#black swan was like lets poke and find out

[rainbow-taishi]

Black Swan, upon peeking into her memories: Never mind- I'm outta here! Nope! Nope! Abort mission! Oh crap! Too much information!!!

Acheron: *enjoying dancing*

#cioccolatodorima #my drawings #anime #drawing #manga #game #hsr #honkai star rail #acheron #black swan #parody #jjk #fanart #shitpost #acheron really plucked off her feathers and cooked her #black swan was like lets poke and find out #she was so confident to be able to handle it. but got traumatized instead #anime style #im cackling because someone called it domain expansion infinite trauma on my post on twitter haha

[mdhwrites]

The Problem With Aventurine

Penacony Spoilers:

I saw someone talking about how even someone who wishes for the education of all and tries to speak as if he's enlightened like Aventurine still treats him with prejudice. Still mocks him for his enslavement. Still brings up his past and his race. Still calls him an idiot, things others will do too.

The problem is that Aventurine IS a fucking moron.

Sparkle describes his race's stereotype, explicitly to point out that he's keeping to it, and it's effectively DESCRIBING HIM, at least presented so far. Ratio actually DID want to still work with him. When Aventurine pushed back on him, he asked what his plan was and Aventurine just decided to be a cryptic asshole to his ONE ALLY. So when he then whines "Guess I'm alone again," it rings false because OF COURSE Ratio wasn't about to go along with someone who had no plan and wasn't willing to give him information, WHY WOULD HE!?

And worse yet, I never get the impression Ratio is wrong in his assessment in this entire patch. As a manipulator, Aventurine just fucking blows. He has little charisma, only ever tries to use leverage against others and is far too blunt about it instead of actually creating a web to ensnare someone in, resorts way too quickly to straight up intimidation and threats and rarely ever brings up what the other person actually stands to gain. It's just "You're going to be useful to me! Or else." Stuff like that... Makes me agree with Ratio. If you don't have your magic devices and your cash gifts to bribe people, why would ANYONE here listen to you?

The only person in the entire patch who does gives their reasoning for this says this:

"I trust him because he is a good businessman and they deal in contracts and honesty."

And that caused me to just kind of stare at the so far smartest character in the patch like she'd suddenly lost every brain cell she ever had. Black Swan has almost certainly had to deal with people telling her about scammers, loopholes their bosses took in order to fuck them over or simply unfair contracts they were forced into because a 'good businessman' needed the extra profit for his shareholders. What in god's name possessed the writing team to include this line, especially in a game that loves to poke fun at capitalism and capitalists?

There's two things this causes him to come across as: The first is that he hasn't had to actually negotiate with others in like a decade. He's used to finding someone he can bribe, throw so much money at them they'll ignore the issues with the offer and move the fuck on. He literally tries to buy our friendship if you talk to him as an optional objective to a quest. That's not a joke or overexaggeration even. If you turn down the money, he throws twice as much at you and you ACTUALLY GET IT. And this is BEFORE he has explicitly tried to threaten, and seem one second from potentially drowning, you in your own dream pool just because you're being slightly difficult.

The other thing it makes him come across as is someone's favorite character. Someone on the writing team has SO MUCH confidence about Aventurine. They made him the main character of this story. They made him have every answer, to the point where he knows a place made of memories better than the MEMOKEEPER because Black Swan implies she doesn't know whatever secret he's keeping. He gets to quote himself SUPER AWKWARDLY (you do not quote a paragraph of yourself for a big reveal. It's slow, it's meandering and it has no impact very quickly, let alone when the lines aren't that interesting) before showing how he's going to unravel EVERYTHING... Because he was lucky enough to stumble upon a corpse that absolutely shouldn't be there and has been dead for at least ha;f an hour probably.

(For those curious as to why: Aventurine has no leverage on us or anything to reveal until he has his truth. As such, he wouldn't have talked to Black Swan about grabbing us until then. The LATEST he could have talked to her for that is between our first encounter with Death and when we talk to Black Swan with Himeko. So yeah, Robin has been dead, somehow, for that entire time despite Firefly instantly popping. I know it's drama but if you dislike Firefly's death AT ALL, it only cheapens Firefly and Robin even more because you'll spend the micro-second thinking about this.)

He is only a mastermind, with JUST the right ally, because the writers say so. This doesn't even get into how his biggest character quirk, being a gambler, is straight up untrue so far. A gambler takes risks. One of Aventurine's proudest lines is "I don't make deals I'm going to lose." THEN YOU'RE NOT A GAMBLER. You're just a very safe businessman. But supposedly you only got here because you're willing to take 100:1 odds that no one else is but good luck ever seeing that happen.

He is too much guided by the hand of the author and too much of an asshole for me to enjoy. I'm not even going to say there's nothing there. Parts of his presentation are good. I like that people actually can hurt him emotionally. That he is trying to be a good manipulator, he just needs a wake up call. I actually mostly liked Aventurine... Until the game said "No. Aventurine is actually as good as he thinks he is."

And sorry but that's not who you wrote and Star Rail thinking it's writing really smart characters who are actually dumbasses is a problem with it I'm already getting tired of.

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I'll admit I didn't include enough evidence with some of Aventurine's issues. This blog fixes that, going in deep on how he leans into the stereotype we are told of his people, how his actions are stupid, etc. like that with a lot more proper referencing back to events.

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[gildedmuse]

Play Pretend (Please Don't)

Part I

[All my writing posts should come with an @jhaernyl credit. She doesn't always have to say much, but what she does makes me want to write something just for her.]

Its Zoro's first ever high school party, but even he knows what it means when someone sets a bottle down in the middle of the floor.

Robin somehow talks Nami into it, and Nami forces the rest of them because she's just bossy like that (and too embarrassed to admit she's only going because Vivi is there.)

Without hesitation, Zoro gives a flat no. He came here to get out of the dojo, the cheap watered down sake, and because his friends wanted to come, that's all. He doesn't see why he should be forced to sit around and watching a bunch of people he only half knows or likes giggling and whispering about who kissed who based all on a random bottle spin.

Then Robin slides up beside him, though before he can her no as well she speaks right passed him.

Robin: Will you be joining in as well, Torao-kun?

Law: Why? Are you going to try you luck, Fluer-ya?

Trafalgar Law is a black haired senior with a wicked smirk that curls around his lips the same way his tattoos curl across his olive skin. Both make him look just a little dangerous. Like a knife, or an unregulated kendo match.

Zoro's ends up standing there at the side trying to look disinterested and too cool and super adult - but in a cool way, not like a lame chaperone or something - sipping from his cup of watered down sake, pretending not to watch as Torao kisses four different people including - oh how gross - that stupid Ero Eyebrow (who of course goes and makes this huge fuss over how he shouldn't have to kiss Torao since he doesn't want to and only even played this game because the beautiful, sweet angel Nami-swan ❤️❤️ ❤️ requested his presence and-) Torao just smirks and grabs him by his stupid tie and drags him across the circle, and even though Zoro wants to gag at the sight, it's also sorta hilarious to watch how fast the waiter shuts up. When Torao lets go, Usoop howls, tears in his eyes, as he points out thats Sanji's face is an exact match for Kid's hair. Though Zoro doesn't actually catch the idiot's embarrassment. His vision gets caught on that hook, the upward turn of Torao's lips.

(After he shakes it off he tries to join in and poke fun at Love-Brow being an homophobic asshole, but all he sees is Black Lung's wrinkled shirt and wet lips and arg, why would someone as cool as Law waste his breath kissing someone so stupid?)

Eventually Hancock declares that this game is for children and they need to go the ante. Who is up for Seven Minutes In Marie Joice? (To no one's surprise this very quick decision comes after she FINALLY manages to get her spin to land "like a love arrow" right at Luffy, who only even sat in the circle, Zoro is sure, because Nami put down a tray of snacks. He doesn't even stop eating his chicken. Just keeps chewing staring up as the senior girl makes annoyingly high pitched baby sounds and wiggles around like a worm before finally going in for the kiss, only to miss when Luffy dives down at the plate. Her lips brush Luffy's hat and she squeals so loud Zoro winces and has to cover his ears. Why are people so weird about something as silly as kissing?)

Zoro: What's Seven Minutes In Marie Joice?

Bonney: Something you'll never get.

Some of the kids snicker, though most just shrug it off as the two of them being siblings (Bonney is older, it's practically her job to taunt him in such a manner). Zoro still doesn't have any clue what it means, so the insult goes entirely unnoted.

Law: That's not fair, Bonney-ya, I've heard Princess-ya's friends all find him very "cute".

Torao flashes Zoro a supportive smile and winks at him, letting him know it's all in good fun, none of which Zoro doesn't know how to react to. Sure, on the one hand, He's certain Torao is trying to stick up for him even if he still isn't sure what it's about. Then again, he brought up Perona's annoying little friends who sit in the backyard giggling when he's trying to practice kendo. Zoro has a feeling he's being teased whenever they come up.

The waiter snorts and lights a cigarette, as if that makes him look older and cooler. Zoro shamelessly smiles when he chokes on his first inhale.

Sanji: Bonney-chan is right, as always. Everyone here has too high of standards to go with someone as brutish as you.

Zoro / Bonney: Oi! What would you know about standards love boy? / Oi! Watch your mouth you stupid eyebrow kid!

Sanji: My apologizes oh Bonney-chan~~❤️ !!! However, you have to admit, your brother is too afraid to even join in a simple kissing game-

Zoro: I am not afraid! Why don't you come outside and say that to my-

Hancock: That's enough! I demand we begin the game!

Zoro is so ready to march off when Torao scoots closer to his classmate Penguin, patting the ground beside him. He seems to have decided that Zoro meant it when he said he wasn't afraid. Which he wasn't!

Law: Come on, Zoro-ya. It will be fun.

Zoro is going to go, but this makes him pause. He can't help but think about about how Hiyori, Smoker, Robin and even old eyebrow all got to kiss Torao. Also, Zoro isn't a coward! That's just as important to prove, so it isn't actually like he wants to kiss anyone at all, it's all about his reputation. With a glower towards the stupid love waiter he goes and takes his spot next Torao.

The second he does Law leans in a little closer, knocking their shoulders together. He leans in until he's close enough that even his whisper knocks the three gold bars hanging from Zoro's ear together.

Law: You'll like it, trust me.

Zoro refuses to shiver. Instead, he hides his reaction in his cup. He takes a sip of sake, making a muttered sound which could be agreement or whatever.

Zoro still doesn't understand the premise of the game. It's like spin the bottle but now pairs of people go back into Basil's downstairs bedroom for a few minutes (not actually seven, but just typically just until Hancock seems to deem it enough time) and people whistle and cheer when they come out. Law goes in with Bonney who looks super annoyed, then with Smoker again.

After that time, Toroa comes out with his shirt half unbuttoned and a smirk that makes Zoro all warm.

The first time it lands on Zoro, it's Nami who spins. He lays on the bed and listens to Nami complaining about "that bitch Hina" . Zoro didn't know Nami hated the pink haired girl so much. From what he gathers it has something to do with Hina and Vivi having been paired up to come in here together earlier. Zoro decides to nap until Hancock lets them out.

He forgets to ask Nami what it is they're supposed to do. 

When he comes out Love-Brow nearly attacks him, which Zoro is fine with (he's always happy to kick that blonde pervert's ass) but Nami jumps in and calls him idiot for thinking that anything happened. Eyebrow goes on about Nami's purity (puke) then nicks Zoro for "striking out". Zoro doesn't really care about waiter boy's opinion of him and just shrugs if off as him being an asshole like usual.

Law gives him a sort of smile though and ruffles his hair before patting him on the back.

Law: Bad luck, getting her on your first try. Come on, your spin will go better.

Then it's Zoro's turn to spin...

It comes really close to Sabo and Ace which makes Law tense up next to him - it's barely noticeable except Zoro is hyper focused on Torao the whole time, to the point where the nearly missed when the bottle stops.

Zoro's wondering why Torao had gone all weird when he hears a giggle.

Robin: How fortunate for me, Kenshi-san.

When they get back to the bedroom, Zoro sits at the end of the bed, unsure what else to do. Robin follows suit, sitting suspiciously close to Zoro, who automatically crosses his arms, trying to look ready for whatever. Even though he still doesn't understand the point of this game.

Robin looks at him and giggles.

Robin: Would you like a kiss, Kenshi-san?

Zoro: What! No, of course not woman! 

Zoro: ....

Zoro: Is that what we're suppose to be doing?

Robin: I believe it is the "fun" part of this particular game, yes.

Zoro: *frowning* What's the point in switching rooms and calling it something different if it's the same game? Just so people can pretend they're doing something interesting instead of just kissing each other more? Tch. How pointless.

Robin: It does seem rather secretive for just kissing. *Leans in and plants a soft kiss on Zoro, who is too shocked to protest in time* Perhaps you should ask Torao-kun to help explain it's objective?

Robin goes on to say that it's alright if they pretend they did kiss, though Zoro doesn't see the point in pretending such nonsense. Not until they leave the room and Law lights up with this wicked grin, leaning in close when Zoro sits back down.

Law: See, wasn't that way more fun?

Zoro: *Stomach all fluttery* Hmm? Oh yeah. It was.... Great.

For a while neither of them get picked which it turns out is Zoro's favorite part of the game because it's mostly just sitting around drinking and talking with friends. And Torao doesn't get up to disappear with some girl or have a bunch of friends show up and drag him away. He stays next to Zoro the whole time.

Sometimes they'll talk about the couple that goes into the room and Zoro is working on piecing together what is the point of the game is, though it still feels like a waste of time. If you want to kiss someone so much why not just ask them?

He brings this up to Torao, who chuckles and says it's a fair point.

Law: But then why are you playing, Zoro-ya?

Zoro didn't want to admit that he's playing because Torao was there and, honestly, he didn't know what it was, or that he thought of all those other people Torao has kissed and hadn't liked it.

Zoro: I don't know. Bored I guess?

Law studies him and Zoro tries not to squirm under his gaze. Finally, Zoro snaps, demanding to know what he's staring about, when Torao's curious looks blooms into a smile.

Torao leans close again, speaking so no one else can hear.

Law: It's alright, Zoro-ya. I won't tell...

Tell? Tell what?

Law: I think it's cute. *Knowing smile* You want to practice before you ask her out, huh?

Zoro: Eh?

What? Zoro honestly has no idea what Torao is talking about. Not until Torao bumps their shoulders together and nods over to the snack table.

Smoker is over there, having left the game a while back. He looks annoyed but is standing there anyway while Kuina's younger sister - who has been a total brat until Kuina agreed to bring her along - is clearly upset about something. Knowing her it has to do with the Young Marines club since she's always going on about it.

Zoro: What? Tashigi?

Law's meaning taking a moment to sink in. When it does Zoro is ready to get all worked up because why the hell would Torao suggest THAT!?

Zoro is cut off before he can raise the point properly by a bunch of whoops and cheers that he's learned means two popular or attractive people or people already a couple got picked.

Tashigi is the last thing in his mind as Ace saunters over to a pleased looking Law, who takes his hand and pulls himself off the floor in a way that somehow makes Zoro feel dizzy. Can people just standing up be consider attractive? The two of them don't even wait to get back to the room, sharing their first kiss while standing right there next to Zoro.

It is nothing like the short, chaste kiss Robin gave him earlier.

It feels like Hancock waits forever before telling Shachi to knock at the door. Ace comes out with this devilish grin, his jacket and belt tucked under his arm as if he hadn't had the chance to put them back on.

Zoro pointedly looks at the carpet so he doesn't catch what Torao looks like. Though when he sits down  next to him Zoro can't help but notice he feels warmer somehow.

If Law notices Zoro isn't purposefully ignoring him he didn't show it . He doesn't really seem to pay any attention to Zoro at all....

This game is stupid, Zoro decides, and it's not like anyone will notice if he just gets up and leaves.

Law: Zoro-ya

He has hardly even begun to move away when Torao calls for him.  So maybe Torao had been paying more attention to him than he'd thought. Zoro turns to look at Torao, surprised the older boy had been paying such close attention as to notice the moment Zoro had moved

Law is giving him a weird look that shifts seamlessly into a coy grin. Zoro is vaguely aware of some people giggling and his sister raising a fuss about something or another, really only tuning in to her voice because the way she says "Trafalgar" makes her sound honestly pissed off.

Torao is holding out a hand to help Zoro up off the floor, which Zoro takes without giving it much thought. It's only as Law starts walking then both away that Zoro glances back at the circle if their friends and classmates. And noticed where the bottle is pointing.

Law: Don't look so nervous, Zoro-ya

Torao chuckles as he opens the door, ushering Zoro inside.

Law: I'll be real good practice for you, I promise.

#play Pretend (please don't) #spin the bottle #high school au #one piece au #one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #zolaw #law x zoro #this tumblr might go back to more writing posts #I apologize for that #part one #I know a lot of people find the name coloration thing annoying #I apologize for that too #it's sort of become a habit #also it breaks it up from just being a post of black text

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Love Song for a Vampire Pt.7

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Warnings: more pining

Words: 2172

Summary: The Cullens tell you about Victoria and the threat to come.

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 Homework hadn’t been your priority in a long time, but urging from your parents after your return home had you at your desk; your history homework right in front of you.

Cheek gauzed up thanks to your mother who had promptly freaked out at the sight, you try not to scratch at it. Needless to say your parents raised hell with both you and Sam. Repeatedly you had to remind them that this could happen again at any time, but that you were okay. If you had the chance to change to your wolf form, it wouldn’t have happened. Despite them asking what had happened you didn’t go into detail. Merely that you and Sam had come under attack and the neighboring Cullens were the ones to initially patch you up.

A soft ‘tap tap’ on your bedroom door had you spinning in your computer desk. Your mom pokes her head in sheepishly, until she finds you working on your schoolwork. She smiles and lets out a relieved sigh. “Oh good, you’re studying.”

“Kinda have to now since Mr. Bailey called you guys about my grades.” You slump in your chair, letting your pencil roll out of your hand.

Your mom folds her arms in front of her chest. “Your schoolwork should always come first.”

“Even before protecting Forks from potentially dangerous monsters?”

She pursed her lips, dark eyes narrowing. “Yes. It’s not a paying job. You need school for that.” Going back to her soft demeanor, she takes a step further into your room. “You should go thank the Cullens. In person. They helped you and Sam, right?”

Definitely out of the question. How could you face Edward again after admitting to him that you didn’t want to love him? You felt embarrassed just remembering your confession. Your mom was right though. You had to thank them properly. It was the least you could do. You just hoped that Edward wouldn’t be home when you did.

Conceding with a nod, your mom smiles. “Good! I’ll bake them some cookies to show my gratitude as well.”

“Wait! Mom, they don’t eat food. They’re vampires!”

She just shrugs. “It’s the thought that counts, right?”

*

Sugar cookies. You couldn’t believe your mom had made sugar cookies for vampires despite you repeating that they don’t eat solid food. There you were though, walking up through the woods with a plate filled with cookies.

Blushing, you cross the threshold of trees and onto the Cullen’s front lawn. The entire time, you were going over what you would say. You could smell that at least some of the Cullens were home, but no Edward. Good. It would make everything less awkward.

That was until you felt his presence. Felt it before you heard his car pulling up to the driveway.

Well shit.

Standing there awkwardly, you watch as his shiny car stops. One long leg emerges from the sportscar, then another until Edward stands up and closes the door of his car. His car probably cost more than your entire house.

Nope. You didn’t want to do this anymore. You wanted to run like the devil was at your heels.

Edward removes his sunglasses. “(y/n)?”

In an awkward manner, your lips tug up in a sheepish grin. “H-Hey. Um. . . I just wanted to stop by really quick just to thank you and your family for saving me and Sam. And for taking care of me. Ah! M-my mom made these cookies for you guys.”

Smiling, he walks closer to you. “She does know we don’t eat, right?”

“I told her multiple times. Once she has her mind set on something though. . .” Words trailing off, your heart beat escalates the closer Edward got to you. In an attempt to put some distance between you, you hold out the plate at arm’s length. “You can toss them or whatever.”

Taking the plate from you, his fingers brush against the back of your hand making both of you jump back. Edward flips up the plastic wrap covering the cookies and picks one out. He takes a bite, thoroughly chewing before swallowing. “If I were a human I bet this would taste delicious.”

Embarrassed, you scratch your cheek and look away from him. “I’ll pass down the compliment.”

For a moment, Edward stares at you before frowning. “Would you like to come in?”

“Ah, no. That’s okay. I just wanted to say thank you. So, thank you.” It was hard not to squeak out your replies. The racing in your chest was getting worse by the second. No doubt he could hear it. All the blood rushing through your body from being so close to him.

The front door of the Cullen house opens and shows a concerned Carlisle. “(y/n). Good, you’re here. I need to talk with the both of you.”

Nope. You definitely didn’t want to do that. Especially since the rest of the Cullens smelled sickeningly sweet. Plus you wanted to go over to Embry’s and ask him if all he said was true. That he liked you more than a friend. He hadn’t spoken to you the past two days since then and you were worried.

Edward having the handy ability to read thoughts, instantly knew what was up. “Victoria. You best come in (y/n).”

Who was Victoria?

Turned out Victoria was bad news. The murders that had been happening lately were her doing. She was in the process of making an army of newborns.

“An entire army. . .” Breathing out shakily you stand up from the couch. “I need to tell the pack.” Your previous anxiety of the impending threat was soothed by a calming wave you knew to be Jasper. At that moment you appreciated his gesture and accepted the settling of your heart rate.

“That’s why I wanted to speak with you.” Carlisle looks to the rest of his family before settling his attention back on you. “We think we’ll have the best shot at defeating Victoria and her army if the pack teamed up with us. I tried contacting our friends in Alaska to help us, but unfortunately they cannot help.”

“Wolves are the natural enemies to vampires.” Jasper adds. “You guys are built to destroy vampires, but it’s very likely that no one in your pack has experience with newborns. They’re a league of their own.”

Wolves helping vampires. . . You knew many in the pack would have objections to that. If newborns were this big of a deal though, surely they would be willing to put their differences aside. Especially since you and Sam kind of owed the Cullens.

You nod and already feel tired from the information you would have to pass along. “Okay. I’ll tell Sam. At this point I’m sure we can put aside our differences.”

Esme’s smile of relief melts the tension of the room. “Thank you, (y/n).”

“Of course. To end all the killings and protect our territory, that’s what we want most of all.” You start heading toward the main entrance hall. “I need to tell them as quickly as possible.”

Edward soon follows after you. “Do you need a ride back?”

“Nah. I went through the woods. Besides, I’m fast on foot.” Already leaping over the front steps, you land lightly on your feet and book it for the heart of the forest. Once sure that you were out of sight, you hastily remove your clothes and strap them securely to your leg.

Taking a deep breath, you jump out of your human skin and into (h/c) fur and four paws. They land with a loud thump and don’t waste much time running. Through your pack telepathy, you reach out and gauge who is out on patrol. Whoever was out heard your message and sent it along until it reached Sam.

The outcry was immediate by the time you made it to Sam’s residence. Easily shifting back to two legs, you pulled your clothes back on. Already hearing the disgruntled shouting from the small cabin, you mentally prepare yourself for the conversation that was about to take place.

“We can benefit from learning a thing or two from them.” You caught Seth arguing with his older packmates.

“From what Jasper was telling me,” taking everyone by surprise, you continue “newborns are incredibly volatile and at their peak of strength the time period after they have first been turned. All of their senses are on overload.”

You couldn’t ignore the nasty look that Leah gave you. Ever since the pack found out that you had imprinted on Edward, she hadn’t treated you the same. She was a little more hostile now that you had imprinted on a vampire.

Full heartedly agreeing, Jacob makes his presence known as well in the group. “We need to end this, no matter the cost. We’ll lose fewer of our pack if the Cullens aid us. Victoria will stop at nothing until she succeeds in killing Bella.”

He didn’t want to agree, but gazing at the gauze on your cheek, Sam’s shoulders slumped a bit. “Yes. If we let this carry on any longer, who knows how many more humans will be killed.”

One of the younger wolves still seemed slightly hesitant on the plan. A boy who was two years younger than you. Freshly changed and still learning how to get control of his wolf. “So we’re teaming up with the Cullens to stop this vampire army?”

“Not quite ideal,” your alpha noted “but we do what we must.”

Your pack would be going into battle. That was something you had to keep quiet from your parents.

Sam turns to you and asks “They want us to train with them, right?”

“Yes. So they can prepare us for fighting newborns.”

Leah scoffed and her usual haughty temper arose but was cut off by one look from Sam. Everyone could guess what her concerns were about though. Especially since it was known of her dislike for Bella which had caused many squabbles between her and Jacob.

Beside Sam was Emily who tried her best to keep a brave face. She looked the way you felt: dread.

None of the wolves besides Paul (and even then it was an accident) had ever fought a vampire. An entire newborn army at that? It was all so daunting that you went back out to the porch for a breather. You hadn’t realized that your hands had been shaking. Fear had a tight grip on you. You could possibly die from this. Members of your pack could be gone forever. If you didn’t succeed in stopping Victoria’s army, everyone in Forks could die.

The cold press on your upper arm from a soda can made you jolt with surprise. An equally startled Embry took a step back. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought you could use something to drink. Plus I wanted to get out of there for a bit.”

When you release your sigh it's incredibly shaky, more so than the hand you used to take the soda from him. “Thanks. No better cure than Dr. Pepper.”

“He’s a good doctor.” Embry agrees and leans back against the wooden rail of the porch. “This is crazy. We’re actually going into battle.”

“Just a bunch of kids and only a few actual adults. Yeah, that’s crazy.” The carbonation of the soda was actually soothing to you and a temporary distraction. Then you remember Embry’s confession which made your heart wake up. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to bring it up, but you had to talk about it. If you waited any longer it might be too late. You glance at him and his sweet, boyish face. The kind of face that warranted admirers. In your ideal life, Embry would have been the one you imprinted on. Before all hell broke loose in your life, you had had a small crush on him. But because the two of you were friends, you didn’t want to ruin it and said nothing. Embry hadn’t imprinted on you either so you figured it was never meant to be.

His dark eyes flick over to you, realizing you had been staring at him. Flustered, Embry grew fidgety from the immense eye contact you were giving him. “W-What?”

“Did you really mean what you said? About liking me. . .” You instantly felt stupid asking him.

Embry’s face glows bright red. “Shoot. I was hoping you’d forget about that. Y. . . Yes. I like you more than a friend. I know it can never really work though. You’re not my imprintee and I’m not your’s.”

You grumble “This imprinting thing is so unfair.”

With a loud groan, Embry throws his head back making you giggle. “Tell me about it. The one downside to this whole wolf thing.”

“I had a crush on you too. Well, at least I used to.”

That confession made Embry accidentally fall over the rail and into the bushes below.

“Embry?!”

“Imprinting freaking sucks!!”

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[marleysfinest]

if you don't like the heat, get out of the kitchen; jean & connie x reader

 thank u @uwubraun for the inspo for this I owe u one

  NSFW. minors dni.

It’s hot, and sweaty, and you get home smelling of oil and sweat, but a job’s a job. Although, you could tell from the way that the waistband of your jeans digs into your skin a little tighter recently that scooping up rogue French fries and letting those line cooks whip you up a little something every shift was starting to take its toll. You didn’t care, though, because it just made you feel like there was more of you to go around.

   Despite the shitty customers and the even shittier tips, your shifts were always made bearable by those line cooks. Jean and Connie, the kitchen dream team who made it their duty to dote on you every goddamn day. You never thought of yourself as much of a catch, but since being on the receiving end of their affections, you thought twice about it now. 

   You pull on your trusted black jeans and polo shirt uniform – not the sexiest outfit in the world – and head to work for yet another hot and sweaty shift. As you swing the door open, you hear the jibes echo from the back.

   “Shit, girl!” calls Connie, glancing up at you, “hey Jean-boy, you seein’ this?!”

   Jean’s head pokes from round the corner, and he flings his head back while biting a knuckle.

   “It’s a good day to cook, my man!” he yells in reply, turning his attention back to his food preparation. Thankfully, there aren’t yet any customers, but that doesn’t stop you feeling embarrassed in the best possible way. 

   After throwing your bag and jacket in your locker, you head to the kitchen to collect the sauces for the tables. 

   “Good afternoon, boys,” you coo as you swan in, “workin’ hard?” 

   Jean looks up at you but doesn’t once stop his slicing, although he slows his motions. He gently rolls his shoulders which click gently, like he’s limbering up for something. 

   “Always workin’ hard when you’re around,” he replies with a wink. 

   “That’s too tongue-in-cheek, man, even for you,” jokes Connie, breaking the spell Jean seemed to be under. They fall into their usual ritual of aggressive but jovial banter, allowing you to get on with preparing for the wave of customers due in any minute.

   Once the tables filled and the orders flooded in, you fell into the rhythm of service. Top ups, plates, spills, and complaints; every shift was essentially the same, but you got through it hardly breaking a sweat. One particularly sour old woman is unhappy with the way her steak has been cooked, and demands you take it back to the kitchen. With a shrug and wry smile, you agree, and head to the heart of the restaurant to scold those chefs.

   “Now listen, boys,” you call, swinging the door to the kitchen open backside first, and setting the plate down between the two of them, “there’s a sweet, little old lady out there insisting that you’re trying to poison her with this here steak, alright?”

   You looked between them, your faces hardly a foot apart, with eyebrows raised as if to make it seem like you were genuinely complaining.

   “Are you gonna fix it?” you ask. 

   Connie flits his eyes down to the steak before looking back to you, clearly not bothered in the slightest about the old woman’s complaint. 

   “We can fix it,” he replies, glancing up to Jean, “you want us… both to fix it, or…?”

   The grin that appears on your face answers the question for you. 

   “Make the little old lady happy. Burn it to a cinder, please, and stick it on the pass.” 

   You head back to the dining room to await your steak, making sure to add a little extra swing to your hips as you went.

The old lady is placated with her overdone steak, and soon enough the dining room empties. You sweep up the rogue crumbs and napkins, and thanks to the muscle memory of cleaning this place for the past three years, you’re done in no time. As the staff filter out one by one, you soon find yourself in a familiar situation; left with the keys to lock up, as Jean and Connie dawdle to finish cleaning the kitchen. You hear them still at it, ribbing each other mercilessly over mishaps that had happened on shift, or indeed ones that happened a week ago. Deciding that tonight was the night to show those two the consequences of all their flirting, you lock the front door and flip off the lights of the dining room, and head through to the kitchen to join in the camaraderie. 

   The metallic clang of the keys on the prep bench alerts the two of them to your arrival in the kitchen, and soon the jibes quiet down, both of them suddenly devoting their attention to you entirely. 

"Hey, you," says Connie, "you lookin' for some dinner?"

You can't help but smile.

“Damn, don't you know what a girl wants."

He looks pleased with himself as he hoists himself up onto the counter, apparently not intending to make you anything to eat at all. Grabbing your confidence with both hands, you make your way over to him slowly, batting your lashes gently as you went. You could've sworn you saw a flush of red in his cheeks, but he soon regained his composure.

“Everyone's gone home..." you say, utilising your most sultry voice and letting it trail off. Connie's eyes are suddenly filled with lust as he stares back at you, unblinking, as you gently use your hips to drive a wedge between his knees and place yourself between his legs. Acutely aware that it wasn't just the two of you in the kitchen - nor did you want there to be - you turn your attention to Jean, who watches the situation unfold keenly from the corner with arms crossed.

“I've got an appetite, but not for steak," you say to him, "got anything I might like back here?"

He unfolds his arms with a cursory glance at Connie, and slowly makes his way towards you. Meanwhile, Connie’s hands find their way to your hips, before sliding them around and beneath the waistband of your trousers just beneath the small of your back, pulling you closer. He leans down and firmly pushes his lips against yours, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Jean appears from behind and gently brushes your hair away from your shoulders, before planting breathy kisses all along your neck. Connie slides his hands to the front of your jeans, and he barely fumbles with the button and zipper as he loosens them up, showing off your lacy pink underwear, and eliciting a sigh of anticipation from his lips. Jean takes over to slip your jeans down enough so that gravity does the rest, and no sooner had they hit the floor was he moving on to removing your shirt, succeeding in one swift movement.

"Matching bra and panties?" he whispers, "you plan this, baby girl?"

You blush as you feel his breath on your neck, and Connie releases you just long enough to allow you to turn your attention away and reward Jean with a passionate kiss. You run your fingers through his hair, holding him in place, and the feeling of his growing erection against your hip confirms that he enjoys it. While you tease all the shuddering sighs you can from his lips, Connie has turned his attention south. With the gentlest of touches, he slides your panties to one side and firmly presses against your clit, causing you to catch your breath.

"Oh, she planned this," he mutters, peppering kisses across your chest as he slides the straps of your bra from your shoulders, "baby has been wet for a long time."

You submit yourself to them fully, and what ensues is a masterclass in pleasing one's woman. Not only do they take it in turns mercilessly fucking your sweet, dripping cunt, but every so often they switch to more tender methods. Jean takes great pleasure in lapping you up, using his tongue skilfully, as Connie kisses you like it's the last time he'll ever be able to; they both save themselves just long enough by using their fingers in every way they knew how to practically make you beg for release, and it's not until you have tears streaming down your face that they finally let you come. your cheeks and chest flush red, and in a moment of pure, primal desire you allow them both to fuck your pretty mouth until they both spilled over in climax.

Being the gentleman that they are, they make sure that you're well tended to when emotions return to earth and the clarity sets in. They clean you up gently with warm water and soft towels, always checking in with you to see that you're satisfied which, of course, you are.

It's just a job, but despite the shitty customers and even shittier tips, those line cooks might just make it one worth sticking with a little while longer.

#I don't ever write this stuff omg this was fun tho #a v fun exercise in writing outside of my comfort zone!!!! #jean x reader #connie x reader #aot smut #jean kirschtein smut #connie springer smut #jean x y/n #connie x y/n #attack on titan smut #aot #jean kirschtein #connie springer

[sweethartlullaby]

you, among the art ii

word count: 792 genre/theme: fluff and angst later, sculpting series, graduate student and her professor/supervisor, female and male pairing as always, imagine whoever you would like... find part iii here sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist

It’s her first day. 

He spent about thirty minutes trying to pick out the perfect shirt this morning. Ever since the last end-of-year meeting, he has been very conscious of his fashion choices. 

You’re already on such thin ice; try not to look like you hate it here.

He’s wearing a white shirt today, one his mother bought for him when he went home this summer. As fall approaches, he lets himself breathe. The air gently floats into the room, wrapping him with comfort. With the windows open, he leaves the cardigan hugging the chair. 

He has been creating sketches in his notebook, finding things to fix even though he doesn’t need to. He can’t let himself sit idle. He has to stop himself from checking the time. With every tick of the wall clock, he grows even more nervous. He’s also a man of tea so the unusual cup of coffee today has his fingers shaking and his heart beating in his ears. 

One minute before the scheduled time, he hears a knock on his door. He turns to see her head poking inside, searching the room until her eyes finally fall on him. All of a sudden, he feels so small. 

“Oh, hello.” She says and smiles a little before she lets herself in. Her hair is in a low ponytail, and her light blue shirt sleeves are up to her elbows. Her dark pants almost hide the smudges of clay, but not well enough to his trained eye. 

He studies her for a moment too long before he realizes he is supposed to speak. 

“Uhm, hello.” He says. She stays by the door and all he can think about is that she is going to make a run for it any second now.

“Well,” She squeaks out before she clears her throat.

“Sorry, I’m not usually this nervous.”

“Do I scare you?” He says, half-joking. 

“Oh, gosh no!” She finally steps closer to him. 

“If I’m so scared of you, I wouldn’t be here.” She explains as she looks at his desk, a clutter of paper and ink. 

“Are these your upcoming projects?” She asks, keeping her hands behind her back. He hesitates. How does he tell her he was such a nervous wreck that he took it out on his sketchbook? When he takes too long to answer, she speaks.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to pry. I just-”

“They’re just ideas.” He says and he fights the urge to cringe at the way he says it. It’s always been a bad habit. The nerves make him cold and uninterested. It is probably why he barely speaks to anyone at gatherings.

“Oh.” She steps away from the table as if she crossed the line.

The coffee isn’t helping. He’s too freaked out to think of what to say. Should he apologize? Should he tell her it’s okay? He stands frozen, his tongue trying to push the words out. It takes him another two minutes of silence before he finally blurts out letters that he hopes form into words.

“Why not…I mean, why don’t you tell me about your…project?” He takes his cup into his hands to hide their trembling before he leans onto the window frame and watches her. 

“Right! So, as you know…” She gets closer again and uses her hands to explain her vision. He doesn’t ask a lot. She seems to know what she’s doing. She knows what she wants. Her vision is tremendous and creative and he can’t help but watch in awe as passion pours out of her.

It’s in the way she speaks about her work. It’s in the way she moves as she describes it. It’s almost as if he can see exactly what she means. 

“I understand that the final project may not even be tied to Black Swan but that’s actually what I am going for. I want even more fear and anguish than was shown. I want to capture so much in just one statue. It’s…” She exhales before she finally looks at him again. 

“It’s a lot, I know. But…I’m excited.” The corners of her lips turn up into a small smile. It’s refreshing, to see someone so in love in this field again. It almost reminds him of why he is here in the first place. 

“I think…it’s going to be amazing.” He says slowly. He’s never been the greatest with words, but that’s why he’s a sculptor. There’s much more for him to show than to say.

“I really look forward to working with you.” He brings his hand out and when she doesn’t take it immediately, he almost pulls it back. But then she grips him and gives him a firm shake.

“Me too.”

a/n: hellooo!! this is part two of the sculpting series. i'm soooo sorry if it sounds so choppy i honestly dk whats wrong with me. but i will try write better for the next parts!! i'm uploading a part iii right after this one since this is a bit short. i hope you enjoyed and i'd love to hear what you guys thought about it (pls be nice), who you imagined, and any songs that came into mind!

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[jimblejamblewritings]

the imprint or the blood singer | part 23.

Summary: Y/N Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother’s friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light smut

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Embry Call x reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Edward strolled into his room, babyless, while you were finishing an essay for one of your classes. This whole online college was actually kind of appealing to you, you were considering doing it for all four years. Edward sat down next to you, careful not to disturb you as you checked over it once more before hitting the submit button.

“Who has her now? Embry, Jacob, or Rose?” you asked as you closed the laptop.

“Actually Charlie and Bella.”

You raised an eyebrow causing Edward to laugh. Bella and Charlie were the last two people you had expected to grow so attached to Masen, yet somehow you constantly found your child at the Swans’ residence.

Aside from you and Edward, Bella spent the most time with Masen— both with her dad and when she was with Jacob. Charlie had been surprisingly taking the whole “need-to-know” status very well. He even stopped commenting on Masen’s growth after the third visit, realizing she was definitely getting older every time he saw her.

“Bella said she’ll drop Masey at Billy’s tomorrow when she goes to see Jacob.”

“Before or after we get to the house.”

“Before. She’s headed early because she and Jacob are going on a date.”

“So we have a night off, what should we do?”

Edward pulled you off the bed. “I would tell you to find an outfit but Alice will be here in 3… 2… 1.”

Alice bursted into Edward’s room. She gave him an excited to look to which he just nodded. You wish you had some sort of powers, not enjoying the silent conversation between the two siblings. Alice bounced on her heels before pulling you towards her room. When she was done working her magic, you looked in the mirror. Alice truly had a gift and it wasn’t seeing the future. You were in a nice sundress, long sleeve top underneath with the cooling weather. Your hair and makeup were natural but still glamorous, kind of like when you went to the dance club with Edward during vacation. It took a few arguments but Alice finally relented and let you wear booties instead of a straight stiletto heel.

Edward was dressed nicely as well when you greeted him back at his room. You poked at the collar of his blazer, you weren’t sure if you’ve ever seen him super dressed up before. You linked your arm in his and you two started to walk towards the forest.

“Carlisle and Esme were asking about us the other day,” Edward said as he helped you over a giant rock.

“Hmm?”

“When you were with the pack. They wanted to know if we were going to move out… of Forks.”

You stopped and Edward looked down at you.

“They don’t think we can hide Masen from the small town for much longer (Y/N). Carlisle thinks eventually Masey’s growing will stabilize and we need to think about what we’ll do when that happens.”

“I guess I didn’t think about that. La Push, Forks. It’s all I’ve ever known.”

“Well, we have time. I don’t know how much but we’ve got time.”

You and Edward finally made it to your destination. A meadow of small purple flowers. You sat down with him in the middle of the field. It was pleasant. Everything felt right. Edward chuckled slightly as you frowned when he pulled you to your feet and moved from holding you.

“Why’d you mo— Edward?” you barely whispered as you watched him kneel down and pull out a small velvet box.

“I admit normally in my day we got married before the baby,” Edward awkwardly chuckled. “But I guess nothing about us is conventional anyway. We’ve had lots of ups and downs but I wouldn’t change any of it… well except for when I, um, bit you. I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Edward was caught off guard when instead of answering him, you launched yourself at him instead. Both of you tumbled to the ground as you kissed him, ‘yes’ mumbling from your mouth a thousand times. You admired the ring the whole time as Edward gave you a piggy-back ride back to the house, he was holding your shoes in his hands.

“I feel like you’re more in love with the ring than me,” he chuckled.

You kissed him on the cheek. “I’m just thinking of putting it on the anklet, you know in case I need to shift.”

~~

Your phone was ringing off the hook, it was your dad. You lazily unwrapped your arm from around Edward, who had stayed in bed with you the whole night.

“Dad, morning… you want us to come earlier?”

“Yeah, um Masen asked for you.”

You sat up straight. “Asked?”

“Yeah, Mase Mase asked for you two and is… walking.”

“We’re on our way, dad.”

(Part 24)...

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x black!reader #embry call x reader #embry call x black!reader #twilight fic

[sniperjade]

The Swan, The Boy and The Hanged Man

Gods, I hate her. Look at her, wandering about a meadow without a care, as if there isn’t a fucking war on. What a joke.

Luna didn’t know the swan was there until it made a pathetic sound that was halfway between a squawk and a honk. Its leg was caught in a snare trap and its wing hung unnaturally at its side. A deep gash in its underside was bleeding liberally, covering its body in swathes of red. Luna kneeled beside it to run a hand down its long back and when she raised it again, her fingers were stained in crimson.

The swan barely moved under her touch, only lifting its head to bleat at her.

“You’ve found yourself in quite the pickle, haven’t you?” Luna mused, “Well and truly trapped.”

With a swish of her wand, she cut through the rope and pulled the bird up into her arms. It tried to struggle and flap but the exhausted creature soon surrendered itself to her arms. She picked her way through the frost-covered ground back to her home. The fields were little more than scrubland and surrounded the large Rook-like structure making it seem almost desolate. Her home had never been pretty, a relic that poked out of the landscape, like a ruin from some long-forgotten time.

It was odd, Luna thought, that a swan would be caught out here. The nearest lake was not for another mile, along with the swamps and rushes they usually hide in at this time of year. That said, the swan was bony, and she could feel each one underneath its flesh and feathers. Perhaps it had simply gotten desperate and tried to eat the first bite of food it could find.

She opened the door with her wand as she tried to keep a hold of the bird, who appeared to be silently looking around with its beady black gaze. The table was the only surface large enough to hold him and she left him there as she fetched the dittany.

He hadn’t moved an inch by the time she had returned, barely raising his head to look at her.

Luna raised her wand, “Vulnera Sanentur.”

Her wand rolled around as the blood in the immediate area collected back up to knit the wound. When she was sure that it would no longer bleed, she stopped and picked up the dittany. It spread easily along the wound, and she watched as it healed even further.

He was surprisingly soft as she stroked her hand down his back. “You’ll be alright. A couple of days rest and some decent meals and you’ll be right as rain.”

She’s touching me. I hate it when people touch me. If the Dark Lord had not asked me to be here, I would peck her fucking eyes out.

Luna woke that night with the moon streaming through her window. It was lovely, this quiet time surrounded by blue. She breathed in and let it fill her, coating her insides with colour. Her limbs still ached from the aftereffects of all the Cruciatus this year and the tranquillity of night helped. Where before people had hidden her shoes or tripped her on the stairs, now she was a target for far more sinister things. She tried to tell them that they did not need to follow the Carrow's lead but they didn’t listen. It hurt to see their faces afterwards, masked in horror at what they’d done.

She frowned as she made out an unfamiliar shape on the other side of the room. Swinging her legs off the bed, she padded over to where she had left the swan, wrapped in blankets on the small couch. It wasn’t a swan any longer. The boy that remained was long legged and possessed a shock of brilliantly white, blond hair. It practically glowed in the ethereal light. He barely fit on the couch; his knees bent as he curled his body up. Thin wrist bones were clearly visible through his almost translucent skin and her heart ached at the thought of how the swan had devoured the little dinner she had given it.

Luna crouched down so that she could peer at his face from where it was tucked under his arm. Draco Malfoy. He looked far less frightening curled up here, his face slack with sleep. If she were truly honest, she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him. He had been like a ghost this year, hardly engaging in other people, doing the bare minimum that he could get away with. She could barely feel his Cruciatus, it’s effect as weak as static.

There could be no good reason for him to be here, but she couldn’t make him leave. Her father would not agree but Draco had not betrayed them yet. It would come, that much was to be expected, but what cost would he have to pay for her escape and was it worth her freedom? Or was she just delaying the inevitable? Her father had been rebellious, and they had both known that had a hefty price.

She pressed a thumb along his cheek, and he nuzzled into her touch. A subtle, unconscious action that spoke more than his words ever could.

Continued on Ao3

#Druna #Draco Malfoy #Luna Lovegood #hpfanfiction #Hurt/Comfort

[fatopiaplus]

Chadwick Horsley

Wanna see a real arrogant jerk?? Well, there he is. Me. Yeah. That's right. Young, immature, a real ass. I was a really intolerant guy. I hated everyone that didn't fit my narrow views. Gays, Jews, Blacks, Hispanics, Indians, the handicapped and especially those fat people. Yeah. I hated fat people most of all. I was poking fun of a fat chick when I walked out in front of a bus. Yep. A bus. Oh, that's gonna leave a mark! Well, the bus cracked open my head and messed up my hypothalamus. In case you didn't know, it's the little part of the brain that controls appetite regulation. Yep. Old Chet doesn't know when his tummy's full anymore. Trying to correct it, but looks like I'm gonna be one of those fat people. I was 159 pounds here.

Ok, well the doctor put me on these pills that would fill my stomach up and make it uncomfortable for me to eat more, and me, being the arrogant jackass I was, decided that MANLY WILLPOWER alone would get me by until I could get over this thing. Wasn't smart. Six months after the accident, I'd gained up to 228 pounds. Okay, so I started taking the pills ... after I ate. I didn't follow the directions. I didn't measure my meals and I didn't follow the diet as prescribed. Stupid son of a jackass ....

Well, after another nine months, I was 427 pounds. I didn't know how to do much of anything for myself. I couldn't get my great big gut in my pants and nothing fit right. I went back to the doc, humbled and much embarrassed, and went on a special diet that was ultra low calorie. Not only that, but a hospice nurse came to help me get used to life as a porker. And guess who it was? The fat chick I'd been makin' fun of when I'd swan-dived in front of that bus. Man, talk about just desserts! I had it coming, for sure, because I was fatter than she was. I waited for her to lay into me, but she didn't. She helped me find clothes to fit, helped me with my hygene and helped me with getting used to my size.

Over the months, I continued to gain weight, but not nearly as fast as I had before, thanks to Jesse. She made my meals for me and once I'd finished the portion, I stopped. Occasionally, I cheated, and that's when I picked up pounds. I've learned a lot from her and learned a lot about her. I was a real jerk. I didn't know ... I didn't know that she'd lost both her husband and her daughter tragically. She's a real saint, to be so kind to me after all I'd done to her. Funny thing is, on something she called Sadie Hawkins Day, February 29th, she asked me to marry her. Me? Marry her? I wasn't sure. I was afraid. I'd already ballooned up another ninety pounds, pushing 520 and I was only gonna get fatter. Jesse assured me that she didn't mind. Strengthened by her courage and sweetness, I agreed. This was a time where I was going from extreme self-consciousness to accepting of my weight, so there's not much in the way of photos I let myself be in.

Jess and I got married and got to work on a family right away, before I got too big to be of any use in that department.  In four years, God blessed us with five wonderful tykes, Calypso, Selene, Ashton, Chet and Jessica. My weight is up to 650 and I've got an implant in my brain and stomach that tells me, artificially, when I'm full. I'm not going to get skinny again. I don't think I could if I wanted to anyhow. Being like this has made me a far better man than I'd ever been. I'm happy being big fat Dad rather than being Chad the Cad.

[thaoilations]

The Ring doorbell alarm sounded on Mimi’s phone and she frowned, the pair never got many unexpected guests that didn’t already have a key (liberally passed out by Thao herself, much to Mimi’s not so pleasant surprise when she’d walk out her room in just a tshirt and find the likes of Cooper rummaging through their fridge.)

She checked the camera, seeing a uniformed man wielding a large cardboard box. Either someone was trying to dump a dead body on the couple to frame them, or Thao had ordered a package. Mimi buzzed the man up and he arrived at the door not so long after, helping shuck the large heavy box into the hallway before politely departing. The brunette stared at it, wondering what on Earth could be so heavy. She dragged it with all her might, dumping it in the living room before standing back, blowing hair out of her face.

“What are you?” She whispered to herself, digging her toe into the side of the box. She didn’t think Thao would appreciate her opening her packages (realistically, she wouldn’t care that much.) so she wasn’t going to. After having a boring day slinking around the apartment in her little black slip dress, curly hair pulled into a claw clip with no girlfriend to entertain her she decided to distract herself by starting dinner. She decided a chicken and potato meal with tender-stem broccoli would suffice as she knew on days like this her girlfriend was unlikely to be able to answer her text asking what she wanted.

She put it in, and as she sat down on the couch with her glass of wine the door unlocked, Thao arriving home early. Mimi stood up, animals following suit as she walked to the door with her glass where Thao was kick her shoes off to swap into house shoes. “You’re home early!” Mimi greeted gleefully.

“Yeah, they didn’t need me.” She held her arm out and Mimi swanned in to hug her like they did everyday.

“You have a package. Dinner won’t be ready for a while, I just put it on.” The younger girl update and Thao perked up at the mention of the package, moving through to the living room.

“S’okay, it’s early anyway. What the hell did I order?” She chuckled at her own forgetfulness, staring down at the box before lighting up. “Your shelf.” She turned to the brunette poking her lightly.

“My shelf?” Mimi repeat. The two had only moved in recently, and there were few odd pieces that their home was lacking.

“Yeah. For your stuff, we didn’t have enough space remember?” She reminded and Mimi nodded, although she was pretty sure Thao was referring to a conversation that never happened, perhaps she’d dreamt it.

“Well thank you.” Mimi watched, still confused as Thao pulled one of her keys from her pocket and sliced down the middle of the box through the tape, ripping it open.

“I’m gonna shower and stuff and then I’ll build it.” She pulled her phone out her pocket, beginning to check her messages as she walked out the room.

Fast forward an hour or so, and Mimi was sat with her legs curled beneath her on the couch, watching Thao build her shelf. Dixie sat right beneath the brunette on the floor, curiously watching her owner whilst enjoying the warm presence of her new-ish residence sharer. Mimi continued to sip at the wine, and quite honestly she had no idea what was on the TV, having far more interest in watching her girlfriend build for her. Thao pushed her sleeves up her arms in concentration, much to Mimi’s delight as she lugged around white planks of wood, setting them in the correct order to build in along the floor. They didn’t really speak, as Mimi had decided it was much better to let her concentrate.

“The fuck?” She frowned quietly at the manual, glancing between the paper in her hand and the planks on the floor.

“Wh’sa matter?” Mimi tilt her head to the side, highly attentive.

“If there’s a plank missing I swear to fucking god I’m gonna shoot myse—oh I’m sitting on it.” Thao shuffled, pulling it from beneath her. Mimi giggled, and Thao no more than glanced up at her fully concentrated on her building mission (And also not quite grasping how funny she was without trying.) Mimi cleared her throat, mentally scolding herself when she noticed the curly tendril around her finger she’d been twirling. Dixie turned and looked at her comically and Mimi sent her a look back, pursing her lips together and telling herself to get it together.

Mimi finished her second glass of wine, forgetting her height, weight, and of course how much of a lightweight she was — she stood up and felt the tipsiness hit her head on making her wobble on her legs and giggle. Dixie stood up to follow her, and Mimi giggled more at the thought that Dixie was going to follow her to make sure she was okay. Thao was tightening the screws on each shelf, and as much as Mimi wanted to stay and watch that she had to get the dinner out the oven. Humming to herself, she told herself to be extra careful — not wanting to ruin the mood by burning herself and having Thao tend to her wound.

She prepared the meals and brought the food to Thao, seating herself to eat also. She expected to her girlfriend to sit on the floor where she’d been sat building the shelf, but she picked up her plate and came and sat right next to Mimi, their knees touching making Mimi grin. “Hi.” She smiled and Thao greet her back silently by touching her back in a lazy side hug before stealing the TV controls from her other side.

After they ate together, Thao helped Mimi clean up in the kitchen. The food had rid of Mimi’s tipsiness, simmering it down into a warm, sleepy affectionate buzz. Thao stood, drying a plate singing a song that had been stuck in her head since she’d heard it on the radio earlier in the day. Mimi placed a plate back into the cupboard before turning slowly and staring at her. She was only wearing a band t-shirt and shorts but to Mimi she was the coolest and best looking person around. She smiled to herself before calling her name. Thao turned to her and handed her the plate.

“No, c’mere.” Mimi smiled shyly, suddenly much more interested in her hands. She turned around and placed the plate in the cupboard, and when she turned back Thao was closer, waiting for Mimi to tell her what she wanted. Mimi giggled again and Thao leant her hands either side of Mimi on the counter.

“What?” She chuckled, waiting for her girlfriend to say something ridiculous like she so often did.

“Nothing just…” She sighed and wrapped her arms around her. Thao wondered if she had been sad or something and wrapped her arms around her, slightly curious to the affection outburst.

“What’s wrong?” She squeezed the brunette.

“Nothings wrong I just … I know I love you but also I… have a crush on you.” She admit, and giggled at how funny it sounded, her voice muffled into Thao.

“Oh. Well. I’d hope so.” Thao sarked and Mimi rolled her eyes, shaking her lightly. She pulled back but kept a fistful of Thao’s t-shirt, trying to squeeze affection out of her. “Are you holding me hostage?” She deadpanned and Mimi sighed.

“No. Ugh. I just… I like you.” Mimi frustratedly told her girlfriend. Thao tilt her head, expression softening ever so slightly — a mixture of amusement, confusion and slight concern.

“Mimi. I like you too. Is that…what you needed?” She chuckled, confused at where the sudden frustration came from. Mimi sulked, flapping her hands by her side and shrugging petulantly.

“Well. You can love someone and not like them. So. M’just checking. Whatever.” Her bottom lip curled out puffily. Thao resisted the urge to roll her eyes (Good naturedly of course, but she knew it would be taken the wrong way.) and placed both hands on Mimi’s shoulders, shaking her back and fourth.

“Stop it, lady.” She joked before stabilising the shorter brunette by placing both hands below her cheeks on her jaw. “Luckily for you I love you and I like you and I wanna be with you and I wanna kiss you and bite you and eventually marry you. Sooooo.” She pinched the girls cheeks and her eyes lit up, grinning at the mention of marriage. Thao squint jokingly. “Eventually.”

Mimi giggled and pulled her down for a kiss before wrapping her arms around her neck again, squeezing her once more.

[stansethandpaul]

Jealousy Jealousy (rewrite)

Angst -> Fluff: Embry Call x GN!reader

Summary: Embry gives y/n a slap in the face about reality after they constantly sulk about Bella.

A/N: I'm much more content with this one and I actually might end up deleting the other one, sorry about that. I actually took a lot more time editing this and didn't write this when I was burnt out compared to the other one! I'm just overall way happier with the other one because I knew that the other one wasn't my true capability.

warnings: angst (that's all I could really think of tell me if you see anything else!)

Masterlist

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

Constant notifications vibrated Jacob's phone as we sat on his couch together watching the movie on the screen. I shot him a look of annoyance, signaling him to check his phone which he did swiftly. His eyes shot open in surprise before he shot up from the couch and throwing on a shirt and shoes, hopping out the door as he attempted to put the last shoe on.

"Sorry y/n! Bella just told me she was free, you know what it's been like for her!" He hastily shouted out before sprinting down the gravel driveway.

"Bye!" I shouted back, trying to hide my disappointment.

I grimaced at the situation. On one hand, I knew how the sudden disappearance of the Cullens devastated her, especially Edward's sudden abandonment but this happened way too many times. But on the other, Jacob was like her puppy dog now, it was like I wasn't even his friend anymore, it was like our friendship meant nothing.

Knowing that Jacob wouldn't be back anytime soon, I got my stuff and locked the door behind me before driving over to Emily's place to surround myself in the livelier company.

"Sup y/n! Missed me didn't ya!" Jared boomed as I opened the door to which I replied with a "you wish". I chuckled at his dramatic pain as he pretended to hold his heart, eyes shut and face contorting.

"Know where Embry is?" Questioning the dramatic boy as I peered around the room to see if I could find any trace of the lanky boy, no luck.

"Finding your loverboy huh? With the deepest of regrets, I must inform you that he was put on patrol today." He said, mocking my curiosity over Embry's whereabouts. I stuck my tongue out at him to tease him before flipping him off and leaving to the porch to await Embry.

"Knock it off Paul, it's not what you think"

"yeah sure, and if it wasn't what I HEARD THROUGH THE MINDLINK then I don't know what else it could have been"

Their voices permeated through the thick fog as their silhouettes came into view, Paul's muscly tall physique was seen locking an arm around Embry's tall lanky but lean body.

"Aw buzz off Paul," Embry said as he struggled to get Paul's arm off of his neck. He laughed at his struggle before letting go as he noticed me, shooting Embry a smirk to which a slight blush came onto his face, only noticeable as they got closer. Odd.

"Sup Paul," I smirked at him before turning my attention over to Embry.

"And hello to you too wolf boy," teasing him to which he shot a glare at me before attempting to stifle his laughs.

Paul said a prompt bye before jogging into the house to fill up his appetite whilst Embry sat down next to me, his body warmth radiating. The cold air nipped at my skin, pushing me to get closer to the much warmer boy as I swung my legs into his lap and resting my head on his shoulder.

"Jacob left again?"

A sigh left my mouth at his obvious question.

Closing my eyes promptly, I answered with a short nod. A response that showed my true feelings after all these times of being blown off by Jacob.

We sat in silence, my eyes closed as I felt his shoulders move up and down in a rhythmic motion, lulling me to sleep almost. The deafening quiet seemed to almost suffocate us before I decided to talk.

"I don't know what to do anymore Embry, I'm always there for him when he needs me but, he runs to her at the drop of a hat or more like a single text message," I grumbled, reminiscing about the times Jacob's left me in the dust for Bella, excuses sprouting up.

"Why does everyone in this town seem to be so infatuated with her," expecting no response I kept going.

"Is it because she's Charlie's daughter? Hell if I was his child Jacob would be all over me too right? I'd be the hot topic of town too, people staring at me wherever I go, being suddenly accepted by the Cullen family and Jacob. I'd really have the best of both worlds wouldn't I?" Scowling at my own questions, I turned to Embry for answers.

"Am I not right?"

Silence.

"Helloooooooo, Earth to Embry?" I said, poking his cheeks with my finger. His brows seemed to be furrowed together, eyes lost in thought, his attention elsewhere.

There seemed to be no response from him to which I huffed and turned back to stare at the fog rolling in.

Closing my eyes to embrace the serenity once more, his lulling voice startled me.

“I don’t think it’s true.”

I turned my head towards him, curiosity piqued by his response.

“Let’s be real Embry, I’d have the best time of my life if I was Bella fucking Swan. Every guy would love me, all the attention would be on me and I wouldn’t be a second option again. Hell, I’d even be able to actually confess to my crush without fearing rejection.” Bitterness laced the last sentence as I satirically spoke my mind. Looking at Embry’s hands and wishing they were embracing mine, the sudden gesture of his fist clenching as his knuckles turned white shocked me, he was mad.

“God y/n, why the hell do you always need to compare yourself to Bella? She hasn’t even done anything to you. It’s always Bella this Bella that if I was her blah blah blah. Get over yourself, you’re not her and you won’t ever be. Learn how to appreciate yourself and live YOUR life and stop moping around. So what Jacob runs to Bella each time, you have Jared, Emily, Paul, and everyone else.”

A long silence suspended in the air.

“You have me and you come running, you never see the other people around you cause you’re too busy complaining. You can’t even see how much I love you cause you’re so stuck up about being Bella and being Jacob’s priority aren’t you?” Finishing his sentence, he proceeded to get up before walking away. Stopping before reaching the woods, his back faced to me, he spoke simply.

“Find me when you can learn to be y/n and not Bella.”

His form morphed before running into the woods on all fours, leaving me stunned. After a brief moment, tears flooded my eyes. I never got to tell him that I do like him, I never got to tell him that I just want his attention, I just wanted him.

Thoughts spiraled in my head, I was jealous of Bella for sure but I was jealous because of the attention she was given. I just wanted Embry to treat me like she was treated, I wanted to be special to him.

I ran home, I ran because I was scared. I was scared I wouldn't be able to look at him properly.

Weeks passed as we ceased to talk, and I ceased to exist in the small town of Forks. Or so I thought.

I groaned as heavy knocks assaulted my front door, I picked up the phone looking at the time. Who the hell shows up at someone's house at 4am?

Throwing on a sweater and sweats, I dragged myself to the front door, the cold hardwood floor seemingly repelling me from ever making any progress. I swung the door open, grumbling as my eyes were half open wondering who it was.

Jacob Black.

Mentally sighing, I invited him inside from the pouring rain, he seemed devastated.

He sat down after he changed as I made him some hot chocolate to comfort him.

"She chose him y/n, he came back and she chose him over me. She drove to Italy for that stupid bloodsucker." His cracking voice was more than enough for me to grasp his frustration and devastation.

"I dropped everything for her, I did everything for her y/n. And she still chose the guy that skipped town huh?" Laughing bitterly at the situation, I stared at his cup before handing it to him.

"Maybe if I was better than Edward I would've won this stupid fucking battle," his words escaping his clenched teeth. He was like me, we were jealous of someone, someone that seemed to win everything, someone that we were not. The words spoken to me by Embry were words I carried with me even as I was moping over the whole situation.

"Stop comparing yourself to him, Jacob. You're not Edward and you won't ever be him. You're so insistent on being better than Edward or being Edward that you can't even see what's in front of you. I was always here for you Jake, I was always here but you treated me like I was a second option. You left me in a heartbeat for her but you never had time to spend with me, not even five minutes, when you were with her," I too chuckled bitterly at the ironic situation, me and Jacob were similar in many ways.

"Learn to live your life, don't live it for her or because of her, learn how to live it like you want." Those words seemed to resonate deep within both of us. After finally speaking those words, I realized that I was ready to live my life as y/n, a citizen of the small city of Forks, and not vying to be Bella, the new girl to forks.

I stood up, putting on shoes hastily before grabbing the handle. I could sense Jacob's attempt to stop me and apologize for his treatment but I knew better.

"It's ok, I know you're gonna apologize. I'm not going to accept, I want the Jake that will care and treat everyone with the same importance that you had for Bella. Come to me when you're ready, but until then I hope you grow and learn how to live your life."

I paused again, one foot out of the door.

"I have someone important to apologize to, someone that didn't leave me in the blink of an eye."

I hurriedly shut the door behind me before running to the woods, my lungs burning and legs aching as I forced myself to my limit. I ran and ran, visions of the houses slowly turned to trees, the crunching leaves under my feet reminded me of the days we would all run through the woods.

My breathing became labored as I was reaching my breaking point but it was close, our place was close. Then, in my distant vision, I could see it. That one pine tree, seemingly normal to many, but to me, it held our memories. The initials only reassured my assumption as I knew that he would be here waiting. As I got closer to the tree, my legs gave out under me, sending me tumbling to the ground whilst tree branches scratched my arms and ripped a hole in my pants.

"EMBRY! EMBRY I'M HERE PLEASE!" I shouted into the dark forest, eyes tearing up once more as I pleaded.

"I LOVE YOU EMBRY CALL AND I'M SORRY I WAS TOO BLIND TO REALIZE IT!" I shouted once more before crumpling closer to the ground, my tears now fully flowing and hitting the dead leaves below.

Maybe I took too long, maybe he moved on, maybe I was too jealous of someone to even realize his love.

As sobs continued throughout my body, the hope of him ever coming was diminishing.

I was too late.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong but warm arms wrap around my waist and pulling me up.

"Shhh, it's ok I'm here now."

That voice, I looked up to see Embry's face which held a dorky grin. I threw my arms around him as sobs still left my body, the emotional rollercoaster was far too much for me to handle.

"I-i'm s-s-so sorry Embry, I was too focused on trying to be Bella that I-"

"I know, I know, I heard it all," shushing me as he rubbed circles on my back consoling me. After what felt like hours in his embrace, I finally calmed down and only tear stains remained.

I finally lifted my head to meet his eyes properly this time, he stared back with tender eyes.

"You finally learned how to live for you huh?" He asked, not expecting an answer to which I was oblivious.

Before I could respond, he pressed his lips to mine. I didn't try and fight it and melted into it instead.

I was blind to be jealous of Bella when I already had something that she fought to keep.

Smiling mentally, I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

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[kkulmoon]

BEST OF 2021: post your most favourite or most popular posts from each month this year 

 Sending all the smooches to the loveliest people who tagged me, thank you lovelies 😘: @rumue  @kithtaehyung  @rainycle  @hobeah  @jeonjcngkook  @jimimn  @kimtaehyunq  @loverjimin  @suga-ssi  @jung-koook 💗 (i think that’s everyone 👀)

 My engagement and output on Tumblr has gone through its ups and downs this year with life happening here and there, but nonetheless I have enjoyed my time on here this year 🥺. I got closer with friends I had made last year, I got new friends, got to try out new things on the giffing front, and got to see so many amazing creations ✨! So truthfully, I am very grateful for everyone that engages in the community in whichever way they want which is why I am still here. Also thank you to anyone who has supported my content, I have had times where I was anxious of posting again after a break, but it has always been a welcoming space once I got back 🥰 I definitely didn’t post as much as I wanted to this year (though there’s a bunch of gifs I made that I never posted 😩) but I am happy with what I did do, something is better than nothing 🥺 

 ☁️ JANUARY most popular: Namjoon on VLive Being Tricked with the “close eye and poke cheek” ‘dare’ | 3.5k  favourites: Namjoon Season Greetings 2021 Looks Comp , Namjoon on VLive updating us on the status of his snow duck maker   ↪ okay in hindsight I actually like the colouring for the sg 2021 comp, I definitely think I popped off (dare I say top 3 of my colourings this year 👀), I’m gonna need to find my psd for those gifs. Joon telling us that he broke the snow duck maker is just suck a joon thing to do, so I find that moment very wholesome. 

 ☁️ FEBRUARY most popular: Hobi Birthday comp | 3.5 k ↪ to this day I have no idea what I was trying to do with this bday comp, but I’m not too mad at the result hehe favourites: Black Swan Performance on James Corden, Namjoon Comp Run BTS Episode 128, Hoseok Bday Week Event: 94 line friendship  ↪ first off just looking at all these sets you will see how I don’t have one set colouring. But to this DAY I am VERY PROUD of what I managed to do with my colouring on for the black swan set, I can spend hours on colouring, which I did with this set, like 2,5 hours but the result was soooo worth it. The Joon run bts set didn’t only include funny moments, but I got many compliments on that colouring so I hold it dear to my heart. The 94 liner comp was one of the comps I enjoyed making the most this year, idk, Hobi and Joon’s friendship is just so wholesome like that. 

☁️ MARS most popular & favourite: Yoongi Birthday Comp  | 4.4 k ↪ Sooooo I literally posted two gifsets this month 🥴, and just like most of my bday comps I made it the day I was gonna post cause I like living on edge like that T^T, but I really liked the outcome, I let myself write whatever I wanted as captions for the gifs and used the word insanity too much, but what can I say?? IT’S YOONGI AFTER ALL 

 ☁️ APRIL most popular & favourite: : Film out mv set | 1.6 k ↪ once again I posted 2 gif sets this month lol, but this one is another top 3 of my colouring this year. I shamelessly admire this set, cause I think I did a great job with the colours ^^ 

 ☁️ MAY most popular: Butter MV Elevator Dance Break | 8.1 k favourites: Namjoon x Rolling Stone , Namjoon at Butter Press Release , Seokjin Focus Butter Perf on Stephen Colbert ↪ For the rolling stone one I remember really enjoying the colouring process and the outcome, though it was a bit random tbh. The butter release gifs has the best quality gifs I’ve made this year, not in terms of colouring and stuff just sharpness and smoothness of the gifs, and I am GUTTED I did not save the psds. For the Jin gifs I just really loved his energy during this performance and enjoyed giffing it, plus Jin in a suit is always a sight 😍

☁️ JUNE most popular: BTS Intro Ment at Sowoozoo 2021 (day 1) | 4.4 k favourites: BTS anniversary set , Namgi moment on run bts  , Namjoon being a certified hottie at sowoozoo 2021 ↪ the bangtan anniversary set was one of my experiments this year and I’m really happy with how it turned out, it took me a whileeee to make it but I managed (thank u jay for the mental support <3). Uhmmm the Namgi is a favourite because it’s a Namgi moment, and that is that! do I need to say more? I was, like everyone else, going through it when joon had yellow hair and the red top on, I am happy I still decided to make my own gifs after seeing all the other ones online, it was a worthwhile experience 😋 

 ☁️ JULY most popular: Jin twitter video ( I forgot for what 😅) | 1.6 k favourites: Namjoon focus army playlist  ↪ I just really loved the fit for the video and the color scheme for his portion of the video along with the props, just Namjoon being pretty basically, so of course it’s a favourite

 ☁️ AUGUST most popular: things you didn’t know about namjoon for billboard | 3.4 k favourites (okay there’s a few 😅): Namgi moments vanity fair interview , Namjoon wearing turtlenecks comp , Namjoon sowoozoo day 2 comp , Namjoon vs mint chocolate  ↪ again with the crumbs I collect, anything namgi is directly a favourite <3, I have a strong love for turtlenecks so this comp was overdue just the whole process of making it was soooo fun and exciting I’m happy with the results. The sowoozoo set was my first trial with a new colouring for a while, where I was leaning into the reds and I liked the result more that I had expected and I still do so I guess it’s a success then. I am a big fan of mincho and having Joon hate it meant I had to compile all of his mincho slander, what can I say no man is flawless after all 🤷🏾‍♀️ 

 ☁️ SEPTEMBER most popular: Namjoon’s love of small things comp | 2.3k favourites: Namjoon bwl body roll comp , Namjoon birthday set  ↪ Bwl body roll was one of the comps I had wanted to make for sometime, but finding good footage I could actually use was a hassle, but I am glad I went through with and now I cherish the comp. What I actually posted for Joon’s bday was very unplanned, I had started on a gfx which I wasn’t happy with, so I decided to whip up something with colours based on this infinity stone inspired set I had made last year, so I played a bit with fonts and colours and I am quite happy with the outcome ^^ 

 ☁️ OCTOBER

Ya girl was MIA, head deep into thick textbooks 😭 

 ☁️ NOVEMBER Still MIA, but anon did make me post one gifset most popular: Hoseok x Dionysus Gayo Daechukje 2019 | 996  ↪ it was fun to gif performance gifs after a bit of time but god the lightning was annoying 

 ☁️ DECEMBER Also MIA, but back for the last 6 days of the year 😂 most popular: Namjoon vogue korea behind | 1.8k favourite: the popular above, Hoseok at PTD on stage  ↪ For the vogue korea gifs I spent some time trying to get rid of the yellow light and I DID IT!!! and the way the skintone turned out is just to my liking so I’m very happy with the set even though it’s a bit inconsistent. I just love that part of the concert like Hobi’s energy is just top notch which made me feel like a bad b giffing him so 💆🏾‍♀️

tagging a lovely bunch 🌸 (if you already did this sorry 😅) : @honsool  @inkedtae  @supertunajin @jung-koook  @joenns  @taee  @jaebam @yoongi-bts  @eternal-bangtan / @bangtanger @chaylani  @yoongikook  @jihopes @hobibestboy  @namjoonia  @dee-ehn  @yoon2k  @kimnjss  @vjimin  @sugajimin  @gwkie @gukgi  @lyseries  @junghosoks  @taeyungie @jmin  @jimint  @jsuga  @tanyoorine  @namgination @hopekidoki

#okay i finally got around to this!!!! #this corny header was an excuse to gif my bias line <3333 #niki hun your explanation was great i am just lazy 💀😭 #so i genuinely didn't gif that much this year rip 😭 but damn did i hit that rb button #tag games #end of the year review

[descendantofthesparrow]

Commission work - Harry Hook x reader - Swann snapped - oneshot

Commissioned by @thebookbakery

-The other one would take place after D3 where everyone is out together. Y/N is the daughter of Elizabeth Swan and Will Turner, but she dresses like the princesses and spends more time with her mother than her father. She’s the only Auradon girl not scared of Harry, so he keeps messing with her (he doesn’t know who her parents are) so when she snaps and he finds out who her dad is, he is kinda shocked and his little crush on her spikes up-

*D3 has most if not all the vks graduated from Auradon prep (mostly talking bout the older vks, like Mal, Evie, Jay. So those who are the same age will not be at Auradon prep but Auradon college.  (Harry, (y/n), Emma *not canon character, Jackie *not canon character, n other characters like that)

=

You let out a heavy sigh as you set your bag on the cafe table next to Emma and Jackie, pulling your skirt forward as you sat down. “hey Turner” Jackie mumbled, shoving several fries into their mouth, their black lined eyes staring at you as you let out a heavy sigh and leaned into your hand “uh oh, is it-“

You pursed your lips as you glanced at them. “-Hook” you muttered,  moving your fingers and covering your eyes as you sighed again “he just-won’t leave me alone.” Harry Hook, the son of captain Hook himself, had decided you were the object of his “affections” aka bothering the hell out of you until you snapped.

Luckily you had kept your composure and took his usual teasing in stride, and didn’t let him get any satisfaction from it. But it didn’t stop him from continuing to bug you; stealing your things, picking food off your plate, poking you incessantly when he sat next to you in your few shared classes, heckling you, holding up your important school books over his head; and many other things that ticked you off.

Emma hummed in sympathy, picking at her carrots. Harry was a loner at Auradon Uni, didn’t talk to anyone unless he needed to, kept to himself, left almost everyone alone; everyone except you, and no one could really see why.

Except for Harry himself, and it was because you weren’t scared of him. or at least the only one who didn’t give him a wary side-eye when he walked past you; and he latched onto that, happy that there was at least one person he could bug without them afraid of him ‘hooking’ them at any moment’s notice.

Harry was a very…people needing person, he always liked having someone with him; even if they didn’t particularly like him. Even on the isle he had someone, either his sisters or Uma, or even Jay.

And now he had you, and while you swore up and down that he hated you, it was actually quite the opposite.

He was just a fucking dumbass who had a crush and had no idea how to show his feelings properly, so he acted like a 5-year-old who liked their classmate. Teasing, being mean, stealing their things; just in general being stupid.

Anyway, back to the story with our (y/n); you sighed and rested your head in your hands “I know he’s an isle kid who grew up knowing nothing but evil, but does he have to be that annoying?” Jackie shrugged, standing and walking over to the counter to get your (preferred drink from a café) and setting it in front of you.

“if I didn’t know any better” Emma chuckled, waving her fork in your face “I’d say he has a crush on you” you rolled your eyes, pushing away her fork.

“cha right; we’re twenty, not five, if he liked me that way, he wouldn't be such a jackass” Jackie and Emma burst into laughter at that, and you smirked in response, sipping at your drink. You sighed as you looked down at your watch, standing from the table and collecting your things “I have to get to practice guys, sorry” the two waved you off.

“oh you’re fine, we know how it is; go kick their butts~” Emma cheered you on, Jackie waving you goodbye erratically as you turned and walked away, your skirt flaring around you as you did.

-

Harry walked around the town just outside of campus, bag on his shoulder and hands in his pockets; bored out of his mind.

He didn’t even know why he accepted Ben’s offer of college, but apparently, it was something most vks had to do if they were out of high school age; something about getting basic education for Auradon.

The only thing that made this entire thing bearable was the visits from Uma, Gil, and his sisters. And the current person of his ‘affections’; (dunno if harshly teasing someone is affection boi) (y/n) Swann.

From day one he had been infatuated with her, from her calm demeanor to her rather spitfire backtalk when he decided to bug her. He didn’t exactly know why he had been so drawn to her but he wasn’t one to question himself or his feelings; letting himself be pulled into her energy and just be emersed.

His ‘friends’ in his classes always told him to be careful around her though; they never properly responded when he asked why. Only that she wasn’t a person to mess with like he was. ‘you’ll find out’ Jacob laughed one time after Harry bugged him about it.

What Harry didn’t know was that he was going to find out today when he went to go try out for the Auradon city R.O.A.R team. He had been getting restless and all of his friends, including Uma, had suggested joining the official team to get his energy out.

-

Now he sat in the amphitheater, getting changed into his tryout clothes and slipping on the parkour sneakers the team provided for newcomers. He grabbed the helmet and sword, walking over to his dormmates who were already part of the team. “Hey Hook,” Kevin said, holding his fist up. Harry didn’t notice a female form twitch at the greeting and look over at him through the mask, her body tensing as she did. Harry gave Kevin his fist bump and fixed his grip on the helmet. “you ready for today?” “Aye,” Harry nodded, setting down his sword and pulling on the fencing gloves “who do I gotta impress ta get on tha team?” Kevin pointed over at the female form who had tensed up earlier, her back towards Harry as she talked to a set of twins.

“the captain, she has high standards. so no half-assing this Hook, she is very skilled; the best I’ve ever seen actually.” Kevin crossed his arms and gave Harry a serious look “don’t fuck around and find out what happens on the other end of the blade.” Harry just nodded silently, Kevin was an all-around easy-going guy with a wild sense of humor, if he acted like this then Harry would listen to his warnings.

“Think (y/n) would be impressed if I defeated tha’ captain?” Harry asked, his ears flushing at the thought of (y/n) looking at him with anything other than annoyance. Kevin just facepalmed as the captain's fist cracked. “wha?”

“Nothing” Kevin sighed ‘this idiot is going to die’ he thought as everyone got into position to duel, the captain standing right in front of Harry; staring him down behind her mask. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine, and he felt like he had fucked up without even knowing it (oh boi you got no idea how much you did)

Soon the match started, the many new trainees being out within moments being against professional swordsmen, though there was a handful that showed promise; still standing even a few minutes into the battle.

Though Harry had seemed to catch the attention of the captain, her body moving about him, swords clashing with a piercing ring. Harry was keeping up through, parrying her strikes with strained ease.

The captain then got serious, spinning around and striking Harry with full force against his sword. Harry stumbled back, blocking the best he could as the captain battered him with quick attacks that were difficult to keep up with.

The other members of the team stopped to watch as Harry and the captain danced around each other, metal ringing against metal. But soon; Harry was easily outmatched and his sword flew from his grip, the blade of the captain pushing him to the floor and resting at his neck.

Harry stared up at her through his helmet, his eyes wide and mouth gaping open. He could feel the captain glaring down at him, she turned on her heel and walked towards the others. Kevin helped Harry up, brushing off his shoulders “told ya man” Kevin laughed, holding Harry’s sword as he took off his helmet “don’t fuck around and find out, and you did anyway” Harry pouted at his friend, who just laughed.

“This is why i don’t fuck with Turner” Shawn muttered, resting his arm on Harry’s shoulder. Harry looked at him with wide eyes Turner? As in like-Will Turner?

“Tur-ner?” Harry’s voice drifted out as he looked back at the captain, jaw-dropping again as (y/n)’s steeled (e/c) eyes locked with his, her nose crinkled in a glare…fuck he had pissed off his crush. “um-she?”

“(y/n) Swann-Turner, daughter of Will and Elizabeth Turner….you didn’t know? Thought that’s why you were crushing on her” Kevin laughed, picking earwax with his pinkie as Harry stared flushed at (y/n), who turned on her heel and walked out of the main room to the locker room.

“i-she…me” Harry stuttered, stumbling a bit as Kevin smacked his back.

“yep, Ms. Swann is THE Ms. Swann…you gonna back off the teasing now?” Kevin asked, quirking his brow at Harry. Who just grinned at him “imma take that as a no”

-

You huffed to yourself as you stuffed your bag into your locker, about a good month after you kicked Harry’s ass in the tryouts, he had…upped his game; was the simplest way to put it.

Though thankfully he had backed off the ‘mean’ teasing. Your things weren't going missing anymore, he left little snacks near you, carried your bag between shared classes, little shy smiles when you glanced at him. He had…changed, to say the least.

And he was fucking annoying his way into your heart, and you…couldn’t say you hated it. You always thought he was cute, but his damn behavior ticked you off enough to turn that attraction away, but now that he had backed off and was being nice? Your brain went ‘oh pretty pirate boy!’ and you told it to shut up every time you saw that mess of black hair and shining blue eyes.

“ Hello~” you glared and shut your locker, curling your lip as Aaron, son of a lost boy (you didn’t know which one, maybe the fox one?) leaned into your space with a flirtatious look “so Swann, you-me? The tourney game this weekend? And then maybe~?” he purred as he reached for your thigh, yelping as someone grabbed his neck and pulled him back.

“I know the lass can handle ‘erself but it ain't right ta treat a lady like tha’ Aaron” Harry snarled, to your surprise; he had ripped Aaron away from you and thrown him to the floor “Apologize, and I won't chop off yer pathetic excuse fer a dick” you stared at Harry in slight shock, you…hadn’t expected him to do that.

Aaron glared up at Harry but the pirate just picked him up by his collar and shook him in front of you “Apologize!” Aaron stuttered out an apology, his face paling in fear at Harry’s flashing red eyes “good, now leave ‘er alone” he dropped Aaron to his feet and the lost boy ran the other way. Harry took a deep breath and turned to look at you, his shoulders lifting a bit in sheepishness. “uh-hope tha’ didn’ offend yeh Swann?”

You just stared at him, watching as Harry started to squirm a bit under your gaze. “Hook” you started, Harry freezing in response, his eyes wide in fear/nervousness “you just earned yourself another chance with me” Harry blinked in surprise, then he grinned.

“like…a date? Kinda chance?” he asked, twiddling with his fingers as you smirked, turned to your locker, opened it, and got out a sticky note. You quickly wrote down your number and pressed the note to his chest.

“call me, and make it good” you winked and locked your locket, turning on your heel, your skirt flaring with you as you walked off, biting your lip as you heard Harry celebrate to himself behind you.

“YES!”

You laughed a bit and shook your head, fixing one of your dangling earrings and walking off to your next class. Let’s see what Harry has in store for this possible relationship eh?

-end-

(I dunno if lockers exist in college just go with it)

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt.13

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Warnings: none

Words: 2597

Summary: You take it upon yourself to go find Bella.

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Even when you managed to fall asleep, you were plagued by nightmares of Bella. Bloodless faces of newborns tear your pack limb from limb. All felt lost.

The following morning you awoke with dread in your chest that weighed you down into your mattress. Tomorrow was the day. So many lives were on the line and you were now allowing it to sink into you. If you all failed. . . The people of Forks and La Push would be in imminent danger and there would be no one to protect them. It would be a free for all for the newborn army, hungry after a battle.

Your parents and your friends could all be dead by the end of tomorrow. Now your side had lost the element of surprise by having Bella’s scent. Everyone was waiting for a surprise attack from Victoria.

“(Y/n)? Are you still in bed?” Your mom tentatively knocks on your door. Normally if they know you’ve been out on patrol, your parents will allow you to sleep in. Lately they could sense your anxiety and checked in on you frequently.

You roll yourself up, rubbing the heel of your palm against your eyes. Only able to get about three hours worth of sleep, you were not prepared to go out into the world. “Yes. But I’ve been awake for a while.”

The door opens and your mom’s concerned face pokes in. “Breakfast is ready. Why don’t you come out and eat with us.”

Nodding you start to slip out of bed, eyes still closed and struggling to flutter open. Once you finally do manage to wake up a bit and head toward your bedroom door, your mom gently stops you; putting her left hand against your cheek where the scab had been long gone. Now there was a dark scar that plagued your complexion.

So easy was it to read how your mom was feeling. Her eyes had always been so expressive. Now you read the deep worry that plagued her thoughts when she looked upon your face. Knowing that it was your fault made your chest throb uncomfortably. “Why don’t you call Sam and tell him to let you have the day off. You can use the rest.”

You would love nothing more than to do just that. But you couldn’t. Not now. Your pack needed everyone in attendance. “I can’t, ma.” She presses her lips together yet yields and bows her head lightly. “(Y/n), you don’t have to do this. You know that right? No matter what everyone else says, it’s your choice. Don’t put yourself in danger because you think you have to.”

A little laugh escapes you. “Ma. . . Thanks for saying that, but I don’t really have a choice. Not really. What else would I do with this gift?” Gift, you called it. But it felt more like a curse. It’s made you do things that you would have never done had you been just a normal human. Originally you had thought turning into a wolf was the coolest thing in the world. Come to learn that there was so many strings attached to it. Now it was ruining your life.

Closing her eyes, your mom gathers you into her arms. “I want you to be happy and safe, (y/n).”

If she only knew the extent of your duties. Lately you had neither been happy nor safe. Tomorrow you might not even be alive.

Negative thoughts swirled in your head like a snow globe. Knowing that you could die very soon made you cling to your mother in comfort. At least you were safe in her arms for a few moments.

You finished your breakfast just in time to catch the ring of your front door. Your dad had already been getting up to clear the table, but at the announcement of a guest he puts down the plates and hurries over.

“Afternoon Mr. (l/n).” Embry’s voice rang clear and it makes you rise and stride over to where your father stood.

“Hello Embry.” Managing an awkward smile, your dad glances at you for a moment. “That time, huh?”

“I didn’t get a call from Sam or anyone else in the pack.”

“They’re all out at the Cullen border.” Embry quietly informs you, unsure of how much to share while your dad was present. “Charlie is with them.”

You were great up that you at least had been giv en enough time to finish your.breakfast before throwing yourself back into the dangerous world of vampires and wolves. Giving your dad a brief side hug and saying goodbye to your mom, you head out with Embry.

No words had been spoken between the two of you since Edward’s phone call yesterday. Even passing the crest of the forest that lined your home, Embry remained quiet.

And when he did speak, it wasn’t about the hurt he had felt seeing you so enamored by Edward’s voice. “Charlie showed up at Billy’s a little while ago. He insists that he has a hand in the plan to save his daughter.”

“He definitely can’t join the actual fighting. The best thing he could do for us is make sure no human is around this area tomorrow.” Quietly musing, you hop over a large tree root that you used to make forts in. If you were missing, your parents always searched there first.

Embry nods. “Yeah, that’s what Sam said. But that doesn’t mean he can’t know about the plan. He just can’t participate physically.”

“So why are they at the Cullen border?”

“Best to have everyone present. Especially now since Charlie is involved. The Cullens can better explain the history leading up to Bella’s kidnapping. They have much to explain about all of Bella’s previous injuries.” When you found yourselves into the heart of the forest, both of you turn around and start to strip before changing into your wolf skin.

Once inside of your wolf, you hear the voices of your other pack members. The louder their voices grew in your head, the closer you grew to your destination. Even before then you smelled Edward’s scent. The one you try to retain each time. Vainly attempting to remember it while you went to sleep.

”Looks like (y/n) and Embry are finally here.” You heard Leah sneer.

Of course she couldn’t be nice for once. Not even when a startled Charlie accidentally bumps into her at the sight of you and Embry’s wolf forms. Recognition crosses his eyes when he takes a good look in your direction.

“You’re the one that saved me.” He acknowledges you.

Your tail sways cordially and you nod your head.

“That’s (y/n).” Carlisle smiles.

“And which one is Jacob?”

A deep russet wolf walks forward, meeting Charlie’s gaze. Cautiously, Charlie holds out his hand in front of him.

“That’s really you, Jake?”

Jacob bumps Charlie’s hand with his nose. ”Yeah, it’s me Charlie. I promise we’ll get Bella back.”

“He says that we’ll get Bella back.” Edward translates for everyone else who couldn’t hear what Jacob was thinking.

Charlie pats Jacob’s muzzle. “I know.”

You noticed how warm Charlie was toward Jacob, having his back turned to Edward and nearly treating him as if he weren’t there. Perhaps because the truth was out and Edward had failed to protect Bella from a supernatural foe that not even Charlie could deal with. He had entrusted his daughter to him. Charlie couldn’t fight this foe himself which must have frustrated the mortal man to no end.

Sympathy for Edward arose in your conscience. For such a powerful man, he looked helpless being ignored by Charlie. Bella’s kidnapping distressed him greatly; perhaps more than Charlie. For Edward did consider himself guilty. He wasn’t there to protect her. In fact, some may argue that he had brought all this danger to her because he was a vampire. If he had been normal, Bella would not have had to know this kind of world. A world where creatures drank blood to survive.

“Chief Swan.” Carlisle pulls his attention back to why they were all gathered. Human, wolf, and vampire alike. While the treaty rules were still up, at least all three of you could still manage to unite at least for Bella’s sake. Bella connected all three worlds to each other. “The confrontation with Victoria’s newborn army will be upon us tomorrow. Alice can still confirm that much. But Bella’s role in it has not been seen. We don’t know what Victoria plans for Bella.”

“Obviously nothing good.” If Jacob had his human face, you knew he’d have it scrunched up, like he thought Carlisle an idiot.

Thankfully Edward didn’t translate Jacob’s internal musing.

Charlie puts his hands in his pant pocket, perhaps out of a nervous fashion. “So you guys plan on fighting them while luring this Victoria away?”

“That was our original plan. We were going to use Bella’s scent to lure her in but now they might have the same idea.”

“Does she know about the wolves?”

“Yes. A while ago the wolves and Victoria crossed paths. But I don’t think she knows of us working together.” Carlisle admits.

Emmett, who had been unusually quiet, scoffed and narrowed his eyes at your side. “She probably thinks we’re enemies thanks to that big guy crashing into me.”

Paul snaps his jaws in Emmett’s direction. ”That leech was the one who got in my way!”

Sending Paul a silencing growl, Sam reprimands him. ”Stop acting like a child. Put aside your petty grievances.”

Having heard that prompted a small smile from Edward. Sam was giving him a little more respect since saving him.

“And Alice. . . ?” There was a tone of hopefulness in Charlie’s voice. Alice regretted shaking her head in reply.

“I can’t force my visions. They come at random. I’m sorry Charlie. . .” Alice bit her lip and darted her eyes away, unable to look at him anymore.

The man managed to maintain his calm composure although you did detect the reddening of his eyes. He didn’t let his emotions sway his actions. Something no one in your pack would be able to successfully achieve. Intense emotions sparked the wolf in you and made you do many things you would regret. The chances of saving Bella before the fight was unlikely.

Sam told the younger wolves (including yourself) to get some rest for tomorrow. He and the other seasoned pack members would be doing the patrol. How could anyone sleep with doom being held over your head? Nothing had comforted you in the conversation with Charlie. At least he would do his part in keeping any human away from the battlefield. That much he was able to do.

While Emily forced Seth to head home, you and your trio of boys go in the other direction where your homes waited. All four of you were quiet and contemplative. Quil, Jacob, and Embry hung out in the back. You noted that it had been a while since all three of them had been together. Ever since becoming part of Sam’s pack, there was a derisive split between them which saddened you. In your childhood, they had always been seen together like the Three Stooges. They were iconic among La Push. Now they were splintered.

Your parents were surprised that you were home so early, despite it only being fifteen after four in the afternoon. They were used to you coming home late at night or early in the morning.

“Is everything okay?” Your dad asks, double checking the hands on his watch. He must have just come home for work as he was now in his house slippers.

Looking at your dad, you force a small smile on your face to make his worried look disappear. “Yeah.” Once you’re safely inside of your bedroom, you sit on the floor and stare into space. Unconsciously your fingertips run along the scar on your face, your mind replaying the image of Xiomara’s contorted face and black eyes. You had been able to see your own terrified face staring back at you through her glossy eyes.

Thinking back on it always made your body begin to shake as you relive the horror. Seeing the dead body of the witch who was supposed to help you. The sounds that emitted from Xiomara’s twisted mouth as it morphed into a beak.

A cold sweat buds on your skin and you feel sick as you shut your eyes. But you could still see her. You were alive and she was dead, but Xiomara’s monstrous features never left you.

Bella came to mind suddenly.

She must be feeling the same terror. Believing that she was about to die at the hands of a hideous monster. Alone.

Like a reflex, you were on your feet and hand on the doorknob. Your heart raced. You couldn’t leave Bella like that. To wait and wonder all while suffering torment from the vampires. Feeling like a helpless child.

“Oh no.” You breathed, unable to remove your hand from the knob. “I’m about to do something stupid.” Hadn’t you learned from last night not to act hastily. But imagining Bella by herself killed you more than you thought it would. Shouldn’t you be taking this time to rejoice that they might kill her? Then you would have Edward all to yourself. You weren’t that kind of person, no matter how much you wanted not to care about her. “I’m about to do something stupid. . . I’m sorry Sam.”

**

Alice doubled over where she stood, her hands clamping down on either side of her head as she suppressed a cry. Jasper was at her side in seconds, helping her to sit down until it passed. She could even hear the concerned voices of her other family members. Just a piercing pain that struck her head and deafening ringing in her ears. Eyes squeezed shut, streaks like lightening rip through her mind. In them were like slow moving videos. (y/n) appeared to be the star as Alice could see her exiting a thicket of trees to come across a paved highway. She was in her human form and at first looked uncertain until she seems to confirm her actions and continues onward.

Her head pulsated when she struggled to look further, knowing that the only other occasion she had felt like this was when (y/n) was in grave danger. The future wouldn't let her though and soon the ringing in her ears faded out. Drilling in her skull slowly dissipated as well. This vision left her feeling weak, weaker than the last one. Alice was breathing heavily, allowing Jasper to mellow her.

When she opened her eyes, everyone was staring at her; only Edward knowing what was going on. He knew that stretch of highway. He had been there last night. With (y/n). She was going to find Bella by herself. Despite Sam's orders, she was going alone with no one else; taking it upon herself to rescue the girl that was her rival.

"I know where she is." Edward said quickly. He didn't want to waste anytime. This wouldn't be something she could do alone, as noble as it was. She needed help.

With her head in her hands, Alice gazes at Edward. "Hurry. Even if she is in her human form, who knows how far she'll make it before she runs into trouble."

Edward nods and in a flash he's already out the door, crossing the front lawn and into the depths of the woods.

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Alright yall, this is my first crack at an xreader or second person ficlet. I never actually felt the desire to read any until I saw Black Widow and fell in love at first sight with Yelena (self-explanatory). I don’t think I ever would have tried this but I was inspired by the lovely @peachbear88 and the song Clouds by Borns.

Let me know what y’all think

~*~

Clouds

Clouds

“Lena! Let’s go watch clouds!” You shout excitedly, bouncing up and down on your toes as you poke at the lump under the covers. A soft groan emanates as a blonde head pops out from her cocoon, blankets clinging to the top of her wild bed head like a nun’s habit.

Bleary green eyes squint at you as her face pinches up in an adorable yawn, and for an instant, you almost feel bad for waking her early on a weekend when she usually sleeps in. Almost.

You know Yelena, when she’s fully alert, has an active imagination that relishes its chances to run wild. Her mind works a mile a minute, and her watchful eyes catch everything with the excitement of a child and the experience of a worldly woman. It’s one of the many things you love about her. This activity is right up her alley, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

“Clouds? Is that a show?” Her accent is thicker and her voice rougher from sleep, so you grin at her and pat her head fondly as you sit on the bed next to her. She grunts, mumbles something about not being a cat, but leans into your hand as you smooth her hair down anyways.

“Not a show. It’s where you lay in the grass, look at the clouds, and try to see if you can interpret any shapes out of them.”

She frowns slightly. “Isn’t it supposed to rain today?”

“No! It’s the perfect day to go to the park. So sunny.”

A delicate blond brow quirks up, and you find yourself wondering how someone with sleep crust still in her eyes can look so devastatingly beautiful. “If it’s sunny, there won’t be clouds to watch, no?”

Yelena’s long eyelashes flutter against the back of your hand as you wipe the crust away adoringly. “Partly cloudy. But still sunny, so no rain.”

She smiles at you, soft in the light streaming through the window, and nods. “Alright, let’s go watch the clouds.”

~*~

The blanket beneath you is soft beneath your back, the sun warm on your face, and the smell of fresh cut grass fills the air as you lie in the park with Yelena, watching clouds.

As predicted, she’s taken to it like a duck to water.

“That one! That one right there!” She points excitedly, hand jutting up in the air in front of you. “It’s clearly a grenade launcher!”

You open your mouth to protest, but no sound comes at as you squint further at the cloud, because hey that actually does kind of look like that grenade launcher Yelena brought home that one time and giddily mounted on the-

“And that one is most definitely a ladybug,” she points at a different one, closer to her side.

Your face breaks into a smile. Yelena’s imagination is stretched so far to accommodate all she is and all she’s learned in her life; the way her mind works has you looking fondly at her in wonder and awe.

You recover yourself and your bearings before she notices you staring. “That one is a swan.”

She cocks her head slightly at you and frowns. “It can’t be a swan. Look at that spot of cloud up near its head - it doesn’t belong.”

“Ahh but my dear,” you tut, bopping her nose lightly as she giggles. “That spot is a trumpet for our dear bird.”

She grins in delight as she understands. “Like the Trumpet and the Swan!”

You nod at her with an answering smile and hum you agreement. Yelena had found that book on one of your bookstore adventures and had, perhaps surprisingly, adored it. Her copy is still proudly on the nightstand beside the bed at home.

After the swan cloud, the two of you continue gazing, with the suggestions becoming progressively more ridiculous as the afternoon wears on.

A juggling clown. An exact imitation of the country of Vietnam. An elephant on a unicycle. A World War 2 tank. A sickle and hammer, as you eye her with a smirk and she shoves you playfully with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.

Maybe, it is that shove that knocks your sense out of you.

Maybe it’s the way the sun glances off her golden hair and lights up her blazing green eyes. Maybe it’s the fact that her smile fills your chest with air at the same time it knocks it out of you. Or maybe, it’s because it’s been on the tip of your tongue for months now and you just don’t see the point in shutting your mouth any longer - was there ever really a point?

Whatever the reason, it comes bubbling out of you, and you open your mouth anxious and eager and praying you don’t stutter or trip over your words because you want it to be right. Yelena deserves right.

“Hmm,” you hum, looking at her from the side of your eye. “I think that one looks like my future.”

She frowns slightly, brow furrowing in confusion as she turns her head to squint at you. “What?”

You grin, feeling more confident now, because of course this is exactly what you want to be doing, who you want to be doing it with. “That one looks like my future.”

“The dark, shapeless blob is your future? Doesn’t seem very promising.” She tuts in that blunt, sarcastic way of hers.

You’re turned fully on you side now, facing her as she turns to face you, and her smart mouth has you burst out in raucous laughter, like it always does.

“You’re not even looking at the clouds! How can you say one looks like your future? What does a future even look like?!” She splutters in indignation as you start sucking in breaths in between cackles. Yelena tries to glare sternly at you, to no avail. She is a deadly, dangerous woman, but she couldn’t intimidate you if she wanted to - and she would never, ever want to.

Deciding to abandon her half-hearted glower, she proceeds to sulk cutely.

It’s this pout finally calms you, and you smile. It’s maybe the softest smile you’ve ever done, and this is definitely the softest you’ve ever been, but somehow it feels like you’ve done this before. It doesn’t feel scary, or overwhelming even if this is new to you, because it feels like you’ve loved Yelena your whole life.

“You’re right. I wasn’t looking at the clouds,” you say, letting it hang suspended in the air for a moment so you can fully relish the second it clicks for her. You see exactly when it does; her green eyes widen and her cheeks bloom a pretty, dusty pink as your smile grows impossibly larger and softer. “You. You look like my future, Yelena Belova.”

For an instant, it seems like she truly believes you - she flushes deeper than you’ve ever seen. The next instant it changes, like she wants to believe you, but a battle rages in her eyes between the faithful and the skeptical. The instant after that, she shakes her head almost imperceptibly, mouth pursing and she scoffs, laughing you off.

You see it for what it is. Her sound is dismissive, not out of apathy, but out of fear. Her eyes roll, but snap back to you, practically begging you to be sincere - to mean it, because for some ungodly reason no one else has. Cagey as she is, she will never ask for it aloud.

Yelena very carefully gives you an out; it’s as much to protect her as it is to protect you. You could join her, laugh it off as a corny joke and avoid this, probably forever, or you could stay and embrace it.

As if you could ever do anything but stay.

You reach out a hand, setting it down in the grass half the distance to her stiff, rigid body. Almost automatically, Yelena reaches out with her own, and as you twine your fingers together, you see the tension melt from her form.

“I mean it, Lena. Anytime I try to think about my future, all I see is your face over and over. It’s like I was sleepwalking before I met you, but then you woke me up,” you whisper gently, because these kinds of soul-bearing words are made for quiet, intimate murmurs, not loud, boisterous declarations. “A life without you would be no life at all.”

The blonde beauty you’ve found yourself enamored with inhales sharply, like you’ve hit her in the gut. The green eyes you associate with warmth, with laughter, with home, flicker with hope, but still, she seems conflicted.

Hoping to finally put her mind at ease, you squeeze her hand and smile again. “I love you, Yelena. I don’t want anything, or anyone, but you. I want to go wherever you go, then come home together to a closet full of pocketed vests and flannel and a whole pack of dogs. Nothing else could compare.”

Immediately, it’s like a damn breaks. She swiftly launches herself at you, burying her face in your neck and nuzzling the pulse there. If you feel wetness on your skin as she mumbles out an “I love you too,” you don’t mention it. Instead, you grip her tighter, warmth from her body and her words seeping into your bones like molasses.

You two lie there for sometime, love admissions pouring from you both like free-flowing wine. Eventually, she settles her head over your heart as you rest your chin on blonde hair.

“So what do you say, Lena? Will you be my future for forever?” You ask, running the pads of your fingers lightly over her knuckles.

She grabs your hand, kisses your palm simply. “Yes.”

You can feel the ghost of her smiling lips still on your palm, so you bring your twined hands up to your own grin and buss her wrist and the knuckles you’d mapped out earlier. “Even if it means being dragged out to watch clouds with me?”

Yelena turns then, humming in faux consideration. “The activity could grow on me in time. Not unlike you,” she pauses for a moment and then smirks devilishly. “Or a rash.”

You bark out a laugh. “Wow, comparing me to a rash? We’re off to a great start.”

You watch as green eyes roll, knowing and happily expecting to see as much for the rest of your life. “Well, you proposed by comparing me to a fat rain cloud,” she shrugs. “I think we’re even.”

“It’s not a rain cloud! It’s a perfectly normal cloud - and hey! I wasn’t even looking at that cloud, remember?”

“It absolutely is a rain cloud. You implied I was large, amorphous, and filled with liquid, liable to ruin outdoor sporting events and the days of small children by pissing all over them.”

“I so did not! And it isn’t going to rain!”

“Yes it is.”

~*~

It rained.

Smiling into your kisses with Yelena’s warm hands on your neck, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

#yelena belova #yelena x reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena x you #yelena my beloved #black widow #i tried i guess #i think I have a thing for chaotic blonde Russian assassins

[rebelliouslala]

A Man Who Plays Volleyball.

happy birthday my beloved little anime boy, Ushijima Wakatoshi!

summary and warnings!: OC!Yuri-Chan (they are there as you, the reader!) x Wakatoshi, fix it fic! Shiratorizawa wins to go to the Nationals; angst, descriptions of parental abuse, descriptions of anxiety, flashbacks, a form of s/lf h/rm, accidental cause to injury, unwanted touching, a creepy guy, divorce drama, this story describes the suppression of men’s mental health, a good spoonful of fluff at the end

word count; ~10k words

a/n: this was SUPER rushed. but, i love him. you have no idea how much i saw myself in satori. in wakatoshi. i love shiratorizawa. may this alternate universe make the original ushijima wakatoshi smile :)

The Shiratorizawa volleyball player, Ushijima Wakatoshi walked home. He carried his volleyball clothes in a duffel bag. He wore a white hoodie with a purple outline. It said, printed, “Ushijima #1” on the back. He walked in silence. Because he preferred it. He felt tired.

The Miracle Boy felt tired. The crickets in the warm farm fields began to buzz with the swift wind that came from behind. He closed his eyes and stopped. He softly smiled as he looked up at the cloudy autumn sky. The sun was setting.

How long has he waited for this day; His eyes, to anyone else, would be dull. But that day, after his battle against Karasuno, they sparkled like freshly oiled olives. His hairdo was gently ruffled as a train passed by to his left, and he took a deep breath. He pumped his fist as a tear went down his cheek.

“I won.”

Once the Miracle Boy arrived home; He placed away his uniform in a laundry machine, and gently sucked on a popsicle. He blinked a few times, watching the machine churn and churn and churn and churn and churn and churn and- His lower back ached. He leaned against the wall, continuing to gently bite the tip. Satori once called him insane for biting ice cream.

“Doesn’t it hurt?!” Satori cried during their summer training. Wakatoshi had offered his land to use for training. Coach Washijo had taken the offer with happiness. He had bit his thick popsicle in response. “No.”

Wakatoshi turned to a sob from the threshold. There sat on its diaper ass one of the Ushijima twins, Kazane, who blinked. She had a straight bob and palm green eyes. She whined.

The boy sighed. He gently bent down and picked her up. She babbled stupidly and gripped at his hair, then whined more for his popsicle. “No.” He continued to bite it and he frowned as Kazane started to whimper. Wakatoshi now began to bounce her and he looked at his uniform as it continued to wash. She stopped making noises and instead clung onto him.

“Wakatoshi? Wakatoshi have you seen—?” He let his mother find him as she sighed. She had straight black hair, one that was in a messy bun since she gave birth to the twins.

“Hello Oka-san.”

“Wakatoshi, you know she can’t have ice cream!” She said, exasperated.

“I know that. She is trying to take it.” He continued biting it.

“Here, gimme,” Ms. Ushijima took Kazane, and let her soft cry in her neck. Wakatoshi simply continued to look at the swirl of his clothes. “I called your father.”

Wakatoshi turned, and he blinked. Once. Twice. His eyebrows furrowed, but he straightened himself up. “Is he not busy?”

“Yeah, but you know, it’s nice because you‘re going to Nationals-, isn’t that what you wanted, Wakatoshi?”

The boy sucked on the stick as the machine stopped. He went down to take the uniform, and began to fold. “Yes.”

She sighed, “Stop acting dramatic. I know you’re happy. Oh- I also invited your girlfriend over.” Wakatoshi now walked past his mother, and his baby sister as he went to his room. He hung his shirt and pants. Ms. Ushijima followed him, “I suggest you wear some nice formal wear, got it? And I want you both in the family room.”

“I was thinking of a nice berry bush, a purely platonic meeting. In the back—?”

“Ugh, fine. Whatever. Sure. Remember to change Mayumi’s diapers.”

Yuri had met Wakatoshi at the side door of his house. Yuri hopped up and gave him a kiss to his jawline. “Good afternoon, ‘Toshi-Chan!”

Wakatoshi blushed. He held his cheek. “Afternoon, my flower.”

The wind that messed up Yuri’s hair passed, and Wakatoshi with no hesitation helped them fix it, after a soft question if he could. He gently petted their hair back.

The couple sat peacefully in the bushes. Yuri, after the wind, then went to the strawberry bushes and started to pick. They hummed as they put them in a small bucket, as Wakatoshi instructed them to, and rinsed them in a bucket his Grandfather made. After that, they handed the small fat berry to his hand, as he cut off the top part of the berry.

“The leaves are edible, but are annoying to the throat. It’s better to mush them together, since they have good properties for the body.” Wakatoshi explained. Yuri giggled in response, continuing to pick a few more, with a here and there bite to the smallest one.

Yuri might even turn around, and coo, “Look at this, ‘Toshi-Chan! Aw, it’s no bigger than my thumb!” At which Wakatoshi leaned over, uncomfortably on the small blanket his Mother gave him, before nodding. “Do you want to name it? Like a child?”

“Oh great idea! How about, hmm, Plate!”

“Hm?”

“Because strawberries, and plate berries!”

“Ah.” Wakatoshi nodded, and he gave them a small side of the mushed leaves. “This should be enough for both of us. Do you think so?”

“Mhm! Oh, how are the twins?”

Wakatoshi leaned back and took a deep breath. Kazane cried so much he had to wake up Grandmother Nijiko for it. She complained loudly, but went over and in a few hours the silence was gone. Mayumi singlehandedly ate the rest of the prepared milk bottles his Mother made. Wakatoshi lost approximately 3.26 hours of sleep. “They are well.” He said.

“Oh! They’re the cutest!! With their little soft lettuce cheeks-! I can’t wait until I can feed them little berries!” Yuri popped one in their mouth.

“Mayumi-tan loves blueberries. Especially playing with them. Kazane-tan prefers spitting the strawberry seeds in my hair.”

“No wonder you take so many showers, Wakatoshi-Chan!” He ate a bit of the mush, and he looked above at the clouds. Yuri laid next to him, and dipped their finger in the mush.

“Satori-kun told me- you- uh, you got mad. I was wondering where you were after the game.”

“We had to celebrate. Besides that, I could not charge my phone. The TV crew took up all the outlets.”

“Aw, bummer! But still, Wakatoshi-Chan~,” Yuri poked his side. He twitched in response. “You got mad. It was a close game.”

Wakatoshi ate another strawberry dipped in mush. “I won. Do not worry. I am okay.” Yuri laid on their stomach and pouted. “Promise?”

“I would never lie to you, Yuri-Chan.”

“Good. Then critique me on my violin, okay!”

He nodded, as Yuri brought out their violin case. Being best friends with Satori, all sorts of little stickers were on it, especially a large Pokémon one. Wakatoshi crossed his legs as Yuri took their violin out, and their bow. They hummed quietly, tuning the violin and hastily rubbing rosin on the bow. They used the bow on the violin, once- twice -the first made Wakatoshi fear the twins would wake up from their nap- before Yuri played.

The Swan.

Wakatoshi laid back. Yuri closed their eyes, leaning into their instrument, and played. The wind picked up again. And Wakatoshi closed his eyes.

Yuri and he met in freshman year. Wakatoshi saw Yuri come in, shy.

“I am so sorry! I thought this was the auditorium.” Wakatoshi had just worked out. He assumed in their vision, this would be attractive and more romantic. To him he felt more comfortable and relaxed.

“It’s a few more blocks down. But I believe the Coach will not allow music.” Seeing Yuri’s jolt of embarrassment, Wakatoshi added, “But I believe outside is a perfect place to play. I would help you, but I know the plants shall tell you what to do.”

And here, as the wind guided Yuri’s fingers, their bow, the soft and intimate touches to the strings, did Wakatoshi hear how his advice had really counted. From Day 1 to Day Now, their improvement let him smile quietly in pride. They were perfect.

After a few days of waiting for a response from Wakatoshi’s father, it was settled and official. He would join them that night for dinner.

Yuri held onto Wakatoshi’s arm, their middle finger writing characters he could not decipher. He looked around at Grandmother Nijiko holding the twins. Kazane was in a little blue robe and Mayumi in red. His mother opened the door to the wardrobe for Wakatoshi. He wore a tight white shirt, and black sleek pants. He observed a royal purple kimono.

Yuri gulped as they watched his mother gently pinch his ear, “Nuh uh, do the Atlantic Blue.”

“I believe it is Pacific Blue.” Wakatoshi responded as he took that instead, and dawned it. He helped Yuri with their kimono.

“Wow, your family is like, really traditional, Wakatoshi,” they said quietly, looking at Wakatoshi.

“It’s my father’s arrival. Oka-san likes it like this.” He paused, before he continued to help them put it on, “and Oba-san, of course.”

Wakatoshi could not admit it, but he did appreciate it too. The clan was well, they just valued the importance of continuing to be perfect. It was only in their strict rules he did not want his new siblings to be subjected to. Wakatoshi glanced at his left hand. as he tied Yuri’s pink clothes together.

“‘Toshi, remember to smile.” Ms. Ushijima reminded him.

Wakatoshi grimaced. “Yes Oka-san.”

Yuri squeezed his hand, and looked up at him. He gently smiled back.

“Yuri-kun, make sure Wakatoshi doesn’t go on about volleyball again!” Grandmother Nijiko said. His smile faded.

His mother went from the twins, to going to him and attacking his stance.

Ms. Ushijima went on her tippy toes, muttering and complaining about his height, then how his hair was so dry, how he needed to use lotion more, and how filthy he was.

Yuri only stared at their feet. The Ushijimas stared at Wakatoshi, having his mother flick his ear and pinch at his stomach. “Stop eating so much rice! Obviously this sport isn’t putting off enough weight, eh?”

The doorbell rang. Finally, Wakatoshi took a gulp of fresh air as his mother went to the door.

It opened. Wakatoshi couldn’t stop smiling.

Everything seemed to blur and fade into each other. Wakatoshi took his coat. Yuri was taken away. The twins began to cry and whine for food. Ms. Ushijima said nothing.

The dining room in the Ushijima home was tiny. The dinner table was small, made of driftwood from Wakatoshi’s great grandfather. The clinking of dishes were mixed in with the twins crying. Yuri sat uncomfortably. Wakatoshi only ate as he looked at his father.

Mr. Utsui Takashi barely had hair- he was balding. He had a curly like stubble though, and he had developed an annoying, wheezing-like cough after inhaling any sort of food. It seemed his vision got worse, since he had thought the twins were identical. He had to take a double take to Yuri and Wakatoshi before laughing and embracing him tightly. His hands were disgusting. He smelled of fish and B.O.

But Wakatoshi put his face in his neck, and embraced him thrice as tightly once he had seen him minutes ago. Wakatoshi nearly lifted his father from the ground. Now, as Wakatoshi picked at his small serving of possibly 382 pieces of rice and steak, he watched his father talk to Yuri.

“Ah, Wakatoshi, she is so cute! Ooh~,” he pinched Yuri’s cheek who giggled and thanked him, a little awkward. Wakatoshi ate his steak, a little curve on his lips from their interaction.

“Utsui-san, I am so excited! I cannot believe you came all this way, because ‘Toshi-chan is going to nationals!” Yuri smiled.

Wakatoshi’s grandmother stopped feeding the twins and sighed. “It’s not why he came.”

The young man felt the steak he swallowed start to froth in his mouth. He forced it down, and turned to his father. “What is the news that you have?”

“I got fired from my job.” Mr. Utsui said, a little weak. “Well, they laid us off—,”

Ms. Ushijima stood up and gathered the plates. “Your father is coming back to live with us until he finds something good. Hopefully in Tokyo so he can move out again.”

“Y-yes...” Mr. Utsui slouched, but he continued to eat his rice.

Wakatoshi ate his steak, and he quietly let his mother take it as he looked at Yuri’s hand. “Will you be taking care of the twins, then?” he said.

Mr. Utsui opened his mouth, a little confused, but he only sighed, “Ah- well yes. I will. I am also discussing that matter with your mother.”

“Do you need to go to court for it?” Wakatoshi continued to sit as Yuri held onto him, adjusting their feet from the long period of sitting on them.

“No, Oba-san will handle the matters.”

Wakatoshi nodded, and quietly asked his grandmother to be excused. Once she nodded, she eyed his left hand as he helped Yuri up.

“Your lover cannot go. I need to ask them some things as well.”

“Oba-san.” Wakatoshi bowed his head, “they need to stretch out their feet.”

“I don’t care. Sit by me, Yuri-tan.” Yuri looked back, and shooed Wakatoshi off. He bowed, only slightly, before sliding open the doors, and going outside.

The Ushijima Land stretched for only a couple of square acres. Wakatoshi sat down awkwardly by the lake.

It was technically a marsh but his mother never liked him calling it that. He fondly remembered how he invited his team here to train. Goshiki nearly passed out in the fields further West, if Grandmother Nijiko had not taken care of him. Wakatoshi smiled remembering how she pinched his cheeks and cooed, “Goshiki-Bo.”

“Wakatoshi.” He turned, slightly, and Mr. Utsui sat down next to him with a bit of difficulty. “Ah, what a nice night, hm?” he tried to hide his cough.

“Yes.” the young man said.

Mr. Utsui sighed, tapping his fingers and looking off at the side, towards the stars. “H-How is Shiratorizawa?”

“We won against Karasuno a few days ago. My team and I are going to nationals.”

Mr. Utsui smiled. “Ah, perfect, perfect, good for you. I’m happy that it makes you happy.” Wakatoshi looked down. He did not feel anything. The dream that had woken him up this morning has scared him. He had no idea why. “You trained hard for this, hm?”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad my son has come all this way. You’ve gotten so big and strong! Tell me, do the twins bother you? I hope the farm work isn't too much either. But you’re 18 now, and-,”

Wakatoshi stood up. He took a deep breath. He simply took off his kimono.

Mr. Utsui blinked. “‘Toshi?”

“I’m going for a run.” The boy ran without a word to his father. He was glad Mr. Utsui didn’t follow. Because Wakatoshi began to cry.

After a good ten minute run, Wakatoshi took yet another shower once he got back. He now wore his pajamas. A big shirt he had been gifted once from Mr. Utsui, and Pokemon themed pants he got from Satori a year ago.

Wakatoshi went to the entrance of his home, holding Yuri’s hands. It was time to say goodbye to Yuri-Chan. “Your Grandma is so weird.” they giggled, trying to hush their voice. That made no sense to him, really. Grandmother Nijiko heard everything.

“She is my blood. I got it from her.” Yuri giggled and kissed him softly, and he did in return. “You’re so weird~,”

“Yes.” He wanted to go inside already. He needed to think of what the matter was with his father. But he needed to also stall for Yuri to feel safe.

“Heh, okay, tomorrow is my practice.” They pulled him close and cooed, “I’ll see you?”

“Of course.” He stared at their features. He remembered hearing a few opposing volleyball players try to bully Yuri. He made sure they lost within two sets. For Yuri was like a flower to Wakatoshi- they had a timeless beauty. He loved staring at the shape of their eyes, how their nose scrunched ever so slightly when they smiled, and especially, when their irises dilated. He never felt such an intense feeling pull himself toward her.

They hugged him tightly. “Love you, ‘Toshi-Chan.”

“I love you too.”

After another kiss, Yuri-Chan’s aunt pulled up in her car. With another wave, Yuri had disappeared from his grasp. Wakatoshi was all alone.

☆彡

The Last Set. Wakatoshi took his stance as one of the outer blockers. He watched the ball be served by the Karasuno Crows. The Samurai Crow, Asahi, paused before spiking, causing Wakatoshi to miss his timing on the block. On the next turn, when Kenjiro sets, Wakatoshi returns his point as he spikes against the block. In games, he lets Satori do the blocking, since he is better. Wakatoshi is smart, he has no doubt about that in this sport, but he knows his teammate’s instinctual guess is better than anything. When Satori went left, Wakatoshi followed and blocked it correctly. He quietly nodded as Satori beamed with pride.

After another few more scores, Wakatoshi blinked at the sudden point Karasuno took. His eyebrows were raised as he drank his water. He was surprised by the new attack Karasuno made. Never in his years of volleyball research, of play, did he believe it could work against his strong team, or actually score. They were extremely fearless.

Wakatoshi frowned at himself when Reon missed. But now he can make a point to honor him, and also win back the lead. As he spiked, he spotted the little short Libero, the Lightning Bolt Crow Yu. He frowned, and he spiked quickly to his left. It was quick, causing a jolt of pain to his shoulder, but it did the trick for them to get a point.

Despite that, the Blond Crow, Kei, tried to go against him. Which made him annoyed. This tiny blocker, tried to go against his immeasurable strength? Wakatoshi huffed quietly. 

Wakatoshi hated how Kei knew how to one touch, how to time his spikes perfectly. But he didn’t even have the strength like Satori did. He was just a wannabe Satori. And no one is like Satori. And such thoughts, that the young man had, made his strength greater with the stress of the Blond Crow. Kei made a grave mistake. Pissing off the Miracle Boy.

With the next point to be made, and with his new power up that Kei unknowingly gave Wakatoshi, the Miracle Boy then, out of pure anger, made sure he could not play. Using his entire body weight, he made sure that Kei was out. Against Kei’s perfect block, Wakatoshi had spiked so hard to Kei’s right fingers, he heard the crack.

As Wakatoshi landed, he turned away. He had scored. And Kei would be gone.

After Karasuno’s kerfuffle of Kei’s condition, now Wakatoshi could serve. Now that the Blond Crow was gone, just a few more points were made by him and Wakatoshi could see Father.

“Bring it!” Karasuno yelled.

Bring it? Wakatoshi thought. How amusing. He will. He threw the ball up, jumped, and struck it hard. The Samurai Crow hit it in the air, his skin turning red from impact. Typical. Karasuno was playing yet another synchronized attack. But Wakatoshi saw how Satori eyed Sugawara’s shoes, and jumped immediately. The Captain relaxed at seeing Satori’s correct guess, and watched. He watched Satori glare down at the boy, a blush blooming on his pale cheeks. Wakatoshi could not help but smirk to himself as well.

The Eagles were soaring far above the Crows.

The Last Set. Wakatoshi, being a not loud person, clapped for Satori as the rest of his team screamed. Satori’s blocks were always one to be celebrated. His skills were amazing, and were an important asset to the team.

After switching sides, Wakatoshi served. But he can feel himself getting tired, as he jumped he got a blurry vision and hit the ball to the net. He makes a genuine apology, deciding to let his team do some more of the heavy lifting. After all, the Blond Crow was gone.

But seeing the Chibi-Chan, Shoyo Hinata, Wakatoshi stood taller. He scowled at the boy. Kenjiro sensed his anger, and set the ball to the Ace. Now he spiked it down. But no. As if the boy was blessed only with his speed, he saw, in awe, how the boy caught the damn ball with his face. Satori missed his spike, the two comrades tched at the boy. Wakatoshi could feel his and Satori’s hatred at the boy’s talentless smile. Even more so, what made Wakatoshi steam further was that Shoyo still scored points. Not only was he reckless, he always just went for his head. It made the Ace sick to his stomach. Ungrateful runt.

Wakatoshi had not doubted he wouldn’t win, but now he wanted to crush the small boy. He wanted to win just as bad as he did.

After the next loss, due to Satori’s overthinking, Wakatoshi tried not to chuckle at seeing Satori get yelled at by the Coach. Despite the hilarity, now the Captain had to make up for Satori’s lost concentration. Right now he couldn’t depend on him. Right now he needs to win. Even if Satori can’t pick up his slack.

The first years’ reckless quick attack. Wakatoshi hated it. Speed was all he had. Nothing like the great rival Wakatoshi had expected him to be; no, just Stupid, Small, Sly Shoyo.

Wakatoshi can hear Yuri-Chan cheer loudly from the bleachers with his school. He heard his school cheer proudly after Eita’s no touch serve, only to find Karasuno's ridiculous cheering. Now he turned around, to his team, and he furrowed his brows. He looked upon their glistening faces. “We Shall Finish This.” Now all of Shiratorizawa sang aloud. Perfect. A traditional song. A traditional strength of his. He will beat all of Karasuno, if he has to, to the ground.

Wakatoshi watched as Shoyo reflected his spike, and made what should’ve been his point, theirs. He never wanted anything more than to crush Shoyo as he did to Kei. He clenched his fists and turned away.

Goshiki talked. Gushed about the Shrimp. “Can you believe it, Wakatoshi? It’s like his speed can power through your strength!” The Ace said nothing in response.

Stupid Shoyo....he shouldn’t have done that at all.

Goshiki was trying to prove himself, to help Wakatoshi’s previous loss- Wakatoshi felt like he was trying to watch paint dry.

In retaliation, Wakatoshi hit hard against the New Crow despite the Samurai Crow’s time block that he copied from the Blond Crow. But now he felt his arm throb. Store. He would need to wait until he can use all of his strength to beat them. To finish this. But first, Wakatoshi needed to calm himself down.

He needed a replacement.

Wakatoshi turned to the smaller, youngest member. He put his hand on his shoulder, and made strong eye contact. “Goshiki. Do not panic, you have much talent. Let us finish this.”

Wakatoshi moved out of the way, and he caught his breath. Goshiki made a great point. As he planned. As he should. So he can finish beautifully. It was often like the paintings his Uncle Hideaki would make, little colors mixing in, adding up to the pine forests next to the Ushijima Acres. What Goshiki did was pure art. With a serve to get them back in the lead. With Goshiki’s now flared ego, Wakatoshi knew he could lead this. He had successfully stored up enough energy, and calmed himself down- 

A tie.

He noticed Coach staring at him. As Captain, as Ace, as a Volleyball Player. He needed to win for him as well. He lowered his stance. Kenjiro made the set to, The Traditional Wakatoshi, The Traditional Strength, The God, spiked hard to the Libero Crow. The ball flew past.

One More Point. Wakatoshi heard. One More Point. Because they are stronger.

But who came running back? Just as they were winning, for one more point. The Blond Crow had flown back to the game.

The Last Set. 15 Shiratorizawa. 14 Karasuno.

Wakatoshi wanted to crush his dreams, and now his other fingers. Yunohama came in, but Satori read failed on a part of the play against Tobio. Wakatoshi wanted to say something to the Blond Crow. But he realized he did not despise him like Shoyo. Only found him as an obstacle to crush.

Wakatoshi reminded Kenjiro. “Use me mercilessly.” He had enough stamina. He needed to be ready to beat the dreams of these foolish crows. As Reon made the ball go up, Wakatoshi struck Kenjiro’s fake set, right at Kei. He stared him down during their fall. He felt himself puff out his chest. He talked with his glowing eyes, as if saying, I can beat you.

Wakatoshi needed to serve again, but at the stupid Libero. He felt his thighs shake as he readied himself. He leaped up high, and hit the net to fool them.

But it didn’t work.

Satori couldn’t block the return attack. And now Karasuno was in the lead. Despite how hard Wakatoshi used his strength to get through the Blond Crow. During Coach’s timeout, Wakatoshi squeezed the pouches the twins had packed for him. Every game. Every practice. The twins packed him a little juice pouch.

He relaxed. His legs really needed to sit. A lot. Despite how tired he was from that run, he caught his breath. Kenjiro asked if he can still be used. He saw his teammate’s red, exhausted faces. This game was worrying them. Karasuno was in the lead.

Wakatoshi agreed with a warm smile. Because now he can win, with real, strong teamwork. Everyone depended on him. “Use me.”

On the court, the Libero saved it from the Samurai crow’s attack. Meaning he can serve, and he- It didn’t count. He tried to push it far. But his shoulder ached. Stupid Shoyo. Too late. He was too quick. Wakatoshi felt his muscles ache, like quiet screams.

This time, he spiked inside. Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi was breathing heavily. But, he looked up, and grunted out of happiness. Stupid Shoyo!! He thought to himself.

Reon served. But, Shoyo made the next point.

Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi smiled though, when Shoyo tried to quick attack, and Satori blocked it. But he didn’t grimace out of disappointment. He only kept thinking.

Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi watched the ball on the next attack. He watched Hinata not jump. His legs froze. Stupid Shoyo. He congratulated Goshiki on the new point, with a nod as he went to the net.

He watched the ball slowly fall as a new play began. Another point-

The Libero. Wakatoshi felt the ball slip through his block. He hated the feeling as he grimaced at the passing and quick sting to his pinky. Wakatoshi stood and watched the Blond Crow figure out their attacks, he couldn’t help but now feel the same sense of annoyance as with Shoyo. He needed to truly show them who was going to win.

The Last Set. Hinata served. They do a minus tempo back attack. Shoyo spiked at Taichi. When he failed, Wakatoshi picked it up and yelled at his server. It’s time. Merciless Attack.

He wanted to hit. He wanted to hit Stupid Shoyo’s face so hard. Kenjiro noted Wakatoshi’s burning fury. Goshiki whimpered under his breath as he ran. But Wakatoshi flew up, and he spiked it to three blockers. But he spiked it right at their setter.

No point. The ball went up.

His nose flared, and he grunted underneath his breath.

Those crows.

Those.

Those damn crows.

THOSE BASTARD CROWS DARED DEFY HIM. HE HAD NEVER FELT SUCH HEAT IN HIS BODY; AS IF LAVA HAD BEEN SPURTING OUT OF HIM IN RAGE. SUCH ANGER INSIDE HIM AS HE SAW THE KARASUNO CROWS WEAKLY FIGHT; SUCH ANGER INSIDE HIM AS HE SAW THE KARASUNO WEAKLY TRY AND CONTINUE TO FIGHT AGAINST HIS STRENGTH. HE WAS PINNING THEM DOWN.

THE BALD CROW PICKED IT UP. CHANCE BALL.

WAKATOSHI COULDN’T STOP. HE NEEDED TO FIGHT.

STUPID SHOYO NEEDED TO LOSE!

This time, Shoyo flew up in the all out quick attack. Wakatoshi saw the ball. Where it went. Down. On his side. He felt his throat being choked, by someone.

Beneath him.

Wakatoshi saw it. He shook Shoyo’s hand and walked away. His face was grim. He saw Coach;s face staring at Shoyo. He noted how Satori was painted, with a tear falling down his face. How Goshiki sobbed. Reon staring at his hand. The Libero panting, his face a bright red.

Wakatoshi heard it. A flat thanks. No one spoke. Except the single mutter, “I thought we couldn’t lose.”

Wakatoshi smelled the salt, he saw the youngest shake and cry, hugging his broad body. A single, disappointed turn from the Coach. A flat, “hit 100 serves when we get back.”

“Wakatoshi, didn’t you get mad?” Satori asked.

Wakatoshi felt his body relax. His inner thigh was being stretched out. He paused. “I wanted to say I am stronger than them. Isn’t that childish? I wanted to say it.”

“Childish reasons are what drives us. What a great game.” A pause. “I’m quitting volleyball. I’m going to watch you on TV and brag about how we were best friends.” Satori giggled. “It’ll be fun to be interviewed about you when you get big and famous!”

21 Karasuno. 19 Shiratorizawa.

He turned away to the bright smiles of the first year duo. The Great Eagles had lost their feathers.

Wakatoshi woke up with a gasp as he held his throat. He panted, beads of sweat dripping down his bare chest. He groaned quietly, and he held his head.

It was a dream. A Dream.

Stupid Shoyo...he had invaded his dreams. And Wakatoshi looked at his left hand. He held the trophy.

He had held the trophy. Not the Karasuno Crows. He did. He touched it. And no one else could ever take that feeling away from him.

Wakatoshi turned on the bath again in his personal restroom, and got in. He sat in complete silence, and he filled the bucket with water. He dumped it upon himself. It was cold. He let his body shiver. He let himself sink as he weakly washed himself.

He heard his dad snore a few rooms down. But the worst thing that Wakatoshi did that night was cry.

☆彡

Wakatoshi knocked on the door to Coach Washijo’s room. “Wakatoshi-kun, come in.”

The boy walked inside, and blinked softly. He wore his school uniform, freshly ironed. “Coach Washijo. May I sit down?”

“Of course.” Wakatoshi pulled out the chair, and sat, he looked at his feet. Coach Washijo sighed, and he looked to the windows. “You know it, hm?”

Wakatoshi nodded. “We do not deserve this trophy.”

“I am already surprised you finished your punishment. I am extremely disappointed by the fact you brought the Chibi-Chan on our school grounds before. And for the game itself, Captain.”

Wakatoshi moved the chairs aside and he got on his knees, bowing his head. “I do not deserve the title as Captain.”

“Neither does anyone else on the team, son. But, I was the one who called you in here,” Coach Washijo went to him, and tapped his back. Wakatoshi slowly got up, and looked down. “I am proud. Don’t tell the others this, Wakatoshi-kun. That was a close game. I need you to practice with everyone. Get everyone ready for the Nationals. You deserve it.”

Wakatoshi bowed. “Thank you, Coach.”

As he left, his mind became fogged. How, how could he have even let himself be seen like that? Coach knew. Coach and he are the only ones, only ones who know the Karasunos were so, so so close to becoming the winners.

So.

Close.

Wakatoshi turned to the restroom quickly, and he began to breathe heavily. He loosened his tie as he stared into the sink. That close. Two points away from his dreams, his father, everything he had known into the sink, washed away because of Shoyo. 

“STUPID SHOYO!”

With the force of thunder, he punched the mirror. He panted, and looked at his reflection. The mirror didn’t shatter. The boy sighed as he turned on the sink, and washed his face. He rinsed it, as the water turned hot. Hot. Hot. Hot-

He held onto the sink, gasping for air. He remembered it. He remembered his mother scrubbing him fiercely with a wood scrubber. “Wakatoshi you need to start scrubbing!” She picked at his hair. “You need to start getting off those dead skin cells!” She ripped off anything that came off him. “Or else no one will like you! You wanna end up like your Dad? I married him out of pity! He was supposed to give me money!”

Wakatoshi held onto the sink, panting again as he washed his face. No. No he did not want to be like his father. Injured. No, that's why he ate well. He treated his body well. Run no less than five laps around the acres. Avoid the tree stump to the right. He could never, ever end up like his dad. 

He threw his head up and panted as he stared at himself. His skin was pink. He felt nothing on his skin. He only sighed. He grabbed the paper towels and wiped his face. He started to cry.

He was so close to ending up like his Dad. Like Tooru. No. He is strong. He got to Nationals.

He’s living his true, and only dream.

Then why is The Miracle Boy panicking?

☆彡

The lunch room was bustled, filled with happy and chattering students from the game that happened a week ago. The chefs served sushi today. Yuri was away in the auditorium for practice.

Wakatoshi ate with his team. Satori smiled. “Wow! Did Yuri give you good luck concerts for their concert, Wakatoshi-kun?”

“No.” he responded, eating a salmon roll after.

Eita sighed, “Well, I hear they’re playing with that new transfer, Choboyo-kun.”

Wakatoshi looked up, and scowled. “Oh.”

“Ooh, Eita-kun you’re going to get Wakatoshi-kun so angry!!” Satori laughed. 

Wakatoshi continued to eat, and he frowned as he looked down. It was one of his worst flaws. Jealousy. Shoyo. Tooru. Despite how they collapsed, how they looked up in anger, he knew they still probably had nice days. Tooru probably was nice with his nephew. Shoyo had hugged his best friends. Wakatoshi had his teammates and the twins. Yuri and he had been dating for a year, four months, and 27 days. The thought of Yuri being with another boy, of course it was rational he would get upset.

Besides, Yuri never told him of anything remotely close to the concert for that night. He continued to eat. He would tell them later.

☆彡

Wakatoshi slammed the ball against the ball in a beat. One two, one two three. He remembered the beat from a lullaby his Uncle Ushijima Hideaki sang to him. He threw the ball up, and ran, staring at the ball. He wanted nothing more, like Left Handing Hideaki, than to show his strength. He hit the other side of the net.

Satori, Goshiki, and Kenjiro were across Wakatoshi. Taichi and Eita were with Wakatoshi. He watched as Satori took the first hit, giving Kenjiro time to serve to Goshiki. Wakatoshi moved with Taichi to go for a block. Wakatoshi jumped early, but blocked Goshiki’s spike.

“One touch!” Taichi yelled. He jumped down, as Wakatoshi quickly caught the ball and moved it up. Eita made a pretty decent set. Wakatoshi did not want to upset him by saying it was much too far from the net, but he jumped.

Satori jumped perfectly. A great timing block. 

Wakatoshi froze. He saw Satori’s crazy blood red eyes flash into the Blond Crow. Wakatoshi smacked down the ball.

“FUCK!”

The game stopped, and everyone went to Satori’s hand. He winced quietly, and he flexed his middle finger. His comrades gasped out of grotesque. “Wakatoshi-kun! Shit-, you do scare me!”

“Sorry.” Wakatoshi panted. He was sweaty. He was sticky and sweaty. He wanted to shower.

“Is everything—?” Coach Saito started.

“Let’s put Hayato in while we practice.” Wakatoshi grabbed the ball, walking over. “We need to make sure we win the next game.”

“Captain, we did win.” Goshiki gently took Satori close, wrapping his fingers with a tape.

Wakatoshi scowled. He didn’t want to admit to his comrades they barely won. Stupid Shoyo almost took away their name of the Great Eagles. But he turned away. “One more game, then Eita and I shall take Satori to Nurse Yui.”

Everyone gave a hesitant agreement. Wakatoshi sighed, he banged the ball against the wooden ground. He looked across the net.

Six players in black and orange uniforms. Goshiki’s hair had faded to the Captain Crow. The foolish Lightning Libero Crow. Kenjiro looked so much like Tobio.

Wakatoshi twitched. He threw the ball up. Not again. Not again. He leaped into the air, and he felt- no he saw Goshiki move. Shoyo. He spiked hard, past Hayato, past Goshiki’s defense, so hard the ball had flown to the ceiling, and had gotten stuck in a beam.

Wakatoshi panted, his muscles spasming, and he looked at Goshiki with anger. He showed him. He showed him he is the strongest. He showed him no matter how hard he would train like Tooru he would not—

Satori gripped his arm. Wakatoshi stopped breathing. His best friend frowned. “Wakatoshi. You won.”

☆彡

Yuri smiled and they held Wakatoshi’s hand. They had been wandering the neighborhood for awhile, and now Yuri was just beginning to look at the music stores and babbling about their new deep desire for something about a gem. They said it would make the music sound crystal clear.

“Is it not clear already?” The boy asked.

“Silly! No!! It needs to be perfect for the concert!”

The concert. Wakatoshi followed them around, and after the eighth story about how they loved little stuffed animals, he asked, “Who is Choboyo?”

“And- huh? Oh! Choboyo-Senpai! He’s in university, so he offered to play with me! He’s a little bit much though...”

Wakatoshi went closer as Yuri continued in telling their story. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuri looked over and sighed. “Because look at you! Wakatoshi-Chan, you’re slouching. Don’t worry, he’s only in the background of my performance for tomorrow. Now come on! Chin up~! I need to pick out a good outfit for tomorrow! I wanted you to help!”

Wakatoshi was too tired to disagree, despite him having promised his mother to babysit the twins. That morning. He knew Grandmother Nijiko would tell Ms. Ushijima, and he knew he would be subjected to the marsh cleaning, but, seeing Yuri’s smile as they picked out a strawberry shirt for their suit, was enough for him to think;

 “Who cares?”

Wakatoshi was benched. Coach Saito had explained to Wakatoshi that he had to maintain his speed before he could be put back on the court. Which was perfect. During lunch, privately, he practiced. It was better for him then.

No more Karasuno Crows.

But tonight, the concert hall had changed. However, Wakatoshi's face was non wipeable of his scowl. He wore a hand me down of Mr. Utsui’s suit. It smelled horrible. It was stiff.

“Ah~, Yuri-kun!” Choboyo was indeed a young man, with a stubble, messy and sleek white hair, his eyes a never-ending black.

Wakatoshi scowled as he watched Yuri hug him. Yuri wore a lovely green suit, their hair pulled back.

They were so beautiful.

“Choboyo! This is my boyfriend, Ushijima Wakatoshi. He’s a volleyball player- He’s going to the National Championship!”

The young men stared at each other. Wakatoshi nodded. “Good luck.”

“We say break a leg, actually.” He only despised him even more, now. “Come on, Yuri,” Wakatoshi eyed his hand. His right hand lingered on Yuri’s waist, on their shoulders, and on their hands.

Wakatoshi sighed to himself.

Yuri turned. “Is something wrong?” Choboyo also looked, raising a white eyebrow of his. Wakatoshi gripped his fists and he scowled at Choboyo.

“You like Yuri-Chan. My partner.”

“Wakatoshi—!”

“I won’t lie.” Choboyo took his hands off Yuri, “They’re very attractive.”

Wakatoshi widened his eyes. He didn’t expect the man to just admit it. It was almost like he was trying to be a pervert.

“E-excuse us,” Yuri put a hand to Choboyo’s chest. “I-I’ll be right there.” Yuri sighed as Choboyo smirked to himself, kissed their hand, and walked away.

Wakatoshi stepped closer. “Do you not see this? He’s a pervert.”

“It’s one performance,” Yuri said, rubbing their arm. “Don’t you realize this is why I’ve been asking you to be with me? W-why I’ve been playing more around you, and not practicing here? I know.” 

He blinked. He wanted to say something. Anything. He gulped. He blinked. “Yuri-Chan. I do not think you should play with him.”

Yuri looked up with teary eyes. “If you’re not going to be here to support me right now, I-I want you to leave. I can’t do this right now, ‘Toshi. I want to take a break.”

He gulped. “Yuri, perhaps you should think straight. D-don’t—.”

“I’ll see you around.” They turned around, and just like that, Wakatoshi again, was alone.

☆彡

Wakatoshi locked the door behind him. He sat on his bed. It creaked. Across the hall, he heard the twins.

The twins.

He got up as fast as he could, and he went to their room. Everything in the room was painted pink, and had little birds that twittered happily with the characters of bird songs next to their beaks. The room was split into Mayumi’s play space, and then Kazane’s.

Wakatoshi squatted down. 

The twins were on the floor, Mayumi’s foot was in her mouth. Kazane was trying to climb back in her crib. Her left hand was on the crib. Wakatoshi picked up Kazane, and started to hum.

Before he had heard his mother and father fight, he actually wanted to sing. He remembered seeing his father’s sisters all perform and sing. It made him stare in awe. The twirling of their batons, of their voices, their silks. Wakatoshi adored it. He once thought of himself there, dancing.

It was Grandfather Ushijima Touma who frowned at catching him. “Nijiko.” he had stated firmly. “He is pretending to be a daughter.” Wakatoshi had never felt such pain as he did that evening.

But being an artist was worse. That was when they discovered he had a tendency to write with his left hand. Just like the exiled Uncle Hideaki. He was supposedly in Germany.

“You had let him draw?!” cried Ms. Ushijima. Her parents stood next to her. She gripped his hand. “Does this look right to you? Huh, Takashi?!” 

It was only his father. Little, nothing for brains, Mr. Utsui, who stood in front of his son. “He’s just a boy! He’ll use it for-for something great! You just wait!”

Wakatoshi picked up Mayumi as well, and began to hum. He began to quietly sing the lullaby. An old song. It was about change. About the discovery of an island. About how the tide changed with each roll onto the warm sand. Yes, everything to the nude eye was the same, but change happened. With tradition, came slow, but sure, change.

He lifted his baby sisters above him. He teared up. “This forbidden, new world, on a summer day we meet.” Mayumi was the only one awake now. He hummed as he knelt beside her. “On a summer day, we will meet again, Imoto-san.”

“Wakatoshi?” The boy turned, with teary eyes as Mayumi drifted into sleep. Mr. Utsui stood there, his mouth slack open. He closed it. “I didn’t know you sang.”

“Me either.” Wakatoshi stood up.

Mr. Utsui looked away, “Ah- well, Wakatoshi, why don’t we go outside?” He nodded and stood, awkwardly following him outside.

The sun was setting to the west of the Ushijima Acres. Wakatoshi sat on an old swing. Mr. Utsui sat next to him. Wakatoshi made sure not to look at his father; for he smelled horribly.

“Son, I- well, I have some news about you and your sisters.” Wakatoshi looked at him. Mr. Utsui had gained many splotches of white on his face, and wrinkles.

“Yes?”

“I got a job out of Miyagi Prefecture. I’m taking the twins with me. You will continue to live with your mother.”

Wakatoshi paused. He looked out at the sunset. “No.”

Mr. Utsui wheezed out of his age, “I beg your pardon?”

“You have not been here for the divorce. You were not there for Oka-san when she gave birth. You were not there to take care of the girls. You were not even here for me.” Wakatoshi looked at the sun, and it disappeared.

“You do not deserve the twins.”

The boy got up, before he stopped. His shirt was caught on something. He tugged. To no avail. He tugged and he- Wakatoshi had stumbled, back, he was trying to regain himself.

But everything flashed.

Yuri. 

Kazane. 

Mayumi. 

Mr. Utsui.

Ms. Ushijima.

Grandmother Nijiko

Grandfather Touma.

Kei.

Shoyo.

Himself.

Wakatoshi had fallen into the marsh, and he had passed out into the water.

☆彡

Wakatoshi awoke, to Kazane biting his finger. He gasped, and he groaned. He began to gently flex his body, and groan again. “O-oka-san-?”

“Hold still.” Ms. Ushijima scrubbed his body. “You nearly drowned in the lake. Ugh, look at the water! Oka-san!” she cried. She wore a bra- she never wore such things. Sweatpants?

Were Satori’s theories true? Did alternate universes exist?

“Oka-san- agh- I-I cannot-,”

Ms. Ushijima smacked his face. Satori was wrong, alternate universes did not exist. “Still, I said! You banged up your knee pretty badly.”

Wakatoshi sat up, practically leapt up, but he moaned loudly in pain. “N-No, no. No-  O-oka-san- please- I can’t-!”

“Shut up, you’ll heal if you sit still!”

Wakatoshi looked up, and started to cry. “I-I won’t win. Oka-san,” he hugged her, he cried in her neck. “I-I won't a-able to play! I’ll fail at nationals! Tell me!!” He held her tightly as he looked at her.

Ms. Ushijima stared down at her son.

Wakatoshi had clear snot on his upper lip. His tears were salty, and stained his cheeks as they dripped down into the tub. He was only in his bare underwear. The water was marshy. He had a rose colored bruise blossom on his knee.

Ms. Ushijima took his chin. “Listen to me, Wakatoshi. If you sit absolutely still, I’ll see what I can do. Just,” she heard the baby whimper.

“O-oni. . .” one of the twins started to cry.

Wakatoshi sniffled, and he looked at Kazane. Ms. Ushijima gave the baby to him. “Kazane-kun, go comfort your Oni-tan.”

“Oni~!” Kazane wrapped her chubby arms around him, then Mayumi as Ms. Ushijima placed her on him. Mayumi, adorably, finished her sister’s sentence, “tan!”

Wakatoshi smiled, and he softly cried, as Ms. Ushijima lifted up his right leg. “It’s alright, Wakatoshi-tan, I’m here.” She held it with care, and repeated, quietly as she wet some rags, “I’m here.”

☆彡

It was the night of the concert. Wakatoshi wore his school outfit, despite it being the weekend. He told his parents it’s on school grounds. They did not argue.

Goshiki found out about his injury. He had gotten the word out. Wakatoshi had been numb the entire night. He went to bed the night before, sleeping with his sisters in their room. He had awoken to their stuffed animals on his face.

Mr. Utsui chuckled about how their first word was for their elder brother. Grandmother Nijiko spoke nothing as she ate breakfast with him.

Satori sat next to Wakatoshi, wearing a hoodie, and he smiled. “Yuri-kun looks awfully pretty today, huh Wakatoshi-kun~?”

Wakatoshi said nothing. He only looked down. Strangely, he did not want to get up this morning. He did not want to do anything. He felt as if he should retire from life.

The Miracle Boy was supposed to be strong.

Never to get hurt.

And yet, here he was. Pathetically existing next to his family. He did not even mention to them that Yuri did not love him anymore. He did not tell anyone, either, of his sisters moving away from him.

They sat on his lap though, pacifiers in their mouths.

“Wakatoshi-kun, your sisters are so so so cute!” Satori laughed as he picked up Mayumi. She began to whine, aher pigtails bouncing as her blue eyes stared at Satori in fury. She fussed before Wakatoshi gently put her on his lap.

“She does not like to be held from under the arms. Only by her stomach, Despite her being ticklish there, she loves it.”

Satori smiled softly. “You love them a lot. Were they there for you when-?”

Wakatoshi nodded. “Yes. They were born right after. Oka-san was tired. They kept me company.” He paused. “I do not know what to do without them.”

Satori sighed softly, “I understand.”

The lights dimmed. A hush over the audience. The auditorium was huge and packed.

Yuri, and Choboyo came out. Yuri was so uncomfortable. Their eyes looked down at the ground. Choboyo grabbed the microphone. “Thank you, everyone, for our performance tonight! I gotta say- Yuri has something great planned out!”

The two turned to the middle of the stage. Yuri nodded. They held a different violin. It was not theirs.

Choboyo went to his grand piano proudly, and he looked at Yuri’s body, then at their eyes. They both looked at each other, finally, nodded and looked away. After a few seconds, Choboyo started off.

Wakatoshi hated it. He pounded a key, then followed it as if he was trying to sing a love song for Yuri.

Despite the famous classical song, it was still the one Yuri had played what seemed like eons ago. The Swan.

Here it went by the Carnival of Animals.

But Wakatoshi knew what Yuri was trying to replicate. But their music, their bow, the sound made Wakatoshi cringe.

It was not the joy, peaceful, calm song Yuri played in the land. Here, mixed in with Choboyo’s romantic noise; was their song of sorrow. They focused, as if on the music, and not on their own play.

Wakatoshi looked down. Two birds. One defeated. Another attack for more.

The song ended.

Wakatoshi clapped, his hands smacking like thunder, and Yuri looked at him, just for a moment. They went backstage, and the next duo came out. The song was the infamous Clair De Lune.

“Wakatoshi?”

He looked at his dad beside him. Mr. Utsui showered the night before due to falling in the marsh to save Wakatoshi. He had done his hair. He had also shaved.

“Your mother and I talked, we decided that I’ll live here. After my first paycheck I’ll get a good car, so I can drive in and out of the Prefecture. And, son?” Mr. Utsui moved in closer.

Wakatoshi suddenly teared up. When he was little, he remembered exactly how his father smelled when he protected him from the traditional rules that had ached his once frail bones.

Like hot sand.

Mr. Utsui, in that moment, murmured into Wakatoshi’s ear, as the song had ended, “I am so proud you got into Nationals. Keep working hard. Keep getting stronger for us.”

As Wakatoshi’s hot tears fell, he whispered, looking at his father, “T-Thank you, Oto-san.”

☆彡

Wakatoshi had bounced the ball. He stood firmly on his right leg. He breathed in deeply. He eyed his friend across from him, and Mr. Utsui who held the twins. Mayumi was on the sand, babbling and trying to eat it.

“Imoto-san, do not try to eat the sand, okay?” Wakatoshi looked across to his sister.

“Oni~!” Kazane cried with a laugh.

Wakatoshi chuckled, and he gently bounced the ball. The sand underneath his sneakers. His deep and panting breath. He looked at his friend with a soft smile.

Satori panted himself, his red hair sticking to his forehead. He only smiled widely with happiness.

Wakatoshi breathed deeply, and calmed himself.

Satori and he, underneath the midnight moon.

Wakatoshi served. Satori dived under and threw the ball up, before spiking. Wakatoshi, with great speed, blocked and Satori read him. Satori gathered himself again to throw the ball, set, then spike. Now Wakatoshi served it to himself, and he quickly set it. He now went to the left, and spiked hard right. Satori tried to follow for a moment, before he watched the ball slam beside him. Satori, however, blocked enough to make a dump. Wakatoshi nodded.

A great defense.

Satori smiled with a small breath of relief, “Wakatoshi-kun, I love playing with you, but you scare me.”

The young man smiled as he went underneath the net to get it. “I try my best to be a Strong Monster as well.”

“How scary!” Satori gasped, and Wakatoshi took the ball. He spun the ball as Mr. Utsui cheered happily.

“Go Wakatoshi-kun!”

“Are you okay? I know your dad is back.” Satori said quietly.

Wakatoshi turned around. “It’s okay. I-I’m not happy he is back.”

Satori widened his eyes. “Oh?”

Wakatoshi sat beside him against the barn. The Ushijima space was so peaceful now. Not in a flash as he usually saw it. Wakatoshi took a deep breath again. “He came to announce he lost his job. He told me he was happy and I was happy. Not that he was proud.” Wakatoshi began to practice throwing the ball up and setting, as if it was instinct. “I was thinking. I am not happy. We nearly lost, Satori.”

His friend looked up at the stars. “I wanted to quit after that game.”

Wakatoshi stopped. He looked at his friend. “But you have so much—,”

“Those memories won’t stop flowing. Once we win nationals, Wakatoshi-kun, that’s when I’ll stop. Seeing your smile hold that big, big trophy, that’s when I’ll quit. Because then you won’t need me, and I won’t need you anymore.” Satori smiled. “I love you.”

Wakatoshi opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it. He closed his eyes, before he looked at Satori. “I love you too, Satori. Thank you for being by my side.”

They both, slowly, turned to gaze at the stars.

“So, you’ll recommend me for a movie interview, right Wakatoshi-kun?”

“Perhaps.”

☆彡

Snow drifted down. It fell against Yuri’s umbrella.

“Wait!”

Yuri stopped walking, and took out their earbuds as they turned around. They widened their eyes. “Wakatoshi-ch-? What are you- Why are you running?” Yuri started.

Wakatoshi winced, and he sighed. He hid a huge dandelion bouquet behind his back, with a small box.

“Yuri-Chan.” the young man panted, “I-I am not the strongest. I lost a lot of things in the past few days. I gained some of them back.” He showed the bouquet, and the box.

“I should have focused on you, my flower. On your music. I went to your concert. You did not practice, did you? It is alright. I do not want to jump back to our relationship if you are not ready. I believe we should go back to the beginning, Yuri-Chan. If you like, we can go back to my farm, and I can listen to you play, and play, and play until we fall asleep.”

Wakatoshi, after a moment, opened the box. There was Yuri’s dream sapphire blue rosin. One swipe, said the ad on it, and the bow is brand new.

“I will always love you. But I was not okay. Now, if you take me back, I will be. Then I will never break that promise.”

Yuri looked at his big tearful eyes. “I love you, stupid!” Yuri cried and they jumped on him, tackling him. The couple held each other, with laughter and deep chuckles as they cuddled close in the soft winter wind. In an act of warmth, Yuri hugged. In an act of love, Wakatoshi kissed. 

The couple was late for their classes that morning.

☆彡

Wakatoshi rinsed his face in the sink, lightly with cold water. Goshiki stood beside him by making faces. Reon patted the youngster’s back, and laughed. Eita instructed, but also listened to Kenjiro. Satori sang to himself.

The clinking of the lights above the young man began to go into a rhythm. His eyes tilted up, and he blinked. Once. Twice. And again.

He, and his teammates, were in a full purple volleyball outfit. The Number One on his shirt was bold white. His muscles flexed gently when he looked at his short olive hair. His eyes glimmered seeing where he was. How he was there.

The young man smiled to himself.

“Great Eagles.” The young man who played volleyball said, “Let’s finish this.”

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