the neon storms curling over varying constellations and blips of untold worlds on moons and planets and asteroid belts hovering by his ankles. The blue lights were stark against the scuffed up knees of his black jeans where they glowed and pulsed with life. He - carefully, very carefully not to send the entire room spinning again - raised his hands, slowly uncurling his fingers and okay he felt something watching the light of stars wink back up at him from his palms.

He huffed a laugh, “The Garrison’s got nothing on this.”

Keith shrugged out of his jacket, folding it end over end before placing it on floor. The cool temperature of the floor felt good against his back and shoulders, slowly easing him down from the high of beating another one of the gladiator’s levels. It soothed the dull, satisfying ache in his muscles.

Space didn’t really adhere to internal time clocks (adjusting their human bodies to the constant dark of space had been the worst and deemed fit to even deal them jet lag that lasted for whatever two and a half weeks looked like out here.), but at least on some biological basis Earthlings and Alteans had synchronized enough that there was a solid block of time where everyone was quiet, sleeping or getting around to it. When they converted 24 hours to ticks for Allura and Coran had gone on for ages how infinitesimal human days were, how no wonder why they were still primitive. It had been a trip and he still got a migraine thinking about the formulas and charts that had littered the control room in the mathematical process.

So, he didn’t believe Coran and Allura literally went to bed when they did, Altean days had translated to around 32 hours with only six of them needed for rest.

Altean militia worked on four.

Children and adolescents were given eight, but when you reached maturity and able-bodied it was considered lazy.

Honestly, he was just glad Shiro had made it apparent from day one that sleep wasn’t really a matter of negotiation with humans, especially teenagers. He omitted the little detail where the Garrison trained them like the army, up and in uniform before the sun so much as grazed the horizon. Keith didn’t need nine to nine and a half each night, but the look on Coran and Allura’s faces when Shiro had told them stopped Keith from correcting him.

A middle ground was found and, unfortunately, an automatic timer had been put in place on the training deck to shut down after a certain time at ‘night’- as requested by Shiro, chief of curfew police.

Which is what brought him here, breath evening out and muscles still buzzing with an entire solar system arced around him. It reminded him of the desert - weird, since it wasn’t like the desert at all and he hated the desert towards the end of it. The wind had been brutal out there sometimes, turning the skin on his face raw (which is why he had to start wearing the bandanna, not as a fashion statement in homage to old cowboy movies like Lance had accused him of), but it was far off the Garrison’s radar, and property line, he had checked. Not so much that he was biased, which he unabashedly was, the Garrison worked more like a prison with curfew enforcers (guards that probably did a term on the brute squad) and always a light on, somewhere. Of course the instructors and government officials didn’t have curfews, certainly not for the scientists constantly churning out new tech to beat out other countries. Midnight and sometimes you could barely see your shadow on the sidewalk.

But the desert?

Miles and miles and miles out from the Garrison?

It was like space.

He’d use the filched hovercraft and siphoned the fuel energy to get it running just to go out farther, as far as he could go with enough to get there and back and a little left over in case something came up. There was a trail of ridges cut out from thousands of years erosion that he could lay out on and it was like it was just him and the sky - no other point of land high enough to break his line of sight, to break the illusion. It’s what he felt in the cockpit, piloting to the highest point in the sky until the only thing bringing him down was the radio fuzz laced with the familiar, warm voice of his instructor telling him the takeoff example had sufficiently been done 1200 feet ago-

“Now, bring it back in, cadet, before Iverson really does think you’ve hot-wired it this time.”

He chuckled into the comm, “Hey, all he had was a chip on his shoulder and circumstantial evidence, but copy that.”

Just him and the sky.

It set something like butterflies loose in his stomach.

Back in the desert, he got the chance to remap the sky like he did as a kid, not in vectors or pounds of air pressure, but constellations. He’d all but forgotten about the stories he had strung together to memorize the placement of each if you looked backward or forward, up or down. He always liked Aquila the Eagle in summer and Ursa Major the Great Bear in spring, but his favorite was Orion in winter even the relentless teasing from Shiro about Keith always being ready for a fight too hadn’t bothered him (he may have gotten one or two newer digs in since of course Keith’s bayard is a sword).

Sure he missed the familiarity of the Milky Way, but it wasn’t so bad laying under the jumbled mass of stars he didn’t know the names of. It gave him a little bit of freedom, no human eyes had laid on the stars or planets and he could trace out his own constellations - like the mice or maybe one that immortalizes the time he punched Sendak, he’s not picky.

He fit his hand under his head, cushioning it better against the floor and stretched out a leg. He could lay there for hours, even if it meant getting two hours sleep tops before Shiro was knocking on his door for wake-up ca-

“Closing time, open all the doors and let you out into the world. Closing time, turn all of the lights on over e-ver-y boy and e-ver-y girl.”

Keith cursed under his breath and sat up, mentally scanning through a list of escape possibilities. Maybe if he made a run for it Lance (because it was obviously Lance, no one had that much bravado singing to themselves in the middle of the night - let alone that song - and because the universe hated him.) wouldn’t catch him? He could easily hide out in a shadowed corner of the room while Lance cut the projection, mumbling to himself about it being Pidge.

Keith would never be the first suspect, when she’d left it up and running more times than any of them could count.

But was that what happened?

No.

“Closing time, you don’t have to go home, but ya can’t stay here. I know who I want to take me ho-”

The second he sat up and turned around it was just in time to startle Lance on his way past the doorway, he jumped at the sudden movement, frozen in some weird combative stance that just highlighted his lanky limbs and then, took to blinking owlishly back at Keith once he snapped back to himself. His thin brows rose high on his forehead when they made eye contact and Keith groaned as Lance pulled out one of his earbuds. Keith could hear the guitar riffs all the way from his spot halfway across the room. Didn’t he know that could cause him permanent hearing loss? And being a Paladin sort of meant they were supposed to be at their peak form. It was torture watching Lance look around the room slowly, so agonizingly slowly. He was going to ride Keith’s case about being some dopey romantic laying under the stars for weeks, probably years knowing Lance.

He was doomed.

There was no way he was getting out of this.

He’d be nagged and laughed at for being some dopey romantic that took long naps under artificial stars.

Lance nodded his head once, “‘Sup.”

Keith narrowed his eyes. “I’ll punch you if you tell anyone.”

Lance snorted and rolled his eyes as he walked into the room, “That’s dramatic. Dunno what you’ve got going on in that messy mullet head of yours but I guarantee you ‘likes to cool down after training by watching the stars’ is weak material - we were literally enrolled in the same school because we like this stuff. Mind if I pull up a jacket?”

He didn’t say anything, only narrowed his eyes and scooted his jacket over so they wouldn’t be sitting so close together.

Lance sighed, folding his jacket over and fixing the hood as extra cushion. When he laid down, he offered Keith one of the ear pieces on his headphones, turning his phone off and pocketing it with both earbuds when Keith shook his head. It was almost unnerving having someone do that, making a show of giving him their undivided attention and wanting to include him without a second thought. Especially when it came from Lance ‘KEITH AND LANCE, NECK-AND-NECK, RIVAL PILOTS’ McClain.

Lance situated his hands under his head and looked up.

Keith had barely caught the almost imperceptible gasp from Lance. Part of him hated that he only did because he was still watching him.

Not in a weird way. He just still wasn’t convinced this wasn’t going to turn into some sort of roast at his expense, he had to keep his guard up.

“This isn’t the Milky Way.”

“Nope.”

“It’s not any of the ones we’ve received distress signals from either?” Lance scanned the room fervently and Keith distantly wondered if he saw the same constellations or if he formed his own on the unexplored frontier.

Keith laid back down, looking back up at the stars and waving his hand in the air. “Nah, but finding this one...wasn’t exactly intentional. Just, uh, don’t wave your arms in the air or anything like that. Trust me.”

“Got it.” The blue paladin tilted his head, shuffling his legs as he moved the toe of his sneaker out of the rings of a planet. “When I was a kid, I went through at least 20 packs of those glow-in-the-dark stars and planets.” Lance laughed, “I’m pretty sure the white sticky tack is permanently fused into our ceiling.”

Lance looked over at him, expectantly, and Keith felt apprehension, they were sharing, this was a thing, before the words came stumbling far too easily. “I never got to do the glow-stars-on-the-ceiling thing, I never stayed anywhere long enough.”

For a moment, he’s afraid he’s broken some unspoken agreement when Lance flinched, like the clunky words had punched his side. Keith was sure everyone knew his business after the incident with Griffin, the Garrison was overrun with gossips and rumor mills and, unfortunately, he had been the unlucky candidate to have their rumor confirmed as fact. Just as he thought he was going to drown in awkward and be left to wallow in his crap communication skills, Lance spoke up.

“Did you ever want them?”

Keith huffed bemusedly, “Not really, my dad and I lived in the desert, so we saw the real thing that far out from the base. I didn’t really care to notice space as a career or anything until I was shipped off to the Garrison. It was kind of a last stop as a ward of the state - either make something of my life and stop being a parasite on society or go back to juvenile detention.”

Lance cringed. “That sounds like one of Iverson’s more rallying pep talks. Dude, that’s...that’s quiznaked. Or is Quiznacked?”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re saying them the say way, does it really matter?” Keith shrugged. “I didn’t always know I wanted this or even liked it, but then, I did. I didn’t mind the lectures or the homework or mandatory assignments that had us set an alarm at 2 a.m. to catch a meteor shower if it got at the pilot controls.”

“Who knew? Keith Kogane actually listening in class.” Lance scrunched his eyebrows in thought, his words hedged nervously. “But, you never paid attention in the classes we had together? That is, when you bothered to show up at all.”

“Things changed after my first handful of times in the simulator and I got assigned to pilot class. It was fine for awhile, Shiro was the instructor and he bailed me out of hot water I don’t know how many times. For the first time, I could see something past detention halls and rides shoved in the back of official vehicles. He was even looking into guardianship papers.”

Lance’s face lit up. “No way, man.”

“Yeah, it was pretty cool. But then, the Kerberos assignment came up and Shiro had to leave for prep and Iverson stepped in. ‘The Garrison Machine’ started to make sense to me and I hated it. People wouldn’t stop pushing me further and further - Takashi Shirogane was going up into space and there was someone that needed to fill in as top of the class, the next Garrison success story.

“Suddenly, Shiro wasn’t coming back and it went from being honed for his place to “Maybe you can learn from his mistakes.” Got caught breaking curfew to pilot illegal space crafts on a racing circuit and on top of my grades and the fights, that was it.” Keith sat up and rested his arms on his knees. “I had kinda forgotten what it was like to look up at the sky and not see government chains.”

“Understandable.” Lance shrugged as he stood, aloof. “That’s great and all - I mean, congrats on finding your passion again - but using your free time just laying underneath a projection isn’t the solution, Black Parade.”

Keith bristled, his voice racking up a few octaves again. “Are you kidding me?! We were having a moment, I just spilled my guts out to you!” Lance ignored him to shut down the projection and Keith felt his blood pressure rise. Every single time. “Nope, don’t remember. Didn’t happen.”

“You’re an a-”

“Take a deep breath, Mayday Parade.“ The blue paladin scoffed and waved his arms dramatically. “My point is: you’re spending all of your time down here when the real thing is right there, man. C’mon, I have something to show you.”

Keith threw his hands up and huffed. “Wh- Those aren’t even the same thing, Lance. One is a song and the other is a band.”

Lance cackled and he realized too late that he had walked into something. “You would know, mullet. Now, let’s jet.”

Keith didn’t get a chance to answer as Lance yanked him to his feet and dragged him toward the door. It was almost dizzying the amount of hallways and turns he was pulled in. Just when he thought they would be lost in the far caverns of the Castle for eternity, they passed a door and Lance threw on the emergency breaks, nearly reverse slingshot-ting them into the door frame.

“I found this place about a month or so ago when I definitely not snooping.”

“How am I supposed to take that sentence as you not actively admitting you were snooping?”

“I’ll have you know, I was stumbling innocently back from the bathroom and missed our hallway at whatever substitutes as 3 a.m. around here.”

“Fair enough.”

Lance yanked him in front of a door, it was just like every single other door in the castle - crisp and shiny and suspiciously clean if Lance had been coming back and forth here. He was not about to release his breath yet because this wasn’t a Saturday morning cartoon where hidden rooms or forbidden wings were marked with a creepy encryption or giant, bold faced letter spelling KEEP OUT. Allura’s sudden wrath if the mice sent her some ESP message that they were lurking around her house and just going wherever they pleased was a lot more likely though.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, everyone had learned through individualized experiences the hard way about expecting or assuming certain outcomes from Lance’s ‘surprises’, Lance finally dropped his hand to enter a code into the key pad, bringing Keith to another detailed revelation.

Since when did Lance keep up physical contact with him for extended periods of time without griping about it? (i.e. the cuffs, any time they had to train in pairs, or that one time they were the only ones cuffed as a punishment because Coran couldn’t find a garment big enough to fit both of them after Pidge enlightened him on ‘Get Along’ shirts.) And since when was he not painfully aware of every second of physical contact? He blamed Shiro’s comforting dad shoulder pats that lingered for just the right amount of time and Hunk’s not-really-terrible group hugs. The point was, it was still Lance.

Oil and water or, after that one mission, lighter fluid.

It wasn’t a bad thing, it just shocked him.

The doors swooshed open, scrambling Keith out of his thoughts as Lance swept an arm out in a grand gesture. “After you.”

An observation deck definitely wasn’t one of his possible guesses.

The air lock? Yeah, maybe. But not this. “It’s an observation deck, Lance.”

“Thank you, dropout.”

“When are you going to let that go? And technically, you, Pidge, and Hunk are dropouts too, so that insult is null and void.”

“Okay, but we dropped out to save the universe, you dropped out to go sulk in a sand dune.”

His fingers flexed at his side, palm warm and begrudgingly memorizing the feel of Lance’s next to his. He wanted to get along with the team, he didn’t particularly enjoy feeling like the last pick in gym class any time he hung out with Pidge, Hunk, and Lance while they talked endlessly about inside jokes and stories, but he figured it would be harder than this. Keith couldn’t name the day or hour or which planet they had been on when he and Lance didn’t constantly need a buffer or ref. It had been irritating sure after a year out in the desert doing his own, quiet thing whenever, going from that to knowing that he could have been walking off the edge of a cliff and Lance would still be trailing a few paces behind him and working to catch up - talking about marketplace stalls that looked cool or complaining about one of their old professors or asking if it mattered which restroom he went in or goading him into making puns or carrying on a conversation in puns after he had found out that Keith had seen The Princess Bride more than once and knew some of the references.

It was a...development.

That still didn’t change the fact he was standing on a regular, old training deck. He scrunched his eyebrows as he looked into the dark room, eyes trailing deliriously high to follow the dome of the ceiling.

“A little faith, please, Keith.” Lance quipped as he watched Keith look increasingly doubtful.

“Okay, last time you said that we almost wound up in jail on Zowhara and got a month of pod-cleaning duty for the trouble and time it took Allura and Shiro to get us out.”

“Anyways, the point is this isn’t like the other training decks and it’s worth it.” Lance jerked his head in a direction, sliding his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and turning on his heel.

Begrudgingly, Keith followed. Even if it turned out to be a legitimate claim the ‘it’s not like the others’ statement made him concerned and someone had to be there in case Lance somehow wound up getting yanked out into space - again. He felt a little validated in his worry when Lance traipsed up to a window not blocked by a safety handrail.

So he didn’t feel like his hesitancy was unfounded.

He hung back as Lance turned to see if he was following, he looked like he wanted to tease Keith for being the red paladin - temperamental, fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants, zero impulse control - and hesitating, but he didn’t. Not even an eye roll, just grinned at him. “You ever see Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”

Keith laughed full and loud, the sound echoing off through the high ceiling. He barely managed to wheeze, “Suddenly, everything about you makes sense.”

“Ha-ha. Hilarious. Just get over here, chuckles. We don’t have all night, our wake-up call is in four hours and I want to get some rest.”

Keith felt an old reflex curl on his tongue, the “You didn’t have to stay with me.” all too ready. Hunk had graciously walked him through that one, just because they hadn’t known Keith as long didn’t mean they saw him as less of a friend. He still had a long road ahead of him working through what too many foster placements and a solitary year in the desert did. Lance raised his eyebrow, silently calling him out on it, daring him to say it out loud.

“Get over here, Kogane.” Lance faced the window again, shuffling forward until his toes were touching the window, the bright white of them reflecting in the glass. He bent forward, until his head was angled down against it.

Keith copied his stance, his hair tickling his nose where it was flattened between him and the glass, and looked down, only managing a pathetic attempt at actual words and resigning himself to an audible gasp. Lance mercifully didn’t throw the embarrassing sound back in his face, but Keith could hear his smiles in his words.

“It’s awesome, right? Back in Cuba, I would wake up right before dawn to get to the beach. There were so many of us that it was a thrill just in itself getting changed and out the door without someone waking up or already awake. We’re a big family and I love them, love being around them constantly, but going out there in the morning was my quiet space. I’d paddle out as far as I could.” Something Keith doesn’t think is for him to see flits and settled itself across Lance’s face. There’s a tilt to one side of his mouth that lifted up in a way he hadn’t seen before. His eyes looked out onto the galaxy, but it wasn’t the stars he was seeing judging by the light and distant glaze that envelope his eyes.

‘Varadero,’ Keith’s mind supplied, the scene forming in his head like he could smell the ocean and hear the lapping of the waves or caw of birds. The crisp wind whipping past him. It’s something private and-

Oh.

“I’d get to where the shore was behind me and everything in my direction was sun and sky and the sun lighting up the ocean. In one tiny second of time, the sky and the water are the same and it’s just...just-

“It all feels like flying, y’know? Like, that part in the simulator where you have to maneuver through the tailspin and a dive and it looks like it’s just you free falling into nothing but sky, but way better.”

Him and sky.

And Lance.

#Keith #Lance #klance #Voltron: Legendary Defender #the writing tag #i've stared at this for too long so sorry for any mistakes #I may eventually give it more time and editing to put up on my ao3 #cliche 1d song and i'm only a little sorry

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Darkened Night

the series read as follows:

Superman … Monday … Cheezy Pouffs … Bacon … Stumbling … Trail Mix …  Punch … Friday … Preparation … Uncle Mudler … Normal … Backseat … Mudler-sense … The FBI … Unthinkable … Patience … Elephant Jokes … Cooking … Rickety Tables … Mr. Skimmer … Bert and Ernie … Midnight Confessions … The Moon … Bright Sunshine ... Graying Skies

@today-in-fic  @fictober

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Hell existed in that room. The devil resided there, lingering in corners, filling crevices, cracks, shadowing air with evil, thick, heavy, palpable.

Mulder wanted to set the entire place on fire and walk away laughing.

Banging his head against the wall became secondary relief to arsonary evidence destruction. He wasn’t alone in the two-bedroom, unassuming apartment but he might as well have been, his mind buried so far in wanton annihilation that everything else disappeared. Skinner crossed his path every so often, leaving Mulder to stare at papers, journals – why the fuck did they always keep records of their rambling, Schizophrenic, fragmented psyche to taunt him – and that damn religious icon.

Cross, image, vestment, book, candle, verse … he may not believe in any god, be it little ‘g’ god or big ‘G’ God but he was damn certain that you didn’t show your love for your god/God by killing somebody else.

He seriously could have been a mousy professor in some dusty college who followed supernatural blogs and crawled into bed with his Scully every night, life unassuming, heart full, soul intact, ignorance bliss.

With a final bang to the dirty white walls, his forehead throbbed while he returned to shitty reality.

What the fuck was wrong with humanity?

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Scully showed up, Scully disappeared, Skinner passed, Collins talked, Scully reappeared, Mulder felt sunlight, squinted, fell asleep in the car. Hand cramped from writing, eyes blurry from reading, sirens loud, then quiet in his ears, Kevlar heavy, wind warm, gunfire earsplitting, blood red, skin soft, skin smooth.

“What day is it?”

“Saturday night.” Scully slid her hand across his back.

Harsh moments flooded his mind and sitting up, he began pawing at her, “are you okay? I remember blood. Are you hurt?” Moving his hands across her, he felt his own chest, face, shifted back to her, hands wrapping tightly around shoulders when he realized she wasn’t screaming in agony as he groped, “when did we find him?”

Her cool hand went to his forehead, heat calming with her touch, her other palm to his cheek, “you and Barton worked out two possible scenarios. The second was correct and there was gunfire but you’re fine. Barton and Collins took hits to the leg, shoulder and right flank but they’re alive and home. I bought you here Friday morning and you fell asleep.”

She hated his mind at times for doing this to him, overloading and overwhelming until he lost days but his next sentence still made her smile, “no wonder I have to pee so badly.” Twisting out of bed, he groaned and hunched, waiting until his muscles had enough control of his bladder to get moving without catastrophic consequences. Scully followed, to keep him upright if necessary but once he was standing in the bathroom, he shooed her away, “I don’t need shy bladder happening right now … I can taste the pee in the back of my throat.”

With a small chuckle she kept to herself, she rolled around the doorframe, out of sight but not out of sound. Once again, he passed the minute-mark like a champ, only stopping after a minute, 28. Quiet returned and Scully leaned around the jamb, “you completely destroyed your old record.”

He was standing at the sink now, head hanging, tired again, “yay me. I need some sleep.”

She came up beside him, rumpled but still breath-taking in his eyes, “go back to bed. I’ll go make you a sandwich. You haven’t had much since Monday.”

Taking her hand, he pulled her back to the bedroom, nearly running into the wall, mid-course correction bringing him within half an inch of plasterboard, “horizontal. Sleep. Company. You.”

“English. Useless. Food. Necessary. Five minutes. Max.”

“Blar. No mayo.”

Because sandwich making skills peaked at 11:17pm, she also whispered to Maggie, who had just gone to bed, that Mulder was awake before returning upstairs, roast beef sandwich in hand. “Eat.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

First bite made him ravenous, second and third bite finished it off, Scully watching in concerned awe. If he didn’t choke, it would be amazing.

He did not.

She’d figured he’d go back to sleep but his eyes remained open, staring at the ceiling, hand making lazy circles, ovals, lopsided ellipses, some kind of absent-minded geometric shapes across her thigh until she broke the silence, “penny for your thoughts.”

His finger hesitated for a fraction, then continued its repetitive path, “I’m just listening to the quiet.”

“Enjoying?”

Now he wrapped the hand around her thigh, heat seeping into fingers, “I’m not sure. My head’s been so loud for a week that I think I like it but I don’t know.”

Making sure she didn’t twist his wrist too much, she turned on her side, trapping his hand, “would you like to talk or just listen to me trying to breathe through my slightly stuffy nose?”

Kissing her forehead, he wiggled his fingers just for fun, “how about you sing to me?”

“Elvis or Guns ‘n’ Roses?”

“You trying to kill me over here?”

“Just trying to make you happy.”

Removing his hand from her warmth, he turned to face her, fingers finding skin stretched over her spine, “you already do.”

“Do I still have to sing then?”

Now he laughed, chuckling into her forehead, “nope but maybe you can open the window so we can listen to the rain.”

“It’s raining?” Lifting her head, she could just make out the sounds, then slithering from his grasp to do as asked. Ten seconds later, she was back and both were lulled to half-asleep dreams by the steady rain on the kitchen window tin roof overhang.

He roused her awhile later, just as the first rumblings of thunder ambled across the sky, whispering into the pillow, sound asleep, “don’t make me go back.”

Fighting the urge to shake him awake, she twisted, sitting up quickly, hand on his shoulder blade, stroking the peak, “I won’t. You don’t have to go back at all.”

She noticed his hands fisted beneath the pillow and deciding her singular touch wasn’t enough, she swung her leg over his thighs, settling on his butt, massaging shoulders and coercing tense muscles with practiced digits, trying to make out his mumblings, “I don’t want to go back.”

“Mulder, you don’t have to go back.”

Suddenly he turned over, nearly tossing her off the bed. She held her ground, however, letting him finish his rotating while she held onto the mattress, sheets tangling into a nightmarish wad near her knees. Once he was facing her again, his eyes open this time, “what?”

Seeing he had absolutely no recollection of what he said, she leaned onto him, his arms automatic around her waist, “you don’t have to go back. Wherever ‘there’ is, you don’t have to go back.”

And he remembered.

Eyes closing instantly, “yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t. You caught the men. They cleaned out the room. It’s finished.”

Never more honest in his life, he finally met her confusion, “I meant the Bureau.”

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He’d dropped his statement on her at 3:18am, then disappeared out the front door, running in the rain, walking in the rain, eventually coming home to sit quietly in the rain on the damp front porch while ignoring the world around him.

Scully stared at the ceiling once she realized he’d left the house. He’d quietly tossed that bomb at her, then excused himself for a drink of water. When the front door shut, she didn’t move to go after him, scooting to his rapidly cooling side of the bed to wait it out, her mind running in the circles she imagined Mulder’s body was under the thundering sky.

He didn’t want to go back to the FBI.

But like the good Mulder he was, regardless of emotional turmoil or highly developed escapism techniques, he let her know when he got home, opening the front door of the house with its telltale squeak but not coming in. He knew she was awake. She would find him when she was ready.

Scully sensed he was home almost a minute before the door told her so and swinging her legs to the floor, she moved her bare feet across the rug, across the hardwood, down the stairs and out the door, quietly taking her place beside him.

He’d grabbed his bag of sunflower seeds from the cupholder of the Jeep and cracking one, he handed her another, “I ditched you but I came home. Does that count for something?”

Hugging her knees to her chest, she stared across the street, “that was not a ditch, Mulder. That was an intriguing tidbit followed by alone time to be continued with thunderstorms and nervous habits.”

Nearly feeling like smiling, an impressive feat given the amount of guilt he felt, “I’m not supposed to do that anymore, though. I’m supposed to stay with you and talk this shit out, not run around during a lightning storm and keep you awake because I’m an idiot.”

Her hand snaked under his arm and hand gripped knee, “do you really want to leave the FBI?”

What the hell, if he couldn’t tell Scully, then there really wasn’t any point breathing, “I want to stop losing hours and days in rooms like that.” Dropping his head forward, he spoke to her hand, which, with astonishing clarity, he realized did not yet have an engagement ring on it, “I don’t remember the last four days at all. The last truly clear thing I can think of is you making me drink a glass of milk and the rest is just a jumbled fucking mess of death and anger and destruction and,” standing up suddenly, he moved down the step to tower in the drizzle, looking at her in the hazy yellow shine of the porch light, “I don’t want that anymore. I may be good at it but I can’t handle it. It scares me how easily I forgot about you and Maggie and the kids and … and us … I lose myself in that room and what if one day I can’t find my way back out?”

Looking up at him, neck angled to full extension, eyes sympathetic, mouth tightened to the thin line of concern, “I love you and I will not let you get lost in that room. I promise.” His shifting, his restlessness, his skittering glance and unattainable eye contact made her heart ache, realizing once again just how much they coexisted in the universe, “Mulder, I won’t think any less of you if you stop profiling. I won’t think you gave up and I won’t judge you for it.” Finally shifting to stand, she watched him approach, eye level given the porch made her taller, “I am scared every second you’re lost in someone’s head. I watch you in there and you turn into someone else … someone I don’t recognize and to be blunt about it, I hate it. My stomach is in knots until you come back to me, plain and simple.” Reaching her arms out slightly, she wiggled her fingers in the universal ‘get over here’ gesture and once he was within reach, she ran her hands from his forehead, down his cheeks and stopped to cradle his chin, whispering as she begged his soul through dilated green eyes, “you need to do what you need to do and trust me when I say, I love you no matter what.”

Muscles relaxing into her, hugging her tight, “but I’m not supposed to trust anyone, Scully.”

“I have never been just anyone, Mulder.”

With a wet chuckle into her neck, “I will talk to Skinner tomorrow at dinner.”

“Would you like me to be there?”

“Yes, please.”

And they stood, immobile and immeasurable, one shadow, one couple, one perfect blip on an imperfect night.

#msr #the room #i don't want to go back #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #Life part 2 series #my writing

[sunnysidewrites]

Love You More | Joshua

Genre: fluff, pURE FLUFF THAT MAKES YOU WANNA CRINGE AND HIT SOMEONE AND THROW UP RAINBOWS

Pairing: Joshua x Reader

Word Count: 2062

Based off of this prompt: Person 1 and 2 are trying to get the attention of Person 3 by doing extravagant things but they end up falling in love with each other instead

A/N: Joshua is a gentleman but we all know what’s under that bible: A fREAK ;)))))  (I wrote this for my friend and I kid you not, this is exactly what I wrote as the a/n) I HOPE THIS COMPENSATES FOR ALL THE ANGST I WROTE TODAY!!! HAPPY HAPPY VERY HAPPY READING MY CHILDREN!!!

“Ugh!” you screamed out loud in frustration, holding your head with two hands. “I can’t believe this boy,” you muttered, shaking your head while your fingers flew across the keys.

I’ll be the first to text him happy birthday, the message blinked across your screen.

As if! I’ll beat you to it, you replied with the same aggression.

You glanced at the time. 11:59, your alarm clock blinked. Your finger hovered over the Send button until midnight struck. You immediately tapped on your screen and mentally attempted to hurry the blue bar slowly making its way across the screen. Come on, send! You urged the message to deliver before the next text you could receive was that of a gloating one.

“Jeonghan, we need to get in line!” You dragged his arm towards the increasing number of people in queue.

“Jeonghan, sit next to me!”

“No, sit next to me!”

After the three of you visited nearly every possible rides, including the kiddy ones, in the amusement park, the dragging continued.

“Jeonghan, let’s play this basketball game!”

“I’ll win you that giant teddy bear, Jeonghan!”

“No, I will!”

Joshua and you aggressively tried making shots, but eventually resulted in a tie.

“There is no way two people could have tied with thirty shots each,” Jeonghan laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

“That’s right,” you nodded. “Because I’m better.”

Joshua scoffed, “You must be joking. Your arm was in my way the entire time.”

“Well, you were actually pushing me!”

“You knocked the ball out of my hands!”

“You kicked me!”

Jeonghan sighed before chuckling softly. “Let’s just call it a day, guys. The park is reaching closing hours anyways,” he glanced down at his watch. He looked back up and grinned. “Thanks for making my birthday… amusing.”

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled.

“Sure thing,” Joshua rubbed the back of his neck.

Both of you were looking anywhere but each other and failed to notice Jeonghan’s knowing look and small smile.

The next few weeks were filled with the same bickering and the unnoticeable cat and mouse game you and Joshua were playing.

“Let’s check out that new arcade they opened up in the mall,” you linked arms with Jeonghan.

“Actually, we’re heading over to mine to play games,” Joshua’s arm linked with Jeonghan’s other free arm.

Jeonghan was never truly bothered by the childish games Joshua and you were playing. At the end of the day, he had two people who deeply cared for him, not to mention the chemistry between the both of you was undeniably evident.

You would be lying if you didn’t notice the subtle gestures Joshua did for you, such as sometimes paying for your meal when you left your wallet at home, or walking on the street side of the sidewalk so you would be between the two guys.

Joshua tried to ignore the fluttering of his chest when you first reluctantly laugh at his lame jokes then proceed to laugh harder at the lameness of them, or when you give him a soft smile to bid him goodnight at the end of a hangout despite the fighting you both do over Jeonghan.

“Let’s go see the cute otters!” You squealed while holding Jeonghan’s hand. “Let’s check out those sting rays first,” Joshua’s hand rested on Jeonghan’s arm. Jeonghan contemplated for a second before marching forwards. “How about we see the sharks,” he stated rather than inquiring, leaving both of you sulky and begrudgingly trudging behind.

You would occasionally point out fish with funny faces or odd species just coincidentally at the same as Joshua, your two pointed fingers touching. Both of you quickly withdrew your hands and looked away with flushed faces.

Jeonghan merely giggled and strolled past the flustered pair.

“How’s your latte?” Joshua asked you. You looked up trying to mask your shock, but slowly answered, “It’s… good. How’s your cappuccino?” He smiled his signature borderline smirk and took a sip. “Warm,” he laughed, his honey voice dripping as much as his drink contained.

Why is my face heating up so much? You tried to busy your thoughts with the drink in front of you. It’s probably just the heater on in this small cafe. Wow, it sure is hot in here. You subconsciously started fanning yourself.

Jeonghan’s wide grin was hidden by his mug as he sipped. Just admit it already, you two.

“I won!” You triumphantly stood up and did a small victory dance. Jeonghan pretended to pout, “Not fair. This is your fourth consecutive win!”

Meanwhile, Joshua’s hand covered his tinted cheeks. “How are you so good at Mario Kart?”

You shrugged. “Beginner’s luck?”

“She’s just a natural at video games,” Jeonghan sighed in defeat.

“Another round, you babies,” you teased, eyes trained on the screen as you restarted a new game. Joshua’s catlike eyes were focused on something else, or someone else particularly.

You heard a soft chuckle on your right side, thinking Jeonghan was focusing on the game just as much as you were. He was laughing at a game, but not the one on the game console.

“There’s the annual carnival down the street today. Are you going?” you brought up to the two as the three of you strolled along your house street. Joshua shrugged and nonchalantly smiled. “I’m down. You?” He turned to Jeonghan. “Sounds like a plan,” he smiled.

“Jeonghan, I’m definitely getting you that water gun,” you pointed at the most valuable prize.

“Not if I beat you to it first,” Joshua smirked with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. You sucked in a breath and abruptly turned back to the counter, ignoring your quickening heartbeat. At the corners of your eyes, you could make out a tense Joshua and his grip tightening on the small water gun handle a little too firmly.

“Win for me!” Jeonghan cheered.

“Who?!” you and Joshua shouted over the splashing from the game. You had completely forgotten the real purpose of playing the game and allowed yourself to let your guard down in the moment. From the outside, the both of you could have easily looked like a comfortable couple having a friendly competition. Joshua would cast glances at you every so often to quickly see your reaction. The jolt of electricity every time eye contact was made sent shivers down your spine the more you reflected back in the short thirty seconds you let loose.

Neither of you ended winning a prize, but you all continued walking around the small carnival, stopping by occasionally to contemplate the next ride or game to dive into. After walking around for a while, the three of you agreed to purchase a mild snack, in which you settled on a single cotton candy to share. Jeonghan stood back and silently watched you rip pieces off to feed Joshua, and him doing the same to you as if it was the most natural thing to do.

“You want some, Hannie?” You thrusted the paper cone in front of him.

He stared at you briefly before breaking into a giggle. “I’m alright. Just share with Josh.” He started walking towards the rides. You and Joshua shared a look and both shrugged while continuing to munch on the candy. While you were walking, he casually slung his arm around your shoulders while using his other arm to occasionally take pieces of the rapidly declining food. Your hands were busy with one holding the cone and the other feeding yourself and periodically Joshua as well.

Jeonghan glanced back to you and Joshua seldomly before smiling to himself. He abruptly halted in his tracks and spun around to face you. “I actually have to take a trip to the bathroom,” he exaggerated his body motions. “I drank a lot of water today. Havefunkidsbesafe!” he jumbled his words together while making a beeline to the restrooms.

You and Joshua blankly stared ahead where Jeonghan was standing, when all of a sudden the park ride attendant asked, “So will it be just the two of you?”

Your heads snapped back to see a worker in front of a Ferris Wheel gondola with the door opened. “U-u-uh, um,” you stuttered. Joshua promptly looked between the worker and you and stepped in. “Yes.” He grabbed your hand and stalked towards the seats and completely ignoring the bewildered look plastered on your face as your eyes rapidly flickered between the back of his grapefruit hair to your interlocked hands.

“Enjoy the view folks,” the worker said as she closed the door and turned back to operate the ride.

As soon as the wheel began moving, you and Joshua avoided all eye contact, using the view as an excuse for the pregnant silence. You could still feel his warmth lingering on your palms, and you tried to suppress the growing smile on your face and the warmth in your chest. You stole a glimpse at his face only to see him attempting to do the same with his hand on his chest near his heart.

“So…”

“So…”

You both started. You both laughed awkwardly and gestured for him to go first.

“Today was pretty fun,” Joshua stated, gathering the courage to directly look in your eyes. “I had a really good time.”

You returned his smile. “I did, too. Even if we did still fight over Jeonghan,” you joked.

The corners of his lips slightly twitched upwards, revealing a bittersweet smile. “It wasn’t Jeonghan I was thinking about.”

You ripped your eyes from the scenery to stare back at the boy seated in front of you. “What?”

His eyes lazily moved from the outside to your face. “I said, I wasn’t thinking about Jeonghan.” He slightly shifted his position and leaned forwards. “Did you really not notice?”

He took your silence as an indicator to continue. “At first, all you were to me was a girl who hogged Jeonghan,” he laughed, reminiscing about the past events in just two months. You flushed in embarrassment, but he went on.

“I started to observe your behavior towards him, your best friend. I thought, ‘Wow. Wouldn’t it be nice to also get treated this special?’ Soon enough, trying to steal Jeonghan away from you turned to be a competition for your attention instead. The only way I could get it was to avert it from Jeonghan to me, even if it drove you crazy,” he looked up and grinned.

“I didn’t know what to expect from this. I didn’t even know how this,” he gestured to the both of you, “whatever we had between us was going to end in. I just,” he shyly rubbed his neck, “wanted you to notice me.” He gently took ahold of both of your hands. “If I hadn’t made anything clear, I… really like you, Y/N,” he softly spoke, his face inches from yours.

Your head felt heavy, swimming with unspoken questions. “Joshua, I don’t know what to say... “ you glanced at the ground with flaming cheeks. “I do know that what I feel for you isn’t purely platonic. The way you smile and laugh, the way you brush my hair out of my eyes when it covers too much of my face,” you trailed off. “I just couldn’t fool myself into thinking that those were just friendly acts. What I’m trying to say is,” you drew in a breath and looked back at him, “I also like you.” With every word that spilled out, he leaned closer until your breaths mingled.

The gondola soon stopped at the top and so did your breathing when there was no longer space for the both of you to lean in. The kiss sent shocks through you, fueling more of the adrenaline you were running on. Initially tensing up, you slowly eased yourself and enjoyed the sensation of the warmth tingling throughout your body. His arm snaked around your waist while the other delicately cupped your cheek. Your hand was on his chest as he subtly leaned forwards with slight eagerness. His soft lips soon broke away just in time for the gondola to reach the bottom, where a smug Jeonghan stood waiting.

“I take it that you guys enjoyed the ride?” He laughed as the two of you got out.

“I enjoyed it. A lot,” he gazed into your eyes and swung your arms.

“I enjoyed it more,” you smiled.

#my post #seventeen #seventeen joshua #seventeen jisoo #joshua #jisoo #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen headcanons #seventeen au #joshua imagines #joshua scenarios #joshua headcanons #joshua au #jisoo imagines #jisoo scenarios #jisoo headcanons #jisoo au #love you more

[mslesbianlove]

SQ FF

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It seemed it would be one of those Fridays that dragged on. Emma and David found themselves sitting in their desk waiting for six to come so they could both head home for a welcomed weekend off. Emma’s mind was everywhere, checking her phone for a message she was waiting to come though and playing some game where birds kill pigs.

The door opened and Regina walked in with a smile and red jacket. Emma took her in like a breath of fresh air. Beautiful and confident was just at the beginning of the things that Emma started listing on her long list of things to tell Regina why she liked her, if she could just gain the courage.

“Looks like the town is in safe hands with you two” Regina laughed as she walked over to Emma’s desk and took a seat on the edge. “Do you have those papers? Has it been a busy day?” Regina asked.

“Nope. Seems all the crazy stuff has stopped for a moment and yes I have them right here, Your Majesty” She said with a wink as she placed them beside her.

Regina smiled as she traded her attention over to David.

“Any plans this weekend for you and Snow?” She smiled. It seemed that this strange world she was in had finally gave her a family in the people she once despised.

“Relaxing and taking Henry Riding tomorrow morning, if that’s still okay?” He questioned as he straightened up his desk.

“Sounds fine to me. Emma is that okay with you?

“Oh yeah.” She said as she looked down back to her phone and sent a message to Henry reminding him of his plans with David in the morning. That kid always seemed to have a million things going on and never remembered where he was supposed to be.

Regina looked down and saw Emma on her phone and smiled at David before she got up to leave.

“Looking for an excuse to ask your girlfriend on a date” David joked as he saw his daughter on her phone for the millionth time that day.

The words hit like a knife, taking the breath out of her core in one swift breath she didn’t think she was holding. This… not Emma. Regina turned around and looked down at the shocked sheriff as she placed her phone down. Before she could control the words that were eating at her she spit them out like venom.

“Girlfriend? What Girlfriend?” Her arms crossed over her chest looking at Emma waiting for an answer she hoped wasn’t coming. She thought she had dropped so many hints, so many noticeable changes to let Emma know she was interested.

“She’s not my girlfriend” Brown eyes looked down and anywhere but to Regina. Hands got clammy and she finally looked up. She saw the look of disappointment in her eyes and quickly tried to rise up out of her chair.

“Reg…”

“Who’s not your girlfriend?” She said again with more authority.

The room got quite. All breath seemed to be holing and finally eyes meet. Brown and blue. Fire in both of their eyes, challenging the other to say something. Emma stepped forward trying to explain what was happening but Regina was first to shoot the words out.

“You know what, I don’t care. Have a good day, Ms. Swan” Heels seemed to echo over the floor as she grabbed the papers off the desk and walked out of the building, door slamming close behind her. Emma looked up as David’s mouth was still hung open as she watched the figure go down the sidewalk. Hands went to her head as she took a deep breath in.

“Thanks Dad”

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Friday had officially went downhill from then. Her mind was racing and before she know what she was doing her feet were moving before she recognized where she was or what she was doing. Her hands knocked on the door with their own mind, waking up anyone in the house that could be there. Her mind hadn’t stopped since she left the Sheriffs station. How could she had let this happen?

The door opened and light came though. Emma stood in boxers and a tank top, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Regina took a step back and looked up. The moon was up, stars shining in the sky. Emma’s eyes finally landed on Regina’s form and opened the door more, welcoming her in.

“Regina.. Are you okay.. Is Henry..” The words seemed jumbled as Emma tried to take her barring’s in. Looking at a disheveled Regina was a beautiful masterpiece, and she was taking it in like the very air that surrounded her.

“Who is she” Regina whispered

“She who? Emma questioned. She had no idea what was happening and it was staring to worry her.

"Regina do you want to come..”

“Your girlfriend, Swan. Who is she? I wanna make sure who ever your going to bring around Henry after that playboy pirate is …”

Emma placed her hands on Regina’s shoulder to steady her. Regina’s mouth shut at the feeling and a breeze swept over them. She wasn’t sure if it was the breeze or the touch that had her covered in chills. Emma stepped forward and closed the door behind her, letting the night air take her in and wake her up.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. Not yet at least” Emma smiled as she leaned against the door. Regina stepped back and watched Emma smile as she rubbed her hands together.

“you see, Regina, David saw me messaging you about this weekend, or I guess today when you think of the time. Plus all the other times we message through out the week we send each other. I didn’t tell him it was you because I didn’t think it was his business. So I made it a little game, he had no idea and I guess he just figured when I was looking at my phone that it must have been my mystery girl.”

“Oh” Regina looked to Emma and shook her head.

I’m sorry to wake you up this late I just…” Regina went to turn away and walk on but Emma stopped her. What was her plan when she came here? She had no hold over Emma. Even if she so badly wanted too.

“Regina I want it to be you.” Emma said as Regina turned back around to face her. It was a whisper but held as much weight as a shout.

“You want it to be me?” She stepped forward and Emma took her in. She wasn’t one to be held or to receive this type of touch but it was welcoming. Life fire and ice meeting and she felt the spark that ran through her body when she laid her head on Emma’s shoulder

“I want it to be you if you’ll have me”

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“Now go to sleep, Little one” Regina placed the book down and wrapped the blanket around a wiggling body. She got up and turned the light off and the blue train lamp on. She smiled down at their little boy, all of three years old and full of Emma’s energy and her olive skin. She kissed his forehead and rubbed his belly as his eyes got heavy.

“Is that how you and Mama met, Mommy? He said in a sleepy tone that Regina was all to familiar with. She smiled down and nodded her head as she watched her second little prince off to sleep.

“That it is, little man” Emma whispered as she walked in the room. His eyes opened a little more but sleep was all to overcoming as she kissed his head and watched as he fell asleep. Emma looked over and saw Regina watching Colt. She tapped her hand and they both walked out of the room and into the hall. They could hear henrys music from down the hall and wished him goodnight and sweet dreams. As they entered their room Regina walked behind Emma and kissed her on the neck.

“That’s my favorite story, you know”

“What the night I lost my mind and ran to your house after midnight?

"Well, I put it more as the day I told you I wanted to make you mine”

She smiled into the cook of blonde hair and the smell of cinnamon evaded her mind.

“Its one of my favorite days too, my Love”

AN: What do you think?!

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