#I have gotten into relationships by accident on multiple occasions

[xxnomadsxx]

Nomads AU! Branch’s second in command..look I haven’t finished a drawing for them yet ….BUT it’s coming

Originally I wasn’t gonna have them in the story. They were just used to be a reason for why Branch was in the feral troll village, but then I got the idea for a brother rivalry between them and Brozone and I was like “OH! I have to do that!!!!!” (I am so sorry I really wanted to make an Oc please don’t unfollow 😭)

Branch’s Second in command is basically a replacement brother? (no one sure what gender they are? So Branch just calls him his brother?with a question mark) Honestly, the relationship is like SUPER toxic, like I’m talking about his second command has accidentally tried to eat him on a couple of occasions and has gotten him hurt multiple times on accident. (They’re also a huge reason on why is kind of more paranoid and aggressive troll that he is today) also they occasionally just bite Branch, maybe on the arm, leg, or just nibbling on his hair (I promise they won’t eat Branch they just like biting stuff) the biting freaks Branch out a lot (poor guys trauma won’t ever leave 😔)

What they look like is basically a description I gave of the feral (trolls?) a while back claws, tail, sharp teeth, messy looking, slitted eyes, and pointy ears the second in command/brother? wears half a cloak that only really covers one of their sides while also having the most stitched together outfit known to anyone in the village, arms and legs basically covered in bandages and scars surprisingly their face is scar free, their hair is similar to Bruce’s with how it cascades down his back, The only difference is it’s way messier and pitch black sometimes say to Branch how it makes them look more like family (which is cute in my opinion) They have shark teeth and sort of just has this look on there face of “I will bite you if you get close to me and if you’re not close to me, I will still bite you.” Their hair has some branches and leaves in it, but still pretty clean. Sometimes they lay on the ground and just pretend to be a carpet (I mean with how much hair they have it just completely covers their body) people have walked over them on accident before.

The second in command/brother? Doesn’t really have a name. Everyone just calls them Thing and that just became its name. Thing is maybe just really bad for Branch’s mental state, but they genuinely do really care for him. I mean the whole reason Branch is here is because Thing got one look at them and said “new little brother” and sorta just kinda adopted him.

Thing is is like the most insane feral (troll ?)(whenever they do something their motives behind it is either baby brother or feed there is an in between ground of just both) Thing is the head of the militia, and surprisingly is the most trusted with the village, due to their survival instinct/ tactics, and overall mindset of protection they’re kind of dumb though (so branch doesn’t really leave him in charge a lot for long periods of time but still trusts them over anyone else)

Random facts Thing owns a mug that says best big brother? on it, and it is like his most prize possession(and only possession) They once tried to eat a troll egg. Their excuse was omelette.(the egg was fine don’t worry) they are basically the most feral feral troll, (which is honestly really hard to do so claps for him I guess) He has tried to eat Creek on multiple occasions, the only reason he stopped is because they now have some weird deal going on (Creek just feed him bits of his hair.) They constantly run on all fours like a gremlin usually having their claws out just to climb trees and over buildings around the village. The trolls and feral(trolls?) just sort of got used to them and they’re weird freaky antics (they’re surprisingly really well respected and a lot of people quite like them… they just get super scared of them) As a kid they basically saw Branch as a pet until after like a week they were like “OK this is my baby brother now.” Similar to how trolls put their babies in their hair they sometimes just put Branch in their hair (Which Branch has gotten used to he just doesn’t mind it as much anymore but still hates it.) Nonetheless, no one is quite sure how old they are or where they came from in the village they just sort of been running around for years and then one day just showed up with a troll.

Thing can speak! Most of the time they prefer to just make weird animal noises or hiss and growl. They really only speak to Branch and anyone who has a genuine concern or anything (I mean he still has to be a good second in command) and even when they do speak it’s always in this raspy sounds like it hasn’t been used in like weeks voice. Has the most broken English ever they also speak in 3rd person quite a bit. (They can’t read and just ask a bajillion questions to anyone about anything or just run their own “tests” on stuff to see how it works)

I’m going to give it to you straight, the only reason Thing exists is so I can have a brother rivalry between them and Brozone I mean Branch’s biological brothers who he loved very much as a kid vs the creature who cared and raised him for 20 years after they left (The scenarios would be amazing!!! 🤩)

Branch and Thing have a very good relationship, Branch really loves them since Thing hasn’t abandoned him like everyone else and raised him with love (never mind how toxic of a home it was and still is)

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls brainrot #trolls band together #trolls branch #nomads au #trolls au #trolls movie #au idea #grey tribe #trolls fandom #trolls the movie #troll oc #trolls oc #trolls original character #trolls brozone #but barely #i’m sorry #big brother #baby branch #baby brother

[whitewolf2759]

Leap Of Faith-Leah Clearwater

It had been 2 weeks since the accident and you and Leah had met a few times in the past weeks. You would most of the time go out, with Leah showing you the places you would most likely need to visit in your time living here.

You also visit her house a couple times, the first time you visited however was slightly awkward for you as both her parent’s had thanked you for what you did.

Leah’s parents were both good people and you liked talking to them when you came over however they had nothing on the ball of energy that was Leah’s little brother.

Seth when you first met him had fired off so many question you were afraid he would pass out, however you could tell he was happy his sister had a new friend and didn’t know what happened 2 weeks ago which wasn’t surprising as he was still young.

During the 2 weeks you and Leah had gotten closer and you had learned even more about each other such as Leah was considering a job related to law enforcement as she had talked a lot to the chief of police in forks, Charlie Swan, who was good friend with her dad.

The one problem you had however was that you would start school for your last year tomorrow. The reason this was a problem was it meant you wouldn’t spend as much time with Leah who your felling’s for romantically had increased as you spent more time together.

You had wanted to ask Leah out for a while now however you were insure if you should, you weren’t worried about her parent’s reaction as you were fairly sure the new of you fellings from seeing you spend tine with her at her house.

You were also sure her brother wouldn’t care, the problem you had was you were unsure of Leah’s reaction for 2 obvious reasons.

The first reason you were worried was you were unsure if Leah had fully gotten over her previous relationship with Sam, the details at which you had learned from her mother.

The second reason was you were unsure if she felt the same about you as you did her and she had never mentioned if she liked both sexes. Your worry about this was somewhat lower than the others as during the time spent together you had made each other blush on multiple occasions.

The most memorable being when you and Leah had a sleepover at hers and you wore a rather short pair of pj’s that showed off your long legs something that caused the blush on Leah’s cheeks to explode.

You thought about it some more and decided to take a leap of faith grabbing your keys you rush out the house and head to Leah’s.

///

You had just pulled in and had sent Leah a text to meet you outside, after waiting a few minutes you see the door open and Leah starts walking towards you.

“Hey everything okay why did you need me to come outside?” she asked with a hint of worry.

“I’m fine, a little nervous but I needed to talk to you” you said while shyly looking at her.

“Sure what do you need” she asks with concern.

“These past two weeks I have had the best time spending time with you and I couldn’t ask for a better friend but I don’t think it can go on like this” you said.

“What do you mean?” Leah said with her worry growing.

“I don’t think we can continue being friends” you said.

“Did I do something wrong?” Leah asked with sadness and worry as her eyes start to water.

“What, no I didn’t mean for it to sound like that” you said slightly blushing at the mistake you made.

“What are you trying to say” she asked her worry slightly lessening.

“What I mean to say is we cant be friends because I like you too much to be just that” you finally said you as you blush grows.

Leah stares at you dumfounded and it takes a few second for everything you said to sink in, once it does however Leah blushed and looks to her feet unable to look you in the eyes at the moment. After a minute of waiting that feels like eternity she finally looks up and into you eyes.

“Would you go on a date with me on Saturday?” She asked as she continue staring right at you.

“Yes, yes, yes I would love to” you say as you jump right at her and pull her into a tight hug.

After a minute or 2 you finally separate  and give each other shy smile, your bubble however is burst when her mother yells for Leah to go back inside for dinner.

You both give each other one last hug before she heads in and once she reaches the door she waves goodbye and heads inside.

#leah clearwater #twilight #leah clearwater x reader

[honestnoa]

I'm like a wild animal in the sense I try to hide and not be perceived and if I do choose to approach you it is either cautiously and slowly or I'm storming towards you at full speeds making threatening noises

#This is both irl and online #I am a social disaster #I have gotten into relationships by accident on multiple occasions #Someone asked how I was doing and I told them I don't know thne had an emotional crisis on them #My first interaction with one of my friends is how a cockroach fell not only into my pants but also in my underwear

[colossalcriminal]

My Lovely Husband - j.b

Pairing: James Bond x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N reflects on her marriage to James, and the world of love around them.

Content warnings: fluff? Reader also idolizes the idea of marriage, so I'm really sorry if you don't! I don't think it's too prominent.

I always imagine Y/N being younger and them having an age gap, so she starts off in her early 20s, obviously if you want her to be older you can imagine her that way.

Also, no NTTD spoilers please!!!!!

James Bond was nothing more than sly, cunning agent with plenty of bad habits and a diabolical need to be independent.

In truth, all of those words had been used by his very own spouse in the earlier years of them knowing each other. She'd started her career earlier than he did, so naive she'd been to be so eager to dive head first into field work as an agent.

They'd been on multiple missions together, her scoffing at his occasional flirty remarks and him grumbling at her recklessness.

Soon enough, the obvious attraction had gotten the best of them and nature took its course. Y/N couldn't be more grateful for the one night in February of 2006, the night that he'd finally mustered up the courage to invite her for a drink.

Obviously, as any woman would be, she was skeptical of his advances. It wasn't exactly a secret that Bond had a particularly high sex drive, but yet he proved the genuinity of their relationship through amorous dates and sweet acts.

That was one thing she loved about him. He was always the most romantic man, with a certain charm that could make her weak at the knees.

Marriage had never been a truly thought about step in their relationship. In secret, Y/N had always admired the institution, the proposition of joining two beings in holy matrimony seemed to be the most intimate gesture, and of course the tax benefits. James had always viewed it as a gimmick, why get married in front of hundreds when you can celebrate your love in bed without being legally bound?

Despite his feelings towards wedlock, 007 couldn't stop himself when he found the most exquisite diamond ring while on a mission in Belgium, deciding he was ready for what was two come only two years after they began their relationship.

He waited weeks for the perfect moment, weeks turned into months, and his incessant planning was interrupted when Y/N returned to their shared apartment bloodied and bruised.

Unbeknownst to him, MI6 had a rogue agent, and it was up to her to finish him off. They waited 5 hours before receiving a call from Moneypenny, confirming the kill. It was then, at the worst possible time, he'd asked her to marry him.

She loved his spontaneity. His impulse had saved their lives on multiple occasions, and his lack of patience had been the reason they got engaged.

Their wedding wasn't too glamorous, less than 10 people in attendance. It didn't matter to Y/N as she walked down the aisle, clad in white and a poofy tulle veil, the entire affair only lasted 20 minutes, but they were content.

They celebrated with a grand honeymoon in the Maldives, savoring the two weeks they spent in isolation from the rest of the world.

Memories of linked hands swinging as they walked down the darken streets at midnight, soft whispers and light kisses waking her up in the morning were burned into her mind. The most delightful burn.

She loved the passion he had to show her everything new. James had always been an effortless teacher, and Y/N was more than happy to be his willing subject.

Their first child was truly an accident, something most parents would rather not fully admit to. A happy accident. Despite their less than convenient professions, they'd managed to convince themselves that a baby would be more than manageable. After all, they'd managed to keep their marriage alive for two years, although it wasn't the same.

James' initial reaction wasn't one for the memory books. It'd taken him a good minute or so to get over the confusion, doubt and automatic parent panic before he grinned, overjoyed at the news. While his excitement lasted, his faith in himself as a parent didn't.

He didn't have a father for the vast majority of his life, no example or role model to follow. He wasn't so used to being the one to look for guidance, and yet his inexperience had led him to M. She first congratulated him, impressed that he found a woman who wanted to have a child with him despite being a 'sexist, misogynist dinosaur'. She very briefly explained the hardships of having her own son, another topic she refused to go into.

The agent absorbed all the information he could, going home with a more at ease state of mind. He kissed his wife hello, promising that everything would be alright, a promise he couldn't keep.

Up until the birth of Renée Andrea Bond, he kept his promise.

She loved his hope, although it was almost never visible, James Bond had always seemed so cynical. But underneath the composed facade, Y/N knew of his ambitions, his wishes and dare-she-say prayers. He was human, after all.

They returned to work several months later, everyone shocked to find out the couple had returned as parents.

007 couldn't help but be proud at how he'd exceeded everyone's expectations, how his obvious knack for fatherhood shone so brightly. While he was relieved to be back at work, all Bond could think about was how he missed the small bits of spit up that stained his t-shirt and the warmth of his baby girl.

Two years later when he'd been shot by Moneypenny, it didn't take much to convince him when Y/N suggested they stay off the radar. As MI6 mourned the loss of 007 and the understanding disappearance of 003, the family of three were spending their days by the beach, sand in between their toes and laughter flowing from their lips.

It was Y/N's idea to report back when hearing about the terrorist attack, much to her husband's displeasure, she was welcomed back with open arms. Q had joined and she was thrilled to have another work friend, however, along with his expertise also came a bigger threat.

It was a massive argument as to who would go after Silva, both 00 agents arguing that the other should stay home with Renée, which eventually led to both of them going on the mission to protect M, traveling all the way to Skyfall.

The death of their boss and shootout and James' childhood home hadn't exactly cast a gloom over the couple, if anything, they set out on their respective careers with a sense of refresh. After all, the death don't care about vengeance.

Y/N loved his philosophies and his strong opinions. Being such a meticulous man, she knows damn right he's thought everything he believes in through-and-through.

They continued their reign over the world of espionage, taking down the evils of the world at night and playing hide and seek with a 5 year old Renée during the day. The juxtaposition was something that seemed to haunt 003, but she knew better than anyone that sometimes a trigger had to be pulled.

They'd made the mutual decision to retire after ending their last mission with a bang - the inevitable apprehension of Spectre.

It wasn't a surprise when Y/N ad Q had kept in contact during their retirement, providing him with very brief updates on boring things such as the grocery list, the interests of a 7 year old girl and her second pregnancy. When James' age had caught up to him and he couldn't remember how to do something on his computer while his wife was away, he had no choice but to call the MI6 employee.

The Quartermaster was baffled when a very hyperactive Bond came to the door, a 3 month old Diana Monique Bond on his hip and the older girl playing on the floor of the living room.

Q couldn't help but chuckle at his ex-coworker's evident embarrassment, but he helped the poor bugger out, kept the baby entertained for a good few minutes before departing.

She loved that she was able to make him vulnerable, that she was the only one able to encourage him to call for help. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, and 007 is no exception.

Time had practically flown by in their time together.

James had truly learned the importance of life, the influence freedom could have. From the feeling of the sand between your toes, or the crisp air flowing freely through his hair, he'd finally felt at peace.

20 years later, Y/N and James Bond would wait at home, cuddled up underneath a blanket, their own daughters taking on the world.

James loved the world. Not for what it was, or what it was meant to be, but for how she showed it to him. She hadn't given it to him on a silver platter, she didn't have much to give, she offered it to him in the palm of her hands.

In truth, she was his world, and he was more than happy to live in it.

#James Bond x reader #James bond #bond #James Bond x you #James Bond x y/n #007 #Daniel craig #bond x reader #James Bond imagine #James Bond fic

[angelltheninth]

Much Needed Conversations

Pairing: Vi x Caitlyn

Tags: fluff, established relationship, protective Jinx

Word count: 1.1k

Ao3

Jinx didn't hate Caitlyn. At least not anymore. As much. She tolerated the Topsider because she knew Vi liked her. Vi liked her a whole lot. And that was fine, completely fine. Still she didn't like being alone with her, and she knew Caitlyn didn't like it either. But Caitlyn was the one who asked to meet her. And she was very nervous. Now that, Jinx liked.

"So what ya want from me Caity?" Caitlyn hated that nickname, which is why Jinx always called her that. The sniper narrowed her eyes at her, which made Jinx grin over her cup as she took a sip. She didn't know what was in her cup but man was it delicious.

With a sigh Caitlyn spoke, "Look I know I'm not your favorite person."

"An understatement of the century."

"But your sister and I love each other."

"Way to point out the obvious. Brilliant detective work Sheriff."

"And I want to ask her to move in with me."

Jinx stopped mid-sip. She looked at Caitlyn. The sharpshooter's face was a shade redder now. Jinx swirled the drink in her mouth before swallowing. That stuff is really good. She'd ask the bartender what it is later. Maybe she'll get Chuck to make it for her.

"Oh really? Her visiting every day, working with you every day and sleeping over ain't good enough?" Jinx leaned back with her arms draped over her seat.

"Well we've been dating for a while as you know. And it might be more convenient that way. You could also have your own space again." Caitlyn finally took a sip of her own drink. Tea. Why did she love tea so much Jinx could never understand, there are so many better drinks out there.

"Yeah? And you and Vi are gonna do what? Take a vacay to bonetown? Make a bunch of little, baby Kiramman's."

Caitlyn now blushed several shades of red, "Excuse me?! Of course not! We're not even married yet!"

Jinx tilted her head to the side, the movement made her look almost innocent, "You don't have to get married to have kids. Ah, but I guess you Pilties do everything by the book don't you. So fucking boring." Caitlyn looked shocked that Jinx would even suggest that, "Accidents happen you know. People fuck and boom. They make babies. And I know you two fuck. Vi always comes home with that stupid, love struck grin on her face. Gross." Jinx made a gagging noise.

"Oh." Caitlyn smiled a little. Before she noticed Jinx narrowing her eyes at her. She shook her head, "Be that as it may, its still way too early for children." Not that she would mind them in the future. The imagine of little kids that were the mix of her and Vi made her heart flutter.

"Hey Top Hat! Focus!" Jinx snapped her fingers in front of Caitlyn's face to get her attention again, "Look..." Jinx sighed, swirling the straw in her cup, "I don't really like you. I made that very clear."

"On multiple occasions." Caitlyn added.

"Oh yeah." Jinx chuckled, "Remember when I kidnapped you that one time? It was kind of your and Vi's first dinner date." The grin and the little spark of Shimmer in Jinx's eyes made Caitlyn's eyes dart around. She didn't think Jinx would actually do something again. She's not that crazy, well not anymore at least. She'd been doing a lot better with proper help and support.

"It's hard to forget something like that."

Jinx crossed her legs, put her hands in her lap and leaned forward a little, "Vi likes you though. I think she even loves you. You two are so sweet it makes me sick sometimes. But... I love Vi. She's the only one I have left. And I want her to be happy. She's happy when she's with you." Jinx mumbled that last part but Caitlyn' heard.

"She's happy when she's with you too." If Jinx would allow it Caitlyn would reach out and pat her on the head. But Jinx didn't like many people touching her. Not unless she touched them first or gave them explicit permission to touch her.

"I know that!" Jinx snapped at her and years ago Caitlyn might have gotten ready for a showdown, but not anymore. She knew Jinx had a tendency to let out some steam sometimes. Jinx took a few deep breaths and ran her hand trough her hair, "I know that." She repeated, this time softer. Her violet eyes met Caitlyn's blue ones, "But I can't keep her with me forever. I know that too. I don't doubt she'll move in with you if you ask."

Jinx looked away and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I hope she will." Caitlyn said finally breaking the pause that was between then, "You can visit any time you know."

"Yeah." Jinx got a little pout on her face before her eyebrows shot up and she got a devious smirk on her face, "I'll call ahead first though. I've been scarred enough."

It took Caitlyn a while to realize what she meant. When she did her face lit up again. Jinx didn't give her time to retort she just gulped down the rest of her drink and sat up to walk away, "Good luck Kiramman." She said before walking up the bartender to talk. Caitlyn couldn't hear what she said but the bartender looked a tiny bit scared before answering. Jinx nodded, looking satisfied with the answer. Then she skipped out of the bar.

Caitlyn sipped the rest of her tea in silence before it dawned on her, "She didn't pay did she." She chuckled, it was such a Jinx thing to do.

"Hey Cupcake. What'd you and my sister talk about?" Caitlyn startled a bit when she heard Vi's voice. She'd gotten a bit lost in her thoughts. Vi sat next to her just as she waived the barman over to them. Her arms wrapped around Caitlyn's shoulders before pressing a little kiss on the Topsider's forehead.

"It's a secret. I'll tell you later. What are you doing here though?" Caitlyn returned the kiss, this time on Vi's cheek, just under her VI tattoo.

Vi shrugged, "Pow told me the two of you were meeting up here and to wait until she walked out. Said it was best to, and I quote, get all that romance shit out of our system as soon as possible." Vi laughed.

Caitlyn smiled. So in a way Jinx planned a date for them. A good date this time. Maybe they can learn to get along after all.

#piltover's finest #arcane #caitlyn kiramman #vi #jinx #league of legends #league of legends fanfiction

[dianapana]

SH Day 9 – Never Have I Ever

@sasuhinamonth

Rated T, Modern AU, OOC

Oof , for this one ideas just wouldn't come to me, so once again I looked through older stories I never finished and found this one which I thought fit to a certain degree. I didn’t really wanna go the normal route of the game itself, so I just interpreted the prompt as a new experience. I hope you enjoy, ~Love, Dia

It wasn’t uncommon for people to randomly sit down at his table, especially if those people were girls. They’d stumble onto the seat and act like it was all an accident, like they didn’t see him and thought the table was empty, or that they tripped and ‘landed’ on the seat. Other times they’d ask if they could sit because there were no free tables anymore, granted this last excuse happened to be true once or twice, but usually, it was just a lie and the two would sit in awkward silence for a few moments staring at each other with a number of empty seats all around.

However, the person sitting across from him was a girl he saw around the diner quite often, urgency written all over her face. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at her, but the situation didn’t faze him at all, thus he continued eating, putting 2 French fries in his mouth and slowly chewing, waiting for her to state her reason and purpose.

“I need you to pretend we’re here together” Sasuke narrowed his eyes at her. “My ex just walked in and I’m not in the mood to deal with him. If I’m here with someone, in this case you, he’ll either leave me alone or he’ll at least leave sooner.” His eyes moved to a guy that was just walking to the counter still obvious to his ex-girlfriend. “Please…” her eyes were begging him to help.

Sasuke sighed and pushed his milkshake her way. “It’d be strange if we were here together and I was the only one that had ordered something” Her pale eyes lit up like Christmas trees.

“Thank you so much. I’m Hinata by the way” She gave him a genuine smile. He nodded her way.

“Sasuke. I’d shake your hand but that would look strange since we’re supposed to be here together.”

For a second, silence fell over their table but Hinata started giggling at what he just said, her laugh could have also been intertwined with nervous laughter for it was a little too loud for Sasuke’s own liking, either way, he couldn’t help but smirk her. Naruto would freak if he saw Sasuke talking to a stranger, a girl no less, and not only that, but he was actually putting in the effort to help her and maintain a conversation. He had never willingly had a conversation with a stranger before.

Sadly Hinata’ sudden laughing fit turned the attention of a white-haired guy, also known in Sasuke’s head as the girl’s ex, to them. The said guy looked their way, moment in which Sasuke noticed the myriad of feelings showing onto his expression, he seemed to go from hopeful to confused to slightly irritated and then settle for putting on a fake smile and strolling their way.

“Hinata, long time no see, how are you?” The ex-boyfriend looked at her and gave Sasuke a not-so-subtle glare. He took in their table before raising an eyebrow and immediately asking another question, essentially cutting Hinata off before she could answer his first question. “Matcha milkshake? I thought you hated those”

“Oh, I used to yea, but I think they changed the receipt here. I tasted one sip from when Sasuke ordered one last time and it was pretty good, so today I wanted to see for myself” She said smoothly and took a big sip of her, well…his milkshake. “And I’ve been pretty good. How about yourself?” She smiled way too sweetly at him.

“Uh…can’t complain” He took another second to examine them again. “Well, I was actually thinking maybe we can get together and have dinner sometime next week?”

“Dude, you don’t ask out a girl when she’s already out with another guy, that’s just fucking messed up” Sasuke said, without actually meaning to his voice got deeper and he glared at the ‘ex-boyfriend’. He didn’t care that he and Hinata weren’t there together for real, it’s a universal rule you don’t ask out a girl if she’s there with a date, that’s just a douchey move.

Hinata was grinning at him from behind her hand, her eyes glittering with amusement. Sasuke had to admit something to himself, the strange girl was pretty, but she was even more beautiful while she smiled.

“Chill dude. I didn’t think this was a date” he said raising his hands as if trying to say he meant no harm. “I mean who the fuck brings a date at this shitty diner” He whispered under his breath, but both Hinata and Sasuke heard him and their moods turned pretty dark. Sasuke’s instinct was the punch the guy’s lights out, another new feeling he hadn’t experienced, at least not because of a girl. He is usually in control of his emotions and rarely loses his cool.

“Sasuke wanted to go have a sweet picnic in the park near my house, which was so thoughtful and sweet, but sadly the weather didn’t agree with him because it started raining. That’s when I remembered how I wanted to taste the milkshake, so I proposed we came here to wait for the rain to stop.” Sasuke had to admit, her lying skills were top-notch, her story had a natural flow to it, she composed a strong and believable narrative with pretty much no holes, her delivery too added to its credibility, fot she spoke with such ease. Hinata reached for his hand that was on the table and squeezed it while spreading her web of lies. Sasuke noticed the ex-boyf rolling his eyes, and a part of him felt utter satisfaction from the jerk’s annoyance.

“Whatever. I gotta bounce anyway. See you around” He turned and started walking out the diner without waiting for a reply. Sasuke snorted when he noticed that the ex didn’t even purchase anything. He was lost in his own world of trash-talking the guy but was got distracted by the petite girl in front of him that whispered not so quietly “I fucking hope not.”

“Well, that was fun.” He smirked at her. “Let me guess, bad break-up?” Hinata sighed and ran both hands over her face.

“The worst. It was a set up and we went on a few dates which were fine I guess, but I just didn’t really want a relationship at the time, or at least not with him. Either way, the break-up itself took like 3 hours cuz he just wouldn’t accept it.” She took another sip of his milkshake and gaged. “Oh god, I forgot how awful this tasted.” She said more to herself, it didn’t take her a full second to turn beet-red.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry this is yours. I d-didn’t mean to drink from it, it just happened. Let me buy you a new one” She got onto her feet but Sasuke grabbed her wrist and forced her to sit back down.

“Don’t worry about it. You barely drank any”

Had he been in his right mind he’d tell the girl to buy him extra fries too for the trouble and then he’d tell her to scramble. But for some reason or another, he didn’t want her to leave just yet. He pulled the glass back to him and drank from it just to prove to her everything was fine.

“I don’t understand how you can drink that. It’s not even sweet” Her nose wrinkled in disgust, Sasuke didn’t throw the world ‘cute’ around easily but she looked adorable.

“I hate sweets. So, this is perfect” Her jaw dropped, she looked like he had just said he hated puppies and his mother. Hinata blinked a few times, closed her mouth and opened it to say something, closed it back again. She looked genuinely confused, like someone that hated sweets wasn’t meant to exist.

“I-I don’t understand. How can you hate sweets? T-They make the world a better place. Don’t tell me that after a shitty day you don’t go home to eat a gallon of ice cream with a dozen of cookies because I will not believe you”

Now it was his turn to gag just thinking about the amount of sugar in the ‘snack’ she described. His reaction repulsed her.

“Oh wow. I’m perplexed. I had no idea people like you existed”

The fact that she said it with straight face made him believe she honestly didn’t think that what he said could be true, which for some reason he found extremely funny.

“Huh, you learn something every day.” She said with a smile, it seemed she had gotten over her confusion and found the whole conversation quite as amusing as he did.

A waitress came over to take Sasuke’s now empty milkshake glass.

“Would you like anything else?”

“Could you please bring me a veggie burger and a blueberry lemonade? And some fries too” She ordered and it relieved him that she did, he hadn’t had a lunch companion besides Naruto in a while.

“I’d also like some fries and another matcha milkshake”

“I’ll be right back,” The older woman said and left right away. When he turned back to the girl before him, she was staring at him with a small smile on her lips so he raised an eyebrow at her.

“I was sure you’d tell me to leave, or tell the waiter you’d like the bill and left yourself.” She put both of her hands on the table and played with her bracelet. “I’ve seen you around the diner. You’re not the…most welcoming face here and I’ve also saw you get up and leave on multiple occasions when someone sat at your table”

Her cheeks were a shade or two darker and she didn’t look at him but rather looked at her fidgeting hands. She was embarrassed for admitting she noticed him way before this encounter, she was nervous that she had crossed a line. What she said was true, he knew he wasn’t the nicest person but he did genuinely enjoy her presence, also he’d been in a number of situations where he would have liked someone to pretend to be there with him so he’d escape an acquaintance or a fangirl. Plus, the very same day Naruto told him he should do an act of ‘kindness’ a day or his karma would turn bad. He didn’t believe in the nonsense his blonde friend talked about, but when she sat down she looked in so much distress even he didn’t have the heart to tell her to leave.

“You’re right, But, you looked frightened, I’m not heartless,” He said in a neutral voice and Hinata blushed even redder. His lips twitched upward. Where did her confidence and acting skills go?

“I-I-I didn’t mean you are heartless…just…umm, uh” she was at a loss of words.

“It’s fine. You didn’t offend me” Hinata looked up at him relived.

“I didn’t? Oh, that’s really good, because I didn’t mean anything rude by what I said” her shoulders relaxed and her blush faded, not completely she was still a bit flushed but not quite as red as before.

“Since you knew there was a chance, I’d leave why did you sit here?”

Her smile softened a little. “Have you ever seen a person and had the urge to talk to them? For them to be your friend? I don’t mean to sound creepy, but every time I saw you here, I always wanted to talk to you, I just never had the courage. I guess the situation gave me the opportunity to do so. And I’m quite glad because, I don’t know about you, but I’m having a pretty good time talking to you” her cheeks flared even redder with each confession, for some reason admitting her thoughts in front of him was embarrassing. “Oh, just so you know, I’ve never done this before. I just had a pretty bad day and didn’t want it to get worse by having to be in his company for long.”

Their talk continued for a while longer until finally, their food arrived. The older waitress placed their orders on the table.

“There you go. Enjoy your food”

“Thank you” Hinata nodded at the waitress with a smile.

“I have one more question.” Sasuke said as Hinata took a sip of her lemonade, but gestured with her hand for him to go on. “What happened? When he was here you were a very smooth talker, but when you thought you offended me you seemed to be drowning in your own words”

Her blush came back and Sasuke decided he quite liked how she looked with it. She played with the tips of her hair, rolling it onto her finger. “W-when I was little, I was extremely shy, I couldn’t even look at strangers, my parents entered me in acting classes in hopes that I’d get over it. It didn’t really go as planned. I’m a lot better now, obviously but I still get anxious easily. Even so the acting classes did help me, when I’m in a crisis I seem to calm down and I’m able to collect my thoughts” She looked a bit over his shoulder in deep thought. “It’s like a defence mechanism but it doesn’t always work. Case in point when I o-offended you, which I’m sorry about again”

“I see…also you didn’t offend me, I told you this before. You only stated your opinion, which was true by the way”

She smiled at him once more and they started eating, it wasn’t complete silence, they made small talk asked about normal things, hobbies, friends, school and all that. Once they were finished and Sasuke asked for the bill since it was getting pretty dark and the rain finally stopped, he noticed her playing with the bracelet again.

“Something wrong?”

“Huh?” she looked up at him confused.

“You were fidgeting your hands like you did before when you were nervous. Is something bothering you?”

Hinata opened her mouth. They had spent about 2 or 3 hours together and he was able to pick up some of her habits already. He did seem like the type of person that paid attention, he was quiet but observing. Without meaning to she associated him with one of those old people from the park that sit on a bench and watch everyone pass by, like they don’t belong to this world, they just witness it, they are watchers that see the smallest details.

He didn’t know what she was thinking about, but her smile was beautifully tragic, she seemed sad, or at least contemplative.

“I was just thinking how much I enjoyed our…lunch? Dinner? And was wondering how awkward it would be to…a-ask for your number m-maybe?”

He also liked when she stuttered a little. “I don’t see why not. I enjoyed myself as well”

If only Naruto saw him give his number to a girl, the blonde would never let this slide, which was also why he’d never tell his blonde best friend about the petite blue-haired girl that made his ordinary day a little bit extraordinary, she proved that sometimes doing things you’ve never done can have a good end result, in this case talking to a stranger and pretending to date led to a pleasant evening and hopefully a friend and maybe more.

#sasuhina #sasuhina month #shmonth #sasuhinamonth #sasuhinamonth2021 #shmonth2021 #sasuhina month 2021 #susake uchiha #uchiha #sasuke #hinata hyuuga #hinata #hyuuga #naruto #fake dating #sasuhinafanfic #sasuhina fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #dia story #diawrites

[bittersweetmorality]

Relationship HC’s: Satoru Gojo ! <3 [x gender neutral reader]

A/N: hello :> the final part coming at you. we have god himself, in the flesh, gojo satoru. yes. the songs i included for him are all over the place, just like him oopz. you get, sexy, chaotic, and just pure romantic songs (just like you would when you’re dating him :>) enjoy bbs!

Warnings: swearing, very very slight suggestive themes

W/C: approx. 1,400

Satoru Gojo

(song: Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High by Arctic Monkeys , Man on the Moon by Zella Day , Dance with Me by beabadoobee , Filter by Jimin of BTS , Un Anno D’Amore by Mina)

- this mf

- now, a relationship with itadori is just being in love and enjoying life because he’s just so fun

- and with megumi it’s passionate and deep love, right?

- mr. gojo satoru is just a TEASE

- he knows he’s an ethereal being, and while he doesn’t throw it in your face, he... he knows

- basically he knows he can tease you all he wants and you’ll remain putty in his hands

- but obviously, not in a bad way!! it’s all in good fun

- with him, it’s 70% teasing, 15% serious romantic aspects, 10% pure CHAOS

- let’s go through the details shall we

- he’s the type to kiss you everywhere but where you really want it

- like kiss you on the nose, cheeks, eyes, everywhere but your lips

- no matter how much you huff about it

- he’ll kiss you on the lips when he wants to

- heehee

- but when he does it’s clear how much he cares about you, even if he’s in a playful mood

- his hand can always be found guiding you from your chin or resting on the back of your head

- he’d place a single finger under your chin, pulling your gaze up to meet his before kissing you

- if you grab him with two hands and pull him in to kiss you by the cheeks he’ll malfunction

- seriously, he’ll melt on the spot

- but, anyway your moments with him are... extreme (if that’s the right word to use)

- let me explain

- if he’s teasing, gosh he’s really going at it

- if he’s romantic you’ll feel like you’re on the moon (hint hint wink wink the song)

- and when it’s chaos.... yeah you definitely broke some laws

- speaking of breaking laws

- he does not know how to drive 😀

- he tells you every time “i have enough outside experience to figure out how to operate a fucking car, okay?”

- no he does not

- he never crashes or hurts anyone inside the vehicle, but man you cannot say the same to the property OUTSIDE the car

- whether or not he caused millions of dollars in city repairs, you’ll always end up at a fast food drive-thru for your midnight snack dates

- but please someone tell him that he will hurt someone unless he fully gets his license

- and before you ask him, yeah he’s gotten multiple tickets

- he didn’t even get out of them, he’s sure that if he ever gets stopped by the police again they’d definitely recognize him

- BUT ANYWAY !

- back to the dates

- dates with gojo are so spontaneous, you hardly plan any

- you’ve probably planned only one, and it was an anniversary

- but it’s not like it went according to plan anyway

- sometimes you and him stay up all night on accident, both of you thrumming with energy the entire evening when you realized the light of the early sun poking from the curtain

- “oh shit, it’s morning? what time is it?”

- “5:54 am”

- “holy shit... do you wanna go watch the sunrise?”

- “hell yeah”

- just as he can go from 0 to 10000, he goes from 10000 to 0 real quick on very rare occasions though

- only when he’s super tired, like drop dead

- he’ll just burn out, falling face first into the covers of your bed before adjusting himself into a comfortable position, extending his arms and giving you the “grabby hands” gesture

- this ALWAYS means he wants to cuddle

- speaking of cuddling

- gojo said BIG SPOON !

- we all know he’s amazing at literally everything on god’s green earth but

- damn... when he cuddles....

- .......damn..........

- just like in any aspect of your relationship, your cuddles can be chaotic, teasing or just purely romantic and loving

- during chaotic cuddles he just laughs at EVERYTHING

- seriously, you could say “doodoo fart ass” and he snorts for the first time in front of you

- literally just an idiot with no more than two braincells in his head

- now, teasing cuddles usually lead to.... 😐😐........ yeah

- i mean, what else are you supposed to do when his lips linger too far?

- when it comes to romantic cuddles, he’s either talking your ear off about how amazing and perfect you are, or it’s just complete silence

- simply enjoying that fact the he gets to hold you

- he could honestly die like this

- honestly, although he’s a ball of pure energy, he loves dates at home with you

- but i feel like i should mention that one date y’all had

- you two were at the mall, and suddenly he dragged you into Victoria’s Secret, claiming he just needed to show you this one pair of lingerie that would look stunning on you

- jokes on you because he tricked you, only to pick up the ugliest, lime-green granny panties and said the loudest he possibly could,

- “babe, i feel like these would suit you really well for tonight, yaknow, our special night~”

- good thing he lets you beat him up sometimes

- anyway back to lazy dates

- he says a lot of things when he’s lazily nuzzled into you; sweet nothings

- “yaknow, you looked really pretty during that one date we had that one time.”

- “which one are you talking about?”

- “yeah, that one.”

- you practically feel the smirk on his face after he said that

- he also tells you how much he loves you during these times

- and how could you not believe him when his bright blue eyes are staring into yours as he says it

- it’s just very obvious how sincere he’s being

- but anyway

- he LOOOVES movie dates

- but, in-home movie dates

- because he’s the type of guy to pause the movie, his hand smacked over his mouth in disbelief commenting about what just happened

- “DID Y- DID YOU SEE THAT? HOLY SHIT!”

- “gojo i’m sitting right next to you.”

- “YEAH BUT HE JU-“

- he’s actively commentating throughout the entire thing, i hope you’re ready

- but of course, how could i not mention the way sweets play into y’all’s relationship

- surprisingly but unsurprisingly, it’s very easy to bribe him

- threaten to take away his sweets and, oh lord he is on his knees for you

- also he frequently shares lollipops with you, i take no criticism on this one

- but anyway, basically everything with him is just constant fun, and he’s the only guy who actually knows what to do in a relationship

- it’s never awkward with him, never a dull moment

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“gojo!!! hurry up i wanna press play!” you whined from the couch.

“hold ooooooon, i’m coming i’m coming, just grabbing the snacks.” he called back, even in this context, somehow having a teasing lilt to his tone.

you see him waddle back over in the corner of your eye, arms filled to the brim with candies and snacks. he fumbles slightly as he lets all of the bags cascade out of his grasp.

“damn.” was all you could think of saying in the moment, staring at the ginormous pile in front of you.

“‘damn’ is absolutely right. now i’m ready to watch.” he smiles, settling into the couch with a lollipop in his mouth and extending his arms to do the grabby-hands motion.

you understood his invitation, and gladly took it as you pressed play. his arms wrapped around your torso, wiggling his body slightly in attempt to nestle you as deep as he could into his chest.

the movie began to play, several minutes passing before gojo let out a contented sigh.

“what if we stayed like this forever? d’you think you’d ever get sick of me?” he asks. his gaze averted away from the screen, something a bit unusual for him.

you tsked in mock annoyance. “honey, gojo, i’m already sick and tired of you.”

your sarcastic remark was followed by a kiss on the back of his hand. obviously you didn’t mean it; he knew that. he didn’t need the reassurance, but he never complained, as he planted a kiss on the top of your head.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[courtofwingsandruin]

Does anyone else ever think how we know that originally, Lucien and Nesta were supposed to end up together, not Cassian and Nesta? And how that means that this bond between Lucien and Elain probably was a very sudden idea SJM had when writing ACOMAF out?

She decided to change it because this relationship wouldn’t work. I’m not gonna lie that this is slightly perplexing to me. Lucien, especially ACOTAR-era Lucien, probably could’ve gotten along with Nesta quite well. I know SJM knows her characters better than us, but I just can’t see why they wouldn’t work, y’know?

And now, with the whole 3 brothers/3 sisters thing...I’m wondering if that’s part of the reason why. If SJM realized she wanted Lucien to have some connection to one of the three (a mating bond, rather than a romantic relationship), but doesn’t get with them. Because in the end, she had these two Bat Bois sitting right here who would work with them just as well, if not better, than Lucien could with either of them—and it would give her a future story to tell with the three brothers/three sisters and Koschei storyline.

I feel this can be reinforced by the fact that SJM has been planning Elain’s specifically but also Nesta’s story since ACOMAF. She made a lot of decisions while writing ACOMAF and began preparing things for the future books she wanted to write. Choosing not to have Nesta and Lucien get together, instead the tension between Cassian and Nesta the moment they meet. The way Elain and Azriel seem to click and focus on each other the moment they meet, too (if you reread that first meeting I promise you’ll see it. Elain specifically looks to Azriel, not her newly-fae sister, not the High Lord, not the much louder Illyrian right next to Az—not even Nesta. She looks to Azriel every single time when she was unsure, and he’s constantly reassuring her that she’s good to speak up and try). I don’t think that was a coincidence.

Not to mention that if she was planning for Elain and Lucien to be together, she would’ve most definitely given them at least one romantic coded moment together. The closest thing I’ve seen is when Lucien is leaving once and Elain nearly steps down the stairs to say something to him but he’s already gone. And honestly, I blame that completely on the bond. We know they can feel each other’s emotions, Rhys and Feyre can feel each other’s even with their mental shields up (or are supposed to be able to at least)—and we see that Lucien had “longing and sadness” in his eyes just before he disappeared there, which was when Elain almost stepped down. Then Lucien had winnowed away, and she walked away without any other care (likely because the farther away he was the less strong the pull of the mating bond, so she couldn’t feel him as strongly then). This is chapter 34 of ACOWAR. This is the only scene we see that seems like it has slight potential of Elucien in canon.

However, we have many, many scenes to support Elain and Azriel. Their friendship started in ACOMAF, was seen throughout ACOWAR, throughout ACOFAS, and even though we don’t see them even in the same room together but three or so times in ACOSF, there is some kind of tension between them every time (Azriel’s clear protectiveness of Elain when his shadows gathered in the corners to strike, the clear liking of each other when Elain looked away from Azriel’s smile, Nesta noticing a charged look going between them). As well as the many scenes where Azriel and usually Cassian discuss Elain and Azriel’s protectiveness comes back up. As a disclaimer, I don’t like that Azriel is also supporting not allowing Elain to go on these missions and try to prove herself. But every single other couple in the books is protective of each other. Cassian didn’t want Nesta to even let go of his hand to get the harp. Rhys had multiple occasions where he was angry and protective over Feyre doing something dangerous—when instead of going to the townhouse she fought in the streets of Velaris, when she went to find the Suriel during the war. Saying “oh but they’re mates” ignores the fact that it’s said most all males are possessive and protective like this in their world, regardless if it’s a mating bond or family or love. And it also ignores the very plausible theory of Azriel being Elain’s second and/or true mate. I won’t get into that right now though.

And then, of course, the bonus chapter proved that Elain and Azriel’s feeling definitely are not just platonic, and they both have a lot going on behind the scenes. I won’t get into the chapter much because I have plenty of other posts on my blog where I or someone else dissected and discussed it. But they definitely have both romantic and sexual interest in each other.

I truly, truly don’t see why SJM would set that up over the course of three novels and one novella to suddenly not put them together. Especially knowing that she’s said she doesn’t like couples that were built up over long periods of time (4 books is a very long time) and then don’t end up together. I don’t think she introduced Gwyn to be a romantic interest—I do think she included Gwyn in his extra chapter to confuse us and cause panic and chaos, sure, SJM is like that, remember when we first met Emerie? And then Emerie turned out to have no connection to Cassian other than him being her mentor/trainer and she being Nesta’s friend? I don’t think Gwyn will have any actual potential as a romantic partner. This also parallels Cassian and Nesta’s story—with them both mentioning another girl pre-getting together and (likely) nothing actually comes of it. She does parallel things a lot, and I don’t think she did this on accident.

To round this out, I’d like to bring us back to Lucien and Nesta. If she originally had them together, I think there can definitely be an implication there that she had considered them working some. And Cassian and ACOTAR-era Lucien are similar, as well as...well, Nesta and Vassa. The firebird and the silver flames. A human Queen and the Queen of Queens. Vassa has shown a great backbone, will openly bicker with people (we hear about her and Jurian fighting a lot), she’s just this woman who seems like she could be similar enough to Nesta to warrant the idea that Nesta/Lucien could’ve possibly worked if Nesta was a little more like Vassa or Lucien was a little more like Cassian.

I also want to clarify that I’m not against the Elain and Lucien ship, nor am I against Gwyn and Azriel. I actually ship Elain and Lucien—just not as much as I ship Elain and Azriel, because I’m 99.9% certain that Elriel will be endgame (always leave room for error). And once the next book is out and this whole mess has cleared up, I could definitely get behind Gwyn and Azriel as a non-canon sorta-crack ship. I read about pairings that completely disregard canon all the time (Feycien is hardcore slept on). But I can’t find myself supporting Gwyn and Azriel right now, not while this ship war is happening, because I feel right now is the time to actually look at canon and focus on what’s obviously there—not what, to me, is more of just a fun little ship that could work in theory and fanfics and that’s about it.

And that’s all. End rant. I’m so sorry if you actually read all this. This stuff has been on loop in my head for days and I had to word vomit again.

#acotar #acosf #a court of silver flames #elain archeron #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #elriel #acomaf #acowar #pro elriel #i’m not tagging this as anti anything bc i’m not anti any of the ships #the other ships are cute! i like it theory! not seeing it in canon #vassa x lucien #it’s not really about them but i am supporting it some in this? #and it seems like the only safe ship other than elriel to mention? #i don’t want to make anyone mad by tagging this wrong

[cosmicbash]

One the angsty prompt ideas I’ve been thinking about is Kells practicing how to cook for weeks so he can surprise Em by cooking him dinner, maybe for an anniversary or something, and on the day Kells has planned to surprise him, Em is hours late, leaving Kells alone for the evening. If you’re interested maybe you could write something like this? 🥰

3 years together. One thousand and ninety five fucking days between him and this old dorky man.

It's insane. Downright impossible to believe but Colson knows it's as real and true as the 2 year sobriety chip he's got hung around his neck on the gold chain Marshall gifted him with it this morning.

Both their relationship and his sobriety are as intertwined as their lives are now. Marshall's like the glue that holds all of his pieces together. Picking Colson back up, time and time again whenever he shattered in the beginning and filling in the gaps with his own loose pieces until it was Colson's turn to do the same. Which, by then, it only made sense to combine their puzzles and broaden the picture.

Now Marshall swoops in for Casie's PTA meetings he can’t make during tour. Holding the phone and helping him FaceTime for soccer games and school conferences when flight delays or bad luck keeps him late.

Colson tags along to Whitney's first few dates out in LA, weaving through the public spaces Marshall never could without drawing attention just to make sure she's safe and respected.

They tag team any situation involving the girls, even though Alaina and Hailey both still snicker at him from time to time, and Casie rolls her eyes at Marshall's rules. They're more than just dating now.

They're family.

And even just thinking about that brings tears to Colson's eyes.

Or maybe it's the onions. Baze said chewing gum helped mitigate this fucking problem but goddammit does it burn-

"Fuck!"

He has no idea how he got it in his mind that he could actually cook a meal, let alone a full anniversary dinner for Marshall but here he is. A pot and pan already cooking on the stove and his fingers knicked a dozen times in his rush to cut up more veggies for the sauce. 

It's insane.

But Colson's following through with it anyway, because he fucking loves Marshall and that bastard cooks dinner for them every single holiday or occasion so it's about time he stepped up to the plate and did it himself. 

Plus he's been secretly practicing for weeks with Baze over both FaceTime and a few in person lessons. Perfecting his simmering styles and meat seasoning to make the tastiest meal he can manage all on his own.

So far the last three times he's made the dish his bassist had given stellar reviews so there's little chance he'll somehow fuck it up tonight knowing it's for Marshall…..at least, he hopes.

The minor setbacks his butchered fingers have brought aside though, so far everything was coming along perfectly. His noodles are boiling (never over the rim, thank you wooden spoon trick), his meats marinating, and as soon as he tosses these sliced onions in his sauce will be cooking down beautifully.

All in all the night is starting to look like it just might be perfect.

Until 6 o'clock passes by and Colson's ears never pick up the click of the front door knob, or the hum of Marshall's escalade pulling up front outside.

The food's still simmering, minutes away from being actually done so he doesn't worry too much. Sure he was hoping to have a sweet moment where his boyfriend comes home and catches him cooking at the stove like a traditional housewife, but seeing his face when the food's done and plated promises to be just as cute.

Besides, Marshall has always fit the housewife role so much better than him anyway. Even the apron Colson's wearing is one of the older rapper's, stolen from his small collection in the pantry to protect his designer sweater.

Colson doesn't start to worry at 6. Traffic can be a bitch.

7 though? And then 7:30 when his texts go unread and his calls ring all the way through to voice-mail? That's when the blonde starts to fret. 

He's luckily put off plating because some brief flash on uncertainty had run through him after the food finished so it's stayed warm and simmering on the stove. But even that had to come to an end before 7:30 because his sauce would singe or his noodles might squish, so now Colson's trying to keep busy by perfecting the presentation. Shaky fingers swiping around the edges of Marshall's plate to clean up a splatter of sauce. Every Chopped Judge rambling off feedback in his head until he has it looking like something he's certain even Gordon fucking Ramsey would ask for a bite of.

By 8 the dinner table is set. His plate, Marshall's, the bucket of low alcoholic wine they both love chilling as a centerpiece. Colson even lights a few candles and adds some flowers from this mornings gift exchanges to keep himself from screaming.

There's a pit in his stomach that's steadily been growing though. Every passing minute and glance to his phone where he finds no change only carving it deeper. 

Marshall should be home. He never runs this late at the studio without a call, let alone without a message. He's treated his work like any other 9-5 job since before they ever even got together, always strict about his routine and careful to make up for over run hours by leaving earlier the next day. Usually Colson likes to bust his balls and insist he live a little more spontaneously but tonight isn't the one to pull that.

Especially not if it means Marshall's going to completely forget to check his fucking phone and leave him trying not to think the worst.

Colson only males it another 5 minutes before he caves and texts Paul. Fingers tapping fast across his screen to draft multiple desperate sounding messages before he finally settles on a "Em bust his phone again?" That feels just casual enough to not embarrass him in the off chance Marshall decides to burst through the front door seconds after it sends.

The door stays closed though and Paul doesn't open the message at all. 

Now Colson can't even start passive aggressively eating dinner on his own if he wanted too. The pit in his stomach has torn itself open wide into a nauseous chasm. Every scary possibility he wanted to avoid thinking about spilling forth from the dark trench like ghouls.

He's dead. Some crazy fan broke into the studio and shot the whole place up. No one's gotten around to tell him yet, that's all. They're too busy dealing with the fallout.

No, Em's security is beyond top tier, and with how close Colson and his current bodyguard are he knows the guy would call him immediately. Marshall's fine.

Unless… what if he was in a car accident? Or some road rage incident gone fatal? Colson's seen Marshall's short temper flare up while driving. They've made dozens of jokes about it in the past, so is it really that unreasonable to believe?

Colson's pacing in the front haul when he calls Porter. Phone tucked between his ear and shoulder while he fights his shoe laces, heart racing in his chest. Prepping to fly out of the house the second Denaun tells him what fucking hospital Marshall's staying in, praying it's at the ICU section and not some fucking morgue.

"Kelly?" The older man sounds confused when he finally answers. Voice high and tone light like he's expecting this to be a butt dial. "What's up man?"

The lack of rush or worry in Denaun's voice almost soothes Colson's panic right on the spot. Surely he wouldn't sound so casual if something had happened. 

It's enough to keep Colson from immediately pleading for Marshall's safety at the least. "H-hey, uh nothing really-" Maybe Marshall is even with him right now, realizing how fucking late its gotten and how shit of a boyfriend he's been and that's why Denaun sounds awkward too. "Just uh, waiting for Marsh to get his slow ass home ya know? Sorry, aheh, I'm probably sounding like a fucking needy girlfriend right now, calling his friends and shit-" the longer Colson rambles the more embarrassed he actually feels in the moment.

God he must sound pathetic right now. Panicking over Marshall being a few hours late.

"Waiting? Didn't Marshall head out like 2 hours ago?"

"W-what?"

Colson's blood feels like actual ice in his veins.

"He isn't home? I mean, I know he was gonna stop at- fuck is it already half past 8? Marshall seriously isn't home?" Denaun's sudden panic only heightens Colson's own, but he can't get any more words to come out. Not with how a rock feels like it's jumped up his throat. "Shit, Ryan are you getting through to him? Try Paul-"

Ryan's there too? 

"What? Paul's gotta fucking answer-"

They can't get ahold of Paul either?

"Kelly have you-"

Marshall's missing. Colson's been standing around making dinner for hours, worrying over the portion sizes and appearance of his plates and Marshall's been fucking missing. What kind of partner is he? What will he even tell Hailey? Alaina? And fuck Casie is supposed to be coming up this weekend so they can all go vacation together before his next tour-

The front door bumping into his shoe startles Colson out of his frozen panic. Denaun's angry shouting dropping from his ear, as he twists and meets a pair of sheepish blue eyes peeking around the hardwood.

"Hey." 

Marshall's…..

"Is that my apron?"

So fucking dead.

"Is this your--" Colson's fingers are curling around the edge of the door so fast he doesn't even care that it makes his phone fly to the floor. "That's what you want to fucking say to me!?" His anger is boiling fast, replacing the cold in his veins with lava. "You fucking piece of-"

Marshall stumbling inside with the yanked door is expected, but the flash of bandages and a sling douse Colson's flames like a bucket of water. "Ow, fuck just give me a second to explain-"

He's hurt.

Now with all of Marshall visible Colson's hyperaware of dry blood splattered on his white graphic tee and scratches partially hidden within the rapper's beard along his cheek. "I got in an accident out on the M-8, it was minor but-"

Colson really can't handle all these rapid mood switches Marshall is putting him through today.

“You fucking idiot-“ Tears are bubbling up in his eyes and it’s like his hands can’t reach his partner fast enough. Pulling Marshall into his arms for a tight hug despite the pained noises his actions inspire. “Stupid, old asshole-“ Marshall’s hurt, the cars probably wrecked, but he’s home and that’s enough of a relief to finally smother that pit weighing down his stomach. “Don’t ever scare me like that again!”

A moment passes before he’s hugged back, shock more than likely freezing his partner up but when Marshall does loop his good arm around Colson he pulls him close. So close Colson is the one who’s bones feel like they might ache. “Can’t make any promises about that,” The older rapper’s palm feels warm when it climbs to cup his neck, Marshall’s face turning to press a kiss into Colson’s throat. 

That brush of lips is the final crack to release the flood gates.

"I love you."

"I know."

"I really really fucking love you."

"I know baby."

"I don't care how old your ass is, you better hold out and fucking die after me like a proper goddamn boyfriend, you hear me Marshall?" He's getting snot all over the older rapper's shirt. Full on smearing it across his own cheek and the fabric with every pointless rub of his face. "I love you so fucking much. Can't do this without you."

"Told you I'm not dying after you unless you kill me first, and I'm chasing you into the afterlife once you do go too. Fuck all the marriage shit, death ain't parting us either you brat." Marshall's tone is light and his palm is doing wonders to comfort him by rubbing circles into his back. It's enough to slow his hiccupped breathing down a few notches. "I dunno if you noticed but, I'm a little obsessed with you."

That drags out a wet snort. "Y-yeah?" When Colson pulls back to meet Marshall's eyes he swears he can see a wet shimmer starting to glaze over his partner’s as well. "Prove it then."

There's a flicker of something in blue eyes, so fast that Colson almost thinks he hallucinates the emotion altogether. But then Marshall's wrapped up arm wiggles between their bodies. The dark blue of the sling catching and sliding so his scratched up fist can shimmy its way partially out. "Planned on it-" There's something clutched tight there, black peeking out from between Marshall's finger and thumb. It's got Colson's heart dropping down into his stomach all over again. "What do you think I was driving so late on the M-8 for?"

"Marshall-" It can't be.

"Colson." But his shithead of an accident victim boyfriend is pulling back, both his good arm and slung arm awkwardly flailing in the air for a moment as he drops down on one knee. The visible wince not hidden as well as Colson imagines the man wants it to be. But Marshall's eyes are softening, and the blonde feels completely cemented in place. The only part of him moving being the uncontrollable shaky quiver of his bottom lip. "I had a whole moment planned, there were flowers, balloons, and those stupidly expensive alcoholic chocolates you love, but they all got absolutely trashed in the crash. Like, half of Detroit is probably going to think the Macies Thanksgiving parade started early. Paul called to have it all replaced, and honestly some intern is probably going to come banging on the door in about 20 minutes but I don't want to wait-" There's a flash of genuine worry that's furrowing the skin between Marshall's brows as he continues. "So I'm sorry this isn't gonna be that fancy perfect proposal you've always dreamed of-"

"Shut up." Colson's voice can't go above a whisper. His tone quick and clipped from how anxious he is to hear the man finally finish. "Just- shut up, ask me. Ask me Marsh, please-"

"Fine, always need to rush me."The rapper's lip quirks at the corners. Hands transferring the small box between eachother with a bit of fumbling. "Will you, Colson Baker-" Until Marshall can finally get it open with an audible clunk. "Legally commit to being with my annoying old ass forever?" 

#sorry i had to give it a happy ending #i hope thats okay #🥺🥺 #kells totally snots all over Em's shirt even more #and they end up sitting there at the dinner table #Em shirtless and Kells grinning like an idiot #eating cold food and being utterly inlove until the intern finally shows up #em slipping him a good couple hundred dollar tip #emgk #asks

[moon-stars01]

~Call Me Beep Me~

Hoshi x Reader

Author:prkjimin

Summary:Kwon Soonyoung does not know how to text

Pairing:Soonyoung(Seventeen) x Reader

Gene:fluff,friends to lovers,texting

Rating:General Audiences

Word Count:1147

Call Me Beep Me

kwon soonyoung, y/n learns, does not know how to text.

 and maybe that's a little unfair to say, because soonyoung does know how, if his endless list of conversations dating to a year ago say anything. he just isn't very good at it.

 he doesn't understand the careful etiquette of texting; replying too late to time sensitive messages and abusing emojis, sending multiple texts all on different subjects in the span of four minutes.

 he also, for whatever god forsaken reason, decided at some point autocorrect wasn't a necessary, resulting in messages more often than not being a scrambled incoherent mess that leaves y/n guessing if soonyoung’s piss drunk somewhere or just typing too quickly (it's the latter, most of the time.)

 Y/n’s phone buzzes one night as she’s trying -- and failing miserably -- to cram a unit’s worth of biology into her deteriorating brain, turning it to mush inside her skull.She nearly pounces on her

phone, welcoming the distraction with open arms until she sees the mess of letter on her screen and soonyoung’s contact name (which consists of the elders initials and an onslaught of star emojis that he just won't let y/n change).

 She almost sighs when she swipes the message open, wondering if decoding her oppa’s message would cause more of a headache then trying to teach herself biology.

Ksy

10:27pm

Momdy!! r u fiished work???

 Y/n furrows her eyebrows, wondering if her dysphericing skills are lacking or if soonyoung had just referred to her as “mommy”

 Y/n

10:27pm

what

 

She sends back simply, throwing her phone back onto her bed because she knows soonyoung won't bless her another response for at least twenty minutes, turning back to her heavy textbook reluctantly.

to her surprise, her phone goes off again less than two minutes later.

 

ksy

10:29pm

oh lol ur nt my mother

 

ksy

10:29pm

ur nubmers r the sam but differnet

 

Y/n huffs a little airy laugh, unsurprised at the mix up between contacts because she’s pretty sure soonyoung has still yet to save a single number apart from the local pizza delivery.

 before y/n can type a response however, her phone is buzzing again, the younger slightly surprised at how active soonyoung is.

 

ksy

10:30pm

but if u send me mkney for allowencd u could b my mommy;)

 

Y/n nearly chokes when she reads over the message, going through it a third and fourth time just to ensure this isn't a stroke or hallucination, half convinced now that this is one of the rare occasions that soonyoung’s drunk and his brain is beginning to seize function when she realizes she's read it correctly.

 

Y/n

10:32pm

oh ya that's me, ur two year younger bdsm sugar mommy dom who's actually a whole infant

 

is what she ends up sending in response, deciding to go along with soonyoung’s joke somewhat because she doesn't wanna be that girl who can't platonically joke around about being in sexual relationships with her friends.

 again, soonyoung's response is surprisingly fast and y/n has to wonder if the elder had possibly been waiting for her text.

 

ksy

10:34pm

smh no bdsm mommy’s here

 

and then,

 

ksy

10:34pm

i'd settle for some vanilla kisses with you though

 

it's the lack of misspellings that really gets y/n, picturing soonyoung sitting on his couch, or floor, or bed or wherever and deliberately pressing each letter in order, words joining together to create a sentence with some sort of intentions that y/n isn't sure of just yet, unsure if she actually wants to know.

 

Y/n

10:37pm

lmao are you feeling okay??

 

the younger sends, only a little less concerned for her own well being as she finds herself reading soonyoung’s messages again. maybe he'd gotten his phone stolen, or maybe y/n’s being pranked. there's a million motives that could be lingering behind soonyoung’s messages besides real, actual mutual interest in y/n so she tries not to let herself get too invested.

 

ksy

10:40pm

ofc

 

ksy

10:40pm

got a little 2 confident behind an innocent joke n accidently exposed how i felt, ooPs

 

Y/n frowns at this, confused as to what soonyoung’s implying as another hundred scenarios whirl through her brain.

 

Y/n

10:41pm

what do you mean?

 

ten minutes go by without a response and y/n almost screams when she hears her phone go off, unlocking it quickly to reveal soonyoung’s message because she's almost driven herself insane trying to conjure up a reason.

 ksy

10:53pm

i just mean that i genuinely do like u but i approached it w a joke which leads this to b weird now lol

 

Y/n wishes she could describe the feeling in her stomach as anything other than a violent, rumbling hurricane of emotion but she can't as she slaps either hand over her steadily warming cheeks, barely aware she's squeaking until the sound echoes back into her own ears.

 her hands are shaking as she types a careful response, rewording it twice before finally bringing herself to hit send and then she's hovering over her device like a hawk, jumping at every sound and cursing at every instagram notification.

 Y/n

10:55pm

i really hope you aren't fucking with me bc i actually like you soonyoung and it’ll be really uncool if you're just doing this for a laugh js

 

ksy

11:00pm

is that how lowly you think of me? ouch :( </3

 

ksy

11:00pm

i really do like you y/n l/n

 

at this y/n jumps into the call app, typing soonyoung’s number easily -- because she's good at remembering things and not because she's spent so many hours staring at the other’s contact okay? -- and biting her lip a little harder at each rhythmic ring until soonyoung answers.

 “kwon residence, how may i help you?” he answers, cheery and perky like he hadn't just flipped y/n’s entire world on its head.

 “you're an asshole ,” y/n breathes, laughing in almost disbelief and then there's an echo of an equally pleased laugh, light and innocent that sends y/n's heart soaring.

 “oh man, you could have warned me if you were just calling to verbally abuse me over the phone,” soonyoung jokes and y/n can practically hear the pout in his voice.

 “it’s due diligence, you almost gave me a heart attack. how could you of all people think it's a good idea to confess over text?” Y/n squawks but she's still smiling brightly, giddy at the realization that this is real.

 “in my defence, i had a really good speech prepared with a little love letter and all, but you were going along with the joke so i got ahead of myself.” soonyoung says, clearing his throat a little before y/n has a chance to reply, and then;

 “are you down for some vanilla making out right now?”

 Y/n can only yell in response.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #kpop fanfic #kwon soonyoung #hoshi #hoshi scenarios #hoshi fanfic #kpop oneshots

[alitaimagines]

“I can’t wait to fall in love with you, you can’t wait to fall in love with me, this just can’t be summer love, you see.”

character: levi ackerman - ATTACK ON TITAN

note: this is my CEO au! I’ve been meaning to write this for so long but i’m barely getting around to it. there could be multiple parts to this. 

you were sitting down at one of the common room lunch tables with Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, and Armin. the company all of you worked at tended to break all of you at the same time so it wasn’t unusual to see the six of you together for lunch or small breaks. 

“are we still going out tonight?” Sasha asked with a mouthful of baked potato, “more than likely,” Mikasa said with a monotone voice, “I’m not going to be in charge of any of you like last time,” she added. 

you knew she was hinting at you with that comment. you tended to go a little overboard with the drinking at times and she, on more than occasion, had to carry or take you back home. Eren, Reiner, and yourself were the ones who usually went all out. 

“aww, come on,” you mocked as she gave you the finger, “I need the small break! I’ll make you breakfast in the morning!” you offered as Sasha immediately perked up, “I’ll take care of ya, ( your name ),” you couldn’t help but laugh, “yeah and if I leave you to take care of me, it’s going to be Connie taking care of us,” you interjected. 

Sasha knew you held a point. you took a sip of your soda before releasing an unintentional burp, “wow, good one!” you heard one of your superiors say. 

Armin stared down at the table realizing your three bosses were right behind you. you didn’t even want to look back at them knowing what you did was extremely inappropriate. 

“hello Mr.Ackerman,” you whispered as you tried to hide the embarrassed feeling you had, “my break is done in five minutes so I’ll be over to my desk in a matter of minutes,” you explained. 

you heard Hanji laughing making you even more nervous, “aw Levi! you have your assistant terrified of you! that’s no way to have them,” Hanji remarked as you felt yourself wanting crawl in a hole and die. 

“you went through six assistants before Moblit,” Levi threatened as Hanji remained quiet, “exactly, watch it,” you pulled your things together before looking over to Mikasa, “remember I need to stop at my house for my night bag before heading over to yours. you already know how I am after I drink,” you whispered as she nodded. 

you grabbed the files you were supposed to work on and followed your boss to his one o’clock meeting. your mind was still stuck on the action you had did in front of Levi and felt yourself get embarrassed all over again. 

“going out tonight, ( your name )?” Hanji asked a bit loudly, “uh, yeah. a few of us gather at the bar a few blocks down from here every Friday after work,” you explained trying not to out anyone as unprofessional.  

she nodded, “how fun! how come you never invited any of us?” she asked as you felt your face heat up instantly, “uh, I, we, never thought our bosses would be interested in going out with a bunch of low rank employees,” you managed to say through your flustered state. 

“Hanji, enough,” Levi stated as she rolled her eyes, “I think we both know someone who could use a night out,” she suggested as she pointed to Levi, “but seriously! at least invite me out sometime!” she added. 

you nodded as you thankfully made it back to Levi’s office with Hanji now finally stopping her hundred question game. 

Levi unlocked the door as the both of you walked in. you knew Levi tended to have the last of his meetings towards the later part of the afternoon but for some reason, he had one scheduled right after your lunch hour and wanted you present for it. 

“would you like me to take notes for the meeting, Mr.Ackerman?” you asked him as you shuffled through a few pieces of paper, “clearly,” he muttered as you nodded. 

for the first few months of your time with the company, you had always gotten a bit upset at the way Levi talked to you but as you continued throughout the years here, you learned to live with the fact that Levi literally talked to everyone that way. 

“of course,” before you could say anything else, you heard a knock on the door. you expected it to be Levi’s client but it wasn’t, “Reiner!” you exclaimed a bit happier, “is there something you need?” you asked as you welcomed him in. 

he gave you a smirk before entering the office, “mind giving this to your boss, sweetie?” you nodded as he handed you the papers, “what are they for?” you asked as he shrugged, “Mr.Smith just told me to give them to him. anyway, you goin’ out tonight?” he asked. 

“with Eren and the rest of them? yeah, we’re meeting at Benny’s at like seven,” you explained, “then I’ll see you there, babygirl,” you rolled your eyes at the nickname, “yeah, you’re only excited that I’ll be there because Krista isn’t,” Reiner remained quiet, “exactly, goodbye Reiner.” 

you went back to Levi to hand him the papers, “Mr.Ackerman, Reiner dropped these off on the behalf of Mr.Smith,” you whispered as he basically snatched the file from your hand, “thanks,” he muttered without giving you a second look. 

your face went to confusion as you tried to figure out why he was more upset than usual, “is there something wrong?” you asked genuinely. Levi, for the first time looked up at you, “I don’t appreciate such PDA in my office, ( last name ),” you started laughing at his comment making him even more angry. 

“that wasn’t PDA, sir,” you tried to say, “Reiner is that way with all the girls in the building. if that was PDA liked you claimed it was, I wouldn’t have rolled my eyes as hard as I did,” you added. 

a sense of relief went over Levi, one that he had never felt before, “plus, I would never give Reiner the time of day. I like my men older, with a lot of life experience,” you said honestly. 

“great to know ( last name ),” he replied as you gave him a smile, “better to be honest than to be a liar. plus, I believe Braun has eyes on Ms.Rals assistant,” you inquired. 

Levi’s eyebrows fluttered in confusion, “correct me if I’m wrong ( last name ), is Reiss not involved with Fritz?” you nodded as he became more confused, “Reiner doesn’t know how to handle a no. I’m surprised, however, that you would know of such a relationship,” you mentioned, “you don’t seem like the type to know of company gossip.”  

"it’s not hard to tell when she is wrapped around Reiss’s finger,” Levi countered, “besides, I know more than you think I would,” you laughed as you stood up and sat down on the ledge of his desk.  

you knew that if it had been any other person, even Erwin and Hanji, sitting on top of his desk, he would have immediately kicked them off, claiming that they were getting everything so dirty. 

“really now?” you taunted, “like what? I wanna know the tea you’ve heard around the company!” you crossed your legs as Levi couldn’t help to actually take you in. 

Levi had never really payed much attention to his assistants before. he had gone through so secretaries and assistants that he eventually stopped paying attention to them. 

you were different however. you were afraid of him, as was everyone when they first signed up for the job, but as you got more comfortable around him, every now and then you would tease or taunt him. 

there was something that stood out to him about you. maybe it was your looks or maybe it was the you treated him, whatever it was, his mind would wander to you at times. your smile whenever you laughed at something Hanji did made his heart stop, even for a second. whenever you touched his arm or hand on accident, it felt like there was a burning sensation afterwards. 

“that’s for me to know and you to find out,” you went over to your desk and took out a bag of Pepperidge Farm cookies before going back to ledge of the desk, “would you like some? I don’t think I seen you eat lunch today,” you mentioned. 

Levi was hesitant but his mind took over and pulled out the Milano cookie, “please, I want to know! I’m very interested in this company gossip,” you exclaimed making Levi laugh before shaking his head no. 

you huffed in playful annoyance. 

“no fair! I told you everything I knew,” Levi knew that was a lie, “okay, maybe not everything,” you replied truthfully. 

for what felt like a mere few minutes actually ended up with the both of you talking for a few hours. you knew both of you had work piled high but that suddenly seemed to leave both your minds as you continued to talk. 

you heard your phone going off indicating that it was time to head home, “hey, Levi?” you asked, “we’re all going to be at the bar a few blocks down. you should come by,” you asked a bit nervously. 

Levi hadn’t been asked out anywhere in years. the last time he went to anything like that, he was still in his twenties. 

“I’ll see if I can make time in my schedule,” he replied making your eyes roll, “come on Ackerman, when’s the last time you’ve done this?” you asked as he remained silent, “exactly! Benny’s, nine o’clock,” you reminded before grabbing your Fjallraven Kanken bag and leaving. 

Levi stayed at his desk long after you were gone. his mind contemplated whether to take your invitation but his thoughts got interrupted as he heard Hanji and Erwin walk into his office. 

“go home Levi,” Erwin said as Levi shook his head no, “you should!” Hanji added, “it’s a Friday night. enjoy the fucking weekend for once.” 

Levi immediately kicked them out as they laughed to themselves. he took his phone out of his pants and did something he hadn’t done in YEARS. 

Hanji had downloaded a few social media apps to his phone once and although he never posted anything, he was still logged in. with you being so tech savvy, he was sure that you had an account somewhere. 

Levi searched through multiple peoples accounts until he stumbled upon Eren’s and got to yours. you had posted a few things to your Instagram story and clicked on it.

the first one was the photo you wore to work. the second was you at lunch with Eren, the third was of you and all the girls are the bar, and the last one was with you and Reiner. you were on his back, in a piggyback form, as you held onto Reiner’s chest a little too tight for Levi’s liking. 

Levi thought of his predicament and in the end, his mind won. he was going to meet you at the bar. he quickly shoved everything in his desk before grabbing his backpack and keys. 

you had no idea if Levi was actually going to come or not but every now and again, you would look at the door. a few noticed but didn’t say anything. 

“come on, let’s go and dance,” Reiner asked you as agreed with hesitance. 

the bar was almost blacked out that you could hardly recognize Reiner’s face as you danced against him. the lack of romance was noticeable as Reiner looked at other girls to dance with. 

“the brunette in the back is eyeing you,” you whispered to Reiner, “go to her, I’m gonna get a drink,” Reiner gave you a silent thank you before going towards her as you made your way to the bar. 

as you waited for your drink, you watched the door and felt your jaw drop noticing who walked in. 

Levi 

you knew that if you kept him out of the group, he would feel less awkward and a lot more willing to dance or even talk to you. like you had mentioned earlier, you were glad the lights were so dim that to the eye, they wouldn’t even recognize that it was Levi. 

you grabbed your drink before basically darting to Levi. 

“hey! you made it!” you screamed as he chuckled, “you threatened me, I really didn’t have a choice,” he joked making you roll your eyes, “come get a drink, they’re kind of cheap here,” you told him. 

Levi nodded as he followed you to the bar. he ended up ordering a Hennessy neat as the two of you remained sitting and talking. 

one drink turned into a few before you convinced him to dance at least one song with you. Levi followed you, albeit a little annoyed, but as soon as you got him to the dance floor, you turned around and danced against him. 

“just relax,” you whispered to him before grabbing his arm and pulling it over your shoulder to hold it, “enjoy tonight.”

Levi tried to dance back but with himself feeling a bit drunk and not having danced like this in years, he felt a bit stiff. you on the other hand were vibing straight to the song playing. 

once Levi finished his drink and you were still dancing with him, he turned you around and looked at your ( colored ) eyes. you gave him a genuine smile before relaxing into his arms. 

“But let me buy you drinks, better yet rings. Do it how you want it done, girl and who would of thought that you could be the one 'cause I can't wait to fall in love with you.” 

Levi without thinking went in for a kiss. you were a bit stunned at the sentiment but reciprocated and kissed back. you wrapped your arms around his neck as the soft make out session continued. 

“my place? it’s not to far from here,” Levi mentioned as he kind of hoped you said yes, “after you Levi.” 

ALITA 

#attack on titan #Attack on Titan Imagine #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin imagine #shingeki no kyojin x reader #AoT #aot imagine #aot x reader #snk #snk x reader #snk imagine #LEVI ACKERMAN #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman x reader

[useful-wasting-of-ink]

Life Before Death

Part 3 - Luke

Find “Part 1 - Reggie” Here

Find “Part 2 - Alex” Here 

“The last two years of Luke, Reggie, and Alex's life as told through their trauma and their support of one another.”

TRIGGER WARNING: suicide attempt, anxiety, fighting, running away, death, pain, let me know if anything else needs to be mentioned.

Luke rarely fought with his parents, but when he did fight, it lasted a while. They didn’t like him spending so much time on the band. And his grades had never been the best, but they began to drop when they started booking gigs and rehearsals got more serious. They didn’t mind him hanging out with friends, but they liked it when he focused more on school, and when he wasn’t out past midnight every other night. 

Luke was smart. He liked to read, he enjoyed history, but he just didn’t care for school. The only reason he kept going was for his parents. Because he knew how important it was to them that he get an education. 

The fighting got worse as his grades dipped, he spent more and more time at the garage, usually, Reggie or Alex would be there too, avoiding their own homes. 

There were nights he would show up at the garage late at night and find Reggie sleeping on the couch, and others where Alex was playing his drums so loud his ears didn’t stop ringing for an hour. 

Sometimes Bobby would be there, just cause he had nothing better to do, but that was rare. Bobby had a good family, who supported him and didn’t care what he did with his free time. 

When Luke ran away, the others knew immediately. He’d shown up at Alex’s house looking absolutely wrecked. Maddie had opened the door for him, but Alex had been right behind her. 

“Are you okay?” Maddie had asked as Alex rushed towards him. 

Luke had given her a weak smile, “I’ll be alright.”

Reggie had been called over immediately, and the three sat together for as long as they could but Reggie had to go home later that night. Luke had spent the night crying into Alex’s chest. 

He spent most of that year living in the garage. It wasn’t hard, it had a bathroom with a shower, and they had a minifridge in the corner. But there were nights he’d crash at Alex’s or Reggie’s when their parents were out for the night.

Alex’s parent’s still weren’t happy with Alex’s “decision to be gay” as they put it, so the only times Luke or Reggie could spend the night was when they were going to be out all night.

Luke tended to show up at his friend’s houses unannounced in the middle of the night when he was having a bad night. That was always something that he did, though it got more common after he ran away. He never liked being alone, and now he was almost always alone. 

Luke was depressed, he didn’t like to admit it, but it got hard for him sometimes. His parents knew that he wasn’t always feeling the best, but only Alex and Reggie knew the true extent of how bad it got. They were there at his absolute worst times. Alex had done his math homework the night after his attempt in tenth grade (they didn’t get much sleep that night, and Luke didn’t get much support from his parents after getting home from the hospital). Reggie had been the one to pull the blade out of his hand. He’d shown up at Luke’s house to get some help with homework and ended up at the hospital with blood on his hands. 

Luke had been released with stitches five hours later, and no one gave him a second glance (both Reggie and himself had been very insistent that it was merely a cooking accident involving a fallen knife). Alex had been there to pick them up from the hospital because Luke had decided halfway through the panic that he didn’t want his parents there, they tried to argue but he didn’t care. 

Reggie had used the payphone to call Alex and get him to come and pick them up. They’d gone back to Luke’s and didn’t leave his bedroom until lunch the next day when Reggie went to go get pizza for the three of them. Luke had fallen asleep fairly quickly, but Alex and Reggie couldn’t bring themselves to take their eyes off him. Alex was afraid if he stopped looking at him he’d disappear, Reggie was scared that if he closed his eyes he’d be back to holding the blood-soaked cloth over his best friend’s arm, trying to stop the bleeding. 

Around 5 AM Alex finally convinced Reggie to get some sleep, so Reggie fell asleep with his head on Alex’s chest and Luke’s hand in his. He hadn’t let go since they’d gotten back. 

When Luke had woken up the next morning, Alex and Reggie were both asleep next to him, and he realized how lucky he was to have them as his friends. 

Luke sat at the desk in Reggie’s room, he was staring down at his songbook, but he couldn’t figure out the lyrics he wanted to write. Alex and Reggie were sitting on the bed, and Alex was talking Reggie through a math problem he couldn’t figure out. 

Alex was good at that, explaining math to people. He’d helped Luke get his grade up on multiple occasions, and the three of them always studied together before a big test. He had been a math tutor for a couple of months, but it didn’t last long, he just didn’t have the time.

Luke turned around to stare at them, Reggie’s tongue was sticking out in concentration, and Alex was pointing at something on the page before trying to show Reggie how to do the problem on paper. 

Alex looked up and smiled at him before turning back to Reggie, the smile gave Luke butterflies, but he couldn’t explain why. He got the same feeling when Reggie would laugh at one of his jokes, or the three of them were hanging out and one of them touched his hand unexpectedly. It just happens.

Luke got up and went to sit by them, leaning over Reggie’s shoulder to watch what they were doing. Reggie leaned back onto him, letting his head fall back onto his chest. It was obvious to Alex and Luke that he was done with studying for the night. 

“Why do letters have to be in math? It was hard enough when it was just numbers, I don’t even know how to divide!” Reggie was mumbling. 

Luke laughed a little, wrapping his arms around him, “I’m gonna be honest, I’m not entirely sure I know how to divide either.” 

“I can teach you both how to divide if you’d like?” 

“No!” Reggie and Luke answered in unison. 

“Okay, okay, maybe another time,” Alex laughed, grabbing their textbooks and putting them on the floor. 

He laid back on the bed, “Reg, I love ya, but you need to buy new sheets. You’re 17, and your pillows have stormtroopers on them.” 

“My sheets are awesome, thank you very much. But also they’re just the most comfortable sheets I can find…” 

Luke nodded at that, “They are very comfortable. And I mean, the blankets are nice, it’s just plain red. Who cares about pillowcases or anything, I’m pretty sure my pillowcases still have flowers on them…” Luke hadn’t talked about his house in over a month, it wasn’t his favorite topic. 

Neither Alex nor Reggie commented, but Alex saw the way his eyes began to water and how his face scrunched up like he was in pain. Reggie noticed how Luke’s fingers began to tap slightly faster where they rested on his wrist.

Luke was holding Reggie in his arms, and Alex was laying on the bed next to them. Luke felt safer when he was touching someone, especially if it was Alex or Reggie. Even if they were just barely touching hands, it was an instant sense of relief. 

Luke wasn’t a happy person. He had a lot of issues, and he didn’t like talking about them. He wrote a lot of it into music, but he never showed anyone those songs. Sometimes he’d purposely leave his book laying open where one of them would find it, and he would find it again laying on top of his bag later that day. Whoever had found it wouldn’t talk to him about it, they knew that wasn’t what he wanted, but they gave him a hug, and a reassuring smile and they knew that that was what he wanted and that was what he needed. 

After Luke’s attempt, he spent a lot of time sitting at his desk, writing. That had been two years ago, when he was 15. The way he felt that night never really left him, but he fought it off the best he could. He realized the effect his death would have on the people he loved.

There were nights he would struggle and there were nights he’d call Alex in a panic because his head hurt so bad from the racing thoughts. Alex would come over and sit with him for hours, holding his hands so he couldn’t scratch at the skin on his arms. He would come up with strange conversation topics to help get his mind off of whatever was going on. There were also nights where Reggie would be the one to get on his bike at midnight and they would sit on the floor of Luke’s room and talk until they saw the sunrise.

Luke knew how to tell when Alex was having a bad day and when Reggie’s parents were going at it again. Alex knew how to tell when Luke was barely holding his head up, and Reggie was about to pass out from sleep deprivation. Reggie knew how to get Alex out of a situation that gave him anxiety, and how to get Luke to lay down and take a break. The three of them knew each other inside and out.

It was no surprise when Luke confessed to his feelings for the other two, and they reciprocated those feelings. They kept their relationship secret, of course. It was 1995, being gay was one thing, being in a relationship with two people was completely different. And both were frowned upon. 

They had been sitting in the garage, it was late and none of them wanted to go home (Luke couldn’t go home). And in a sleep-deprived state, Luke decided to confess. It had taken a minute for the other two to completely comprehend what he had said, and there had been a lot of asking for clarification (Luke had been trying to get them to understand what he was saying without actually saying it). But at the end of it, after a long conversation about feelings, they decided to try a relationship. 

One night, when the three of them were at Alex’s house (his parents had gone out for the night), Luke woke up to Maddie trying to get Alex awake. She knew that they spent the night, so it didn’t bother her that the three of them were in the bed, but she was crying and Alex wasn’t waking up. He had had a long day, so Luke wasn’t exactly surprised that he wasn’t waking.

“Maddie?” He asked quietly, “Are you okay?” he sat up to look at her, squinting in the dark room. 

“I had a nightmare and I tried not to come bother you guys, but I’m scared and Alex isn’t waking up,” she talked fast, and it was obvious in her voice that she was scared. 

“Do you want me to come downstairs and we can watch some TV?” he asked, knowing that Alex needed to sleep. 

The light from the hall made it easier to  see her nod in the dark room, “okay, I’ll be down in a minute,” he watched as Maddie left the room.

Luke got up and put some clothes on before heading downstairs. Maddie was sitting on the couch rewinding a VHS tape, Beauty and the Beast was her favorite, and Luke didn’t mind sitting through it for the fourth time that month. 

Luke had been around when Maddie took her first steps, he was there for all of her birthdays, and so had Reggie. She looked up to them, and she thought of them as her brothers. 

There was one day Alex couldn’t go pick her up from school, and so Luke went instead, and almost started crying when he heard her tell her friends “I gotta go, my brothers here!” and she ran up and gave him a big hug. 

“Okay, kiddo. It's past midnight, so don’t tell your parents, but do you want some hot chocolate?” 

Maddie grinned, nodding quickly. Luke laughed, going to make two cups of hot chocolate in the kitchen, trying to keep quiet so Alex and Reggie didn’t wake up. They both deserved to get some more sleep. He added extra marshmallows to Maddie’s cup and walked back to the living room a few minutes later to find the movie starting. 

Maddie fell asleep with her head in Luke’s lap, and Luke didn’t have the heart to wake her up to move her back to her own room, so he sat there until morning when Alex came downstairs to find him. 

Alex smiled at the sight of the two of them, but it was nearing seven and his parents would be home soon so they all had to get dressed and at least pretend that they hadn’t spent the night. He leaned down to kiss Luke’s cheek, who had woken up when he heard the stairs creak. 

Alex then shook Maddie’s shoulder softly, “Mads, wake up,” he spoke quietly.

“Alex!” she grinned, jumping up to give him a hug, “we watched Beauty and the Beast and Luke made hot chocolate!” 

“Is that so?” he glanced at Luke, who just smiled innocently in return. 

She nodded quickly, “Yep!”

Maddie was definitely a morning person.

Reggie woke up twenty minutes later when Luke and Alex came back upstairs to get him up, “It’s half past go away,” he mumbled when Luke stole the blankets from him. 

Luke grinned, “It’s actually half-past seven, but I guess that works too.”

Reggie flipped him off before curling into a ball to try to regain some warmth, “Let me sleep,” he mumbled. 

Alex laughed at him, “You gotta get up, Reg. My parents will be home soon so we all gotta get dressed.” 

Reggie groaned, sitting up to stare at them, “Are we going to the garage today?”

“We could, but we probably won’t be rehearsing. Bobby is busy, so we’d probably just hang out,” Luke tossed Reggie’s flannel at him, along with his jeans. He was already wearing his black tank top, which he fell asleep in. 

“I’m down to just hang out if Alex is?” 

Alex shrugged in response, “I don’t see why not, it’s not like any of us had anything better planned. We just gotta wait for my parents so Maddie isn’t alone. I can tell them you came over to pick me up and we didn’t want to leave Maddie by herself.”

The three got dressed, except for Luke who was already mostly dressed. Reggie grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder before following Alex downstairs. Luke sat on Alex’s bed for a minute, just thinking about life.

The boys broke up a week before they were supposed to perform at the Orpheum. It was a unanimous decision, though that didn’t make it any easier on any of them. They all cried. But their relationship didn’t suffer from it. It took them a few hours, but the next day they were right back to their old selves. They still cuddled, and there were still a lot of hugs and touchy moments, but they were friendly touches. They had decided that it was better for them as a band, and as friends, that they weren’t in a relationship. 

The day they were supposed to perform was one of the craziest days of any of their lives. Bobby was the only one who managed to stay calm throughout the entire day (and Alex was pretty sure that was because he only half cared). Alex had a panic attack in the dressing room, Luke kept tripping everywhere he stepped, and Reggie kept forgetting the words to the songs (he made them up on the spot if he couldn’t remember).

“This is it, boys, we’ve worked so hard to get here and now we’re finally here and soundcheck is in an hour,” Luke was always the one to hype them up before a show, he was good at it, “After tonight, nothing can stop us. The world will know our name, god… tonight defines our future. Even if we mess up, it’s still going to be the best show we’ve ever played.” 

Alex was twirling one of his sticks between his fingers, anxiety present on his face, but it was obvious that he was also more excited than he’d ever been before. 

“I left tickets on the counter of our kitchen, I hope my parents come, I’d love for Maddie to see us play.” Maddie had never been to one of their shows, and neither had Alex’s parents. 

“I left tickets too, but I don’t think my folks are gonna show…” 

“I sent my parents a letter, but I didn’t leave a note, just the tickets… Maybe they’ll come? I should never have left...” Luke looked up towards the ceiling, staring at the lights there. 

All three boys looked at Luke, though Alex and Reggie were the most shocked. He rarely talked about his parents, and the only regret he ever showed was though Unsaid Emily. 

Bobby was sitting on the couch with his feet up on the table, “who cares if our parents show? This is our night, not theirs.” 

Alex rolled his eyes, ignoring him. 

“It’s our night, which means that they should be here supporting us,” Luke was not one to ignore people’s ignorant comments. 

“Whatever, man.”

Soundcheck felt like it passed in seconds, though it was really only about an hour. And now they had another two hours before the actual show. The three boys always spent the last hour before their shows together if there was nothing else they had to do. Usually they’d just sit around until they were called on stage, but today was different. Today they were playing on their own, today they were the center of attention.

Sure, they’d played their own gigs before, but never like this. Never this big. Never this important. 

They were all on edge, and it was understandable. This was the biggest night of their lives. Too bad it was also the last.

They died just like they lived. Together. 

Luke went first, he had been feeling ill since the first bite but thought it was just nerves. It wasn't just nerves. Alex was having a panic attack, which may have been why he was the next to die. His body was fighting too hard for too many things at once. Reggie was last, he had to listen to both his friend's flatline, had to feel Alex's hand go limp in his own, but he was too tired to feel anything other than pain. Luke had died quickly, and Alex soon followed, but Reggie had to be there for all of it. None of them were entirely conscious while in the ambulance, they were in pain, they were tired, and they just wanted to sleep, but Reggie was there the longest, he remembered the most. And it was haunting

The paramedics said there was nothing they could do. But they kept them together in their last moments, and that was the best thing they could have done.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #jatp #luke patterson #luke jatp #reggie jatp #alex jatp #suicide attempt tw #fighting tw #anxiety tw #ask to tag

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Karasuno University (Chap 2)

Chapter 2 - First Practice Game

Contains: More Jealousy!

Short Fem!Reader x Will Have Multiple Partners

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WC: 3.2k+

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Friday

A few days had passed since you had agreed to be the second manager for the team, and honestly the boy's endless energy was both inspiring and exhausting. You had gotten close to them, and they always seemed to find you around campus to stop and chat. You had gone to each of the practices and learned a lot about each of the boys from Kiyoko, who had also given you the discs from all their high school matches together. You had watched them all in one night, and had honestly gotten so much inspiration.

Currently, it was your last class of the day and you were covered in paint as you stared at a colorful canvas, humming to yourself.

“Hey, you should join the art club!” one of the older students said, having come into the classroom for said club.

You look up from your canvas, unaware you had overstayed your welcome. You hadn’t even heard the others leave. “Oh, er, sorry. I already have a club I’m a part of…” you mumble softly.

“What? But you’re so good at this!” she complained, gesturing vaguely to your painting.

“Hey, don’t try to steal our manager!” you heard a familiar voice, your eyes snapping to red hair in the doorway.

“Manager?” the upperclassman said, confused. 

“Yeah, she’s the manager for the Boys Volleyball team!” Hinata said happily. “I came to get you, YN, I noticed you coming out of this building yesterday!” he said, looking at you with bright eyes. 

“Eh? Volleyball Manager? What a waste of talent,” the upperclassman replied, waving her hand in front of her face.

Your face flushed a bit as you began cleaning up quickly, “I-I’ll be right there, Hinata,” you say, laughing awkwardly. Once you were done, you grabbed your bag and headed towards the door before she stopped you again.

“Seriously, though, if you ever want to do something worth your time, come join the Art Club,” she told you, handing you a paper. “We’re always taking members as talented as you.” were her last words to you before more people started coming in. 

You quickly put the paper into your bag before heading out the door, “Let’s go, or we may be late,” you murmur only loud enough for him to hear you. The Arts building was pretty far from the gym, or any of Hinata’s classes, you thought.

Looking up at him when he didn’t reply, you saw an annoyed look on his face, something you hadn’t seen in the week you had known him unless he was looking at Kageyama. Not that the two of you really spent too much time together outside of the club, not having a similar schedule. So you usually hung out with Tadashi, and Tsukishima by extension, or the few friends you had made from your classes, and a few from middle school who had stayed in Miyagi.

“Are.. you okay, Hinata?” you wonder quietly.

“Volleyball isn’t a waste of time. Neither is being our manager,” his voice was so serious and intense, you stopped in your tracks. “But… if you feel like… you want to leave…” he said, his hands balling into fists as he stared at the ground. They instantly loosened as you touched between his shoulder blades, gently patting it. His brown eyes looked at your face, his annoyed look completely gone.

“I’m not going to leave you guys. You have a practice game today, don’t you?” you reply with a large smile on your face. “Can’t leave my team hanging!” you add with a fist pump. "Who was it against again?" You wondered, laughing softly as your hand slipped from his back and you began walking again. 

His face lit up and he grinned widely, "Thank you!" He shouted, jumping in the hallway. You laugh a bit, your face feeling warm at the fact he was so happy to hear you'd be staying. "Oh and it's Nekoma Uni from Tokyo! We've had a great relationship with them since high school and they got their old team back together this year like us!" He explained as you two walked towards the gym.

"W.. Nekoma Uni?" You say, a bit shocked. You really needed to pay more attention to the words Coach Ukai said. You always ignored him when he talked to the boys, considering none of it was usually directed at you anyway.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Hinata wonders behind you, looking at your surprised expression.

"I went to Nekoma High, remember? I know a few of the boys on the team, my brother is friends with two of them. I had class with one of ‘em. I wonder if they’ll recognize me," You muse. You knew one of them would for sure. “My brother also goes to Nekoma Uni, and he’s still very close to them,” you add. You had spent every weekend summer with two of the boys from the team, who had a strong relationship with your brother since they had met first year in high school, six years back at this point.

"Wow, you have a brother? What year is he?"

"He's in third year for Graphic Design…" you explain.

"Wait…Nekoma… first and third year…. Graphic design… friends on the volleyball team…?" Hinata seemed to be connecting a few dots, but didn’t get a chance to say anything before you opened the door.

Opening the door to the gym with a loud creak as it was kind of old, you and Hinata walked in on what looked like a fight about to go down.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FOUND ANOTHER ONE?" Yamamoto was shouting in Tanaka's face, who looked smug as hell. All eyes snap to you and Hinata in the doorway, obviously the two of you were late.

"OH! Right on cue! Nekoma, Meet our newest Manager -"

"Chibi-chan!" Kuroo interrupted and ran towards you, pulling you into a large hug. 

“Two hotties!” Yamamoto sobbed out, “I’m so jealous!”

"K-Kuroo-nii-san..!" you squeaked out, wiggling a bit.

"NII-SAN?! HE’S YOUR BROTHER?" Tanaka, Noya and Yamamoto shouted together in shock. Hinata looks a bit shocked, but then remembers you had just told him your brother wasn’t on the team.

“How do you not know Kuroo’s family, Yamamoto?” Kenma muttered from the sideline.

Kuroos eyes gleamed, smirking as he squished your cheek to his while he waved off the loud boys. "No, no. I'm friends with her big brother! I knew her before she got all hot!" He barked out a smug laugh. 

You frowned and gently shove his hug off, “So rude,” you murmur before looking towards Kenma with a smile, "Hey, Kenma." You say with a small wave. 

Kenma smiled a bit, waving back, “Long time no see… your style has changed a lot since the end of third year…” he said, heading your way. It had only been two months since you had seen him, but with a new style you looked nearly different. Kenma had never cared about your looks, though, plus he had once seen you fresh out of the shower on accident, so he knew about your anatomy.

“Oh, that's right! You didn’t get to see her off, huh?” Kuroo said, his arm still around your shoulder. Kenma nodded in response. While you two did text on occasion, you had both been pretty busy with finals and college prep, then you had moved the day after graduation. 

Hinata was practically vibrating next to you before he grabbed your hand to pull you away, “Even if you know LN-chan, you shouldn’t be so familiar with her. She’s our manager!” he declared, his eyes holding that intenseness you had come to associate with him. But, his entire face was bright red with embarrassment.

“Yeah!” Noya jumped in, “You tell him!”

Kuroo blinked, but smirked, “Oh, and if I told you Chibi-chan is dating me?” 

Everyone paused for a moment.

“There’s no way she’d date you!” Hinata said, frowning.

“You’re definitely lying!” Noya and Tanaka said together.

“She’s way too nice for you,” Kenma muttered.

“But she’s so hot and you’re not!” Yamamoto even chimed in.

“Wow, harsh guys!” Kuroo replied, rubbing the back of his neck and laughing, “Nah, she isn’t but I’d like for her to,” he shrugged before grinning at you.

You roll your eyes. He had begun hitting on you the last day you were in Tokyo, when you had finally decided to wear a flattering style and stop hiding behind your glasses and unruly hair for your departure. Sure, he was hot but he wasn’t your type. Well, sometimes he was. Did you really have a type, anyway? You shake the thought away and sigh, “Do you want me to tell B#2 you’re flirting with me again?” you said, a glint in your eye.

“W-Wait, there's no need to do anything rash!” Kuroo said nervously, “I'll stop!”

You smirked and began pulling out your phone to tease Kuroo as a conversation started behind you.

“Woah, what kind of person is her brother?” you hear Hinata whisper to Kenma.

“Oh, LN-kun is nice, but… he’s a big guy…” Kenma told him, scrunching his face as he remembered all the times he’d been caught in your brothers headlock. 

“But LN-chan is so small?” Hinata said, tilting his head.

Kenma nodded, “Their mother is really small, but their dad… is a beast of a man…” he replied.

Yamamoto seemed to realize who everyone was talking about and nodded, “Oh yeah! I remember that guy showing up at the end of a few practices. He’s freaking huge!” he looked towards you, debating if it was worth trying to flirt.

“He’s 6’8, like Lev...” Kenma said offhandedly, “And he’s like, so many kilos…”

“W-Woah…” Hinata said, fidgeting nervously. “I’d love to meet someone like that!”

Noya laughed and slapped Hinata on the back, calling him brave.

You felt bad, it wasn’t like your second brother was a monster but… well, he was but he was just protective of you after all the years of all the boys who would torment you. At least your oldest brother was normal, even if he was 6’5, he wasn’t a bulked up meat-head like your second one. At least they were both nice to you. Well, mostly.

Hearing a whistle blow, everyone's attention focuses on the coaches, who tell everyone to start warming up before the practice match. Slipping away right then, you find Kiyoko and help her with what she needs as the coaches talk to their teams and prepare. 

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The second they stepped out onto the court, you could feel the energy shift instantly, making you watch with great intensity. You had never been this close to an actual volleyball game before. After watching intently for a while, you end up pulling out your sketchbook. So much talent in this room, and you felt the need to capture it. Your hands moving wildly across the pages, your eyes flickering back and forth as you doodle out so many different movements as quickly as you can. Kiyoko had noticed, and giggled to herself. She always loved the passionate side of you, and she hoped this would bring it out more.

It went back and forth for a while, neither gaining anymore than a point ahead. It seemed like the first set was going to go on forever until Hinata finally slipped past Lev, the momentum shifting from the spike, and then finally pulling two points ahead. 

The back and forth went on for so many rounds, one after the other they would lose to each other, neither gaining a set ahead. Finally, the last set came around, as it was getting late and the Nekoma team needed to get back to Tokyo.

“Alright and with this one, we’ll win this practice match!” Daichi said loudly, getting everyone riled up.

“Don’t worry guys, we got this,” Kuroo said to his team, licking his lips. They all looked focused and level headed. 

Another half an hour later, you hear one final smash onto the floor, your breath hitching when you hear the whistle blow and everyone on the Karasuno team screaming with excitement. You jump up, cheering along with Kiyoko. Nekoma groans but they all laugh as they lined up and thanked each other for the game. The coaches thank each other and everyone starts to say goodbye. You help Kiyoko put away the chairs and go to start cleaning up, but Kenma appears beside you, grabbing your attention.

“I… I’m glad to see you, YN,” he says quietly, “It’ll be... nice… having you with the Karasuno team. I’ll see you at training camps and matches…” his smile is small, but you had come to know it meant he was happy. “I’ll text you when we leave, okay…?” 

You smiled and nodded, “It was nice seeing you, too,” you tell him sweetly. He had always been kind to you and never judged you based on your looks.

Hinata and Noya appeared behind Kenma, both looking annoyed. 

“Hey Kenma you’re my friend and all but don’t go trying to steal her,” Hinata said seriously. Kenma looks back at Hinata with confusion.

“Steal her..? Wait, YN, are you dating Hinata?” Kenma wondered as he looked back at you, blinking a bit.

“WAIT WHAT?!” Kuroo, Yamamoto and Tanaka shout from across the court, all of them sprinting towards you.

“N-N-No-o! That’s not what I meant!” Hinata stuttered, obviously flustered.

You laugh, the sweet sound filling the gym, “No, it’s not like that, Kenma,” you say his first name so easily, it causes the boys on your team to pay hyper attention to the situation. You hadn’t called any of them their first names yet. Even after Daichi had asked you to call him by his first name, you still had just seemingly avoided it.

Kenma’s small smile is back and he nods, “Ah, okay then..” he says before saying goodbye and heading to leave. Kuroo and Yamamoto look confused, but both say their goodbyes, Kuroo promising loudly to text you later. Yamamoto quietly declares he’ll get your information next time. Another shadow comes over you and you see Lev, the half-russian boy from the Nekoma team, standing in front of you and holding out his phone, “C-Can I have your information?” he asks. You weren’t sure why you said yes, but you agreed. 

Once they had left, you could feel eyes on you, making you turn nervously.

“So it’s Kuroo and Kenma you know?” Hinata’s big brown eyes are staring intently at you. Your eyes flicker to Tadashi, not expecting his expression to look nearly similar. Next you notice both Noya and Kageyama looking more focused- a different kind of focused- than before the game had started. Even Tsukishima looks a little irritated. They finally find their way back to Hinata.

“Er, y-yeah. I hadn’t realized Kuroo was the captain… They don’t really talk about volleyball in front of me… It’s usually only video games or manga,” you say, shrugging a bit. You enjoyed the time you spent with them, honestly, playing video games or just reading manga while sitting beside Kenma as they all played.

“Come play video games with me too!” Noya whined.

“Oh, um, sure? I don’t mind..” you say, smiling softly. Maybe this would brighten them up? Their faces told you they were fired up, as if it was some kind of competition. 

“Guys! Come on, it’s time to clean up,” Daichi said, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention, lucky enough for you. Sighing softly, you go back to helping Kiyoko, doing what you can. 

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Stretching as you leave the girls locker room, you shift your bag as you grab your phone, seeing the texts from Kuroo and Kenma, as well as a few from Lev already. Humming to yourself as you reply to Kenma first, you don’t look up as you head down the hall and collide with a large body. Falling back a bit, you feel a large hand grab your arm to keep you from falling onto your ass. 

“Ah, sorry, LN-san,” Kageyama’s voice fills your ears, causing you to nearly drop your phone. He was definitely the last person you had expected to run into. He rarely spoke to you, nor was he often still here by the time you finished changing. His hand quickly pulls away from your arm and he stiffens a bit.

“Kageyama! I’m sorry too. I was texting…” you say, trailing off as you decide not to finish your thought. The boys didn’t need to know who you texted, especially after their reactions earlier. “Were you looking for something?” you wonder, considering this wasn’t an area he would really be in if he wasn’t.

“Oh, right, um, I wanted… to… ask if you wanted to walk home together…?” he said, his voice strained and he was fumbling over his words a bit. This shocked you, considering you had only ever known him as a quiet stoic person. “Since it’s so late and all!” he nearly shouted, as if trying to justify asking you.

Unable to help it, you laugh and nod, “Sure, that’d be nice,” you reply with a grin. 

Worry crosses his face for a moment when you begin to laugh before it’s replaced with something else. An unusual look comes across his face and you realize it's a smile, not like the ones you had seen before when he got his practicing right, something you hadn’t seen before. Oddly enough, it makes you feel safe and comfortable. 

He nods, his movements a bit stiff as he gestures towards the way to go, following after you, staying only one half a step behind you. It was obvious he was slowing down his pace for your sake.

“So,” he started, clearing his throat, “Do.. you.. like milk…?” he wondered, obviously trying to make small talk with you.

You giggle a bit, “Yeah, I really like milk bread,” you tell him, licking your lips a bit at the thought of a fresh milk bread bun. You’d definitely have to make some later.

His eyes sparkled a bit and he nodded, “Do you think we-” he started.

Hinata and Noya appeared around a corner, laughing loudly until they stopped at the sight of the two of you walking together. Kageyama’s hand brushed against your arm with how close you two were, and it did not go unnoticed. 

Kageyama’s eyes sharpened into a glare for the pair of short boys, causing Hinata to mimic the action. He had really been hoping to slip away unnoticed.

“What are you two doing together?” Noya said finally, crossing his arms. “Didn’t we have plans, YN-chan? Let’s go play video games!” he declared.

“Oh, did you want to do that today?” you say with a soft laugh, “Sorry, Kageyama asked to walk home together,” you tell them, rubbing your arm nervously.

“That’s okay, you can come over tomorrow,” Noya told you with a large grin. Tomorrow was Saturday, and you didn’t really have plans so you nodded. Noya pumped his fist into the air.

“Me too!” Hinata whined, “Let’s all play!”

“Oh, me too! What are we playing?” Tanaka appeared out of nowhere.

“YN-chan is going to come over tomorrow to the apartment and play video games,” Noya told him. 

“Oh very nice!” Tanaka shouted happily.

Kageyama shifted a bit, “I’ll come too,” he said seriously.

“Me too!” Hinata said again.

You stood there, confused and a bit embarrassed that all these boys wanted to spend time with you. You hadn’t ever really had guys act like this with you before. Your phone buzzed in your hand, startling you. Opening it as the boys seem to be hashing out details, you smile when you see Kenma texted you, telling you he would meet you online when he got home. 

“Who texted you?” Hinata is in front of you, head tilted down to your level as his eyes seem to bore into you.

You jump back, surprised, “Oh, just.. Ke.. Kozume…” you reply, switching to Kenma’s last name. You didn’t want those intense looks from before. Your phone goes off again, then again, and you look down, confused. You blink when you see they’re texts from Tanaka and Noya, causing you to look up at them. “I’m.. right here…?” you say.

Both of them laugh loudly before running off yelling about how they’ll see you tomorrow. 

“I’ll join your walk home,” Hinata said, making you look up. Both he and Kageyama were glaring at each other with intensity, making you feel a little uneasy. 

“Sure! Why not?” you reply, laughing as you start heading off. “Let’s go, it’s getting late…” you say from over your shoulder. 

Their eyes snap to you and they instantly start following, as if they were puppies. This was a new feeling for you… and you kind of enjoyed all the attention all these very attractive boys were giving you. Even if it was only because you were their manager. That was what this was about, right? It had to be. 

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Ry: Alright! Next Chapter is going to be more getting into the whole “multiple partners” thing! OwO

#haikyu x reader #haikyu college au #haikyuu college au #haikyu x y/n #haikyu x you #kenma kozume #tetsuro kuroo #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #tanaka ryunosuke #nishinoya yu #rwinters

[nice-kill-tanaka]

Hi! I read all your x readers and love them! I especially loved the Bakugou x Rough and Tough Crush, I was wondering if you do a part 2 of that one? Where the squad are trying to get the two together.

Of course Nony! Glad you liked my self indulgent work 🥰

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🌄Bakugo + Rough And Tough Crush: Part 2🌌

Looking for the whole set? Take Part 1 right here!

Summary: The Bakusquad gets a little sick of watching you and Bakugo pine after each other in your own...special ways. So, it was decided to devise a plan to get you two crazy kids together!!

A/N: Me, internally: First request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up-

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💥Katsuki Bakugo💥

Let’s start by looking at your end of the pining stick

When Bakugo started treating you differently (like an equal/rival rather than a hurdle to trample on) your own perspective started to shift

You now knew what it was like to be on Boom Boom Boy’s good side. And if you were being honest? It was fun as hell 🔥🔥

Nothing got under your skin very easily, so you took Bakugo’s aggressive taunts and jeers as petty opportunities to take him up on his challenges

What’s better than a free chance to get stronger??? (Mentally, emotionally, and physically)

It wasn’t very long before you began to find Bakugo’s unwavering passion and drive attractive rather than amusing. You wanted to see more of it, to draw it out, to match it

That wild and determined smirk he used past bared teeth when you bested him would really make you feel some type of way 😳

But Y/N is currently a single-brain-celled bastard in this household

My dude, you don’t even misinterpret your feelings. You're just incapable of giving them a label 😭

You just know that you have warm and fuzzy sensations in your stomach whenever Bakugo is being uniquely himself, which you mistook for indigestion on multiple occasions

Y’all are so freaking dumb it actually hurts 😭😭😭

((^^The Bakusquad’s general consensus on you and Bakugo’s mutual pining))

Which brings us to how the Bakusquad decided to go about bringing you hotheaded lovers together

Kirishima casually suggested that they let you two get together on your own, but was out-voted in favor of putting an end to the infinite frustration that came with watching two people crushing on each other and not doing anything about it

Mina and Jiro thought of the first plan:

They’d have a movie night for everyone in the friend group and Mina would conveniently choose a ✨romance✨ movie. The rest on the squad would think of lame excuses to leave in the middle of the film, leaving only you and Bakugo alone (hopefully on the same couch). If things went well, you two would be together by the end of the movie

Their reasoning was that if the concept of romance was introduced at the right time, you’d both feel more inclined to confess your own feelings 

It seemed feasible enough, so the plan was set into motion

As expected, the moment Mina pulled out the Blue-Ray box, Bakugo started to grumble about how corny the film was gonna be

But, Jiro caught a glimpse of you leaning over and muttering something to Bakugo, out of earshot of everyone else

Immediately, Bakugo began to loosen his shoulders, still not happy about the genre, but more complacent. He slouched into the couch and endured it like an adult

During the movie, especially the more romantic moments, the squad constantly stole glances towards you and Bakugo. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to look at

Bakugo, in the same position as the beginning, didn’t seem bored, but like he’d rather be doing anything else at the moment. His eyes were glued to the screen in a judgmental stare, but that he dared not say anything to ruin a certain person’s experience

You, however, looked like you were enjoying the movie! However muted your position might have looked. Though you weren’t enjoying it cause it was good. Oh no, you looked like you wanted to ✨a s c e n d✨ into orbit with laughter every ten seconds

For the sake of letting the rest of the Bakusquad enjoy the romance aspect, you limited your actions to biting your fist whenever something hopelessly cringy happened

Any longer than the halfway point, and you would’ve broken down in a fit of hysterical laughter, roasts, and jeers at the screen

Soon enough, the rest of the group made their excuses to leave the room momentarily, disappointed with their results

But, when they came back, something beautiful had occurred 

“Why the hell is she running back to the apartment?? HE CHEATED ON YOU?? KILL ‘IM??”

“SKSKSKS- Okay, but wtf is her FACE?! Is that supposed to be distress?? Freakin’ ahegao faceass.”

Bakugo was deadpan roasting the movie with an amused smirk. While you were coming after it with the gusto of Monoma coming after 1-A, snorting with every comment Bakugo made

Neither of you had even noticed everyone else come into the room

(Apparently, you had told Bakugo earlier that you two can shit on the movie all you wanted once you were alone)

Alright...not exactly the plan. But, possibly a step in the right direction

Sero and Kaminari thought of the next “plan”

I only put quotations, because it’s hardly thought out enough to call it one

It was literally just locking you and Bakugo in a closet 🤡🤡

Don’t worry Sero and Kaminari, I’ll play Taps at your funerals 🎺🎺🎺

You and Bakugo didn’t even have a genuine conversation in the closet...You were too busy yelling various profanities at your friends

“Dude, it’s really FUCKING HOT in here. Let us out while I’m still feeling nice!!”

“I’ll murder you bastards when we get out of here!!! You better start running now.”

Btw, you both ended up making it out of there on your own

You managed to deck the doorknob hard enough to break it off, giving Bakugo enough leeway to blow the door off its hinges

Bakugo took care of Kaminari, while you caught and hogtied Sero with his own tape 

You gave each other congratulatory fist bumps afterwards 😚

Despite the rest of the Bakusquad miserably failing in their schemes, their setups did help develop you and Bakugo’s relationship. Just not as fast as they hoped

You had become a pair that could laugh and fight together. Being each other’s advocate became a source of pride for you both

You were all set to become a romantic couple 

But, what actually brings you together??

Well, it went something like this:

I’m not too sure of the exact details, but I know that you and Bakugo were having an extra intense training session

Things were starting to get a bit sloppy, as your bodies were getting tired, but your morale was just as strong as ever

It could’ve just been a freak accident, or something neither of you saw coming

But, the point is: Either of you could’ve gotten really hurt, had you not been the tough cookies you are

In your perspective, you were oblivious to the danger that you had been in. And if you did know, you didn’t particularly care. You only saw that the person you cared about most in U.A. could’ve gotten hurt

The idea of that happening, and it being your fault (or, not being able to do anything about it) really rubbed you the wrong way. You were mostly angry at yourself

But, you took it out on Bakugo

Because you were the first aggressor, Bakugo responded with what he knew best: Aggression

Yes, he was absolutely mad at himself for putting you in danger. But, what made the feeling worse, was that you refused to acknowledge that you could’ve been injured as well

Your blatant lack of self-preservation pissed him off. Why couldn’t you care about yourself the way he cared about you?!

On the outside looking in, the fighting was far too intense for any peer of yours to try and break it up

Yelling, cursing, but neither of you put your hands on each other (Like you usually did when you play fought)

Strangely enough, I think that’s how you could tell the situation was serious

Finally, your emotions had reached their climax. All caution had gone to the wind at that point

You weren’t even thinking when you yelled the next thing in Bakugo’s face

“DO YOU THINK I’D FUCKING YELL AT YOU IF YOU DIDN’T MEAN THE GODDAMN WORLD TO ME?!”

“WELL FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK THAT YOU’RE ANY LESS IMPORTANT TO ME THAN I AM TO YOU.”

At that moment, you both turned away to storm off before abruptly stopping in your tracks

“What?!” You said in unison, registering what you both had heard and said

You sighed, frustrated at your own stupidity, unclenching your fists and begrudgingly explaining your true feelings to the seething object of your affections

As you spoke, you were realizing just how whipped you were for Bakugo. And how you didn’t know it until you were given the opportunity to blurt it out with pure emotion

Your words weren’t very poetic (You actually sounded very constipated), but what you said was what you felt in its rawest form

Bakugo could hardly think of what to do next. His crush was reciprocated and they confessed first??? Wtf???

His silence made you uncomfortable, and you didn’t feel like blowing up again. You huffed, shoved your hands in your pockets, and turned to stalk away, unsure of what to do next

Before you could completely turn on your heel though, you felt yourself being roughly shoved against a nearby wall

You weren’t even given time to react, because as soon as your back made contact with the wall, a warm, caramel-scented sensation met your lips

The kiss you had just registered didn’t even last two seconds, but the lingering feeling stuck with you as your brain effectively shorted out

“Yo, wh-what was that??”

Bakugo was impossibly red, one hand still on your shoulder, keeping you in place. Even though he refused to make eye contact with you, it was clear that what he had just done was completely intentional

He scoffed, voice barely above a grumble, “Damn dumbass...you didn’t even give me a chance to respond...”

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one set of headcanons for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

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[mss4msu]

“Do I Wanna Know?” (Chapter 13)

Summary: On a visit to a local nightclub, the lounge singer catches your eye. Soon becoming a regular at the club, the way you look on the dancefloor gets his attention. You begin to hear stories about the notorious crime lord who owns and operates the small nightclub. When your friends worry that you’ve gotten mixed up with a mobster, you wonder if it’s better to be left in the dark and find yourself asking, “Do I wanna know?” if you’re getting involved with one of the most revered mobsters in the city. 

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Words: 2197

Warnings: Language, guns, blood, violence

A/N: This is officially the conclusion of this story. If you chose to reread from the beginning, there was some fun foreshadowing. Thanks to all who have been reading along and to those who offered up comments, speculations, and reactions, thank you for making this a blast to write!

“You’re sure about this?” James asked you hesitantly. 

“Tony was going to use me against you, kill me to get to you. For myself, yes, I’m sure that I,” you emphasized the word, “want to be the one to deal with him.”

“Ok. Can I give you some tips then?”

“Tips from a man who tortures and kills people for a living? Sure, why not,” you couldn’t help your snark; now that Tony was tied up somewhere, you felt no fear. 

James looked dumbfounded, “(Y/N), what did he tell you about me?”

“That you’re a gangster, a mobster, a murderer for hire,” you waved your hand dismissively.

“Fuck,” the pain in James eyes hit you like a punch to the gut, “I thought you were acting strange because of Tony...guess it was partly because of me too.” 

“He said you killed his parents, James.”

“That’s not entirely true.” 

“Do I wanna know?” 

“(Y/N), please let me explain.”

“Fine,” you huffed and sat down at the top of the stairs. 

James sat down next to you, “I am involved in a business that sometimes requires...violence. I have, in the past, been hired to ‘deal’ with people, but I’ve never taken a job that I didn’t fully research or one where I didn’t believe that I was the ‘good guy’ in the situation. I have never killed anyone.”

“What, so you’re like the Robin Hood of mobsters?”

“That’s actually a perfect way to think about it. There are some bad people out there, and I get hired to teach them a lesson.”

“So what made Tony’s parents worth a hit?”

“Howard Stark was a notorious alcoholic. On multiple occasions, he would drive home from parties while intoxicated, and more than once this resulted in his car totaled and some innocent life ended. Of course the Starks had enough money to make these little situations disappear by paying off everyone involved. But one night, Howard hit the wrong person; the daughter of an executive from one of Stark’s rival companies.”

“I’ve literally never heard any of this,” you interrupted. 

“You wouldn’t have. This executive knew Starks reputation and wanted to shake him up a bit before that settlement offer came through and he went public with the bribery and the hit and runs; they planned to expose Stark and take him down. This is where I came in. I got hired to tail Stark home from a party and give him a taste of his own medicine, just cause him to swerve and get into an accident himself, with his wife present to add to the nerves, and that was it. I planned everything meticulously: I got a previous client to host a big party where the booze ran freely, I had associates get the Starks out of the party at exactly the time I wanted, I planted a board of nails on the ground so when the car hit it would cause a spin-out, and I altered the GPS to take them down a specific route where we wouldn’t run into anyone. I made a grave mistake. I didn’t account for a Stark shipment truck that had gotten ahead of schedule and taken a wrong turn. The truck came crashing headfirst into Stark’s car, just as it began to spin out. Turns out Stark’s own business is what took him down that night. Steve, an old friend, was working for Stark at the time, running PR. I got in touch with him to help him, no pun intended, spin it; I was the reason Stark had been there, and there was no reason for a random driver to be the culprit of something that was a complete accident. Howard had been drinking that night, and the car did crash, so it was all logical explanations, we just spared someone. After all this, Steve decided he didn’t want to work for Stark or anyone like him again, so he came on board with me to right wrongs.”

“So you don’t kill people, and you aren’t dealing drugs or anything? Are you even a gangster?”

“(Y/N), I’m a lounge singer who tries to help people in my spare time.”

You were relieved at this explanation, “Then those two men I saw…?”

“As you probably know, they worked for Tony. I’ll be honest, I was first hired to infiltrate Stark Industries to buy them out, as there had been substantiated reports that Tony has been skimming off the top and not treating his employees well, which I saw firsthand with his treatment of you. I can only assume due to our developing relationship, Stark put those men on you. They had been following you all night, and I recognized them as being Stark’s men. At that point, I had to take them in to figure out why they were after you. I couldn’t let them hurt you,” James’s voice softened

“Oh,” was all you could muster. 

You both sat in silence for awhile as you processed everything James had just told you. Given his actions versus Tony’s, you were sure his words were the truth.

“I have a question for you now,” James stated, breaking the silence.

“Ok?”

“Why did you act like you didn’t remember everything when it obviously bothered you?”

“Because I didn’t remember anything. Tony told me that he gave Peter a drug, which Peter then gave to me on my ride home last week. He didn’t want me to ruin our connection or it wouldn’t have been worth it to use me against you.” 

James’s hands balled into fists, “That son of a bitch,” you put your hands on his and he released the tension, “Shit, (Y/N), I’m sorry I got you caught up in all of this.”

“Hey, it’s my fault for letting you charm me.”

James put his hand on your cheek. When he rubbed it with his thumb, you winced as he grazed your cut. 

“Tony did this to you?” James’s anger returned. 

“One of his lackeys did,” you shrugged it off.

As James looked at you, his eyes softened. He slid his hand from your cheek to behind your head and pulled you in for a kiss. 

When you both finally broke apart, you put your hand on James’s shoulder and stood up. 

“What are you doing?”

“I told you,” you offered him your hand, “I want to deal with Tony.”

James accepted your hand and you heaved him up, “If you insist.”

As you walked down the hallway James cleared his throat before saying, “I don’t know what route you plan to take in there, but it generally helps to start small, and incorporate more pain as you go if you aren’t getting the answers you want.”

“I don’t think I really want any answers from him, I just want him to suffer.”

“(Y/N),” James grabbed your hand and stopped you from walking, “Never go into it wanting revenge. You have to keep a clear head or you’ll lose yourself.” 

You nodded in response; you stopped as you reached the last door, “You know this hallway seems a lot longer when you’re drunk.”

James let out a low chuckle, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, then do your thing, boss,” James winked at you as he opened the door. 

Seeing Tony sitting, tied up in a chair, you felt a fire of anger begin to rage inside of you. He already had bruises forming on his face, and the blood dripping from his suit jacket meant he was still bleeding from his gunshot wound. Tony glared up at you, one of his eyes almost entirely closed shut from the bruises and raised skin around it. 

“Oh, the little bitch stuck around?” Tony chided you. 

James stepped forward, but you put your arm out to stop him. 

“Funny you should say that, because as far as I know, you’re the only little bitch,” you spit at Tony’s feet, “here.”

James let out a small chuckle. 

You turned to glare at him before continuing, “Now, Mr. Stark,” the way you said his name dripped in loathing, “I have some questions for you. First, what were your intentions with me tonight?”

Tony contorted his bruising face into a smirk, “I was going to kill you in front of him,” he nodded to James. 

“And why were you going to do that?” you walked over to James and steadied yourself on his shoulder as you slipped your heels off

“Haven’t we been over this?” Tony rolled his one open eye at you. 

“You and I have, but I think everyone in the room deserves to hear your reasoning.”

“Ha. Certain people in this room deserve nothing.”

You took one of your heels in your hand and whacked Tony across the face, the stiletto leaving a long cut across his face. 

“Damn,” you heard James choke out behind you, “You know those are expensive shoes, doll.” 

You shot James a dirty look, “The soles are red and so is his blood,” you turned back to Tony, “Now, I’m not going to ask you again,” you raised the heel up, ready to strike a second time. 

“Fine! I was going to kill you as payback for that son of a bitch killing my parents.”

In that moment, your anger towards Tony faded and you were met with a feeling of pity for him, “Tony, James didn’t kill your parents. A truck driver for Stark Industries did. It was a complete accident that they died. Your revenge plot should be on the universe for bad luck and timing, not on James or me or anyone else.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what he wants you to think,” Tony rolled his eyes. 

Your anger returned and you took your heel and pressed the stilettos edge into the webbing between the pointer finger and thumb of Tony’s hand, adding pressure until his eyes watered, “You know, it is easier to believe the man who didn’t try to kill me, you’re right. Chose your own truth then. Next question, why did you give me that promotion?”

Tony stared at you, mouth firmly shut until you pressed even harder down on his hand with your heel, “Stop! Fine! Because he asked me to and I realized I could start using you against him if I did.”

When you released the pressure on Tony’s hand, he let out an audible gasp.

You turned around, “You got me that promotion?”

James looked sheepishly at you, “I told you, part of the assignment was to evaluate how Stark treated his employees, so seeing what would happen if he promoted one he had treated poorly as a lesser position was a good way to do that.”

“That’s the only reason?”

“I may have had a few ulterior motives…”

“You know, I think we’re done here,” you said, walking over to James. 

“Those were the only things you wanted to say to him?”

“I decided I wanted him to hear the truth, even if he won’t accept it. And what more do I need to know from him? He treated me like shit even before he tried to off me. And seeing what all of this made him, you’re right, I don’t want to get revenge.”

James put his hand around your waist and pulled you toward him, landing a kiss upon your lips. 

“Do you seriously have to do this with me in the room? This is worse than the other torture,” Tony whined. 

“What’s going to happen to him?” you whispered up to James.

James walked up to Tony and delivered a swift punch to the gunshot wound in his stomach, which caused a steadier flow of blood to drip on the floor. He then turned and walked back to you. 

“He’ll go to jail. I still got him on the embezzlement and such. Plus, I’ve got some friends that will make sure he’ll be away for a long time. He’ll never bother you again.”

James snapped his fingers and the two men from earlier came back and carried Tony, still tied to the chair, out of the room. 

“Um James, what am I going to do for a job?” 

“I made a few preparations for his going away. You see, doll, I was working with this great account manager at Stark Industries who set me up in such a way that I can now buy the whole corporation. And I’m a busy musician, so someone else is going to have to run the business. I’m fairly certain that account manager can do it. She may want to rebrand though.”

“James, you can’t do that.”

“Oh? Questioning my authority? You know that’s a sure way to get on the bad side of the White Wolf,” he smirked at you. 

“Haha! Is that your mob name? Well, I wouldn’t want that would I? Do you think the White Wolf could be hired as a personal security guard, just in case Tony makes a break for it.”

“Hmmm, a lifetime of calling you boss? I think I can arrange that,” James said before pulling you in for a long kiss.

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Profound Member Post - January 2020

Header by @cryptomoon​ and is available on merch from her redbubble store. You can use all those fancy emojis (and more!) on our Discord server!

The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in their entirety during that month.

This months round up is extra special as PB celebrated its 2 year anniversary with a creation birthday bash. You will find submissions for this monumental occasion marked with a 🎂 emoji! Happy Birthday PB and thank you to everyone who makes this server, and our corner of the fandom so great!

MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR JANUARY 2020!

Featuring works by @nox-lee​, @nickelkeep​, @maleyah-givemetomorrow​, @banshee1013​, ArielAquarial, @castielslostwings​, @butterflydreaming-writes-fic​, @goldenraeofsun​, @jemariel​, @surlybobbies​, @blueeyesandpie​, @rauko-creates​, @foxymoley​, @maggiemaybe160​, and, @andimeantittosting​!

Masterpost below the cut.

noxlee - @nox-lee​ - noxlee - (Pillowfort)

Soft (E, 1.7k)

15x10 coda. Dean discovers that his new "normal" extends to his sex life as well. 

Tags: coda, established relationship, mediocre sex

 nickelkeep - @nickelkeep​ - nickelkeep

Tupelo Honey (E, 5.5k) 🎂

When one of his co-workers fall through on a photo shoot, Dean steps up to help out and cover it. Who knew that there was a such thing as a beekeeper's society? And who knew that a gorgeous blue-eyed man would be a beekeeper?

Tags: AU - Modern, Photographer!Dean, Beekeeper!Cas, Nude Photoshoot, Pinups, Cas acts like Endverse!Cas, Semi-Public Sex

Time Alone  (T, 1.9k) 🎂

Dean wants some alone time with Cas. The best way to do that? Find a case and tell Sam and Jack to stay behind.

Tags: Canonverse, Casefic, Salt and Burn, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Impala Kisses. 

‘Til I Found Salvation (M, 14k)

Finding your soulmate isn't hard when almost everyone has multiple soulmates; four, five even upwards of seven. It's rare to have only three soul marks and people who only have two? Sucks to be them. And the poor sons of bitches who only have one? They're the unluckiest of all. Dean Winchester knows a thing or two about being unlucky.

Tags: Canonverse, Canon Divergent, Soulmate Marks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Temp. MCD, Whump, Hurt/Comfort

Something to Talk About (T, 5.6k)

Charlie pointed up at her ear. "You don't hear that?"

"Hear what?" Dean closed his eyes and rested for a moment. He realized that music played in the background and started searching for the source immediately. "Wait, is that... Is that Zeppelin playing?

"Bunker, play 'Houses of the Holy,'" Charlie replied, a smirk on her face.

The first few haunting notes of the Zeppelin classic started playing, and Dean's head whipped around in surprise. "Where's that coming from? Did you buy one of those damned Alexa Despacito things for the bunker?"

Tags: Canonverse, AU - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Charlie & Sam ship Destiel, Home Automation, Domesticity in the Bunker, Pranks and Practical Jokes

Balance to the Force (E, 7.5k)

When needing their privacy in open areas, Charlie and Dean have no problem switching to an uncommon language - Sindarin, from Lord of the Rings. But when they start speaking it at Nerd Convention, does Dean bite off more than he can chew?

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, AU - ComicCons, Gratuitous Nerdiness, Polygot!Cas, Language/Accent Kink, Strangers to Lovers

Space Oddity (SFW) 🎂

Art for @maggiemaybe160​‘s fic Space Oddity

Maleyah - @maleyah-givemetomorrow​ - Maleyah

Where the Corporeal and Poetry Meet (E, 3.6k)

Part one of a series of ficlets exploring a season 9 divergence, where Cas is brought back to the Bunker and explores his humanity with Dean. "Straddling him as they make out, Dean whispers the suggestion that night. He binds Castiel’s hands with his own tie, which spikes Castiel’s breathing. He’s sure that if he still possessed his grace, his eyes would light up the dimly lit room in pale blue. His eventual orgasm knocks the breath out of him and it takes a long time to come back down into the safe circle of Dean’s arms.

They take it from there."

Tags: Human!Cas, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Soft Dom!Dean, Soft sub!Cas, Poetry, Idiots in Love, Domestic Fluff

Where Kinks and Breakfast Meet (M, 3k)

Part two of a season 9 divergence series where Cas gets brought back to the Bunker and explores his humanity with Dean. "But he still wants to engage Cas. Fully. He’s only unwilling to put Cas at a similar risk, despite Cas’ persistent reassurances that his drop was related to the realisation that hit him mid-play. They do further research together. Into shibari. Into bondage. Into subspace. Drops. Both on the Dom and sub’s end. So he realises he suffered one in the wake of their moment and that he went about handling it the wrong way. A few days ago, Dean found a promising list, which he insisted they fill in to avoid a repeat performance. With everything they have been up to, Dean has faith (who knew?) they are compatible, but he wants clarity. He smiles at the feelings that loosens up inside his chest and huffs, rolling his eyes at himself."

Tags: Human!Cas, Kink Negotiation, Domestic Fluff, Soft Dom!Dean, Soft sub!Cas, switching implied, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester

Banshee1013 - @banshee1013​ - Banshee1013

Texas Sun (M, 4k) 🎂

Ever since Cas and Dean tied the knot, they have been driving Sam *insane* with their inappropriately located and utterly spontaneous make-out suggestions. So when he finds them looking at filming locations for the movie "Tombstone" in Arizona, he suggests they take some time (and give him a break!) and road-trip it. Dean plans the route and takes the long way 'round through Texas - all the more time to spend with his angel, and show him some sights along the way.

Tags: Fluff, Road Trips, Sam Winchester is Not Amused, Honeymoon, Grinding, Canon Related, Established Relationship

ArielAquariel - ArielAquariel

Your hand in mine, we walk the miles (E, 11.5k)

With the big day finally there, Dean is more than ready to walk down that aisle and marry Cas.

Tags: Wedding Fluff, Honeymoon, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe, Castiel is Claire Novak's Parent, Fluff, Domestic Fluff

castielslostwings - @castielslostwings​ - castielslostwings

Slide Away (E, 51k)

Since meeting and falling in love in front of the camera a decade ago, movie star Dean Winchester and his husband, celebrity photographer Castiel, have been the media’s darlings. From the outside, it truly appears as if the couple has it all: fame, fortune, fans and most of all, a profound and unshakeable bond that sees them through all the highs and lows. Behind the scenes, everything is not as it seems. Beyond carefully-curated sets of photos and filters, Dean and Castiel have been falling apart for years. Their marriage is essentially over, the latest victim in Hollywood’s merciless grinder. As a last-ditch effort to punch out some positive PR before news of their split breaks, the boys agree to do one last PR stunt—a recreation of the photos that made the world fall in love with them (while they were falling for each other). Will this plan drive their relationship over the edge permanently? Or will Dean and Castiel finally realize that their fans aren’t the only ones who have been fooled by all the smoke and mirrors? Misunderstandings, miscommunication, and mistrust are only the beginning. But if our heroes can push past those mistakes, perhaps they can learn that it's never too late to start all over again.

Tags: Miscommunication, Misunderstanding, Fake Relationship, Idiots back to lovers, Movie Star Dean, Photographer Castiel, Accidental sex tape, divorce, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending. 

looks_clear (chrysalisdreams) - @butterflydreaming-writes-fic​ - looks_clear (chrysalisdreams)

White Light // Black Water (T, 7k)

In 2019, the Baozhu, a pearl that granted the desire of Dean’s heart, changed the timeline from a particular moment in 2003. Dean is hunting alone when events set in motion before that year catch up to him.

Tags: Drowning, Temporary Character Death, Car Accidents, Baby Gets Hurt, Time Travel, Episode Related, Episode S8e12: As Time Goes By, Episode S14e300: Lebanon, Kale!Sam, Alternate Angel Lore

goldenraeofsun - @goldenraeofsun​ - goldenraeofsun

Dean Winchester and the Patron Saint of Blind Dates (T, 18k)

Dean Winchester's friends are a bunch of traitors. So he had a bad breakup two years ago and hasn't gotten back on the horse. Their intervention - a series of blind dates - can't be the solution. But if this'll get his friends to stop, Dean can choke down over-priced spaghetti, make forced conversation, and drink whatever random cocktail the weirdo behind the bar makes for him next. At least Cas has Dean's back. One word from Dean, and he'll make excuses for Dean to bail like a super awkward knight in shining armor.

Tags: Human AU, Bartender Cas, Dean has self-worth issues, minor angst, Benny & Dean friendship, minor Sam/Ruby

jemariel - @jemariel​ - jemariel

Spit-Polish and Shine (E, 1.5k)  🎂

You know how Dean Winchester doesn't wear shorts? Well. Sometimes he does. Unredeemed filthy porn on a car. Prompted by a PB botstat.

Tags:  Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sex on a Car, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Established Relationship, Sam Winchester is Scarred For Life

surlybobbies - @surlybobbies​ - surlybobbies

I Like the Sound of That (T, 1k)

In mid-December, Gabe hangs a sprig of mistletoe in Cas’s foyer. Cas, resisting the temptation to strangle his brother, snaps a picture and sends it to Dean. Take it down or leave it up? Idk dude. U trying to catch someone under there? Cas hedges. I don’t want to kiss anyone who’d only do it because of a plant. Fair enough. Just leave it up tho. U’ll break an ankle climbing up ur rickety ladder. Dw u don’t have to kiss me Cas puts his phone down and doesn’t reply. He indulges in two glasses of wine and valiantly tries to avoid thinking about kissing Dean.

Tags: friends to lovers, christmas fic, fluff, mistletoe, au

Lucky Enough (T, 2.5k)

Dean opened his mouth, ready to argue, but then closed it just as suddenly, deflating. He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Cas, I don’t mean to be a dick.” “Then stop being one,” Cas said simply, adjusting the blankets around Dean a little more securely. There was a pause. Dean blinked. “You’re supposed to say that I wasn’t being a dick in the first place.” “I dislike lying to you.” Dean scowled. “Why am I your friend?” “Because I spend my holidays looking after you when you’re sick,” Cas said matter-of-factly, reaching out to touch Dean’s forehead. [Dean's sick over the New Year's Eve holiday, but it's fine because Cas has got a bed to share.]

Tags: holiday fic, bed sharing, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, new year's kiss, cuddling

blueeyesandpie - @blueeyesandpie​ - blueeyesandpie

Beginnings (SFW) 🎂

The door to Dean's room in the Bunker, with Cas's tie on the doorknob

Tags: the bunker, pb100, we all know what's happening in there

In the California Sun (SFW)

A commissioned painting for Slide Away of Dean and Cas standing in a pool.

Tags: slide away, commissions, the tension amirite

Commission for Slide Away (SFW)

A commission for Slide Away of Cas running into Dean's arms along a corridor lined with photos of their rekindled romance.

Tags: commission, yay they happy

The Kiss Cam (E, 8k) 🎂

Dean's excited about the tickets he got for the OSU/UofM football match, but his boyfriend Crowley seems intent on ruining the day (and possibly his life) for him. When the kiss cam settles on them and Crowley pushes Dean away, a blue-eyed man they'd met in line is more than happy to fill the void. Loosely based on the headline/prompt "Woman Kisses Man Next to Her on Kiss Cam After Date Snubs Her."

Tags: manipulative crowley, non-explicit dean/crowley, minor sabriel, strangers to lovers, angst and fluff and e-rated shenanigans, NOT a sports story, pb birthday bash, collaboration

Say It Straight (T, 1.7k) 🎂

Something went wrong in that milk run to Kentucky, but neither Dean nor Cas want to explain what happened. When the truth does come out, it isn't at all what Sam expected...though really, why should he be surprised? 

Tags: PoV: Sam Winchester, Sam ships it, Idiots to Lovers, Canonverse, drinking to cope, PB Bot Prompts, first time, no spoilers past season 13

rauko-creates - @rauko-creates​ - FeaRauko

Sing Love (T, 2.7k)

Castiel comes back from a grocery run with Sam and overhears Dean singing in the shower. ***or*** That one where Castiel finds out that Dean might love him too.

Tags: canonverse, singing, idiots in love, first kiss, fluff, some angst, love confessions

foxymoley - @foxymoley​ - foxymoley

Hell’s Companion (G, 350 words)

This is for saltnhalo's birthday!

It's hard to write for someone so talented but I scoured PB for any prompts she had shown an interest in and apparently she 'needed this'! Lol So here we are!

Prompt by Sky: You’ve heard of witch!cas and familiar!dean now consider this upgrade to demon!cas and hellhound!dean - hellhounds, of course, having a secret human form in this au.

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Demon Castiel, Hellhound Dean, non-explicit/implied torture of random unnamed demon, mention of Boy King Sam

Roll for Dragons (T, 2.8k) 🎂

Dean is offered up as a sacrifice by his corrupt hometown. Written for jdragon as part of the Profoundbond birthday bash.

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Dragons, Alternate Universe - Historical

Mithril (G, 1k) 🎂

Dean makes an interesting discovery in a bunker storeroom so he and Sam perform some experiments.

Tags: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Weapons, The Lord of the Rings References, Men of Letters, Bunker, Soft!Dean

MaggieMaybe160 - @maggiemaybe160​ - MaggieMaybe160

Birthday Wishes (M, 3.5k)

Dean recalls his past birthdays before going out to celebrate his 41st.

Tags: Graphic Violence Warning. Heavy Angst. Anti-John Winchester.

Broken (M, 700 words)

Dean snaps out of a dreamlike state and found he's made a huge mistake and it's Zachariah's fault. All part of a plan to get him to say yes to Michael.

Tags: Graphic Violence Warning. Major Character Death Warning. Heavy Angst.

Demon Deals and Prayers to Angels (T, 4.5k) 🎂

Dean makes a deal with a demon so he can go back in time and change the future.

Tags: Major Character Death Warning. Heavy Angst.

Sleep Oddity (T, 1.5k) 🎂

Based on a prompt: "I just want to go home," said the astronaut. "So come home," said Ground Control. "So come home," said a voice from the stars.

Tags: Major Character Death Warning

Falling (T, 2k) 🎂  

Cas remembers all of the times that Heaven was against he and Dean getting together, and the repeated times he didn't care.

Tags: Graphic Violence Warning. Happy Ending. 

Memories on Display (T, 2k) 🎂

Cas is in shock after a battle and is going through memories to try to cope with loss.

Tags: Major Character Death. Grief.

andimeantittosting - @andimeantittosting​ - andimeantittosting

On a Breath of Snow (G, 4.5k)

Once, Castiel, Duke of Rexford, gave up the love of his life in the name of duty and honour. He has dedicated his life to raising his son Jack. Now, a fierce snowstorm brings Dean, Viscount Winchester back into his life on Christmas Eve. And as North Cove Castle's fires burn warm and festive, so do Dean and Castiel’s feelings of hope.

Tags: Regency AU, Getting back together, Christmas, Alternate history

#Profoundnet Monthly Masterpost #january masterpost #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn #sorry this took so long guys! #the past months have been A Lot