#Tw cw for bad shit in tags they fucked up last time

[thesunandmoons-blog]

something.

here’s some imperium huxley for the amazing ppl who love him sm 🥺

tags : @gavinsdeviant @sealriously-sealrious @halo-arcane26 @aeruh 

cw/tw : imperium!huxley, insults, light banter, they aren’t friends rn lol

Word count : 790

Fandom : redacted asmr

Pair : imperium!huxley / freelancer

if you wanna read it on ao3!! 

It hadn’t been long that Freelancer had been attending the Imperium’s safeplace academy. Even with the short amount of time they’ve been there, they’ve tried to keep themself in the dark and out of everyone’s way, besides President Moore. Being Human-Borne didn’t allow them to stay in the dark to him, which in return made it difficult to keep on the down low. 

Even though they didn’t want or crave all of the attention that their classmates gave them, behind their back of course, it was still catching the attention of a certain Earth Elemental.

The one and only who greeted the Freelancer and the Incubus at the (unofficially labeled by Gavin and Freelancer) Gates of Hell, or Hell’s equivalent. 

Huxley. 

At that time it had been obvious that Huxley didn’t... favor Gavin. Huxley seemed pretty deterred to any demon or daemon in general, but didn’t hold as much dislike for the Freelancer. Sure, he didn’t really give a shit that they were Human-Borne, but he did like that they weren’t a d(a)emon!

It had been a pretty cloudy day, the Freelancer having taken a seat on a bench near one of the Human-Borne buildings, trying to get a paper typed and turned in on time for one of their classes. They could almost feel a small rumble in the ground, heavy footsteps approaching. Freelancer kept their eyes low, trying to sense who was approaching without taking their eyes off of the screen. 

The bench almost shifted a bit as the unknown figure took a hefty seat next to them, arm slung over the back of the metal bench. “What, not even gonna say hello? Damn, Freelancer, thought you’d be nicer than that after hearing all of the nice shit the President has to say about you.” Huxley scoffed, letting the words drip from his lips like venom. Even if they weren’t meant to be as harsh as they were, that’s exactly how they took it. 

The Freelancer wanted nothing more than some alone time- was that too much to ask? After everything they’ve been having to go through just to survive in this god forsaken place, they definitely deserved at least a little bit of time to themself. But along came Huxley to ruin all of the not fun they’d been having. 

“To whom do I owe the pleasure, Huxley? Do you need something? What did I do this time?” The venom dripped off of the Freelancer’s lips just as easily as it did Huxley’s, but theirs was much intended to be that way. With a soft sigh and slump of their shoulders, they turn their torso to give Huxley their full attention. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to be rude. I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now- I’m sure you understand, being at the top of your class and all.”

He quirked a brow at them, head tilting back a bit. “Yeah, we all have it hard right now- midterms and shit. Not kicking my ass too bad though- since I’m at the top of my class, as you mentioned. Pretty easy for a guy like me, but not sure that’s too easy for someone like you, Freelancer.” With a roll of their eyes, they turned their attention back to the laptop seated on their thighs, shaking their head. “Okay, well, if you have anything encouraging or nice to say, let me know. I’m trying to write up this paper, and I’m really trying to keep my A average right now. You disrupting that isn’t helping, by the way.” The sarcasm was thick in their words, almost taking Huxley back. 

Huxley wasn’t ever the one on the recieving end of conversations like this. Usually he was the one dishing out the sarcastic remarks and condescending tone, but he was getting it back ten-fold from some Human-Borne. Tch, not on his fucking watch. 

Before he could get any last words to leave his lips, Freelancer shut their laptop with a gentle click, shoving it back into their bookbag and standing to their feet. “Well, thanks for the wonderful company, Huxley, but I’ve gotta run to class. Maybe there I’ll manage to finish my paper without interruptions.” Again, this was new for him. He never- and I mean NEVER- on this end of the conversation. He was speechless.

And they just sauntered off like it was nothing, the bag strap slung over their shoulder. 

They intrigued him. Now that they’d been stuck in the Imperium, they were finally learning to carve some kind of a backbone for themself, and Huxley was kind of impressed by it. Freelancer wasn’t some poor, lost soul who couldn’t truly stand up for themself anymore.

They were finally becoming something. 

#redacted asmr #redacted huxley #redacted freelancer #redacted imperium #redacted imperium huxley

[salazarslytherin]

dance lessons (j.p x gn!y/n)

requested: yes! by @riddikulusweasleys

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summary: james teaches you how to dance

cw/tw: nothing, fluff is all, genderneutral!reader!!!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: short and sweet james fluff <3 hope you like it love! reblog to boost xxx

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"So Y/N, who are you going to the ball with?"

Suddenly, all eyes were on you, the vivid conversation that had fogged the large table vanishing as you stared at Sirius like a deer in headlights. Froth covered your top lip from the mug of butterbeer you'd been sipping on, and you quickly wiped it away on your sleeve, blinking and stuttering slightly as you tried to answer the question.

"Um, no one."

Mutters of confusion sounded around the round table, a few other students in the Three Broomsticks whispering to each other as they caught wind of your words.

"What? Did nobody ask you to-"

Marlene delivered a quick slap to Dorcas's shoulder, widening her eyes as a quick sign of 'shut up' before turning back and smiling at you, a reassuring look in her eyes.

"It's okay Y/N, there's still time before the ball."

You shook your head at your friends, biting your lip to prevent a laugh from bubbling out of your mouth.

"No, no, no. It's not that, I just don't really feel like going to the ball."

A series of gasps sounded around the table – your friends were quite the drama kings and queens indeed.

"It's not that big of a deal! Relax."

Protests of "of course it's a big deal!" came around, but you quickly cut them off, wanting nothing more than to just move on from the conversation.

"Who wants another round of butterbeer? I'm buying!"

⚔︎.

"So, Y/N."

It was three days later now, you and James were sat in the library working on a transfiguration essay that was due the day after. Leafing through a reference book, you hummed lightly at James, a gesture for him to continue.

"Why aren't you going to the Yule Ball?"

Letting out a groan, your head fell to the table, knocking against the book.

"Can we not talk about that? Sirius literally bugged me about it all of potions."

Twirling his quill in his hand, James quirked an eyebrow at you, an inquisitive look in his eyes.

"Yeah, but unlike them, I know that you were asked. I was there when you were asked. By like, four different people. Why didn't you just agree to one of them and go?"

Letting out a deep sigh, your head turned to face the boy, tucking your hands under your legs as you sat on them, sheepish as you stared at him.

"Okay I can tell you. Just, don't laugh or whatever."

The boy nodded at you, his brows furrowed in uncertainty as he watched you trap your bottom lip between your teeth. Gnawing on the flesh, your eyes fluttered between his, dropping down for a second before exhaling:

"I don't know how to dance."

⚔︎.

That's how you ended up in the Room of Requirement, staring at your shoes while James fiddled with a charmed record player, putting on some old classical song that you might have heard somewhere in passing.

"Alright, are you ready?"

You looked up at James, pursing your lips in a semi pout.

"James I swear I've got two left feet or something, s'not gonna work out very well."

The boy rolled his eyes, straightening his back in true Pureblood fashion as he looked down at you.

"Please. I've had dance lessons since I was four. I can teach you to dance anything."

Stretching his arms out towards you, James raised his eyebrows, gesturing for you to move towards him.

"Come on, I'll lead."

⚔︎.

"Left, two, three."

"Shit!"

James's foot snapped away from under yours, the two of you stumbling as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. Holding you closer to him, the pair of you fell down to the ground, you landing on top of him.

Your chests were pressed together, your lips ghosting his for a moment as your eyes refocused on James's. Your face was dangerously close to the bespectacled boy's, your breath fogging his glasses slightly. Noticing your distance, you scrambled to get up, brushing yourself off as you stood up. "Sorry James! Fuck, told you I can't dance." The boy laid on the ground for a few more seconds, his eyes blinking in a mist of mild confusion before he stood up as well, clearing his throat awkwardly. "That wasn't too bad. It's literally your first attempt, don't get so distraught over one mishap."

You raised your eyebrows at the boy.

"Really. One mishap. Sure, that's the first time we fell on the ground, but it's like the tenth time I've stepped on your foot."

The seeker rolled his eyes at you, stepping closer to wrap his arm around your waist again as the music automatically looped on the player. He took your hand in his larger one, extending your arms towards the door before stepping backwards.

"Yeah, well, mistakes happen Y/N. This doesn't mean that you can't dance. You're literally learning. It takes time. Not just three hours in this room."

You sighed as you stepped to the side, instinctively responding to James's movements as the two of you waltzed in time to the music.

"Do you really not want to go to the ball?"

You rolled your eyes as your feet glided over the wooden floor, James's hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you into a heel turn, shoes clicking on the smooth maple.

"I-, I don't know."

Your arm was lifted over your head as James twirled you gently, your arm extending as your left foot stepped out sideways, your intertwined hands extending as your free arms stretched outwards, before turning back in to clasp each other gently once more.

"Come on Y/N, it'll be fun."

As if to emphasize his point, James twirled you outwards, the tenacity with which he did so making you laugh as your hand flew out instinctively. Laughing alongside you, James pulled you back in, your body whirling closer towards his in a laugh.

The laugh was cut off as the momentum made you stumble, James letting go of your hand to catch you, fingers interlocking as he wrapped his arms around your waist fully. Eyes squeezing shut in fear of falling, only to find your chest pressed against James's as he pulled you in.

One eye opened as you looked up at the bespectacled boy, the other quickly following it as you watched James, his eyes darting down to glance at your lips before looking back into your eyes.

Your chests rose and fell in unison, as the seconds ticked on you became acutely aware of the fact that his grip hadn't loosened, hands wrapped around your waist, eyes boring into yours.

"Um-"

"Y/N-"

Your mouths opened in unison, smiling as both of you stopped simultaneously.

"You go."

James nodded, his bottom lip sticking out as he furrowed his brows in a bout of uncertainty.

"Do you, wanna go to the ball with me?"

A smile blossomed on your face.

"Don't you have a date?"

James looked up awkwardly, his arms stiffening around you but still not quite letting go.

"Um, I might have... been waiting to ask someone."

The corner of your lip curled upwards as you looked up at the boy.

"Oh yeah? But what if that someone still doesn't want to go?"

James's arms pulled you closer – somehow it was still possible. Your chest fully pressed against his, the prominent smell of broom polish and mint dancing into your olfactory senses.

"I thought I might've persuaded them. They'll have a fantastic dance partner too so they won't have to worry."

Your eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"But... What if they still need some persuasion?"

It was now James's turn to smile, the sides of his mouth turning up as his eyes darted down to your lips once more.

"Would a kiss persuade them, you think?"

"Maybe-"

Before the word had left your mouth properly, James had caught your lips in a kiss, melding your mouths together as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands finally left your waist, trailing up your sides to cup your chin. Your hand moved to hold him by the nape of his neck, memorising each and every crevice of his lips.

After a fleeting moment that seemed to last forever, the two of you fell apart, chests heaving as your hands left each other for the first time in minutes, the ghost of James's hands on your waist haunting you.

"So, are they convinced?"

A soft chuckle left you, pressing your lips together in a moment of shyness, cocking the edge of your mouth upwards.

"Hmm. I think they are. So, shall we practice more? So that somebody won't be too embarrassed on the dance floor?"

James held his hands out, tilting his head to the side as he smirked at you.

"Of course. But it's your turn to lead now."

Your mouth fell open, staring at the boy, bemused.

"What?"

James barked out a laugh, ruffling his hair slightly as you just watched him.

"You don't expect me to lead all night, do you?"

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[imaginethatneathuh]

Silence: Elijah Mikaelson - TVD/TO (Request)

Elijah Mikaelson x partner!reader, romantic

Elijah is upset with you for drinking so much and the two of you fight.

Request from Wattpad.

TW/CW: Drinking, controlling partner, fear, might be something else I've forgotten.

Word count: 2.4+ K

Completely unedited.

•

Swaying to the music and feeling the hot bodies around you, you smiled. The Mystic Grille back home was great and all, but places like this, places no one cares about who you are and you can let loose, are the absolute best. Though that may be the alcohol talking.

You had five, maybe six, shots. Plus, of course, a fuck ton of beers prior to said shots.

Despite Elijah’s warning, one you didn’t really care to listen to, you had gone out.

Kol, of course, came along for the ride. After all, if his brothers wouldn’t let him have any real fun, then he’d tag along with you and find some trouble of his own.

A pair of hands rested on your sides.

The contact of someone you knew wasn’t your partner caused you to turn around in fear.

Kol stood there, smirking.

“Don’t worry, it’s just me, love,” he said, shouting over the music.

Realizing it was him, you relaxed and smiled.

“I wanna do more shots,” you said, bouncing around.

Kol laughed. “You keep this up, I might not be able to get you home without Elijah knowing.”

“Shots, Kol, shots,” you said, dragging him to the bar. “We are doing them.”

Kol allowed you to pull him along, smiling. “God, Elijah is going to kill me in the morning.”

“What?” You asked, not hearing him.

The bartender smiled politely at someone and handed them a martini.

The bright lights of the club’s neon lined bar reflected off Kol’s pale skin, making you giggle slightly.

The bartender smiled, placing their hands on the edge of the bar.

“What can I do for you?” They asked.

“Shots!” You shouted, continuing to bounce.

Kol nodded, giving the bartender a polite smile.

“Water them down a bit, will ya?” He asked, leaning over the bar slightly.

The bartender looked at you then back at him before nodding.

“Gotcha,” they said.

•

Kol, with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding your arm over his shoulder, made his way to the front door of your place.

“Come on,” Kol said. “We’re almost there.”

You laughed.

“Almost pear,” you said, still laughing.

Kol smiled a little, shaking his head.

As the two of you reached the door, Kol tried to grab your keys from your pocket but failed. You moved away from him, giggling.

“Y/N,” he said. “Let me get the keys.”

He tried getting them again but you moved away, landing against the wall and falling, all while giggling.

“Nuh-uh,” you said, smiling at him in your drunken state.

Kol sighed and tiredly smiled at you. He picked up the keys that had fallen out when he fell.

“Come on, love.” He reached for you but you crawled away on all fours. “Y/N, you need to go to bed. Elijah --”

“He is not my daddy,” you said, crossing your arms and pouting.

The drizzle from earlier made its home on your trousers.

Kol glared at your childish actions. But he couldn’t really fault you for that. He would have acted the same way and besides, you were drunk. Most people do and/or say stupid shit like that. It wasn’t surprising, really.

While talking, neither noticed Elijah as he walked over.

“Am I not?” He asked, causing Kol to whip around.

Eyes wide, Kol’s mouth opened to say something but Elijah held up his hand.

“You can go,” Elijah said, his gaze only leaving you for a split second to look at his brother.

Kol shrugged and tossed him the keys.

Elijah caught them with one hand.

Instead of walking over and helping you up, he walked to the door. He didn’t even bother to say anything as he did so.

“Elijah,” you called.

He ignored you.

“Eeeliijaah,” you called again.

He kept ignoring you as he unlocked it.

Pouting, you got up but stumbled. You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you fell. The ground wouldn’t be so bad to sleep on. Sure, you’d be wet in the morning, but you’ve done it before.

Elijah stood at the, now open, door.

Of course, he wanted to go back and pick your drunk-self up. He was your partner and did love you very much. Even if you had directly and purposefully disobeyed him.

After fighting with himself for a good minute, he went back and picked you up. But, using his vampire-speed, the two of you went inside and he tossed you on the sofa.

You sunk into the soft, blanket covered sofa, grinning. Though the ground and grass of your front lawn was fine to sleep on, a sofa was definitely better. Not as good as your bed, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“I knew you loved me,” you mumbled, pulling one of the throw pillows into your grip and quickly falling asleep.

•

At the Mikealson’s place, you relaxed in one of the sofas, hiding your face from the sunlight. As much as you enjoyed the relative silence of the house, you hated how open the rooms with sofas were. But, it wasn’t that bad.

There was this crushing force being applied to your skull from pretty much all angles. Since you got onto the soft, warm, comforting sofa, you hadn’t left. Every time you moved, the ground under you felt like it was swaying and you wanted to puke. The mere mention of eating also had a similar effect. The feelings were slowly diminished, but not as much as you wished they had.

Elijah, your current partner and favourite person, walked into the area of the house you were desperately trying to sleep in. He said nothing as he poured a glass of alcohol.

The mere sound of it made you cringe.

You pulled the blankets tighter around your body. “Do you wanna join me? I could use some cuddles.”

He didn’t say a word.

“Elijah?” After realizing he wasn’t going to respond, your shoulders slumped. “Is this because I got drunk?”

His silence spoke volumes as to what he was getting at.

“You’re really going to give me the silent treatment because I wanted to have some fun?”

He sipped the dark liquor from his glass, turned away from you.

“Okay, fine. Two can play at that game.” You fell back into the sofa and buried yourself.

If he was going to ignore you, you would ignore him, too.

•

Several weeks passed by and he still hadn’t talked to you. It was really starting to get under your skin, but Elijah seemed cool as a cucumber. As always.

Happily, you threw your arms around Kol’s neck. He was sitting on the sofa, making it that much easier.

“I’m bored,” you said, pouting.

He flipped the page of his book. “Your point?”

Straightening, you smiled. “Let’s go to a club or something! I want to party.” You mimed dancing, tossing your hands into the air like you just don’t care.

Kol laughed and set his book down. ‘You sure? Elijah still hasn’t talked to you since last time and that was weeks ago.”

You nodded, still dancing to nothing.

“Fine, but he gets pissed again, don’t go blaming me,” he said as he got up.

•

The pulsing music felt good as you swayed to it like there was no one else there. It felt good in your soul. The three or four drinks you’d had definitely helped loosen you up. They let you move to the music in a way you usually wouldn’t which is just what you needed.

Kol, instead of dancing with you, sat at your table and watched, drinking and smiling. A few girls had taken peaks at him. When he looked over at them and smirked, they giggled and looked away. The Original had that effect on people, especially girls.

Someone comes up from behind and starts dancing with you, getting a little too touchy for your liking.

You turnt to Kol, giving him a look that said “help”.

He nodded and stood, leaving his empty glass on the table.

Before Kol could reach you, someone else pulled the stranger away.

“What the fuck, dude?” The rando asked.

Elijah cooley glared at them before turning to you. “We’re leaving.”

“Oh, no, fuck that, you can’t make me do shite,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’m having a good time and I ain’t about to let you ruin that.”

The two of you glared at each other for a while before Elijah grabs you and drags you away.

“Elijah!” You yelp as he pulls you along, his strength far exceeding your own.

Kol hoped that the two of you would actually talk about Elijah’s overprotectiveness so the hostility between the two of you would go the fuck away and he wouldn’t be stuck between you two anymore.

•

The bouncer for the club watched as Elijah dragged you away but said nothing. Still, he watched on with narrow eyes.

You turnt back and waved goodbye with a smile. It was your way of letting him know you were fine.

He nodded to you, a polite smile on his face.

Elijah dragged you along to his car, opening a door for you.

“I’m not getting in,” you said.

Elijah sighed. “I do not wish to compel you, my love, but I will if I must.”

The defiance you tried to keep up faded as you got into the passenger seat of the black sedan.

•

Elijah sipped on a glass of whiskey, sitting on the sofa in the living room. His suit jacket lay over the arm and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

When he had found you gone, he wasn’t surprised but still the anxiety of your disappearance had made him feel like puking.

Despite his rather cold actions toward you lately, he loved you more than he had loved anyone else in his life. He’d said it before about other lovers in the past, and he had loved them greatly at the time, just as he did with you now. But now is slightly different to back then. Now, there were other monsters he had to fear, ones that could find him and, more importantly, his family much easier than before. That family now included you and you had no way to protect yourself from the horrors his family had to face.

He mentally slapped himself for even considering being with a human.

With all the dangers of just being around supernatural creatures like himself, being with one romantically was even more dangerous.

Elijah downed the rest of his drink and set the glass down. He leant back into the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

“So, what?” You said, walking into the room. “You can drink, but I can’t?”

Elijah sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t feel the effects the same as you do, my love,” he said. “I’ve also had one drink over the course of several hours, not a bunch over the course of not even an hour.”

You rolled your eyes.

In a random act of defiance, and right in front of Elijah, you poured yourself a glass of whiskey. It was your way of saying “fuck you, you controlling arsehole”.

He didn’t try to stop you, not even when you downed the entire glass.

“You should eat something. There are still leftovers in the fridge,” Elijah said.

Ignoring him, you poured another drink and downed it.

“My love,” he said. “Please, eat something before you go to bed. I can make you something if you wish.”

“Fuck you.”

The vampire sighed and rubbed his face. “Why are you like this?” He mumbled.

“Why do you have to be a controlling prick?”

He looked up as you drank more from the decanter containing whiskey. His jaw tightened but he said nothing.

“What? Can’t admit it so you ignore it?” You asked. “And I thought you were the mature one of the lot.”

Elijah stood and began to leave. “I’m going to reheat some leftovers for you. It’ll be in the kitchen when you’re done.”

“Don’t.”

He looked back. “Don’t what?”

“I want answers, Mikaelson, not fucking food.” You set the decanter down with a thud.

Turning back to you, Elijah sighed. “I’m rather tired, Y/N, can we do this tomorrow?”

“No. I want answers and I want them now. You’re being a total fucking control freak and I want to know why.”

“I’m not,” he said. “I’m not trying to be.”

You crossed your arms and scoffed. “Well, you are. I’m safe with Kol. He knows how to make sure I’m okay when I drink. I don’t need you butting in.”

Elijah got closer to you. He looked down before meeting your gaze, his voice hardening. “And what if he loses track of you at a club or bar? What if you find yourself in a dark alley? What if there’s someone there? Someone we’ve-- I’ve done wrongs to? What happens then?” He asked, torturing himself with the idea.

You looked him up and down, finally understanding what was going on in his head. “This isn’t about my drinking, is it?”

Elijah shook his head.

“Doll, why didn’t you just talk to me about it?” You asked, getting closer and taking his hand. “I’d be fine with drinking at home or somewhere you believe’s safe.”

He shrugged. Elijah, ever respectful, brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

“I hate thinking about it,” he whispered, pulling you in close. “I hate thinking about you getting hurt. When I sleep, it’s plagued by different scenarios, each one more horrific than the last. And even if I don’t, I still stay up and play and replay things that could happen to you.”

You kissed him softly on the forehead. “Elijah, you don’t have to worry about that. Not when my best friend is Kol Mikaelson and my beloved partner is Elijah fucking Mikaelson. What vampire, or witch, or werewolf, or whatever, in their right mind would try it?”

Elijah chuckled. “Not many of them are, my love.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll stop going out to clubs and bars and shite.”

He shook his head. “No, no. I was being too ‘over dramatic’, as Rebekah would say. Just, please, tell me and take Kol with you.” Elijah cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb across your skin. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you said, smiling at him.

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[kiwi-the-first]

The Best Lover In The Parsec

Oneshot

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Fandom: Star Wars/The Mandalorian

CW: Fluff oh gods so much fluff, *slaps roof of the fic* this baby can fit so much yearning in it! Salt bae angst action, guest appearance of one(1) line of having the word "making love" and including one corny joke.

TW: mention of near death experience,self loathing,body image issues,canon-typical violence.

A/N: I keep mentioning it, this is my first piece of fanfiction writing. So I really really hope you guys like it. I am scared shitless. Never thought I'd ever write this but 2020 said fuck it you're writing fanfics now. Special thanks all of my writer friends for encouraging,helping and inspiring me everyday into making this happen. Iysm!

Enjoy!

- Kiwi

Masterlist

You.

He didn't know what to do with you.

He couldn't explain what you made him feel.

He couldn't explain how you made him feel.

But he knew the answers, he knew the words to describe it. He knew the scent of you and the dreamy sigh that escapes him everytime,he enters the fresher after your shower. 

He knew the sound of your voice and how it soothes his longing soul and fills in for the silence of the crest, or "home" as you liked to call it.

How he instantly melted after hearing you speak his name for the first time.

You knew it was sacred due to his creed but he had insisted that he trusted you well enough to tell you.

“Din Djarin?” you asked and he nodded. 

“What a beautiful name” you smiled.

He breathing hitched and swore to the Mythosaur he never saw anything as pure as that. Well maybe the kid but he was your foundling so of course.

You two are the most precious purposes to him.

Your eyes, so beautiful that he couldn't stop looking at them, a colour picked by nature itself and poured in by artists. Filled with a cacophony of emotions he willingly drowned into.

He knew the curves and nicks of your body.

You trusted him,let him be near you and patch you up when needed. He knows your loathing regarding it,knows the borderline ambiguity and acceptance you have towards loving yourself.

He knows how you confine yourself in the mere image of a fighter.

He knows it well because he does it too. Still he thinks that you manage to be kinder than he could ever be.

You. He keeps falling for you. Deeper and deeper in an infinite pit of ecstasy that most would call love. 

You're all on his mind lately. Still he doesn't know what to do.

--

He knew your actions.

He knew how you fight, how you patch him up,how you show your affection in silent gestures. Ways you cradle the kid and play little games with him but also scold him when it’s needed. The way his chest tightens with that one particular feeling, seeing the two of you like that.

The three of you are safe,laughing just enjoying each other’s presence and looking like a perfect family,an aliit.

Everytime he associates the word with you two he feels a wave of calmness crash over him.

But he’d be lying if it also didn’t make him want to be disintegrated by his own pulse rifle. It was too much how you constantly took care of the two of them.

How you silently admire him when you think he's looking at the stars. When in reality he's looking at you.

He’s always looking at you, looking out for you two.

But do you feel it too? He doesn't have the courage to ask.

He never did. He'd die a thousand different deaths as a coward than be left alone without you beside him.

Your soul, the purest most perfect thing to him deserves someone better. That is what he constantly told himself.

He never intended to be vulnerable with a stranger yet there you were and here he was. But only you weren't a stranger,not anymore. 

If he hadn't known any better he would go as far as calling you his soulmate. Silly it may seem.

A big,bad Mandalorian bounty hunter believing in soulmates, but it was the truth.

You're the one holding his heart. But still he doesn't know what to do.

--

But then it changed, years of travelling together and months on the run raising the little green bean whom you both love and protect with your entirety. Maybe this was where it all ended.

He has been in bad situations before, true. But death was something he never thought he'd have to possibly greet in front of you.

 He first noticed your eyes, all the other emotions were set aside as they made room for fear and hopelessness of losing him. Your pretty lips that he always craved to kiss were trembling as you held him close to you.

One hand holding his as tightly as possible while the other cradled under his neck.

He knew he should've told you, he wanted to, desperately. But surely, he couldn't do it now...right? You didn't deserve a last moment declaration of love but lose said lover and live in vain for the rest of your life.

But the maker played him again. Surprise!surprise! He didn’t die.

After the chaos and dangers were all done, the three of you left Nevarro, and the crest jumped into hyperspace he started to prepare himself.

You barely spoke to him as you were down in the hull with the kid.

After you tucked in the kid in the sleeping compartment and came to the cockpit to sit down he started preparing.

He didn't know how much time had passed but he was still silent and...well he scoffed at himself, still ‘’preparing’’.

But suddenly you got up from your seat, fumbling a little, clearly trying to say something.

"I need to talk to you" his entire body froze. 

Whatever it was, it scared him. He felt nauseous all of a sudden.

"...about today". 

Oh, his anxiety got the best of him. He was always the rusher and in the moment of weakness he couldn't control himself.

"Mando I think you shou-"

"I'm in love with you" he felt his voice slightly crack.

--

You blinked once,twice, mouth slightly agape. Tears started pooling in your eyes…

Shit shit shit shit it wasn't supposed to happen like this!!!

You were probably telling him how you'd much rather be without him and be safe far away from him and he fucked it all up.

Again he was gonna ruin something because he had no self restraint.

He was confused when you lurched your body to his chest, hugged him tightly and started sobbing.

Was this normal? When a person wants to leave you they don't do thi-

He heard your shaky voice let out a breath and then a

"I love you too" 

Huh?

Oh- 

OH!

He could faint right now. He could die and be alive again. If someone told him to befriend a jedi right now he would. 

It took him a while to process your words,probably because of that brain injury IG informed him about, he thought to himself. 

He was irrevocably happy.

Just...happy...and sated, but he also felt like someone ran over him with a mudhorn.

You loved him. You loved him.

You loved him back.

You-

--

He looks down at you. Sleeping silently curled up against him, holding him close.

This has been like that ever since. 

Ever since you both declared that all those touches were indeed electrocuting,that all those late night heart-to-hearts weren't just conversations to pass the time,how he longed to take your hands in his. 

Or how you wanted to take off his kriffing helmet so that you could see his eyes and what they hid, or kiss his lips yet you resisted.

It’s been a while, he thinks.

Since you settled down for your happy ending...or was it a beginning? He likes to think it's a little bit of both.

It was something he'd never thought he'd have. Since you learnt that the kid’s people were gone. Since the kid truly became your own in every sense.

But frankly if he was being honest Din didn’t ever want to give him away and neither did you. Your son,your Ad’ika. You now had the privilege to call him that with the permission from The Armorer.

Since your Riduurok.

Since he was allowed to take off his helmet and finally, you finally got to let your emotions run free.

To finally see his face and hold him close. To feel his lips and his warmth. 

The memory of your tears of unsung victory and joy still elevates his heartbeat.

Since you had made love and you laughed at his messed up curls in the morning after.

"Thanks for letting me in" you kissed his knuckles and he sighed contently.

"You did too" you furrowed your brows "I-"

"Literally" he winked, "oh? waiT YOU- EWW!!!" he was laughing hard as he dodged the pillow you threw at him.

"And to think! Your'e a responsible father!"

"Make a pervy joke again and I'll murder you" you grumbled. You kept laughing in each other's arms as he held you close

He still chuckles at the memory.

Now baby didn’t mind having a stable life with his buirs either.

You sighed in your sleep. The morning lights were seeping in through the slightly opened windows.

Sunbeams slowly making their ways into the room and enveloping your bodies. 

Your eyes crinkled in your sleep and you mumbled something and cuddling closer to him, if that were possible.

The kid will be up soon too and the thought alone makes him smile.

Yet another day with the two of you.

It was a free day for both of you and between your magnificent existence and snorting at Ad’ika running around,babbling and being the cutest menace. He knew he’d survive.

He looks down at you again and he's reminded of all the things that he loves about you. 

Now including how much you also love him. He could feel your heart beat,it is the best genre of music to him.

He felt the warmth again, not from the sunlight but from his infinite loop of affection for you.

“Ner Ali’it” he called you.

He'll bask in this for as long as you'd allow him and gladly, you promised to allow him forever.

He may be the best bounty hunter in the parsec but he never tried to be the best lover.

He simply couldn't!

For that title already had an owner,

You.

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The Karasuno Boys || Love You Like I Do Former First Years Edition

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | series m.list | hq tag | other m.lists | main blog ||

|| Characters: K. Tsukishima | S. Hinata | T. Yamaguchi | T. Kageyama

Can we just take a moment to appreciate the ways these boys love on you?

↠ Inspired in part by @screamin-abt-haikyuu​’s post. I wrote something for Best Boy and the rest of the third years only to find that I had a lot of feelings about everyone else too and so here we are lol…

↠ Requested By: Literally no one, I just woke up with an urge lol… ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW that’s full of fluffy affection ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip ↠ CWs/TWs: Lots of self-doubt and self-deprecation in Tsukki’s section from the man himself. Also some v. mild angst due to ghosting, but it all works out in the end, I promise! ↠ There are also mentions of past bullying and the lingering effects thereof in Yams’ section. ↠ Other than that we’ve got Hinata being a crackhead (affectionate), Kags being Kags (also affectionate), and also Yams being a hella supportive cutie that’s legit willing to fite for you (super-ultra affectionate). Also Kei Tsukishima is his own gd warning (begrudgingly affectionate) lmao… ↠ Also no betas—we die like grammatically incorrect men here. ↠ Total WC: ~11.9k

Alternative title: Relationship Origin Stories, or Tangents are a Girl’s Best Friend.

Second verse, same as the first.

We got more character analyses, with me looking into how you would even end up with half of these boys because chile. They’re difficult little beans that do not make loving (or writing) them easy. Tsukki’s esp. got outta hand since (based on what I’ve seen of him so far) the type of man I see him growing into isn’t all that easy to get close to. ((But still—it’s ten words past the 4k mark, like?? !!! I really need to learn some chill))

As stated in my previous installment, I’m anime only—halfway through season 4 now tho frankly I am still absolutely shook over the fact that season 3 was based around a singular game, how in the actual fuck… Anyways, what I’m trying to say is that if anyone’s OOC or anything’s inaccurate/not in line with canon that’s why.

Kei Tsukishima will always make sure that you feel smart. || WC: 4k~

Last warning for that self-doubt/self-deprecation, as well as the ghosting-induced angst that I mentioned.

((Also, I have, no lie, written one shots shorter than this HC, smh…))

↠ Potentially unpopular opinion time: You cannot pay this man to be unkind to his s/o.

↠ Don’t bother with trying to change my mind because I do not accept criticism.

↠ He may give everyone else a lot of shit, but you’re his baby, his love, his whole damn world. He honestly views you as a part of himself, so to pull you down in any way would be to hurt his own heart.

↠ Tbh that’s how he knew he was down bad, when he couldn’t bring himself to get at you, even when you would do things that made him want to put his head through a wall lmao.

↠ ((…character analysis/relationship origin story time? Character analysis/relationship origin story time.))

↠ Okay, so he’s not really the type for instant attraction, love at first sight type deals.

Like yes, he can find you physically attractive from jump, but that’s all it’ll be because finding someone aesthetically pleasing is a far cry from wanting to cultivate a romantic relationship with them.

With Kei, he has to be drawn to you on all levels before he will ever consider something more than a friendship. And heck, even just being friends with this man can be hard given how selective, not to mention distant, he can be.

I really do believe that his prickly disposition largely stems from the insecurities that he still harbors even as an adult. He’s a far cry from the boy he was back when he was attending Karasuno, but shit like that doesn’t just disappear overnight, yanno?

He’s still coming into his own as a man, and the process has been… messy to say the least, especially when it comes to relationships of any sort. He still has a tendency to feel inadequate, not least of all because of his less-than-stellar interpersonal skills.

↠ He’s v. self-aware about the areas in which he’s lacking.

He knows that his tendency to arrogance and antagonistic behavior lacks mass appeal, but at this point he’s been like this for so long that he honestly isn’t even sure who or what he’d be if he exorcised those parts of himself completely. What’s more it’s his most effective defense mechanism.

After all, the only way anyone or anything can ever really hurt you is if you allow ‘em access to your heart.

And his heart is a truly tender thing, with layers upon layers of snark and feigned disinterest keeping it well out reach of anything that would mar it.

On the surface it seems as if he doesn’t care about much of anything when in actuality he has a tendency to care too much and he knows it; this is why he doesn’t allow himself to become too involved with people/things, and certainly not attached them.

By his estimation, having to navigate the internal hellscape that’s always left behind whenever he’s inevitably let down isn’t at all worth anything that may be gained. A cynical outlook to be sure, but no one’s ever accused him of being anything other than a realist.

((…that shit with his brother really left its mark, huh?))

↠ There are only a handful of people who he can call friend in truth; dude’s got more ‘associates’ than anything, and tbh he could do without like 90% of those.

What’s more, the people within this already minuscule number are winnowed even further if you’re talking about those he trusts completely.

This wall that he has erected around himself also serves as a test of sorts, though very few are ever able to pass it, if they can even be bothered to try.

Most don’t care to look beyond the persona that he projects, and he thinks that to be fair enough, all things considered. If the tables were turned he’d hardly think such a stubborn, snarky individual to be worth the effort either.

And yet he cannot help but to hope that there’s somebody out there who’ll actually want to make the climb and push pass all of his various (and somewhat vicious) layers of defense until they’re able to see him in truth.

Since he’s gotten older he’s taken steps to try to make the journey less perilous, but by his own reckoning, there isn’t much about him to recommend as a friend let alone a partner.

And even with all the effort he’s put into toning down the more antagonistic qualities of his personality over the years, he still knows that he can be more abrasive than what most find palpable, but dammit he’s trying—what more can be asked of him?

↠ While he’s far from being the worst person he knows, he’s well aware of the fact that he’s not everybody’s cup of tea. This leads to an annoyingly contradicting dichotomy within him, where he wants people to want him, but when they show any interest in getting to know him he’s instantly suspicious of their motivations.

The inferiority complex that he’s still yet to shake never fails to rear its ugly head whenever someone tries to get close to him. Perceiving himself as he does, he always ends up assuming that the person has an ulterior motive.

Do they want what little prestige he can provide? Or maybe they’re using him to get to one of his more popular (and far better liked) teammates/friends? Do they want a tutor or a carpool buddy or something equally annoying? It has to be something along those lines because he just cannot see himself as having any worth outside of what he can potentially provide.

↠ So when you come along with your soft smiles and genuine interest and open hands, and seamlessly make a place for yourself in his life, well…

I wouldn’t call him shook per say as he’s more confused than anything. Yeah, confused, but with like a mildly hostile edge lol. He—as well as the observing world at large—cannot figure out why you stick around him.

In the beginning he questions you about this a lot; that you constantly give him non-answers doesn’t help matters.

It’s not as if you’re trying to be annoying (well most of the time, anyway), but rather because you honestly cannot say what it was that drew you to the towering blond in the first place.

Maybe it was the way he seemed to be perpetually smirking, like he was in on a joke that you were not yet privy to.

Or maybe it was the confidence that he exuded as he moved throughout his day, shoulders back and pretty face at once impassive and slightly putout, as if pursuing higher education were a chore that was forced upon him.

Though rarely heard the husk of his laugh or the more often seen judge-y arch of his brow were also alluring in their own ways, and thusly good candidates.

But there was also the flash of something solemn and aching that you’d sometimes see buried within the gold of his eyes. There and gone in the span of a blink, it called out to some part of you that ached similarly, steadily drawing you into his orbit until you were a part of it, ever circling around him like a newly captured satellite and forever changing the landscape of his personal sky.

↠ There’s just something about Kei Tsukishima—something beautiful and special and wonderful—that just does it for you. If you’re prone to romance you might say your connection is kismet, but never having been one given to fatalism he doesn’t view it this way at all.

At first you’re just a person that he made the mistake of acknowledging once and now he can’t seem to get rid of you. What’s really wild tho is that after a while he doesn’t want to get rid of you.

Initially he lets you stick around out of an admittedly malicious curiosity. If you think you’re gonna get something from him—be that help, clout, or one of his friend’s numbers—then you’re in for a very rude awakening.

But ofc you never ask for anything like that. In fact the only thing you ever seem to want from him is him. Just his time and company, and nothing more.

↠ Even when he’s at his prickliest you stick around, giving him as good as you get and never hesitating to tell him when he’s gone too far.

Verbal sparring quickly becomes a hallmark of your acquaintanceship and honestly he finds it refreshing. It’s so nice to be able to go back and forth with someone without them taking offense to the least little thing.

((You really do have to have some thick skin if you’re gonna be friends with this guy, imo; even when he likes you he’s still a smart-mouthed little shit, that’s just the way he’s built.))

No matter how much time you’ve spent together up to this point he still refuses to call you anything more than an acquaintance because you haven’t earned a more substantial title–

Yet.

He can definitely feel it looming on the horizon like some great and inescapable inevitability. Naturally he bucks against this, but with every day that passes and you’re still there he just… starts to accept it with a wary sort of resignation lmao. (Like boy. Just let someone care about you, ffs…)

↠ But even with all of your persistence and consistence of personality, and how well you get on because of it, he’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He’s totally convinced that you’re just biding your time, but if you want to play the long game that’s more than fine by him. Tearing you down will be all the sweeter the closer you think you are to your ultimate goal.

He could, and probably should, be doing something better with his time, but the part of him that enjoys riling people up won’t allow for him to bow out of this silent battle. It’s a level of petty that he hasn’t engaged in in a long while (and one that he wishes he was beyond, honestly) but it’s also the only reasonable explanation.

Yeah, that has to be it because the alternative is him actually enjoying your company (the horror *rolls eyes hard*).

And Kei Tsukishima does not enjoy people’s company, he endures it–

–and yet you’re not proving to be nearly the burden you should.

↠ I picture Tsukki to be a very inward looking person, so the minute he actually acknowledges that there’s some sort of feelings there he takes the time to sit down and examines them.

He goes into things hoping—praying—that at most he’ll come out with a new friend and not a gd crush, but… lmfao.

Cue silent panicking because wtf, he did not ask for this and he cannot return it because he lost the goddamn receipt.

↠ Ngl, he ends up ghosting you hardcore in an attempt to purge you from his system. It’s a total communications blackout and a nearly perfect physical one too.

If you got classes together he’ll purposefully slip in at the last minute and take a seat as far away from you as possible, only to be the first one out the door when the professor dismisses you (and with those long ass legs of his ain’t no way you’re catching up lol).

He’ll completely tear his whole schedule apart just to stay away from you, and if it’s unavoidable he’ll just straight out ignore you.

It’s like you’re less than air to him, and if not for the annoyed (and mildly terrified) look he deigns to toss your way whenever you approach him you’ll actually think you’re invisible to him.

This goes on for the better part of a week before you finally give up on things altogether. He clearly doesn’t want you around, he won’t even so much as grunt in your general direction, let alone tell you what’s wrong, so as far as you can tell there’s no way to fix things.

His complete rejection cuts straight into the heart of you, but there’s nothing for it, it seems.

↠Ofc he notices your absence immediately—and how could he not, when the brightest object in his sky suddenly blinks out of existence?—but the relief he thought he’d feel is just as absent.

His feelings for you are scary and gangly and hard to manage, oftentimes leaving him mentally fatigued if he thinks on them too long (and he’s literally always thinking about them—about you), but not having you near hollows him out in a way that he never thought possible.

He soon realizes that the echoing ache that comes with the distinct lack of you in his day-to-day is a pain that he cannot bear indefinitely, but thanks to his actions he very well may have to.

But that’s just the cynic in him talking, he’s sure. You’re not so unforgiving of a person that you wouldn’t grant him a second chance, should he prove worthy of one, but… He’s never been great with these kinds of situations.

He wishes he could say that he doesn’t know what to do, but that’d be a boldfaced lie. He knows that he needs to apologize for being such a dick, to grovel at your feet and lay the whole of his heart bear and hope that even if you don’t return his feelings that you’ll at least understand them—understand him—and allow him a second chance at being a part of your life.

He doesn’t even care in what capacity you want him there, he just knows that he’s not whole when you’re not near.

↠ Unfortunately for him these revelations do little for him on their own.

Cue Hell Week 2: The Electric Boogaloo.

This poor, emotionally repressed boy is totally beside himself. Apologies aren’t really something he does as he’s always been more of the ‘acts of service’ type when it comes to such matters. He much prefers to gift the wronged party something that shows he’s sorry so that he doesn’t have to actually say it.

He’s not overly fond of admitting when he’s fucked up, but he knows that you deserve at least that much after the shit he pulled.

But at the same time he doesn’t know how to approach you, doesn’t even know if you want to hear what he has to say. You’ve dropped him just as completely as he’d done to you, and it makes him ache all the more to know that the inadequacy and pain that’s rolling around in chest and gut both has to be similar to what he made you feel back at the start of all of this—tho he’s sure that it was worse for you since you didn’t know why he’d done it–

And gdi he’s really fucked up, hasn’t he? Majorly so…

↠ About three days into this mess you start to notice the wear-and-tear, but much like him you don’t know if he’ll accept any sort of offerings of help.

But by the fifth day, when he’s looking so worn and broken with his dark circles and weary slouch and sad, sad eyes that makes you ache to see, you decide that you don’t really care.

You were friends once, would still be if you had your way, so you have to at least try. If he rejects you this time you vow to leave things along once and for all, but if not…

Thing’s will never be the way there were before, but if there’s even the slightest chance that you can make things better then you’re definitely gonna take it.

↠ You end up swinging by his place that night, and though he’s clearly surprised to see you he doesn’t hesitate to let you in. Taking a page from his book, you don’t bother with pleasantries, choosing instead to get right into things.

The conversation that follows is… messy to say the absolute least.

Lots of feelings, lots of angry outbursts because on his part he doesn’t know what to do with said feelings while you’re also still hurting as well, but eventually everything is dragged out into the open.

When you finally find out why he acted the way that he did you honestly want to slap him upside the head—probably would if he didn’t look like death warmed over at the moment.

A crush is not a valid reason to ghost someone like that, except it kinda is now that you better understand how he ticks.

He still isn’t sure if he can sustain a relationship with you at this point, but he would at least like to be a better friend to you, if you’re willing to give him a second chance, which you are.

↠ If you didn’t have romantic feelings for him before, you certainly will once he gets done lol. Dude starts unconsciously courting you, and it’s just so sweet?

He’s always got a drink waiting for you before your earliest class/shift/whatever it is that gets you up at such ungodly hours (which is hella weird since you know for a fact that he doesn’t have to be up for at least another hour himself), is always the first to offer you his jacket whenever you look the least bit cold, and he makes an effort to walk with you whenever he can (which is more often than his schedule really should allow for).

He texts you more, invites you to hang out whenever you’re both free, and is way nicer than you remember him being.

When you used to have your little back and forths before The Ghost-ening (he really hates when you call it that, but it’s also accurate so he doesn’t really think he has the right to ask you to stop lol) there was always a possibility of him going too far in the wrong direction, but now he seems to be taking special care to avoid prodding at any sensitive topics.

And when he feels the need to reprimand you he’s far more understanding than he would otherwise be.

Ofc none of this is to say that he doesn’t still get at you because, well, it’s Tsukki, but where his words always used to have a slight edge to them before, now they’re more teasing than anything—one could even call it flirty.

It’s a big departure from his usual M.O., but you can’t say you’re opposed.

↠ The pair of you are basically dating without dating for months, and when you jokingly point this out to him he just kinda shrugs and says that you should probably go ahead and make it official. He doesn’t like the way the barista at your usual haunt keeps eyeing you anyway.

You’re actually at said café on this fateful day, and the barista in question just so happens to be working which is really fortunate–

For Kei, that is.

He makes direct, piercing eye contact with this poor, unfortunate soul as he stakes his claim with kisses pressed from your palm to your wrist, flashing them his signature smirk-n-brow quirk combo when he finally pulls away.

The whole scene leaves you rolling your eyes even as you feel your skin heating from how flustered the sudden display of affection has left you.

He’s so petty, and when you tell him as much he doesn’t even try to deny it because “–you kinda love me for it, yeah?”

↠ ((Annnnnd—end scene lmao))

↠ Despite what his demeanor would lead one to think, the boy’s ‘bout as whipped as a meringue. What’s more he’s low-key proud of it.

And why shouldn’t he be? He’s got an amazing partner and you in turn have him—you’ve both scored big, and the haters can die jealous lol.

Besides, you’re just as wrapped around his finger as he is yours, so it’s not as if loving you has left him at a deficit; if anything you’ve improved both him and his life in ways that he didn’t even know he needed.

↠ God help anyone who has anything to say about your relationship, his resulting drastic shift in personality (that’s you-specific, naturally), or oh dear lord—you.

Generally prying/teasing comments will garner one of his usual cuttingly snarky replies, but if they bring you specifically into the mix…

He’s p. sure that you can’t actually murder someone with your words, but there’s a first time for everything and he’s certainly not above trying lmao.

But this is all only tangentially related so let’s move on. ((she says as if the last 3.4k+ words weren’t a big ass digression))

↠ When he’s dealing with you he transforms all of the insults that he would usually dole out into compliments. But this isn’t to say that he’s the type to praise you endlessly like Sho or Noya; he’s more like Kags in that he just states things as facts.

You’d be wise to never voice that particular observation tho—him being like Kageyama, that is—unless you like dealing with nearly 6 and a half feet of pouty blocker.

He’s not nearly so lanky as he was back in high school, and he’ll use the whole of his new bulk to squish you into an apology lmao.

But he is like his former teammate, at least in this small way, and he needs to accept it. Like Kags he’ll just say things in a tone that brokers no argument, and if you didn’t believe it before you certainly will once he’s done with you.

And he’s a persistent fucker too, so if you insist on being stubborn he’ll go heads up with your insecurities and self-doubt until you finally see yourself the way he does—the way you always should have.

He’s got first-hand experience with lacking confidence, and he never wants to see his love hurting in any capacity, but especially that soul sucking way that low self-esteem has about itself.

↠ One of the things he’s esp. big on is making sure that you know just how smart you really are.

Intelligence comes in many forms, but sadly only the academic variant seems to get any consistent recognition and praise.

Yes, it’s v. cool and useful to be classically smart, and he most certainly adores you if you are, but he also appreciates the mastery of skills, hobbies, etc.

It doesn’t matter if you’re the second coming of Einstein, a literal pogchamp, or can speak flower fluently—he’s gonna make sure that you and the world as a whole know how adept you are.

That said he’s not really the type to brag on you to per se as he prefers to let your accomplishments speak for themselves majority of the time. Like he’ll make mention of it then leave others to fawn over you as well they should.

Still, if he thinks you’re not getting your due, or worst yet—someone’s trying to take credit for you hard work—he’ll rectify that ish with the quickness.

“Really? That was your doing? Hm. You hardly seem capable of such a thing, to be completely honest. My sweetheart, on the other hand, could accomplish that easily. Already has, actually. In fact this feat that you’re trying to take credit for—yeah, that was all them. It’s pretty sad, if you ask me, leeching off of other people’s hard work like that, but I suppose that somebody as sorry as you would never get any recognition otherwise.”

↠ All said with that little smirk that leaves the masses wanting to pop him one (not that they’d ever be foolish enough to try because look at him—stature aside, you know how dead his eyes can get lol—and you wanting to kiss him stupid. I swear, it really isn’t fair how well he wears the whole ‘cocky bastard’ look 😩

↠ Tsukki’s love… it just is. Like the air that flows through your lungs or the sun that warms your skin, it’s something so intrinsic to your life that once you’ve got it, you’ll never be able to imagine living without it.

Shoyo Hinata will always make sure that you feel motivated. || WC: ~2.4k

↠ Shoyo Hinata certainly lives up to his name because baby boy is actual human sunshine.

↠ …he’s also an unwitting agent for chaos, but we love him in spite of—or maybe even because of—it.

↠ But for all of his energy and occasional dumbassery, he’s quite observant, a thing that serves him well in many facets of his life.

He picks up the smallest details about a person and stores them away.

Everything from habits, likes and dislikes, hopes and fears, and all other manner of sundry—he just hordes these details away like a fucking secret squirrel.

And the weirdest part is that he doesn’t even know that he’s doing it, it’s all subconscious.

It can be a little… disconcerting to say the least.

Luckily for us all he uses his powers for good, always choosing to uplift others whether he actually knows them or not.

Even when he’s scolding people it still ends up being inspirational.

↠ And speaking of his habit of talking to random people because he apparently never grasped the concept of ‘stranger danger’–

↠ Dude’s a social butterfly, making friends with folk whether they want it or not, and more importantly maintaining said friendships.

I mean anyone who can count people like Kenma Kozume and Tobio Kageyama as close friends for as long as Hinata has really must be dedicated to the cause is all I’m saying lmao.

He takes every one of his relationships, be them platonic or romantic, v. seriously, always making sure to do his best by all parties involved.

Honestly that’s the reason the two of you have lasted this long.

↠ People always talk about Kageyama and his one-track mind for all things volleyball like Shoyo Hinata’s not right there with him.

This is the absolute mad lad that low-key abandoned his team in favor of infiltrating a training program that he was not invited to, all with the sole purpose of improving and widening his skill set.

And he cannot even say that he did this without a second thought because this little shit actually sat down and weighed the costs, albeit v. briefly, and ended up following a line of reasoning made no logical sense, imo, but… this is Hinata so that’s about par the course.

Aside from volleyball-related strategizing, he’s always been more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later—maybe’ type.

↠ He throws himself headlong into things more often than not, and while it can seem like a rather reckless trait—because, well, in many cases it is—it’s also very admirable in a way, I think.

He’s not afraid of risk or failure, seeing both as things to be conquered; he doesn’t let anything keep him down for long, is always willing to dust himself off and go at things again and again and again until he finally finds a way through.

He also isn’t one to wait for life to happen for him. If there are no opportunities readily available to him he makes his own—thus him following Tsukki over to Shiratorizawa lmao.

He basically said “Fuck it, Imma do the thing”, because he believed that the potential reward was worth the risk, fallout and consequences be damned.

And that’s saying nothing of the fact that he would’ve followed Kags to the All-Japan YTC if he didn’t have to worry about potentially being arrested.

↠ Dude’s got the biggest himbo/crackhead energy and he’s not afraid to use it to further his goals—that’s it, that’s what I’m trying to establish here.

That dogged determination to always be the best is a double edge sword, but he’s learned to wield it with a deft precision over the years.

It’s one of the things that drew you to him, actually (because lbr, he wears ‘feral and driven’ damn well), and in the time since it has become an essential part of your relationship.

He loves the game, and no doubt about it, but he’s in love with you, so if he gives a hundred percent to volleyball then he can only ever do the same, if not better—always better—by you.

↠ He’s a natural hypeman who has a particular love for making his boo feel like they’re perpetually on top of the gd world, so he’s p. much gassing you up 24/7, and yet somehow it never feels fake or forced?

It’s such a big part of who he is as a person as well as your relationship’s dynamic that, I dunno—it just works.

Add to that his natural cataloging of people and it’s no surprise that he’s always the first person to know when your mood’s starting to deteriorate.

Even the smallest, most inconsequential change in your usual behavior will raise his antenna, which will in turn activate his ‘Cheer My Baby Up!!’ protocols lol.

Ofc he understands that some days you’re just not with it, and that’s okay! Not every day can be a great day, unfortunately, but dammit if he won’t try to make each one as good as possible for you both.

This usually comes in the form of him doing little things for you to make things easier, and lots of reminders of how much he adores, admires, and respects you.

Still, sometimes compliments and encouragement just don’t hit the way they should, this he knows. Sometimes life just takes it out of you, dulling the sparks in your eyes to mere glimmers that can barely be seen.

Whenever he notices that happening his reaction’s immediate, and a little… over the top, lbr.

↠ Inspiration’s flame going out? Oh his watch?? Oh hell to the no, we don’t do that here.

So congratulations, you now have your own personal cheerleader/motivational speaker lmao. Not that he wasn’t already filling those roles before, mind you, but now he’s going at it ten times as hard.

Idk how he does it, but he always manages to say the right thing at the right time. Stuff that would no doubt feel hella corny and-or disingenuous coming from someone else always sound perfect when it falls from his smiling lips.

And he’s always so sincere with it too. Like you know it’s not just empty flattery and fluff—he really does think you’re more than capable of accomplishing your tasks and reaching your goals, and if you want and-or need it, he’s definitely more than willing to help you every step of the way.

V. much the type to sit down with you and make a game plan if you’re feeling lost. As I said before, he’s generally more of a doer than a thinker, but as he’s gotten older he’s learned the value of at least having a general outline of what needs doing.

This is definitely something he learned from Suga, btw. In fact he’s picked up more than a few of the former VC’s more responsible habits…

…and some of his more questionable ones too (second coming of the memelord, gods help them all).

Grant it, if left to his own devices said plans will look like an actual game plan more befitting a locker room huddle, and that’s if you’re lucky. If you’re not think the Underpants Gnomes business model lol.

But! That’s why you’re here, yeah? I’m sure that between the two of you you’ll be able to come up with something a bit more comprehensive, and if not… Well you tried and therefore no one should criticize you.

↠ But if it’s just good ol’ fashion verbal motivation that you need then he’s most certainly got you!

He’ll remind you of how amazing/talented/brilliant you are at every turn, even going so far as to have a queue of encouraging texts scheduled and at the ready if he can’t be there to say it all to you in person for whatever reason.

((Such a good, precious baby, omg… ;n;))

↠ He has definitely recorded videos of him literally cheering you on.

In one such video he maaay or may not have been wearing an actual cheerleader uniform, complete with a cute lil pleated skirt that did an amazing job of highlighting how ridiculously shapely his legs are. He would’ve gone with the male variant, but that was all they had at the store, so yeah lmao.

((I very much believe that dude’s more than secure enough in his everything to rock a skirt if he so chooses, but anyway…))

He also maaay or may not have roped the other MSBY guys into his shenanigans as well—not that Bo or Tsumu really needed much convincing tbh lol. It’s any reason to make a scene with those two, plus neither of them were willing to concede the title of Best Legs* without a fight, so they definitely donned the uniform as well, and lucky you, you get to help judge them later.

…that was sarcasm, they’re all sensitive wittle cwybabies, it was nearly 30 solid minutes of hell lmao. God, they’re so embarrassing (affectionate).

Barnes, Thomas, and Inunaki didn’t put on the whole getup, but they did wave pom-poms as they said a few kind words. Meian gave you a thumbs-up and an enthusiastic “I know you can do it!”, and Sakusa…

Well when the camera panned to him he just stared blankly for a beat before telling you to “Do better.” To this day you still aren’t sure if it was meant to be his brand of encouragement or if he was telling you to pick a better partner lmfao…

↠ But if words and vids just aren’t cutting it Shoyo isn’t above bribing you after a fashion.

Food and other various gifts can and will be provided upon completion of your task and not a moment sooner.

He maybe soft for you, but he doesn’t think that he could say with any truth that he loves you if he facilitates your slacking, so don’t expect him to bend on this.

And if that doesn’t work he’ll propose a little bet. Given his drive to win, everything and always, he sees these as being the ultimate of motivators, and with prizes like impromptu date nights, massages, and the like he’s not wrong.

Ofc these are all things that you get as often as your schedules will allow for, but still—it’s nice to have a light at the end of the tunnel, yanno?

↠ Regardless of what finally motivates you, he’s gonna give you the biggest, tightest hug ever once you’re done.

“See honey? You made it through just like I knew you would! I’m so proud of you!!”

↠ Said between a flurry of kisses being peppered over the whole of your face and neck.

↠ He’s gonna drown you in his affections, anchoring you in the tempest that his adoration with the weight of his love.

↠ And Sho’s love—well, it’s certainly a lot, but it’s never too much.

|| Bonus: *Concerning the title of Best Legs

↠ Kay, so, initially the three of them are content with just having their partners judge the impromptu contest, but someone (probably, no definitely Sakusa) makes a comment about how that won’t work.

At best it’ll end up as a draw, at worst an argument if someone’s s/o decides to vote for anyone but their man.

They all go full surprised Pikachu before realizing that that makes a lot of sense, actually.

Tho Sakusa had been hoping that’d be the end of things he was sadly mistaken, and when he looks back on it he’ll realize that what follows is p. much his fault. Like at least 70% his doing.

↠ They need more judges, and their teammates are right there.

Aside from their partners (and the people who run and-or follow those weirdly specific stan accounts), who else has really seen their legs up close? Who else knows what they’re capable of? Really, it’s only natural that the other guys get in on this.

Said teammates are too used to their particular brand of foolishness to be anything but amused, so they go along with it with little fuss.

What’s more they take their commission seriously as anything less will end with them being there far longer than what anyone would want lol.

↠ And so, with the judges’ panel now fully staffed, the boys get to work.

Tsumu already has the perfect catwalk playlist complied on Spotify, and literally nobody is surprised by this.

Cue them all strutting their stuff to the bass boosted beats. And they can’t just walk and pose like normal because that would be too much like right.

There are high kicks, bad attempts at twerking because why tf not, and a display of flexibility from Bokuto that leaves you questioning everything you thought you knew about human anatomy.

At one point they all form a can-can line and Sho almost hyper extends his leg when he tries to kick as high as his taller teammates.

There would be so much blackmail footage if these idiots had the least bit of shame, but ofc they don’t, so…

↠ There’s also a fair bit of arguing, naturally.

It starts off good-natured enough, but towards the end they legit start to get heated and that’s when the captain (who honestly should be getting hazard pay or at least overtime for this) calls for the vote.

With 13 people in total (because they really wanted to vote for themselves, ig) a tie shouldn’t be possible, but Sakusa recuses himself from this bit of foolishness fairly early on (way to cause a problem and then take away the solution there buddy lmfao).

This leaves poor Meian to be the deciding vote. Not wanting to deal with a pair of pouting idiots, he decides to make things even by voting for Atsumu (who’s beyond scandalized that he doesn’t have a sweeping victory; mans really thought that you and Bo’s s/o were gonna vote for him from the very start lmaooo).

P. much everyone knows why he does it, tho Tsumu will never admit to getting a pity vote, and god help anyone who ever mentions it—which is all of them at every given opportunity because literally none of them are scared of him lmao.

↠ What they don’t know, however, is that the good captain is positive that he has the best legs and ass out of the whole of the team and honestly? He ain’t wrong, lol…

Tadashi Yamaguchi will always make sure that you feel heard. || WC: 2.7k~

One last CW for talks of childhood bullying and the effects there of. It’s a common theme throughout the whole of the HC, but the bulk of it will be marked with a ‼ (2 in total) if you would rather skip it.

↠ To be perfectly honest, Tadashi’s one of those characters that I didn’t really think about all that much until this HC forced me to, and ya know what? I actually kinda like him a lot!

He’s just such a good lil bean—well when he isn’t being a little co-signing shit, anyways.

Suffice it to say I have a lot of Thoughts™ about the state of his and Tsukki’s relationship. Big, blonde meanie is corrupting my child with his snark lmao.

That, ofc, is overstatement. Tadashi is his own person, this I know, but it must be said that their dynamic isn’t always the healthiest; I don’t really fault either of them for that tho.

They’re both still young at the start of things, and they’ve each got their share of issues and are just looking to make it through.

As they get older and grow, both emotionally and mentally, I like to think that things stabilize into something more sustainable/healthy. It’s already started happening in-show actually.

I really think that little confrontation they had during the Tokyo Expedition Arc was a big turning point for them as individuals as well as friends, but that’s a HC for another day.

↠ All that said, his tendency to be follower really is his worst/most self-stifling trait.

I have to assume that since he goes on to be captain during his third year that he comes into his own after a fashion—in fact I’m already seeing shades of change in him on the show, and I’m living for it—but for a long time he relied on others to buoy him.

Again, nothing necessarily wrong with that when it’s done from time to time, but in his case it was far too great a factor in his life for some years there.

I think this is the real reason Tsukishima is always telling him to stop bragging on him. Aside from the fact that it probably does occasionally genuinely annoy/fluster him, he truly cares about his friend and wants him to not only recognize his own accomplishments, but to take pride in them.

But really that’s hard to do when people have been intent on beating you down (both figuratively and literally) from your youngest years.

‼ We all know how cruel and cunning kids can be. Bullies are always able to find the weakest link, and a sweet thing like Tadashi would’ve made for a prime target.

God only knows how long they were getting at him before Tsukki came along, but honestly the bulk of the damage had already been done by then.

All that ‘sticks and stones’ ish is pure and utter fuckery. Words do hurt, badly, especially when they’re aimed at the same tender spots time and again.

And while it’s easy to throw around even more empty platitudes about time’s effect on wounds, in reality that’s just more filler—a nicer way of telling a person to get over it ASAP so that the rest of the world doesn’t have to be inconvenienced by said person’s unprocessed trauma.

‼ Though it does in fact have the capacity to heal, the ever advancing force that is time can just as easily be a destructive one.

If things are left unchecked it’ll run roughshod over past hurts, allowing the poison left behind to spread throughout a person’s system and fester.

I believe that this is what happened with Tadashi. He internalized a lot of what was said about him and it settled heavy in his psyche, growing and metastasizing until there wasn’t much room left for things like self-confidence.

↠ But despite how helpless and useless he so often felt, there was a little flame in him that refused to be snuffed out completely.

I truly believe that being around Kei, aka someone who gives off such a strong ‘never had a fuck to give in the first place’ vibe helped to fan said flame. It certainly thickened his skin if nothing else, maybe even put a bit of steel in his spine.

After a while he was able to shrug off most people’s barbs, which isn’t to say that shit didn’t hurt, but at least he wasn’t holding it as close to his heart as before.

↠ But even without Tsukki’s influence he’d always been so much stronger than he ever knew. Even with as down as he would get on himself, he never gave up the fight completely.

Finally having someone at his back/by his side gave him the time and room he needed to find his footing, and once he did that persistent little flicker that he’d been harboring turned into something more substantial.

He stopped being content with being a spectator of his own damn life and stepped into the role of MC. He was still a timid little thing, sure, but he was determined to be more than what everyone said he was.

That’s what drove him to join his middle school’s VBC, and the rest is history as they say.

↠ He certainly seems to become a bit of a go-getter as the years go by.

Dude actually shows a surprising amount of initiative (i.e. his going to Shimada to learn how to float serve, giving Tsukki the business during the training camp, becoming captain, etc.) all things considered, and his determination is more than admirable.

He knows he may not be the most gifted member of the team, but he doesn’t let that stop him from wanting to stand out and do his own thing. He’s always doing his best and giving it his all, and that’s just so *chef’s kiss* Great, awesome, excellent, we love to see it, truly.

I can definitely see that determination as being a major draw for his partner as all that passion and drive is kinda very much so hot, yeah? Especially when put up against his usual sweet and cheery persona, like… That contrast is everything, tbh.

((There’s just something about Soft Boys™ getting that slightly feral gleam in their eye as they come all the way outta pocket and go in hard—stop it, for once I don’t mean it like that ya heathens lmao—that just makes my brain short-circuit))

↠ The confidence that he has now as a young man is a hard earned thing, and it grows a bit more every day. And, much like him, it’s rather gentle in nature. He doesn’t feel the need to be brash or arrogant with it, he’s too grounded in himself for that.

That self-assurance translates over into your relationship as well. Despite what some may think, I don’t see him as being an insecure or jealous partner.

He’s not one for rushing into romantic relationships, so if you’re together the level of trust and respect is too high for that type of foolishness.

↠ That said, he’s not one to shy away from the limelight either.

You can see this at several points throughout S4 especially, with his constantly mentioning how he’d love to be interviewed/hoping that it’ll happen.

There used to be a time when massive amounts of attention would stress him out since it was hardly ever good attention, but once that balance starts to shift he actually finds that he doesn’t mind being a focal point—in fact he kinda likes it.

Admittedly it’s still a bit nerve-wracking, but at the same time he enjoys the rush, if that makes sense? It’s the same feeling he gets when he’s up to serve, that spike of endorphin-laced adrenaline that shoots through him at the whistle’s shrill cry.

And in the same way that he centers himself when he’s on the court, he finds his cool and does his thing when it’s time to speak. It certainly is something to see, esp. given how damn personable he naturally is.

He knows what it’s like to be made to feel awkward in your own skin so he always makes sure to put those around him at ease as best he can.

↠ ((…ya know, I always say that I don’t have a type but it seems as if I do, personality-wise anyways. Asahi, Daichi, Suga, and Tadashi all kinda have the same vibe when it comes to making sure that people feel comfortable, even if they go about facilitating that in different ways. But this is way off topic so let’s move on!))

↠ The man that he is now is leagues away from the timid boy that he once was. It has taken him so long to get to the point where he feels as if his voice actually has weight, and now that he’s arrived he’ll be damned if he allows anyone to take it away from him again in any capacity.

But even with as much as he’s grown he still remembers what it feels like to have your voice go ignored.

For so long nobody ever took him seriously, but then Tsukki came along and while their relationship certainly provided him with certain advantages, being heard wasn’t necessarily one of them.

Now this isn’t to say that it was his friend was purposefully stifling his voice, quite the opposite actually. Kei would often push him to stand up for himself, only stepping in when he saw that the other boy either wouldn’t, or the bullies weren’t taking the hint—both things that were far too common for far too long.

This eventually led to people hearing Tadashi after a fashion, but only because they were afraid of Tsukki’s not-so-silent wrath.

That’s demoralizing af, so it’s no surprise that after a while he got fed up and began to push back.

↠ As he’s gotten older he’s made sure that his voice carries its own weight.

He strives to be respected on his own merits, and wonder of wonders it’s actually happening!

He’s still low-key surprised, but really he shouldn’t be. All that drive and passion that I talked about earlier really shines through, garnering a certain level of respect and even admiration amongst his peers as well as outsiders.

↠ He’s more than willing to fight for you voice just as hard as he fought for his own—harder even, given the fact that he knows full well how difficult finding it can be.

The process he went through was a bit more brute force than what he would’ve liked which is why he makes double sure to be a lot more gentle with you.

Tadashi’s very big on encouragement. He’s always prompting you to speak up (figuratively as well as and literally if you’re a low talker like me lol) and speak out.

He’ll never allow for anyone—your cute little self included—to make you feel as if your voice lacks worth in any capacity, so expect heaps of verbal reassurance. He’s always telling you how much he loves hearing whatever it is you have to say, and always ready to hear more.

In that same vein he’s an excellent listener.

It doesn’t matter if you’re talking about something as heavy as your political beliefs or something as minor as why you prefer one brand of hand soap over another—your views and opinions will always be of great importance to him and he’s gonna make sure that you know it.

↠ I know I literally just said it in the last point, but Imma say it one more time for the people in the back: Tadashi Yamaguchi is the World’s Best Listener!

He will let you go on indefinitely about any topic, actively listening all the while. You won’t just get a bunch of filler words and noncommittal noises from this man, no sir; he asks questions, makes comments, adds on to what you say…

He will literally have whole ass conversations with you about the most random and-or mundane things that last for hours—like there are nights where y’all have legit talked until sunup and honestly would’ve kept going if your bodies allowed for it.

And if chatting the night away with your lover isn’t one of the best feelings in the world idk wft is.

And your rambling never bothers him, btw. Like never ever. It doesn’t matter what it is you’ve hyper-fixated on, he genuinely enjoys listening to you talk about literally anything and everything at any and all times.

↠ But there’s more to the process of finding one’s voice than just having those closest to you listening. There’s a whole wide world out there and Tadashi is gonna make sure that everyone in it hears what you have to say.

That said he absolutely will not stand for someone speaking over you. That shit pisses him off so bad because:

1. The audacity.

And 2. How dare you disregard his lovely partner like that??

Will legit be ready to throw hands, but that poise that I talked about before (as well as the fact that baby boy knows he’s not much of a fighter lol) will see him instead interrupting the offender with just as little regard as they’d shown you.

He can do nasty-nice real well, so he’ll make a comment about how they clearly must not have heard you speaking because they’d never be so rude as to speak over you otherwise, right?

He’ll give them a pointed look then as he waits for an apology—which if the person has any sense of decorum about themselves they’ll definitely give whether they actually want to or not—before turning his attention back to you with one of those heart-stopping smiles as he encourages you to continue.

↠ Things follow along the same line if someone tries to take credit for your idea/joke/etc.

Dude’s spent way too much time around Tsukishima because his response is almost identical to the blond’s, sass and all lmao.

He knows he should probably be more worried about potentially getting his ass beat, but this level of disrespect warrants him coming a bit more out of pocket, he thinks.

Luckily most people aren’t willing to risk jail time for bring fists to an argument, so he’s not been laid out yet, but if looks could kill he’d be donion rings lmao.

Or maybe not given the fact that he’s survived Daichi’s patented Look™, as well as glares from the likes of Kageyama and Tsukki.

↠ But back to you.

↠ If you’re more on the meek and mild side and have a hard time speaking up in front of others, he’ll still (gently) encourage you to try more often than not.

He knows how scary that can be tho, so he won’t push you too hard, but he also wants you to be at your best.

Even though talking to large groups (or small ones or even individuals) can be low-key terrifying, it’s something that you have to get used to to a certain degree, yanno?

But don’t worry because this precious boy will legit hold your hand through the whole thing if you want/need him to.

He does not care what people think, couldn’t care less about anything they have to say about it (which had better not be much unless they want to get verbally eviscerated because as I’ve established, I picture him as the type to get feral af when it comes to his s/o lmao).

However, if you’re ever in a headspace where you just cannot do the thing for whatever reason he’s more than willing to step up and speak for you. Definitely the type to order for you at a restaurant, talk to the customer service people, etc. Stuff like that has never really bothered him much, so it’s all good. But that’s only tangentially related, so let’s move on.

↠ Whenever you actually do push past yourself to say your piece he goes full-on heart eyes, like… He knows how far you’ve come/how much effort you’ve put into things and his heart is just so full it feels like its gonna burst–

“I knew you could do it, love! I’m so very proud of you, you did so good!!”

↠ I don’t see him as being super big on extreme levels of PDA, but you’re definitely gonna get the breath smooched out of you so long as it’s even remotely feasible/appropriate for him to do so. He’s just so full up on his affections for you in that moment and it’s all gotta go somewhere, ya know?

↠ And Tadashi’s affections—his love, for you and you alone—runs so much deeper than either of you will ever truly know if only because he’s yet to find its end.

Tobio Kageyama will always make sure that you feel confident. || WC: 2.7k~

↠ Kags is, as we all well know, a man of few words when it comes to most things.

If it’s something that’s actually able to capture his interest in full, however, he can and will go on about it for hours, deconstructing it down to its most minuscule parts and analyzing the hell out of it until he understands it in its entirety.

For nearly the whole of his life volleyball held the honor of being that which he was most passionate about, but then you happened to him.

And that’s how he describes it, btw. You happened to him—in the best, most beautiful way possible.

↠ Before you came along he wasn’t really one for romantic entanglements. But despite what some may think it was never a matter of him not wanting a relationship, quite the opposite actually.

His brusque mannerisms and intimidating appearance has always belied the soft heart that he keeps tucked well away from the outside world.

Only those closest to him have ever had the distinct pleasure and honor of seeing the well of love and care that he harbors, and even they don’t know its depths in full.

The few attempts at relationships he had prior to meeting you always ended in what he perceived to be a rather abrupt manner, but to his partners was a long time coming.

The common reason cited for their leaving was his continued emotional distance or his hectic schedule which often created led to a literal distancing—tho in most cases it was usually both.

↠ Now the former he could understand and even agree with. Even now he knows that he’s not the most… conventional partner, all things considered.

His bluntness can be overly abrasive at times—hell, communicating in general is a thing that he continues to struggle with to this day.

He still has problems with getting what’s in his head to come out of his mouth in a way that not only makes sense to other people, but doesn’t upset them in one way or another.

And discussing feelings, be them his own or those of others, always trips him up. He’s able to empathize, but knowing when and how to show his concern is something he’s yet to get a good grasp on.

His efforts are usually rather clumsy thanks to his stilted delivery. Most times he just defaults to an awkward back pat and a few generic words, a combination that leaves most recipients with the impression that he doesn’t actually care, but rather is just going through the motions.

↠ But he does care—so, so much—he just doesn’t know how to express it.

He’s so emotionally repressed, tho tbh I don’t really know why that is. Like… is there a canonical reason that comes up later in the series? Or is that just the way he’s wired?

Either way, he takes steps over the years to become a better communicator, and he had honestly thought that he was getting better at things, but three failed relationships say otherwise.

It really gets next to him because he’d been actually trying so damn hard to make things work. He wanted to be good to them, but it’s p. difficult to hold a relationship together when you don’t really know who you yourself are.

He was still so young then, still growing into and learning himself—a process that’s messy for even the most well-adjusted among us, never mind someone as stunted as Kageyama.

So yeah, he can totally understand the whole ‘cold and distant’ thing, because he knows that he came off that way more often than not, and it wasn’t always due to miscommunication.

He also knows that he can be an outright bastard when he wants to (and even when he doesn’t) so, yeah—fair enough.

↠ But as far as his schedule/work ethic’s concerned—well, he’d been v. clear about his personal hierarchy from the start of things, making sure that his partner always knew where they stood in relation to his goals and drive.

A calculated, and somewhat cold move, but no one could ever say that they went into things blind.

But just because he said it doesn’t mean that it was the move, yanno? Like you can’t just tell someone in so many words that they’ll never be at the top of your list of priorities and have it be okay.

Still, he did it and they went for it anyway, so…

But knowing something in theory and living it in practice are two different beasts, so it was really only ever a matter of time before things went south.

↠ In the end they were both at fault in a way; them for thinking that they could change Tobio and-or expecting him to be something he was not, and him for not being able to balance the professional with the personal.

What’s worse is that even after being made aware of this particular shortcoming he wasn’t entirely sure if he could, or if he even wanted to rectify his behavior.

After all, volleyball’s his first love, his dream, his passion, the sum total of his aspirations… His ultimate finish line has always been his being the greatest setter the game has ever seen and there’s little he won’t do or sacrifice to bring about that end.

↠ But despite the harshest of his feelings, he would’ve been lying if he said that each failed attempt didn’t chip away at him.

Tobio Kageyama has always been a man that does not suffer failure gracefully.

Had he been even just a year younger at the time of his last break-up he would have unloaded on them in a most explosive fashion—he certainly had the previous two times, and to call those break-ups messy or even volatile would be an extreme practice in understatement—but what little social grace he had managed to accumulate in the interim saw him internalizing everything instead.

For a good bit after that he gets pretty down on himself, so much so that he resigns himself to eternal bachelorhood. It’s not like he’ll ever be able to give a partner what they’ll want and certainly not what they’ll deserve or need anyway, so really his staying single is the fairest solution to all parties involved, or not involved as the case would be.

He carries on like this for the better part of a year, throwing himself into volleyball with even more vigor than before, working himself to the point of exhaustion day after day so that he won’t have time to think about all of his many emotional/romantic shortcomings.

Naturally it works after a fashion—his routine is lethal and oftentimes leaves him too wrecked to do much more than the bare necessities once he crawls home—but it’s little more than a holding pattern. He’s stuck dead center in his misery and he doesn’t have the first clue as to how to dig himself out.

↠ It isn’t until he has a talk with Ennoshita of all people that he starts to get into a better headspace.

His former captain just happens to run into Kags several years after the setter graduates and he instantly notices that something is off about the guy.

For as long as he’s known him there’s been v. little that can legitimately upset Kageyama that isn’t volleyball (or Hinata) related, and as far as he knows he was doing more than well in that department (with volleyball that is, tho his friendship with the hyperactive hitter is as strong as ever). That means that whatever it is that’s eating away at him has to be big.

It really bothers him, seeing the usually unflappable setter so out of sorts, so he does what any good friend would do and invites him to lunch.

He honestly isn’t actually expecting to get much of anything out of the younger man when he asks him what’s up, but…

The phrase ‘word vomit’ comes to mind.

Kags absolutely spews all of his worries and doubts onto Ennoshita, and to this day he cannot say what possessed him to do so. He hasn’t even told Hinata the full story and that dweeb’s not only his best friend, but nosy as all hell.

He had resolved to keep all of this to himself, and yet here he is, eyes stinging with barely contained tears as he tells the whole of his romantic life’s story to a guy that he hasn’t talked to in over five years.

The reply that he gets is surprisingly succinct when compared to the deluge he had released, and it hits him in a way that he isn’t expecting.

“It seems as if you need a perspective shift. None of this is… ideal but constantly focusing on everything you did wrong won’t get you anywhere. All you can really do now is learn from your mistakes. Take this as an opportunity to grow into the type of partner—the type of person—that you want to be and go from there.”

((Ugh, we love a king who’s not only good with his words, but also has common sense!!))

Ennoshita’s advice isn’t groundbreaking by any means, but Tobio finds a distinct sort of beauty amongst the simplicity. What’s more it’s a concept that he’s already familiar with, tho he hadn’t thought to apply it outside of the court.

After all, a failure is only a failure in truth if you refuse to learn from it.

↠ So while all of those failed relationships may have taken their toll, they do help to make him into a better man in the long run—one that is ready, willing, and able to love you (and be loved) the way you both need and deserve.

↠ With you he’s found a happy medium, tho to those outside of your relationship it probably still looks skewed, but that’s only because it is.

You’re the first and only person he’s ever been willing to put before volleyball, but in turn you’re very careful to never take advantage of your privileged position. You understand and respect his drive, and that goes a long way in helping to facilitate your relationship’s success.

You give him leave to invest as much time as he needs into honing his craft, but the reason you feel comfortable in doing so is because you know that he’s determined to make you a priority.

Your date nights may not be as frequent as you’d like, but that’s because he’s always careful to plan them for days when he knows he can give you his undivided attention—and to date he’s yet to cancel a single one.

↠ But what your relationship lacks in quality time is more than made up for in a myriad of other ways, both little and big.

Kags has taken the time to learn you completely—from your favorite meal, to what songs never fail to get you to dancing, to the distinct way your sleep-laden body curls around him at night.

He takes all of this acquired knowledge and uses it to make your life as convenient as possible while he’s away.

You never run out of anything, ever. It just does not happen. Your groceries? Delivered just as you’re thinking about making a store run. Your car? Always gassed up.

Your Spotify and Steam accounts always stay topped up, you’ve got a grip of gift cards to your favorite spots, and you may or may not have a body pillow that he’s infused with his signature scent.

((Just imagine this precious bby spooning the fuck outta said pillow over the course of a week for, and I quote, “maximum scent infusion”, like akdjawnhfa… Boy. Stop being so damn cute, please.))

If he can do it for you he absolutely will. Several people have told him this makes him, at the very least, simp-adjacent, but–

↠ It is not humanly possible for him to give less of a fuck about what anyone has to say about your relationship lmao…

↠ Meaning as much as you do to him, he just doesn’t understand how you cannot always perceive just how amazing you truly are, like???

Have you met yourself?

You’re just so… you. That’s really the highest compliment he can give because as far as he’s concerned you’re everything.

He wouldn’t be nearly so taken with you if you were anything less than the beautiful, brilliant, wonderful, kind, patient, and loving person that you are.

He may not always know why you’re feeling a certain way, but he certainly senses the change. He’s very sensitive to your moods, and over time he gets better at not only reading them but responding accordingly.

…sadly this doesn’t really transfer to those outside of his core group, so yanno, RIP to like 99.99% of the human population lmao.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s always polite enough, but he’s still prone to miscommunications that often lead to misconceptions of him as a person. Outsiders still think him cold and single minded to the point of obsession, but he hasn’t been that type of person in years.

But I’m getting off track (as usual), so let’s refocus.

↠ If your confidence ever takes a hit for whatever reason expect him to rectify that ish in short order.

Looping back around back to what I said at the very start, Kags is prone to reticence when it comes to most things. The two biggest exceptions to this are you and volleyball, in that order.

Ngl, he kinda really does go full simp when he gets to talking about you to his friends/family. You know that low-key crackhead energy that he’d get when he and Hinata used to strategize together way back when? Yeah, it’s kinda like that, but he’s talking about how much he adores you instead of plays and shit.

He won’t even realize how animated he’s becoming, too focused on telling an anecdote about one of your recent endeavors. And it’s so weird for them to see him so jazzed, but it’s also really sweet and endearing and so very wholesome to witness.

But gods help them all if anyone dares to comment on it, be it teasing or not. He’s either gonna go nuclear or clam up, there is no in between.

“They really are amazing, the best thing that’s ever happened to me, really. I don’t know what I’d do without them and I hope I never have to find out.”

*Cue a chorus of aww’s that kinda makes him want to forcibly eject his soul from his body*

But despite his best efforts he’s never been able to achieve that so he settles for disassociating instead lmfao.

Has definitely threatened—and then promptly tried to—throat punch Tanaka when he was getting at him for mooning over you. The only thing that saved the former ace was Daichi’s swole ass and his quick reaction time.

Meanwhile the ex-captain is low-key regretting this little reunion, and given that this is the sixth fight he’s stopped between half as many people in less than an hour who can blame him?

And then, just when things have finally calmed some Suga says “That escalated quickly” and now everybody’s trying to keep Dai from strangling the man that is supposed to be his best friend lmao…

↠ But again, I digress.

↠ As happy as he is to sing your praises he’s not one to release a deluge of words when it comes to heavier matters like this. Rather he speaks frankly and with that absolute conviction that he has about himself.

He always sounds so damned assured as he reminds you of who you are simply because, as far as he’s concerned, he’s just spitting facts.

The words are delivered with such confidence that you’ll be hard pressed to argue with him, but if you’re insistent on being down on yourself then honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.

The intensity that he usually reserves for those on the opposite side of the net is turned on you, albeit it in the most loving way possible.

He will not rest until you’re full up on self-confidence and all the assurance that your frame can contain.

↠ Kageyama’s love is the reassurance of a calloused palm pressed flush against your own, one that you know will never fall away no matter what.

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Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 7:

Fast!

Bar Playlist: Youtube, Spotify

Fishing In the Dark

“Okay Logan, we are going to be on Peanut together. Sound good?” Leo held a kiss dazed Logan’s face in his hands as they spent the last hour convincing Logan to go on the trail ride with them. Kissing him until he couldn’t focus on his fear was seeming to work the best. Finn got in on it too before he had gotten on his own horse, along with most of the team. Celeste and Dumo decided to stay behind and help Judy clean up.

Leading a still dazed Logan over to Peanut he helps him up, Leo following soon after. Hands under Logan's arms holding the reins. Lo was leaning back into Leo’s chest and only noticed they were on a living vehicle when said vehicle started moving to join the others.

Leo rubbed a soothing hand over his side to let him know he was okay. Finn and Clay trotted over to Leo and Logan with a smile on their faces. There was a brown Burmese cat that was lazily stretched across Leroy’s rear behind Clay.

“It’s about time! From what I’ve heard Logan is pretty good at riding, should transfer over to equine.” Clay winks and Logan smacks Leo’s arm as he tries to hide his laugh. “Just know that Leo tells me everything… even stuff I don’t want to know. But I do the same with him.” Clay shrugs and turns around going over to Thomas, Noelle and Reg, the cat just fully relaxed as Leroy bumped it around.

“How long have you had him?” Thomas vaguely gestures to Clay and his posse.

“About 4 years, found him in the woods eating a rabbit.” Clay smiles at him as they ride side by side down the trail Leo and Logan were leading. Jerry, a little song bird that loves to ride with Leo anytime he goes down the trail perching himself on the rim of Leo’s hat.

“Wha- I thought horses were herbivores!” Clay looks up at a confused Thomas and raises an eyebrow, then it clicks.

“Oooohhhh, you think Leroy is a HE! Nope, she’s a mare! Had her since I was 9 years old. Tina is a man though, fathers all the kitties around the farm.” Smiling his million dollar smile at him. “I also have a sand boa named William-”

“Snakespear?” Clay blinks a few times and laughs nodding.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Maybe to some of us who… maybe still browse Tumblr on occasion.” Thomas winks at him causing Clay's face to heat up, swallowing the happy feelings that he knows he can’t have. He smiles back and trots ahead to be next to Logan and Leo.

Logan was gripping Leo’s wrist the entire trail ride, Finn was so distracted at one point Kuny let go of a tree branch and it smacked him across the face because he didn’t listen when he was told to duck.

It was a nice relaxing ride through the countryside, nothing fancy, just an easy going adventure. Everyone made it back to the pasture in one piece, thank god, everyone was hopping off and unsaddling the horses.

Leo got off Peanut first just for a moment, in that moment he watched Logan completely freak out when Peanut took three steps to the left to graze. Hiding his smiling by sucking his lips in between his teeth, walking over to Lo he helped him off of the horse. Logan was clinging to Leo like a koala, and tight enough it was hard for Leo to breath.

“You okay?” Leo put a hand under Logan’s booty to support him and ran his other hand through his soft curls. Hoping he felt safe now.

“I am now.” Logan looks up at him and smiles before lightly nipping at his jaw. Leo laughs a little and nods a thank you to Reg who is un saddling Peanut. Leading everyone inside to relax until they go out later tonight. Walking into the entrance hall and kicking off his boots all while holding Logan still.

“I thought these were school pictures!” Jackson, or Nado as the team calls him, points to the bunches of framed photos of Leo. “Are these… mugshots!?” He laughs in disbelief. The rest of the team starts to examine the pictures more closely. Some pictures had Leo with bruises or blood, some had him smiling with a middle finger up or peace signs, others had him looking annoyed. His younger one from when he was like 12 -13 years old were of him looking scared or crying.

“Yeah, they are all my mugshots from when I was, I think, 12 to this year. The Sheriff doesn't like us at all, arrests Clay and I for random reasons and even if, like when we were younger we would call the cops because someone vandalized the gate to the ranch and tried to break in. I got arrested for a false call. I was 14 I think. The cops are definitely not afraid to use force with us either… I hope he fucking leaves us alone while y’all are down visiting.” Leo is looking at his first mugshot ever of him sobbing at 12 years old. The week of his birthday, someone threw a rock through a window at a shop and blamed him.

“Is this your sister?” Timmy points to a mugshot of Eloise from last year and Reg bursts out laughing, Clay snorts and Leo looks confused.

“That’s my mom…”

Hours later, the drunk trio had already left for the bar to get a table and to talk to some of their friends they haven’t seen since the beginning of summer. The team was in their little ranch hand house getting ready, the speakers in the house all blaring Fast! By Sueco the Child because they know… they know there will be nothing but yeehaw music to assault and molest their ears tonight.

Thomas was pulling his grey shirt over his head, smoothing the fabric down as Noelle chills in her sweatpants and his t-shirt. People who didn’t want to go out are going over to Clay’s house to learn a bunch of mixed drink recipes and to talk shit. It was mostly the girls who didn’t feel comfortable getting harassed by middle aged men with beer guts, Dumo and Celeste who have become close friends with Judy overnight, and people who didn’t like going out in general. Like Olli, Adam, Timmy, and Sergei.

“We should talk to him.” Thomas sits down next to her and wraps an arm around her shoulders, kissing her forehead. Looking at the ceiling all he can think about is how easy they got along with Clay. How his smile and Noelle together made his heart speed up. When they both turned to look at him earlier he thought he was going to have a heart attack.

“I think you need to talk to him first, this is something new for you. To like a man. I- I’m not going to lie the thought of Clay and you separately give me the same feelings, but you two together. It makes me feel the happiest I’ve ever felt. Do you maybe want to talk to Lo or Finn before we talk to Clay? To make sure this isn’t just us… I don’t know, using Clay in a way we don’t mean to?”

“Yeah, I think that's a good idea. But when can we get them away from Leo long enough to talk to them?” Looking at his watch and hearing all the thumping down the stairs he gives her one last kiss before standing up and stretching.

“You could try to corner one of them tonight?” She smiles at him and winks at him as he shakes his head. “Have a good time tonight, Babe.”

“You too.” He heads out the bedroom down and down the stairs. He was riding with James and Coops to the Bar but maybe he would try to switch and ride with Finn and Logan.

“Red-ay!” James slings his arm around his shoulders and ruffles his hair. He thinks for a moment, then sees Finn swinging the keys to his rental car on his finger as Logan is on the ground struggling to yank his boots on. He was wearing heavy combat boots to dance around at a ‘Honkey-Tonk’ as Leo calls it. Seems like a bad idea.

“Actually I think I’m gonna tag along with Finn and Logan.” He smiles at James who shrugs and slaps his back before running off. Walking over to Finn, he looks down at Logan and gives Finn an ‘is he serious?’ look.

“He doesn’t want to be called short by all the hot cowboys and these are the tallest shoes he owns.” Sighing he looks back at Logan who is laying flat on the ground out of breath from fighting with his shoes. Reaching out he helps him up. “What’s up?”

“I’m gonna ride with you if that's fine.”

“Sounds good, let's go.” Finn skips to the car while Thomas and Logan walk side by side. Getting in the car, Thomas was squished into the backseat. As soon as the doors close he is asking questions.

“How did you guys know?”

“Know what?” Logan looks back at him as Finn starts the car. Thomas looks out his window watching the other cars pull out and start driving towards the gate.

“Know that three was the perfect number for you…” He looks back at them and sees them share a look for a moment, having a silent conversation before Logan climbs into the back with Thomas.

“It took us a long time to figure out, but we knew that Leo was for us because we could barely function as a couple without him. Like we could do it but, it just wouldn’t be the same. There was always something missing after we both started getting feelings for him.” Logan sighs a little. “It's hard to explain but it was like there was always a perfect Leo sized gap wherever we went. Once we both realized we wanted him, and he wanted us… it was a no brainer to ask him to be with us.”

“It’s definitely a feeling of loss when they leave and it's just you two together. So maybe it will cement your feelings when you get away from that person for a while. If they are the main topic of conversation when it's just you and Noelle… maybe three is the perfect number for you as well.” Finn smiles at him as he drives past the gate and follows the google map to the bar.

“What if we have already had time without them and.. We- I don’t know, we want to talk to them but I’m scared because.” He gulps and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans. “Because I’ve never felt this way towards a guy before.” Finn blinks a couple of times and Logan nods, making a noise of understanding.

“ It’s a scary feeling at first, I freaked out for a long time until I finally met Finn. Then I freaked out even more and actually tried to leave the Frat. Then I finally let myself fall and I fell fast and in the stupidest way.” He laughs a little remembering when he realized he was in love with Finn. “Basically Finn had this mini basketball hoop in our dorm room the first year we had to share a room. Second semester I finally gave in to my desire for him. We had sex, honestly it was terrible because neither of us had any fucking clue what we were doing. But after, this bitch!” He starts laughing as Finn starts getting red on the tips of his ears from embarrassment. “He got up after like two minutes of cuddling because he had so much energy and started playing basketball! I was curled up in my duvet watching him with a sore ass, and a stupid smile… That's when I knew he was for me.” Smiling at Finn, just absolutely in love he turns to look at Thomas who is still laughing a little.

“I think I realized I liked… This person after they sent me a video of them playing a harmonica really annoyingly and another person in the car threw it out the window and he pulled another one out of his pocket.” Snickering, he smiles at them. “Thanks for not freaking out on me, Noelle told me to talk to you guys because she also really really likes Clay.” He realizes he just said the name he was trying to avoid and looks at them a little worried.

“It was pretty obvious how she was flirting with him all afternoon, and you just kind of watched and looked like a little puppy following them around.” Logan moves out of the way as Thomas tries to smack his arm and puts his hands up in surrender. “Sorry! Sorry! I meant like the big strong manly man you are.” Laughing, Finn pulls into a parking spot in front of the bar and shuts the car off.

Walking into the bar the smell of sweat and beer washed over them, making them scowl for a moment. They spot Reg talking to a blonde girl with a red cowgirl hat on. Leo and Clay are already hustling a game of pool with some people who look about the same age as them. The team made their way to the tab Reg was at and got comfortable. Ordering drinks and listening to music. Leo and Clay stopped by after losing $100 on the pool game. Chatting for a few moments when suddenly a sound like bagpipes came over the speakers.

Thomas watched as Clay's face completely lit up, dragging Leo out onto the dance floor. Everyone got into orderly lines and started stepping and dancing to the song all the same. It was mesmerizing. Thomas would be lying if he said he didn’t watch Clay completely lose himself in the music and didn’t have to take a drink to cure his cottonmouth. Especially when those goldish lights would land on them.

Making them even brighter than before, the lights giving Clay’s skin a bronze glow. When Clay pulled his tank top out of the waistband of his jeans, he choked on his beer. Patting his back Finn was chuckling as he watched Leo dance.

He moved so easily, like it was second nature, the dance didn’t look hard but Finn was known to have two left feet off the ice. The lights were amazing, making Leo’s hair poking out from under his hat look like gold leaf.

He was beautiful.

It was obvious that Leo and Clay were platonic soulmates, they mirrored every move perfectly. They had fun and acted like they were the only ones on the floor and whipping their heads back and forth to the beat of the music made Clay kick Leo by accident and he would just laugh.

Once the song was over Logan, Leo, Sirius, Thomas and Clay all went to smoke outside. Sirius and Thomas were out there to get some fresh air while Logan and Leo traded a cig back and forth. Clay puffed on his own and closed his eyes looking up to the sky. Hearing Footloose come on over the speakers Logan and Leo rushed inside because that was one song Logan actually knew how to dance to.

Leo joined him on the floor and would laugh but catch him anytime he would stumble with his boots. He would end up spinning Logan back into place and singing off key from behind him.

Reg was watching his friends as he spoke with Kuny about the wildly different styles of boots and hats people were wearing when a panicked looking Clayton came up to him. Grabbing his arm and walking towards the one dark lit corner of the bar and kicking a couple who was making out, out of the corner. He turns to Reg. Watching someone behind Reg walk towards the door and leave.

“You alright?”

“Thomas just kissed me…” Looking at him with wide eyes looking so lost, Reg grabs his arm to make sure he doesn’t bolt. “He kissed me and he has a girlfriend Reg! I- I’m not a homewrecker I swear!”

“Whoa whoa, hey Clay. Look at me.” Clay makes eye contact with him and starts to relax. “Thomas isn’t the type of person to just kiss someone out of nowhere, and I bet he is going to tell Noelle right away. It’s okay.”

“But Reg, I really like them… like in the way Leo likes both Logan AND Finn. I don’t want to lose them. I just figured it out the other night. I was never going to act on it because, its pretty fucking rare, but now Thomas did and- and what do I do!”

“How about we go and sit down for a couple of songs? Maybe dancing might help you out because it always seems to relax you. Okay?” Clay nods and follows Reg back to the table, after a few fidgeting moments he goes to the bar and orders a couple of shots and takes them all in a matter of seconds. Taking a deep breath he starts to relax. He feels a familiar hand run from his shoulder to his hip.

Ashley.

“Long time no see, huh.” She smiles a sly smile at him and leans her back on the bar. She was wearing a low spaghetti strap tank top and painted on blue jeans with red boots that look like Clay’s. He swallows a little. She did look good, and he was getting to be just drunk enough to be horny.

“What do you want?” She catches him looking at her boobs and smirks; he flushes red and turns around to also lean his back on the bar, looking out to the dance floor where some of the team has joined Leo in dancing to Hillbilly Bone by Trace Adkins. He looked at the table and noticed Reg staring directly at him.

“I just wanted to say hi, looks like you’ve really been taking care of yourself.” She feels his arm that he unintentionally flexes and she squeezes his muscle. He looks at Reg one last time, making his decision, he looks back at her and nods towards the door.

He leaves with her.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Reg watches him leave. Absolutely shocked. He gets up from the table and walks onto the floor, walking over to Leo he taps his shoulder. Leaning down so Reg can talk into his ear, Reg tells Leo exactly what happened.

Looking up and around the bar he can’t spot Clay anywhere, he excuses himself from the group and walks outside with Reg. Seeing Clay’s truck is still there they walk over to it and knock on the window before looking in. Empty. They left.

“Fuck. I’m texting Judy.” Leo does exactly that.

Leo, having taken a few drinks to calm down, lets himself relax. He was at a bar with his friends and boyfriends, he could have a little bit of fun. They all decided they were leaving in an hour anyway.

So when Fishing in the dark by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band starts he grabs Finn and pulls him close swaying to the beat of the music as he mumbles the words into his neck, still stressing about Clay leaving like that. Holding Finn as close to him as he could he let himself just forget about anything but the man in direct contact with his body.

Once the song had finished he stood there still holding Finn for an extra couple of moments, letting Finn kiss the top of his head, his hat being on Logan’s head who was sitting at the table because his feet hurt. They eventually pull apart and start back towards the table.

“Oh fucking Christ!” Leo sighs as he notices who has taken his chair at the table. Ashley’s brother and the Sheriff’s son. David. He walks over and stands next to the chair. “What the hell are you doing over here?”

“I’m socializing with some new people, you didn’t bring them. Why would they want anything to do with you?” He laughs and his lackeys on the other side of the chair also laugh and slap his shoulder.

“Actually they did come here with me.” He crosses his arms and the rest of the team is looking a little uncomfortable and confused. “So if you and your shithead friends would oh so kindly leave. I would appreciate it.” Narrowing his eyes David stands up in a way that is sizing Leo up. Leo raises an unimpressed brow because David is a good five inches shorter than him and a scrawny man.

“Do they know you’re a fucking faggot? That you’re a cockslut? A fairy?”

“Why do you think we are here?” James pipes up and the three idiots across the table look at him in shock.

“You’re a whore, I could never!” David looking back at Leo and jabbing a finger in his chest. Looking David up and down slowly with a cringed face he nods.

“Yeah, you couldn’t. Now, I believe I asked y'all to leave.” Leo points with his thumb behind him.

“You’re dad would be so proud.” Leo grabs him by the collar of his shirt and aggressively pulls him closer to him with a look of pure fury on his face.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“I said. you’re disgusting dad-” Leo is pulled away from David by Sirius.

“At least my dad wasn’t a murder!”

“AT LEAST MY DAD DIDN’T KILL HIMSELF!” Leo stops fighting against Sirius’ grip and calmly gets away from him, storming out the doors, kicking them open and walking towards his truck. Kicking rocks up and trying his best to hold himself together. Getting into his truck he slams the door and grips the steering wheel, pressing his forehead against the hot plastic and squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he can.

Minutes later Finn and Logan crawl into the truck in silence. Leo goes to apologize but they hush him and just give him understanding smiles and both of them cup one of his cheeks. He was so close to crying but he just couldn’t. Not in front of them, the people who are supposed to see him at his best.

Once they get home everyone goes to their rooms and Leo walks down behind the barn to the pond.

He spends the night by himself under his dad’s tree.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #james potter #thomas walker #Clayton Bruss #o'knutzy #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast

[denkilightning]

the wip yall asked for im ready for some self validation

important thing to pay in mind: hanta uses they/them pronouns!! and they’re half portuguese from their mother’s side

tw/cw, tags: (lots of) swearing, guns/gunshots, q slur, slight misgendering, unloving biological parents, lgbtq themes

summary: Hanta gets kicked out. Aizawa finds them. Shit happens.

pls give constructive criticism/some validation

Hanta woke up on a couch feeling like absolute shit. Their arms and fucking elbows were raw as fuck. Felt as if they were gonna fall off. 

Wouldn’t be that bad. 

They haven’t felt this bad even after the Sports Festival.

Probably because I haven’t used them much there lmao, they chuckled to themselves. Why did I fall asleep on a couch, anyway? 

Then Hanta remembered what happened last night.

Right. 

They came out to their mother. Which turned into coming out to their parents. Fuck. Because, yeah, that was smart. After their dad said he'd fucking shoot them if they turned out to be a fucking queer back in middle school. 

Right after the Sports Festival, Hanta decided it was a good idea to come out as genderqueer to their mother. 

Mamãe didn’t react so badly. 

A simple ‘You’ll always be my baby boy, querido’. 

Which were not the words they wanted to hear. 

Did it hurt? Yeah. Obviously. It was their mamãe, who was supposed to not only accept, but also support them all their life. 

And then she just… didn’t.  

She still loved them though! And wasn’t that enough? It didn’t feel like enough. It should though, shouldn’t it?

Hanta’s mother was an incredible woman. Smiling through hell, comforting them when they needed, taught them portuguese and everything they knew, really. Quirkless, in the world where only the quirk mattered. She was strong, funny, brave and beautiful. That’s what she was like, wasn’t it?

Hanta wasn’t at their house. They were at Aizawa and Mic’s. Fuck, I didn’t even know they were together. 

You couldn’t blame them, though. They didn’t pay attention to their teachers’ personal lives and these two were very different from each other. Didn’t seem to spend time together more than necessary. 

So Hanta was surprised when Aizawa warned them that Mic was there, too. They put two and two on their own.

Then the sweet smell hit Hanta. Rice, cinnamon and… vanilla?

Home.

It smelled like home. 

Tears pricked at their eyes. Fuck.

Baby steps, anjinho. They heard their mamãe's voice inside their head. 

They took a deep breath and slowly moved one arm. Hurt like hell but was livable. They gripped the blanket in one hand and slowly lifted. Then they moved their legs to test the waters. Their legs seemed fine. Or better than arms, rather. They put their legs on the ground, loosened the grip on the blanket and let it fall. 

It still wasn’t worse than father’s reaction.

Hanta couldn’t remember any actual words but what they did remember was shouting and gunshots and ‘get out of my house’s and fear. They remember feeling absolutely terrified. 

Hanta has never been so scared in their entire life. And they’ve been attacked by tens of villains and frozen by Todoroki, while being watched by the whole nation (if not multiple nations, fucking God).

Long story short, they were kicked out and they’d be homeless and starve to death if Aizawa hadn’t found them on his night patrol.

Hanta looked around and spotted a tall, slim figure in what seemed to be the kitchen. 

Just when the figure turned to them and smiled the extravagant smile, Hanta recognized Present Mic. 

‘I’m making rice pudding.’ Mic smiled. ‘It’s vegan.’ He added brightly.

Hana blinked in surprise.

‘Come on, sit with me.’ Mic invited the with a vague hand gesture. 

Hanta complied.

Mic smiled, pushing the plate towards them. ‘Try some.’

They took the fork. ‘Sure.’

They tasted the meal.

It was… not bad. They weren’t sure if it was good, but it surely wasn’t bad.

But most importantly, it didn’t taste like home. It was a bit sweeter, less vanilla than mamãe used to add. 

But Hanta liked it.

‘Do you like it?’ Mic looked at them with glowing eyes.

Hanta smiled. ‘Yeah.’ 

They looked down at their plate with soft eyes and looked back at Mic. ‘Thanks, Mic!’

Mic looked at them with a weird look in his eyes. Hanta decided he liked it. 

‘Call me Yamada, if you’d like.’

Hanta swallowed the rice and smiled again. ‘Sure.’

Hanta studied Mi- Yamada’s face, while munching on their food. They didn’t even realize how much they needed food until now. 

The guy would be considered really attractive if it weren’t for this fucking mustache, but Hanta had a mullet so they didn’t really have a room to judge. His colors were basically the opposite to Hanta’s. His rich brown skin contrasted nicely with the gold of his hair. He had a pointy nose and small mouth, which was surprising with his quirk in mind. His eyes were the most striking green Hanta has ever seen. And… was this red in his irises?

‘Um… excuse me, but what color are your eyes?’ Hanta asked slowly.

Yamada chuckled.

‘I have partial heterochromia.’ he said. ‘Most of my eyes are green and then there's bam! Red.’ Yamada gestured excitedly.

[the blank, but know toshi toshi comes in]

Don’t fucking assume pronouns, Hanta, they told themselves. A scratchier, brighter voice filled their mind, A hypocrite ain't something you wanna be, fofinho. Hypocrites end in sad places.

Yeah, I’m surely in a sad fucking place. 

‘You’re the guy from the hero course who got wrecked?’ Eyebags eyed Hanta, unimpressed, as they flinched.

That stung.

‘Not a guy.’ Hanta murmured, grimacing.

Eyebags raised their eyebrows and said, ‘Sorry. You’re the kid who got wrecked with that ice overkill?’

A sentence like that shouldn’t lift their spirits but Hanta was a human of low standards.

Hanta chuckled nervously. 

‘Yeah.’ They smiled sheepishly, scratching their neck. ‘And you’re the kid who declared the war on us?’ They raised their eyebrows, grimace turning into a soft smirk.

Just because they got almost killed by their own father doesn’t mean they’re not the piece of shit they’ve always been.

Yamada laughed.

#hanta sero #hizashi yamada #hitoshi shinsou #*mine: wip #have it!!! #hanta's mom is really really cool just.. like shes gonna be better but thatll be in the future #👉🏻👈🏻....

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Ashley Denner, Everyone

(Technically this is the first half of the next Bad Things Happen Bingo - Forced to Watch - but the actual Forced to Watch part didn’t make it into this one. Sooooo consider this a kind of prequel for that?)

CW: Ashley Denner is fucking feral. TW: Choking, violence, beating, blood

Tagging my peope: @special-spicy-chicken, @spiffythespook, @bleeding-demon-teeth, @finder-of-rings - and @muffinworry because the next two Ashley bits are 100% for you!

Ashley Denner opened her eyes for the first time in five and a half years to find they were absolutely fucking full of dirt.

She hissed out the last whispers of her final breath, caught in her throat all this time, and shook her head wildly to try and dislodge the soil, brought hands up to her face only to find they were covered in dirt, too, smeared with dried blood from long, long ago.

The dirt in her eyes, on her face, ground into the knuckles of her hands, had been loose, perhaps, once. Now it was packed down by weather and the feet of the animals that had stepped over her all unknowing while Ashley had waited for her debt to be paid. Her bones ached, underneath what passed for skin, stone-cold and deep white in the shallow grave in the woods, still wearing the black shirt she had died in, torn to shreds along the front where her brother’s boyfriend had stabbed her to death, faded to soft charcoal by time.

“Fuck,” She said, or tried to - her voice was a hoarse nothing-sound, her throat felt scratched from the inside out. Lungs that had lain dormant struggled to take in air again, inflating within her only with conscious effort. Her heart beat sluggishly, off-kilter, missing beats that paused too long and left her gasping, ice-blue eyes wide.

Her hands moved, well enough, and when her heart and lungs finally began to cooperate Ashley simply pushed the dirt off of herself, felt it shift to the side. She sat up, staring around, her legs out straight in front of her in a slight depression in the earth, her head right up against her favorite oak tree.

There were no coins on her eyes - her payment back had been accepted. You are not done, child. Go home and feed.

It was dark around her, the final piece of sunset when there is just enough light to see by... but the sky she could see in snatches through the leaves on the trees was a rich void, and the first hints of stars glittered here and there.

She could see Mars, tonight, she thought. How wonderful it was, when they had discovered the planets. How beautiful it had been to watch them be named one by one. How disappointing, when she and Brammie and the world had learned there weren’t any of the things they’d hoped for on Mars.

Only here, on Earth, were there the bodies to feed from. She and Brammie had been so upset - they’d had such plans for the future.

Leaves slowly decayed and rotted around her, and she thought there might be a chill in the air. Fall? Ashley looked down at herself, at the skin visible through the tears in her shirt. Perfectly unmarked skin, the palest small curve and shadow, a hint of her navel.

She blinked the grave dirt from her eyes, spat it out of her mouth to the side, and began the arduous process of forcing the muscles in her legs to remember how to stand up. Still wearing the jeans she’d had on, too - the fabric smeared with mud but softened by years out here in the elements. She was barefoot but that has never bothered Ashley Denner, she took first one halting step and then another.

Her legs struggled to hold her - the muscles and bone don’t want to do this, they want to be dead, to die, to rot and decay away like the other bodies do. But Ashley Denner is not like the other bodies.

She found a hairtie still around her left wrist, and smiled as she pulled dirty, stiff, clumped-up hair back into a ponytail. There was a perfect ring of untouched white skin where the hairtie had been all these years.

Through the woods she could see the house, and knew without having to be told that her brother was no longer there. Instead, the sense of him was very far away - too far, they have never been so far apart once in their lives as they are right now. Her eyes slowly moved, dancing in the darkness, to stare towards the west.

Brammie had gone to the west, somewhere, and she could feel him itching at walls, waiting for her to find him. They are stronger together. They have always been stronger together.

She had been the one to balk, at the end, to try to leave the circle when Mother gave them over. Brammie had pulled her back in, just a little too late - she hadn’t been ready, then. But she had been declared ready enough, and time had taken care of all those odd little uncertainties she had once had about this.

She was a good and willing servant, now.

She spat another gob of soil and saliva onto the ground, and trudged, her feet dragging through leaves and kicking aside sticks, towards the house her brother no longer lived in. Something does - she could see movement, the hint of a light. She could feel them inside - two bodies, heartbeats and breath waiting to be stilled.

Out west, Brammie was waiting for her.

But she had a long way to travel, and Ashley Denner had been dead for a long time.

She was very, very hungry.

Honestly? She was fucking starving for a good meal.

Her feet began to move with greater purpose and assurance, as bones and muscle remembered themselves, what they were made into, what they are designed to do. She cracked the knuckles in her hands, smiled at the satisfying little pops of sound. The light moved from window to window.

The paint peeled along the side of the house, coming off the siding in strips. The white birch tree that Nate used to watch through Brammie’s window was still there, but it looked sickly now. The great big rock at the bottom of it, with a soft depression on one side perfect for settling into - for pulling Nate down onto her lap and watching him grind his teeth to make himself hold still while Brammie laughed and laughed - was still there, too.

The yard was overgrown, with grass she waded through more than walked. They lived at the end of the street, backed up against the woods, and there was an unfamiliar car in the driveway just in front of the stairs leading up to the front door.

Beat-up old car, and Ashley cocked her head, staring at it. Her eyes glowed, just a little, in the dark as she realized that they have been living in her house. These bodies have been here unharmed, staining it, maybe sleeping in Brammie’s bed and only he and Nate are meant to sleep there, now.

“Someone has been sleeping in my bed,” Ashley said out loud, her voice scratched and cracking from disuse, and she began to laugh, a high-pitched cackling sound like shattered glass, the echo of her brother’s laugh.

Her brother, who was so far away from her, but he would not be far away for long.

“Shit, did you hear that?” She heard in a sudden hiss from inside, and cut herself off. No good to let them hear her too quickly.

“Hear what, dumbass? I have my headphones in.”

She moved with deliberate slowness to circle around to the front of the house, letting her eyes linger on the car - it’s solid enough, a deep blue Hyundai something-something, with a bumper sticker that says COEXIST in religious symbols, and Ashley smiled and dragged her fingernail across it, slowly.

“We do not coexist with you,” She whispered to the sticker, to the unknowing bodies inside the house. “You exist for us.”

There was a laugh from inside, a trill of sound that ran up Ashley’s spine like her mother’s voice calling them in for supper. “No way!” She heard - higher voice, probably female. “No way we’re staying here overnight! This house is fucking haunted, Ora, the Carver used to live here, remember? It was on the news, he lived right here in this fucking house. No way I’m staying in some pervert’s fucking abandoned nightmare mansion.”

“I wouldn’t call it a mansion,” The other voice answered - lower, but she can’t decide if it’s male or female at all. Ashley stood on the bottom step, looking at the front door - the screen door banged open and fell off long ago and lay flat on the front porch, the screen torn to shreds. The larger wooden door still stood, but it was open, and when she took three steps up she saw straight inside to the entryway, where the steps go upstairs to her left and the coat closet with the big long mirror was on the right. “This place has been abandoned since way before that shit kidnapped that guy. Besides, he’s in prison. What the fuck’s he going to do?”

Ashley cocked her head, paused with three steps left to go.

Prison? Brammie is in prison?

“You don’t think he probably killed some people while he lived here? I’ve read true crime books, Ora, these shits don’t ever just stop at one thing, you know? Remember the other guy? He said they weren’t the first.”

“Brammie never killed anyone here,” Ashley whispered, knowing it wouldn’t carry to them. She didn’t want it to. “I did.”

“Yeah, I know, but I’ve read the books, too, Penny, and they escalate to killing, they don’t start there. He got his rocks off with the abduction of that Michaelson kid, that was good enough for him, so he didn’t-”

“Oh, fuck off, Ora. I’m not staying here, and that’s final.”

“Yes, you are,” Ashley whispered, and took the final three steps. The front porch was solid poured concrete, with bricks lining in and little columns she moved past towards the door. Her feet were silent, and the old doormat was still there to prickle at her heels with the rough woven fabric she’d once used to wipe mud and blood off her boots when she came home after a good hunt.

Walk in to the house well-lit and warmed, with Brammie and Nate making dinner, the light and joy in her brother’s eyes when he looked at his true love, waiting for him to be ready. Now, the entryway was cold and dark, the brown shag carpeting that had been old when they moved in here looked even worse now.

“... Okay now I definitely heard something!”

“Oh good Lord. I’ll go check, Penny, keep your pants on. I just thought we could crash here tonight, but if you’re so fucking scared of fucking ghosts-” Ashley stood just inside the doorway, head tilted, as a skinny little thing with bright dyed-green hair and a pile of oversized clothes on turned the corner between the kitchen and dining room to come into the entryway and stopped stock-still, staring at Ashley, wide-eyed.

“Oh holy fuck,” Ora whispered, and then Ashley smiled.

Oh, right. Her teeth were covered in dirt, too.

“Oh, shit, Penny-” Ora looked over their shoulder, already turning to run, but Ashley was faster - she’d always been fast, fastest runner in the village when she was still alive - and her hand closed around the little thing’s throat, closing, feeling the crush of the windpipe, the vocal chords, the air that whistled with effort in and out of panicking lungs. She grabbed an arm, too, twisted hard and felt the bone break clean in two under her fingers, heard the whistling hiss of agonized half-breathing from the sweet young thing writhing against her.

Fear spiked between them - fear and agony - and Ashley shuddered as the yawning hunger inside of her lessened, just a little bit, at the panic and pain as the body struggled to breathe. She pulled them with her, back around the corner and up onto the carpeted steps upstairs. The body was warm and sweet against her, maybe a hint of curve under all that clothing, maybe not - Ashley didn’t care.

All the bodies were beautiful when they were dying.

The Ora-body was still mouthing words, though none came out, attempting to swear or to beg, who knew? She didn’t care. Ashley grinned at them, licking at her teeth to try and get some of the grave dirt off, then turned her head towards where she thought Penny had gone. “Oh shit, Penny,” She said, in a perfect imitation of the Ora-body’s voice. “Shit, someone keyed the car, that must have been what you heard! Come look!”

There was a sudden rush of motion from the kitchen - she could picture it, right where the microwave and the toaster lived side by side, the little electric can opener built-in under the cabinets the line of cookie jars Ashley had collected along the very top of the cupboards near the ceiling. The one that was a little cat was her favorite, and she wondered, idly, if it was still there.

“No,” The Ora-body tried to shout, to warn her, but without air she could barely even get out a sound. “No, Penny, no-”

“Someone keyed the car? Oh, fuck, Ora, we have to-... Ora?”

Penny stopped, just in the open doorway between dining room and entryway, less than five feet away, her head turned towards the open door. Ora snorted, the last bit of noise they could manage, and as Penny’s head whipped back to look at them, Ashley bashed Ora’s head into the wall as hard as she could.

The sound wasn’t a crack, or a thud, but something delightfully trapped somewhere between the two. Ora went limp in her grip and Ashley threw them straight into Penny, bowling her over. By the time Penny had started trying to get back onto her feet, Ashley was already on her.

Ora lay on the ground, groaning and whistling air, twisting to try and get their feet back under them, one hand up to their throat, clawing at it like maybe Ashley had simply wrapped something there, the other bent at a hideous angle against their stomach. She stepped right over the Ora-body and tilted her head, taking in the Penny-body where she had managed to push herself back up, terrified wide eyed between her friend on the floor and where Ashley stood blocking her way out.

The Ora-body moved as she stepped over it, and she hissed and kicked them hard in the stomach. “Stay down!”

The Ora-body huffed in pain, curled up tighter, and stayed still.

Oh, good. At least one of them had a brain.

“Wh-what the fuck, what the-... what the fuck,” Penny whispered, tears in her eyes, and Ashley tilted her head. Brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, the same oversized layers of clothing the Ora-body wore. They smelled alike, too, the scent that drifted off of both of them a mix of each other’s skin-smell, sweat, and fear.

“Oh,” Ashley said softly, something dawning in her mind, a spark of light and understanding. “Are you not going to run, Penny?”

“Pl-please, what do you-... what do you want? We don’t have any money, I swear, we don’t have anything,” Penny’s voice was a whimper and Ashley swallowed, ignoring the grind and grit of the remaining dirt moving down her throat.

“Yes, you do,” Ashley said, raising an eyebrow, gesturing back over her shoulder. “You have a car. And I have a very, very long way to go.”

“Y… you want the, the car?” Penny’s eyes skittered that way and then back to her, trying to keep her in her sights, her hands up in submission, in supplication. “You can have it! Here, I have, I have the keys in my front pocket-”

“You don’t understand. I can’t fucking drive, you goddamn idiot. And I’m really fucking hungry.” Ashley snorted and kicked the Ora-body again - if she were alive she might have snapped some toes, but all that happened was that the Ora-body shook and made a low soft breathy whine of pain. Ashley’s eyes narrowed at the sound, the itch in her fingertips to recreate it again and again and again.

I think I get why Brammie lets them live for so long.

“You’re… hungry?” Penny glanced back towards the kitchen and then back to her. “We, um, we brought some granola bars…”

“Oh for the love of Christ. I don’t want your fucking granola bars. You know, this was always so much easier when Brammie was here.”

“Br-Brammie?”

“Bram. Abraham. Whatever.”

“… Abraham Denner?” The Penny-body, backed up a couple of steps, her eyes back on her friend, then one step more. “The, the Carver in the Cabin? You know him?”

“Oh, is that a new name for him? I like it. Brammie’s my brother,” Ashley said casually. She moved to reach down and pull the Ora-body back to their feet when Penny lunged to try and run past her, and Ashley laughed, abandoning Ora for the moment to grab Penny by the arm, yank her back up against her, feel the twist and wriggle of her body through her clothes as she fought to get out of the grip and failed. “Oh, you were just going to leave your poor friend here? Damn, Ora, Penny’s a stone-cold bitch. Did you know that the first time you slept together, or did that knowledge come to you gradually?”

The Ora-body’s eyes widened, and they began to try and get to their feet, only for Ashley to kick them again, in the head this time. Ora’s head snapped back and they cried out, the sound cracked from the damage already done to their throat. The noise bounced around the inside of the dark, abandoned house.

Ashley felt it come back to life, just a little bit, at the sound. She slammed her feet down onto Ora’s leg - the bone didn’t break but Ora’s gasp told her it had at least hurt.

Her body blossomed, grew warm deep within her, and she felt a rush of saliva into her mouth all at once. She would make Ora bleed - both of them, really, but she could already tell Ora was going to be a lot more fun.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Ashley said conversationally. “I need a ride out west to see my brother. You two want to live. I’m hungry. You’re about to be in so much pain. All of these things are related and oh fuck, I’m so fucking hungry.” She glanced over at the Penny-body, clawing fruitlessly at her grip to try and get free, then slammed her into the wall.

Penny’s head cracked against it and she yelled, but it wasn’t loud enough, so Ashley hit her into the wall again. Louder pain this time, and Ashley licked her lips at the spot of red that appeared on the peeling white paint. Finally, a third time, and this time the Penny-body went limp. Still breathing, but Ashley would take care of that particular problem very, very soon.

She let the body drop with a thump to the floor, turned to look at Ora, who stared back with wide, slightly glazed hazel eyes, hand pressed against their head where she’d kicked them. Ashley dropped into a crouch next to them, leaning over and pushing a bit of the bright green hair out of their face, tucking it behind one heavily-pierced ear.

“Ooooh, you have gauges, pretty,” Ashley murmured, flicking one with her fingertips to watch the stretched skin move around the deep mottled green stone inside.

The Ora-body flinched, trying to roll to the side and away, and Ashley’s eyes narrowed. She slid her hand back around Ora’s neck and tightened her grip, just a little, felt the body go still and frightened as she pushed into the skin that was already starting to darken with bruising. “Rule number one,” She said, quietly. “Never pull away from me.”

“Wh-what?” Ora’s voice was raspy now, a little desperate. The kid was sweet honestly Sweet and scared, their throbbing pain a shudder of good yes now more through Ashley’s body, filling in under her skin, lighting her up with energy, with satisfaction. “I, I don’t… please, please don’t hurt me anymore-”

Ashley tilted her head. “Be good and I won’t have to.” She looked over at the Penny-body, a still-breathing unconscious lump on the ground.

Not right away, anyway. Two good meals could last me a while if I can make it work like Brammie does. One big meal to start, lots of little ones during the trip.

“Listen, Ora. My brother is in prison somewhere out west-”

“Ca-... He’s in California,” Ora said quietly, and Ashley’s eyes snapped back to theirs. Ora seemed to shrink into themselves, into the layers of shirts and the big coat. “S-Sorry, I’m sorry-... don’t tighten your hand anymore-”

“No, don’t apologize. I like this, this conversation we’re having. California? Why is he all the way out there? We’ve never been to California. We never wanted to go that far.”

“He, uh… you don’t know?” Ashley frowned and tightened her hand, and Ora’s hand clawed at hers, scrabbling to find some kind of purchase, their broken arm twitching as they tried instinctively to move it and then keened, higher-pitched than the noise they’d made before, at the pain. “I’m, please, I need, I need air-”

“Answer my question, Ora. Rule number two - always answer the questions Ashley asks you.”

“Uh, he, h-he-he… he, uh, um, abducted this g-g-guy, guy was from, from California, he got caught and he’s in prison-”

“We don’t get caught,” Ashley said, eyes widened slightly in horror at the idea. “What does that even mean? How did he get caught?”

“The, the other guy-... the other guy turned him in.”

Ashley’s world went dark and narrow, the only pinpoint of her vision the face of the little body in front of her. She rubbed her thumb against Ora’s jaw, feeling their bone underneath, the shift of the skin in their throat as they swallowed hard, the little wince of pain at how it must hurt to force even just a swallow through the damaged esophagus. “... the other guy?”

She didn’t have to ask.

She knew exactly who the other guy had to be.

That son of a fucking bitch never knew how good he had it. Oh, I am going to find you, Nathaniel John Vandrum, and I am going to flay you the fuck alive and make you watch me turn your skin into tanned hide and then you can wear it as a coat and Brammie will just have to-

“I d-don’t know the name of the, the-”

“Sssshhh, that’s okay, Ora. You don’t need to know everything. You’re doing great.” She leaned down and kissed the wrinkled, frightened little forehead of the young one in front of her. “How old are you? What’s your whole name? Just Ora?”

“Wh-what?”

“I asked how old you are. Your name. Rule number two, Ora.”

“I-I-I remember, rule two, answer ques, questions. I’m sorry. I’m, um, I’m 21. I’m 21 years old, and my name is Oracle, my parents were super fucked up when they h-h-had me, I have, um, I can do… I’m sorry, so sorry! Oracle Collins but, but I just go by Ora... Penny is, um, Penny is 20.”

Ashley smiled, pleased, nuzzled against Ora’s face, felt them trembling under her touch. “Perfect. You even guessed my next question and answered it first. That’s great, Ora. That’s really, really good. Plus, I like your hair better than Penny’s hair, so you win.”

“I… I win?” Ora shivered as Ashley pulled away, their face white and tight with pain, arm clutched hard against their chest. “What do I win?”

Ashley moved back and yanked Ora to their feet by their neck. Nothing seemed to be out of place - everything right where Brammie had left it. Which meant everything she needed right now was probably still in the supply closet, waiting for her.

“I need to go west, to California, to find my brother. I’m hungry and I need to eat. I need one driver, but I have two new friends. And your girlfriend tried to leave you here alone with me. I don’t like that about her. People should be loyal to each other, and she’s not loyal. I don’t like her.”

She looked down at Penny’s limp body, then back to Ora’s wide, pretty little eyes. She drew the backs of her hands down Ora’s cheek and this time they held still for her, didn’t even move or seem to breathe. “You tried to warn her and you didn’t try to leave her with me. I like you. Tell me the rules you know now.”

“Don’t pull aw-... away,” Ora whimpered. “Answer questions.”

“That’s good, Ora. That’s so good. Congratulations, fucker. You get to be the dumbass who lives.”

For now.

“Rule number three, dumbass who lives. You should say thank you when someone does you a favor.”

Ora blinked. “A… a favor?”

“Letting you live. That’s a favor, a motherfucking gift. Say thank you for every gift you are given, and every goddamn breath I let you take is a fucking gift. So say thank you. Don’t be rude, Ora, or I won’t want you to be my driver after all.”

She squeezed Ora’s neck again and bit her lower lip, just a little, with the rush she felt when Ora whimpered, “Th-thank you, I’m sorry, thank you! Please!”

She totally understood why Brammie did this shit now.

“Good job, Ora. Now let’s get into the closet in the laundry room so you can help me get started on my dinner.”

#whump #violent whumper #Ashley denner is fucking feral #Daniel Michaelson's story #female whumper #introducing oracle collins #sorry ora #frightened whumpee #whumpees #whumpee #tw: choking #tw: violence #angry whumper #misery vampire #whumper #captivity

[thatgoddamnflipphone]

Steve/Tony Fic Rec List Part 1 - MCU Canonverse

Over 70 fic below the cut -- some in the middle still need summaries I will add over time.

These are listed in approximately the order I read them, so mostly random.

(MCU Verse. Comics Verses. Semi-Canon AUs. Full AUs. Post-IW. Still to come: a crapload of under 10k fic! To see the whole list as a Google Doc, go to tinyurl.com/streclist)

LAST EDIT: 8/30/19 - NEW FIC MARKED WITH ~

Guys and Bots by Scaramouche (@no-gorms). Follows the movies with the difference that they kiss at the end of AoU. Series with a hopeful ending (hey it’s CW it can’t be ALL happy). 32k https://archiveofourown.org/series/727023

Gained in Translation by Scaramouche (@no-gorms) . Short getting together fic between TWS & AoU. 11k https://archiveofourown.org/works/14020488

The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark by Jibrailis. Tony is infected with an Asgardian disease that causes slow memory loss. They travel to Asgard for a cure while he slowly forgets who and where he is. ANGST. 42k https://archiveofourown.org/works/349478

The Act of Creation Will Be Your Salvation by @scifigrl47. This is the first in a looooong series, the whole thing is pretty great but if you’re not into kidfic you can just read this first one, it’s self contained and phenomenal. Follows Tony from when he first creates Dummy through Avengers and beyond, focusing on his relationship with his bots (and then of course Steve). You WILL cry about robots. 85k https://archiveofourown.org/works/401961/chapters/662516

Four (Or Five) Reasons for Kidnapping Tony Stark by @scifigrl47. Also part of a long series, you can read the first two also but this is where it really picks up and she really gets a feel for the characters. Kidnapping! (Fairly mild) Torture! Tony being brilliant! Pining! Presumed dead! It’s tagged pre-slash but there is smooching so it’s really not. 78k https://archiveofourown.org/works/391599/chapters/642784

Sixpence In His Shoe by @scifigrl47. (Yes this is the same author again, get used to it I am a completionist and read everything.) This is one of the BEST accidental marriage fics I’ve read, omg. This ship is complicated by the fact that they are FAMOUS, so fake or accidental marriages have far reaching consequences that are fascinating to explore. This hits all my sweet spots. 103k https://archiveofourown.org/works/11443803/chapters/25647162

Lessons on how to be Worthwhile by @pensversusswords A beautiful Tony character study, hurt/comfort. 19k https://archiveofourown.org/works/2306576/chapters/5075171

Truth Behind Masks by @scifigrl47 MCU/comics fusion where Tony takes Coulson up on the “bodyguard” alibi at the end of IM1. The team thinks Tony & Iron Man are sleeping together, while Steve, of course, is falling in love with “both” of them. I adore Sam in this, there’s a scene with him and Steve that makes me cry every time. 98k https://archiveofourown.org/works/1523327/chapters/3221816

Christmas Holiday by @scifigrl47 A proposal, wedding, honeymoon fic where literally everything goes wrong in hilarious ways. Cracky but amazing. 19k https://archiveofourown.org/works/5474990

My Lost City by elise_509 42k https://archiveofourown.org/works/1008115/chapters/1999662

In the Stillness of Remembering by elise_509 A fandom classic. Just read it. 70k https://archiveofourown.org/works/557155/chapters/993923

As Sharp As Any Thorn by RurouniHime (@thegertie) Holy shit this fic. The angst is THROUGH the ROOF I had to stop reading a few times but damn it’s good (and happy ending!). Basically someone hacks Tony’s suit while he’s in it, causing him to attack the team and almost-fatally injure Steve. Steve spends a good bit of the fic in a coma and they don’t know if he’ll make it, while the public calls for Iron Man’s head, and Tony can’t get the memory of beating Steve out of his head. Damn. So good. 47k https://archiveofourown.org/works/725234 

With Words Other Than These by RurouniHime (@thegertie) Post-mission adrenaline fueled comfort sex. Yes please. 14k https://archiveofourown.org/works/1012230

When Our Day Comes by @thepartyresponsible Ok this is super short but HILARIOUS so if you need something to read after some of the above angst … 6k https://archiveofourown.org/works/14764490

Evening Comfort by ann2who (@stark-spangled-lovers)  Steve & Tony run into each other at a gay bar, decide to roll with it and pretend they are strangers. 21k https://archiveofourown.org/works/4734002/chapters/10819700

A New Way For Us by ann2who  (@stark-spangled-lovers) TIME TRAVEL SHENANIGANS Strange sends Tony back in time to try and fix things before Thanos, prevent Civil War, etc.  24k https://archiveofourown.org/works/9825590/chapters/22062992

Serenity Oasis by @festiveferret Omggggggg. So they wake up at a couples resort with amnesia. Are they undercover? Did they get married for real? We Just Don’t Know, and neither do they! 20k https://archiveofourown.org/works/13147377/chapters/30070665

(what is hate) but jilted love by LemonGrenade Post-Civil War Fix-it, Tony is injured and recovering away from it all in a cabin. Enter the Snowed In In A Canadian Shack trope! 27k https://archiveofourown.org/works/15344694

Flower Child by @itsallavengers Tony overcoming toxic programming from Howard, learning to be soft, oh and Steve punches Howard when he shows up in the future so. That’s really all I needed to love this. 24k https://archiveofourown.org/works/15399303

Lost Together by @festiveferret A fun take on the soulmate mark trope - Steve & Tony end up in an alternate universe with soulmate marks, and have to both hide that they don’t have them and pretend to be a couple because Reasons. Tropey goodness! 68k https://archiveofourown.org/works/12282594/chapters/27918672

More Than the Average Good by @royal-chandler Tony is the one to find Steve after Bucky pulls him out of the river in TWS. He convinces Steve to come back to the Tower with him, where they grow closer but eventually the truth about Tony’s parents needs to come out. 16k https://archiveofourown.org/works/15219425

Guessing Game by @itsallavengers Sort of an ambiguous universe but it’s close enough to MCU. Tony wakes up not remembering the last 24 hours, with a hole in his leg, and Steve carrying him through underground tunnels to escape a Skrull invasion. But is it really Steve? 21k https://archiveofourown.org/works/12746256

Butterfly Dreams by Teyke This fic is a mind fuck with a happy ending. Steve is switching between two universes every time he falls asleep - in one, it’s post-CW and Tony is missing. In the other, Steve & Tony are on their honeymoon. Each feels real - which one is? 38k https://archiveofourown.org/works/8677540

Semaphore by DevilDoll "I’m trying to like you, Tony. You’re just making it very hard." 40k https://archiveofourown.org/works/314102/chapters/503103

All the Time in the World by missbecky (@missbeckywrites) Post-TWS, Steve’s team needs a place to land and end up at the Tower. When Steve & Tony quickly grow close, a stalker gets very irate. 38k https://archiveofourown.org/works/2646503

To the Victor by @thegraytigress OH BOY. Steve “dies” on a mission. Tony is certain he’s still alive - is he in denial? Everyone else thinks so. Hmm. BRING ON THE ANGST. 242k https://archiveofourown.org/works/8162986/chapters/18705922

The Trial Run by scaramouche (@no-gorms) 14k https://archiveofourown.org/works/15027899

Fix You by @thegraytigress 74k https://archiveofourown.org/works/5900494/chapters/13602163

Shiver by @thegraytigress 54k https://archiveofourown.org/works/10868364

Equivalence by @thegraytigress 28k https://archiveofourown.org/works/7312558

Falling Into You by @sabrecmc Fuck buddies until Steve loses his memory (yay Loki), Tony doesn’t tell Steve about their “arrangement.” Then feelings happen. 53k https://archiveofourown.org/works/3731302/chapters/8269387

I wanted to fix this (but couldn't stop from tearing it down) by @missbeckywrites 51k https://archiveofourown.org/works/529127

Better Angels/Lesser Demons by @sabrecmc A CW fix-it where Peggy leaves some home videos for Steve in her will. 34k https://archiveofourown.org/series/891720

Good For You by @orbingarrow “Steve doesn't understand why Tony dates people who abuse him. Tony doesn't understand why Steve cares.The rest is bad choices, good choices, rehab, milkshakes, paintball, YouTube videos, couples therapy and learning to put the past in the past. Or: How Tony finds his happy ending.” 42k https://archiveofourown.org/works/6093591

Into Words by @dirigibleplumbing 32k https://archiveofourown.org/works/14817710

I Am With You by @dirigibleplumbing Steve tries to adjust to life in the 21st century, with the help of his new team/family, and especially Tony. Great Steve character stuff. 25k https://archiveofourown.org/works/15166046

Never for the Dragon by @ladyshadowdrake (MCU/616 fusion) READ THE TAGS you will definitely cry. Like really seriously full on sobs. But it’s extremely worth it. 89k https://archiveofourown.org/works/7120420

Tensile Strength by sahiya 21k https://archiveofourown.org/works/15779712

all warm-blooded creatures by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) “From a very early age, Steve Rogers was aware that he was going to die of cold.” 13k https://archiveofourown.org/works/15196187

Hating Steve Rogers by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) I loooove fic where post-Avengers Tony goes from a lifetime of hate and resentment towards Captain America to falling in love with Steve Rogers. 16k https://archiveofourown.org/works/14813219

'Til Death Do Us Part by @itsallavengers Steve has to fake his death on a mission. SHIELD “forgets” to tell his husband. 15k https://archiveofourown.org/works/15905544

Home Is Where the Time Machine Is by @wordsplat There is NOT ENOUGH of this trope in this fandom! Steve & Tony’s daughter from the future shows up, tries not to spill the beans about them getting together. 23k https://archiveofourown.org/works/1030540

Stay With Me (home is where your mind is.) by sara_holmes (@captn-sara-holmes) 67k https://archiveofourown.org/works/1246060

Bond Has It Covered by sara_holmes 66k https://archiveofourown.org/works/1104870

Counterpart by sara_holmes 217k https://archiveofourown.org/works/1659452

when i run out of road, you bring me home by quidhitch 18k https://archiveofourown.org/works/16153091

Over Sea, Under Stars by vorkosigan 36k https://archiveofourown.org/works/8635870

Unintended by sheron 37k https://archiveofourown.org/works/13446870

i found a way to let you in, but i never really had a doubt by quidhitch 16k https://archiveofourown.org/series/1191442

In Your Warmth I Forget How Cold It Can Be by izazov 29k https://archiveofourown.org/works/13137222

In Dreams (Everything Makes Sense) by msermesth 42k https://archiveofourown.org/works/9924365

Die Hard (But Only If No Other Options Are Readily Available) by JenTheSweetie 24k https://archiveofourown.org/works/4702037

Things We Learned at the End of the World by JenTheSweetie 13k https://archiveofourown.org/works/14867777

An Infinite Number Of Monkeys At Typewriters (Or, Steve and Tony Finally Get It Right) by JenTheSweetie 19k https://archiveofourown.org/works/8310553

More Than Gravity by JenTheSweetie 21k https://archiveofourown.org/works/5502959

Of Things Lost in Time by erde Post-IW Steve gets caught in an AoU groundhog day ahhhhh! 16k https://archiveofourown.org/works/17217959

Love's Such an Old-Fashioned Word by scaramouche 11k https://archiveofourown.org/works/17344631

Never Eye To Eye by vorkosigan 26k https://archiveofourown.org/works/8776729

Of Books and Memories and Snow by vorkosigan 22K https://archiveofourown.org/works/10876335

Lost in Transcription by Veldeia Cool science-based canonverse soulmate AU - science has recently discovered genetic markers for soulmates. Uh oh. 25k. https://archiveofourown.org/works/13982646 

And The Void Would Be Calling. by jadedoll 17k https://archiveofourown.org/works/387387

Sticky Business by OftheLilies 19k https://archiveofourown.org/works/12976434

All These Half-Tones of the Soul by nostalgicatsea Angsty retelling of canon as a soulmate au. 23k https://archiveofourown.org/series/994596

Overhaul by Annie D (scaramouche) 19k https://archiveofourown.org/works/17846375

Northwest to Nowhere by Veldeia 17k https://archiveofourown.org/works/5456477

Untapped Opportunities by Serinah The classic “they meet on a cybersex site but don’t know who they are talking to” with lots of fluff, angst, and porn. BDSM. 62k https://archiveofourown.org/works/16106627

the things we invent when we are scared by nanasekei 18k https://archiveofourown.org/works/17946077

Resistance by thegraytigress The worldbuilding and OCs are amazing in this, but mind the tags - loooots of torture and hurt/comfort. 426k (no that’s not a typo lol) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7469145/chapters/16973895

Symmetry Breaking by scaramouche (@no-gorms) I probably have this down with EG fics too, but it mostly belongs up here. Takes place in the branched 2012 timeline where Loki took the Tesseract. I want a million fics in this universe! 10k https://archiveofourown.org/works/18627655

The Butterfly Effect by @itsallavengers Same as above, 2012 branched timeline. YES MORE PLEASE! 20k https://archiveofourown.org/works/18617755

To Have My Time Again... by @wilmakins A post-CW rewrite of Infinity War, including accidentally dragging Howard forward in time, and addressing Steve choosing between the past and the future in a much more in-character way than EG did <cough>. 166k https://archiveofourown.org/works/16654939

Name Recognition by OscarTheSlouch Steve wants to take Tony’s last name. Tony has a bunch of hangups about it. Featuring sad baby Tony flashbacks! 14k https://archiveofourown.org/works/11690337

Even the Light is an Illusion by Mizzy This is technically MCU, but was written very early so borrows a lot of characters and canon from 616. Tony has to fake his death for reasons, angst ensues. 102k https://archiveofourown.org/works/507292

Though Your Face Is Lovely by @chibisquirt Noir!Tony ends up in MCU!verse. Cue jumping into bed with Steve and MCU!Tony extreme jealousy! MCU SteveTony is endgame. 14k https://archiveofourown.org/works/10930653

He Knows More Than You Do by ChibiSquirt Pretty much 35k of cracky porn with feelings. A lot of medical kink stuff, pay attention to tags. 35k https://archiveofourown.org/works/11683599

If the Words Are True by @msermesth Someone leaks old love letters from Steve to another man to the press. Tony helps deal with the aftermath. 10k https://archiveofourown.org/works/11249832

For the Wheel's Still in Spin by Arukou A retelling of early canon, Steve’s months after getting thawed and the Battle of NY, and how the Avengers slowly became a team. 57k https://archiveofourown.org/works/2680208

Binary System by scaramouche 13k https://archiveofourown.org/works/19077304

In a Different Light by marinarusalka 20k https://archiveofourown.org/works/542966

Here's Looking At You by mariana_oconnor I love post-Avengers Tony learning to see Steve for who he really is, and not just the hero from history. 12k https://archiveofourown.org/works/19349692

Fireside ‘verse by @gotthesilver A very real and human look at a post-Endgame world where Steve & Tony can’t quit each other, but Tony still has a family. Love is complicated and messy. 29k https://archiveofourown.org/series/1429378

we must love one another and die by @theappleppielifestyle Tony realizes Steve was frozen when Lord of the Rings came out, leading to mutual bonding, book club, and lots of Frodo-related Steve feels. Don’t miss this one, it’s phenomenal. 14k https://archiveofourown.org/works/20168623

~Playing the part (remix) by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) A fake marriage post-CW fix-it? Sign me the fuck up! 10k https://archiveofourown.org/works/20330893

~All the Love You Hold and Hide by Mireille Fuck-or-Die trope with feeeeeelings! 17k https://archiveofourown.org/works/14402436

#stony fic #stevetony fic #stony #stony fic rec #stevetony #streclist #added a few more summaries and tags #I'M GETTING THERE

[carrotpiss]

Really hate being the level of socially unskilled and touch starved I am sometimes bc it makes me stupid abt dangerous relationships and unhealthy responses to stuff

#Tw cw for bad shit in tags they fucked up last time #But ahh I just hate how my auto response to ppl being upset is to be like #Would you feel better if you hit me? #Bc I know that's stupid and bad but I really struggle even after all this time to not be a punching bag #Bc I kinda anticipate it being my role bc that's what I've been sm times #I want to be able to communicate and work thru things w family and friends normally but that's all I can think abt #To the point I struggle to say much bc im just consumed by it #I'm also so dumb abt over romanticising ppl who do treat me like that that I have to put the word evil in front of their name so I remember #That they're bad #Idk I just wish I could imagine physical contact like holding hands or something instead but I can't bc I've never really had that #crouch speaks #I think it's probably why I'm so funny abt hugs like I love hugs so much but I get so in my head abt them I'm not great at initiating them