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bibbawrites · 3 years

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First Man - Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Request: NONE

Word Count: 1735 words

Summary: the song First Man by Camila Cabello but make it about Charlie Gillespie

Warnings: i think theres one swear word and thats all ?

A/N: so i had originally written this for another fandom that i am no longer in but i decided to change it to charlie cause why not this is literally just the song first man by camila cabello, so go listen to that if you dont know it haha again i tried to make this gender neutral but i may have messed up at one point so if i did im very sorry anyways hope you enjoy this little fluffy piece

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes @littlemissaddict @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @headheartbellarke @lovesanimals @bartok-the-bat @juliefromaustralia @multi-universe21 @rangerelik

Winter 2019

It was a mild Winter's afternoon in LA. You walked down the stairs of your family home, bag in hand, smiling when you spotted your family sitting around the table, a board game in the middle.

"Y/N! Come join us!" Your mum called when she spotted you enter the room. You shook your head.

"Maybe another time, sorry guys. I'm actually just heading out, I'm gonna stay with Charlie tonight... is that okay?" Your father sighed before nodding.

"When will we get to meet this Charlie boy that we hear so much about?" He asked, standing up to walk over to you. You shrugged.

"I'm not too sure, but it will be soon, I promise." You grinned. Your little sister looked up from the game board.

"What's he like Y/N?" She asked, looking at you intently. A soft smile appeared on your face at the thought of your boyfriend.

"He's really sweet. He's funny, just like you Dad. He’s not super tall but it doesn’t even matter. And he loves dragging me along on hikes." You paused.

"I really like him." You finished. Your dad frowned slightly, but hid it quickly.

"That's nice to hear darling. Don't forget a jacket, okay?" He told you. You looked at your father knowingly. He had been like this with every boy you’d ever brought home, not that you'd brought home tons of boys before.

"No it's okay, it’s not that cold outside today. Besides, he's waiting outside for me." You said, glancing down at your phone to see the text from Charlie.

'I'm here' it read. You looked back up again, noticing your father watching you. He stepped closer, pulling you into a hug.

"Don't freak out Dad, I'll be fine." You assured him. He squeezed you tightly.

"I just worry about you." You smiled, pulling away.

"I know, I get that. But I'm an adult now Dad. I got this."

"I know, I know." He sighed. By now the rest of the family had gone back to their game.

You patted your dad on the chest before turning to leave, stopping when your hand touched the doorknob. You turned back around to face your father.

"Just remember Dad, you were the first man that really loved me." And with that you turned back to the door and left, leaving your dad to smile sadly. His little baby was growing up.

Summer 2020

It was Summer and you and Charlie had a few days off from work. You had decided to head back to LA together, to visit your family. After all, you had been dating for over a year and Charlie still hadn't met your family yet. The family that you spoke so highly of.

You touched down at LAX and made your way through security quickly.

"You ready?" You asked, holding tightly to Charlie's hand as you made your way to baggage claim, where you had organised to meet your parents.

"Honestly? I'm fucking petrified." Charlie responded, causing you to laugh.

"You'll be fine. Everyone loves you Char, and my family will be no different." You walked around the corner, spotting your Dad quickly.

"Dad!" You called, rushing over to hug your father. Charlie walked over slowly. You pulled away and grinned, glancing at Charlie.

"Dad, I'd like to meet my boyfriend, Charlie." You introduced. "Char, this is my dad, Sam."

Charlie held his hand out for your dad to shake.

"It's nice to officially meet you Mr Y/L/N. Can I call you Sam?" He smiled nervously. Your father looked him up and down before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Sir will do. Charlie, short for Charles I assume?" His glare was stone cold. Charlie swallowed, nodding.

"Yes sir, but I prefer Charlie." Your father nodded before turning his attention back to you.

"How long are you two here for?" He asked, ignoring Charlie, who moved to grab the both of your bags that were coming along the carousel.

"We have 8 days off, but we're only here for 4." You responded. Your dad nodded.

"Well I guess that's better than nothing. Come on let's go, your mother is waiting in the car outside. She didn't want to pay for parking so she's been driving around while I waited in here."

And with that the three of you headed outside to the car.

Luckily for Charlie the rest of your family weren't as scary as your father was.

Your mother was lovely, and she had been very welcoming, even speaking to him in French when it was brought up that the two shared a common language.

Your brothers were really cool and invited him to join them to play video games whenever he wanted.

And your little sister, well, she adored the Canadian boy from the minute he walked through the front door.

And just like that Charlie’s first day at the Y/L/N house was over.

After sitting outside for hours with you and your parents, Charlie decided to head off to bed, and with a quick kiss for you and a murmured "goodnight" he was gone.

"So what do you think?" You asked once you knew that Charlie was well and truly inside.

"He's lovely darling." Your mother told you, smiling. You turned to your father.

"Dad?" You asked. Your father shrugged.

"He's not too bad, I guess." He admitted. You shook your head slightly. Of course your father would say that.

"I met his family you know? They're really nice, just like you guys." You told your parents.

"Oh, that's good sweetie." Your mum grinned.

"His parents are great, they're really down to earth. And his brothers and sister are really cool. Plus they love their hockey." You looked at your dad as you said the last part, knowing how big of a hockey fan he was. Your dad nodded in appreciation.

"That's good to hear. If they like hockey they must be good people." Your mother nodded in agreement with her husband. You fell into a comfortable silence for a few seconds.

"You know..." You began, breaking the silence. "I think he might be the one." Your mother put her hand up to her mouth, unable to hide her excitement.

"Oh Y/N, you really think so?" She asked. You nodded.

"Yeah, I really love him." You smiled.

"And he's a good man?" Your dad questioned, fixing his gaze on you. You nodded quickly.

"I swear on my heart. He loves me, and he'd never hurt me." You assured him.

"Good." He said, and with that the conversation was over, the topic changing to gossip about a family friend who's husband had cheated on her.

And later when you were heading off to bed you made sure to give your dad an extra big hug and remind him softly that he was the first man that really loved you.

The four days passed quickly and before anyone knew it, it was time for you and Charlie to leave.

Your family gathered on the driveway, next to Charlie’s car that he had collected on your second day back. After a few hugs with your siblings Charlie moved to bid farewell to your parents. Your mother pulled him into a hug.

"It was lovely to meet you darling." She said softly, before pulling away.

"You too." He smiled. "It was lovely to meet all of you."

"Don't be a stranger Charlie." She said.

"Yeah come back all the time." Your little sister agreed. Charlie nodded.

"I'll make sure of it." He turned his attention to your father, holding out his hand for him to shake. Your father took it, shaking it firmly.

"Thank you for having me sir." Charlie smiled politely. Your father paused, before faking a smile.

"It was no problem." You exchanged a knowing look with your mother. You both knew that your father didn't think that Charlie deserved you.

After a few more goodbyes you and Charlie hopped into the car and left, waving to your family as you pulled out. You had barely made it to the end of the street before you grabbed Charlie's arm.

"Wait we need to go back." You said quickly.

"Why?" Charlie asked, but turned around nonetheless.

"I forgot to tell my dad something." He pulled up in front of the house and you jumped out quickly, rushing over to your father who was still outside. He looked at you in confusion.

"I forgot to say, remember you were the first man who really loved me." You smiled softly, and with one last hug you left again.

Spring 2022

It was a beautiful Spring day in Hawaii. You and your father were stood together at the top of the beach, dressed to the nines, him in a fancy suit and you in your chosen wedding outfit.

It was almost time.

Time for you to walk down the aisle and marry the love of your life.

You looked over at your father, noticing his tie was slightly crooked. You took a step closer, and fixed the tie, watching as he tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall. You smiled softly at him.

"You know, I've never seen you cry before." You whispered. Your dad smiled, a tear falling down his cheek.

"You just look so beautiful Y/N. No matter what, you'll always be my little baby." He responded, pulling you into a hug.

As you separated the music began to play, and he held his arm out for you to take.

"Here we go." You whispered, and the two of you began your walk down the beach to where Charlie was waiting, teary eyed, at the end of the aisle.

As you walked, your father found himself looking over at you, taking in the tears of happiness and the look of love that you were giving Charlie. Your dad smiled to himself, glad that you had finally found the perfect man for you.

You reached the end of the aisle and you pulled your father into a hug.

"Remember," You whispered. "You were the first man who really loved me." You pulled away, stepping back. Your dad hesitated for a second before stepping forward to pull Charlie into a hug.

"Take care of my little angel." He whispered. Charlie nodded.

"Of course Sir." They pulled apart and your dad smiled softly.

"You can call me Sam."

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #fluff #based on the song First Man by Camila Cabello #reader insert

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rosyfingereddawnn · 3 years

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That’s The Way (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Jimmy Page x Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warning(s): smut/nsfw, cheating, cursing, angst, Y/N being a badass :)

Author’s notes: We’ll be honest...this chapter is a lot to handle 😂 which is amazing since it’s only Chapter 3 of many! We suggest taking a break throughout, because you’re gonna need it 😂 So much happens that your mind may actually explode from the drama. By the way, Jimmy is introduced in the next chapter so yay! As usual, please enjoy, happy reading, and send us messages if you have theories, comments, music recommendations for the playlist, or if you want to be added to the tag list :)

Chapters: 1 | 2

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Paul took Y/N out to dinner that week, and they had a wonderful time together. It seemed that every conversation they had together brought them closer and closer, and Y/N was in pure bliss. From that point forward, the two became inseparable.

Y/N’s parents, however, were not super pleased that Y/N was seeing Paul, especially because they had warned her about the romantically-unattached musician’s mannerisms and habits not that long ago. They just decided to act like they liked Paul, so he wouldn’t get suspicious or feel bad.

Two members of The Yardbirds in particular (and I’m sure, dear reader, that you know who they are by now) were hit with pangs of jealousy whenever they saw Y/N constantly attached to Paul’s arm. And, to make matters worse, it was under any circumstance imaginable: parties, interviews, photoshoots, meetings, airports, train stations, hotels...the list goes on. Yes, they did spend plenty of time apart, but attraction can make a man think irrationally. Even though they were specifically and strictly told to keep their mouths shut, it was very tempting to just say the truth and end their misery. A part of Chris and Jim felt happy to see her happy, but another, traitorous side of them felt exponentially bad for her. They knew that she was being used by Paul as arm-candy, and they knew that she, of all people, did not deserve that.

But that’s the name of the game, unfortunately.

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18 February 1966

The Yardbirds were scheduled to perform on an episode of Ready, Steady, Go! that night, and Y/N decided to go and be a part of the live audience. She felt an obligation to support Paul and the band, since they were all friends (and a boyfriend, of course) now.

Before the show, Jim, Jeff, and Keith were all sitting on the stage, discussing the logistics of the rehearsals that would start soon. Y/N stood in front of the already-prepared stage and chatted with them.

“So what are you guys going to do on our days off next week?” Jeff asked.

“Spend time with my family,” Keith replied, adjusting his sunglasses.

“Not sure yet, haven’t figured it out,” Jim added.

“How ‘bout you, Miss Y/N?” Jeff nodded towards her with a smile. She answered with a soft giggle.

“I’m probably going golfing with my brother and a couple mates.”

“You golf?” Jim asked. She seemed to be getting more and more perfect by the day.

“Mmhmm,” Y/N nodded enthusiastically, “I’m bloody awful at it, but it’s fun, and I can hang out with my brother, so it’s a win-win.”

“You never told us you had siblings,” Keith smirked, tilting to the side and crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah, I have three. There’s Tommy, my older brother; Charlie, my younger brother; and Lillian, my little sister,” Y/N said.

“Wow, full house,” Jeff remarked, “I have a sister, Annetta, who I think you’d get along with quite well. I’ll have to introduce you to her soon.”

“Oh, that’d be great! I’d love to meet another Beck,” Y/N replied playfully. Jeff just laughed and shook his head.

“It’s a shame that I can’t spend time with Paul this week. He said he was busy, but he didn’t explain why,” Y/N sighed, “whatever. It’s probably legitimate, so I don’t mind. We’ve been hanging out too much anyway.” She laughed at the last part.

“He’s probably just going home to his wife,” Jim replied, thoughtlessly.

At that instant, everyone’s eyes widened, eyebrows raised, and lips downturned into a shocked, panicked frown.

“He’s...what?” Y/N asked quietly, sounding like she was about to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.

Y/N noticed that Keith and Jeff were glaring at Jim, who was clearly embarrassed at what he had revealed. He hid his eyes with his hand.

When Jeff finally found it in him to turn away from Jim, he deeply exhaled. He then reached out his hands to touch Y/N’s shoulders in an attempt to comfort her.

“Look, Y/N, you weren’t supposed to find out this way, and I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you sooner,” Jeff began, “but he is indeed married. I honestly don’t know why he wanted to pursue you, and I warned him against it because of how much we care about you, but he did it anyway.”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face and her bottom lip started to quiver. “I can’t believe this,” she whispered, “he made it seem like I was the only one…that he was really in love with me...”

Jeff hated seeing his friend cry because of something he could have prevented. But, Y/N was somehow still beautiful when she cried.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jeff consoled gently, getting off the stage to hug her, “here, let’s take you backstage to calm you down a little.”

Y/N refused Jeff’s kind offer with a shake of the head. Through her blurry, teary-eyed vision, she just plastered on a smile, and wiped the wetness from her eyes.

“Ew,” her voice cracked, “why am I crying? That’s so gross of me, I’m so sorry. I’m definitely making you guys uncomfortable.”

The three musicians’ eyes widened at Y/N’s sudden burst of emotional strength.

“Y/N, you just found out you were Sam’s side chick, and you don’t care?” Jeff inquired, genuinely confused as to what was going on with Y/N’s emotions.

“It’s okay to be sad, love. And utterly fuming with anger. I must admit, this situation wouldn’t be as dire if it were someone else, but it’s you,” Keith added. Jim just sat in silence. He didn’t know what to say. His message destroyed Y/N’s heart and her innocence.

“I am sad, but if this ‘thing’ went on any longer, I’d probably be even more devastated. You saved me from a lot more unnecessary heartbreak, so thank you, Jim,” Y/N said. Her tone sounded completely numb.

“How are you gonna tell Sam?” Keith asked Y/N.

She exhaled deeply. “I don’t know. It wouldn’t be fair of me to lash out on him before being on national television.”

“How can you care about fairness? Don’t you realize what this man has done to you?” Jeff asked, anger interlaced in his voice.

“Yes, Jeff. I do,” Y/N replied stoically, “And I’ll be fine, really. Let’s just forget about it, okay? I’m just lucky to be here, watching you perform. What song are you playing again?” Y/N tried to change the subject, but on the inside she was in deep agony and pain. She poured all of this time and emotion and her body into this cute musician boy, just to realize she didn’t matter.

“‘Shapes of Thi—’” Keith began quietly.

Jeff cut him off. “Y/N, I seriously refuse to believe you’re okay. Please, just let me help y—” he started.

“Jeff! I’m fine! Seriously,” Y/N raised her voice a little, annoyed at the nagging.

“But you seem—” Jim began, barely perceptible.

“Oh my God, Jim, I’m fine!” Y/N shouted. “I don’t care. It’s done, it’s over.”

The three men sat in silence after Y/N’s sudden outburst of anger, which was very out of character for her. She quickly realized what she had done.

“I’m so sorry for lashing out on you guys. That was uncalled for, it’s not your fault. I’m gonna go to the loo, excuse me,” she said quickly, walking out of the scene before anyone could call after her.

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Y/N stayed in the bathroom for all of rehearsals, and she finally reemerged right before the broadcast was about to start, looking as fresh as she did when she got there. It was as if the news was never even brought to her attention.

She refused to make eye contact with Paul through the entire performance, even though it was apparent that he tried to get her attention with his eyes. Chris was just confused that she wouldn’t even dare to glance at Paul. Just a little trouble in paradise that he didn’t know about maybe?

After the show and when the band went offstage, Jeff went back into the crowd to check on Y/N and brought her backstage.

“You have to confront him,” Jeff pleaded.

“I don’t want to,” Y/N whined.

“You have to, or else he’ll bloody win! You don’t want that, and I sure as hell don’t want that for you either! He is the one at fault. You have every right to fuck him up for it.”

Jeff’s little speech gave her an impulsive boost of confidence.

“Fine. I’ll do it. Get everyone out of the room, though,” Y/N stated firmly, beginning to march down the hallway behind Jeff.

Momentarily, Jeff went into the room and rounded up Keith, Jim, and Chris, and filed them down the hallway into another room orderly.

As Y/N was about to enter the room, Jeff whispered in her ear, “Good luck, kid. Knock ‘em dead.” Y/N smiled at Jeff before entering the room and closing the door behind her.

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Paul warmly smiled at Y/N as she entered the room.

“Hello, love,” he said gently, “how did you enjoy the show?”

Y/N painted on the most genuine smile she could force. “It was...almost perfect.”

Paul’s eyebrow quirked as he smiled in a confused way. “Why almost?”

“I don’t think rehearsals went as well as I had planned,” Y/N replied smoothly.

“Why? Did something bad happen to you? You’re speaking in riddles, dear.”

“Oh, I apologize,” Y/N snickered, “it’s actually so funny that you bring up riddles, because that seemed to be the exact problem at hand.”

“What does that mean? Did someone tell you something you couldn’t figure out?” Paul chuckled, “You’re confusing me.”

“I figured out that you would be going home to your wife next week.”

All the colour from Paul’s face was drained in a millisecond, and his originally jovial expression was gone. It was as if someone punched him in the gut.

“Who...who told you?” he asked, panicked.

Y/N was taken aback. “I find out I’m your side-chick and you have the audacity to ask who told me? Not an ‘I’m so sorry that I lied to you and broke your heart, Y/N’?”

Paul huffed. “And you expect me to just keep my composure when someone of your gravity walks into the room for the first time? I really am sorry, Y/N, I truly, truly am, but—”

Y/N’s calm and quiet demeanor had left the building at that point. She was mad. Really mad.

“But what? You tell me how in love you are with me, and how I’m your one and only forever, just to realize that I didn’t matter? I’m going to be eighteen years old in March. Eighteen. What do I know about love? Nothing, absolutely nothing. And you chose to take full advantage of my emotional vulnerability.”

“But you did matter. You’re so special to me, Y/N. Don’t you understand that?”

“Don’t you understand that you have a wife? You never loved me. I was never special to you. I was just another fling. But you won’t admit it to yourself.”

“The life of a travelling musician is extremely difficult, Y/N, and you don’t get that,” Paul said severely.

“And that shouldn’t be used as an excuse. You know what? We’re done. Whatever this ‘thing’ is, is over. I wish you the best,” Y/N concluded as she walked out the door and sternly shut it.

The nightmare was over and Y/N was a free agent.

Before she could debrief about her experience with any of the other Yardbirds, Y/N left the venue, caught the first taxi home, ran up into her room, and cried herself to sleep.

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22 April 1966

Y/N found recovery time and solace in those two months without Paul. She didn’t go to any Yardbirds gigs, but she sporadically met up with Jeff, Keith, Jim, and Chris at a pub or restaurant to catch up over a meal and drinks. Chris had recently mentioned to her that they were playing in London on the 22nd, and if she felt comfortable, she could attend for free and get backstage to hang out.

Y/N said she’d have to think about it, but she’d definitely consider it.

She had realized over the course of two months that she was not truly in love with Paul. Yes, she fancied him, but she must’ve mistaken the feeling of being genuinely in love with the person for being in love with the situation. Y/N concluded that this relationship was the equivalent of living out one’s childhood dreams of a romance with their schoolgirl crush.

She decided that she was retired from dating for a long time, especially because of how this shitshow ended, but a miniscule piece of her wondered when and how she’d meet her other half.

In the afternoon on the day of the show, which was to be played at the Wimbledon Palais, Y/N made the reckless decision to take a trip down to the Yardbirds’ hotel, but not for the reason you might expect.

Y/N never got the chance to thank Jim McCarty for coming clean about Paul’s infidelity to his wife by “dating” her, and to formally apologize for ripping him at the Ready, Steady, Go! rehearsals. She felt bad for being so dismissive of him, because he was always so nice to her and apparently seemed to care more about her wellbeing than Paul ever did.

Y/N stood on the platform of the train station anxiously, meticulously scheming in her mind about what she would say to Jim to truly and genuinely express her gratitude. She thought about how the encounter would go all the way to London, and all the way on her walk to the hotel.

When she arrived at the hotel, she greeted the concierge, and took the elevator to what she believed to be the Yardbirds’ floor. She took an educated guess as to which room Jim’s would be, just by what she had seen in past times. Y/N took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

When the door opened, she realized that in her best interest, her guess was correct.

“Hi,” she greeted breathily, her fingers interlaced together in front of her timidly.

“Hi,” Jim smiled. After a short moment of awkward silence, he continued, “Um, what are you doing here? Not that it’s a bad thing, which it’s not, but…” he trailed off.

“I just wanted to tell you something that I think needed to be said in-person,” Y/N said quickly.

Jim raised his eyebrows in surprised delight. “Oh, okay.” He moved out of the way of the doorframe so Y/N could enter the room, then shut the door gently behind her. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he chuckled, “make yourself at home.”

Y/N smiled and thanked him graciously, but shyly, as she sat down at a small couch at the edge of the bed. Jim was quick to follow her actions.

Y/N took a deep breath before beginning, “I just wanted to thank you for informing me about Paul in February. I know, it’s been a really long time since then… but I’ve needed some time to myself to think and refocus and recuperate, y’know?”

Jim just laughed. “You came all the way here to thank me? That’s so nice of you. You didn’t need to do that.”

Y/N grinned. “I don’t know, I felt this obligation for some reason. And in addition, I wanted to apologize for lashing out at you as well. I was just shell-shocked, I guess, and I unfairly took it out on you and Jeff.”

“If I forgave you then, I’ll still forgive you now,” Jim smiled, “don’t sweat it. In all honesty, I was surprised at how well you took the news.”

“I just wanted to be as calm and composed as possible,” Y/N blushed, “but obviously I didn’t get very far, did I?” Jim laughed at Y/N’s little jab at herself.

“Well, you’re so quiet, at least you showed a piece of your inner self that night,” Jim teased. Y/N just beamed at him.

“You know, since I owe you, now… I guess I just need to live a little, y’know? I have this introverted shell I need to break out of someday, and I might as well start now,” Y/N offered with a chuckle. “So, with that being said, let me do something for you. Anything you want.”

“Oh no, that’s too much. You didn’t even cause me any grief,” Jim retaliated playfully, “thank you, Y/N, but I think you’re overthinking this whole situation.”

“Please,” she continued with a pleading voice, “I feel awful, and plus, if it makes you feel better, you’ll be helping me clear my conscience. Jim, I’ll do anything you want, no matter how crazy… I’ll take you jet-skiing, I’ll ride on a bike in a bikini when the temperature is below freezing, I’ll clean your kitchen… anything you want me to do, I will do.”

Jim grinned at the bizarre options Y/N gave him before contemplating her invocation for a moment. Anything, huh?

“Kiss me.”

“You said you'd do anything, no matter how crazy, yes?” Y/N didn't get a chance to finish, as Jim interrupted her with a hand at her wrist, and a flinty look in his eyes, that gazed right into hers.

“I did.”

“Well,” Jim continued, stepping ever-closer to the young woman in front of him. She looked just as beautiful as she always had, if not more. Jim was convinced she was perfect, and wanted to protect her. To treat her right, the way she deserved. “You could get on your knees, in front of me.”

Kneeling down on the carpeted floor, Y/N looked up at him through her eyelashes, and the glint in her eyes made his knees weak. She looked almost shy, and he couldn't help but send a comforting smile her way.

“Have you done this before, Y/N?”

She shook her head at this, and looked down, almost embarrassed. Jim, heart pounding in his chest in anticipation, reached out a hand to lift her head. Her eyes held trust, and a hint of nervousness, but her lips quirk up in a smile, her cheeks flushing.

“I’ll walk you through it, love.” The sound of a belt clinking to the floor reached Y/N’s ears, zipper following suit, and she couldn’t help the way she almost thrummed with anticipation. Her parents had warned her against exactly this type of thing. Musicians were, according to her parents, a fickle breed, who only wanted her for her looks and body. It hurt to think of it now, when Jim was being nothing but a gentleman to her. She wanted to break out of her shell, and maybe this was the way to do it.

Y/N looks to Jim and sees him exposed, fully hard now, and her cheeks erupt into shades of rosy pink. He was big, much bigger than she would have expected, and she smiled up at him.

“Okay, love. Open your mouth.” Y/N opened her mouth, sinking it over his tip, which elicits a strained moan, full of pleasure. His hand landed in Y/N’s hair, fingers clenching gently around the tresses. The light tug Y/N felt only spurred her on.

“That’s incredible, princess. Now, try and circle your tongue. You’re doing so well.”

Y/N did as she’s told, and it’s like a spell was put over the man. He craned his head back, neck bared, as soft whimpers fell past his lips. Growing more confident, knowing now what he liked, she let her teeth rake over him lightly, which worked more moans from him, almost breathless in his euphoria.

With a murmured “fuck,” he comes, Y/N’s name the only thing on his lips. She slowly released him from her mouth, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she stood. Jim, leaning up against the wall, was in bliss, heaving breaths and ruffling Y/N’s hair as she approached.

“That was… you're perfect, princess. Absolutely perfect.”

Y/N laughs, smile nearly splitting her cheeks, and she pressed even closer, pressing her lips to his in a soft, content embrace. She could taste the sweat on his lips, and she couldn't help but think that she could definitely get used to this feeling.

Jim revelled in the feel of her soft lips against his, and he was struck by the thought that this is exactly where he’s supposed to be. He’s where he wants to be, beside Y/N.

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flooffybits · 4 years

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Idol: Blackpink

Anon: Hi, can I request a BP scenario where the 5th member who is the youngest one is struggling with getting a lot of hate and starts to feel like she’s not good enough to be in BP and starts distancing herself please?

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You did your best with keeping your eyes straight ahead despite the feeling of your manager looking at you while sitting at the driver’s seat.

Even though he was driving, you could tell that he was watching you from the corner of his eye and the way he fidgeted next to you was a clear indication that he wanted to say something.

“Oppa, I’m fine.” You decide to end his squirming, but your words only made his frown deepen and a sigh passed his lips. “Are you really? You aren’t usually this quiet.” He states in a knowing tone, but you ignore it the best you can and shrug the comment off. “I’m just tired. You know that we were busy.”

You understood his worries, however, because aside from burning yourself out from all the schedules and practices, you’ve been receiving some not so pleasant words from people all over the world.

Being part of one of South Korea’s biggest girl groups, of course everyone would be watching you and of course they had something to say about you simply because of how you looked or how you acted.

Recently though, due to a hangout with other idol friends, people were quick to make up theories about how you rarely spend time with your members and that you’re often with other people instead. While actual fans did defend you, it hurt when a lot of Blinks were the source of the hate comments you were receiving.

“You know that what they say isn’t true. Just because you’re in a group doesn’t mean you have to confine yourself with only the girls. You’re allowed to have friends.” Your manager reminded you when he dropped you off at the dorm and you offered him a small smile. “Thank you, oppa.”

Exiting the vehicle, you slowly walked into the dorm, your feet dragging against the concrete floor while you kept your head down, hands stuffed in your jacket’s pockets due to the cold weather.

Upon reaching the door, you could already hear the sound of Lisa and Jennie screaming from the other side, probably the latter messing around again. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on your lips, but that didn’t last long as you let out a breath and finally unlocked the door to enter, putting your shoes away before quietly walking to your room.

“Y/n! How was the shoot?” Jisoo called out when she heard the door open, pausing her game just so she could look at you. You ended up stopping by your bedroom door to look at her and flashed a quick smile. “It was fun.” You said simply. “I saw Yeri and-”

Before you could say more about your day, Chaeyoung had popped up from her room, squealing as she held her phone out. “Unnie! You have to see this!” She announced and, just like that, Jisoo’s attention was whisked away, making the corner of your lips turn downwards before you decided to just freshen up and stay in bed.

“I wanna see, too!” You heard Lisa yell right when you closed the door gently behind you. Even when you wanted to distract yourself from your members, the ruckus outside and the volume of their voices was just too loud that you felt as though they were mocking you for not being a part of their fun.

Of course, you had nothing against your members. You loved and cherished them deeply. But there were instances where you felt as though you weren’t really part of the circle.

You may work in the same group, but it felt as though you were working with strangers now, compared to when you first debuted. They were often all together while you had to be a few steps behind.

It wasn’t their intention. You know that for a fact because there are still times that Jennie comes to cuddle with you when she wakes up in the morning. Chaeyoung still goes to you when she receives a gift that she finds really adorable. Jisoo is always cooking for you and making sure that you’re healthy, and Lisa still looks at you with the same fond smile on her face whenever you’re together.

But why on earth did it feel like you were never really part of the group anymore? Why did it seem like it that even strangers point out that there’s a gap between you and the four of them?

While staring at yourself in the mirror, you wipe away the lone tear that managed to force itself down your face before you proceeded to clean up and take off your makeup.

After you got changed in more comfortable clothing, you let yourself fall on the bed, letting out a grunt in the process. With your arms extended to your sides, you stared up at the ceiling, thinking back on your relationship with the other four girls and the comments people had about you.

It was unhealthy, which was why you were often reminded not to read them. But there were times that they would slip and like any other person, they still hurt you despite pretending that you’ve never noticed them. And when more of them started to come up, the more difficult it was for you to ignore.

After getting fed up with all the rumors and comments, you’ve just shut everything about the subject out, thus removing yourself from your members just so you could numb out the pain of what everyone was telling you.

The sound of your phone buzzing again made your heart drop because you were already anticipating what it was due to what you received today. But it didn’t change the fact that it left a bitter taste in your mouth when you saw the few more texts people have sent your way on Instagram.

“Give me a break.” You muttered before carelessly tossing your phone aside and grabbing a pillow to place on your head. Shutting your eyes tight, you do your best to keep any sound from escaping your lips while you wept against your pillow.

“Where’s Y/n?” Jennie asked after she finished setting the table and finally took a seat. “In her room, I think. She hasn’t left since she came home.” Jisoo replied while frowning and setting her phone down on the table.

“Can someone call her? She’s probably hungry by now.” The rapper requested and Lisa was already on her feet and skipping over to your room, humming as she did.

And while waiting, the other three just stayed at the table and Chaeyoung played with her spoon. “Y/n has been really busy recently.” She suddenly commented, making the other two look over at her. “We’re celebrities. I think it’s understandable that she’s busy.” Jennie replied confusedly, but the silver haired woman shook her head. “No, I mean, she spends a lot of time outside. We rarely get to spend time together unless we all have a schedule together. But even then, she still feels... I don’t know.”

Jisoo glances back to the direction of your room, spotting Lisa walking back. “Where's maknae?” She notices that the smile the Thai woman previously wore was no longer present, so naturally, her worry set in when there was no sight of you on top of that.

“She’s sleeping.” Lisa mumbled while taking a seat and Chaeyoung glanced at the two with the same look she had earlier. “Did something happen?” She couldn’t help but ask and Lisa nibbles on her lower lip before running her fingers through her short hair. “Well, when I went to check on her, I thought she was just pretending to ignore me.” She explained, her lips pursed together. “When I took her pillow, she really was sleeping but... she looked like she was crying.” She finally says and Jennie sat upright.

“Crying?” She demanded, her protective instincts coming to light when Lisa confirmed that you were, in fact, crying. “She looked so tired, so I didn’t wake her up to ask.” She added and the four of them looked to each other, silently wondering what could be the source of your sadness.

As they started to eat, none of them could think of any possible reasons for you to be crying. You’ve always displayed yourself as a bright and happy go lucky person. It was one of the traits fans loved about you that they considered you to be Blackpink’s happy pill.

Even during the times they cried on stage, you were seen smiling at your unnies and comforting them. The time Jennie cried on tour, you were quick to cheer her up, wrapping your arms around her and playfully dancing with her that she eventually started to smile again even though she cried enough to stain your shirt with a bit of her makeup. Even when Chaeyoung cried at the concert in Australia, you were already waiting for her backstage with open arms.

While you were the youngest among all of you, they had to admit that they’ve never really seen you cry. Maybe they’ve caught you teary eyed in one of your birthday surprises, but that was it.

Suddenly, Jennie’s phone vibrated, drawing everyone’s attention as she answered the call. “Yeri, what’s up?” She asked but hearing more of the girl’s words had ended up making her brows pinch together and her expression seemed to drop even more. “No, she’s just sleeping. Lisa checked on her a while ago.” She replied, quickly checking on the others, spotting them all waiting for her to finish.

“What? No, I haven’t checked anything yet.” She bit her lip before sighing. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll try to talk to her when she’s up.” She nodded even though she knows the other couldn’t see her. “Thank you. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

“What did Yeri say?” Lisa asked and Jennie quickly opened up the app to check on the post the Red Velvet member told her about. Since she hasn’t really logged in for a while, she didn’t know what was happening.

And it looked like the others did, too.

When the comments section finally showed up, they could clearly see that Jennie wasn’t happy by what was on there. But since they didn’t know what she was looking at, they grew a bit impatient.

“Yah! What is is?” Jisoo asked and Jennie let out a huff as she exited the app and locked her phone. “People are such assholes, I swear.” She muttered and while leaning back against the chair. “They’ve been talking about Y/n not being a part of Blackpink, again.”

Chaeyoung and Lisa’s face scrunch up in displeasure while Jisoo scowls. “They’re doing this again?” She scoffed before checking on the comments for herself, wondering just how bad they were this time around.

“But Y/n wasn’t like this before?” It sounded much more like a question instead of a statement and Lisa leaned her head back when she let out a breath. “Or she was already bothered by it but didn’t want to tell us about it.”

“Why would she do that?” Chaeyoung countered, clearly confused.

“Because she doesn’t want us to worry, obviously.” Jennie responded before she stood up. “Where are you going?” Jisoo asked worriedly when she saw the look that was present on the brunette’s face.

Though she was also worried, she didn’t want Jennie to be disrupting your sleep over this issue, knowing full well that you needed to rest after a long day.

“I’m just going to my room, think stuff through.” She replied without turning to look at them. “Can you clean up for me?” The girls understood why Jennie was asking the way she did. She looked after you like an actual older sister even when you were only younger than Lisa by a couple months.

Looking back at the comments on the group’s official page, she had to grit her teeth when she saw all the horrible and nasty comments “fans” have left on the most recent post.

How could they call you all of that when you were nothing but an absolute sweetheart that made her and the girls smile? And thinking back on what Lisa’s said, she couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty that she made you think that you couldn’t let your own guard down just because you were the one holding all of them together.

When she saw people saying Blackpink would be better off without you, she felt tears prick at her eyes just at the thought of not having you around. God, were you thinking of leaving?

She knows that there are idols who end up leaving their groups because of hate.

At that thought, Jennie shot up from her bed and she was quickly making her way across the hall and into your room, bumping into Jisoo on the way there and catching her off guard.

“You said to leave her alone.” Jisoo shrugged her shoulders in response. “I just went to check. I didn’t wake her up.” She answers before pointing over her shoulder where the rest of the maknae line was placing some blankets on the airbeds you all kept somewhere in case you had some friends over.

“You can take the bed. The three of us are staying on the floor, so don’t worry.” Releasing the breath she didn’t know she was holding, the younger one nodded and smiled gratefully before she’s fully entering the room and then making her way over to your bed.

Chaeyoung and Lisa had their heads rested at the edge of your bed, just quietly watching you with sad eyes, almost resembling lost puppies who were looking for their owner. Jennie would have laughed at the sight, but when she noticed your tired face, it reminded her on why she came here in the first place.

“You think we can convince management in taking a break?” Chaeyoung asks softly when she was gently tracing the side of your face with the tips of her fingers, being careful as to not wake you and Lisa rests her chin against her arm. “At the rate we’re at now, I don’t think it’s too far off.” She mumbled quietly when Jennie laid beside you.

Her arm automatically wrapped around your waist and even when with the fact that you were asleep, your body was quick in reacting to her touch as you turned to your side and nuzzled into her when Chaeyoung withdrew her hand.

Seeing you look so drained had pained their hearts because they had hoped to look after you since you were the youngest, but it turned out being the complete opposite where they were even unaware of the things you were going through.

Looking at your slightly smaller frame curled up to her, Jennie let out a sigh as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’ll be alright, little angel. We’re going to take care of you.” She whispered softly before pulling you further into her.

The next morning, you were surprised to wake up to someone next to you. At first, it made you panic, but the moment your eyes opened, you had calmed significantly to see Jennie’s sleeping face.

But that didn’t make the situation any less confusing.

Moving from under her arm, you lifted your upper body to look around for your phone, only to be, once again, startled when you saw the other three of your group fast asleep on the floor.

Lisa’s legs were draped over both Jisoo and Chaeyoung despite not being in the middle and you wonder how Chaeyoung was comfortable with having both that and then Jisoo’s arm around her neck.

“Don’t go.” Jennie’s muffled groan causes you to look back at her. With her face scrunched up and the way her arm tightened around you, you worry that she may be having a bad dream. But her eyes open right before you decided to wake her and she pulls you back into her.

“Don’t go, Y/n. I need you here.” She whispered and you’re extremely bewildered by her sudden clingy nature. Though she is typically clingy in the morning, she’s never been this clingy where she would actually force you to stay in bed.

“But don’t we have to work?” You asked her. Her response is a huff before her other hand was already guiding your head to her chest, allowing you to hear the steady beat of her heart. “Later. Right now, I need you here.”

It was going to be a bit of struggle getting you to open up about everything, but at the moment, Jennie wants you to know that you’re wanted and needed. If not the company, then by her and the girls.

She was going to let you know that she wasn’t going to let you go so easily. Because even when you haven’t said anything, after she realized the steps you were taking in pulling away from them, there was already a forming doubt inside of you.

And she and the girls would do whatever it takes to get rid of it.

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Fly High! || Kageyama x Fem!Reader || Part 6

Summary: Exams at Karasuno are finally finished. While you talk about exam results with Hinata and Kageyama, he notices something you’ve recently found out and the two of you grow a little closer now that he’s found out your little secret. Then fast forward to the training camp, you reunite with old friends and for old time’s sake, play a small game with them.

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Fem!Reader

Genre: Rom-Com, Slice of Life, Sports

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~3.4k

Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay everyone! I had a pretty busy weekend but part 6 is finally here! Thank you for reading and I appreciate any interaction that these parts receive. I hope you enjoy the update! As always, it’ll be cross-post on AO3! Stay hydrated lovelies! <3

Taglist: @misnmatchedsox @monviemoo @love-beyond-words

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 5.5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Masterlist

The relieved sighs and voices of students echoed through Karasuno High as the student body wrapped up exams. The volleyball club was reaching its goal through donations thanks to the posters that you had made and posted up throughout the school and town. It first started off with just Kageyama and Hinata but then the rest of the team pestered you into making posters of them too. This only happened because Nishinoya had tagged along on your weekend photoshoot and ever since he saw the way you captured the two of them on camera, your best friend constantly bugged you to do one for him. When you guys got to practice, the rest of the team overheard his complaining and they all ganged up on her. You gave in when they all came together and gave you the cutest pouting faces you’ve ever seen with the exception of Kageyama and Tsukishima. Kageyama was minding his own business since he already got his photo taken while Tsukishima just scoffed but still met her gaze before shrugging as if to say ‘It’s up to you if you want to include me or not.’ In the end, the following weekend ended up being a whole photoshoot with the team to highlight all of their specialties as well as a team photo before getting the rest of the posters printed.

Although exams had ended, it was another practice day for the boys and Shimizu had pulled you away for a moment so the boys could get ready for their welcoming surprise for you. Word had spread that you were officially going to be their manager through Tanaka who couldn’t wait to share the news in the team’s group chat after he overheard you talking to Takeda after school earlier that week about your final decision. After gathering water for the boys, you were back in the gym and found that the team had lined up by the door to greet you. Shimizu joined the boys as Daichi walked up to stand next to you to make the official announcement.

“So, we’ve finished our exams, and starting today, (L/N)-san will officially be one of our team managers.”

You gave everyone a small smile as Shimizu walked up to you with your team jacket.

“Here.” she said.

Everyone watched as you held up the jacket in front of them before hugging it to your chest. They all gave you bright smiles with Tsukishima and Kageyama nodding their heads at you. Daichi ruffled your hair before leading the chant for everyone.

“Ready and…”

“Welcome to the Karasuno High School Volleyball Club!” they cheered.

With teary eyes and a new found determination, you bowed and exclaimed, “It’s a pleasure to work with you!”

“ALRIGHT! (Y/N)-CHAN IS BACK IN THE GAME!” Tanaka cheered as he stripped off his shirt and began to wave it around. Hinata and Nishinoya joined in on his cheers as the third years walked up to you.

“We’re looking forward to seeing what you’ll bring to the table, kiddo.” Asahi smiled and patted your head before grabbing his water bottle.

“I knew you’d say yes, (Y/N)-chan.” Sugawara said and gave you a hug.

“We wouldn’t have it any other way.” Daichi finished as Shimizu nodded her head and patted your shoulders.

“Now all that’s left is the boys’ test results.” you murmured as you watched the boys begin their practice.

“(L-L/N)-san…”

You looked up from your cellphone to find Hinata and Kageyama approaching you in the classroom. You weren’t going to lie, you were nervous to find out their test results because Nishinoya had already texted you that he and Tanaka barely managed to pass. You could only sigh as you read their expressions and put your phone in your bag to listen to what they had to say.

“Trust me when I said we really tried our best! We didn’t mean for this to happen!” Hinata pouted as he slowly slid his results towards you.

Then you looked at Kageyama who silently looked down in frustration and slid his exam towards you as well. Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and flipped both of the exams over. Hinata ended up getting 21 and Kageyama received a 38 and before you could think properly, you let your head fall to your desk. A loud thud was heard and you could feel your soul slowly leaving your body.

“(L/N)-san?!” they exclaimed.

‘I had such high hopes for them…’ you internally cried, ‘Wait a minute-’.

Looking through their exams once more, you clicked your tongue and whacked Hinata on the arm.

“HI. NA. TA. All of your answers were correct but you filled in all your answers off by one!” you hissed and he held his palms together to bow his head.

“Once I realized it, there wasn’t enough time to fix it!” he pouted.

You huffed then shifted your attention to Kageyama’s exam. After skimming through his answers, you pinched the bridge of your nose before handing their exams back to them. “Kageyama-kun, you need to stop having tunnel vision when it comes to studying...it seemed to be all comprehension rather than memorization…’

“...At least I tried and got a perfect score in Kanji... “ he muttered in defeat.

You took a deep breath and mentally reassured yourself that they couldn’t become textbook geniuses over night. Lifting up your head, you gave them an encouraging smile and shrugged. “There’s always next time, right? And if it helps you feel better, since you guys only failed one part of your exams, you should be able to make it to Tokyo in the afternoon. Usually the first exam is in the morning and if you have any other parts you need to work on, it goes on throughout the day.”

Their eyes widened in realization but also paused for a bit to notice the small red mark on your forehead.

“(L/N)-san, your head…” Hinata said as he pointed towards the small injury.

You laughed and touched it, only to wince slightly and Kageyama sighed. Taking out the second carton of milk he got for himself from his bag, he silently gave it to you and motioned towards your head.

“You idiot, you didn’t have to react like that and now you might have a bruise. Noya-senpai is going to kill us if he found out we were the reason for that.”

You took the carton of milk out of his grasp and smiled in thanks as Hinata quickly read the mood change and realized what was going on. He knew that the three of you were growing close as friends because of the daily study sessions and constant chats during practice, but he didn’t think that Kageyama would catch an interest in you. Smiling to himself, he watched as Kageyama huffed and you chuckled in response before placing the cold drink against your head.

“...idiot.” he murmured before walking away.

“Yeah, yeah Kageyama-kun. Thank you for actually caring about me.” you replied in a sing-song tone and waved him goodbye as he walked out of the classroom.

“Say...do you have a crush on Kageyama, (L/N)-san?”

You jumped in surprise and let out a small ‘eek’ as Hinata smiled cheekily. He grabbed a chair that was near him and turned it around so he could rest his arms on top of the backrest. You puffed out your cheeks and wearily eyed the orange haired boy in front of you. Swinging his legs back and forth, he waited for you to say something. You didn’t expect for Hinata to catch on so quickly. But it wasn’t like he was actually right about it, you just weren’t sure what to think of Kageyama. There was something about having this unspoken understanding with each other that you haven’t had with anyone else. You had only recently noticed this after he had picked up his notebook. No one was able to relate to how your mind worked whenever it came to volleyball and yet Kageyama easily saw through the façade you put up to cope with the mental stress that came along with your injury. Was it a crush? You weren’t sure, but with the constant presence of him in your mind, maybe Hinata was right after all.

“I wouldn’t say it’s a crush...He’s someone that I think I can get along with very easily…” you muttered in thought.

“It’s okay to admit that you have a crush on him, he is pretty good looking even if he does come off as scary.” Hinata snickered.

“I don’t know yet, it’s too early to tell Hinata.” you retorted and rolled your eyes, taking out your notebook for the next lecture. ‘Damn it, Hinata is sharper than I thought...’ you observed and tried to distract yourself.

“You haven’t flat out denied it, (L/N)-san. Plus you can keep a secret with me! I can help you out with him too!”

“HI. NA. TA.” you threatened and he sheepishly smiled when you held your arm up to whack him again.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but tease! I just have never seen Kageyama react like that with someone so I was just curious.” He quickly said while laughing with his hands held up.

You sighed and busied yourself by twirling your pencil, “Who knows?”

“What about this then to change the subject?” Hinata asked.

You looked at him from the corner of your eyes as he smiled at you. “Since I might be the first one to figure out your little secret, let’s call each other by our first names!”

You hummed in thought since you did feel immediately closer to Hinata after you first met. It also helped that you were the same age and you didn’t really have that many friends in your class. After taking a couple of moments to think about it, you smiled and nodded to his words. It felt good to grow close to someone like this again.

“Sure, Shoyo!” you happily replied.

Hinata cheered as the bell rang and he sprang up from his seat to get back to his class on time. “I’ll see you at practice then, (F/N)!”

You stretched your arms as you stepped away from doing meal prep with the rest of the managers. The team had arrived in Tokyo earlier that morning and had been introduced to the members that were on Nekoma. You laughed at the fan club that Shimizu had garnered but wasn’t surprised when their attention went towards you. Nishinoya and Tanaka did their best to act as your bodyguards when they went over towards the gym where the camp would be taking place. Once the boys were in their zone, you found it nice to be surrounded by the other female managers and joking with them. The girls all ended up making a group chat to keep each other in the loop for the schedule and with the promise of continuing on once the camp finishes.

You looked at your phone to see that the boys should be arriving soon, although you were worried about Hinata and Kageyama’s safety after finding out it was Tanaka’s sister who was driving them. Hinata had texted you once they had finished and he told you that Tanaka asked Saeko to help out. Having your own experience with the older woman’s driving, you said a mental prayer for them. That woman really knew how to get to places and always cut the time by almost half of its original prediction.

It was break time for everyone and you needed some time away to recharge. Walking around the grounds, you let your mind wander before coming back to an empty gym. Going inside, you hummed to herself before stretching out your legs. Your knee still felt tight, but you recently had her last therapy session. Your therapist said that you should focus on restrengthening your knee before seriously thinking about going back to playing the sport. You grunted as you realized you couldn’t bend her leg as much as you could before and decided you could just serve some balls across the court.

“Oya?”

You turned around to find Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kuroo walking into the gym after doing a couple of serves.

“Oya, oya?” Bokuto asked as they looked at you.

“Oya, oya, oya.” Kuroo continued before smiling at you.

“Ah, Kou-kun! Tetsu-kun!” You smiled and they ran towards you at the same time, lifting you up in their arms for a huge hug.

“You goddamn giants, put me down!” you giggled.

“I didn’t think you’d come back to the scene.” Bokuto smiled as he ushered Akaashi to join them.

“I didn’t think I would either but I guess here I am.” you snorted and gave him a fist bump.

“Well it’s good to see you back, chibi-chan.” Kuroo added as he patted your head.

“This is Akaashi by the way, he’s a setter on our team.”

You smiled at Akaashi who gave you a wave and Kuroo walked off to pick up the ball. He smirked and tossed the ball towards you who caught it with ease.

“How about a small rally, for old time’s sake?”

Bokuto immediately brightened up and began to drag Akaashi to the other side of the court. “We’ll go against you guys!”

“You gotta take it easy on me you guys.” You said and gave them an exasperated look.

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at you when you walked up to him and snickered. “You say that, but your eyes tell a different story. You want to tear Bokuto apart on the court again.”

Bokuto pouted and said, “Hey, that’s so mean (Y/N)-chan! Either way, we’ll still beat you, HAHAHA.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and went towards the serving line without any objection. “What I’m saying is that you both tend to play on very intense levels. You need to tone it down because I’m still, oh I don’t know, crippled.”

“Hey that’s nothing to joke about, chibi-chan.”

“Whatever Tetsu-kun, let’s just get at it, shall we?” you smirked.

“Oh and there she is, ladies and gentlemen. (L/N) (F/N) back in the game, oh how we’ve missed the Firecracker.” Bokuto playfully announced.

“Yeah, yeah.” you murmured before bouncing the ball up in the air for a jump serve.

At this point the four members on the court zoned in on their fun game when the others of the camp started filing back into the gym to continue the mock tournament. They watched as the small and agile girl who was only (x) centimeters tall kept up with some of the best players in the prefecture. Your friends that have seen you play smiled in pride as they finally got to see the specific smile you had whenever you’re on the court while those who haven’t seen you play were surprised at your skill. What not many people knew was that you had gone to the same Youth Camp as Kuroo and Bokuto and that’s how you became friends with each other. Your father lived in Tokyo and you stayed with him during the summers where he signed you up for volleyball. Ever since that day, it was the start of your journey with the beloved sport.

The coaches called for the game to stop so they could get back to schedule and it was tied between the four of them. It was Bokuto’s turn to serve and you gave Kuroo a signal. He smirked and just as Bokuto served the ball, Kuroo let you take the game to its end. You quickly dived for the ball and hit it towards Kuroo who set it up in the air for you. Running towards the other side, you bit your lip and ignored the pinch in your knee as you jumped and spiked the ball right in the middle of Bokuto’s arms as they tried to block you. The gym watched in awe as the ball hit the ground and you let yourself fall onto your back. Slowly, the bystanders began to clap as Bokuto and Kuroo screamed in joy and ran towards you to help you up. Akaashi looked at you in awe as they surrounded you and the court began to fill in with teams to resume practice.

“You still got it!” Bokuto cheered before picking you up in a hug and spinning you around.

“That was some one of the most fun sets I’ve played in a while. Let’s play again this weekend if we can.” Kuroo grinned before ruffling your hair and meeting up with his team.

“You were amazing, (L/N)-san. We’ll see you around.” Akaashi complimented before bowing and dragging Bokuto towards their respective team as well.

You laughed and turned to look at Karasuno who was just staring at you in awe. Meeting the gaze of your best friend and still riding the high of adrenaline that you loved so much, you gave him a thumbs up and the brightest smile you’ve had in a while. Nishinoya took in a deep breath as he held in his emotions and was about to run towards you when the doors of the gym bust wide open to see that the anticipated duo had finally arrived. Their determined eyes landed on their team and quickly ran over to only change their expression to see that they had missed something. Nishinoya muttered them a short greeting before jogging his way towards you to make sure you were alright and they looked at Sugawara for some answers.

The third year smiled and nodded towards your figure on the floor who was getting reprimanded by Nishinoya. You were laughing as Noya helped you stretch out your knee while yelling all of the things that could have gone wrong with that game. They looked back at you to see that you were sweating and your braid had slightly come undone. A volleyball sat snuggly in between your arms and Kageyama quickly put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“She played?!” he asked with wide eyes and HInata’s jaw dropped.

“And we missed it?!”

“There, there. Maybe this can serve as inspiration to pass next time.” Daichi laughed as he slung his arms over their shoulders.

“Who did (F/N)-chan play with?!” Hinata asked as they slowly made their way to their respective spot on the court.

‘(F/N)-chan…? Since when were they on a first name basis?’ Kageyama thought as he listened in on Sugarawa sharing the details with them.

“We came back into the gym because our break was over, only to find her playing with Kuroo-san, Bokuto-san, and Akaashi-san.”

“Eh?! She was able to play against those three?! Woah, (F/N)-chan you’re amazing! I can’t believe we missed it!” Hinata cried as he hurriedly ran up to you and pouted.

Kageyama was impressed and made his way towards the group to see how you were doing. Hinata had helped you up to your feet and you grabbed the carriers that held the team’s water bottled. You smiled at the both of them when Kageyama reached you and shrugged. “Maybe I’ll play with you guys soon, so don’t be too sad. To be honest, it was just a game on the whim. I wanted to serve by myself before anyone came and before I knew it, I got swept up in a mock two versus two with them.”

“How do you know them?” Yamaguchi asked as you smiled and passed him his water bottle.

“We went to the same youth camp when we were younger. Well...just Bokuto and Kuroo though, I just met Akaashi-san today.” Haya explained.

‘Just how good is her actual skill? If she played with Kuroo and Bokuto at a young age...I want to see her play.’ Kageyama sighed as he let his thoughts roam and grabbed his bottle out of the carrier.

Coach Ukai called over to them and he instantly knew it was time to get focused. He and Hinata were already late so it was time to make up for all the time that they missed. Kageyama would have to find out about your past later either from you or Nishinoya because curiosity was eating him up inside. He needed to know because of how much he’s heard. The strong were always on the court and there was a part of him that wanted to find out just how strong of a player you could be, especially growing up with one of the top players from Tokyo.

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hieludoboi · 4 years

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A List of Things I’d Like to do With You (Pt 2/9)

A/n- This is still going to be a lil sad, but not as bad. This first escapade isn’t that detailed, but lemme tell you, the next one, I plan on making people cry :3

Links to parts 1 and 3- Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

A/n- Ight I lied, the beginning of this is going to be pretty sad :(

This one was pretty long and for some reason took forever to write! But anyways, here’s your reminder to please send in requests, I love doing them and they always get my brain going!

Trigger Warnings- Vomit, blood, depictions of terminal illness, underage drinking, a little suggestive, cemetery, crying, just v sad, please proceed with caution :(

Pairing- Daichi/Fem!Reader

Summary- Though she was in pain, he had never known. Because her list had been made.

She felt numb. A routine appointment landed her in the hospital. Her stomach was coursing with this unimaginable pain, rippling from her abdomen up to her spine. Were stomach aches supposed to give you headaches? God this felt like the worst hangover of her life. As she groaned and curled up on the hospital bed, her body jolted forward. In an instant her mother was holding her hair back, her father holding a bag to her open mouth. She could feel the heaves rack her body, stripping her of oxygen, constricting her lungs and stomach.

She had stayed like that for what seemed like ages, her body hunched over a bag of sick while her mother rubbed her back. Her body trembled, face sickly and pale. When had it gotten this bad? When had it started? Why had she kept this to herself until now? What if it was terminal, what if it could have been treated if she came in when it had started.

Y/n managed to sob between heaves, her hands shaking as she wrapped her arms around her middle. Was it second year? Was that when the unimaginable stomach aches began? Or was that when her drastic weight loss began to eat away at her body? Y/n gagged as tightly squeezed her mother’s hand, the metallic taste of blood coating her mouth, the sounds of her mother’s cries ringing around her ears.

It all happened in a blur, the tests, the scans, the somber talks of treatments, and lifespan. It was stomach cancer, stage four, and terminal. While her parents sobbed, Y/n sat still. Terminal? Stomach cancer? How? Why? She was supposed to graduate this year, watch the boys go to finals, watch them win nationals. She still had to grow old with Daichi, get married, start a family where Suga was the godfather, and the second years the uncles. She still hadn’t gotten her first sip of alcohol, or done any drugs, she still hadn’t told Daichi that she loved him.

It wasn’t until her parents calmed down that she finally broke. She was going to die in 5 months, maybe sooner. How had she not noticed? She was getting thinner, her stomach pain had caused her to faint, she was vomiting every other day and could barely eat. How had she not noticed? Why did she put it off?

She went home that afternoon with a bag of medicines in her hand. There was no way they could treat it until it was gone, but they could give her medicine to keep the pain and symptoms at bay. Her mother entered the house with a dull look in her eyes, her father headed straight for their bedroom. It made her feel angry in a fucked up way. She was the one who was going to die, so why were they acting like they were going to die?

With teary eyes trudged to her room, gently sitting on the edge of her bed. There was still so much she wanted to do. So many escapades, and only five months to do them. She forced herself to smile when she sat at her desk. She was going to be happy these last few months. She was going to go to every game, she was going to hang out with Daichi every day, she was going to make a list of things she’s like to do with Daichi and complete it before her time came to an end. With a completed list, she looked towards the words at the bottom.

“Number eight. Get drunk with Daichi.” Y/n nodded her head as she read the first things off the list. She’d be damned if she left before getting properly shitfaced. The thought of getting drunk scared her just a little bit, but if she was Daichi, she was bound to be okay. No matter what, she was going to make sure that he made only good memories with her before she left.

Daichi had stared at his phone in amusement for about two minutes now. Y/n had sent him a photo of her posing in front of her mother’s liquor cabinet. She wanted to get shitfaced is what she told Daichi. Not expecting to actually get drunk, Daichi had made his way to her home. Living in the same neighborhood had come with major perks when it came to situations like these.

Daichi knew the type of person she was. In some way she was like Noya, a fiery, energetic, do now think later type of person. Still, knowing who she was could not prepare Daichi for the ungodly amount of bottles on the kitchen table. She was serious?

“You were serious?” Daichi stared at the table in disbelief before locking eyes with Y/n who had a closed-eyed grin on her face. “Y/n, I came to hang out, not get hammered. You’re going to turn eighteen in what, half a year? We can wait til then.” Daichi tried reasoning, but it was then that he saw this look cross her face in a fraction of a second.

Y/n could feel the breath get caught in her throat. If she were lucky, she could enjoy almost five whole months. The doctors were being generous, but it was more likely that she’d be gone in the next three months. Y/n bit her lip and looked at the table of liquor, hoping that he hadn’t caught the grim look that flashed across her face. She didn’t have enough time, but how could she explain that to him?

“Daichi, with the career I want, I won’t have time to get hammered! I want to be reckless and live my life while I can! I’m not going to wait until I’m thirty-seven with a stable job, a nice home, a big family, and a husband to act like I’m seventeen!” Daichi chuckled, shaking his head in amusement before joining her at the table stacked of liquor.

“Alright. I guess you’ve got a point. So, how are we doing this?” Daichi asked as he grabbed one of the glass bottles, opening it and taking a sniff before recoiling at the strong smell. Y/n giggled before grabbing the bottle from him and setting it back on the table.

“Easiest way is to play a drinking game! So let’s pick a show and set up some rules.” Daichi nodded, grinning at the ‘serious expression’ on her face. While she busied herself in finding a show and picking some rules, Daichi stayed in the kitchen, sifting through bottles and shot glasses. She was acting strange, something wasn’t right. She felt dim, a bit cold, and far too serious. Daichi bit his bottom lip, staring at the bottle of Bacardi that sat on the table before him. He was going to figure out what was wrong. He just had to figure out how.

“Daichi! You got the bottles picked out yet?” He jumped back a bit, her voice suddenly breaking him out of his thoughts. Quickly, he grabbed a random five bottles and two shot glasses that resembled cups more than shots. He set them on the coffee table, arranging them before sinking into the couch, his arm wrapping around Y/n’s waist, pulling her snug into his side. He watched with a smile as she cuddled into his side, a soft smile on her lips while she leaned into his touch.

He stared at her lips as she animatedly talked about the drinking game and the show she had picked out. Daichi heard none of it though, he was trapped by the movement of her soft lips, pleasantly focused on the little shine of light that her recently applied lip balm seemed to reflect. He could kiss her right now, hold her face in his hands, melt against her lips, be enveloped by the warmth and light her body endlessly created.

“Got it?” Daichi blinked, his eyes darting back up to see the silly smile spread across her face. Daichi could feel the blush begin to spread across his cheeks, but he ignored it, reciprocating a smile before filling up their shot glasses with some Jose Cuervo. “Ready?” Y/n had this glint in her eyes as she picked up her shot glass, her body buzzing with chaotic energy. Daichi nodded, picking up his glass and clinking it with her glass before downing the shot. Y/n giggled as Daichi winced, poking fun at the faces he was making before downing the shot in a less than graceful fashion. -------------------------------------------------- Her throat had become numb with each shot of tequila, her mind pulling blanks whenever Daichi would drunkenly ask her a question. At this point, she couldn't tell if she was nauseous because of all the alcohol in her system or because of sick that was prodding at her esophagus. Still, she carried on, downing shot after shot of burning liquor.

When she looked to her left, Daichi was hiccuping, giggling at the sounds that tumbled from his lips. She was focused on the way the liquor coated his lips, making them shine in the dim living room light. They looked pretty, just a little pink, and the slightest bit puffy. Maybe it was liquor, maybe it was the illness, or maybe it was just because of how hard she was focused on his lips, but in seconds she was rushing to the bathroom. Even in her drunken state, she managed to close and lock the door. No matter what, she was going to make sure Daichi didn't know.

It was the same as always, her hands would grip onto the edge of the toilet seat until her fingers became a sickly grey. Her body would tremble with heaves and gags while the sweat from her forehead would drip into her tired eyes. As soon as she would finish she would stand and stare at herself in the mirror, admiring the way the blood tainted and stained her quivering lips. It was funny to her, the way she managed to find some crooked beauty in the illness that was stripping the life from her body with each second that passed. It was routine, no matter how grizzly it felt and looked. So with a sigh, she finished her grizzly routine and trudged back to the couch where Daichi had fallen into a slumber of liquor. ---------------------- How many shots had they had? Y/n couldn’t tell anymore. Daichi was seated next to her, drunkenly giggling at everything that happened on the tv before him. His speech was slurred, his smile crooked and his eyes drooping just a bit. In her drunken state, Daichi appeared like some greek sex god, perfectly chiseled with a beautiful sheen coating his lips. Maybe it was the alcohol but she went from horny to sad in two seconds.

“Man, can you believe I’m going to die a virgin?” Y/n slurred, hiccuping between some words. At that moment, it was like the alcohol began to drain from his system. Daichi sat up from his previously slouched position, the haze in his eyes clearing as he turned to look at Y/n who was practically a starfish on the couch. Was this what she had been worrying about? Dying a virgin? Why would she die a virgin? She still had plenty of years waiting for her.

“What do you mean? You’ve got plenty of years to look for that one person.” Daichi tilted his head, his eyes widening as she practically threw herself on top of him. Her head was resting in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapping around his body. Daichi gently wrapped his arms around her, almost flinching when the first few hot tears fell onto his bare neck. Was it the alcohol? Did something happen?

“Please... Please just tell me you’ll be here until the end, please just tell me it’s going to be okay...” He could feel the way her body trembled against his, her hands balling the material of his shirt into her fists. He could hear the shaky breaths and stutters that would escape from her lips. Had he missed something? Did the liquor screw her over that bad? Although that sudden confession had sobered him up a bit, the murky haze of tequila still fogged his mind.

"Of course I’m gonna be here until the end. We’re friends until the end, remember? No matter what happens we’ll be together, always.” His hand gently rested atop her head, his other hand rubbing her back to soothe the ache that radiated from her chest. “I’ll always be by your side, okay? As long as the sun rises and sets, I’ll be here.” Daichi whispered, his lips pressing against the top of her head, watching with a tender gaze as she fell asleep. --------------------------------------------------- When Y/n woke up she was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. Daichi was gone and the bottles and shot glasses were put away in their cabinet. When she looked at the coffee table she saw a yogurt drink and fruit sandwich, a snack that Daichi would often leave her when he had to leave early for whatever reason. She could feel a smile forming on her face as she tossed the blanket to the side, stretching her arms above her head before reaching to grab the drink. Before her fingers could even brush against the pink bottle, she felt a sudden burst of nausea ram her head and throat. She stood as quickly as she could, her legs doing their best to rush her to the restroom.

She felt her knees hit the cold bathroom floor, her body practically folding in on itself. Her throat was burning, the bitter taste of vomit mixing with the metallic taste of blood as her mouth hung open. Tears dripped from her cheeks before hitting the curve of the toilet seat mixing in with stray droplets of blood and sick. Her body fell back, hitting the bathroom wall and jolting her from her nauseous trance. With trembling hands, she wiped the sick from her mouth. She was crying, the sting of her throat, and the terrible ache in her stomach becoming unbearable. She stayed on the floor like that for a good minute, trying her hardest to catch her breath, but it felt like fire rushing her throat with each breath she took.

She sobbed as she grabbed onto the edge of the sink, forcing herself to stand no matter how badly her aching body protested. All she had to do was stand and open the medicine cabinet, that’s all she had to do and she could finally rest. Her hands gripped onto the edge of the sink with such force that her knuckles began to pale. Each breath she took rattled her bones, the wheezing becoming much more prominent the longer she held herself up. She couldn’t tell if it was her body recoiling from her illness or if it was her body rejecting the copious amount of alcohol she drank. The doctor did warn her to not take alcohol with her medication, but what did she have to lose right? It was times like these that Y/n was convinced that her parents feared her death more than her.

She of course understood why they felt broken, they were going to lose their daughter, but it should have been all the more reason to make these last few months count. Y/n shook her head as she grabbed her bottles of pills from the cabinet. She was going to make sure she kept her pain under control. No one had to know what was going on with her, she didn’t want people to treat her differently just because she was on the cusp of death.

She could see it now, people being especially nice to her, everyone being careful of what they say to her, Daichi, Suga, and Asahi tending to her every need. It wasn’t something she wanted to live with, after all, she was a prideful person and pity didn’t sit right with her. She was almost too weak to twist the top, her muscles aching as she strained to open the bottle. It's okay, Y/n thought to herself, a sad smile on her lips.

She had trudged to her room almost immediately after taking her pills, her body collapsing against the firm mattress. Maybe it wasn’t healthy, the fact that she didn’t think about it. Maybe she should have paid attention to it, but who wanted to think about their impending death? And so with a depressive sigh, she let her body sink into the cradling arms of sleep, her mind nestling deep into her future escapades with Daichi.

“Number 7, spend a night stargazing.” ------------------------------- Daichi had been anything but focused during practice. At this point, he had run more laps than Noya and Tanaka combined and had done the most dives out of everyone on the team. He was missing passes left and right, consistently coming in short on one thing or another. Though perhaps, what scared his teammates the most was the empty look in his eyes. Had something happened? “Noya.” They were putting away equipment when Daichi spoke. His voice and words hung heavy in the air, dragging enough to weigh down clouds. Noya turned abruptly, his eyes wide. “What’s that one joke about never losing you, Tanaka, and Y/n make all the time?” Daichi questioned, his eyes focused on the handle of the mop in his hands.

“I’m gonna die a virgin, cause I ain’t ever lose, why?” Noya stared at Daichi, desperately awaiting a response from his out of character captain. Daichi could feel his eyebrows furrow as his mind began to race. Was he looking too deep into it?

Daichi pondered the same thing over and over again while laying on his bed. Y/n was a silly person, there wasn’t a day that went by where one stupid joke after another burst from her lips. Maybe he just missed the joke?

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Daichi sighed as he turned onto his side, his eyes locking onto the evergrowing stack of polaroids that sat on his desk. It had become an unintentional tradition. Every year they would take a trip and on that trip, they would always take a photo. She was always beaming in those photos, her smile as radiant as ever. She was herself in those photos, and Daichi couldn't help but notice that she became less and less like herself this past year. He had to be imagining it though, right? ---------------------------------- Suga stared at Daichi with sad eyes. He looked happy, giving vague details over one of the last nights he had spent with her. Perhaps it was still too fresh, the wound of her death would not heal for a while. With time Daichi would probably be able to give more detailed descriptions, but not now. Not here.

"I find it ironic. I spent most of my life taking care of her. I spent most of my life making sure she didn't get in trouble, and even when she did, I would get her out of it." Daichi's voice was shaking, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The tears began to pool into his eyes once more, his jaw clenching. "I spent so much time taking care of her, and in the end, she was the one looking out for me. She made sure I was happy. She made sure I was sheltered. She worked so hard to build stability for us those last few months, but nothing could have prepared us for the end." Suga took a step towards Daichi, flinching as Daichi abruptly stepped back, accidentally crushing the yellow chrysanthemums that sat atop her grave.

Daichi's head snapped down, staring at the yellow flowers with anger. Yellow chrysanthemums. They meant farewell, they meant goodbye, they meant that she was gone. Why couldn't people understand that she wasn't gone? Daichi shook his head before turning to leave the cemetery. He didn't want to be there any longer.

As Daichi left, Suga stared after him, a frown tugging at his lips. Suga sighed, crouching to try and fix the flowers back onto her grave with care. It was obvious to him that Daichi still needed to heal. He just hoped it would be soon, he knew that it was probably killing her to see Daichi in such a state.

"Y'know, you always were the only one that could calm him down. I just hope you can still cast your light on him, even if just for a moment, Y/n..." Suga whispered, smiling tenderly at the plot of land covered in white and yellow flowers before making his leave as well.

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forgive-the-sea · 4 years

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bloom and wilt

Summary: You and Oikawa have been best friends since kindergarten, but what happens when he kisses you at a bar on the night of your 21st birthday?

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Rating: M for Mature

Warnings: angst, implied sex but no actual smut, mentions of anxiety and alcohol use

WC: ~2.5k

A/N: Hi again! This is the longest piece I’ve written so far and I honestly dk how to feel about it. It just sorta poured outta me. Kinda ooc. Doesn’t follow the hq timeline after Oikawa graduates. I apologize in advance!

You hadn’t always been in love with your best friend. Falling in love with Tooru was a gradual process—like a flower about to bloom, nurtured by the care he showed you. The reassurance he provided and the safety you felt with him. How he made you feel like you could truly be yourself around him. How he seemed to know just how to comfort you. When you finally realized you were in love with him, it was like a flower in bloom—beautiful and hard to ignore.

How did we get here? You think to yourself as you lay together in bed, naked bodies tangled in each other’s embrace while you both come down from your high. You reminisce on your relationship with Tooru, slowly tracing shapes on his bare chest.

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You met Tooru on the first day of kindergarten—both teary eyed and clinging on to your mothers by the school gate. When you caught sight of him you noticed that his backpack had a space ship on it and stopped your sniffling to offer a compliment. You’ve been close friends since.

Your elementary school days were spent obsessing over aliens and the stars together—shouting for joy when you found a toy capsule vending machine with alien figurines or glow in the dark star stickers and trading your best finds.

In middle school, Tooru began to focus on volleyball, so your time was often spent either helping him practice, watching him practice, or cheering him on at his games. You were so proud of him when he won the best setter award in your third year.

High school was the first time you two separated since kindergarten. You went to different schools, but your friendship was as strong as ever, if not stronger.

In your third year of high school, you were there to comfort him after Aoba Josai lost to Karasuno. You quietly listened to your best friend as he cried into your chest and explained how he felt like a failure for not being able to take his team to nationals. You reassured him that he had done his best. That his teammates admired him and believed in his leadership, regardless of the outcome of the match. That you admired his passion, dedication, and tenacity in pursuing his dream. You encouraged him to keep moving forward while rubbing his back and petting his hair as he held onto you tightly.

You loved Tooru, of course you did. He was your best friend, but around halfway through college your love for him began to take on a different shape—although back then you weren’t aware of it.

Around this time was when Tooru and his ex-girlfriend got together. He had even asked you for advice on how to confess to her. You thought it was funny that THE Tooru Oikawa, Miyagi’s resident heartthrob, was asking you for dating advice.

“Come on! I really like her! I want to do this right. I need help.”

You laughed and agreed to help, but you couldn’t escape the bitter feeling that settled in the pit of your stomach as you listened to Tooru talk about his crush. At the time, you chalked it up to jealousy. Yeah, that was it. You were a little bit jealous that this girl might take your best friend away from you. You didn’t have any feelings for Tooru yourself. No way.

After they broke up about a year later, Tooru was distraught. He wouldn’t tell you any details about the breakup, but you had a feeling it was bad. He wore the same fake smile you knew from your middle school days and he started to stay late at the gym after practice again.

Another year passed by and it seemed like Tooru had recovered from his breakup. He started seeing some girls casually, which alarmed you. You knew Tooru was a romantic at heart and you worried about him getting hurt while dating casually. He told you about how some girls were quick to invite him over to their dorms. About waking up naked in a stranger’s bed after blacking out at a party. And a bunch of other stories you would rather forget. Yes, Tooru always had girls falling at his feet, but he was never the type to overdo it on the alcohol or have casual sex.

When you expressed concern, he shrugged it off saying that he was being safe and that you should try to have a little more fun sometimes.

This was also around the time that you were trying to decide on plans for after graduation. Your anxiety was through the roof as you tried to complete an academic program that your heart wasn’t really invested in and as you struggled to decide on a career path to take. Tooru was there for you through it all and you couldn’t be more grateful to him for it. He was there to talk you through your late night panic attacks, offering words of encouragement. There to distract you from your thoughts by taking you for late night walks. He was there to bring you your favorite treats when he knew you’d had a particularly tough week. But it wasn’t until after he kissed you at the bar on your 21st birthday that you realized you had romantic feelings for him.

The kiss was something unexpected yet somehow expected. Unexpected because you never thought you would be kissing your childhood best friend. After all, you had done your best to suppress any hint of romantic feelings you might’ve felt for him and Tooru had never given you any indication that his feelings for you were anything more than platonic. On the other hand, the kiss was kind of expected because Tooru hadn’t been subtle in his advances that night. He used whatever excuse to touch you. Warming your hands in his when you began to shiver from the cold winter air entering the bar. Playing the hand slap game and letting his palms linger under yours for longer than needed.

His eyes were filled with a playful flirty tenderness that had you bashfully looking away whenever your gaze met his. Maybe it was the alcohol but you wanted him closer. As if reading your mind, he got up from his seat across from you at the booth and slid in next to you, putting his arm around you.

“You’re shivering. Are you still cold?”

“No, I’m fine,” you say while your mind races trying to process what was happening between you two.

You look up at him and he’s looking at you with half lidded eyes, a clear want written on his face. You’re taken aback, never did you think that you’d be on the receiving end of Tooru’s romantic desires. Before you know it his lips are on yours and your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets in realization that this is really happening right now. No, no, no. Tooru is your best friend. This is going to make things weird. But to your and Tooru’s surprise you soon melt into the kiss. Tooru is the first to pull away, breathless.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he says while smiling and caressing your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

You see, Tooru had been in love with you since he met you on the first day of kindergarten. He thought you were beautiful the moment he saw you and only fell more in love with you as time went by. He learned that you were bold, funny, smart, and one of the most caring people he knew. He loved that he could be vulnerable with you and show you a side of himself that he rarely showed others. But Tooru was too scared to do anything about his feelings for you. Too scared to ruin your friendship if he were to confess. So he kept his feelings to himself and vowed to care for you as your friend.

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That first kiss lead you to where you are now. It was like opening the proverbial flood gates. Since then neither of you were able to keep your hands off the other.

You had never felt like this about anyone. Being with Tooru was electrifying. Like a small spark had turned into a raging fire within you with just a kiss.

While you both had definitely crossed the line beyond a platonic relationship, neither you nor Tooru had initiated a conversation about what the change meant. So you decide to take the plunge.

“Tooru?” You look up at him from where your hands played with his chest.

“Hmm?” He responds, his eyes still closed, basking in the afterglow of your earlier activities.

“What does this mean for us?” Your voice is quiet but firm as you try to control it from giving away how nervous you are.

“What do you want it to mean?” Tooru asks, now titling his face down to look at you. He seems calm, you note, as you take in the warm brown of his eyes. Had they always been this enchanting?

“Tooru, I love you. I think I have for a while, but was too scared to admit it to myself. I want to be with you. As more than just friends.”

A look of surprise takes over his face for a moment before he breaks out into a mischievous grin.

“You mean like best friends?” He can’t stop himself from being a little shit even when the girl he’s loved since kindergarten was finally reciprocating his feelings.

“No!” You exclaim as you lightly smack his arm. I can’t believe this is happening, you think to yourself as you shake your head. “I want you to be my boyfriend.”

He lets out a breathy laugh and butterflies flutter in your stomach for the umpteenth time that day. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He takes your face in his hands and kisses your forehead before pulling away to look at you.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

Your eyes widen at his confession.

“But I’m scared. I don’t want our friendship to be ruined and I don’t want to ever lose you. You mean so much to me and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“W-what do you mean?” You manage to ask in a soft voice as you sit up, using his bedsheet to cover up, hoping it’ll make you feel less exposed, less vulnerable.

“I don’t think I’m ready to be in a relationship,” he answers while sitting up to face you.

You can feel your heart break.

“I’m immature and selfish. And all of my relationships have ended badly. I don’t want that to happen to us. You deserve someone better. And I would rather you be happy, even if it isn’t with me. I’m sorry.”

You struggle to take in what Tooru was saying. So what if his previous relationships ended badly? With you it’d be different, right? You’ve known each other for so long that you could surely deal with things in a mature way.

“I’m not perfect either. But we can work through problems as they come up, right? I want to make things work with you.” You hate how your voice cracks with that last sentence. You hate how it sounds like you’re begging.

“I’m really sorry. There’s nothing I want more than to be with you but I just...can’t. He pauses for a moment and looks away before looking at you again with a determined look on his face. “I won’t risk our friendship.”

Tooru’s not making any sense and you can feel your sadness turn into anger.

“You won’t risk our friendship?” You scoff. “You should’ve thought about that before kissing me at the bar!”

“I-it’s just easier if there are no feelings involved,” he says looking down at his hands, growing uncomfortable at your display of emotions.

“I can’t believe this,” you say as you get up to get dressed.

Tooru watches you dress with worry. “So what now?”

You sigh, “Well, no more sex. I don’t want to be in a friends with benefits situation. That never ends well.”

“I guess that’s for the best. I’ll miss it though,” he says with a dreamy look that you catch out of the corner of your eye.

You contain the bitter laugh that threatens to escape you. As much as you want to cry and scream, you can’t bring yourself to let Tooru see you like that. So instead you turn to give him a soft, but sad smile. “Me, too.”

You walk out into his living room to collect your bag before leaving and Tooru follows after you. “Are we still friends?”

You’re silent as you walk to the door and put on your shoes. “I’d like to still be friends. But I don’t know. I guess I’ll need some space.”

He nods in understanding, a somber look on his face.

You turn away from him to open the door but you stop when your hand lands on the doorknob. You slowly turn back around to face him again and shut your eyes, your hands balled into fists at your side.

“One last one,” you whisper and Tooru knows exactly what you mean.

He walks over to you and pulls you to him by your waist. You take his face in your hands and crash your lips together. Your lips feel feverish against his; heat running through your body as you try to pour all your love for Tooru into this last kiss.

Tooru's lips are soft and move slowly against yours. His kiss feels so tender, so caring and it effectively calms your initial desperation. Your movements now mirror his, lips and tongues expressing what your words failed to. I love you. I care for you. I always will.

You break from the kiss but keep your face close to Tooru’s, your nose pressed against his and your eyes closed, trying to etch the feeling of him into your memory. Tooru pulls away slightly when he feels your tears on his face. You use your thumbs to wipe your tears off his face and give him a smile as you attempt to compose yourself. “Bye, Tooru.”

You close the door behind you and make your way home, navigating the familiar streets of your neighborhood on autopilot as the tears you were trying to hold back now flow freely down your face. How were you even going to begin to get over Tooru? All the love you carried for him now weighed you down and your heavy heart felt like the wilted petals of a flower that was once in bloom.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa imagine

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eldritchlittleblackdragon · 3 years

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Right back at 'cha! What are your top 3 favorite video games and why?

Oof this is going to be a tough one I think.

Fire Emblem: Awakening is one of those games that feels like 'home' to me. It was my introduction to the Fire Emblem series and I stumbled into it completely on accident. What drew me in was the fact you seemed to be able to build relationships with just about every character, and that in some instances those relationships affected the story (such as Robin/the player avatar being Lucina's mother if you married her and Chrom off), sometimes in pretty interesting ways. I got very attached to the characters and loved seeing the different sorts of relationships that grew.

At this point I get a bit teary eyed whenever the opening scene plays where the Avatar and Chrom meet for the first time. There's a little part of my brain that says 'hey everyone! I'm home. I missed you.' (Also the music is good but honestly I think the music for most FE games is baller.)

Fable II is very near and dear to my heart, too. It's got kind of a dark overarching story but the world of the Fable series feels very fun and relaxing to me. The second one especially though- it's big and has exploration without feeling too overwhelming. It's got really good humor most of the time (the item descriptions will sometimes leave me in stitches for fifteen minutes especially) and it gives quite a bit of player freedom I think. There are some things that could have been done better, sure, but overall I think it's the best game in the series and I'm bummed it's still only an Xbox 360/One exclusive while the first and third games both have PC versions. (Please someone I'm begging you pick up the rights and make a PC port. PLEASE.)

Stardew Valley is also a favorite, for some reasons quite similar to Fable II. It's a very relaxing game and aside from one progress marker that shows up three in-game years in, you can kind of just pick and choose goals for yourself and decide how you want to play the game. It's a lot of fun to build your farm and interact with different things around the farm and around town. And sometimes the townsfolk can be a hoot!

Honorable mention for Persona 5 (the original- I own a copy of but haven’t played Royal yet) - I played this game at the time in my life when I really needed to hear some of the positive messages the game had to say. The art style is lovely, the story overall is quite compelling to me, and I cherish the main cast of characters very much. And the gameplay is a lot of fun for me! I really enjoyed the way battles were in this game coming in having played part of P3, all of P3P, and part of P4G prior. Plus, it has one of the best soundtracks I've heard for a game ever.

#lbd replies #also wanted to add hades as an honorable mention too #but i don't really have anything to say #beyond the fact it's just a fantastic game in just about every respect imo

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well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now · 4 years

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Guess what just dropped in Obey Me.

I'll give you a hint: it starts with a ‘L’ and ends with a ‘39’...

Then again, you probably already know this, but just in case you don't...

In other news, I finally decided to go and complete Lesson 31, so yay me. Now I'm just gonna stay on Lesson 32 for a bit.

-Lesson 31 32 Anon

Proud of you for graduating past 31!!!👏💖

I played 39 and im sobbing?!? I already went through this bs why do I havta do it again!!!!? Also do you think lesson 40 will be the last lesson for a while?

Spoilers for 39 ahead cause I'm emotional and need to rant

So MC ends up at a party at diavolo's, he thanks them for saving Lucifer and the devildom (pretty sure that was all just simeon's doing but whatever) and says he's holding a party in their honour (really should be in Simeon's honour but whatever)

MC has a flashback about what happened after they woke up during the whole ring and speaking to Michael (and hopefully not God) thing. The rest of the brothers all rush in yelling, asking if MC is okay cause beel saw a light from the celestial realm coming from their room, Lucifer yells at them to shut up and they realise he's regained his memories

Mammon who's the first one who came in, arrived while yelling and asking if MC was alright, if they had died and if they had vanished....sure hope lesson 16 didn't leave any lasting scars there...

Back in the present time the brothers are crowding around MC and Lucifer. Belphie & Satan note how they'll miss Lucifer with amnesia and how they'll have to get back to pranking him. Asmo calls them out about actually caring about Lucifer.

Diavolo asks MC for a dance, and has one of those dialogues that make me think he'll be a romanceable character in the future. He tells MC how they're helping him bring the three worlds together and how they're his guiding light and how he wants them by his side forever, except before he finishes that last sentence the song ends and Luke cuts in. When MC tries to leave he grabs on to their hand, and you can either say 'ow that hurts' or ask him if he wants a second dance. If you choose the second he blushes and you dance again but he doesn't finish his sentence from earlier

The next morning Lucifer is nagging everyone even more than normal (possibly to make up for lost time) but at the same time he seems even closer with the brothers (asking about Levi's game and Asmo's crush)

On the way to rad MC meets up with the angels and Solomon. Solomon says that they'll have to be leaving soon to their own worlds (why!!!?) Luke and MC both get visibly bummed. They tease Luke and tell him he can live in the devildom if he wishes (he denies it) and Solomon asks MC if they want to leave MC can either say they don't wanna leave the brothers or 'the human world fuckinh sucks what the fuck have you been up there recently it's the worst' (since we got those 'hang in there' pandemic voice messages from the brothers can we assume that this game happens in the present? Y'all really wanna throw MC back out there?)

At rad MC tells this to asmo, beel and mammon (I imagine they do this while facedown on a desk cause that's the only appropriate response rn)

They're all upset and MC says they don't ever want to leave. The brothers tell them to go tell this to Diavolo after RAD.

MC goes and tells this to diavolo (in the presence of Lucifer & barbatos). Lucifer & diavolo aren't surprised and were both expecting this. They tell MC that they are happy that they made such lasting connections and that hey want them to stay as well (yesyesyes-) but (MOTHERFU-) MC is a human and belongs with the humans and that they don't have to leave immediately but that they have a life in the human world anhddjdidndjx do y'all not remember when they were moping around in the human world and how they literally jumped at the chance to come back down to the devildom with no preparation at all???? Y'all remember how asmo noted that they had got thinner after they came back????? Can you pls just ask them if they have anything worth going back to!?

Anyway MC's back home moping around in the library with Belphie and Levi. They tell MC that Lucifer & Diavolo are just playing hard to get and want MC to stay as well but think their positions mean they can't ask for it.

Belphie says that if MC can learn teleportation magic they could constantly drop down to the devildom

MC invites Solomon out to a fancy date and asks him to teach them teleportation magic. He tells them that though their raw magic power surpasses his, they don't have the skill yet and that he'll teach them but teleportation magic usually takes years to learn.

He tells them that usually when making pacts with demons they are done in the human world and a ritual must be conducted. At the end of the ritual a demon may give the human what is most dear to them and the human can use it as a token to summon the demon at any given time (while this is great and all I need my family feels and it'll probably not be practical to summon all 7 of them at a time....maybe MC can summon Lucifer and show him how bad life can be when you're (probably) someone in their mid twenties with no attachments or consistent job and he'll feel sorry for them and whisk them back home?)

Asmo had given Solomon is favourite picture of himself. Except back in their times cameras didn't exist so really it's a large portrait of himself. Solomon says it's a real problem (and I'm cackling, imagine bringing someone home and you have a -knowing asmo- giant probably vaguely sexual picture of some guy on your wall!!!?)

Back home MC meets Satan first (he's being crushed under a collapsed mountain of books after Lucifer told him to clean his room) MC helps him not die and clean his room. He gives them the body switch book (remember that!!!!) He says its power's all gone so it's basically worthless but he still treasures it because of what it did for him (I'm not crying!) He tells MC that even though they'll be able to summon him, he'll still miss them and that he won't be able to be with them when he wants to and it's all really sad and meaningful and I'm okay I swear. You get a choice to either kiss or hug him. Even if you choose to hug him he tells MC he wants to always be with them

Lucifer has asked asmo to throw out all the clothes he doesn't use (the reason lucfier is an undateable option to me is cause he reminds me too much of my own family) and now Asmo's struggling with 10 packed boxes of clothes. MC helps and asmo tells them that Solomon told him about everything. He tells them that he can't give the things dearest to him 'cause those things are himself and MC. MC suggests taking a picture together.

After taking pictures in his room they tell him that now they'll miss each other less and he gets teary eyed and tells them that as long as they're not with him he'll still miss them and he asks them to summon him whenever they want even if that means everyday, he asks them never to forget him (lucifer why the fuck are you putting your family and yourself through so much pain just let the human stay!) you get to stroke his hair and he says he'll miss not getting physical affection from MC whenever he wants to.

(There should probably be ways to get the option to kiss asmo and belphie but I couldn't get them in my first play through and I didn't want to immediately do all that again to check out other options)

MC finds Belphie hiding in the music room from Lucifer who has asked him to clean up the attic (imagine asking someone to clean up the place you locked them up in???? I mean ik Belphie likes the attic now but that's still all kinds of messed up)

MC and belphie head to the planetarium and watch the stars belphie says that MC has a look on their face that means they want to ask him something. You can either immediately dive into the whole summoning thing or tell him you want to be by his side forever. He tells MC about their stars, which he spoke about in s1, he tells them each of his brothers has a star and even though he lives with them when he comes and looks at their stars altogether he feels closer with them/like they're all together. So he gives MC his star. MC gets to say all these things about how they don't wanna leave him and wish they could stay together forever, they hold hands and there's this gorgeous visual & line of dialogue

And well that's it. If mc has to leave and if all the brothers' interactions are like this my heart will be well and truely broken

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luhlust · 4 years

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Dating GOM's Sister!

Anime: Kuroko no Basuke

Overview: Headcanons about GOM (Aomine, Akashi, Kise, Kuroko, and Midorima) having a younger sister who is dating one of them!

Note: Sorry I didn't include Murasakibara! I just got really lazy. :(

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Aomine Daiki

"I'll give you what you ever desire, break up with my sister." Akashi offered, glaring at his former tanned teammate. "Sei-nii! That's it! We're leaving." You forcefully removed Akashi's grip on your shoulder, having a silent eye battle as you slammed the door on his face. Akashi did not support you relationship, not even a bit.

Aomine is known to be a player, a pervert, and a lazy man. How could Akashi let his sister fall inlove with him? Akashi just wants the best for his sister. After a year of having a hot and cold relationship with your brother, Aomine knocked some sense into him. Needless to say, Akashi was impressed and saw no more reason to object seeing how his friend's true intention.

"I'm glad you're not the same as your brother." Aomine confesses. Although you are very identical to your older brother, you were the exact opposite of him in terms of personality. You were outgoing and emotionally-driven. Aomine did not see you for your wealth, achievements, or anything! He saw you for you, that made you fall for him despite being mean to you during the first meeting.

You were waiting for your brother so the both of you could go home together. When the gym doors ooen, you dashed towards the entrance, bumping into what seemed like a wall to you but it was actually Aomine. When you looked up, you felt chills run up to your spine, the way he glared at you, it was horrifying.

"How long are you going to sit down, brat? Move."

After that, you kept following him and pestering him even if he gave you mean comments that made you cry. Whenever you cry, Aomine panics. He'd scratch his head and say sorry multiple times, cursing, he'll offer a hug. "Stop crying or I'll kiss you." This just made you want to cry harder.

You'll help Aomine in his study and reprimands him for skipping practices. You're the only one who is allowed to correct him and he's the only one who can bully you.

If you ever did get bully, you have bodyguards ready to protect you in command, a scary powerful brother, and a tall tanned boyfriend built like he's ready to fight.

Aomine will never try to make you uncomfortable. He respects you even if he makes sexual comments, he would never push you to do something you don't like to do. That's how much he treasures you.

"(y/n), where's my kiss?" He grinned at you, bending down so you were at the same height. Rolling your eyes, he always asks for kisses before the game which you thought was very cute of him to do. Without hesitation, you kissed his lips. "Go get them, Dai-kun."

Akashi Seijuro

Dating Murasakibara's sister is not something anyone would expect from him. You are reckless, bold, and most of all childish! The complete opposite of Akashi! People can't help but question how you managed to soften the merciless captain of Rakuzan.

"Sei-kun!" Everytime you see your significant other, you would pounce on him, hugging his well-built frame. Akashi would glare at those who would stare, telling them to look away just by staring straight to their eyes.

Akashi would always give you sweets but scolds not only you, but your brother too when you both had too much. "(y/n), I love you but no. I already booked you an appointment." Akashi is persistent to have you attend a dentist appointment atleast once a month to ensure you don't develop any cavities.

When it comes to your brother, he does not really care who you date as long as they treat you well and you're happy but he is really relieved you're dating Akashi. That does not mean he won't crush him when he makes you cry.

People ridicule your relationship, especially the higher class who wants Akashi for their own benefits. Sometimes they go to the extent of hiring people to hurt you, ending up with a failure. There are several perks of having a tall brother who is excellent in basketball, one is he can easily scare of whoever is bothering you, second, you know how to defend yourself when needed.

Whenever those stuck-up bitches shows up, you can't help but show your devilish side. "Eh, I don't care. Get out of my way, bitch." Youmd play with your lollipop, staring down at the crying girl, yelling she'd sue you after you humiliated her.

Akashi will feel proud whenever you stood up for yourself, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and you'd immediately linked your arms around his neck. "Sei-kun, I'm starving~"

He'll always eat you with you, this is somehow like your love language towards one another. You sometimes even go to his school just to eat your bento that you prepared for him. His team is jealous on how a sweet and cute girl ended up dating Akashi.

They are always surprised to see Akashi showing subtle affections. Teasing him about you is a death sentence despite the fluttery feeling in his stomach. Flirting with you? That's a different story.

"(y/n), what am I going to do with you?" Akashi sighed, a smile forming on his lips. You were sleeping on the bleachers and it made him want to carry you home and skip practice but he knows you'll get mad at him if he did. He grabbed his jacketand covered your defense-less state, planting a chaste kiss on your lips. Little did he know, you were actually awake. "Ooh, I didn't know Sei-kun's a pervert!" He would ruffle your hair. "You dare to misbehave, huh? I might have to teach you a lesson, love."

Kise Ryouta

Kise is not really fond of Aomine. Sure they are friends friends but he still had grudges against him. So seeing you, beating the shit out of Aomine, that was something extraordinary. The way the sun highlighted your tanned skin and dark blue hair, Kise fell for you at first sight.

"(y/n)-cchi! I bought you some cake!" Kise always bothered you, he was clingy and chatty. You were annoyed at him at first, who wouldn't? Kise followed you everywhere like some kind of lost puppy! He cried easily was too noisy, yet when a week went by and he was no where to be found, you felt sad. You somehow missed his presence, that's when you realised, you too were inlove with him.

"(y/n)-cchi? What are you doing here..?" Kise did not expect to see you. It was raining heavily and you were drenched from head to toe. Kaijou just lost to Seirin, Kise was feeling down for his first loss. All his own issues faded when you grabbed him by his collar, pressing your lips against his.

Kise's eyes widened, you pulled away, placing your hands on both sides of his face. "Who told you to leave me alone? Huh?! Can't you see I like you too?" He blinked, several times, unable to register what just happened.

"Eh...Ehhhh?!"

Kise became 1000x more clingy after that.

His fangirls are difficult to handle. They always picked a fight on you, saying how you do not meet the Kise's standards. You don't give a fuck of whatever they say about you, you actually enjoy how they cowered in fear and bite back their words whenever you'd look at them with a smirk.

One thing that pissed you off though is when they made nasty comments about your boyfriend. You stopped in your tracks, fist clenched, you turned back, launching your fist towards the girl. She screamed and closed her eyes, waiting for the impact, you stopped your fist an inch away from her face. She fell on the floor, her friends made a run for it.

"Aplogise, bitch." She apologised immediately before scampering away, you'd sigh. "Such a pain in the ass.."

Kise knows about your "little fights" since Kasamatsu actually witnessed the whole thing. He feels honored and proud that his girlfriend stood up for him, your cuts and bruises on the other hand angered him. Kise always made sure to keep you out of trouble after that.

Kise is the only one who can calm you down, only one who can make you smile and act stupid. Your his partner in crime, his princess and his knight, he is very grateful to have you.

Despite how strong you can be, Kise can also fight for you if needed. You need him more than he needs you, without him, everything is off balance.

Aomine bullies him more now that he's your boyfriend.

"(y/n)-cchi! Aomine-cchi is being mean to me!"

"DAMN IT DAIKI! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

When the two of you are together, that's the only time you are vulnerable. In his arm you feel safe, he felt like home.

"I love you, dumbass."

Kuroko Tetsuya

The whole Seirin team was stunned to see you, sitting on one of the bleachers absorbed in your phone. Kagami's eyes widened, he recognises you! "S-She's (y/n)! A model in the US!" He exclaimed, making the rest more confused on why someone like you is in their gym right now. Even Riko could not dare to get closer, everyone stood frozen once you glanced at them, staring at them one by ine before your face lit up.

You stood up, smiling widely, before waving. "Kuro-tan! I missed you!" Kuroko coughed, excusing himself as he pass through the crow, greeting you with open arms which you gladly run into. "(y/n)-chan, you didn't tell me you were arriving today."

You would explain to the whole team that you're Kuroko's girlfriend and confirm that you are a model from the US. One thing that caught the team off guard is when Riko asked you if you were somehow related to Kise Ryouta.

"Kise..? Ryou-nii? Yes he's my brother."

The team bombarded you with questions, you were now getting slightly overwhelmed by them. You held out to your boyfriend looking at him teary eyed, he immediately know what you're feeling. "Everyone, you're scaring (y/n)-chan."

Once everything died down, you watched their practice, cheering for your cute boyfriend with Nigou. After practice, Kuroko and you would eat at Majii Burger, catching up and deep talks.

That's where you confessed that you won't go back to the US anymore and transfer to his school. You resigned from your position in the entertainment industry and will now focus on being a (career choice) instead.

Kuroko is the type of boyfriend who is kind of like a dog, he is super loyal to you and no matter what you do as long as it doesn't hurt anyone around you or you, he supports. He may be seen as emotionless but to you, he show all kinds of emotions, love, happiness, jealousy, and he gets super cute when embarrassed.

You always cling on to him, yelling his name with love everytime you see him, crying easily and him comforting you everytime. The team takes a like to you too, you're not really that difficult to get along with.

Riko would ask for help in their training regimen, Kagami also likes hanging out with the two of you (he'll get angry when you get too pda and overbearing though). Overall, you were like their cute little sister who they protect.

So whenever someone gets close to you, as you are famous with both boys and girls, they'll spring inti action and help you out.

You may not be as strong as others mentally and physically, you won't back down when the people you love are messed upon.

When Hanamiya glared at Kuroko, you glared 1000x harder than him. Especially when they hurt , oh you knew you had to talk to him, you stomped your way to their side of the court. You put your best smile, calling him out. "Hanamiya-san, can I shake your hand. I am a fan."

He would snicker, holding out his hand with a few flirty remarks. When you grabbed his hand though, you crushed it using all your strength and he whimpered in pain. Hanamiya cursed, holding his hand. "Oops, did I squeezed too hard?"

He was ready to fight you but seeing several eyes on him, the whole GOM, and Seirin team watching him, he decided not to push further.

Kuroko would scold you though, flicking your forehead before kissing it.

3 words. Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

One thing you hated was sharing Kuroko with your brother. "Ryou-nii! We're supposed to make out now! Get out!"

Midorima Shintaro

A Tsundere and a Phantom, what a perfect couple. Kidding. Midorima never thought about dating, the idea of love is not something he minded but when you spiked the ball directly into his face and breaking his glasses, he fell for you, literally.

"Oh, Midorima-kun, sorry!"

Just like your brother, Kuroko, you don't have a lot of presence. He actually taught you how to master misdirection which is a useful skill in your sport, Volleyball. It just happened that you're enrolled in Shutoku and was practicing your one-man spike while he walked into the court.

After that, you kept talking to him. You did not have a lot of friends except for your teammates and you saw Midorima as like your second brother.

Midorima would never admit that he likes you until Takao began to get close to you.

"(y/n)-san, Ilikeyounandayo."

You'd tease him with Takao, copying the way he acts. You'll learn more about horoscopes and oh asa and would always surprise him infront of his house with his lucky item for the day.

Although Midorima is not affectionate, he'll try his best to make you feel that he loves you in his own little way. He would even learn to play volleyball just to play with you. He's a great setter!

Your go to dates would be study hubs, museums, and stargazing.

Since you're very small compated to him, Midorima likes to hold your hand just so you won't get lost. "Shintaro, we're the only ones here." He'd flinched and stammer upon realising you are the only one walking around the park.

Kuroko knows your dating ever since the first day. Kuroko is always there to listen to your rants about your day so it is not a surprise when he sees Midorima eating with your family, stiff like a rock.

"Midorima-kun? Are you okay?" He asked and all of the eyes are now own Midorima who just wanted to crawl to a hole and never come back.

You would go to all his games, offering him a towel. He'll get startled whenever you show up out of the blue though. Takao always teases the two of you which ends up into Midorima beating him up.

Dating Midorima as Kuroko's sister is plain chill, no drama or anything. Both are honest and mindful.

Getting used to hanging out with 2 phantoms would be something he needs to get used to.

"(y/n)?! WHERE'D YOU GO?"

"Shintaro, I'm right infront of you."

#kuroko no basuke #kuroko's basketball #knb scenarios #knb boyfriend #kuroko tetsuya #akashi seijuro #midorima shintaro #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #anime #knb

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silver-wield · 4 years

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"So if C and T had sex under the HG because it faded to black A and C made love in the gondola ride!It faded to black! Much more comfortable than in a rock! A:i want to meet you(and they make love) T:words aren't the only thing that tell people what you're thinking(have sex)" I just read this on Twitter, and I'm wondering if they read what Devs said or what. The part when they said they wanted them to come out from the Chocobo Stable, when multiple times is said C and T after (1/2)

-- sharing their mutual feelings under the HG they spend the night together. And you can clearly see it by playing FFVII, most people who rewatched that part think they made love. (Also why had sex? If their feelings matched it means that they made love not had sex, wtf) Also ik they say the only canon route (even if optional, 'cause apparently if it's optional but it's a CA moment then it's canon, but if it is a CT moment it's not canon) (2/3)

-- CA date but during the GS date every version has a black transition even if maybe the CA one is a bit longer?? Also if they want to think they made love (and here, why did this person used made love but not have sex?! What does it change in their mind from CT's "fade to black moment"? Where is written C and A shared their matching/mutual feelings? That's right, Nowhere. So why they made love but CT just had sex?!) they can. Everyone is free to have an headcanon in the end.(3/3)

Deep breath. Let them say whatever they want because literally everything is proving them wrong.

The ultimania, that they usually shake at us like a bible, has both the clotiscrew tunnel and Tifa’s resolution listed front and centre. Tifa and Cloud’s impressive words relate more to each other than any of their quotes have before. The in game messages from the devs hidden in posters and graffiti that we can only see when Tifa’s in our party and Aerith isn’t, all tell us that we aren’t imagining things. In fact, the devs want us to go all out there and think of the biggest gestures we can -- despite Cloud and Tifa not even being a couple yet -- and then go one extra. They want us to go over scenes and remember things that are said and make those connections.

It’s why Tifa keeps going on about connections. She never did that in OG. Ever. We need to look for the connections that tell the hidden story in part one because OG’s story for Cloti was hidden during Midgar. We didn’t see it because the devs at the time made a bigger deal about making the audience love Aerith. Anything Cloti was downplayed and that’s the metaphor in this disc for them, too. That’s the metaphor of their romance in OG. That we had to follow the clues and build the big picture.

Which, ykno, sucks because having to dig for gold is hard work, but that’s also one of the hints in the graffiti the devs left, so it’s not like they didn’t anticipate us needing to make an effort.

I’m betting that the rest of the game won’t be so sneaky about them. I’m hopeful, anyway, especially since my biggest vote is for established cloti content and not just endgame cloti. I wanna see them beyond the point they get together because that’s where they’re most fun.

I’ve got so many smaller posts that showcase things one step at a time. Put it together and basically:

Chapter 3: Cloud and Tifa flirt, agree to go on a date (Cloud is thirsty af and Tifa knows it because she teases him). The date is canon and did happen, even if some people try to argue against it because there’s dialogue callbacks in other chapters that reference stuff that happened during it. Chapter 4: Whispers (OG fans) try to keep them apart, resulting in them missing taking each other’s hand. Chapter 5: Clotiscrew tunnel and yeah, Cloud absolutely kissed her on the cheek (the graffiti in chapter 13 reveals the hints) Chapter 5: Tifa’s embarrassed because she thinks Cloud kissed her by accident - maybe - and he agrees to not bring it up again. (”You always know just what to say”) Chapter 9: Cloud looks at Tifa in the back of that carriage like he’s seeing a goddess. Tifa is teary-eyed that Cloud’s okay. Even though he’s sent away from her, he stares longingly after the carriage until he can’t see Tifa anymore. Chapter 9: Cloud’s literally about to storm Corneo’s place when a panicked Johnny runs up screaming “Tifa!” despite Cloud having spent the last few hours messing around getting a dress for Aerith. Chapter 11: During the double arm grab, Cloud leans towards Tifa, keeps eye contact with her, agrees with her pov, then looks surprised and smiles when she grabs his arm. Chapter 12: Post hand catch when Tifa’s running into Cloud’s arms at the top of the pillar, she hugs him in a reversal of the clotiscrew tunnel in that she surprised him with affection. Chapter 13: Having fallen several times and been unconscious before, Tifa wakes at the start of this chapter with her arm under her head because Cloud put it like that. Chapter 14: Barret’s resolution, where Cloud’s reminded what being jealous feels like in connection to Tifa. He wouldn’t feel like that if he didn’t have deep feelings for her. Chapter 14: Aerith’s resolution where she tells Cloud not to fall in love with her, he looks away and expresses surprise, and then a soft eyed look as he stares at the house, where Tifa’s sleeping. Because he’s soldier Cloud most of the time, he’s not connected to those deep feelings, so having Aerith make the connection for him is surprising news. Before he can focus on what that means (fractured psyche) she distracts him because she knows he’s not in a fit state to have that kind of revelation about himself. Her line “Even if you have it isn’t real” alludes to that fracture between Cloud’s real self and Soldier persona. Chapter 14: after the resolution where he hugs Tifa and Leslie brings up messages, Cloud looks like he wants to mention the hug, but then doesn’t because he expects Tifa wouldn’t want him to after the last time when she wanted to ignore their intimacy (chapter 5), but she does, which surprises him. Chapter 16: Cloud physically follows Tifa’s progress down the stairway as she leaps across the lights in the Shinra building. He trips running down the rest when she falls and stays there staring at that spot as she finishes the journey over to the reception desk. He’s so shaken he doesn’t even speak until he can see her properly without the screen blocking them. After the sim: Cloud literally reorients his body to Tifa’s position whenever he can’t see her. He keeps himself in line with her so that he can reach her quickly and save her. Final battle: Cloud offers Tifa a flirty line and raises his eyebrows at her when she appears first. The final scene of them, we can see that while his head is turned towards Barret and Aerith as they talk, his body remains in line with Tifa’s position.

So yeah, put it together and you get a much bigger picture of their slow burn relationship from the emotional side of things. And don’t forget between that there’s a lot of longing looks, and there’s probably a load of other stuff that happens I’ve not included, but this is the most recent posts I’ve had going on.

Cloud’s bias is showing, so don’t worry about what other people are saying. He might not be great with words, but his actions are yelling from the rooftops.

#relationship development #that slow drip method

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jeongyunhoed · 4 years

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Just One Afternoon

Wooyoung/OC

I felt the “Just One” oneshots needed a third for some reason. Anyway, if you enjoyed Just One Night and Just One Day, here’s the third and last part set two more years later. As per usual, this is one looooooong conversation. Enjoy.

Wooyoung was standing in front of a full-length mirror, checking and double-checking his tuxedo in case there were creases that needed to be smoothed out. There he was, in a swanky waiting area in a hotel, the rest of his things in the corner, all ready for him to pick up once he left the place. He noticed some bits of confetti and rice still in his hair and he smiled to himself as he patted it out, the grains and the tiny pieces of paper falling off and onto the carpeted floor, reminding him once again of the biggest moment in his life that only occurred a few hours ago. The reminder of that moment made him look down on the gold band that was on his ring finger of his left hand.

After 4 years of dating and several months of getting engaged, Wooyoung and Jea got married. It was a very small ceremony, only filled with the people they held dear: Immediate family and their closest friends. Some tears of happiness were shed as the two of them said their vows, promising to stick together through thick and thin, no matter how many fights they’ve had (and they’ve had a lot), and no matter what kind of challenges await them. Everyone else were also left teary-eyed at their vows, but swooned at the giggly kisses they shared once they were declared husband and wife.

“Are you ready?” He called out to her.

“Yes!” Jea appeared, in a shorter version of her dress this time with the bits of her wedding gown carefully stored back into the box it came in. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, the party’s over, everyone’s headed for home, but we’re staying here, aren’t we?” Wooyoung was beaming as he approached her.

Jea was smiling just as wide. “Yeah,” She wrapped her arms around him. “It’s just us left, but I don’t feel like going upstairs yet”

“Why not?” He kissed her cheek.

“I don’t know, I guess I just want to savor being down here, somehow I have this feeling that once we step out of his ballroom, it’ll all be different again,” She shrugged.

“It’s a good kind of different” He pressed his lips onto her forehead. “There’s also the honeymoon, and the rest of this weekend to ourselves” He mumbled against her skin. “Not leaving the suite until we need to check out?” She could feel him smirk.

“Or maybe walk along the poolside and just spend time together, like how we always do? Or whenever you get back from work at the studio?” Jea suggested, leaning up to kiss him. Wooyoung ultimately decided to leave his crew and teach dance at the studio they frequented instead. He had his worries about whether or not he would enjoy it, but he was pleasantly surprised after the first few days, realizing how he felt the same happiness being able to teach other people and kids as when he was dancing with his crew, and dare he even admit it, maybe even happier. It might have been because he knew he got to come home to Jea everyday, or getting to dance for hours without having to leave or even push himself further to worsen his injury.

“That too, you want to go for a walk? We should have the bellhop bring our bags upstairs” He said, and she nodded, the two of them linked together as they left the room.

“Was I a nightmare for a bride-to-be?” Jea suddenly asked him as they were by the pool that afternoon. The orange and yellow glow from the sun in the horizon cast an orange tint over the place “I wasn’t, right? Or was I?”

“You were a nightmare because you didn’t like the wedding topper I picked out” Wooyoung teased. “And you made me cancel a few classes because of wine tastings and food and the cake, and I usually enjoy all of those!” He chuckled.

“The wedding topper you picked had the bride and groom dancing, when they could’ve just stood still, it’s more timeless that way” Jea argued, laughing as well upon remembering. “Don’t you want our kids to have that topper when they get married?”

“Of course I would, but that makes it a fun wedding cake topper, if they just stood still, it’s too ordinary” Wooyoung squeezed her hand as they sat down on the chairs.

“Your mom talked to me before the wedding,” Jea smiled. “She wished me good luck because I now have to deal with you forever”

Wooyoung laughed out loud. “She did? Ah, my mom, she’s the best.”

“Your dad said the same thing to me as well” Jea added with a laugh.

It made him laugh even more. “Ah, my parents are the best. Remember how nervous you were when I finally brought you to them? You were dreading having to meet them but then when we all met, I didn’t want to say I told you so, but I told you so” Wooyoung teased. “I mean, I guess it’s because my older brother already got married that they’re a lot more relaxed when it comes to me and my younger brother.”

“You were just as fidgety when I had to introduce you to my parents!” Jea playfully slapped his arm. “You had this awkward smile that I can’t believe I saw” She shook her head. “They wondered if you were okay or if you liked the food or if you were just trying to be nice” She laughed.

“Your dad is a good cook! I really liked the food! As long as it’s edible, it’s good enough for me” Wooyoung tried to poke her side in an attempt to tickle her. “Now I know where you got your looks from, though” A grin spread across his face.

“I hope you mean that as a good thing” Jea raised a brow at him, making him chuckle and try to poke her side again.

“Of course I meant it in a good way, didn’t I tell you that you’ll always be the pretty girl I met on the train? Did you not listen to my vows earlier?” He teased, pretending to be hurt.

“Of course I heard you! It wasn’t like I was crying because I got hungry or something” Jea gave him a look, shaking her head. Her expression softened, and she took a moment to study his face again, from the mole under his eye, to the crinkles in his eyes when he smiled or laughed, and the way his lips curved whenever he smiled. It was a face she always looked forward to seeing every morning, afternoon, and night. She looked down at their hands and the rings on their fingers, promising that they would be together forever, with that promise made permanent. “I love you” She said softly.

Wooyoung felt the same way when he looked back at her. “I love you too. Let’s go to the cafe, some coffee would be nice” He said, tugging on her arm as he stood up.

Some of the servers and staff inside the hotel cafe looked at them fondly as they stepped inside the plush interior, sitting down at a corner seat. They didn’t care where they were seated, yet the staff pointed them towards the plush couch near the window that had a view of the city. The server for one, asked them if they got married and they said yes, and they offered to let them look through a selection of wine or liquor that went perfectly with the cake they were having.

“Do you think we’ll become those annoying couples that get lovey-dovey even if we’re with friends?” Jea suddenly asked, putting the menu down.

“We kind of are, but we haven’t been out with friends that much anyway, at least out with friends together” Wooyoung replied. “Do you think we’ll be like that?”

“I have a feeling we will,” Jea teased. “But I guess its a good thing we haven’t gone out with friends together. I wouldn’t want to annoy people, and I already annoy you.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, and I better be the only one who gets annoyed with you” He teased back.

“That’s an odd threat, Mr. Jung” She grinned.

“It’s a mutual threat, Mrs. Jung. We better be the only people that annoy each other.”

“Deal,” Jea held out her hand and he shook it, sticking his pinky out next, which she linked with hers. She watched him look back at the menu for the dessert he wanted to try. “I’ve always wanted to travel around a faraway place by train.”

“No you don’t, you just want to solve a murder that happens on that train” Wooyoung teased.

“That too. Plot twist, everyone did it, they all hated him, they all had a grudge against him somehow” Jea chuckled.

“You’d be a suspect too” He put down the menu and reached out for her hand to hold, lacing their fingers together.

“I wouldn’t, I’d be the one solving the murder,” She shook her head.

“You’d be a suspect of stealing my heart, that is” He winked, making her cringe. “You’d be the detective solving the murder, while I’m your charming, handsome, and ridiculously hot husband who’s helping you by trying to blend in and observe everyone else while you’re asking questions”

Jea snorted. “I don’t know, but would everyone on that train think you’re ridiculously hot, though?” She teased.

“Of course they would! Why wouldn’t they when I look like this?” He pushed his hair back and tried to do a sexy pose. Jea nearly cackled in her seat.

“Your confidence is something else, but I love you for it” She grinned, sitting back when the server returned with their drinks and her dessert, a creme brulee. Jea handed him another spoon. “Crack the sugar with me.”

A giggle escaped his lips as he took the other spoon, the two of them cracking into the caramelized dessert and dipping their spoons into the custard underneath.

Night had fallen, and they paid and left the cafe, walking down the hall and to the direction of the elevators. “Will you be able to put up with me for years to come?” Wooyoung asked.

“Mhmm” Jea nodded.

“Even if I get carried away while playing games?” He grinned.

“Yeah, even then, even if I have to put on earplugs whenever I’m asleep and you’re yelling at your computer monitor” Jea squeezed his hand.

“Good. Just trying to make sure” He teased as they stopped and pressed the elevator button.

“Will you be able to put up with me for years to come? Even if I get cranky in the morning and all of those things you get annoyed at me for?” Jea turned the question back to him.

Wooyoung turned to her with the biggest smile on his face and kissed her. “I look forward to it.”

#ateez #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #jeong wooyoung #welp i got carried away #sort of kind of

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 4 years

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@megatraven hehe. I saw your post of ranting about why you love Alex (I love those posts so much it makes me v happy) and I saw the one where it’s like “the fact that Alex learned how to love when they met MC as kids” had me like “oooOoh. An idea👀”. Like I just imagined the way they met. And this is stuff I’ve thought of for 2 days too so long post djwndb.

I imagine that yeah, maybe when they first met (when they held her in their arms when they were 5 and she was just born. Or well that’s how I like to imagine they met lol) they may not have loved her like that. I mean...all babies lowkey look the same and it’s a baby, you don’t know how they’ll turn out. They considered her family because she was another addition to Josh and Melody (MCs mom. They considered them family, so MC was now family). They loved her and swore to protect her because they were more powerful and could protect her. However, since they weren’t allowed on the surface too often and MC was very young and couldn’t leave the house too much, they didn’t see her often, so that love didnt grow or anything.

They didn’t love her as best friends or anything, just yet.

However, when she turned 5 and learned to speak and read very well and visited Olympus, their heart thumped when they spoke to her. Her voice was very soft like, soothing (even for a child), and they loved to hear her laugh. Well, they loved to hear everyone laugh, but they wanted to hear hers most. They were a little enchanted and liked to do a lot with her. They loved Josh too because he was family to them, but they learned how to really love someone when they met MC bc, well, they just did. They didn’t realize it at first, but overtime realized that they loved her since that day they met.

And hnnnng I’m happy and soft at imagining this for some rEASON.

And we know that when they’re drunk, they literally just give loving glances toward MC (like they don’t do that sober but anyways). They probably act on it too (if they’re dating) and just loVE her and can’t hold back the looks bc they’re drunk and are not thinking to straight lol. And I like to imagine that when they were kids they did the same thinnng hnnnng. Whenever she came over and wanted to talk to them about anything, they’d listen with interest and would just give her ALL their attention.

Even when they were apart, the other gods and goddesses that took them for the day (I believe they went with some of them to learn what they did?) they would think of MC sometimes or think of what she said to them. They’d remember what they did that day so they could tell MC if she came over that day. They loved telling her stories and always wanted to entertain her. And like you headcannoned, they would let her win most of the time if they played a game. They knew she wasn’t a sore loser, but the smile on her face made them happy and loved to see her happy aND HNNNG MEG.

AND THEN when you said they gave her that deer plushie of theirs, imagine that they saw her play with it the whole day she was at Aphrodites estate and that’s when they decided to give it to her. I imagine MC as too nice to out right ask to keep something or would be afraid to literally take something that someone else loved, so she’d just play with it while she was there. They noticed she really liked it and gave it to her.

AND WHEN YOU POSTED THAT FIC OF MC HAVING ALEXS PENDANT WHEN SHE WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM HERCULES AND SAID THAT SHE REMEMBERED HOLDING ON TO IT AS A BABY...it made me just so Soft. Like they hold her when she was born, and the first thing she does is cling on to their necklace. She reaches for it and holds it in her tiny hands. She just looks at it and looks like she really likes it. They laugh at her and she laughs back and it’s just WHOLESOME. Then, when she got a bit older (maybe 5), she’d still sometimes just hold onto it. Like, sometimes she’d sit beside Alex or on their lap bc shes small and she might ask to actually wear it but they’re like “haha, uh, that can’t happen-”. And it’s just funny, so she just holds on to it when she’s nervous or just needs something to do when she’s spacing out. And if they tell her a story while they’re laying next to her, she cling onto it as she listens and eventually falls asleep hOLDING ITTT.

And sometimes, if they were alone in the estate, she would ask Alex if they could let their aura out. She loved to see their aura (and it’s why she loved the deer plushie so much. It always felt like Alex was with her🥺) and loved to pet it. Sometimes they’d let it out and she’d be ECSTATIC. They might make it literally just run around her so she could watch and laugh and be happy. Sometimes they’d let it lay right beside her as she fell asleep in the estate. And since they didn’t see each other often (like other best friends could) they’d always let her cling into their necklace, let her cling onto them, let her play with their aura, or do whatever she wanted with them. They knew they wouldn’t see her for maybe another month or few days, so they mainly just wanted to make her happy and enjoy their time with her when she was there.

And maybe ONE time they let her wear it and took a picture of her. It hurt a little bit without their aura, but they really wanted to see it on her. And she didn’t even ask one time and they were like “turn around and let me put it on you”. She’s happy but doesn’t understand that it’d probably hurt a lot. She only realizes once it’s on and she smiled at them. They smiled back but then it crashed down on her that they might be in pain. She’s like “OH NO,” and gives it back to them immediately after they take the picture. They still laugh sometimes at her almost crying bc she thought that she truly hurt them.

And once MCs mom got the picture (Alex got one and so did MCs mom bc Aphrodite saw the picture and wanted to share it lol) she held it close to her too. And I like to imagine she had a wallet with her badge and stuff in it aND SHE’D HAVE PICTURES OF HER KIDS!1!1! And then when she died and MC joined H.E.R.A, she also keeps her moms badge in her purse or bag. She just can’t let go and likes to think her moms there with her. Even before she becomes a field agent, even if she’s just working at a desk, she likes to see her moms badge when she gets a little scared or worried. She opens her bag, gets the badge, and sees her moms badge and how she was smiling in the photo and how happy she looked. She had her hair down (for once at work) and looked so young and happy. And it made MC happy and feel a little more comfortable. She may get teary eyed, but takes a deep breath and shakes her head. She can’t get sad now. Not here. She can’t get sad when she’s trying to do her best to make her mom proud. Even though her moms proud of her already, she doesn’t know that and wants to do the best and theres no crying on the job.

And imagine when Aphrodite and Hades somehow got to see Melody’s (MCs mom) badge when she died, they see photos fall out of it and it’s just pictures of MC and Josh. Pictures of them all together, pictures of just MC, pictures of just Josh, pictures of Josh and MC together...just pictures of her kids. Of her life. The pictures may be a bit small, but they both clearly see a smile on Melody’s face if she’s in it, and they know she’s smiling behind the camera or would smile when she looked on these photos. Now they know what she was looking at in her purse when she was stressed. It wasn’t looking for her phone or looking for “something”. She was looking for the pictures that reminded her why she was working at H.E.R.A in the first place. She wanted to make a better world for them and for the people in the world.

And they know deep down it wasn’t because of her relations with Hera. It was just because she truly wanted to make the world a better place. She truly wanted to help the people around her and wasnt pulled to Olympus bc of Hera. She was pulled bc she loved the people there as her own woman, she fell in love with Aphrodite as her own woman, she made Hades laugh and love her like a sister as her own woman, and she did so many things that were amazing. And she died trying to protect something that she truly loved.

I’ve thought of all of this for 2 days and I’m Soft™️.

And unrelated to AFK and such, sorry that The Girl in The Blue Dress has so many chapters and it’s just her dying again and again. I would start with the main story and sprinkle in the other lives, but I suck at doing that (I tried but am terrible at it. It never makes sense) so I always start out with the background even if it’s kinda long. So my bad lol. Hope you don’t get bored👀.

And sorry if there’s mistakes I don’t feel like re reading this mess DJWNDBW.

#my writing #alex cyprin #astoria fates kiss alex #astoria fates kiss #afk #lovestruck #I LOVE them #theyre so precious #and imagining them and small MC #makes me happy and even more soft #we love soft Alex for MC hereeee #and I HAD to drag MCs mom in it somehow #and some angst in it #bc thats how i roll lol #astoria fates kiss MCs mom #we love sadness here #friends talk #my friends are my power #friends are my power

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omegaqueencas · 4 years

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Take a Cue - Billiards Vingettes

1- John started teaching Dean to play pool as soon as he was tall enough to reach the felt, and Sam had early memories of sitting on the edge of the table in grimy bars, watching his father guide Dean’s hands on the cue, just like he guided them on a gun doing target practice.

Once, Sam got his fingers crushed against the edge of the felt by the ball because he’d forgotten John’s admonition to be careful. Dean didn’t want to play for a while after that, until Dad snapped, “He’s gonna get hurt worse than that some day, do you want to be able to take care of him or not? Pool’s a good way to make money, in a pinch.”

After that they played again, and Dean had a hard-eyed intensity that Sam was slowly becoming familiar with as his brother grew older.

2- Sam’s earliest role in hustling pool was as the teary-eyed distraction. If Dad’s mark was making trouble about handing over the money, it was Sam’s job to come over sniffling and wide-eyed, asking if they were angry with his Daddy. Dean would stand protectively behind him, ready to drag him out of harm’s way in case it didn’t work. It always worked.

3- Later, it was Dean who taught Sam to play. Night after night, whenever there was a diner or a bar with a pool table, they’d take down the cues and rack the balls. At first Sam just practiced hitting any ball into any pocket, and then, as he gradually improved, they played every variation of billiards on the books, and a few that he was pretty sure Dean made up.

“You scratched the cue ball! You have to pick truth or dare.”

“That’s not a real rule, Dean.”

“How do you know? And don’t chalk the cue between every turn, it makes you look like an amateur.”

Sam raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t looking like an amateur the point?”

“Yeah but only when you want to. Pool is a dying art and w e have to be defenders of her honor. Come on, truth or dare Sammy?”

“Don’t call me Sammy. Fine, truth.”

“Were you jerking off last week, after you walked in on me and Carla Benetti?”

“Ugh, you’re such a freak, Dean!”

Dean waggled his eyebrows. “Answer the question, you can’t welch on truth or dare.”

“Time to go, boys,” their dad called, and they had to put the cues away.

Twenty miles down the highway, both curled to sleep in the back seat with streetlights flickering in magic-lantern shadows on the inside of the car, Sam leaned his head against Dean’s shoulder and whispered, “Yes.”

“Huh?” Dean said, already thick with sleep. Dean could fall asleep anywhere, at any time.

“I said yes,” Sam repeat, low enough to not be overheard by John beneath the roar of the engine and the rush of the road. “I was jerking off. After I walked in on you.”

“Oh.” Dean breathed out, a little shakily, and his hand found Sam’s skinny knee, squeezing.

The dark made Sam brave. He reached down and closed his own fingers around Dean’s, holding them in place. They fell asleep like that.

4-John watched his boys circling the pool table. Sometime in the last six months, Sam had started to grow and didn’t look like he was stopping, and it was throwing off his game. It would take practice to get accustomed to his new reach and strength, and although it would eventually be an asset, it was clearly aggravating Sam now, as Dean beat him up and down, game after game.

John was at the bar, waiting for a contact who was supposed to meet him. Despite spending most of their lives in a car or assorted motel rooms together, he didn’t often get a chance to just watch his boys together. Not without haranguing them to finish their drills, or do the dishes, or stop their damn fool arguing. Tonight he had nothing better to do, until his contact showed.

Dean was teasing his brother, ragging on him, the kind of patter he never got to use on marks, not when he needed to keep them calm. Sam was not staying calm, going red-faced and pout-lipped, bangs in his eyes. It was affecting his playing. Steady breaths, John could have told him; just like aiming a gun - shoot on the exhale. But Sam was getting to that age where you couldn’t tell him anything, lanky and stubborn.

As Sam leaned over to take a shot, Dean passed close behind him and ruffled his hair. Sam missed the shot badly, and straightened up, scowling. “Dean!” John heard, over the noise of the bar. Dean grinned, unrepentant.

Beside John, someone cleared his throat, and John turned to shake hands with the tall, grizzled ex-hunter he’d been waiting for. At some point during the conversation, he lost track of the boys and when he glanced over, they were both gone, pool game abandoned with balls scattered across the table.

Just as John’s heart jumped with adrenaline, wondering if something or someone could have snatched them right here under his nose, he spotted both of them coming back from the bathrooms. Sam was still red-faced, and Dean still looked smug. They didn’t finish the game.

5- There was a stretch of time where they were too old to be shepherded into a bar innocently by their father, and too young to convincingly pass off fake IDs. They kept their skills up at billiards tables in all-ages restaurants and permissive dives all across the country, places that would turn a blind eye to a pair of teenagers playing pool as long as they didn’t drink. It was easy to hustle in places like that. Everyone underestimated a kid.

Sometimes people looked at Dean’s mouth or Sam’s beanpole legs and thought they could hustle something else. Dean always sent them away firmly as long as Sam was in earshot. Occasionally, if money was really tight, he’d slip out after putting Sam to bed, come back near closing time, and make a little more on the side.

6- Watching Sam’s ass as he bent over a pool table was Dean’s favorite kind of public masochism. His bubble butt was the one place he’d never lost his baby-boy softness, although Dean knew from touching it a thousand times that the plump roundness was all muscle when Sam flexed.

Sam’s Levi’s strained over the generous curve and Dean knew he wasn’t the only one watching. It made him hot with jealousy and pride to have other people’s eyes hungry on Sam as they played. His arms flexed in his t-shirt as he lined up his next shot. It was a view good enough to sweeten the sting of the money marks lost.

Sam didn’t love the buzz of hustling like Dean did. During his teen years, Sam got more and more bitchy about how weird it was to count hustling pool as domestic budgeting, and he started the same tune right back up after Dean came to get him at Stanford. But he loved the game; had always loved mathematics and precision of it, the way Dean loved the art and music of the clacking balls.

It never took much to cajole him into a game or two. Sometimes Sam even won, and always the competition, the posturing, the subtle exhibitionism left them both wound up and desperate to get off.

Someday he was going to fuck Sam over a pool table. The opportunity just hadn’t presented itself yet. They sucked each other off in the car instead, taking the edge off enough to make it back to the motel.

7- Sam could beat Dean sometimes, and Dean occasionally lost to an unlucky mistake with a stranger, but the first time Sam saw Dean get his ass whupped at pool by a girl was at the Roadhouse. Dean was excellent, professional caliber, but Jo had grown up in a bar with a pool table, spent every day of her life there. And Dean had underestimated her the first time. It was stupid of him, Sam reflected, when Dean himself had so often taken advantage of his blond good looks to lower a mark’s expectations.

Jo won the second game on skill alone, Dean playing hard and focused against her. He won the third, though. She looked a little breathless, a little bright-eyed and turned on afterward. Sam could sympathize. Win or lose, playing Dean at pool was always a semi-sexual experience. That was part of what made him such a good hustler. The game was as much about domination of this cocky, beautiful, attention-seeking young man as it was about the billiards. It drew people in helplessly, like Jo. Like Sam.

8- There was something unknowable about the Winchester brothers from the moment they first set foot in the Roadhouse - a mystery that went beyond Ellen’s strong reaction. Dean was mouthy and charming, Sam withdrawn and polite, but both of them were in some undefinable way, untouchable. Like everyone else in the world was slightly unreal, and only the Winchester brothers really existed for one another. It was at the pool table that she finally figured them out.

Waking up in the middle of the night and padding down the hall to the bathroom Jo heard noises from the bar downstairs. Sometimes her mom would take weird meetings with hunters at odd hours, and Jo was always curious, so she crept to the top of the stairs where she could watch without being seen in the shadows.

It was Sam and Dean, playing pool. The hard clacking sounds she’d heard weren’t beer glasses but balls. She understood insomnia. There were nights when she couldn’t sleep that she’d spent hours at that table, trying to lose herself and her grief in the patterns of the balls on the felt.

They circled the table like a pair of graceful animals, not speaking at all, and watched each other with intense eyes. That was what caught her attention, held her in place wrapt instead of going back to her warm bed. She’d played Dean earlier that evening, beat his chauvinist ass twice, and she’d seen how he watched her as he played - first casually, then measuringly, and finally triumphantly. But he had never looked at her like he’d seen her, like she was real in his world, like he was looking at Sam now.

He watched his brother like Sam was a work of art, a piece a theatre. Appreciative, ecstatic. And Sam was looking back, almost predatory. She’d written him off as the soft, hurt college boy to Dean’s brash edges, but there was nothing soft about the way he was looking at his brother. Dean leaned over the table, deliberately slow, and Sam’s eyes were hungry.

The unnamed suspicion growing in Jo’s gut clicked into focus when Dean put a hand on Sam’s back, dragging it down to the curve of his ass. Sam didn’t flinch, as if they did this all the time, just took his shot and sank the ball. Then he stood and grinned at Dean, wolfish.

When Sam pushed Dean back against the edge of the table, pressed up between his spread thighs, Jo slipped away. She didn’t actually want to see them kiss or fuck or whatever they were about to do. God knew hunting made you crazy and destroyed innocence fast. Jo wanted to keep a tiny piece of her sanity for herself, in blissful, plausible denial about the mystery of the Winchester brothers.

HAPPY WINCESTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR! xoxo Anon

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purpyl · 4 years

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So uh-- wow I never thought I'd come back to Plance when I needed comfort,,,

Here are some really self-indulgent Plance headcanons, enjoy ;)

- Whenever they watch rom/com's together, Pidge likes to just look at Lances face and see his change in emotions,

(From his teary eyed look when the couple does something cute together to the look of pure and innocent joy at the dumb gags thrown in, Pidge never gets bored)

- Lance really likes to plan date nights for the two of them, he usually thinks up of really strange yet romantic things to do/see, but most of the time something will go terribly wrong with Lance's plan and his only backup plan is "invite hunk to join us and mess with people" so they generally just spend time bonding as the garrison trio,

- Once they got stranded on an alien planet for almost two days, with no technology to call for help around them,

- They've definitely also tried to recreate a beach setting somewhere within the Castle of Lions, and ended up making a mess that took weeks to fully clean. (Even leading up to the loss of the Castle, most of the paladins were still finding sand literally everywhere, even though it was contained only in one room...),

- I like to think that, despite his meticulously thought through sleeping routine, there are days where Lance does all his regular routine but instead of going to bed he likes to stay in the main room with Pidge whilst she works so she has some company,

- On the days where he sleeps in the main room, he makes sure to bring a bunch of pillows and blankets to ensure the most comfort in case Pidge gets tired and wants to sleep too - which is very rare but it has happened once or twice.

- They're both the biggest pokemon nerds, so when they find a bunch of pokemon movie box sets at the same place they got Kaltenecker, you bet they're going to watch it almost every week,

-I always get this warm feeling imagining them hanging out in one of their rooms, the room dimly lit by the screen, surrounded by snacks & technology, and them just belting out the original pokemon theme.

- Pidge is also the type of person who's laptop is just full of movies, shows and games she's downloaded,

- Despite the range of movies and shows Pidge has, the paladins tend to only watch, the Shrek movies, Jurassic Park and on an off chance they have a lot of time, you'll catch them watching The Walking Dead.

- Pidge and Lance 100% play Stardew Valley,

- They both miss the domestic aspect of earth and they find comfort in the little farming simulator,

- Lance romances Abigail because she reminds him of Pidge with her love for games, her bravery/strength and her overall cuteness ((he was previously married to Sebastian but has since divorced him in game to be with Abigail))

- Pidge romances Alex, because his love for the beach, cockiness and crippling self-doubt reminds her of Lance.

;))

#plance #pidgance #cyance #flirtyrobot #or my personal favourite #pance #watering the garden #watering my plance #Plance Headcanons #self indulgent headcanons #voltron #pidge vld #pidge gunderson #lance mcclain #lance vld #lance #pidge

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I’ve seen pictures of Charlie day with his son and every time i see then I get a little fuzzy inside because I think about newt and herms adopting a kid after they get married:) But also them just being dads is so cute to think about. Carrying their kid around on their shoulders and reading them bed time story’s, teaching them about space and science etc etc is just so cute☺️. Could you possibly write a fic about herms and newt adopting a child and just them being cute, domestic dads?

@thejanewestin said: have you ever done a newt and hermann babysit prompt because I think that would be adorable!!

Anonymous said: A prompt idea for whenever u have time: Hermann and Newt taking care of a child. Like maybe it's one of their co-workers kids, and they have to look after him/her for the first time? I mean Newt already sounds like one of those chaos-uncles :D

i usually avoid writing/reading kidfic but top anon......ur message really got to me for some reason and made me a little teary so im doing a combo of all of the above....ur right they WOULD be cute dads

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Hermann does not, typically, make a habit out of interacting with children, nor does he have any real desire to, so he thinks he can be forgiven, even understood for being a little wary when Newton drops the news one morning that his young “niece” will be visiting them soon.

“Technically she’s my cousin’s kid, not my niece,” Newton says, stepping into a pair of jeans, “but, you know, it’s hard for little kids to distinguish that kinda shit. I’m old and big, so Uncle Newt it is.”

“‘Big’,” Hermann repeats, skeptically. Newton grins and tosses a sock at him.

“Shut up,” he says. “You know what I mean.”

Hermann does not, not really. His siblings have yet to have children, and his cousins--few though they are--were all quite grown when Hermann was born, and by the time they had children of their own, Hermann was well on his way to becoming the unwanted black sheep who received scarce invitations to family events. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t have had the chance to play uncle. “How long will she be staying?” Hermann says.

Newton pauses in buttoning his shirt. “Just a day, if you’re cool with that?” he says. “My cousin has an appointment and thought it’d be more fun for the kid if we babysat.” Hermann makes a small, vaguely distressed noise; Newton laughs. “Don’t worry,” he says, “I wasn’t expect you to help. I’ll probably take her to the park.”

Hermann feels a twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’ll help if you need, Newton, I wouldn’t want—”

“Seriously,” Newton cuts in. He shakes his head. “We’ll stay out of your hair. Just chill for a bit, take a bath or something. Can you do up my tie?”

Newton’s cousin is five, tiny, and loud, with a mass of brown curls the same shade as Newton’s and freckles across every inch of her face, and she begins sprinting full-speed around their flat the instant Newt’s cousin (who could’ve easily been an older, long-haired Newton) bids them farewell. It hasn’t been ten minutes and Hermann is already exhausted. “My cousin says she’s like my clone,” Newton says fondly.

Across the room, the child knocks into a side table and nearly sends a lamp and a coffee mug toppling to the hardwood. “I can see that,” Hermann says. Newton sticks his tongue out at him before clapping his hands together.

“Alright!” he shouts. The girl looks up. “Get your shoes on. We’re going to the duck pond so Uncle Hermann doesn’t lose his mind.”

“The duck pond!” she echoes delightedly, and sprints back over to where she’d kicked off her small purple tennis shoes in the hallway.

Newton kisses Hermann’s cheek. “We’ll be back in a few hours,” he says, playing with the hem of Hermann’s sweater. “Text if you need me.”

Hermann fidgets. It’s a nice summer day out, not too hot, but plenty of sun, nice breeze, and the walk to the duck pond is one of Hermann’s favorites (especially on the handful of occasions in which he and Newton pack a picnic basket for dinner, and Newton props Hermann up behind him on his bicycle and pedals them both there). And Hermann’s not quite sure what he’d do with himself alone at home, anyway--wait for Newton to return, perhaps, wishing he’d tagged alone. They are rather joined at the hip these days. “Newton,” he begins.

They’d have a hard time fitting two people on the back of Newton’s bicycle, so they walk, Newton holding his cousin’s hand. “I brought peas to feed the ducks,” he says, waving a small plastic baggie in the girl’s face. Hermann stifles a small sigh of irritation; those peas were meant to be part of tonight’s dinner, which Newton was well aware of. For a vegetarian he’s shockingly good at avoiding actually eating vegetables. “Maybe we’ll see turtles if we’re lucky.”

“We have a turtle in our classroom at school,” the girl says. “It eats lettuce.”

“Awesome. You know, I should’ve brought a net,” Newton says. “Then we could’ve caught one. I use catch turtles all the time when I was your age.”

“No,” Hermann says. “We’ve already got a cat. We don’t need a turtle, too.”

“Turtles are cool,” Newton’s cousin says.

“Turtles are cool,” Newton agrees happily.

When they’re not five minutes from the pond, Newton’s cousin comes to a halt and begins tugging on Newton’s hand. “I’m tired,” she says. “Will you carry me?”

Newton thrusts the bag of peas at Hermann and swings the girl up onto his shoulders without even pausing to take a breath. “There we go,” he says. “Hope you didn’t want a ride too, Hermann.” He winks.

“You can go next,” Newton’s cousin tells Hermann seriously.

Hermann cracks a smile. “I’ll manage, I think,” he says.

Newton divides up the bag of peas between the three of them--despite Hermann’s protests that he really, really doesn’t need to feed any ducks, thank you--and they sit on the edge of a small wooden dock as they throw small handfuls into the pond. “These are called mallards,” Newton says, pointing at the ducks steadily congregating below their dangling feet. “The ones with green heads are dudes.”

Hermann throws down another few peas; a small, scaly mouth suddenly emerges from the water and snaps them up. He prods Newton’s arm. "There’s a turtle, dear.”

“Where?” Newton’s cousin shouts, and, in her excitement to see, accidentally drops the rest of her peas. They bounce off the dock and are devoured by ducks almost instantly. “Oh no,” she says. Her lower lip wobbles.

“Hey,” Newton says quickly, “it’s fine, we can just—”

“You can have mine,” Hermann says. He tips the remainder of his own into the girl’s palm.

For a moment, she stares at him, unblinking, and then she smiles. Hermann smiles back. “Thanks,” she says. She curls her fingers into a fist around them. “Who are you?”

Newton snorts. “That’s Uncle Hermann, remember?” he says. “He’s my husband.” He waggles his ring finger, and points to Hermann’s, which sports an identical silver band. “We’re married.”

The girl nods, evidently satisfied.

There’s a marked change in her behavior after that. She begins addressing all her inquiries to Hermann instead of Newton (what kind of plant is that, why do ducks quack, why is his hair like that), always with a little Uncle Hermann, insists on Hermann pushing her, one-handed, in the swing at the pond playground, and when it comes time to leave, turns down another shoulder ride from Newton to hold both of their hands. She swings their arms as she walks between them. (This is nice, a traitorous voice whispers in the back of Hermann’s head. I could get used to this. I have the time to get used to this, now.) “Do you want to play a board game when we get home?” Newton says.

“Will Hermann play too?” she says.

“Of course,” Hermann says, and--from the corner of his eye--catches Newton giving him a curious smile.

They dig out an ancient, dusty copy of Sorry! from the bottom of the closet and make it through a few rounds--both he and Newton doing all they can to let the girl win each time--before stopping to make cheese sandwiches for lunch. After that, Hermann lets her doodle on his small chalkboard in their home laboratory and poke around through some of his old mathematics textbooks, though everything, unsurprisingly, flies right over her head. She prefers poking around in Newton’s biology texts, also unsurprisingly--they’re full of color illustrations of different animals, and she and Newton make a game of pointing to different ones and mimicking the sounds they make.

She gives them each hugs goodbye when Newton’s cousin returns to pick her up before dinner. Hermann gets two.

Newton is strangely quiet as he clears up their dinner dishes and straightens up the living room later that night, and he’s equally quiet as he strips down to his boxers and curls up behind Hermann in bed. When Newton gets like this, it usually means he has something poignant on his mind and is debating how to put it into words. Hermann rubs his thumb over Newton’s knuckles as he waits.

“Did you have fun today?” Newton says.

“I did,” Hermann admits.

Gentle kisses at the back of Hermann’s neck, up to a small spot behind his ear. It’s nice. Soothing. Hermann is on the verge of dozing off when Newton says, startling him quite badly, “Hermann, do you wanna have a baby?”

“A baby?”

Newton wriggles into a sitting position and tugs Hermann over to face him. He’s smiling eagerly. Hermann’s not sure what his own expression looks like--fear, maybe. Wide-eyed trepidation. “A baby,” Newton says. “We should have one. Surrogate. Or adopt one. I don’t care. I just want to have a baby with you.”

“Why--why would you want to do that?” Hermann squeaks.

“Because I think you’d be a great dad, and I think I’d be a pretty good dad,” Newton says. “And I love you.” He kisses Hermann. He kisses Hermann again. “I love you so much.”

It’s not as if Hermann doesn’t want to have a baby with Newton. He loves Newton. He loves being married to Newton. He thinks he’d love having a family with Newton. It’s only--well--the concept of fatherhood is always a bit of a touchy subject with him, almost entirely courtesy of his own father, who was never exactly ever a father to Hermann and whom Hermann is petrified of repeating the mistake of. Besides. Up until recently, the world was ending. It just wasn’t plausible--it wasn’t the sort of thing that they’d have the time for.

He lays there and allows Newton to pepper kisses across his face for some time. Newton’s very persuasive when he wants to be--he knows exactly how to make Hermann tick. “Newton,” he finally says, and Newton freezes. “I will consider it.”

“Sweet,” Newton says.

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