#anyway. sincerely hope its good enough anon (thumbs up)

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 6

a/n: DKFJSLDKFSJ OMG YOU GUYS IVE LTR BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FOR SO LONG AACCKKK!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also, omg im screeching bc BAHAHAHA THERE IS GOING TO BE A SLIGHT PLOT TWIST YOU GUYS!!!!!

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- Ever since yn got lost during a trip to another school, the team made the rule that she has to hold one of their hands. Its probably so small compared against the boys. She got lost cause babie saw a cat

SKDLFJLSDKFJ EWWWWWWWW IM SCREECHING IN DISGUST RIGHT NOW LIKE THATS SO DIS COS TANG OIKAWA TOORU LIKE LEAVE MY GUY ALONE!!!!!!! #LETMAKKILIVE

lmao yep this is really happening

okay so anyways

you guys know how seijoh is like known around the prefecture right?

and we all know that nekomata and old ukai are like besties so they were talking over the phone right

and nekomata was complaining that his players were already fed up with playing against the same people and they wanted to be challenged and wanted new exposure to other players and all that jazz

old ukai was cackling at the other side bc haha youre actually begging me to find you new teams now?

but anyways

theyre like besties forever so ofc old ukai would help

and by help, he turned to poor zaddy keishin and told him to look for teams that could be sent up to tokyo and play against nekoma

‘what?! im already busy and i dont have time to scout-’

‘YOU WATCH YOUR TONGUE BOY! I CREATED YOUR FATHER AND WITHOUT HIM, YOU WOULDNT BE HERE TODAY!’

‘BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I WANTED TO BE ALIVE IN THE FIRST PLACE!’

family goals 😍😍😍

but keishin still listened to his grandfather and recommended seijoh as being the one to go as they are one of the hardest to beat opponents in the preferecture

but its more like he wants to hear about nekoma being destroyed by oikawa’s service aces and grovel at their feet since naoi always made fun of them saying country boys arent as good as city boys

LIKE PLEASE

anyways!!!!!!

nekomata got word of it and immediately phoned aoba johsai and talked to the coach 

‘yes, i heard from an old friend of mine that you are quite strong’

nekomata praised, wanting and desperate to have them come up

‘and do you think your team is good enough to beat us?’

LMAO YESSSS GRANDPA IRIHATA!!! DRAG THEM KITTIES!!!!

WAIT NO THAT SOUNDS WRONG

but they settled on their disagreements and decided yep they were going to go up there and have a practice match

however

irihata and nekomata wanted their boys to be kept in the dark about who this team is as knowing them, they have sources to find them tapes of old plays

they wanted it to be a fair match

even the managers were being kept from it as they could easily be influenced by the players for that information

irihata walked into the gym and announced a team meeting to which they stopped

you sat down next to kyotani, who pulled you beside him and wrapped a protective arm around your waist

‘we have a practice match against a prominent team up in tokyo in 3 days. make sure you have your plays right and pat down as they are known to be quite an opponent’

the boys shouted a determined cheer and they all hussled back to practice

you were running around, tending to everyone with towels or medical tape

once you finally sat back down on the bench, you noticed your phone screen light up, indicating someone sent you a message

it was natsu

you swiped open and smiled softly at his picture

it a selfie of him in front of his school as you told him to send you a picture that he arrived safely

‘got here in one piece since im not ready to meet daddy satan yet’

i hate him you guys

after receiving news of his mother gaining custody of him, he cheered and was able to go back to tokyo without his father in the picture

lets just say,,, hes not nice

anyways

you were sad to let him go but you understood he missed his friends and his almost-boyfriend so you were able to say goodbye easily at the station

‘gross but im pretty sure katsuki would blow satan to smithereens’

‘hehe ;) he would’

‘N A S T Y’

you cringed but giggled and the team noticed so they tried hard to gain your attention back on them

‘aaa!!!!! y/n-chan!!! my leg!!!!’

‘i think i chopped off my finger!!!!’

‘my head snapped off my body!!!!!’

you rolled your eyes and placed your phone down before walking over to mattsun to help him snap his head back on his neck

finally, it was the day of the match

you were arranged to stay the night at tokyo to have a few practice matches with this unknown team

the team was arranged to meet at the train station at 9:45 since the train leaves at 10 

you arrived the earliest to keep track of everyone and just because you were actually kinda excited

theres this weird feeling in your stomach that isn’t exactly bad but its,,, giddy

you sat on the bench, waiting for the team 

they all started arriving one by one and you were doing a headcount for everyone but you were missing one

you checked your phone and you noticed he was getting late

it was already 9:54

you hate it when people are late to meeting time so you were slightly irritated

you dialed up your captain’s number and you stood up, pacing around

‘hello~~~~ y/n-cha-’

‘oikawa-san! do you know what time it is?! you were arranged to come here at specifically 9:45 but its 14 minutes passed that so where the hell are you? you better have a good excuse you piece of-’

‘aww y/n-chan oikawa-san is sorry’

someone whispered in your ear from behind and you flinched, surprised at the sudden person

oikawa wrapped an arm around your waist while his other hung up the call and you turned around, arms crossed while pouting at him

‘sorrysorrysorry!’

he apologized and you rolled your eyes

‘i swear, oikawa-san. if i find out it was because of your hair again-’

‘oi shittykawa! your sister just called me and you left the curling iron on, you stupid bastard!’

iwaizumi’s shout made oikawa sweat and pale 

your eyes glinted dangerously 

‘this is the last straw, oikawa-san’

you growled and he shot down to his knees and was about to start praying to you when the coach decided he had enough entertainment for the day and called everyone to gather around

‘heres your tickets. this train will get us there around lunch time so dont worry about getting hungry’

the shinkansen train had 2-person seating so everyone fought secretly amongst each other to sit next to you

literally, their private group chat was blowing up until early this morning at the shouts and yells of everyone caps locking their arguments as to why they deserve to sit next to you

the only one who didnt was mattsukawa issei

bc quite frankly, he didnt care who he sat next to and although it sounds nice to be next to you, he isnt exactly the comfiest to sleep on due to the obvious size difference

lmao like your head probably wouldnt reach his shoulders bruh

now youre not oblivious

or blind

so you noticed the glares of everyone as you all stood for the train to come

and you also noticed mattsun just standing there, bored, so you sneaked over to him, wrapping your arms around him

‘arent you excited, mattsun-san?’

he gasped quietly at your sudden appearance but he smirked

‘its nothing special. just another team that we’re going to beat’

you giggled at his confidence and you walked in front of him so you could properly be held by him

it was practically second nature now by the way he just opened his arms and you crashed into them, his own wrapping around your shoulders to hold you tight

‘i love your confidence so much mattsun-san’

he flushed red and furrowed his eyebrows, head turning to the side to hide the obvious effect you had on him

‘whats the point of playing when you cant be confident’

‘aaaa why are you looking away mattsun-san!!!’

lmao when the team saw you sitting next to mattsun, they all felt so betrayed like bruh

ltr kyo and iwa were about to go feral

oikawa was like ready to screech his ass off but one look from you made him shut up

‘i sincerely, really, truly hope youre just complaining about the seat hurting your flat ass, oikawa-san’

KDFJLSDKFJSDL Y/N NO STOP IT

it was kinda funny actually bc everyone was all pouting and sulky while you just have mattsun who’s smirking like ‘beat that’

SDKFJLSDKF I LOVE MATTSUN’S SMIRK LIKE PLEASE OMG

ofc he let you sit at the window bc you love window seats

like iwa, he also pulls up the arm barrier thingy and you shuffle closer to him and mattsun practically combusts

the ride isnt expected to be very long but you still found yourself sleeping during it

mattsun has his arm around your shoulder while your head is leaning against his peck man boobie 

omg its so cute like he actually slides lower on the seat to help you reach his shoulder and hes slouching and back is hurting just for you

;’)

he was awake the whole time bc he couldnt sleep with his heart beating so hard it might rip out of his chest

ew thats kinda gorey

your hand was gripping his own and to pass time, he found himself fiddling with your fingers 

an unknown smile appeared on his face at the obvious size difference between yours and his

a finger traced different and foreign shapes just to feel the softness of your hand and he combusts again when you unconsciously squeeze his hand

mattsun couldnt help but bring your linked hands up and kiss the back of yours

it was soft, gentle, and his lips lingered there for more than a second

then a sudden feeling of fatigue washed over him and he leaned his cheek against the top of your head 

the last thing he remembers is the smell of your f/s (favorite smell) shampoo

then you guys arrived in tokyo

irihata had to personally wake you all up because even naoi fell asleep and everyone fell asleep

irihata gently shook mattsun awake and when the boy opened his eyes, the older man nodded over to your form

‘gently wake her up’

as if mattsun didnt already know

thats why he softly ran the pad of his thumb on your cheek that was exposed to the air

‘y/n~~’

he coos and your nose twitches, in between the border of dreams and reality

‘darling, wake up, baby bear’

FSDKLFJSDLKSDJKFJDSKLFJSDLFKSJDLF YOU GUYS I CANNNNTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also im listening to kataomoi by aimer  so that kinda influences the ‘darling

his deep voice that surprisingly reaches a level of quietness made your eyes flutter

your whole face scrunched at suddenly being woken up but the sight of mattsun’s genuine smile made you mirror it and cuddle closer for an extra dose of warmth

‘hmm, is my baby tired?’

he teasingly whispers and you nodded, snuggling even further and he gently cups your face

his hold had made your cheeks squeeze slightly together and your pout increased the cute factor 

‘nwoooo dont skweeze demmm’

you slurred and he chuckled

‘hai hai’

‘kwiss it better’

you demanded and he full on laughed before moving his hands to your jaws so he could plant many kisses on your cheeks

the repeated kisses tickled so you giggled and squirmed

‘aaaaaa mattsun-san it tickles!!!’

your playful protests forced him to stop and allow you to actually sit up

as usual, your hair was a bird’s nest and mattsun attempted to settle it out

‘hah, y/n-chan your hair is like another being itself’

he choked out and you pouted at him

‘so mean! mattsun-san is so mean! baba-san! rescue me!!’

yahaba was known in the team to be the one who fixed your hair and you trusted him the most with it

hearing his name being called, the pretty boy dashed towards you and mattsun’s seats

‘is senpai giving you trouble again? come, honey, come to baba-san’

mattsun gave him a look for the younger’s passive agressive tone

oikawa immediately dashed over right next to yahaba

‘oh? y/n-chan! oikawa-san is here!!’

iwa and kyo growled

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA!’

meanwhile irihata and naoi were just done

they just wanted to get off the train like is that such a big favor?

finally!!!!

seijoh was able to actually make it to the city and ngl, despite living in sendai, you were actually overwhelmed by the bustling city of tokyo

there were people all over the place and many cars and you were being pushed around

it didnt help that it was ltr lunch hour and a flurry of business people just flooded out of their buildings

you unconsciously gripped your bag and focused on just not tripping over people so your eyes were trained on your feet 

then in the corner of your eye, you saw a tiny animal that was in danger of being stepped on so you ofc had to go chase after it

you shouted at some people to watch out and to not step on it

but then it disappeared

the moment you looked up, everyone was gone

you panicked and your head was turning from side to side

‘MATTSUN-SAN?! IWA-SAN?! KYO-SAN?!’

you shouted but it seems your voice wasnt loud enough

GIRL YOU GOTTA MANIFEST THAT BULLHORN VOICE

worry and dread bubbled inside of you but you stopped, just trying to calm down and think

then you saw the flash of white again so you hurriedly ran after it, not knowing that you were straying away from the city and towards the suburbs

you noticed you were now lost at the less amount of feet walking and this wasnt the city and you were now away from the team

taking yoru eyes off of the cat, you looked around to confirm your fear and that gave the cat an opportunity to disappear again

yoo crookshanks

huffing a curse, you pulled your phone out of your bag and dialed each 

your phone wasnt reaching the boys and no one was picking up

what the heck

you ended up at some quieter and less crowded spot 

like a neighborhood

you contemplated calling natsu as he lived in tokyo but tokyo was a big city and you were at some neighborhood so its highly unlikely he would know where you are

so you just walked around, looking for a place to sit and think like a park

then you heard a distressed meow

you were just walking and hearing that loud cry of help made you stop and immediately follow the sound

‘kitty? kitty?’

you called out even though you knew fully well they didnt understand you

but the cat cried even louder and you heard another cat

it was less higher pitched and honestly, you just felt like there was another cat

as you looked around, you saw the same cat you followed after and it bobbed its head at you as if asking you to follow him

‘you want me to go with you?’

the cat blinked then turned around and started walking

‘okay then’

you took the time to inspect the actual color of the cat

it was dominantly white furred but it had multiple colored spots, mainly yellow and brown

you eventually ended up at a large tree with a cat shivering on the biggest branch

it was black and had some fur sticking out at the top of its head and it looked young so its probably a kitten

you tutted and reached out your hand but it recoiled, hissing at you

BOI SHE TRYING TO HELP YOU WHAT

‘hey, i want to help you’

you softly said and maybe youre just doctor dolittle? 

bc it stopped hissing and started whining instead

‘kenma-san! i swear i saw it just now-’

a sudden foreign voice made the black haired cat hiss again and this time, even you were counted as a threat

the appearance by the corner of two boys made you glare at them

one was freakishly tall with grey hair and scary green eyes while the other was shorter and had bleached hair that grew out

they both wore running shorts and black shirts and they looked like they were on a run or something

then you had a thought

this guy was tall

he could help

‘hey! you!’

you waved and the boys stopped, eyes wide

they pointed to themselves and you nodded

‘yes, silly! especially the tall one!’

the other had a flash of a glare that disappeared almost immediately but the ‘tall one’ happily skipped over

‘oho, hello chibi-chan’

KDFJSLDFKSDJLFDKSJ YES IM CONDENSCENDING

you puffed your cheeks out in anger at the nickname but this was not the time

‘that kitty up there is stuck. and i cant help it because its scared. and its all the way up there’

you pointed and he nodded

‘i followed that cat here too but i needed someone else. thats why i brought kenma-san’

your eyes shifted to ‘kenma-san’ who was focused on the other cat who also stared back at his spot by the tree

hmmm, they look kinda similar

‘well! we need to help it,,,,,, grandpa-san!’

taken aback by the nickname, the tall guy gasped while the blonde boy choked out a sudden laugh and you giggled

‘GRANDPA?!’

‘yea. you know cus you have gray hair’

you reasoned and he was about to retort when he stopped himself

‘no. we have more important matters in hand. kenma-san, come stand on my shoulders. chibi, use my jacket to catch it if it falls’

you scrambled to do your task but you heard kenma-san mumble

‘you cant tell me what to do’

‘oh hey! whats your name?’

you asked and the tall guy waved

‘im lev. haiba lev. first year’

‘kozume,,, kenma. im a second year’

‘oh! then nice to meet you! im l/n y/n!’

introductions had to be cut short as you all assembled

kenma wobbled while lev cringed at the obvious pain but they gritted their teeth and kenma lunged to grab the cat 

but the cat jumped away, falling to the ground where it was caught safely by you

thankfully the jacket saved you from scratching but after a few soft whispers of reassurance, the kitty calmed down and it resulted in just shaking

‘its okay. we’re okay. i got you’

you were completely oblivious to the fact that kenma and lev were on the ground, bleeding after falling, or the shout at the distance

‘kenma! lev!’

‘Y/N-CHAN!’

you three turned to see two groups of boys coming from two directions

on the right had a guy with black hair similar looking to the cat on your arms 

while the left had your familiar looking captain

‘oikawa-san!’

you shouted and he ran up, eyes wide with worry

‘where were you?! why did you run off?! you shouldn’t-’

he rambled but your eyes stopped at the appearance of your familiar pink-haired cousin

‘natsu?!’

you shrieked and he had an equally surprised expression

‘y/n?!’

he shouted 

‘what-!’

he started but you beat him to it

‘why are you here?!’

you pointed to the people behind him

‘im,,, a manager. im a manager for my volleyball team’

‘volleyball,,,’

you trailed off

‘VOLLEYBALL?! NEKOMA?!’

you knew of your cousin’s school but you didnt think you guys would meet here

‘shes your cousin?’

someone piped up from the back and natsu nodded, still looking at you

‘oya? the apple doesnt fall far from the tree, then. hello gorgeous, the names kuroo tetsurou’

KSLDFJDSK I HATE THIS LIKE PLEASE HES JUST A NERD YET I WRITE HIM LIKE THIS I HATE MYSELF

‘HAH?! YOU BACK OFF!’

kyotani started but you caught him in time, holding him in your arms

‘nooo,, calm down, kyo-san’

natsu’s nose crinkled and his mouth curled

‘ugh, nice to see you too, brat’

‘BRAT?! YOU BASTARD!’

‘IM A THIRD YEAR, YOU BASTARD!’

kyotani was held back by oikawa and iwa while your cousin was with that kuroo guy and lev

you hurried back to the rest of the team and they each glared at you but they had an obvious expression of relief

‘do that again y/n-’

‘i know, makki-san. youll use a leash backpack’

lets just say its not,,, the first time youve been lost

‘new team rule. youre holding someone’s hand at all times. no matter what, always hold us’

yahaba scolded and watari nodded

meanwhile, mattsun grabbed your hand and gripped it tight

‘youre never leaving my sight again’

his tone was different from his usual playful and teasing voice 

you knew he was very worried and that made you feel really guilty

‘im sorry’

you whispered and he pulled you to him, hugging you tightly

‘its okay. youre here right now and thats all that matters’

you nodded and you turned your head, leaning on his chest to watch oikawa yelling and shouting at this kuroo guy while your cousin and kyo were arguing and you chuckled

this was,,, chaos

‘dear god, you shouldve let me be lost for a few more hours’

you mumbled, smiling lightly when mattsun’s chest vibrated as he laughed

‘take me with you next time’

‘i will’

you hummed

‘Y/N-CHAN! YOU ARE NOT GOING NEAR THIS-THIS MONGREL!’

oikawa screeched, stomping his way over to you

you smirked

‘oi kuroo-san! lets hang out after the match!’

oikawa screamed

a/n: now that my nekoma manager is out, i can finally have a manager x manager interaction and uwuwuwuwu just wait until i finish the others and ill do that req anon sent in ;) if you sent it in, you know what im talking about ;)

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[revasserium]

beauty as a perspective (or a study of truth through the lens of a boy who has always believed in fairy-tales)

anon: And it is beautiful with Hinata First love with kageyama? Please :) 

101. and it is beautiful hinata ; 1.8k words

there are so many things he considers to be beautiful -- the sunrise, the sunsets, the way the moon lingers on the horizon after a whole midsummer’s night, like it’s waiting for the first rays of sunlight to spill across the world, the way the stars are relentless in their twinkling, as if emboldened by the darkness that beholds their very beings -- that they are made all the brighter by night’s all-consuming dark. 

there are other things too -- a well-aimed spike, crystal cut and down the line, right next to the pole, a perfectly arched toss, slow enough for thought, but too fast for the opponents to follow, the double-rolling saves that noya-sempai had promised to teach him and still hasn’t gotten around to, the way a clean sneaker sounds against the well-waxed floor of a freshly cleaned gym, the sound of a volleyball meeting skin, the flutter of a net, the chorus of voices as it echoes towards the ceiling. 

the cheers of the crowds when a point gets scored. when a match is won. 

the weight of happiness, so light and yet so, so heavy too, enough to make his bones feel like they’re filled with gold or silver or maybe magic itself. he thinks there’s nothing more beautiful than playing... and winning. 

until he meets you. 

your name breezes through him like a summer wind through wheat, leaving no part of him unruffled and untouched, all this thoughts tangled and out of ordered, but so beautifully so. he watches you go like a child watching the end of a really good dream, powerless to stop it, but still with the naïve hope that perhaps, if he just kept his eyes open (or closed) for a moment longer, maybe, just maybe you’ll stay -- 

“hinata-kun, its your turn to help clean the classrooms.” 

he snaps out of his reverie (did you know that’s the word for daydream in french? how fitting, right? and when tsukki had asked, drop-jawed and all, where the hell hinata had learned such a thing, all he could do was shrug and blush and say he’d read it somewhere -- to tsukki’s compounded shock and confoundment), the teacher is watching him with a hiked eyebrow, and half the class was giggling. but you, you’re standing next to his desk with a sweet, expectant smile and he’s lost all over again. 

(who was he, anyway? before he knew what your smile looked like? what your voice sounds like? what the color of your hair was beneath the morning sun, or in the golden glow of dusk?) 

“let’s do our best, hm?” you offer him your hand. 

hinata had never wished for after class chores to last forever, but he has now. 

he doesn’t know how you get onto the topic of volleyball, but it always ends up there somehow... with him -- and he finds himself rambling like he always does when he’s nervous, blabbing out an invite because yeah! it’s pretty cool! and there’s a practice match today! and oh, yeah! i’m on the starting lineup and of course you can come watch! i’m super awesome y’know! -- 

and then the horrifying, daunting realization that he’s going to have to play. with you watching him. with your eyes, like pools of amber so deep and clear they remind him of melted caramel during the holiday school fairs, with your smile like tasting a favorite treat after a long, hard day’s practice, with your laughter and your voice like -- like -- 

“what’s this? hinata’s brought a friend?” there’s something in the texture of suga-sempai’s voice that hinata isn’t sure he likes but he’s too nervous to call it out at the moment. instead, he tries desperately to explain why the hell he’d brought you along, not that he’s really sure either, other than the fact that he doesn’t ever want you to leave his sight ever again in his whole life but, well, he can’t really say that out loud without sounding like a freak -- 

“uh -- it’s not -- i mean, yeah! we’re friends! i think so at least -- well anyway -- ahhhhh -- she likes volleyball and there’s a practice match today and i told her she could come and watch cause i’m really awesome at it and she just moved here from tokyo, or actually she stayed in france for a while before that! can you believe it? hey -- wait do you know kenma from nekoma? they’re from tokyo too, right --?” 

kageyama fixes him with a flatlined look even as you smile. 

“she’s not from the same school, idiot.” 

hinata puffs up as he turns to kageyama but thankfully, daichi is there to pull them apart before things get really nasty. he flashes you a sincere and somewhat apologetic grin. 

“ah, thanks for coming. you can find a seat up there, and uhm -- welcome to karasuno.” 

hinata finds himself watching you go (he nearly yells when you wave at him from the second level, that is until kageyama elbows him so hard in the side he actually does yell). 

“focus, boke!” 

“shut up, crappyama!” 

“ha? what did you say?” 

“both of you, quiet!” 

they both flinch at the sound of daichi’s voice. 

but hinata can’t help stealing another glance towards you, thinking that this feels different, somehow. different than all the other practice matches he’s played before. it’s like his vision is sharper, all his senses on high alert -- he can smell the sweat on his teammates’ skin, can see each spec of light as it refracts off of the newly waxed gym floors, can feel the weight of your eyes on him like a superhero’s cloak -- beautiful and full of responsibility. 

and he plays well that day, he thinks -- got a few really solid quick’s in, and he only messed up on two of his serves, which, all things considered, is probably a record low for him. kageyama only yelled at him five times, also on the low side. 

they manage to scrape a win, and it was mostly asahi-san’s doing -- noya-sempai being awesome as ever, too. still, he thinks it’s been a good day. he almost forgets that you’re watching for a while, but only for a while, and as the match draws to a close, he’s again keenly aware of your eyes on him. 

he turns to grin up at you, shooting you a thumbs up. he finds you no longer sitting, but standing by the railings, your eyes huge and happy as you wave down at him. there’s a flush to your face that makes him want to walk off a bridge right into a very, very cold river but he shelves that thought for later as you make your way down the stairs, jogging right up to him, your smile so brilliant he thinks he might go blind if he stared too long. 

he blinks, still dripping sweat down his now very wet uniform. 

“shouyou! you were amazing! i mean, you are amazing --!” 

he almost jolts at your use of his given name, but then he remembers you asking (because you liked the sound of it or something; he’d forgotten what you said after that cause he was too busy marinating in the fact that you liked the sound of his name) if you could call him that. and him saying yes. 

“for a while there it looked like you were flying, like really flying!” 

he nods along with your excitement, his smile growing so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt and god, what what happen if he just kept on smiling wider and wider? what would happen to his face? would it stretch and keep on stretching? or maybe he’ll accidentally split his face in half and have to get stitches from the hospital, which wouldn’t be fun but for you, he thinks, it’s worth it. 

“y-yeah! cool! right?” he leaps ups as if to illustrate, but as with all things he does on a spur of the moment impulse, it doesn’t go quite as planned. he ends up smacking his head on the doorframe of double gym doors, leaving him whining, curled up into a ball on the ground, and you kneeling by his side. 

“shouyou? are -- are you okay? oh my god, what happened?” 

he winces as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, grinning awkwardly up at you. 

“i wanted to show you!” 

“show me what?” 

“what it looks like to fly!” 

tanaka is fussing over hinata, loudly asking if he’ll get a concussion while tsukki is remarking to that getting a concussion might be good for him; noya and tanaka are both laughing so hard they’re also curled up on the ground. 

you giggle, “save some flying for next time.” 

“for... next time?” 

“yeah, for the next time you play.” 

“will... will you be there?” 

you smile, nodding, offering him a hand. 

“if you want me to be.” 

“yes! yeah -- oh man, i do! i really really --” 

“good, then i’ll be there.” 

“aahh, that’s amazing! super great! ahhhh i’m so --- mmmm -- i’m so happy!” 

he leaps up and is about to jump up again before he realizes you hadn’t let go of his hand yet. 

he blinks, heat washing up his face like jumping head-first into a steaming onsen. 

“hey! you said you’d save some for next time, right?” 

hinata laughs, “right -- for next time.” 

you give his hand a squeeze before letting go, turning to greet his teammates. hinata watches you, like he’s been doing from the second he’d set eyes on you a week and a half ago, when you’d introduced yourself to the class. 

like when he’d all too enthusiastically volunteered to show you around the school, like when the pair of you had stopped in the library, and you’d run your fingers along the spines of all the books like greeting old friends. 

like when you flipped open a book of fairy-tales and traced the outline of a boy with melting wax wings, plummeting from the sky. 

“you know, i used to always daydream about flying as a kid,” you said. 

hinata quirked his head, “why?” 

you smiled, “dunno, seemed like a fun thing to do.” 

hinata smiled then too, “well, it’s not that hard.” 

you looked at him, “you... know how to fly?” 

“sure i do!” 

you laughed, then, but not a mocking kind of laugh -- a delighted, dancing kind of laugh that made hinata’s whole chest fill with hot air and helium. 

“you promise to show me some day?” 

hinata had nodded so hard his head might’ve come right off it’s hinges. 

“hey, what’s ‘daydream’ in french?” he asked. 

you blink at him, “reverie.” 

“wow... beautiful.” 

you laughed again, nodding, “it is, isn’t it?” 

and he decides then, watching as you smile at something suga-sempai says, as you quirk your head curiously at kageyama, making him flush a hilarious shade of crimson as well, that sure, there are a lot of beautiful things in this world. 

but none of them quite so beautiful as you. 

#haikyuucreations #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #hinata shouyou #haikyuu headcanons #hinata shouyou x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shōyō #hinata #floofy floof floof #haicuties #idk where the title came from dont ask me #ah its so fitting that the first two things i write are kageyama and hinata pieces lol like i said not much has changed #god i cant wait to reread the final arc and write the shit out of timeskip hinata and kageyama #fuCK timeskip everyone go d i love grownup casts #the ending took my soul and trampled it in the best of ways and just wow i have a lot of eelings and thoughts about it #but yeah anyway as always stan hinata and kageyama they legit dont get enough love eventho they be the fuckin main characters okay

[lemonietrinket]

Flirt ||| Wonpil x Reader

summary: wonpil is acting strange. and you have a... small theory as to what he’s doing but that would mean accepting that your feelings are mutual. and can you believe that? no. not yet. but maybe someone will help you to.

genre: flirty... fluff? i guess some attempts of (niche) humour warning(s): occasional foul language (1x s**t) word count: 2038 song(s): baby - astro an: sorry it took a little while anon! i struggled to start this one for some reason? anyway i hope you enjoy it! it’s a lot longer than i intended. again. oops.

non-idol!au

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you couldn’t tell what was up with wonpil. it wasn’t like he’d been acting this way for weeks or even days—in fact, this strange air that had overtaken him had only begun an hour ago, when you had arrived at their place with another of your friends—and yet he seemed such a different person to what you normally saw of him. sure he was affectionate, and cuddly, and could often say odd phrases that could be wildly construed as meaning things he most probably did not. but not to this level. because now, catching the abnormal glint in his eye, you could have sworn he did mean it. and you were torn between wanting to shy away to save your heart the pain of bursting, as well as never wanting him to stop.

because truth be told, these displays were the boldest indicators that he actually liked you back. he wasn’t just holding onto your arm because that’s what he did with people he was close with, he was holding onto your arm because he wanted to be close to you, and his hands only drifted away gradually as if he wanted to return. he wasn’t seemingly biting his lip out of deep thought anymore either—how could he be, when he seemed to make such strong yet brief eye contact with you while he did so? he didn’t clear the corner of your lip with a napkin like he usually did if there was a crumb there, he did it with the tip of his thumb instead, with a napkin right there—

and quite honestly, you didn’t know what to do about it all. it was as if your dreams were being presented to you on a platter, and all you had to do was be bold enough to take them but in the end you could never truly be sure enough to do so.

it had continued all throughout the evening. whenever you spoke to him even on the smallest and most insignificant of matters, those deep spools of onyx stared right into your soul, and seemed to settle there comfortably, while his usual bright smile was replaced by a dimmer one. you had worried if he was upset at first, until the possibility dawned on you that that was what a wonpil smirk looked like. it unnerved you that you’d never seen one before, and you quickly shrugged it off. 

though your mind continued to question what the hell he was up to.

with cheeks flushed and eyes focused on your meal, you avoided your friends’ stares, until one finally gathered the confidence to ask. 

“you alright, y/n?” it was younghyun. which meant you should really respond.

plastering the most convincing smile you could muster on your face—which surely couldn’t have been too unconvincing since you were slightly delirious with the possibility of your dreams coming true—and raised your head confidently to answer him. “yeah! i’m fine, just tired!”

“right, you look a bit hot,” sungjin continued, gesturing to his cheeks to represent yours. 

feeling the eyes upon you, it took you a few seconds to work out what excuse to use. unfortunately, those moments were all that wonpil needed to strike again with his sudden flustering confidence. “too right they do,” he said simply. 

jae broke into laughter as dowoon subtly choked on his ramen. your friend meanwhile, having been close colleague to you for a couple of solid months (which was not long enough to know anywhere near a hundred percent of what anyone was really like), giggled and teasingly piped up, “oooh, someone’s got a crush!”

you rolled your eyes at how cringey she sounded, as well as to cover for just how the mention of wonpil liking you in that way made your face no doubt heat up even more. sungjin though spoke up quickly to clarify, whilst the others just laughed, “no no, he means like they do look hot—not hot as in attractive, hot as in genuinely... high temperature.”

with the others distracted you felt your eyes drawn to the man sat directly opposite to you, and what you found there was truly heart-stopping.

he was smiling. which was bad enough for your stability, as whenever he beamed you felt your spirits lift and the world brighten, as if nothing bad could happen, and that you were truly cared for by somebody. but this time, once again, that smile had that bold undertone. that gleaming gaze. if you would ever a simp, it would be for this man and this man alone.

however, things didn’t end there.

“you should get some water,” jae suggested, chuckles dying down as he nodded in encouragement. “it’ll help, park’s word.”

“good idea, i’ll come w—”

younghyun had begun, but before he could even put his empty plate on the coffee table, he was forced to halt in his tracks.

“no, i’ll do it!” wonpil interjected, “i’ll help them.” 

within moments he was up on his feet, food practically discarded, his bandmate left to lean back in his chair, wondering what had just happened. or at least that’s what you thought of the situation.

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

absentmindedly, you had trundled after wonpil as soon as he’d offered to accompany you, simply because you couldn’t imagine not going with him. wherever this man went you would go. but no, you weren’t totally, utterly in love—pah, of course not.

reaching the kitchen, when you saw there was enough space, you scarpered around him and straight over to the cupboard to get yourself a glass. jae had been right, you really did need something to cool you down.  the room remained silent as you heard the conversation in the living room pick up once again, muffled by your overwhelming heart beat. you avoiding his gaze by keeping your head towards your glass and your back turned. wonpil didn’t seem to make any attempt of moving across from the opposite stretch of counters like you expected he would. nor did he speak for the longest time, which worried you more than all of the ‘flirting’ (you weren’t sure if you should pin it as that just yet) combined. 

eventually though, the quiet was broken. 

“why were they all laughing?” he enquired, voice a dab closer to the usual soft pili you knew inside and out. 

you figured that indicated the ‘flirting’ explanation was less probable. either way, you explained while pouring water into the glass. never did you think you would be staring at the quickly popping bubbles of a boring old drink over the most gorgeous man you ever met. “because it sounded like you were saying that i was attractive-hot, rather than hot-hot,” you chuckled half-heartedly, “don’t worry, it happens to the best of us, english sucks.”

there was another moment of peace and you figured he wouldn’t talk and expect you answer for a bit, so you took a sip of water. the ice met fire and you could feel your heartbeat begin to slow from its incessant march.

that was, before his voice returned, a lot more shy than just mere minutes prior. “but... that is how i meant it.”

you choked on your drink, and within a single second you were ready to implode all over again.

he rushed to your side and it was like your cheeks couldn’t get any redder. his hand tapped your back lightly as he repeated apology after apology. though through your coughs, you smiled—properly this time. because your normal wonpil was pretty much back. big eyes wide and shining, voice sweet rather than sultry, and at your side.

“it’s ok, i’m fine,” you urged, clearing your throat before taking another sip to help more effectively this round. 

he waited for you to finish this time before speaking in a whisper, “i’m why you’re blushing, aren’t i.” 

he looked so earnest, so sincere.

“n-no.” you cursed your cowardice. this would have been the moment to admit everything, to tell him of all the feelings you’d failed to confess for so long. 

“its ok, i know, you’re the reason why i am too.”

not that it really mattered, as he already knew. 

thoughts running along cogs in your head, it took you a few moments to gather what he was inferring. 

but it was true. so focused inwardly, on keeping yourself together, you hadn’t even regarded the face of the man you liked so dearly. whipping your head across to him, you found his cheeks flushed rose just like yours, though admittedly less rampant. 

“you... you know?” you stammered, forcing yourself to inhale. you needed to stay alive at least long enough to hear the rest of what he had to say, otherwise everything up to this point had been for nothing.

at this point however, he looked sheepish. guilty even, with his lips pressing firmly together as his eyes began to avoid yours, flitting around the kitchen haphazardly.

“yeah. i... kinda found out yesterday.”

“yesterday?!” you exclaimed. “how?” you didn’t let him reply as you immediately moved on. “wait, that’s what this was all about? all those lingering touches and gazes and the... the cleaning of my lips without a napkin?!”

he nodded.

“pil, you shit!” a laugh broke through your curse.

wonpil began to whine nonetheless. “look! you made me flustered this whole time! and i-i wanted to be confident to you! for once... like younghyun! he’s confident to people he likes—”

“you made me flustered too! this whole time! outside of like... whatever happened today,” you insisted. however, your voice lowered soon after as you turned away from the counter to face him fully. “wonpil, i only want you to be yourself though, ok? you don’t have to be like younghyun, i love you just the way you are.”

his head lifted to reveal that characteristic smile slowly growing upon his lips. “you love me?”

your eyes widened in horror at what you’d let slip. breath hitching in your throat and leaving you completely unable to explain what had just happened, you needn’t have worried so much. wonpil’s bright smile only continued to beam and soon, his arms were around you.  you clutched to him out of reflex, inhaling deeply and letting his presence calm you at last. his hair was soft by your cheek, grip tight at your shirt as he nuzzled his nose into your neck. 

“i love you too,” he murmured after relishing in the peace, and with your heart fluttering you embraced him tighter. it had been such a convoluted way to end up with your dreams right in your lap but you didn’t care. he was here now. 

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

“ha! i win, hand over suckers!”

several sighs and groans merged behind you, and you pulled away slightly to see what on earth was going on. there you found your friend, stood proudly at the front, with her open palms being filled with the eventual equivalent of a wad of cash. only sungjin didn’t seem to be taking part. when her hand was pushed towards him, he shook his head.

“no i didn’t take part.”

when she looked quizzically over at him, younghyun stated, “would have been his fourth time.”

unfortunately it didn’t add much clarity. “what?”

you heard wonpil whine, arms still loosely looped round the small of your back and you offered him an apologetic smile.  taking a deep breath, you pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose, and laughed at how his blush began to slowly return. 

“you want to get out of this joint?”

he giggled. “yeah, it’s dull. ice creams?”

“perfect. move it losers, we’re coming through,” you chucked over your shoulder jokingly, and with an arm around him you lead the two of you out of the kitchen. the small crowd instantly parted for you to make your way through but not without a couple of cheers, mostly from jae. 

although as you passed, you felt the overwhelming urging hand of curiosity push you to ask wonpil, “hey, how did you know?”

“w-well—”

“to be fair, everyone knew, so it only seemed fair,” interjected a deep voice from the sidelines. 

“dowoon?!”

~~~

an: i’ve just realised that this may not work in korean? so... in this world they all magically speak fluent english too yay.

masterlist

#day6 #day6 wonpil #kim wonpil #wonpil day6 #wonpil x reader #wonpil fluff #wonpil x reader fluff #wonpil oneshot #wonpil imagines #wonpil imagines fluff #wonpil oneshot fluff #day6 fluff #day6 x reader #day6 x reader fluff #day6 imagines #day6 imagines fluff #day6 oneshot #day6 oneshot fluff

[whoisbxcky]

Safe: Pt. 2

request: Can I request a part 2 to Safe? It was so amazing great job!!

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (!!reader and peter both 16 in this fic!!)

word count: 1900

warnings: angst, implied ptsd/ flashbacks, fluuuuuuff 

author’s note: Aaaaand we’re back with a second act to ‘Safe’. A lil more angst, a lil more fluff. We take a trip to Morocco. All the good stuff. 

Thank you very much to anon for this request, it’s always rad to know someone enjoyed my story enough to ask for more of it! ~ Toria <3

PART 1 | PART 2

“How many, dear?” The kindly old women at the market stall called out to you, her lopsided smile reaching you from behind the box of fruit she was currently lugging around.

You glanced up at her, taking your longing stare away from the impossibly succulent oranges you had been studiously inspecting just a moment before. You offered her a warm smile back, pulling your scarf firmly around your head as you cleared your throat.

“Just the one, if it’s no trouble, Ayat.” You replied in a sing song voice, unable to keep the smile from your expression.

The wise, old Moroccan matriarch had been gifting you fruit from her market stall in exchange for English lessons since you’d arrived in the country a month and a half ago. Apparently, she had a grandson living in England, and was determined to surprise him with her newly learned third language when he returned home for Eid al-Adha.

She gave you a knowing smile in turn, and handed you the fruit, clasping your hand in hers, her eyes full of fondness.

“Shukran, Ayat.” You whispered to her, giving her weathered palm a gentle squeeze.

“Barak llāhū fīk, Y/N.” She whispered back, reaching forward to pat your cheek affectionately, before the two of you parted ways for the day.

You limped through the bustling souk, the sounds of fervent chatter and the aroma of rich spices and freshly cooked meat overtaking your senses. You could not help but grin, your heart practically soaring, as you considered the stark contrast between Marrakech and the battlefield you’d found yourself almost dying on months earlier.

It had been around twelve weeks since Steve and Tony had faced off, and you’d found yourself at the business end of a collision with an eighteen-wheeler, snapping your femur amongst myriad injuries in the process. True to his word, Tony had fixed you up as much as you had allowed him to, and you had been back on your feet in mere days. However, once you were able to move around unassisted, you had fled the compound without a word, leaving only a note for Peter in your wake.

Peter.

You gave a heartfelt sigh, digging into your orange as you dipped and weaved through the crowded side streets, making your way toward the ocean-side cliffs at the edge of town.

It had hurt you tremendously to leave Peter without saying goodbye, and you had almost considered staying when the image of his boyish grin, and those gleaming, oak brown eyes had materialised in your mind.

But you knew you couldn’t stay. Not after… Well. Everything.

You stifled a gasp as you came upon the desolate cliff tops, overlooking the crystal blue waters of the Atlantic. It didn’t seem to matter how many times you came here for sunset; the view never lost its magnificence in your mind.

You stood, allowing the gentle evening breeze to tousle your hair as you pulled your headscarf down, acutely aware that as usual, no one would be around to pay mind at this hour.

You had just closed your eyes, allowing the sound of crashing waves and the scent of salt and citrus to flood your senses, when a small voice from behind you caused you to turn so sharply on your heel, you almost fell.

“Y/N…”

Scanning the area behind you, your gaze fell upon the face of one who should not… Who could not be there. You let out a breath of surprise, the figure’s name falling from your lips like a rock in a tranquil pond.

“Peter…”

For a moment, the two of you simply stood, neither one of you making a move to speak, or approach the other. You weren’t entirely sure you weren’t hallucinating, not until Peter finally broke free of his trance, taking a careful step towards you, hands up in mock surrender.

“Y/N… It’s really you…” He murmured, eyes shimmering with emotion.

You heart stuttered in your chest, and you felt your head spin as you tried to comprehend the situation you had found yourself in. You had been so careful to keep any and all trace of your whereabouts a secret, but in reality, you had known the second you left that the Avengers would track you down eventually.

What you hadn’t anticipated, was that Peter might ignore your letter, which very specifically instructed him not to come looking for you.

That realisation turned your confused joy into mild rage, and you narrowed your eyes at the boy in front of you, grimacing,

“What the hell are you doing here?” Your snapped.

Peter swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor as his shoulders slumped in turn.

“I… I had to know if you were alright…” He mumbled, a faint pink hue on his cheeks.

“I assume you got my letter. Which very specifically told you to stay away.” You snarled, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

Peter shot you an affronted glare, taking another step toward you, and you flinched. This was exactly what you’d hoped to avoid.

“I just want to understand… Y/N… I want to know, why did you leave?” Peter questioned, his eyes flickering with resolve. You knew that look; it was a silent promise that you would not have peace until Peter Parker had the answers he desired.

With a sigh of defeat, you ran a trembling hand through your hair, unable to meet Peter’s gaze all of a sudden.

“I… I couldn’t stay.” Your voice was a mere whisper, as you found yourself confessing the thoughts that had haunted you for three long months out loud for the first time. “After… After the battle. I realised… I’m not cut out to be an Avenger.”

You felt the familiar sting of tears nipping at the backs of your eyes and found yourself blinking furiously to keep them at bay. When you chanced a look at Peter, he was staring at you disbelievingly, his eyes narrowed, mouth gaping ever so slightly.

“Y/N… What the hell are you talking about?” He demanded, taking yet another step towards you.

“I let myself get hurt, almost killed, during that battle. Because I was too busy worrying about everyone around me, and not focusing on my own safety.” You let out a shaky breath, hugging your arms around yourself tighter as you spoke. “I realised afterwards… I’d been relying on others to have my back… Keep me safe… And it made me weak.”

You stifled a sob, fighting off the memory of you waking up to find yourself battered… bruised… bloodied… Practically on deaths door. It made you shudder to even consider.

“So… I promised myself I’d never be weak again. I’d never let my own safety, my own life, be an after thought again. And the best way to do that is if I just… Work alone…” You trailed off, your voice cracking with emotion as the thoughts and feelings you’d buried so deep from that day came rushing back to you.

You heard Peter sigh and glanced up at him just in time to see him almost entirely close the distance between the two of you. Fighting the urge to run into his arms after so long without seeing him, you took a tentative step back, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as you shook your head.

“Y/N, let’s get one thing straight here. You are not weak. In fact, you’re the strongest person I know. Avengers included.” Peter offered you a smirk, and you struggled to stifle a giggle.

Damn him. Even at a time like this, he could turn your mood around with one sentence.

“You took the heaviest hit I’ve ever seen, and you survived it.” He continued. “But putting your life on the line to help your friends… Well… That’s what being a hero is all about.”

You let out a trembling breath, composing yourself once more.

“Well, I don’t think I’m made for the hero life, Pete.” You whispered, staring at the ground woefully.

“So… even if being an Avenger isn’t what you want anymore… How about you come back to New York with me anyway? Come home? Everyone misses you a bunch and Mr Stark has been playing Cold Play on repeat ever since you left and Mr Rhodey-“

“I can get by on my own, Pete.” You sighed, cutting off his rambling as your sorrowful eyes met his own.

“I know you can. I know. But… Thing is…” Peter scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, flashing you a boyish grin. “You don’t have to, Y/N.”

You stared at him for a moment, the confusion in your eyes betraying your less-than-impressed expression. Peter took a tentative step forward, hand outstretched to take your own, and despite yourself, you found your own hand reaching out in turn.

“You don’t have to be alone ever again, Y/N, because… Well… You have me.” Peter murmured, clasping your palms together and gently running the pad of his thumb across your knuckles, a small gesture that send a shockwave of warmth and familiarity through you.

You let out an involuntary gasp, your wide eyes finding Peter’s, which were filled entirely with the reflection of the setting sun, twinkling back at you like pools of amber. You found yourself lost in their warmth momentarily, your feet gravitating closer to Peter as if under a spell.

As you approached, Peter’s other hand reached out gingerly to clasp your waist, holding you steadily against his surprisingly muscular form. You dully wondered if he had always felt this sturdy to you. If you’d always felt the tension leave your body under his sincere gaze. If being close to him had always felt like… Like home.

Peter allowed his forehead to drop against yours, letting out a gentle sigh as the hand that had gripped your own skimmed up the side of your arm, coming to rest against your cheek. Slender fingers brushed the stray hairs there, gently tucking them behind your ear as his soulful eyes searched your own.

“I promise you, Y/N.” Peter whispered to you, a soft smile on his lips. “No matter what happens, whether you come back to the Avengers or not. I promise you; I’ll always be around to keep you safe.”

You were unaware of the dewy droplets spilling over your lashes, until the abrasive pad of Peter’s thumb glanced over your cheek, brushing them away. You let out a small breath, unable to keep your face from cracking into a joyous smile that was radiant enough to make the suns evening rays jealous, in Peter’s mind.

Words escaped you as your body was entirely overcome with emotion, and you found yourself pressing forward as your eyelids fluttered shut, your lips delicately pressing against Peter’s.

The young Avenger tensed for a moment, caught somewhat by surprise, before he clutched your cheek firmly in his hand, crushing your body against his with the arm that snaked around your waist.

It was a stark contrast to the gentleness with which he kissed you back. Your breaths mingling as soft lips glanced off each other, almost chaste in their tentativeness.

The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for some time, silently watching the sun disappear below the horizon. You knew you had a big decision to make come morning light, but for now at least, you were perfectly content to revel in the comfort of Peter’s embrace, the place you knew you would always be safe.

#peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman fic #spiderman imagine #peter parker au #spiderman au #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #marvel imagine #marvel au #avengers fanfiction #avengers fic #avengers au #avengers imagine #tom holland

[samaraclegane]

Okay umm I have a prompt... Arya finds out she's pregnant.

author’s note: …is it weird if i say i’ve already thought about this. just a little i swear! but anyway, regardless of MY issues, here’s your prompt in action anon. hope it doesn’t disappoint!

-she can’t believe it. 

-it’s just her luck, to have this happen now, of all times. it would be her, wouldn’t it?

-she’s been a woman for some time now. a rather late bloomer (in all things, not only this), she first got her moonblood in braavos, and had to deal with it all herself.

-the fact that her mother never had the proper chance to teach her all about it probably didn’t help. her mother, a lady herself of course, had bore five children, and so arya knew she must have known all about it. she had heard bits and pieces when sansa had received the dreaded talk, but hadn’t had it herself as she was too young in her parents’ eyes to know of such things.

-arya couldn’t blame them entirely. she had gathered more information, she knew how it worked and why, and she knew of ways to prevent it. but then, in the heat of the moment, she had forgotten it all - everything she had collected thrown out of the window of her mind - and she’d lain with gendry, carelessly and brilliantly.

-she did not regret this. given a hundred more chances, she could not say she would choose to not seek out gendry and make love to him. only now, with hindsight, she would most certainly have considered the repercussions of such actions, and taken defenses to prevent this from happening.

-now, though, she knows. a woman’s intuition, perhaps, because as she’s missed her blood this rotation, something is far from right. she’s panicking, of course, but not for the reasons many ladies might be.

-she isn’t necessarily afraid of what it means. seven hells, she’s been stabbed in the gut and bled out enough times to know what pain is like, so the birthing process itself does not frighten her. the idea of carrying a child is new, most foreign, but not something that upsets her.

-most of all, a highborn lady such as herself might fear what the father’s status may do to her child’s reputation. gendry was a bastard, albeit the bastard of king robert, but a bastard all the same. she knew this, yet it did not frighten nor deter her. 

-women she had known had lost babies, both intentionally and unintentionally. she saw the distraught the latter went through, and even some times the former. she knew from the instant she realised she was pregnant that she could not terminate it, even if it inhibited her.

-what she disliked the most about the newly learned fact was the implications it would have on her utility in the coming wars. she had just recently helped defend the crypts with her brother and his men. she knew, not to be big-headed, that she had aided them in a crucial time. what was to become of them, should she be too far along to help? what then?

-her panic settled in and she first sought council from the only person in winterfell she felt could be wholly trusted with such dangerous information, except for gendry himself.

-she found her sister in her quarters, readying the plans she and jon had concurred with. she heard the door that signaled her sister’s entrance, and so set down her work and welcomed arya.

-arya remained stilted, fearful, and downright lost as to how to begin such a conversation. though she trusted sansa with her life, she had never expected to have to spring such news on to her. in fact, she had always anticipated the alternative happening. after all, sansa was the daughter that dreamed of golden-haired babies and a protective, strong husband - not arya.

-”arya?” sansa called to her, brow furrowing as she analysed her sister’s dazed look, “arya, are you feeling alright?”

-arya met her sister’s blue eyes, and saw the warmth behind the icy stare. she swallowed past the lump in her throat, and managed to form the key words.

-”i’m pregnant.”

-sansa’s stance immediately changed. she did not become standoffish, though she became more serious than she had been. she dropped her gaze to arya’s belly, then brought it back up. 

-”you’re certain?”

-realistically, no woman could ever be certain of a pregnancy until she gave birth and held the child in her arms. however, being a sure as she could without being in that situation, arya nodded limply, head feeling as though it could fall from its place at any moment.

-sansa nodded back, in acknowledgement. she paused only briefly, and then said, “we won’t tell the others, at least not now.”

-”thank you.”

-arya could not say why she was thanking sansa, because she knew beforehand that she would not betray her. however, hearing the words aloud, knowing that her secret was open yet safe for the time being, made her feel overwhelming gratitude towards her sister.

-”gendry?”

-arya almost fell over. had she misheard? no, certainly not, because there was one of sansa’s rare smirks, stretched wide over her porcelain skin. she watched arya, awaiting an answer that her sister was sure she already knew, based solely on her question.

-”yes,” she responded, unable to withhold the small smile of her own that began forming, even despite her initial shock.

-”good,” sansa nodded at her, then gestured towards her stomach. “now go and tell him.”

-it took arya no more than this single order to obey. she retreated back out of the room, sparing a second to smile thankfully at sansa who returned the gesture. she thought to herself absently as she made her way to the forge, where she expected gendry would be at this time of day - and, come to think of it, any time of day.

-along the way, she began wondering how the pregnancy would change her, and the world and people around her. she could remember how her mother changed around babies, both her own (arya was too young to remember bran’s, though she remembered snippets of her mother with rickon) and those of ladies around the city.

-it seemed that, even in these ultimate trying times, there was some good to be found in the unexpected event.

-once outside of gendry’s workstation, she stopped a moment to breathe and recollect herself. yet again she had spared no thought as to how she would deliver the news, which she supposed was a rather important aspect as she was now going to tell the father of the child himself. oh well…

-she crept inside of the forge, hearing the smashing of heated metal and the roaring flames of a hot fire. she instantly felt the warmth and understood why gendry had no issue working in such a place, when the world was so cold. she smiled softly - so unlike her usual self - when she spotted him, working on yet another dragonglass dagger.

-she moved to stand some distance away, taking a moment to admire him before he sensed her presence through unintelligible means. he turned around to face her, and she did not miss how his eyes glistened as he did so.

-”arya,” he breathed as he began setting down his things hastily, then enveloped her into his arms. did he know already?

-”gendry,” her voice returned, just as airy, with an adoring tone to it. she both loathed how feeble it made her seem, but loved how sincere it was of her. it was admittedly a nice change after having to feign constant nonchalance in the house of black and white.

-”you look determined, m’lady,” she twinged at the memory of what he had said all those years ago, about them never being family. she felt suddenly dejected, but did not let him see. “might i ask, what is your mission?”

-she knew he was being insincere in his tone and manner of speech, but the atmosphere simply felt wrong to tell him such life-changing, world-shattering news. she ignored his question and took herself to sit on a nearby bundle of something or other, wrapped up neatly in a bag. it was far from comfortable, but it was sufficient.

-gendry followed close behind her, immediately sensing something was wrong. “arya?”

-he kneeled before her, trying to have her meet his eye, but she refused. after all, how could she do such a thing, when she hadn’t even thought how to approach the topic? this was their child, and she swore she wouldn’t throw the information into a conversation without at least some consideration of how to address it.

-he took her hands softly, running his blackened thumbs over her knuckles. he almost looked like he wanted to bend down and kiss them, only he refrained. she could not say why he did so.

-”arya,” he repeated her name, as though it were a mantra, “could you talk to me?”

-it wasn’t aggressive. he wasn’t trying to irk her, as he had done for so much of their relationship. his voice was earnest, and this made her finally look up at him. she knew she looked sheepish, guilty of something, but he soon understood when she spoke, uttering only two words in a tamed little voice.

-”i’m pregnant.”

-she had said it before with conviction, knowing it was something she wanted her sister to know. but now, the more she considered the impact it could have on gendry and his work, and his willingness to fight and risk any of their lives in such a way, the less and less she wanted to tell him at all.

-it was when she hit the point of considering telling him much later on in her pregnancy that it was some other man’s that she knew it was time to act, and frankly. that was why she had told him, overcome by some greater conscience, and now awaited his response.

-”you’re…” his eyes were wide, and his thumbs had stopped dead in their tracks, though he had not dropped her hands. “really?”

-her eyes moistened and she smiled, not through happiness nor sadness, but something entirely other. she nodded to him, holding his gaze, “really.”

-he paused, then his eyes dropped. as sansa had done, he looked at her stomach, and she could practically see his mind whirring. she rather humorously considered that, if this was the reaction she would get every time, she might reconsider revealing the pregnancy at all, at least until the birth.

-then, her hands were dropped. 

-her heart fell with them, fearing the worst had happened, but when there was a new warmth pouring into her belly - eminating from the palms of the smith’s hands - she physically relaxed. she began smiling as he felt for a sign of movement.

-”you can’t feel anything this early, you know-”

-”we’re bonding,” gendry stated seriously, and arya barked out a laugh.

-”you’re mad,” she said lovingly, “absolutely mad. you know that, gendry?”

-he looked up at her, eyes all gooey like sansa’s had been, all those years ago, when she looked at the prince - like she loved him, and he loved her. he outlined her face with his eyes, then brought his hands from her belly to cup her face sweetly. he tipped up on his heels, bring his face before hers.

-”so are you,” he said, and continued, “then we’ve got a good chance that they’ll be too, yeah?”

-he kissed her without a verbal response, but she took the time to think of what he meant. in her worry, she hadn’t taken any time to consider the child as it was: a public declaration of their union. whether it would be a bastard or not arya did not care, as she wondered more whether it would have his hair (most probable) or hers, and whether it would swear as much as she did, and whether it would enjoy weaponry as they both did.

-her train of thought reached an abrupt end when he pulled away, still maintaining a hold of her face. he held her gaze, and she spoke her thoughts aloud, in a hushed voice.

-”you’re not allowed to play favourites,” she threatened jokingly, and stole his hands’ place on her stomach, replacing his with her own. he followed the movement, but did not make a motion to move her.

-”as you wish,” he said, and pulled her back in, tucking his face into her neck and breathing, like a pillar of solidity for her to rest all her qualms on.

-unexpected? most definitely. a little inconvenient with timing? yes. something she’d never thought she’d ever want? absolutely. but with this man, nothing she feared seemed so bad.

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ITS QUANTUM ANON BACK FOR MORE....I'd love to see a scenario in which Jack and the reader have a scary movie night and the reader can barely handle it, the damn movies are incredibly scary and she gets clingy when she's scared. Jack is very amused. (sounds cliché but it's me when I watch scary movies ok) Scared cuddles and dog videos of calming ensue. (also if you could please put in a tag somewhere or a little quick post saying you got this n tumblr didn't eat it that would be appreciated

Jack Joyce X Reader – Hold Me

A/N – I will never in my life apologise for making Will a meme-loving fuck. I have a big sister, so I know exactly how to be a younger pain in the ass.

Warnings – None

Rating – T

Life as you knew it had been completely changed since the incident between the Joyce brothers and Paul Serene. Although Monarch Solutions wasn’t as big of a threat as it had been before, Jack and Will still worried about what remained of it. You knew they were also concerned about the threat it posed to Will’s research, and more importantly, to you because of your affiliation with the brothers; maybe if you and Jack weren’t romantically involved, there wouldn’t be a problem, but that wasn’t the case.

Since the brothers needed to protect what remained of Will’s research, in case Monarch got any shifty ideas again, the pair moved into the old community pool building. It wasn’t long after that that Jack asked you to move in with them. Although you would have rather continued your regular life in your previous apartment, you knew it would tear Jack apart to have to watch over Will’s research and you; to spare him any worry, you agreed to stay with the pair.

To be fair, life wasn’t so bad in the dilapidated pool building. Will and Jack respected your boundaries, and even turned one of the old changing rooms into your own personal bedroom; it didn’t go unnoticed by you how much prettier your room was than their shared one which had previously housed Beth Wilder. Every little thing the pair did for you made you love them all the more, Jack romantically, and Will as a little brother.

Despite their efforts however, it was still hard for you to think of the old building as a home instead of a hide-out. You knew you were bad at hiding your emotions, but you hoped that neither of the pair would notice quite how much you missed living a normal life. Jack of course, noticed everything where you were concerned, and that brought you to your current predicament. With Halloween coming up, Jack thought he could bring the holiday to you, since he didn’t dare take you to it; with so many costumes and chaos, it would be all too easy for Monarch to pull some kind of dirty trick he couldn’t protect you from. As such, he’d just offered you a date night, filled with all kinds of the grotesque horror films he loved so much.

He was being sweet. You knew he was, and yet you wished he would stop it and return to being his usual sardonic self; whenever he was overly sweet, you knew it was because he was worried about you and didn’t want you to catch on.

“What do you say?” Jack asked, drawing you out of your reverie.

He looked so apologetically awkward that you had to smile. How could he so suddenly switch from the slick smart-talker you knew so well to someone as insecure as Will? When Jack was being this sincere, you knew you didn’t have the heart to say no to him. Yet, you also wanted him to think you were braver than you felt, which would never happen if he saw how you were during horror films. In all the years of your friendship, you had always managed to avoid the film genre Jack loved so much, claiming horror films were far too overrated, when really you were just too scared to watch them.

Now, in the relationship you had craved for so long, Jack appeared almost bashful in offering to share this piece of himself with you.

“You know what,” Jack said at your lack of a response, “You’re probably right. Horrors are overrated anyway. We don’t have to-”

“I’d love to,” You blurted, sparing Jack any hurt feelings.

His face lit up brighter than any Jack-o-lantern ever could, evidently proud at having cheered you up. “Yeah? I’ll get the movies and meet you at the projector. It’ll be just you, me, and good ol’ Charles ‘Chucky’ Monroe.”

“Great,” You grinned, then once Jack was out of earshot, “Just perfect.”

You sat rigidly on one end of the two-seater sofa while Jack set up an old film projector so it would play the movies on the entire wall the two of you faced, like a cinema would.

“So, which do you want to start with?” He asked distractedly.

“There’s just so much choice,” You answered mechanically.

“I know, isn’t it great? How about the Grudge, or maybe Saw? I bet you can find a few things in Saw that Will would probably invent himself, if he could. God knows he hates people enough to want to torture them.”

Neither choice really appealed to you, but you didn’t want to spend the next month imagining Will as a murderous sociopath, so you opted for the Grudge, whatever that was.

Not even twenty minutes into the film and you were already terrified by the evil ghost creature that haunted the screen, or in your case the wall. Every so often you would subconsciously reach out for Jack, then snap your hand back, afraid that if you let him hold you, he would feel how badly you were trembling.

You froze at the sound of heavy footsteps, though you quickly realised they were not coming from the speakers in front of you; it had to be Will, returning from the town. He came up the stairs where you and Jack were, lugging a heavy bag of shopping onto the counter behind you.

“What’s going on here?” Will asked, dropping the bag with a thud.

“Horror night,” Jack answered curtly, annoyed by Will’s sudden arrival.

“Huh, cool. The Grudge? Good choice. Not as good as Saw though,” He said a little too wistfully. “Okay, I’m in, scooch over.”

Will forced himself between you and Jack, further cramping the two-seater.

“WILL!” Jack shouted. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

“You’re right,” Will nodded, missing the point that he wasn’t invited. “(Y/N), do you mind? There’s a chair over there small enough for you.”

“HEY! No way. (Y/N) stay, he’s gonna leave now.”

“(Y/N) stay?” Will repeated disgustedly. “(S)he’s not a dog Jack, and why do I have to go anyway? You’re the one that forgot to invite me.”

“I didn’t forget. This is a date you idiot! Get out!”

“IDIOT? At least I’m not an ingrate. You could have told me beforehand.”

“READ THE ROOM!”

“YOU KNOW I CAN’T VIBE CHECK. Then again neither can you, because you didn’t even pick a romantic horror.”

Jack threw up his arms exasperatedly, “What does that even mean?”

“Films like this are all scare. In a horror like The Boy however, there is a romantic subplot. In this essay I will-”

Jack grabbed Will in a headlock, pulling him up and dragging him to the staircase. Will flailed uselessly, trying to hit Jack’s arms. Finally, Jack pushed him away, nearly tripping him down the stairs, “Out, Will!”

Will grumbled as he stomped down the stairs, “I just came out to have a good time, and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.”

On his way back to you, Jack shook his head disbelievingly, “Sorry (Y/N).”

“It’s alright,” You laughed, glad that the commotion allowed you to miss around ten minutes of the on-screen horror.

“Hey, this is your first time seeing the Grudge, right?”

You nodded.

“Don’t worry then, I’ll go back so you don’t miss anything.”

Dying inside a little bit, you gave Jack a quick thumbs up. As promised, Jack rewound the film, picking up where you’d left off before Will had come back. Although you longed to isolate yourself on one side of the sofa again, Jack held up his arm for you to sit under. You smiled meekly, laying against him, somewhat comforted when his arm wrapped over your side.

You thought the film had been scary before, yet with each passing minute further horrors were introduced, each worse than the last. Jack was glad you couldn’t see his face as he held back gales of laughter at your fear of the film. More often than not, he would look down to find you squeezing your eyes shut, and gripping tightly to his thigh, barely holding back whimpers.

When the film started, he had no idea you were so scared of horrors. The idea you were petrified of a ghost story and too afraid to tell him was hilarious. You had literally survived Monarch’s terror attack by his side, yet somehow the evil work of on-screen fiction was scaring you more than previous real-life encounters.

By the end of the film, you couldn’t even look at the screen anymore. You were clinging onto Jack as if your life depended on it, burying your face against his chest to avoid looking. Finally, it was over, and although you clearly couldn’t handle another film, Jack couldn’t resist poking fun at you.

“A real masterpiece,” He said, stroking your arms. “I mean, did you see the detail when the Grudge tore that woman’s jaw off? Just a quick snap and it was gone.”

You cringed, peeking up at Jack so you didn’t have to reimagine the gore in the madness of your mind.

“And what about the part with the kid in the bathtub? That is some good film making right there. Oh, but listen to me rambling on, what was your favourite part of the film?”

You desperately wanted to continue clinging onto Jack and tell him that the only watchable part of the film was the credits which were slowly rolling onwards. Instead, you mumbled agreement about the torn jaw to shut him up. You reminded yourself how excited he had been to share this with you and managed a weak smile that didn’t reflect what you felt on the inside at all.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Jack grinned, having entirely too much fun. “So, what should we watch next? I’ll even let you choose again.”

“I couldn’t possibly,” You squeaked, your throat going dry.

“You’re right, I could see your excitement there. The clear winner is the Grudge Two.”

You shivered involuntarily. Taking the opportunity to scare you further, Jack leaned forward, blowing lightly against your neck. You screamed, jumping up from the sofa and scratting at your neck frantically. Jack fell about laughing at the sight, having the time of his life.

You couldn’t help tearing up a little bit. You weren’t usually so sensitive, but the film had drained you of any usual resilience. You folded your arms, hugging yourself quietly and as suddenly as he had started, Jack stopped laughing, though he was still smiling when he enveloped you in a strong hug.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know,” You whispered in a small voice.

“Hey, did it really scare you that badly?”

You nodded shakily, reminding Jack of when he was barely a teenager and he’d just seen his first horror film; at the time, he was so scared that he spent an hour throwing up before bed.

He stroked your arms soothingly, resting his head on top of yours. “Would a night of dog videos help?”

“Can we watch Turner and Hooch?” You mumbled.

Jack kissed the top of your head, “Every Halloween from now on.”

“Okay.”

“Alright, come on, we’ll go get Turner and Hooch.”

“And Will?” You asked, risking a smile.

Jack groaned, “Will, really?”

“He really likes Turner and Hooch.”

Jack rolled his eyes and heaved a dramatic sigh, “Fine. Will can come too, but he’s sitting on the floor.”

You giggled, “Okay, sure, we’ll see how long that lasts.”

“I mean it,” he grinned mischievously, picking you up bridal style. “He has to stay on the floor, so I can hug my beautiful partner all night long.”

You pecked Jack’s lips, thankful that he was so understanding, “I love you.”

“Happy Halloween (Y/N).”

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value || hanzo shimada

For @overdrivels , who is one of my absolute favorite tumblr writers ever. Thank you, Drivels!

(Sorry for taking so long to write this (i’m the oneshot gift anon, by the way), and for how trite the overall premise is! I said I would but that was like five hundred years ago, and what ended up happening was Worried Hanzo, Recovering Reader,smh!)

Length: 1700+ words

The smile that crossed your face when Hanzo came to see you was fragile and purely decorative, like tempered chocolate, and it made his already-present scowl deepen into something even fiercer. He was livid and you knew it, and it showed in the small crease between your brows.

Within moments of appearing in the doorway, Hanzo was looming over you as you sat on your bed, cross-legged and slumped from exhaustion. There was something about the way he seemed to be barely holding himself back from striking something – maybe the mattress, maybe the glass statues collected on your nightstand, maybe even your face – that made your heart rate pick up, and not in a good way.

The silence between the two of you could have gone on forever. It filled the air and weighed it down and you could not think of the words. You both knew it was stupid. You both knew that this moment was a culmination of the past week, a maelstrom of panic and desperation and the drip, drip of poison in your veins.

His brown eyes lanced straight into yours, and any other time you would have been a little overcome by how beautiful he was. But now? Hanzo Shimada was a force of nature with deep-seated and carefully guarded emotion, and you had unwittingly proved yourself to be a threat to that control. His ferocity in the face of danger – including and especially danger to the ones he loved (… Loved? Liked? Favored?) – was something fearsome and stormy. You could feel the air crackling with ozone, could see the faintest and most alarming hint of blue rising off of his skin like mist.

Yeah.

You’d really messed this one up.

“So –” you began finally, dredging up the will and the courage to speak up under the searchlight of his hard stare.

“Do you realize,” he interrupted – maybe not intentionally, but it was Hanzo – his tone curt, “the sheer foolishness of your actions? Their implications?”

“I…” What could you say to such an opener? “Sorry, Hanzo.”

He was right. You done goofed. You shouldn’t have played the martyr quite so recklessly on the last mission, but what else were you to do given the circumstances?

Your quiet apology did nothing to mollify the archer. If anything, it stoked his vexation.

His words came almost mockingly, stony with rebuttal.

“You are sorry,” he spat. “You gamble with stakes that are not your own to throw away; you nearly cost us the success of the mission; you treat your own life as a worthless commodity, and you are sorry. You nearly die, alone and in vain, and you are sorry.”

Each word fell off of his tongue like cinderblocks, crushing your chest beneath their weight the longer he went on. Hanzo was not a talkative man; that he was wasting so much breath on a redundant scolding was a testament to his sheer anger, and you almost cowered. As it was, you barely managed to suppress a sharp flinch away from him, tense and shaking as if he were a half-step from lashing out at you physically. Ridiculous as it was.

(He caught it, of course. He was too sharp to miss the slight jolt and aversion of eye contact, and it felt like a knife between the ribs, that you even thought, no matter how subconsciously…

He pulled in a breath – in, hold, one-two-three, out – and forced his hands to relax, forced his head into a slight bow of contrition. Nonthreatening. Gentler. You did not deserve his full ire, strong as it was. As badly as he wanted to force some sense into you.)

If not for the silence of the room, you would have missed the soft way he said your name, hushed and brittle, almost pleading for you to look at him again. That he would stifle his pride and allow himself to sound so vulnerable was nothing short of disconcerting. And his face, conflicted and twisted in something stressed and anxious and frustrated? His eyes narrowed, shadowy dark circles underlining their intelligent depths? His thin-velvet mouth, drawn into a wan, deeply unhappy facsimile of his usual contemplative frown? You couldn’t not meet his gaze.

(For his part, Hanzo would call the whirlwind of emotion within him displeasure, or aggravation, or vexation – any and every distant, callous, prickly word, if only to avoid calling it what it was.

Fear.

He was afraid.)

“Doctor Ziegler,” he said softly, “labored over you for four days before you were deemed stable. The rescue operation was nearly too late to reach you in time. The poison…” His voice hitched ever so slightly, eyes tightening derisively. “The poison Talon had injected you with was… potent. Had we not had the resources to create an antidote… had we not found you in time…”

The summary of the entire fiasco – from the other side, glossing over the fact that Overwatch had decidedly won that showdown, the fact that in sacrificing yourself to buy your team time and holding fast against the interrogation and experimentation, you had thrown a wrench in Talon’s plans – made you fidget, just a little. The rawness in Hanzo’s voice startled you; the earnestness in his eyes that were now flicking around the room, even more so.

“Hanzo.” Your voice brought his head back up, eased a fraction of his rigidity. “Han.”

“You could have been lost.” (To me, he pointedly did not say. He half-suspected you heard it anyway.)

“Han. Come here, please?”

When he took a seat at the edge of your mattress, cautiously, with no small amount of wariness, but loathe to deny you your request when you’d barely recovered enough to sleep in your own room, you cast your eyes over his face, his shoulders, his fists clenched on his lap.

The way he tensed when you threaded your hand through his, only to relax just as quickly, warmed you despite everything.

“You know what kept me going when I got taken?” There was no soft way to phrase it; you kept right on going. “It’s going to sound dumb, believe me, but it was hope. I believed in the others, and I believed that I would be found.” A pause, and a gentle squeeze of his hand.

“And,” you added, “I believed in you, Han. You can do anything you put your mind to. If you’d wanted me back alive –”

“Of course I did,” he protested, seemingly offended that anything otherwise would have even crossed your mind. He was listening, though, as he so often did.

“– then I’d come back alive. Between you and I – and the rest of the team, of course – I think everything was going to be okay.”

The protest on his lips was immediate and born of still-raw concern. “And you would blindly put your faith in sentiment?”

“Hanzo! Han, hold off on the cynicism for two seconds. Please. I’m in no hurry to die, believe me, and I was fighting tooth and nail as hard as I could. But my confidence in your abilities? And my confidence that you were doing everything you could? That’s what kept me alive. You…”

The words were punctuated, underlined and emphasized by the sweep of your thumb against his wrist.

“You ground me, Han. If it’s for you, I can do anything.”

(He shivered, both from the pads of your fingers brushing ghostlike against sensitive skin and from the sincere softness in your words.

Try as he might, but he could not hold onto his scolding bitterness. Not when you confided in him like this. Not when his own sentiment threatened to melt him like liquid gold into your hands.

It was something that he had to preserve, this warmth, this closeness, and the scion in him needed it down in metaphorical writing.)

“Swear to me,” he demanded, “that you will value your life. That you will not throw it away at every crisis.”

“I –”

“Swear to me,” he repeated, forceful. Then, soft: “Please.”

“Alright. I swear, Han. But only on one condition.”

With the way his fingers were laced in yours, the wary and calculating side glance he gave you lost some of its potency.

“What condition?”

“Can I have a hug? Please? Just one?”

You delivered your words with a fond half-smile and a hint of a challenge in the tilt of your brow, one that betrayed the fact that this was the first time in nearly five days you had spent any time at all with the eldest Shimada. Both the near-miss experience itself and the isolation of recovery, you needed a little bit of softness.

And there it was, that very same softness you were craving. It rested in the slightly startled and maybe faintly alarmed light in Hanzo’s eyes, in the stillness of his hands under yours; then, it flickered into life, a determination sparking under his skin, a kind and tender thunderstorm at his fingertips, in the lines of his shoulders.

“Very well,” he said softly.

And, as if unsure whether or not he was doing it correctly, he slowly shifted in his position beside you. His arms – sinewy and strong, capable of breaking people, but also of precision and grace – came up to support your back, powerful hands curving over your shoulder and around your waist. There was a stiltedness to the motion, so unlike the way he would notch an arrow or pass through an open window, and it was more endearing than you could have imagined.

A quiet laugh welled in your chest and spilled out of your mouth as you leaned your head on his shoulder, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. He was ferocity and crackling ozone, frightening in his terror, and yet he crumbled in the face of affection. And if there was ever a question of your worth in his eyes, it would have been alleviated by the rising warmth on his cheeks, and the lovesick fondness in his eyes, and the way he almost crushed you into his chest when he gained his bearings, finally able to admit to himself in coherent thought how dearly he cared about you.

How, maybe, he had needed this intimacy just as much as – if not more than – you.

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REQUESTED - Not Enough

Request:  Heeeey, I saw you had your requests open, and I also read your Familiarity fic AND GURL KILLED IT! Well, I’m shy and this is a weird request so… Yeah. Well, I was wondering, could you do a Peter Parker X Reader with angst? Like. ANGST. STUFF THAT FIC WITH PURE TEENAGE ANGST OR SOMETHING AND THEN IT ENDS WITH SOME FLUFF? Thank you! - Anon

Pairing: Peter Parker X Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 3,440

Warning: Cursing, Self- deprication(The one thing I’m good at), some angst, Peter being a cairing, sugary FLUFF boyfriend

(A/N): Ok, this have been on my request list from before Valentine’s day, I AM SO SORRY, PERSON THAT REQUESTED THIS. I JUST HAVE THIS HUGE BLOCK WRITER AND IT’S PISSING ME OFF AAAAAAA. *inhales* Well,I’ve been wanting to write a plus size!Reader for some time, by now an I do intend on doing one, but with Bucky, so… Yeah. Hope you enjoy this and sorry for any grammar mistakes!

MASTERLIST

“And I know that it wasn’t your fault that you had to cancel our last date, so I was thinking, would you like to pass at my place today?” When you didn’t get an answer, you mumbled, noticing that he wasn’t listening to you “Peter?”

Your heart seemed to sink in your chest when you followed his gaze and saw that he was staring at Lis. Ned frowned his brows when you stopped talking, since he was actually listening to what you were saying.

The sigh came out of you as you turned on your heels, hugging yourself when you saw he continue to walk, too focused on her to miss your heat.

“Dude!” Snapping his eyes back to an angry Ned, he looked around, finally noticing that you weren’t there anymore.

“Where is Y/N?” His best friend’s bitter chuckle made Peter frown his brows in confusion.

“She left after saying that it wasn’t your fault that you missed your last date. Oh, sorry, I mean: She left after she caught you staring that Lis and ignoring her being the best and most supportive girlfriend you’ll ever have.”

“Damn it.” Peter humbled, massaging the bridge of his nose when he got his focus back to you, hearing you sigh, and he knew that sigh. You would make it every time you were in front of the mirror, looking at your body after trying a new dress, shirt, pants, whatever clothing.

“If I was skinnier.” He knew you had a problem accepting your body shape and believing that he loved it and loved you, especially after him having a “thing” with Lis, the “Hot, Amazing, Skinny, Model”, as you would refer her as.

“Seriously, Peter. You really think she doesn’t notice you twisting your neck to look at your ex? You really think that she won’t start to imagine that you’re turning her down because you’re having a thing with Lis? Do you even imagine how she must feel?”

“I don’t have a ‘thing’ with Lis! Not anymore!” Ned huffed at his answer, denying with his head and walking to his class

“Is not to me you should say that to.”

Peter couldn’t stop himself from sighing when he entered the classroom and saw you in the end of the classroom; you were using an oversized hoodie with a spider-man pattern on it. You didn’t knew that Peter was your favorite super-hero, which made him even more delighted, since you were supporting him for being the vigilante and not his boyfriend.

“Hey, you disappeared out of nowhere.” Rising your head, you watched as he sat by your side for the first time in weeks.

“Are you sure you want to be seen with me?” Peter sank into the chair when your sincere whisper made its way to him. You did actually asked him that, as if you thought he was ashamed to be seen with you.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back at your notebook, drawing aleatory lines and patterns. “Hey… Why do I think I wouldn’t want to be seen with you?”

“Huh, I imagined, since it make some weeks that you’ve been sitting with Lis.” Your sad mumble seemed to hit him like a punch on the stomach, your eyes focused on the paper

“She’s been having trouble with biology, I just wanted to help.” You shrugged your shoulders again, trying not to look as hurt as you actually were

“I don’t mind, really. I understand if you prefer to sit with her. I guess she takes less space than I do, huh?” You forced a giggle, trying to make fun of yourself so it would minimize the damage of him finding out you were bothered.

“Don’t say that, you don’t take space.” Peter frowned his brows, watching you pull more the sleeves of the hoodie so they could pass your hands as you leaned your chin on it.

“My parents say the contrary.” He knew what you were doing; you were trying to make fun of your problems so he would ignore it. Everyone would fall for it, since you always made it look like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Your parents are jerks.”

“I know that, that’s why I live alone, Peter.” You pulled your book and opened in the page you knew the teacher was going to ask when she appeared.

“I’m sorry, babe.” He grabbed your hand, pulling it to his cheek, making you look at his melted chocolate eyes. “I know I’ve been being a total idiot and not giving you the time you deserve; I really want to make up to everything.”

“Well, you can start with, going to my house today at seven.” You cracked a smile, not being able to get mad at those honest puppy eyes.

“That sounds amazing! What about we watch Harry Potter? Uh, no! Maybe we could watch Star Wars! You know how much I love Star Wars.” You laughed at his bubbly talk, bringing his hand and kissing the knuckles of them before bringing to your cheek;

“Peter?” It was an instinctive reaction to snap his eyes quickly at Lis; she was holding her own books, placing it on the table in front of yours. “Are you sitting with me, today?”

“Sure.” You felt those waves of goosebumps being send through your body; those that seemed to come when you were about to cry or just feeling too sad. Peter noticed the weird feeling leaving your body and looked at you, noticing that you had grabbed the paper back and continued to scribble on it, releasing the grip on his hand. “I mean, sorry, I won’t. Not today.”

“Really? Is it because of her? She won’t mind, right, Y/N?” Rising your eyes at Lis, you met her beautiful face and remembered how you thought her and Peter made a pretty couple when they were together.

“Right. I’m feeling kinda’ off today, anyways. I’ll call it sick day.” You mumbled, packing your things and ignoring Peter calling your name, you walked passed them and almost ran out of the classroom. Not doing it because you were afraid to fall and make you look even more ridiculous than you thought you were.

“Love!” Peter grabbed your elbow, making your back bump into his chest, you would’ve asked him when he got that muscular, but you were too concentrated in not crying in the middle of the corridor, to give a fuck. “Sweetheart, what is going on? Tell me the truth, please.”

“The truth? How can you ask me for that when you are not being true with me?” He gulped when you turned to him with a hurt expression, knowing that he was a cause of it. “You’ve been lying to me since we started whatever this is. I’ve been ok with it, because I thought ‘hey, who doesn’t have secrets, right?’ but I can’t do this no more, Peter. I can’t cry myself to sleep another night because I’m not sure if my boyfriend is over his ex or even if he loves me. I can’t! I can’t undress myself from new clothes I bought for a date you turned down without giving any explanation. I can’t see your bruises and pretend I don’t know you are all stitched up from your neck down.”

“It’s… Complicated.” Peter sighed, part of him proud of his girl for being able to notice his hidden bruises only from looking at him, while the other part was broken that you would think he didn’t love you and that you were crying because of him.

“Then explain! Explain to me like I had to explain you how a woman’s body works, or how I had to teach you how to properly hug someone! Just say it! Say it before I go and jump into stupid conclusions!” He rubbed his face, trying to release the pressure of the headache that was begging to spread between his brows.

“It’s not something to say at school, babe.” Your frustrated sigh made Peter place both of his hands on the side of your face, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs and resting his own forehead on yours, watching closely your teary eyes and you trying to control your shaky breath. “I promise I’ll tell you tonight. I’ll tell you after we binge-watch any show you want me to. I’ll tell you after we eat four whole pizzas. I’ll tell you after we cuddle. I’ll tell you after I remind you of how beautiful you are. I’ll tell you after I say that I love you with all my might, and that I’m not ashamed of that.”

“Do you promise?” He looked at you with such admiration and love that everyone that passed by the two of you on the corridor, couldn’t help but to want someone to look at them that way.

“I promise, life.” You hooked on his hands, snuggling your face in his palms and turning to kiss both of them. “I love you so much, Y/N… How did you end up with a loser like me?” Peter brought you back to a tight and warm hug while you kissed his chest, nipping his neck and jaw.

“You are not a loser. And honestly, I’m the one to ask that. How did you end up with a loser like me?” He giggled and denied with his head, giving small pecks all over your face, making sweet grins appears on it.

“Let’s get back to class so I can sit by my girl’s side and make the boys jealous.” Loudly laughing, you denied with your head, snuggling into Peter’s side hug and tangling your fingers with the ones hanging next to your shoulder.

“Dork.”

“Your dork.” Feeling his lips on your temple, you smirked at Lis. Yeah, two can play the game, darling.

She huffed in annoyance as Peter sat by your side, ignoring her and whispering sweet things to you.

Lis wasn’t mean, no. She was actually pretty nice, but you were with the boy she loved, after all.

Is not as if she hated you, she couldn’t, since she knew you were a sweet piece of cake and could totally understand why Peter was with you.

“Mr. Parker, we all know you’re dating Mrs. Y/L/N, so you don’t need to be glued on her.” Stifling a laugh, you pulled away of your boyfriend. Not too much, though.

“At seven, don’t forget!” Peter smiled with your shout, nodding with his head and weaving as he watched you leave with worry to your work.

“Peter?” He turned his gaze at Lis; she was carrying his notebook with a guilty look on her eyes. “You’re going somewhere at night?”

“Huh, actually, yes. Why? Do you need anything?” She extended his notebook back to him; Lis had taken it to study.

“I was wondering if you… wouldn’t like to go on a movie with me?” Peter went pale when she finished her sentence, were you right on thinking that Lis still had feelings for him?

“Shit! Huh, Lis… I am so sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but… I’m with Y/N, now.”

“But does she know that you are Spiderman?” Hushing her with his hand, Peter looked around, searching for anyone that might have heard what she said.

“She doesn’t, I’ll tell her today.”

“What if she doesn’t understand you, huh? And – uhm- dump you? Are you sure is the right thing to do?” Peter narrowed his eyes at the sight in front of him, remembering what Natasha had told him earlier that week; people can manipulate him with the slightest things. ‘you are extremely easy to manipulate. Work on that.’ She told Peter.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now, I’m going to see my aunt. Goodbye, Lis.” She watched as he got away and ran from her again. Why couldn’t him just love her as he loved you? What did you have that she didn’t?

“Him… She have him.” With a sigh, Lis moved back to the school as she felt sadness ran down her spine. “Guess you won, after all.”

And he was late.

More specifically, three hours late.

You blew off the candles on the table with the dinner you took most of your time to do it, but everything was already cold and wouldn’t be the same if you heated.

Glancing to the text that Peter had sent you hours before, you chuckled without humor, liking Ned’s picture that denied what you ‘boyfriend’ had texted you; that Ned wasn’t feeling good and that he would be some minutes late.

Well the only thing that made it’s way to your mind was what you saw earlier when you had to get back at school because you left your keys in your locker; Peter was really close to Lis, he had his hands on her and was intensely looking into her eyes before saying something that you couldn’t hear.

You didn’t even have the strength to take your new clothes off, but neither you were tired. You were just… Apathetic.

Apathetic and sad at the same time, and that wasn’t even possible.

Getting out of your apartment by the window, you took the fire escape to the roof, inhaling deeply and sitting at the edge of the terrace to watch the lights of Queens.

There was a silent buzz next to you, calling your attention; you saw Spiderman land next to you.

His suit was damaged, there was some blood spots and the person under it was puffy, taking sharp gasps.

“Hey.” You mumbled, backing your eyes to the lights “If I weren’t feeling like shit, I would probably freak the fuck out and fangirl… but I’m not in the mood, sorry.” He stood on the same spot, crouched and looking deeply at you.

“Why?” Shrugging your shoulders, you brushed off the feeling of familiarity that the voice brought you.

“My boyfriend turned me down, again… I mean, I get why he wouldn’t remember that today was our six months anniversary, since I just remembered when I was at work. But it doesn’t turn less painful, ya’ know?” Crossing your arms to warm yourself, you kept your eyes locked at one point somewhere on the building in front of you “He lied to me. He’s probably with his ex… Again, I get him. I mean… Look at me. I even tried to dress up nicely, but I’m still not enough.” The first tears came out as you felt him tense up by your side, you even thought you saw him raise his hand and back it down. “I’m not pretty, I’m not smart, I’m not funny, I’m not interesting… I’m just not enough. I’m not enough at work, I’m not enough at school, I’m not enough for my family, I’m not enough for my friends, I’m not enough for him… I’m not enough!”

Your sobs grew louder as you held yourself on the edge, trying your best not to lose your balance.

“You know, I worked really hard to pay for the dinner. I cooked! Can you imagine me cooking? Believe me, I’m no good next to sharp, pointy or explosive things. I’m clumsy.” Showing the prove of it, you raised your hand to show Spiderman the multiple Band-Aids wrapped on your fingers. “Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. The food is all cold, anyway.”

You weren’t the only one crying.

He couldn’t handle seeing you that way, so vulnerable and small. It took you a few moments of sobbing and sniffing to calm yourself down.

“I’m sorry; I just dropped everything on you… Your problems must be way bigger than mines.” Sniffing, you wiped away your tears, forcing a smile to the person that heard you whimper for minutes. “So… Vigilante, huh?”

Peter didn’t know if he was lightheaded from all the times he was throw around like a ragdoll minutes before, or if it was all the love he felt for you.

But the only thing he could do was bring you to his chest, tangling his fingers into your hair and pressing his covered lips on your forehead.

“Huh, Mr. Spiderman? I don’t know if you listened to what I said, but, I have a boyfriend.” He chuckled at your mumble, sniffing and nodding with his head.

“A stupid and unworthy of you, I may add.” Peter almost sobbed, you frowned your brows as you backed away, looking deeply into the mask before raising your hands to the end of it, asking for permission with your eyes and receiving a nod, you took it off from him; losing your air when you saw your boyfriend all bruised. “Hi.” You would’ve laughed at his awkward greeting if you weren’t worried by his state.

“To hell your ‘hi’! What the fuck, Peter!” Grabbing his chin so you could turn his face to see all the wounds, you heard him hiss in pain

“I’m so–”

“First we patch you up, and then we’ll talk about you letting me fangirl about you to you.” Peter chuckled as you got back to the fire escape, letting him use you as support, you helped him to enter your apartment and sat him on the couch. “Wait a second, I’ll grab the first aid, don’t die on my couch.”

“I’ll try not to.” Not being able to control, you let a light giggle come out while you ran back to your boyfriend and stood between his legs, using rubbing alcohol and gazes to clean all the scratches and cuts on his cheeks and chin.

“Strip for me.” Peter laughed at your wobbly brows, it caused him pain in the ribs and you noticed. “So that is what you do when you cancel our dates, huh?” You helped him to get out of his suit, letting it rest on his hips as you kneeled to the ground so you could clean the ones on his chest, ribs and abdomen.

“Yeah… I was going to tell you today, but… you know…” You hummed, full aware of his eyes on your face.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful.” Pressing harder into his ribs and causing him to flinch, you smiled innocently at him.

“Thanks.” You continued to work in silence on his wounds, it didn’t took him long to start to talk, bothered with you not saying anything.

“About what you said on the roof-”

“I am not talking about that.”

“Y/N.” He stopped your hands and you lifted your eyes at his, seeing pain, regret, love and devotion all mixed together. “You are more than enough, you are amazing at everything you do and I love that about you. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on, I still can’t believe you accepted to go on that date with me six months ago.” Peter brought your knuckles to his lips before snuggling his own face on the palm of your hands. “I don’t feel anything for Lis, not anymore. I’ve been paying attention to her because she knows my secret. She found out and I was scared that she would tell someone about it.”

“If she do, I’ll beat the crap out of her. I don’t care if I’m the most pacifist person that walked on this planet, I will punch her in the face.” He laughed at your mumble and you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, like how he did earlier that day. “Why didn’t you just told me, Pete? I’m your girlfriend, I would support you, no matter what.”

“It’s dangerous for people to know, love.” Peter whispered back, pulling you gently so you were even closer to his face; he watched your features, the ones he loved so much, the ones that filled his dreams, even when he wasn’t at sleep. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, but I’m selfish and I can’t afford to lose you, not you… So please, don’t leave me.”

He rested his forehead on yours like he always did ever since you told that you loved each other a five months ago; you took his tired and in pain figure, not thinking before pressing your lips against his, stroking his eyelids and brows.

“Never. You’re stuck with me forever, Spiderman.” Peter sighed in relief, pulling you to lay by his side on the couch. You turned your back at him, feeling his hands nuzzle into your stomach as he cuddled you, taking a deep breath on the crook of your neck. “Star Wars or Harry Potter?”

“Whatever you want, my love.” His muffled words made you giggle and snuggle more into him, feeling pep kisses on your shoulder and neck; he would do that a lot.

But, well, who could blame him?

When you love someone, it’s hard to keep your hands away.

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