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ooo-yeah-baby · 1 year

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Wandering Eyes

Yan!Gilbert Blythe x f!reader

I only write sfw, not proof read, noncon hugging/forced hug, feel free to send requests

Gilbert has always been nice. He has always been well liked and popular. There have never been noticeable flaws in him.

You didnt know him very well. It's not like you were strangers, you just never really got a chance to talk to one another. Which was why it was so weird when you began to notice him stealing glances at you *every so* very often.

The glances quickly turned into staring. You thought there was something wrong with you at first. Maybe you had something in your hair or your clothes were messed up. As it continued happening you began to think you were being conceited.

But you could feel his eyes burning the back of your head. Especially that day.

At lunch you sat with the other girls in your little nook, whispering about unimportant topics. You sat by the window.

It got to the topic of boys, like it always did. You didn't have much interest in the conversation. It usually began with someone bringing up a boy and Ruby saying how sad and handsome he his. You decided it was best to just tune it out this time around.

Of course when you're not paying attention to one thing you're paying attention to another.

Gilbert. You could see him peeking at you from the space in the sheet that Dianna and Anne had put up. "Why was he staring? What did he want? Its creepy." You fidgetted with your dress as you tried not to make it obvious that you were uncomfortable.

Suddenly you felt a hand clasp yours.

"Are you okay, y/n?" Anne said, bumping you from your panicked state.

"Huh? Oh- yeah. I'm fine. Thank you, Anne," you smiled and squeezed her hand.

Truthfully, you were irked.

After school you hurried to get your things and ran after Gilbert.

"Blythe!" You yelled as you approached him.

"Y/n?" He said turning to you, a light blush reaching his cheeks. "W-what is it? Is everything okay?"

"No. It's not." You stopped in front of him. "Why do you keep staring at me?" You lunged directly into the topic. "Did I do something? Do you have something to tell me? If you do then say it!"

Gilbert was flustered. It took him a moment before he sputtered something out.

"No! You didn't do anything!" He grabbed your hand, tracing his finger around your palm as he looked at it. A shy smile grew on his face.

"Then why are you staring at me?" You quirked a brow, now being more confused than ever.

"Well, I guess there's no use hiding it." He shrugged. He intertwined his fingers in yours and began walking, of course you followed, warily, he was practically dragging you.

You got a ways away from the school before he finally piped up. "Y/n, you aren't courting anyone? Are you?" He asked. You felt his thumb rub against the back of your hand. You shook your head in response.

You could see his eyes twinkle. "Well... I'd like to," he swallowed mid sentence, "court you."

"What?" You stopped walking. Gilbert looked worried. "Gilbert, I'm flattered but... I mean, we don't even really know each other."

You felt his grip on your hand tighten. For a second Gilbert looked panicked but he brushed it off with a nervous laugh and a smile.

"Of course we know each other! We've been going to school together for years." He rubbed the back of his neck. He could tell you weren't budging and that he was making you uncomfortable but he also didn't know if he'd ever get a chance like this again.

"Gilbert, I'm sorry but I can't court you. Now, please, let go of my hand." You began to pull back your hand but he wouldn't let go.

"N-no!" He pulled you closer to him and grabbed your free hand. His breathing became erratic. "You don't mean that. I mean, how could you mean that? I've never done anything wrong. How could you not like me?"

"Gilbert you're scaring me!" You struggled in his grasp but he pulled you in for a hug.

"Y/n I love you."

"Gilbert you're delusional! We barely know each other!" You squirmed against him but he wouldn't budge on his hold.

He didn't respond. He was hugging you so tight that you could feel his body heat. His breath brushed the place between your neck and the shoulder of your dress.

"Gilbert if you don't let go I'm going to scream." You spoke firmly as you pushed on his chest.

He didn't let go though. Maybe he was testing whether you'd actually do it. Maybe he didn't hear you, too wrapped up in the feeling of him having you in his arms, wrapped up in him.

He didn't want to let go.

"Scream then." His grip tightened as he waited for your response. A smile grew on his face after basking in the few seconds of silence.

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proserpina-magnus · 3 years

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Yay your requests are open! 😄 Could you pleeeease write a Dom poly!marauders (no Peter) x sub!reader, where it’s a new-ish relationship between the 4 and the reader breaks her first rule, leading to her first punishment and they can all see she’s nervous so they are soft!doms during (you can decide the rule she breaks and the punishment🙊) and the aftercare they give her 🥺

Yes absolutely, it’s kinda rough and I didn’t realize how lengthy it was! This is actually not that good and the aftercare could be better but I hope you like it!

First Punishment’s (R.L, J.P, S.B)

Reader: fem (she/her)

Word count: 2.6

Warning: swearing, rule breaking, spanking, bratty reader (sorta), d/s (sorta heavy?) Remus is the main dom, safe words are definitely in place, lots of aftercare and praises, reader becomes a cry baby super fast, soft doms, Sirius actually doesn’t show up that much and that sucks :(

p.s: my bad spelling also plays a role in this!

There were only a few solid rules the Marauders had set for you, no back talk, no touching yourself sexually without permission, and always thank them when they give you something. They had a few smaller rules specifically for themselves, such a James saying you can’t cuss while Sirius allows it. Remus has to approve your outfit before going out to hogsmeade. Sirius, surprisingly, doesn’t have many rules other than the main ones.

It must have been a bad day or you just felt bratty, because you had been tempting their rules all day. You had gone out to hogsmeade with your dorm mates, not checking with Remus about your outfit. When you returned, a bag full of honey duke treats, you got stopped by Remus in the hallway. He shoo’d your dormmates away, an eyebrow raised with his hands crossed over his chest.

You shrunk slightly, fiddling with the edge of your rather small skirt that Sirius had gifted to you just days ago.

“Bun, did you forget to do something?” He asked and you nodded. Yet you and Remus both knew you had done it on purpose.

“What did you forget?”

“To check with you,” you mumbled, distracting yourself with flattening the fabric of James jumper you had stolen.

“To check with me about what?”

“M’outfit,” you whispered and you caught Remus's stern look and spoke up. “M’outfit sir,”

“mmh,” was all he said, giving you an opportunity to apologize to him properly. You dug through your bag, taking out a chocolate bar you had gotten him.

“But I went to get you guys sweets!” You excused yourself, pushing the chocolate in Remus's hand. Remus shook his head, taking the chocolate. “Alright, I’ll let you off this time. But no matter what your excuse is, it doesn't mean you can go around flaunting your ass to Hogsmeade, understand?”

“I’m not flaunting my ass!” You exhaled quickly, pushing down your skirt as you began to get offended. Remus raised his eyebrow, “I’m sorry?” And you grew quiet. Real quiet.

“Hey lovely,” you heard James call from behind you, you had turned around to see him race down the hall and swing an arm around your waist, a big smile on his face.

“What’s the issue?” James got the tension and Remus motioned for you to explain yourself.

“Went to hogsmeade without checking my outfit with Remus,” you whispered rudely, James raised an eyebrow as he didn’t quite catch it.

“Hm? Speak up poppet,” he said, and you sighed and said it again louder this time.

“Oh let her off this one time Remus, she must have forgotten,” James defended you, rubbing your back so you knew he was on your side.

“I was,” Remus started, irking slightly as he recalled how you talked back. “But instead she told me off for my offer,”

James grew confused, looking down at you. “Love, that’s not true is it?” He asked, pinching your cheek and you pushed his hand away. You thought he was on your side.

“Remus said I was flaunting my ass! I wasn’t! And even if I was, what's the problem with that? I’ll flaunt my ass whenever I want!” You huffed, another small rule broke at your words. Remus rolled his tongue over his teeth, James folding his arms over his chest. Oh dear lord, you were in for it now if you kept going.

“This isn’t far, it’s 2 against one,” you pointed out as you now realized James wasn’t on your side. You copied them, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It wouldn’t have been 2 against one if you didn’t break a rule,” Remus reminded you, you grew frustrated.

“Well I don’t like your stupid rules,” you stated, now you began to get worried. Why did you keep talking, it wasn’t too late for you to apologize and say you were sorry.

“Up to our dorm,” James said roughly and grasped your elbow, you shook him off and stepped back. “No I don’t wanna,” you said and they both let out a laugh.

“Come on, we’re not asking again,” Remus said, you felt your nerves jitter. You’ve never been punished before and the worry began to build quickly.

“No,” you said, shaking your head as you took another step back. Your back hit a person and you cursed yourself. Without turning around, you knew it was Sirius. But hopefully, you prayed he was on your side. Sirius must have read your thoughts, because he quickly said a “they’re right bun, you know if you break a rule you get punished,”

You frowned, huffing out as you realized there wasn’t a chance to escape now. “Fine,” you muttered, pulling away from Sirius as you began to walk down the hall to the portrait. They followed behind, Remus shaking his head.

You stopped at the portrait, arms still crossed over your chest as they said the password and led you upstairs to their dorm. With the thud of the door being closed, you felt the need for a meltdown.

They hadn't discussed what kind of punishment went with each rule, they hadn’t thought they wouldn't need to punish their good girl. James had insisted you would never break a rule, but apparently he was wrong.

They picked up that you were worried, but they couldn’t just let it slide, you’d think that breaking rules was okay and that you could get away with it.

You walked over and set your bag down on James' dresser, sitting down on his bed, hands still folded over your chest.

“Okay, cool off,” James said and walked over to you. “I want you to know we aren’t punishing you while mad, that’s not how this is going to work,” he stated, and Remus nodded.

“We honestly hadn’t planned out a punishment, we thought you would be good,” Sirius said, that hurt. “I am good!” You replied, upset at the fact they didn’t think you were good.

“Hey, you’re not on thin ice anymore missy, I’d watch what you say if I were you,” Remus snapped and you went quiet with a frown.

“We know you’re a good girl,” James soothed over, giving a glare to Sirius. “That’s not what he meant,”

You began to open your mouth for a snappy comment, maybe even going as far as to call James dumb, but you closed your mouth and stayed silent. “Okay,” you nodded, “I understand,”

“You know why we have to punish you?” Sirius asked, and you nodded. “Say it, we want to know that you know what you did was wrong,”

“I broke a rule, well two rules,”

“Two rules?” Sirius questioned, he had missed the start of the backlash. “She went out to Hogsmeade without my permission for her outfit,” Remus cleared up.

“technically she actually broke three,” James said, your eyes opened as you looked over at him. How could he? You felt the need to cry, they seemed really upset. Who knew you would hate them being upset at you so much?

“Three?” You questioned in pure confusion.

“You cussed, you know I don’t like that,” James explained with a hand on your thigh, you nodded in defeat. “It’s alright, bun,” he kissed your cheek.

“James, don’t encourage that she can break your rules,” Remus advised and your shoulder slumped at the fact this wasn’t a time for you to get praises.

“Alright, let’s discuss punishments, she’s scared I don’t like that,” Sirius said and sat opposite of you, Remus took a seat on the chair by James dresser.

“You want us to list some?” James asked, “we won’t do anything without your permission,” he explained and rubbed your knee, you sighed but was a bit confused.

“You can use your safe word any time you feel unsafe, even during punishments. We never want you to be scared of us, okay?” Remus said, rubbing your cheek and you nodded. You leaned your face in his palm, you wanted to soak up all the affection before your punishment.

“We need clarification, you understand bun,” Sirius said, you opened your eyes when Remus pulled his hand away. “I understand, I can use my safe word whenever I need to, even during punishments,” you nodded along, slowly the nerves began to settle.

“Good girl,” James praised, “don’t think we’re going to praise you during punishments either, but since it’s your first time we’ll be more understanding,” Remus explained and you nodded.

“Alright, what about spanking? Not letting her cum for a certain amount of time? Degrading?” Sirius rushed out the ones off the type of his head, your stomach flipped at the word spanking.

They discussed punishments in front of you for a few minutes, some making you worry and others you nodded along like you’d enjoy it. You didn’t know why, but hearing them talk like you weren’t even there was making you feel dizzy.

“What about a simple time out? I don’t want to go all out for her first punishment, I don’t want her to be scared,” James said, rubbing your back gently.

“Let’s make her pick, that way she has control over the first punishment,” Remus said, looking away from Sirius as he kept his eyes on you. “We’ll let you pick this time, but don’t think you’ll get to pick the next time you break a rule,” he explained and you nodded.

“No punishment,” you choose and Sirius laughed, kissing your forehead. “That’s not how it works bunny,” he began and you sighed. You thought for another minute, spanking couldn’t be bad could it?

“I guess spanking,” you nodded, Remus nodded but James wasn’t so sure. “I don’t know, I still think we should give her a time out, maybe even not let her speak for a day or so,” James said, Sirius didn’t agree.

“She wants to be spanked, we’ll spank ‘er,” Sirius said, patting your thigh.

“The whole point of a punishment is that we don’t do what she wants, it’s not a punishment if she likes it,” James explained, you began to worry again.

“I don’t wanna do something scary,” you say, you thought about the discussion of the things you definitely didn’t want to do at the first of your relationship. Were they going to do something that was past your boundary? At the thought alone, you began to sob.

“James look what you did, you’re scaring her,” Sirius rolled his eyes as he took you in his arms, shushing you gently as he rubbed your back.

“M’don’t wanna do things past my boundary,” you sobbed, they all softened at the miscommunication. “Oh no poppet, we would never go past your boundary, that’s not what a punishment is,” James sighed, you sniffled and pulled back, wiping your eyes. “No?”

“Of course not,” Remus clarified, “like we said, safe words can be used during any moment you feel unsafe, do you need to use it now? We can postpone the punishment until you’re ready,”

You shook your head, “no, the faster the punishment is over the faster I can be your good girl again,” you whispered.

“That’s right, just focus on that huh? We’ll be so proud of you for taking the punishment like a good girl,” Sirius said, looking over at James and Remus. They all agreed and you wiped your cheeks.

“Okay but how many spanks? And how hard?” You asked, they all thought for a moment, james and Sirius looking over at Remus for the final answer.

“20 or so? That seems fair,” Remus states and the latter agree, you felt confident with being able to handle 20. “But how hard?” You asked, James stood you up and you felt a hard smack against your ass. You yelped, hand going over to rub the now red skin.

“Does that count as one?” You question, Remus was about to say no but Sirius caught him off. “Might as well,” he states, “who’s giving the punishment? Cant be me cause I’ll enjoy it too much,”

“I want James,” you say, but James shakes his head. “You upset Remus' earlier love, I’ll give you 10 and Remus will give you the other,” he says, looking over at Remus to see if he agrees. The taller boy nodded.

After a few minutes of questioning, you had situated yourself on James lap. Sirius laid on his bed, clear view of your now exposed ass (James had previously risen your skirt and pushed down your panties). You took a deep breath, Remus explaining once again that you could use your safe word whenever you needed.

With the first official smack, you sucked in a breath. There was a certain excitement about it, even the boys felt their heart race as James abused your soft flesh with a couple more smacks. Your skin red on both cheeks, James even went as far as to hitting the low of your thigh.

After the tenth smack, you had begun to let tears slip past your waterline. Sniffling as you sat up and moved to sit in Remus' lap. Once sprawled out, you whispered a small choked out “okay” for Remus to continue where James left off.

Remus’s spanks we’re harder than James, by the fourth you had become a whimpering mess. Your apologies for misbehaving leaked out every smack, it was like dominos. Your skin felt raw to the touch, the spanks stung.

Remus applied the last smack quickly, Sirius sitting up as James fell to his knee beside the bed, stroking your hair. “You did such a good job, poppet, made us so proud,” James whispered as Sirius passed Remus some cream.

Your face deep in the sheets, sobs admitting loudly as you feel the cool cream get rubbed into your hot skin. Sirius rubbed your leg, Remus finished and flipped your skirt down to hide your reddened ass.

“Look at that, you took your first punishment so good,” Sirius said, Remus helped you sit up as you wrapped your arms around his collar.

“M’so so sorry, never break a rule again,” you sobbed, vowing to never receive another punishment. Even though they knew a punishment was necessary, they felt their hearts stop at the sound of your cry.

“Oh baby, shh. Let’s get you some candy from your bag,” Sirius says, grabbing the honey duke's bag as he rummages through it. Remus guides you away from his neck, sitting you down in his lap. You hissed, the contact not feeling good on your abused behind.

James had opened a water bottle for you, pushing in a straw and holding it for you to drink. You nodded your thanks and shakily took it, sipping it graciously. Your eyes were puffy and red, James wiped your face with a tissue, cleaning your mascara from your cheeks.

Sirius had opened a pack of peppermint patties for you, you chewed on it gently and leaned against Remus’s back. After they got you calmed down, the praises had been never ending.

“Look at you, took your first punishment so well,”

“Good girl, best sub we will ever have, hm?”

“Took the spanks so well didn’t she, prongs?”

“She’s such a good girl, don’t you think moony?”

You felt dizzy at their compliments, nodding as they all came tumbling in at once. Sirius had begun brushing your hair, James kissing your cheeks to make you laugh.

“So proud of you poppet,” James whispered in your ear, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he picked you up.

“Let’s go run you a bath and soothe your skin hm? Then will bring you dinner and you can rest with us tonight,” James said, stepping into the bathroom.

“Okay, I’d like that,” you nod tiredly, resting your head on James' chest. Maybe being bratty wasn’t so bad.

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canadadrye · 3 years

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honestly any kind of chase davenport fic is good maybe even a little jealousy involved

DO I WANNA KNOW?

chase davenport x GN!reader

request: yep!

note: inspired by the arctic monkeys song

warnings: cat's language, arguing, implied that reader has anxiety

word count: 1.1k

recently things in your life had been going downhill, and fast. family members getting sick, pets dying, you name it. all of this stress had caused you to become a lot more dependent on your best friend, leo, than normal. however, a certain other man in your life wasn't too happy about that. it was no secret that chase davenport had romantic feelings for you; in fact, you seemed to be the only person unaware of it. now this really irked him, all he wanted was to be able to call you his and that was the one thing he couldn't do. ever since you'd been seen clinging onto leo every time you had the chance, chase started growing distant and you really couldn't understand why. it was really bumming you out since you considered him to be your second closest friend, only being beat by leo by a close margin.

you arrived at school at your normal time, and for the first half of the day you were completely silent; not speaking, or looking, at a single person. when lunch time came you headed to the cafeteria, sitting in your normal spot between chase and leo. but this time, chase got up and asked bree to switch spots with him. for you, this was the final straw. he'd been such an ass to you recently and it really wasn't helping the already trashy mental state you were in. you leaned over to leo and whispered in his ear, "do you have any idea what his deal is? he's been acting super weird recently and i'm worried" you made sure to be quiet enough that no one other than him could hear you, you weren't looking to start anything. in fact, that was the last thing you wanted to do at this point. "honestly, i have no clue man. everyone's noticed but we're too scared to ask" he shook his head and went back to eating. you didn't bother responding, you wanted to save the already very little amount of energy you had. you went through the rest of the day barely being able to focus on your work, all you could think about was chase. you cared about him so much and seeing him act this way hurt far beyond what it should.

after a very long day, you went home to drop your backpack off in your room. ignoring your family, not ever bothering to look their way. you didn't want them to see you in such a pathetic state. putting in your earbuds and turning the volume up all the way, you texted leo letting him know you were on the way to the davenport residence. the trip there was relatively short but it felt like hours. tears pricked your eyes as you reflected on the recent weeks. watching one of your best friends drift away was horrifying, and all you could do was think about what you did wrong. "was i a horrible friend? did i put him through the same pain i'm going through?". those were just some of the questions racing through your mind. your breathing started to pick up pace as you entered through the doors of the mansion. you quickly found leo and engulfed him in a tight, desperate hug. he wiped the tears away from your face and encouraged you to go talk to chase. "shh, it's okay. whatever happens we'll conquer it together!" you gave him one final hug and headed down to the lab.

the elevator ride down was absolutely gut wrenching. your heart sunk into your stomach and you were shaking more than you ever have. the doors open and you stepped out, meeting the hazel eyes of the man causing your racing heartbeat. "hey, chase... we need to um- talk" you fidgeted with your hands, not able to look at his face. "what is there to talk about? i don't think anything needs to be said" his words were harsh, piercing through your chest in a way that you'd never really felt before. you fought back tears and tried to continue the conversation, "i'm worried about you, really... you've been, how do i say this- uhm distant? recently... i guess" you started rubbing at the ends of your sleeves, something that you'd been known to when thrown into situations like this. "i don't know what you mean" he sarcastically threw out, working on something you couldn't quite see. "listen i really- i just want to know what's wrong" you felt defeated, you weren't sure why, but you did. "what's wrong? you want to know whats wrong? well i'll tell you what's wrong, i've loved you for MONTHS, i've put in so much TIME and EFFORT trying to get you to notice me-" he felt himself getting worked up, he truthfully couldn't believe he was saying these things out loud "-and all i get in return is seeing you latch onto my GODDAMN STEP-BROTHER of all people! i don't understand why you don't just get with him at this point- it's so obvious you like him!" he ran his hand through his hair, hoping to calm himself down. you were left speechless, it had never even crossed your mind that he might like you. you'd never thought of him in that way, simply because you didn't think it was possible for him to feel any way other than platonically for you. you didn't say anything, you couldn't even if you wanted to. words refused to escape your mouth, you felt tears rush down your face and you didn't try to fight it because you knew couldn't. "i don't even WANT to know what you're thinking about saying, i think it's best if you just lea-" he was about to finish his sentence when he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his waist. he was thrown off, his mind scrambling to find any conclusion he could come to. everything made sense to you, why everything he did made such an imprint on you. why his words hurt you so much more than they would if they came from anyone else. you sobbed into his chest, you couldn't hold anything back anymore. it felt like a train of emotions just hit you, like a wave swallowing you whole. he pulled away from the hug, confused but no longer angry. "chase i-" you hiccuped "everything makes so much sense now i... i feel the same" you mustered up a weak smile, looking up towards him. he didn't say anything, he just cupped your cheek in his hand and placed a small kiss on your forehead before he pulled you into a deep hug. that night you stayed at the davenports, not wanting to leave chase's side.

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glossywife · 3 years

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After He Lost Everything [E] | Kaede Manyuda

Word Count: 3300+

Rating: Explicit (vaginal sex, photo taking)

A/N: Originally posted on AO3 last July 2020. Like or reblog if you liked it! Requests open!

Summary: After Kaede lost everything, he thought he'd lose you too. However, you prove him wrong and he repays you in a different way.

01 ; 02 (soon)

You sat on your fiancé's lap, your arms around his neck while his hand rested on your exposed thigh because of the shortness of your uniform.

Kaede's hair had turned white after he gambled with Yumeko Jabami, a girl whose name has been mentioned here and there since she came. You've never met her though, mainly because you've also just gotten back from a vacation from Paris—a trip you asked Kaede to come with you but obliged because of his student council responsibilities. Sometimes, the council irked you because it took too much of Kaede's time, but you thought it was hot anyway that he led the students.

The stares of Kaede's classmates were nothing to you by now as some watched both of you lose appropriate space for each other in the classroom during lunch break. You were immune to it. Besides, the stares were only from new students who didn't know who you were and found your actions with Kaede rather inappropriate. You'll never admit it, but sometimes, you like it when they stare. It makes you push yourself more to Kaede, testing how much they can watch. The older students knew to mind their own business. Otherwise, you'd challenge them to a gamble. All of which resulted in their loss and ended up being a house pet, your house pet.

"What are you thinking?" you whispered into his ear seductively while you led his hand up your skirt. It was for this reason you didn't bother wearing like some of the other girls.

Kaede shook his head, obviously out of himself, "Aren't you ashamed?"

You stopped with your advances and paused for a short moment, "Of what?"

"Of me. I lost a gamble, and I even became a house pet. Thanks to you I was able to pay off the debt."

There was an obvious defeat in Kaede's face that you weren't used to seeing. You had always seen Kaede in his usual confident stance. His moves were always calculated that he wasn't afraid of anything. And you loved that about him. But today was different. No. It was since you returned and was surprised to see how his hair changed while he welcomed you back from the airport. He looked shaken, lost, and forlorn that not even a quickie in the airport bathroom did so much to uplift his spirits.

A mischievous smile escaped your lips, "Don't worry," you traced his clothed chest, "You can pay me back with something else. Come to my house later?"

You meant to tease him, but when his eyes met yours, you found that it actually made him a little more nervous. He sighed, "Does your father know? What if he breaks off our engagement?"

The smile washed off from your lips. This time, you felt his sadness. Kaede really lost himself.

"Babe," you said firmly while you caressed his cheek. "No one's going to break off our engagement, okay? Don't worry."

At first, you never meant to go along with your father's wish to be engaged with someone you didn't know. You only planned to come along and pretend you were going to obey. But once you saw who it was, and how you were turned on from how he brought himself up—confident, calculating, smart, and mesmerizing. Your plans changed and you agreed to become his bride. Besides, the sex was good.

You never asked, but you had a feeling that Kaede had planned the same too until both of you had feelings for each other.

Kaede, finally, smiled though it was a weak one. He looked relieved by your answer. For once, he was thankful that you didn't leave his side after he had lost everything.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the start of classes.

You groaned in his lap, pouting. Kaede chuckled at you. From his peripheral, Kaede caught a glimpse of Ryuunosuke, who was looking at the both of you silently.

Kaede noted that Ryuunosuke had been trying to get your attention. He guessed that Ryuunosuke was probably going to try to hit on you after he fell rock bottom. Unfortunately for Ryuunosuke, you didn't leave him. And so, Ryuunosuke had nothing else to do but to watch you as you sat on Kaede's lap shamelessly in the classroom with all the other students. How he wished it was him.

There was an inexplicable emotion building inside Kaede. It annoyed him how someone looked at his girl far too long. To think that the guy even liked her. To Kaede, only he is allowed to look at her like that, like stripping her off of her clothes. And he thought of an idea.

You were about to stand up from Kaede's lap to go back to your respective classroom, but it shocked you when he held you down, stopping you. And it shocked you more when he kissed you, shamelessly and aggressively, forcing his tongue inside your mouth.

Though you were used to being inappropriate with Kaede, Kaede never once initiated anything other than a quick kiss on the lips in public. At the back of your mind, you questioned whether you should be doing this, but it turned you on more than it should.

You closed your eyes and reciprocated his wet kisses.

Kaede took a guilty peek. He was greeted by your closed eyes, then he looked over at Ryuunosuke, who quickly averted his gaze when it met Kaede's, with red ears.

During the ride to your house, you almost couldn't take your hands off of Kaede. You just wanted to suck his dick. Be sorry after what had happened to him. Be his cum dump and turn all his frustrations to you.

"What's gotten into you?" you asked and you couldn't push back your smile as he laced his fingers on yours.

Kaede's eyes were straight on the road. He placed a peck on your hand that held his while the other was on the steering wheel.

"Nothing," there was a ghost smile on his lips.

You didn't like how he had been acting sad lately. But it reminded you how Kaede seemed to be more laid back after he lost. What you didn't know was it's because of you, how you didn't leave, or judge him. And thankfully, how you had paid off his debts before anyone even touched him as a house pet.

You watched him silently with a grin and your heart melted. It was all you could ever ask for.

Then your phone beeped, signaling a message. You turned to your pocket to get it, not removing your hand on Kaede's.

With one hand, you typed in your passcode, revealing your wallpaper of your trip with Kaede to Times Square. The memory brought a smile to your face.

In the picture, Kaede had his arms wrapped around you with a grin that reached his eyes under his glasses, making it look chinky. He wore a green parka over a black turtleneck and denim pants. On the other hand, you held Kaede's hands around you with the same smile, wearing a spaghetti-strapped blue plaid dress. The two of you looked so radiant among the busy, dull crowd from behind.

You noted how Kaede hated the crowd. He even made remarks here and there. But when you spontaneously asked a native to snap a photo of you with your boyfriend, it didn't seem to translate into the picture because he looked so happy. Besides, it was one of the rare moments you were able to force Kaede on a trip with you because of his role in the council. Kaede was the prime example of always working, always doing something. Sometimes, you hated it really.

Nearly everyone would define Kaede as someone who only smiled when something goes his way, but with you, it was different. It was genuine. That made you smile.

Unknown Number :

Hi, (Y/N). I got your number from Runa. I was wondering if you could meet me tomorrow after school? This is Ryuunosuke btw.

The message made your eyebrows furrow, ' Who's Ryuunosuke?'

"Who is it?" Kaede gave you a short glance before he quickly turned his attention on the road again.

You shrugged, "I don't know."

Without replying, you put your phone back in your pocket, then placed a quick peck on Kaede's hand on yours.

Only the sound of your make out session with Kaede filled your big room, while you both lay on your soft, white sheets.

Kaede's blazer had been discarded and his tie was loose, while you were only in your shirt skirt and your blouse's first buttons were opened, showing your cleavage.

You looked so sexy on top Kaede as you led the kiss. His hands continuously traveled to your exposed thighs and then rested on your ass. Slowly, his fingers reached for your panties, feeling the wetness of the material, making you moan against his mouth. Kaede grinned at that.

You broke the kiss, sitting on top of Kaede's dick, feeling his hardness while you slowly rubbed yourself on him. You bit your lip to tease him as you threw your head back and closed your eyes.

Though sex wasn't new to the both of you, Kaede couldn't help but be mesmerized by your beauty and your gorgeous body. He reached for his phone on the bed, snapping a photo of you. The sound made you open your eyes.

"Should I pose for you, babe?"

Kaede's erection grew harder. He was thrilled to have another set of photos in his unending collection of your lewd photos both you sent and he took. Kaede's had a lot of photos of you but never in your uniform. Thinking of having your photo in the uniform excited him.

You positioned yourself in the bed on all fours, your ass facing the end, and turning your upper body a little to the side so that your head would still be seen. You arched your ass up and your back was a reversed 'C.'

Kaede snapped a photo, then he went near you to lift your skirt, showing your white lace panties and quickly rubbing your pussy before he backed away to snap another photo. Kaede smiled when he checked it to see you sticking your tongue out in a lewd manner.

"Is that good enough for you?" you asked while you slowly crawled his way.

"Hmm," Kaede reached for the buttons of your blows before tearing it apart, showing your breasts covered with matching lace brassiere.

Once you were on the bed, kneeling before him, he caressed your face and stuck his thumb in your mouth. You gladly sucked on it, never breaking your stare into his eyes even as he took another photo of you in the position.

Kaede made you pose more, each one being so embarrassing but it made you feel wetter. You were happy you were of good service to him while you were on all fours and had your face on the bed and your ass high up. While he took photos, you wondered when he's going to fuck you.

Finally, he let you sit on his lap, feeling his bulge against your thin cloth. He caressed your breast with one hand while the other caressed your thigh.

"You know why I like our uniform on you?" he breathed into your neck. "Because the shortness of the skirt makes me peek at your thighs," he pressed your thigh hard it left red marks.

"But sometimes it annoys me that some boys can see it too," he continued. "But whenever you go push yourself to me at school, it fades away because they know who's fucking you at the end of the day."

His dirty talks turned you on.

"You know I'm yours," you whispered.

"I know," he only put your panties to the side and inserted one finger, slowly and gently. "I'm the only one who gets to do this to this pussy."

"It's so wet. You're welcoming all of me," he inserted another finger.

The sensation made you bite your lip and your hand reached for Kaede's nape from behind you while you had your back on him.

You moaned in pleasure, "When are you going to fuck me?"

Kaede hissed, his hand found your tits and squeezed it harshly, making you yelp.

"You're fucking nasty," he whispered against your ear while he took out your breasts and played with your erect nipples.

Kaede tore your blouse, the buttons flying off, then yanking it completely away. You were only left with your brassiere that no longer covered your tits and skirt.

He pushed you to the center of the bed. You watched him as he removed his belt, the sight turned you on. He was finally going to fuck you.

You remember the first time Kaede first took your innocence. You lost to him in a gamble and he wished you to sit on his lap, which you did and ended up in a steamy make out session and losing your virginity. From then on, when Kaede gambles, you would tag along with him when you're bored and sit on his lap, feeling his erection while he gambled with a sinister expression on his face as he crushed his opponent. Afterward, you'd suck him off in the restroom. Though he looked so respectable and composed, he couldn't take his hands off you.

Once Kaede removed his pants, leaving him with only his unbuttoned shirt, and putting on a condom from your bedside, he joined you in the bed, positioning his erection on your wet pussy.

He only pulled your panties to the side and thrust. It was slow and gentle. Though you wanted to be fucked hard because of how much you missed him, you couldn't deny that you also loved how you felt the sensation more while he did it slowly.

Your tits softly bounced in his thrusts. Kaede's one hand rested on the bed for support while the other fondled your breast.

"Fuck, you're tight..." he grunted. ”No matter how much I fuck you. Ah..."

Kaede's hand from your breast found its way to your mouth, pulling your tongue. You stuck your tongue out like what he wanted. He watched you, legs wide open, tongue and tits out, while he fucked you. You looked like a slut to him, and you loved that.

Soon enough, Kaede groaned. He closed his eyes and quickly removed his dick from your pussy right after you came. He removed the condom and positioned his dick between your tits, asking for a boob job.

"I'm close, fuck..."

You gave him a boob job, every thrust meeting your mouth until he stuck his dick in your mouth and cum erupting in your mouth.

He watched as you opened your mouth to reveal the thickness of his cum. Then, you swallowed it all. Kaede looked pleased.

Kaede lied beside you and pulled the comforter to both your bodies, then pulled you closer.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," you smiled.

When you awoke, you noticed that Kaede was no longer beside you. Instead, you found him sitting on his side of the bed with your phone in his hand. He now wore a grey shirt and black boxers, which he got from his small side of your walk-in closet. Kaede would often sleepover and both of you agreed that he would keep some clothes in your house and vice versa. He was silent as he scrolled through your phone.

"Babe?" you called.

Kaede shot you a glance and showed you the messages on your phone like what you received earlier, "Since when are you receiving messages like this?"

You sat down on the bed while you hold the comforter to your body, "I'm not sure."

"It's when I fell from my position."

There was that same sadness in his voice again, the one you wanted to wipe off. You moved to his side and gave him a hug. "Don't think about it."

His eyebrows furrowed, "How can I not think about it? What if they take you from me, (Y/N)?"

"No one's taking me away. I'm all yours no matter what. Besides, we still have our investments, right? I checked."

When you and Kaede took your relationship seriously, both of you made joint investments. It was only a backup plan and one of the future sources of funds when the two of you decided to settle down.

"Hn," he touched your hands around his waist. "I won't touch it. It's ours. Not mine alone."

You smiled at his answer and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I love you."

Your fingers brushed his white hair, "I think I'm liking the hair. Can you keep it?"

Kaede looked at you, a little embarrassed and relieved at the same time, "Should I? It's kind of embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing! I like it actually," you kissed his forehead.

Kaede smiled, his palm found your bareback, stroking it. "Your skin is so soft."

"I keep it that way for my boyfriend," you smirked smugly.

"Fiancé, you mean," he corrected to which you laughed.

"Fiancé."

Soon enough, he started kissing you again, slowly lying you back down on the bed.

"Do you think you can fuck me like the usual? I miss you going rough on me," you asked when he broke away.

Kaede's expression changed to a menacing one, his eyes darkened and he suddenly choked you, "You want this?"

You stuck your tongue out in pleasure, "Yes!" you loved how he took advantage of you.

"Open your legs wide."

You obediently opened your legs wide, shamelessly flaunting your pink pussy lips to your fiancé. Kaede fingered you, inserting three fingers, making you moan. You feel the wetness of your pussy drip to your thigh until you felt his tongue on your vagina, licking and sucking. You pulled on his hair as you moaned. While he ate you, you massaged your tits.

The second time you came, Kaede slapped your ass to signal you to go on all fours. Once you did, he spanked your ass, you felt the skin jiggle at the contact. You shook your ass more, making sure to have your vagina in his sight too.

He positioned himself from behind you, his erection poking your opening. Once he inserted himself inside you, you gasped and quickly turned to look at him. You watched as he paid nonchalantly to your shocked expression while he had his mouth half-open as he thrust.

"You didn't put on a condom!"

Kaede opened his eyes and held your naked waist, feeling the warmth of his bare hands, "Shh."

"I'm not on the pill!" you hissed.

For so long, you've been asking Kaede to drop the condom and turn to pills, but he didn't want to because it doesn't exactly assure safety.

"That's a problem for tomorrow," he kissed your lips to shut you up.

"Besides, we still have our investments, right? Ahh.." he pulled on your (H/C) locks. "We can build a family anytime."

You grunted both in pain and in pleasure as he thrust inside you while he pulled on your hair. He put his weight on your back as he moved his hands on your breasts, massaging it. You felt him placing wet kisses on your bare shoulder.

Soon enough, his thrusts started to be more fast and rough. Both of you grunted in the sensation.

"I'm cumming!" he declared. "I'm cumming inside!"

You didn't have the energy to argue anymore. You remained on the bed, tired, and biting on your lip while he pleasured himself with your body.

Then you felt his thick and hot juices filling your womb, making you moan. You felt his cum dripping down on your thighs.

"Is that enough to get you pregnant?"

NEXT & FINAL CHAPTER: Kaede challenges Ryuunosuke to a gamble without your knowing until Kaede instructs you to watch them. Surprisingly, Kaede introduces a deal that if Kaede loses, he will breakup with you. On the other hand, Kaede conditions Ryuunosuke to watch Kaede take you - fulfilling your longtime dream of having someone else watch - if he wins.

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mushiimune · 3 years

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(Writing recs) could you do something relating to Javid and their difference in hand sizes-? It's just so cute and I know you liked the idea

I've been editing this for some time and I finally kinda like the product❗️ here ya go my friend I hope it's up to par !

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The lamps had all been turned out, and the fire dwindling in the wood stove was the only light left in the front room.

After supper, a while ago now, David had ushered Jack to his bedroom, far from private but the most secluded place they could get until the warmer months when the rooftop wouldn’t be covered in ice and snow, and the temperature would rise to something good and reasonable, rather than so cold that you could see your breath billowing in front of you every time you stepped outside.

Snow had been falling all day, turning to something more of a blizzard once the sun went down. The glass was frosty and Les had drawn pictures in it until Mayer told him to stop.

David closed the curtains while Jack was there, as if somehow that would make it less cold. They bundled together under the covers, and Esther delivered them hot chocolate to try and drive the lingering chill away.

David had indiscreetly checked his watch periodically, watching the hours tick away where Jack wouldn’t see and be reminded of how late it was getting. David selfishly hoped that by the time Jack realized, it would be too late, and he would have to spend the night at David’s place instead.

Around nine-thirty, Jack finally stretched and pushed off the quilt, saying he had to get going or old Kloppman would lock him out.

David rolled his eyes and got up to open the curtains. The fire escape was layered thick with snow, pretty in the dark, but nothing he could imagine wanting to trek through so late.

“Why don’t you just stay over tonight? It doesn’t make any sense to go through all that trouble when there’s already a place for you here.”

For a moment Jack paused and seemed to consider what David said. He continued slipping on his tattered gloves that had seen better days. “I’ve overstayed my welcome long enough.”

David narrowed his eyes at him, angrily, hoping Jack would notice. He didn’t, therefore David made no move to unlock the window just yet. “It would be a lot easier, though, if you stayed. Your socks will get wet if you go out there.”

Jack made a face at him, and wrapped his black and grey scarf around his neck.

“I’m just saying,” David reiterated, shrugging and leaning his palms on the windowsill. “What’s that thing you always say? ‘Work smarter, not harder’?”

“Mouth,” huffed Jack, part affection and part irritation.

Applying the same sentiment, David could just as easily have let it go after Jack had already made up his mind. But it was dangerous out there, and Jack could catch a cold, or pneumonia, or something could happen and he’d be out there all alone with nobody to help him somewhere safe. Too much could go wrong when it could all be easily avoided if Jack just listened for once in his life. David guessed that sensibility had never been his strong suit.

David cracked a smile, leaning on the bed frame for a second so he could kick Jack’s boots under his bed. “I could even make us breakfast in the morning.”

“You got school.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, Jack.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Even if it wasn’t, that wouldn’t matter.”

“Where's my boots?” Jack scanned the floor. David lurched forward as Jack made the motion to kneel down to check under the bed.

“In this weather,” David remarked, pushing his hand to Jack’s shoulder to stop him, “You could catch cold. Maybe worse. Hypothermia, it isn’t pretty. Or pneumonia, or…”

Jack met David’s unwavering gaze. “Or?”

David stared back, taking the hat out of Jack’s hands and putting it on the mattress behind him. “I really think you should stay.”

“You think so?”

“I want you to stay.”

Jack gauged David’s expression, the stiffness in his shoulders and the tight corners of his lips. The kind of look that Jack used to dread.

Jack’s fingers twitched and he looked away. David knew he had won.

Slowly, Jack began taking off his coat. David caught his hand and plucked off one of his gloves, leaving the other at Jack’s side. David stepped closer, their fingers entwined, palms flat against each other.

Holding hands was never something Jack ever envisioned romanticizing or dwelling on once the moment was over. David made him crazy sometimes. His hands were unlike any others he’d held before, which weren’t many. They were soft and cold and unworked, just like the rest of him, and it was irking. Every time their fingers laced Jack was reminded of how far apart they really were. There was a nagging voice at the back of Jack’s mind, always, antagonizing a twinge from his heart, telling him to let go, as if the contact was poison, and if they did it for too long he would infect David.

They stood a breath away from each other. David could practically hear the gears turning in Jack’s head, and the pinch of his expression up close made him want to reach out and touch his cheek. Instead he leaned his head against Jack’s shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the back of his palm.

“Your hands are so much bigger than mine,” David swayed.

“The better to hold yours with I guess.”

David chuckled, gingerly reaching his other arm around Jack’s waist. “You can never overstay your welcome here, by the way. There won’t come a day where we won’t be happy to have you.”

Jack nodded brusquely. Somehow he doubted that. Something could always happen. David could grow out of their friendship. Jack could do something truly horrible. He wouldn’t even have to try. It would be so easy. The Jacobses were so kind…

Jack cleared his throat, leaning out of David’s touch. “Thanks, Dave.”

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cant-think-of-anything · 3 years

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I think part of the reason that there’s such a dissonance between what kind of character Matthew is ~supposed~ to have and what kind of poor traits shine through, especially in his treatment of Alastair, is not just because of CC’s poor handling of alcoholism (and, in my opinion, mental health issues and depression) but also because: Our first introduction to these characters happened a long ways before some major changes to TLH.

Namely… Alastair and Cordelia were basically white in CC’s original planning. There’s just no way around that. Their flower cards, where they’re not just whitewashed but purely white, prove that (and they STILL haven’t been updated, by the way.)

Also, Alastair’s hair: in CoG it was dyed blond, and CC wrote it off implicitly as a racism thing when she decided he was Persian (which I guess happened after the short story where we met Alastair and before TLH) , which would have been fine it if it was an arc written better. Except, I don’t think she realized that it would make Matthew’s comments about Alastair inherently and obviously racist, being a white author. And I doubt that it will be dealt with and named or even acknowledged outright in the final TLH installment.

Kind of the same thing with Cordelia. I’m not saying POC can’t have like red hair because obviously POC don’t come in a prepackaged set of five or six traits that are all configured randomly, but something has always rubbed me the wrong way about the way that CC writes the majority of her POC and especially WOC as exotic. I mean, Kamala as a character is to me a special favorite (even though CC did her dirty and didn’t do a good job portraying her character or intersectional identity) but I rolled my eyes so hard when she had lighter brown or “amber” eyes in canon or officially commissioned art. With Cordelia, I know CC once said she uses henna to redden her hair which is great for her, and I guess I have less of a bone to pick with that because it’s semi(?) realistic, but still. Also the fact that so much of her description as a beautiful person comes from her hair. Again that’s cool, and women of color should be loved wholly including being loved for the parts of them that they freely change (such as Cordelia’s hair) but… the proportion of the fixation on her hair as what makes her lovely rubs me the wrong way sometimes. I feel like it’s sometimes an out from CC making the ~scandalous~ decision that a woman of color can be beautiful because of the traits she is born with. Idk it’s just for me I had this long standing repulsion towards my colorings and my facial structure and white girls would tell me I was whiny about it and then I finally began to piece together things like “Eurocentric beauty standards.”

Going on a tangent slightly, but something else that bothered me was when Anna insulted Cordelia after buying her those dresses and everyone kinda treating it as a compliment? And just cause Cordelia, a fictional teenager, didn’t get mad about it doesn’t mean readers of color can’t see the underlying racism behind “Cordelia looks MUCH better in these dresses which are SUITED for her skin tone.”

I think that narrative could have been handled much better: if it was Cordelia picking out her own clothes as an act of maturity and self-realization and ownership, if Cordelia herself said (in a different way lol) “Damn right I can wear lavender ruffles if I want to and crimp my hair but I’m not going to let white fashion prevent me from outshining everyone because dark skinned women INVENTED jewel tones.” And I think some people will argue that Cordelia’s context makes this too self aware of a development but I would say that it would have been a powerful part of her development outside of her relationships, especially considering that she’s supposed to be a main protagonist. Full arcs for the win baby!

But even aside from all that what bothered me about Anna’s dresses was the fact that it was a white woman showing the “truth” or the “right way” or “saving” a woman of color, a trope which I don’t think CC intended but committed nonetheless. I think from a white author POV the thinking was “Anna is such a free bohemian who lives true to herself and she’s going to help Cordelia become that way too,” which irks me because I feel like that just worked against CC in terms of POC rep and also because that same ideology is used in an attempt to make Anna’s treatment of Kamala justified even though Anna as an out person, with racial and economic privilege and the support of an extensive and powerful family network, pressured and tormented Kamala into coming out.

I have a lot of thoughts on that relationship, mainly: it shouldn’t have been dragged out this long because from the beginning, Every Exquisite Thing, it was clear they were looking for different things. And if CC had left it at that and let them go on their separate ways after a week of knowing each other that would have been fine: Kamala can’t do an out and proud relationship and Anna doesn’t want secrecy, so they’ll develop on their own. And then later Kamala’s pursuit of Anna in the actual TLH books was I think meant to be a thing about “the lengths you’ll go for true love” but it felt forced. Honestly… It just feels icky. like this woman of color is just so hung up on this white woman who abuses her repeatedly and can’t handle her own misogyny and internalizations. And I hate that because both had such awesome potential! To me it’s less that I dislike Anna ( I’d need a whole other post to explain that) and more that I dislike CC for wanting so bad to claim sapphic rep but not wanting to put in the effort to portray it effectively- and pretty much all that entails is writing the relationship without acting like it exists in a pseudo-vacuum where the history and realities of interracial relationships and queerphobia don’t exist in the way we obviously recognize and experience.

And characters like Cordelia and Alastair are amazing and have so much potential; I think the true origin of the problems with their portrayal is that they weren’t really intended as POC or even queer representation in the first place. I don’t know if Cassie would have taken a different approach to her characterization had she known Alastair would be a brown gay man when she first introduced him, but I hope it would have at least made her more conscientious of the inherent application of colonialism and racism in her storytelling from that point onward.

I want to finally add that I’m not saying any portrayal of racism is bad. I’m saying that the racism in the story is not part of a conscious framework that critiques racism appropriately. I think CC wrote the beginnings of the narrative, decided she was going to develop the diversity point content, and then either didn’t look back at the older content to analyze it and the other (white characters) through a new lens of race and outsiderness and queer personhood, or she looked at it and didn’t know what to do with it, or looked at it and didn’t care.

Sorry this got so long! Thanks for listening.

- A.

I feel like CC handled everything poorly in regards to characters who had a lot of potential.

The fact that Cordelia and Alastair are both originally white and it's so obvious in the way every bit of racism is handled by the characters. Matthew's comments in CLS are very important and they should've been handled with the same severity that Alastair's words were. CC changing the characters to POC was a big decision and when she did so she should've went back and actually read her own material. I can assure you that it will not be handled in CHOT, my expectations for CC recognizing the importance and gravity in the words she writes regarding racism or any of her "implied racism" bullshit have gone to the ground.

Because while golden eyes are obviously so easy to write when discussing discrimination obviously racism is out of the question /j

THAT'S EXACTLY IT, women of color in these books are so pathetically rare that on the rare occurrence that she does write them they should all be given these features that aren't as common in POC and written as more beautiful because of those features. I read CHOG after I became more appreciative of my ethnic features but if I had read this a year or so ago? Or even if I had read it after just feeling insecure in general? It would've been awful. The implication is that the lighter features in POC are the most beautiful, with Cordelia's red hair being put on a higher pedestal than her dark eyes and Kamala's eyes being focused on more than her hair (because I literally went back and counted the numbers to prove it and it's exactly what happens.)

I'm sure Cordelia's hair is stunning, but it's the way that when she's described (or more accurately being sexualized) it is just her hair and body that is shown, not the color of her skin or the color of her eyes.

God the pastel thing pisses me off so much. It's not even that Anna tells Cordelia that she would look better in darker colors it's that she says it suits her skin tone. Implying that anyone with brown skin should be barred from wearing pastels. And Kamala? In the few times she is described, she's wearing dark colors or champagne gold, never light blue or purple or pink WHICH HONESTLY SUITS HER PERSONALITY. It's also the way that the dresses Anna sent her are described to be more revealing- it's weird. Anna barely knew her when she started dictating everything that Cordelia could put on her body.

“Damn right I can wear lavender ruffles if I want to and crimp my hair but I’m not going to let white fashion prevent me from outshining everyone because dark skinned women INVENTED jewel tones.”

I literally would have loved that. It recognizes that she doesn't need to follow these "rules" on what to wear but still shows her choosing what she wants to wear without making all the darker skinned readers feel like they can't wear a certain color.

I think what some people fail to realize is that these books are also aimed at upper elementary and middle school and a middle schooler with dark skin reading something like that? In a book with characters they love? It's going to be so harmful

Someone else mentioned that CC said Kamanna's relationship was complicated because Kamala didn't defend Anna: Defend her FROM WHAT? Literally what is there to threaten Anna?

These books are filled with tokenism and then praised for it. The idea of Kamala X Anna has so much potential but they're portrayed in such a toxic way. Throughout the last through books Kamala puts herself through so much guilt and regret and turmoil just for Anna to literally use her, blame her, and cast her aside. And it's so fucking annoying because it pushes this idea that this woman of color who was terrified and in an extremely vulnerable position is in the wrong for choosing her safety and presents them as guilty and shameful for doing such a thing.

I would disagree, the portrayal of racism is bad, because it is used at random points in the story and never brought up again, if you interduce racism take it seriously it's not the kind of thing you're meant to half-ass in a book thousands of people will read

I agree on everything else though, so much of these books are incredibly harmful and they are presented to a young audience so it's overall just a gross situation

Thank you for the ask though! I loved answering this, if you ever have anything else you're more than welcome to come back <3

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prettyboyreid · 3 years

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can you read to me? (III)

(part one) (part two)

Even after a silly fight, the reader can’t seem to go to sleep without Matthew next to her.

College!Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Warnings: language, angst

Word Count: 3681

The next few days seemed to drone on and on.

Finals. Lunch. Finals. Studying.

It was an endless cycle that felt like it would never end for you. Thankfully, on Friday, you had a ticket back home for Christmas break, which had just been delayed two days due to the snowy, icy New York weather. The bad part was that it was only Wednesday.

You hadn’t talked to Matthew since Monday. The second time you had seen him in almost a month, and you had fought yet again. You wanted to talk to him again - you could hardly sleep without listening to him talk - but God you didn’t know if you could handle another argument.

You were in the middle of reviewing for your chemistry final (thankfully, the last science class you might ever need to take) when the door to your dorm creaked open slowly and steadily. Your roommate, Mia, peeked her head through the crack in the door, giving you a soft smile once she saw you look up from the laptop.

“Hey,” she said in a gentle voice, stepping fully into the room once you returned the smile. “The end of the semester party is tonight. Do you want to go with me?” she asked you, folding her arms over her chest as she leaned back against the door.

You gave her a simple shrug, closing the laptop as you turned your full attention to her. “I don’t know, I have to study for my final,” you began to explain, letting out a huff of breath at the thought of studying stoichiometry or the periodic table for another second. She frowned, moving to sit on the edge of your bed before resting her hand on your duvet-covered leg.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked, giving you a sympathetic look. It wasn’t too hard for her to figure out that it had something to do with Matthew; he had been in our room practically every day since we started dating freshman year, and now she hadn’t seen him in three weeks. You used to not be able to shut up about him and any of his weird quirks; you had hardly spoken, especially since Monday. She was good at reading people - there was no question about that - but it didn’t take a genius to figure out your heart was slowly breaking during what was supposed to be one of the happiest times of the year.

You sighed heavily, pushing away from your small, cluttered desk and rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hands. “He, uh… we got into a fight,” you told her, looking down at your lap a bit as she rested a comforting hand on top of yours. “He got pissed at me for hanging out with Jack a couple weeks back, and I got pissed about him hanging out with Lydia, so we hadn’t talked in two weeks. I, uh, couldn’t sleep Sunday night and I went down to his room, and it seemed fine, then when I went to talk to him later…” you chewed on the inside of your cheek, hesitant to talk about one of the people that irked you the worst in the world. “... Lydia was in his room, and he told me she tried to kiss him when we weren’t talking,” you told her softly, your voice trailing off a bit as you thought more and more about it.

The past few days, you pushed it to the back of your mind. You didn’t want to think about either of them, the way Lydia made you second-guess every second Matthew went back to his room and went back home for break, and the way Matthew used to make you feel, the same things that used to give you butterflies now making you want to vomit at the first thought of him.

“Shit, I’m… I’m sorry, Y/N,” was all your roommate managed out after a few silent moments. You didn’t think Mia would know much about this sort of thing - she had never been one for relationships, especially ones that lasted as long as yours and Matthew’s. But, to your surprise, she was always able to make you feel better about anything that happened in your relationship. This, as you had suspected, was no different.

“How about we get you out of the dorm tonight. You’re almost done with your finals, and you leave in two days. You could use a little down time,” she coaxed, nudging your shoulder playfully with a wide grin.

The thought was tempting. You didn’t want to spend one of your last winters at New York University wallowing in self-pity; it wasn’t exactly your first choice of past times.

“Fine,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair. “But we have to be back before one; my last final is at ten A.M. tomorrow and I can’t be late for it,” you told her, and her face lit up with a smile.

“Great! That’s perfect. I’ll stay sober so you can let loose a little bit. God knows you deserve it,” she said, winking at you before standing up from her chair. “Wear that red shirt that makes your boobs look good!” she called to you from the doorway, presumably going down the hall to get ready with some of her friends. You laughed softly but nodded, giving her a soft smile as she turned to head out the door.

The second you made your way through the threshold of the fraternity house that hosted the party, a drink was thrusted into your hand. Mia took hers happily, handing it over to you. “You need it more than me,” she grinned, dumping the blue tinted liquid into your solo cup before tossing the empty cup into a nearby garbage can.

You looked around the packed room for a moment, shoving your free hand in the back pocket of your jeans while Mia began talking with the first person that she noticed who came into her peripheral vision. You couldn’t say you were too surprised with this - she was much more social than you were.

You found yourself wandering around the first floor of the house, tapping your fingertips against your leg to the beat of whatever song was blaring through the speakers. The longer you stood meandering through the packed house, however, the more you realized this really was the last place that you wanted to be.

You still sipped from the drink as you made your way up the steps of the house, hoping to find a bit of solitude from the sleazy frat boys and the girls who were only being nice because they were intoxicated. You sat down on the top step of the carpeted staircase, taking a long sip of your drink before you practically felt yourself jumping out of your skin at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Y/N?”

You turned around, probably much quicker than you should have, only to see Matthew towering over you. The bags under his eyes had returned, and he had a cup in his hand that looked much more empty than your own. You stood up a bit and chewed on the inside of your cheek, wondering whether or not the best place to talk was in the middle of a sweaty and loud fraternity house.

“Hey, Matthew,” you said softly, scratching at the back of your neck somewhat anxiously. You didn’t know what you were supposed to say to him - it felt like it was wrong to even be in the same house as him right now.

He looked down into his cup when you spoke to him, as if he was trying to avoid the situation at hand. But you knew Matthew Gubler better than anyone else, and you knew he definitely wanted to fix things right now.

“I-I’m really sorry about everything that happened with Lydia,” he said honestly, though it came out so quickly you were sure you had misheard him at first. You just nodded in response, taking another sip of your drink as you tried to turn your focus to anyone - anything - else that you could see.

You saw him frown a little bit at that, and he looked down to his feet again. You followed his gaze for a brief moment, and fought back the urge to smile when you noticed his mix-matched socks - one of them red with black stripes, the other purple with blue polka dots sprayed all over them.

“I know you are,” you told him after a few silent moments, still keeping your concentration on the ground in front of you. For some reason, now it felt almost too nerve-wracking to even look at him, like you had never known him. Was it a bit dramatic? Maybe, but the Matthew that you knew wouldn’t have acted the way he had the past few weeks.

You didn’t even want to think about it more than you have been the past two nights.

He stayed silent for a few more minutes, dragging his fingertips and nails across the grooves embedded in the plastic solo cup in his hand. He looked to you again when he finally found the words that he needed, running his hand back through his hair. “Do you want to… do you want to go back and talk about it a bit?” he asked softly, swirling his drink around in his cup a bit.

Right now, the last place you wanted to be was where Lydia had been. But at the same time, it was the only place you really wanted to be, like it was the only place you thought you would be okay.

You just nodded after a few moments and set your cup down on the thick wooden banister, shoving your hands into your pockets before walking down the steps, assuming Matthew was hardy two steps behind you.

The walk back to the dorm building was almost eerily quiet. The only sound you could hear, or probably just register, was the loud crunching of the freshly fallen snow beneath yours and Matthew’s feet. You didn’t really need to look back to him to make sure he was following you, you just knew he was.

You flashed your school ID card over the scanner before walking into the building, heading up towards the elevator and pressing the button to go up. Once you stepped into the elevator cart, everything seemed to get even quieter. You could swear you could hear your heart beating in your chest, the cart moving much slower than usual.

Floor one.

Floor two.

Floor three.

Floor four.

Floor five.

With a short ding, the large metal doors finally peeled apart, and you let out a heavy sigh. The ride up felt like a chore, and you could practically feel yourself getting claustrophobic trying not to look or speak to Matthew.

You led him down to the end of the hall, opposite of his dorm, and pulled your keys out of your pocket. You felt his eyes on you - not in a weird way, though it gave you butterflies when that was the last thing you wanted to feel at that moment.

You unlocked the door and pushed it open, hanging your keys up on a hook beside your door and flicking on the lights. It looked much more empty than it usually did, given you and your roommate were mostly packed up to go home for a month. You had duffel bags and suitcases scattered around the room, along with a few grocery bags so none of your snacks would expire while you were gone.

After a few moments of silence, you turned back to Matthew with your arms folded across your chest. “What? What did you have to say?” you asked him, your words coming off much more harsher than you really intended them to be.

You watched a twitch of a frown flash across his lips before his lips pressed into a flat line, sitting down on Mia’s bed, across from where you were standing at the moment. He looked like he was mulling over every single possible word he could say to you in his head, but he didn’t know which was best. He looked up at you after a few moments, wring his hands out in his lap as he took a deep intake of breath.

“I’m really sorry.”

Your nose twitched a bit as you listened to him, letting out a heavy breath through your nose. You had heard him say he was sorry before, why was this time supposed to be any different?

“Sorry?” you asked with a bit of a scoff. “You’re sorry that you kissed another girl while you thought we were still together?”

“I didn’t kiss her first!” he defended himself, running his hands down his dark blue jeans as he shook his head a bit. “I don’t know what else you want me to say about it, I am sorry. I didn’t want to kiss her,” he told you, the words rolling off of his tongue as if each syllable took a weight off his shoulders.

You huffed out again and kicked off your shoes, shoving them under your bed as you listened to him. “Why would you invite her over if she kissed you, then?” you asked, sitting down on your bed and folding your hands together in your lap. You weren’t sure whether or not you really wanted the answer to that question, but you looked to him expectantly and waited for his excuse for your question.

As you expected, he was silent for a few moments. Much longer than you would’ve liked, in fact. But eventually, he quietly spoke up with the same answer you had heard before. “I don’t know.”

“Of course you don’t,” you frowned, looking over at your desk where you still had a picture of the two of you framed in the far corner of it.

“I’m sorry, okay? It was stupid. I shouldn’t have even talked to her after that. I shouldn’t have let her into my room and I should’ve just let her be after she kissed me. I don’t know what else I can do to make this better,” he told you, running his hands back through his hair and tugging a bit on the ends of it.

You looked down at your socks as you listened to him, trying to shake the thought of everything that had happened. You didn’t want to forgive him, and you really shouldn’t, but you knew he pushed her off.

But he also let her in afterwards.

“I’m sorry. She asked how everything was going with you, and I wanted to tell her what was happening since we were going to lunch, and she just… she kind of made her way in, I guess?” he tried to explain, letting his hands do some of the talking as he tried to clear the situation.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, checking the time on your alarm clock before sighing, going over to one of your duffel bags and pulling out a pair of sweatpants. You changed out of your jeans and into the sweats quickly, pulling your hair up into a loose ponytail before pulling the comforter on your bed back and looking over to him. “Come on,” you said softly, nodding towards the bed.

He furrowed his eyebrows together as he watched her, but still slowly stood up and made his way over to her. “You… you’re not mad?” he asked, kicking off his Converse shoes before carefully climbing into the small bed.

“I don’t know what I am right now,” you confessed, getting in the bed next to him. “But I haven’t slept well in over two weeks, and I know you haven’t either, and I’d rather get one good sleep before I go home than spend the night arguing,” you told him, flicking off the light next to your bed before resting your head on his chest.

He nodded softly, sinking down a bit so he was lying flat on his back so the two of you could be more comfortable. “What do you want me to read to you?” he asked quietly, looking up at the ceiling as he waited silently and patiently for your response.

“Can you read Annabel Lee again?” you asked quietly, letting your eyes adjust slowly to the darkness around you as he cleared his throat a bit, knowing he was focusing on the ceiling so he wouldn’t forget anything.

“It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me…”

You let your eyes slowly close as his voice slowly lulled you to sleep, worried you wouldn’t even be able to stay up for the rest of the poem.

“I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

“And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.”

His long, slender fingers eventually found their way to your hair, pushing some loose, fallen strands from your face as he spoke. The words rolled easily off his tongue, like he didn’t even have to think about them.

“The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

“But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;”

His voice was much more rigid and stoic than the last time he recited the poem to you, like he was reading from the pages the first time he read it to you. Like he was detached, like he almost… didn’t care as much as he used to.

“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.”

You looked carefully up at him, making sure not to disturb him, before frowning a bit. His face was focused on your ceiling, almost looking bored, like he had better places to be. You sighed and rested your head on his chest, slowly but surely falling into another slumber.

By the time you woke up a few hours later, you couldn’t help but frown at the lack of warmth surrounding you. You rubbed tiredly at your eyes as you looked around the empty room, seeing your roommate had already cleared out for break.

You looked to your side, seeing an empty bed that differed from what you saw last night. You sat up and leaned back against your pillows, before you caught sight of a loose piece of paper on your desk.

You reached over and grabbed it, smiling sadly when you saw the scrawled, curly handwriting that spelled out your name on the front of it. You carefully unfolded it, your smile quirking down into a glower when you saw what the letter wrote.

“Y/N,

I love you. I really, really do.

But now isn’t a great time for either of us.

I can’t put you through what you’ve gone through the past two weeks over all of Christmas break. I don’t want to make you have to deal with all of that again.

I’m sorry I left without saying anything, but my flight was early and I couldn’t miss it; my mom wanted me home tonight for a big family dinner.

If you want to talk over break, you know my number, and you can call me whenever. I’ll always answer.

I love you, my Annabel Lee.

(In the totally not necrophiliac way)

Matthew <3”

You couldn’t help but frown as you read it, but shoved the flimsy paper into your back pocket. You didn’t want to think about what he had written, or even think about him at all. You just packed up the last of your clothes that you would need for the month, pushing down the pictures of you and Matthew, or just Matthew, whenever you came across them in your room.

When you finally packed up, you grabbed all of your bags and brought them out into the hall, setting them down on the ground as you locked up. As you did, however, you couldn’t help but frown as you found yourself looking down towards the other end of the hall, hoping to see Matthew coming out of his dorm all of a sudden, laughing and being happy like he usually was.

But instead, you were met with a dark hall, piles of snow mounted on the windows darkening the hallways. It almost made you feel sick, the way the light seemed to drain out of your entire life the second Matthew was gone.

As you walked down the hall to the elevators, you silently wished that you could go back and change everything, make it all right.

But you knew it was too late.

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simp4fictionalguys · 4 years

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Hey, can I request a Gojou Satoru x f! Tsundere! reader who's also a teacher and shaman plzzz?👀👉👈

Hey! Another jjk request?👀 Hell yeah! The first episode is out and the opening is a banger! I’m so excited for my babies 🥺 Also! I’m sorry I answered so late! I don’t know if I made a good tsundere 😅 but I hope you like it!

“I can’t believe you didn’t join Megumi on the mission!” Y/n was fuming. She thought that Gojo was smart but you learn new things everyday, right?

“Come on Y/n, I didn’t know that it was an special-grade cursed object.”

“And if you had known, you would have gone?”

Gojo shrugged, his face was painted with his smirk. Y/n let out another groan of annoyance.

Gojo saw her walking faster towards where Megumi was. He put his arms behind his head while following his colleague. He loves messing with her, her reactions are what he lives for.

“You shouldn’t frown like that Y/n, it’s going to ruin your perfect face!”

The woman turned bright red, she prayed that Gojo didn’t notice, however, her red ears were a give away of his success.

“Shut up!”

Chuckling, Gojo kept following her.

After a while the two of them where in the destination. The two shamans could hear Megumi talking to someone. Y/n hurried her steps towards the sound while Gojo took his time.

“Megumi!”

“Yo! What’s the situation?”

Fushiguro flinched at the sound, surprised to find two of his teachers calling for him.

“Wha-“

Gojo raised his hand, greeting him, while Y/n hugged him.

“Y/n-sensei! Gojo-sensei!” Y/n left her embrace to see how Megumi was doing or if he had a deep wound. She treats him like a little brother, her tsundere tendencies didn’t show up with him, unlike her relationship with Gojo.

“What’re you doing here?!” Fushiguro was sure that Gojo wouldn’t come to help, and he didn’t want Y/n to see him like a week boy, it made him feel embarrassed.

“The higher ups told us to come here the moment they knew it was a special-grade.” Y/n explain, she straightened her body after checking if Fushiguro was injured, her attention now focused in the other person close to them.

“I only agreed to come if Y/n goes on a date with me. Ah! And to see the sights.”

“What’s wrong with you, you big pain in the ass!” The woman attempted to hit him but he dodge her efforts. She gave up but the redness in her face didn’t go away. Fushiguro didn’t know how to react to their interactions. It was always the same.

“So-“ Gojo grasped the woman wrists, stoping her movements. “Did you find it?”

Y/n got out of his grip rather aggressively but Gojo didn’t mind. She cursed him under her breath while rubbing her wrist. Y/n let out a sigh regaining her composure and focusing on the topic ahead.

“Did you find the object?” Gojo asked the black haired boy while taking a picture of him. This irked the young shaman but he chose to ignore it.

“Um...”

The three of them turned to look at the shirtless boy in front of them. Itadori raised his left hand unconsciously while pointing a finger at himself.

“I’m sorry... I ate it...”

The scene was filled with silence. The two older shamans just looked at the shirtless boy not believing him.

Y/n leaned a little toward Fushiguro. “Is he joking...?”

“No, he really did it...”

Gojo walked towards Itadori, standing in front of him taking a closer look. Y/n stayed beside Fushiguro.

“Haha! You’re not kidding! They’re combined.” He stepped away from the boy.

“What do you think he’ll do?” Fushiguro asked the woman who was watching how Gojo asked the boy to switch to Sukuna again.

“Something stupid...”

She watched Gojo put his hands in his knees while moving his shoulders. ‘Don’t tell me...’ It didn’t take long for her to figure out what Gojo was planing to do. She knew how he always starts stretching before fighting.

She didn’t know why she got up so fast, it left her mind kind of blurred.

“Gojo...!”

“Ten seconds. You have to take control over your body again after ten seconds.”

The man stopped stretching, the smile in his face still present. He tossed his bag towards Fushiguro.

“Hold this for me, will ya?”

It irked Fushiguro what the bag had inside. Gojo went to buy food for himself while he was searching for a special-grade object.

‘This guy is unbelievable’

Gojo sensed Y/n’s worries for him, he turned to look at her and offer an smile, his blindfolded eyes met hers, full of concern in them, he felt something in his chest seeing how worried she is for him. However, Y/n broke the connection, turning her head aside while huffing.

Gojo chuckled weakly.

“I’m not sure about this...” He turned his attention to the boy who ate the finger. Gojo smirked at the boy.

“Don’t worry! I’m the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer!”

Gojo heard Y/n murmured something under her breath about him just showing off.

“Hey! Don’t go ruining my reputation Y/n!”

“Shut up! Focus on your fight!”

“Behind you!”

Sukuna had taken over the boy’s body. While Gojo was teasing Y/n, Sukuna jumped behind him ready to kill him. However, Gojo moved like nothing. Now behind Sukuna, he snapped his fingers.

“I have a pretty girl and my student watching...”

Taking the curse’s extended arm from his previous attack, Gojo locked his right arm, giving Sukuna a clean hit in the back of his head.

“... I hope you don’t mind me showing off a little.”

“Looks like he’ll be fine.”

Y/n and Fushiguro stayed in the sidelines watching the fight. Gojo had the upper hand in every movement. There wasn’t much time left for the ten seconds to be fulfilled.

“...Should be about time.”

And just like that, Sukuna disappeared. The boy had regain control over his body.

Y/n huffed for the third time in the day. She left Fushiguro’s side, going beside Gojo to see how the boy was doing.

“You can control it! That’s a surprise.”

“Yeah, but i can still hear his voice, is kind of annoying...”

“Kid, it’s a miracle that you only have that side effect.” Y/n crossed her arms in a way to show dominance in front of the boy. It was the least she could do if he was taller than her.

“I’m Y/n, by the way.” She extended her hand for him to shake.

“Oh! Nic-“ The moment Itadori touched her he went unconscious. Y/n had electric abilities, it didn’t take her a lot of effort to knock him out.

“Were you worried about me Y/n?” Instead of deciding what to do with the possible vessel resting in her arms, Gojo chose to tease her.

“Huh?! No! I could care less!”

She tossed the boy to Gojo who caught him with easy.

“Don’t lie Y/n-chan!”

“Ew! Don’t call me that!”

The constant bickering worn Fushiguro out, he chose to ask instead and interrupt the argument.

“Hey! What did you do to him?”

“He’s knocked out.” Y/n crossed her arms, leaving Gojo’s side. He took this as a win for his teasing with how red her face was.

“Like Y/n said. Also, if he wakes up and he isn’t possessed he might have potential to be a vessel.” Turning serious, Gojo asked Fushiguro. “What do I do with him?”

Y/n observed how hesitant Fushiguro was with the question.

“Even if that’s a possibility... Under the Jujutsu regulations... he has to be executed...”

“Megumi...”

“But I don’t want him to die!”

Y/n smiled at her student. ‘Guess i don’t have to worry about it.’

“Is that a personal opinion?”

“Yes. Please do something about it.”

“Heh... Leave it to me then!”

Gojo smiled at Fushiguro, giving him a thumb up.

Y/n rolled her eyes at his boyish act. However, she couldn’t help but smile at how much Gojo cares about his students.

“I know you’re smiling Y/n~”

Her smile disappeared instantly, replacing it with a frown. Instead of staying with him she chose to help Fushiguro, beginning to walk away from the blindfolded shaman.

“Come on Y/n! I thought we had something!” Gojo faked a pained tone, his face showed a smirk.

Y/n just kept walking, ignoring his constant teasing and flirting. Fushiguro glace at his teacher, her face was red.

“Shut up Gojo!”

Fushiguro sighed, it’s going to be a long way home.

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obwjam · 3 years

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Ooo how about - 2. “It’s like you’re trying to get hurt at this point.” - maybe with obi wan? xx

“It’s like you’re trying to get hurt at this point.”

oh yes anon this is the STUFF. local sassy man is exhausted, sources say

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“It’s like you’re trying to get hurt at this point.”

“Obi-Wan...” you sighed, looking down at your legs dangling in the air. You weren’t too fond of being grabbed, so Obi-Wan’s solution was to use the Force when you fell — and you fell often. “Do you have to do this every time?”

Obi-Wan didn’t even look up from the book he was reading. “Yes.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “I was totally gonna make that jump!”

“It certainly didn’t look like it.”

“You always say that!” you protested, now crossing your arms as you jerked your body to face your Jedi friend. The light of the Coruscant sunset was bathing you in a pink and orange glow. “And you weren’t even looking this time!”

“Even you’d have to admit your track record is less than stellar,” Obi-Wan ignored your comment and smirked, hand barely outstretched as he kept you hovering a few feet from the ground. “Wasn’t it just last week that you tried to swing from the bookcase to the table and ended up on the ground instead?”

You huffed a breath. “That was a miscalculation.”

“And how many more miscalculations until you seriously injure yourself?”

“Come on, you know as well as I do that borrowers don’t get hurt as easily as humans.”

Obi-Wan finally looked up from his book. His expression wasn’t irked like you thought it might be — it was concerned. “(Y/n). That isn’t an excuse to do dangerous things.”

You shut your eyes as Obi-Wan stood up from his chair and kneeled down in front of you, pulling you from midair into his open palm. In all the time you had known Obi-Wan, you still could barely look up at him. The sheer size difference was something you figured you’d never get used to.

You refused to look up at Obi-Wan as he took a seat.

“Your stunts get more and more wild by the day,” he said quietly. “Is something the matter?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you grumbled. “Why would something be wrong?”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying,” Obi-Wan chuckled. “You’re not the first one to try getting one’s attention by acting out.”

You grimaced as you wrung your hands together.

“It’s not easy, you know. Being around you all the time.”

Obi-Wan tilted his head, trying to get a read on your expression. “(Y/n), what are you talking about?”

“You know! You’re—you’re this great, powerful Jedi master, who—who can move things with his mind and do incredible things. You think just because I’m small that I’m helpless and can’t do anything!”

“Missions are far too dangerous for you, and you know that!” Obi-Wan said sternly, rolling his eyes. It was another one of these conversations. He didn’t even notice your flinch when he raised his voice.

“But I could help!” you cried, standing up and balling your fists at your side. “I could—I could be a spy, or—or I could crawl into places you normally wouldn’t be able to reach!”

“(Y/n), people die on these missions! All the time! The clones who are bred for battle don’t often make it back. I can’t let you take that risk!”

“You don’t let me do anything! Sure, I’ve gotten hurt before, but you get hurt too! Everybody does!”

Obi-Wan groaned. This had to have been the fifth time this week you begged him to take you on a mission. He wasn’t in the mood to keep rehashing his decision, and guilt-tripping wasn’t going to work. “It’s different for you and you know it.”

“Oh really? How come? Because I’m so small, I can’t be trusted? Because I’m just a pathetic little thing you took pity on?!”

It was like all the air disappeared from the room in an instant. Obi-Wan gasped softly while you covered your mouth, utterly horrified that you has let that slip. In an instant, he had gone from annoyed to embarrassed. In the months that had passed since Obi-Wan found you, he had mostly kept you confined to his quarters. He had left you alone when he went on missions, but he figured that was for the best — the fewer giants you had to encounter, the better. He failed to consider the possibility that sheltering you would just make you more afraid.

“(Y/n),” he started, lifting his hands up to his eye level. He could barely see the makings of a tear track on your cheek. “Is that really how you feel?”

You crossed your arms and turned your head down, giving it a small shake.

“No? Then why would you say that?”

Your stomach felt like there was a lead weight resting inside. “People say things.”

“What people? Other Jedi?” Obi-Wan had to suppress the rage that was bubbling up.

“I dunno!” your quavering voice shouted in defense. It was times like these that you hated being confined to his hand. “I just... I hear it sometimes, okay? When you’re not around.”

“It’s not Anakin, is it?”

“No, not him,” you scoffed. “Though he does seem to look at me like some sort of helpless pet.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “He needs to learn some manners.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Sometimes it just feels like you’d be better off without me here.”

Obi-Wan almost screamed. If he ever found out who was saying those things to you...

“(Y/n), what are you trying to say?”

You finally looked up at Obi-Wan and felt a pang of guilt at his hurt expression. You didn’t think he would be so... offended by your words.

“I’m just... I don’t understand why you keep me around. I just get in your way, don’t I? You’re always worrying about me, even when I don’t need to be worried about. I’ve fallen from treetops to the forest floor. This is the safest place I’ve ever been — you —you won’t even show me around the temple! — but you still feel the need to—”

“—to protect you?” Obi-Wan finished. Embarrassed, you nodded.

“Yeah. To protect me. When I never even leave this room. I can’t be the only person you ever saved from danger. You... you have far more important things to do than save me when I fall.”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment as he steadied his breathing. It was never lost on him how small and vulnerable you were compared to the environment around you. Even in the safety of his hands, his curled fingers loomed overhead. How could he not worry when even he was an inherent danger to you? You were his responsibility now — just as Anakin and Ahsoka are. When he rescued you from your old planet, you were injured and afraid. The temporary shelter he promised had turned into a permanent solution because he enjoyed having you around. You were a friend.

“It seems I have failed to properly convey my feelings,” Obi-Wan said softly, almost sounding disappointed in himself. You looked at him, confused.

“You matter to me a great deal. I wouldn’t have let you stay if you didn’t. You’re a wonderful companion and an even greater friend. You’re right, you’re not the first person I’ve saved from this horrible war. It’s... not often that Jedi get the opportunity to let themselves care so deeply for someone. I want to protect you because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you get hurt.”

You gawked up at him, almost not believing what you were hearing.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, or think any lesser of you.” You could have sworn Obi-Wan’a cheeks flushed red for a moment. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

“You... you really mean that?” you blushed, gently resting your hands on his thumb. His hand didn’t seem so imposing anymore.

Obi-Wan didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, I do.”

“It’s just... I dunno,” you frowned. “You travel all across the galaxy. You meet so many amazing and powerful people. Why me? Why do you care about me so much?”

Obi-Wan stroked his beard for a moment. He had never thought about it concretely, but it didn’t take long for the words to come to him.

“Well, for starters, you’re far more observant than I am. And quite good at understanding people and their feelings.” He smiled to himself. “And I must admit, you are very agile. If you were my height, you certainly would have no problem holding your own.”

You rubbed your eyes, foolishly hoping you could conceal how red your face was. No such luck.

“Look, I know I can’t do everything I wish I can. Or act like I can. But I spent my entire life living by myself in a forest. I got by just fine until the war came. I’m—I’m not used to just sitting around all day doing nothing. I... I can help. I want to help! I owe it to you. You saved me, and I should be doing more to show my thanks. Nothing crazy, or-or anything, but maybe I could—”

“Tenacious.”

“What?”

“You’re tenacious, too. I like that about you. It reminds me of...” he trailed off. He didn’t need to say for you to know. “You don’t like to accept the circumstances given to you. You’d rather be the one setting the terms.”

You shrugged. “I guess so.”

“Perhaps I am a bit overbearing at times. But it’s because I care, not because I don’t think you’re capable. But even I can admit when I’m in the wrong.”

You sniffed a laugh. “Can’t imagine that happens all too often.”

Obi-Wan smiled. “No, not really.”

There was a comfortable silence as Obi-Wan thought over what he was about to say. He could only imagine how you felt — ripped away from your home, forced to sit inside all day as you recover from everything you saw and went through. Nobody in their right mind would want to return to the war after being rescued from it, but Obi-Wan supposed he underestimated how you were just his kind of crazy.

“How did you like being in space when I brought you to Coruscant?”

You cocked your head. “Um, I liked it just fine. I was kinda scared, but I thought it went well for my first time on a ship. Why?”

“Well, as you know I’m due to leave for a relief mission to Corvo tomorrow. I don’t suppose you’d like to join me?”

Your eyes lit up. “Really? Yes! I mean—yeah, if—if you’re offering, I’d really — I’d love to.”

Obi-Wan laughed. “Good. The people of Corvo are allies of the Republic, and very kind. If you’re to make Coruscant your new home, it might be nice for you to meet the Corvoian Prime Minister.”

It took a great deal of discipline to contain your excitement, and Obi-Wan knew it. You leaned into his thumb in sort of a makeshift hug, and he flexed his fingers to reciprocate the action as best he could. For a few minutes, neither of you said anything. The moment didn’t need any words.

“Obi-Wan?” you said finally.

“Hmm?”

“How come you changed your mind so quickly?”

He shrugged. “I know when I make a mistake. And I like to fix it as soon as possible so people don’t realize it happened.”

You laughed. “How very humble of you.”

“Oh, you know me.”

“Yeah,” you said, resting your head on his thumb as Obi-Wan leaned back. The sun had just about set and the hundreds of brilliant lights were beginning to pop up along the horizon. You would never get tired of its beauty.

“I do.”

#wow this got REALLY sappy #fiercely protective obi-wan >>>>#he thinks he knows best but sometimes he’s wrong!#only sometimes tho #me just projecting my desire to be obi-wan’s friend #his funky little friend #obwrites #star wars g/t

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Here’s a quick little ficlet where Skwisgaar and Toki discuss the proper treatment and training of yard wolves, and Skwisgaar learning that he isn’t the most reliable pack member of the group.

Rating: General

Warnings: references to “Bookklok” and implied trauma

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A yard wolf mother died at the hands of a stray bullet, leaving behind five young pups. Though Offdensen was a staunch believer of the old saying “survival of the fittest,” Skwisgaar took it upon himself to help raise and socialize the orphans until they were old enough for proper training. There were no complaints amongst the band, and the first few weeks of mostly nursing and playing went by smoothly. Then, during one afternoon, Skwisgaar got wise to a wily pup who was busy attacking and biting his sister’s ear into a bloody pulp.

Skwisgaar silently observed the scene, the larger male nipping and taking advantage of his submissive companion. While some might regard the aggressive behavior as a positive trait, Skwisgaar focused entirely on the female’s obvious signs of displeasure, and the male ignoring her pleas in favor of a quick power high. Carefully and swiftly, Skwisgaar swooped in and grabbed the pup by the snout. With his thumb and forefinger, he closed the tiny jaw shut, then rolled the upset thing onto his back where it tried to wriggle free. Aware of the continued defiance, Skwisgaar applied some weight and forced the pup into place.

As it whimpered and fought to be free of its new submissive position, Toki took interest and broke from the gang’s activities to check on Skwisgaar.

“You ams hurtings him,” he quietly suggested, as if ashamed for even bringing up the issue, or out of fear that the other members of Dethklok might notice their lead guitarist’s less than acceptable behavior.

“Just stoppins him from biting withouts permissions,” Skwisgaar replied while keeping his hold. “Ams more humiliatinks than anytinks else.”

“Nots very nice,” Toki remarked, sounding more offended than the pup.

Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. “Sometimes ams not abouts be-inks nice.”

Below, the young wolf’s tail began to vigorously sway, as though it were nervously considering this act by his foster a game. Perhaps he saw Toki and figured he might be saved from the awkward predicament.

Skwisgaar refused to budge. He stared the dog down, eyes chasing and locking with the pups’ whenever it so much as tried to whimper and cry in Toki’s direction. Eventually, after Toki joined the sounds of complaints, the puppy emitted another soft plea, and then went limp.

Toki’s shadow fretted above, finger pulling at the other as Skwisgaar counted down before finally breaking from his fierce glower and hold.

“He doesn’t likes it,” he heard Toki comment.

“He needs to learn to controls himself, Tokis,” Skwisgaar calmly insisted.

He watched the small wolf turn limp and submissive, and finally released his grip. As he had hoped, the pup remained fixed in place, wild amber eyes locked onto Skwisgaar and awaiting permission to crawl back and join his pack mates. Satisfied, he smiled, and backed from the puppy, letting Toki observe the small beast quickly recover and scamper off, tucked tail already lifting the moment he was out of grabbing range.

When Skwisgaar turned, he saw Toki retracting awkwardly before providing an overenthusiastic nod. His eyes, however, were very much on litter, and when Skwisgaar tried to invite Toki close with a smile, earned a slightly dismayed pout instead. He brought a hand to his dusty elbow, rubbing it consciously as Skwisgaar made yet another glance at the pups.

He couldn’t guess what irked Toki so much, so he asked, “Thinks I hurts his snouts?”

Toki’s face hardened. “Thinks you hurts his feelinks when you humiliatics him.”

Skwisgaar found the suggestion amusing, but refrained from being nasty. It would be easy to poke fun at how his rhythm guitarist applied human thoughts and feelings to that of a beast. And was Toki so hurt because he felt sorry for the pup? Did he not witness the damage the young wolf caused?

“It ams better to have his feelinks hurt now,” Skwisgaar stated firmly, “otherwise, he will gets reckless and gets his pack hurts.” He stared at Toki, then turned to watch the pup return to his sister to lick the wounds he had caused. “Sometimes we needs to be hard on the ones we cares about, Tokis. We needs them to be betters, understands?”

Toki’s head sank. He looked doubtful. Skwisgaar didn’t hold it against him. It was so easy to focus on the present, on immediate pleasures and momentary, fanciful whims. That was all Toki knew. He lived in a world of luxury. It seemed cruel to forcibly keep a pup’s mouth shut, glare at it while teaching it to submit. But it was for a greater cause. The pup attacked a member of his pack. Maybe to Toki, it was nothing more than an accident, but in the grander scheme of things, such rebellious acts would get in the way of the pack’s wellbeing.

A light clicked. It occurred to Skwisgaar why Toki would feel bad for a disobedient pack member. Toki likely saw himself in the animal: reckless, thoughtless and desperate for control. Skwisgaar couldn’t count the times he had to put Toki in his place, remind him who was the lead guitarist, or pull him out of some ridiculous situation that he’d gotten himself into. The rhythm guitarist who wanted more creative control, but couldn’t be bothered to practice more or offer any input during recording. Toki saw himself in that male wolf and empathized with his terrible blunder, reliving those embarrassing times Skwisgaar caught him woefully unprepared.

“Don’ts worry,” Skwisgaar said. He stood up and continued to watch the small litter return to their play. “He wills be okays. He wills…gets over it.”

It sounded far crueler than intended, but there was no going back from it. Skwisgaar didn’t see any reason to, and began readjusting his guitar strap.

“Did you “gets over it” when I humiliatics you?”

The question struck like a hard blow to the gut, mentally upper-cutting an unsuspecting Skwisgaar and leaving him hopelessly at a loss for words.

“No,” Skwisgaar finally managed once most of the memories of the event had subsided. “But dat ams–”

His first inclination was to point out the difference between the two; however, after reliving those traumatic few weeks once more, Skwisgaar withheld from concluding his thoughts.

Though a memory now, the reminder proved its weight and pushed all the air out of him in the form of a heavy, uneven sigh. His composure teetered, and although they were out in the private haven that was Mordhaus’ fields, Skwisgaar avoided Toki and the band in the far distance to hide his immediate reaction. Shaken and misty-eyed, Skwisgaar faced the small collection of wolf pups and homed in on the young male he had disciplined in front of Toki.

Skwisgaar didn’t think he resembled the older male. True, he’d been hard on Toki in the past, and made their shared rehearsals difficult, but that was only because he had high standards.

The pervasive thought lingered, festering the longer Skwisgaar had his sights on the animal. Standards or not, Skwisgaar knew there was more to him berating Toki than he let on. It was years of mediocrity, of performing well below his skill in bands that didn’t go anywhere, of going from band to band, from teacher to teacher, of being told by his last lead guitarist that his creative input wasn’t wanted, and–

And following that, years of his insecurities and obsessive compulsive desire to stay on top quashing any hope for Toki to step outside his shadow, lest Skwisgaar repeat the cycle again. And where did that get him? A spot in the New York’s Times best sellers, and for all the wrong reasons. Things between the two had gotten better since the books were pulled, but Skwisgaar couldn’t deny that it still haunted him.

All because he couldn’t bear the thought of supporting Toki and letting him play a solo in front of an adoring crowd.

Skwisgaar faced Toki. Nervous, and still recovering from the memories, he grappled the neck of his guitar, letting the strings underneath his grip scrape into him.

“Skwisgaars?” Toki neared, taking him by the arm. “Ams sorry. Didn’t’s means to brings–”

“I learneds my lesson. And…” Skwisgaar stared hard at the ground. It didn’t stop the heat from rising out his face, the pain from constricting his throat. Toki tugged his arm. Slowly, Skwisgaar lifted his head, the hurt in his eyes uninhibited and blaring. “Tokis…I dids not like it whens you humiliatics me.”

Toki shriveled before him. “Skwisgaar, I ams so sorries.”

“Ams ok. I shoulds hab knowns better,” he said, tearing his hands from his guitar to stop Toki from shrinking any further. He fought past the stings of his wounded pride and misguided anger, and faced the bitter truth as best he could. Again, staring at the earth did little to help stave away the pain, but this time Skwisgaar had Toki by his side. Toki was still shaken, but it seemed he knew they both needed some help keeping things together.

With the other’s help, they walked to a nearby and empty table, the litter of pups and a few klokateers trailing not too far behind.

“I should habs been a better members of the packs and lets you plays a solo.” Skwisgaar sighed, eyes rifting from the wolves to his guitar. He had half the mind to play. Something to distract from the pain. With Toki waiting and calming down in front of him, he broke habit and clasped his hands together.

“I will also tries to finds a different ways to train the yard wolves,” he added, feeling the pangs of guilt and tarnished ego subside once Toki’s expression eased into acceptance.

“Okays.”

They made a glance at the pups in the distance. Skwisgaar watched the male he had punished stop and stare at him, then returned to his chase. Amongst the yips and barks, he spotted the quiet female at the edge of the pack, her bloodied ear now drying. Skwisgaar knew he’d have to make it right on her behalf, fix her ear and teach her to defend herself if she was to survive training.

Consequently, he owed Toki the same opportunity for success.

Skwisgaar drew a finger, and let it glide along one of his strings. As it vibrated a silent note, he willed the courage to face Toki and add, “And…if you gets over freezinks ups, I will gives you solos the next time we plays.”

Toki’s eyes practically glowed. “You means it?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

“Ja. What ams teams-mates for?” Skwisgaar said. He wanted to tack on more, go as far to suggest that he’d try to help Toki face a demanding crowd, but refrained. A history of bad music lessons and bullying, not to mention the remaining members of the band picking up on the fact they’d been away for so long, kept Skwisgaar going too far from his comfort zone. But that didnt mean the idea was off the table. Once he picked up a new method of training, and Toki had proof he wasn’t going to go back on his word, he’d mention the idea.

If he was worthy enough, Toki would accept him as an instructor.

“Thanks you, Skwisgaars!” The embrace arrived quicker than Skwisgaar could defend himself from. Still sitting, his guitar pressed into his chest, and Skwisgaar wheezed a slight gasp while Toki gratefully squeezed the life from him. “I promise Toki will do betters.”

“Ams fine. Just promise not to tells the others I gots… emoskinals.”

Toki broke into a little chuckle, then let go of Skwisgaar. Murderface called for Toki to return to the table and roll the die, and finish his turn. He raced ahead of Skwisgaar, leaving him to the purple glades and perpetual mist that accompanied the fields, but not before sending a final, optimistic glance at his lead. Skwisgaar watched it come and go, like so many others, but couldn’t shake the feeling that this time Toki was going to uphold this promise.

A sharp cry pulled Skwisgaar away from the table, and to two of the young yard wolves fighting and causing quite the stir amongst the litter.

Only times will tells, Skwisgaar thought, then set out into the fog to return to the wolves.

#skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #metalocalypse #fanfic #betaing this was a mess #exploring skwis is hard #let me knowwhat yall think #i wanna include him more

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thebluemoonwolf · 3 years

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The Lull of a Fairytale: Chapter 2

You made your way into his hut, finally being able to simply admire it for how simple and dreamlike it was. His hut was intertwined with the nearby trees. Like it was made there just for him. You couldn't help run your hands across the walls and the small details over the whole thing, and he had his eyes on you the entire time. He had taken a seat across from where you had first woken up, and he wasn't taking his eyes off you. You couldn't blame him.

"I'm glad you're enjoying my place, but must you touch everything you see? How different are your places of living where you're from?"

Just to irk him a tiy bit, you exaggerated your hands movements all over the wall, but you did think over the questions he was asking, mostly how to answer them without him having a heart attack from shock. Taking a deep, calming breath you grabbed the seat you woke up in and sat in it backwards as you would if you were home. He gave a disapproving look but didn't tell you to sit correctly as you had expected him to. A friendly gesture, you guessed, as you had done it without thinking and felt a little guilty.

"Well I'll tell you this dude, we don't have home made out of trees." You let your eyes wonder around his home, and hoped the look on your face was enough to get across that this, for you, was not the norm.

"I mean, as kids we built treehouses with the help of our parents and stuff, but that was made from trees and put on the tress. We don't have home made into the trees."

He nodded, and said nothing. For a while, he just stared at you, taking you in. Your attire wasn't of this world, and even though you knew that, you still felt naked. Under his gaze it almost felt like he was trying to read your mind. You were focused on him too, the way his entire sense of being just seemed perfect drew you in as much as it set you off. Your instinct was telling you to turn tail and run, that nothing should ever even remotely be that beautiful. Yet, even as alarm bells rang in your head, you couldn't help but imagine, just indulging yourself. Secretly. Privately. How that perfect hair would feel. How his skin looked smooth, but could you really be sure without touching it first? Gosh, you didn't notice this before but after staring at him for so long you started to associate a smell with him. He smelt like nostalgic memories that shouldn't exist. Just sitting here, in the same room as this man, taking in the comforting smell was enough to have you nodding off.

"Hello?"

The subsequent jolt that sent your nerves and your body sailing ten feet in the air was more than enough to get those ridiculous thoughts purged from your mind. God had you really started fantasizing about some dude you met not two minutes ago? Something was definitely wrong with you for sure. You tried to remember what he asked, but your mind came up completely empty.

"I'm- I'm so sorry, what did you ask me?" You frantically rubbed the sleep from your eyes trying salvage any dignity you had left, but you remembered that you left that back at the threshold.

"I asked what that device in your hand does. You looked like you were ready to fight me for it back there." He gestured to your pocket, where you had stored your phone. Taking it gently out, you set it on the table and tapped the screen. You couldn't help but smile as you watched his reaction to seeing your screensaver light up. If that got him excited, you couldn't wait for his reaction as you put your finger on the screen and watch as all your apps filed into place as you unlocked your phone. It was like showing a child a magic trick, watching as their eyes tried to take apart the trickery and ultimately failing before asking you to show them the trick again.

"Magic?" He was asking himself more than asking you, so you said nothing and let him watch as you scrolled through your apps with a single glide of your finger. It was all fun until he went to grab your phone. It was probably to have a closer look, to understand the machine in your hand, but you reacted in the same amount of speed and pressed the button on the side to lock it at the same moment he took the phone from your grasp. In a second it felt like both of you were on opposite sides of the room instead of mere inches apart. You watched as he tapped the screen. The light from the phone showering him in a dim glow. When he put his finger on the unlock portion, the unsettling anticipation grew until the buzz from the phone indicating the incorrect fingerprint sounded, but it was a silent triumph for you. You didn't understand why, you knew it couldn't be opened without your hand, but then again you also until this morning knew that dragons and Elves didn't exist, so really, anything could happen now.

He tried again to tap his finger in the same manner as you had to unlock your phone to no avail. Several more buzzes let you know he wasn't successful, and you started to fidget. Any more and he would probably end up locking the phone, and you couldn't handle any amount of time taken away from the pictures and messages of your loved ones.

"Listen." You pleaded. You couldn't help it, he didn't understand how important this was, but even so you got his attention so you continued.

"It can only be unlocked by me, and my fingerprint." You gave a small explanation of what that was, since you doubted any knowledge of that was been discovered yet.

"...And you've tried a few too many times. If you try any more it will lock the phone for a while, and even I won't be able to unlock it without putting a different password in." You held your hand out to him.

"The phone.... please..."

Without a word he handed it back to you, and only then did you feel the anticipation leave the room, and the safety of your phone in hand relieved any anxiety you had. You explained how the phone in your hand had irreplaceable videos, memories. Photos you couldn't replace, how it connected you to the entire world, and how you could talk to anybody as long as they had some variation of this device. You took your seat again, making sure to sit properly.

"You said something about magic? Magic doesn't exist, this is just fancy technological advancement. These things used to be as big as bricks, and just as heavy." You gave a small laugh, and set the phone down on the table before you continued. "But it has its limits. You see this bar at the top? The numbers? That shows how long the phone life-span is. Then when it gets low enough I'll have to charge it with electricity. But dont ask me how that works, and besides I can't charge it here so when it dies it will basically be useless to me..." Your phone was at 99% you must of had it charging before you ended up here. That meant, if you were careful you could make it last a few days, maybe even a week before it would eventually shut off.

He was giving an intense stare toward the phone, and you knew he wanted to pick it up again, to examine and understand the thing in front of him but respect must be forming because he kept his hands plastered to himself.

"You said magic doesn't exist in your world?" You gave a sound of agreement, and elaborated; "It's not like we've never heard of it, its in storybooks and such but we haven't found any evidence of actual magic being used that wasn't just some type of science. The same with dragons, the one right outside? Only in books. Where I come from we haven't found any bones or anything coming close to a dragon.."

He smiled then. It struck you as unnatural. Like you were taking a calm nature walk only to realize you've been in the desert all along, and somehow you had ended up in quicksand and were slowly sinking. Maybe you shouldn't of said so much about where you came from? In fact, why did you say so much in the first place? You were usually so careful, but something about this Elf made everything seem calm. Perfectly fine. Wasn't there something in your storybooks saying Elves lured people into the forest with their kind words only to skin the poor souls later on for some sort of spell or another?

Your train of thought crashed and burned when he said a word in the language you heard when you first met him. Again, even though you didn't comprehend the words, you understand the intent. Levitate. And just like that your phone lifted a foot in the air. Your mouth was hanging open but that didn't matter. Your phone was hanging in the air. You moved a hand under your phone just to make sure this wasn't a trick, and sure enough your hand didn't meet any resistance. You put pressure on the top, to force it down, and that came easy enough for an inch or two, until it started fighting back to go higher. That's when you noticed the strain on the Elf's face and everything locked into place.

"You're making it float!" You could barely contain your glee. Your phone was levitating right in front of you and a dragon was outside the door! Curious, you let the phone float back to its original position then slammed your hands down on it. The lack of resistance was shocking as it slammed back on the table and the Elf let out a strained breath.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't know that would hurt, but man you gotta teach me that! Can you?"

You were practically bouncing on the balls of your feet. You couldn't hold in your excitement, you just had to learn how to do something cool like that. With the Elf now slouching back in his chair looking more worn than previously, you were worried he wouldn't teach you much of anything now.

"I can try." He stated rather simply. "But don't expect results. Even among the Elves someone who is able to use magic is rare." He was staring at you now. "I also doubt you'll be here long enough to learn anything worthwhile. How did you even get here in the first place? What do you remember?"

Ah, you almost forgot, the whole reason he's even around is so that you could get out of his, long, beautiful hair. Adjusting your seat uncomfortably, you let your head rest in your palm, as you gave him a rundown of your previous day. Gone to get groceries, went home, you did this and that around your place before getting suddenly tired. You figured that was normal enough, so you ended up napping around the evening only to wake up twelve hours later in a completely different world.

"So really the only thing I did differently was sleep a little earlier. Which was supposed to be a good thing, but the universe is after me it seems. Maybe if I fall asleep again I'll just leave?"

In the few minutes from using Magic to now, the Elf looked as energized as he was when you first entered here. He recovers fast, just like all those books said about Elves. For some reason that worried you.

" No that probably won't work, I'm not really tired anymore." You gave a sigh. You felt completely useless. Like a burden to this poor hermit who was probably just minding his business an hour before you landed in his peaceful life.

"I can make you tired."

That caused you to jump to attention.

"Excuse me?"

But he was already grabbing his sword, and you were already out of the chair.

"Are we really going through this again dude? I can only run so much." You were already backing to the door, and out of the threshold with your eyes still trained on that sword.

"Be calm, I'm not planning on killing you. Intentionally." He tacked the end on after a pause and you gave an offended scoff. He said a few words in that language again, but your ears were buzzing with adrenaline so you couldn't understand the intent, but you saw a shimmer go around his sword. You could only hope that was something good.

"You said you could only run so much?"

You didn't realize he was asking you, but you nodded. Now you both were back outside. With each step you took backwards he took a long stride forwards.

"Then for your sake I hope your mind works faster than your body."

He lunged.

You ran.

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chasethesun18 · 2 years

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A couple episodes ago, when we talked about Lia, I must admit it was the first time she irked me. A case involving Gordon and his family is the exact kind of case I'd love for Magnum and Higgins to get in on for the bonding it could give us. I really had little to no patience for Lia taking on the role, though I didn't necessarily disagree with her keeping Gordon('s very understandable anger) in check before he could do something that could hurt his career. Then I realized: any storyline involving Magnum and Higgins, the spotlight will be on them, whereas, for this episode, it needed to be on Gordon. Lia is practically a non-entity; she, as a supporting character, wouldn't overshadow Gordon. And if, at the same time, we got a tidbit of insight into her character? Two birds, one stone. Setting her up now as a straight-laced, by-the-book cop makes for good contrast if her upcoming secret involves matters that are, let's say, extralegal in nature. I'm theorizing that her outburst at Magnum was done for the same effect. Whether it worked or not in endearing her to the audience, ehhh...I let it go. Better things to focus on.

Which I'll get to in my next ask...let's go!

(2/2) I know I'm not the only one whose mind went to Hannah when Magnum tells the groom to grieve for the woman he thought he knew (paraphrasing here). Though, I couldn't help myself from hoping it's foreshadowing the end for Magnum and Lia, considering we know she has some secret that's yet to be revealed. The Miggy shipper in me wants the show to extract whatever narrative value it is looking for in Lia and be done with her, all as quickly as possible. The afterthoughts I had kinda nixed the idea. For one, our boy deserves better than to be retraumatized by love again. Two, secrets are a heavy theme this season. So, naturally, Higgins has one. And if hers has the potential to bring them closer together, it's way too soon for me to assume that Lia's won't also do the same. This one is me trying my level best to temper my expectations. I don't want to get mired in timelines before I become disappointed in what the writers have in store. Ngl, that's what I felt when Ethan stuck around after the season 3 finale. But...not only did he do his job in making Magnum feel envious and wistful- to my shock, he also got Higgins to compare her feelings for him to her ever-expanding love for Magnum in a roundabout way. So hey, bygones for his runtime. I'm hoping Lia can do the same. Rather than break his trust and his heart, I hope the relationship naturally falls apart while simultaneously proving Higgins as The One. I know the overall objective is Miggy; I'm not worried. Only a matter of when and how. And to those inquiries, I'm not going to drive myself crazy trying to speculate. I give you permission to pull out this receipt if you ever do see me going nuts someday.

to save the scrollers lol:

sometimes yall tell me stuff and i really do be feeling like a casual fan because i did not know lia is gonna have a secret but im here for it. definitely agree though, that scene rubbed me the wrong way for sure.

yes, 100% agree. similar to what i said with higgins and ethan, i don't want either of them being hurt by love again. i thought they both needed a relationship after the painful one, which for magnum should've been abby. i guess they had to cut that short because of the actress leaving so they needed to bring another in to do the whole story?

definitely don't drive yourself crazy! just enjoy it as it comes. personally, they are one of my easiest ships so im pretty much down for whatever, as long as they dont go backwards. i was expecting a little more this week, so that was a tad disappointing, but overall show wise im much happier with it this season than last

#wonder what lias secret will be tho #hopefully higgins tells him hers before lia does so they cant get compared in that way #asks #otp-armada

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captainsjack · 3 years

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Sambucky is literally nothing like Shus. I love both, but they aren't similar, at all. I hate the tendency of "fans" to compare every black/white friendship to Shawn and Gus (or Turk and JD), even if they are nothing alike. You aren't Shus, you will never be Shus! Also, it's racist af to think interracial friendships (or non-white friendships) aren't comparable to white ones. Some people...

yes this is so well put!!!

you clearly got this, but i want to reiterate for anyone else that saw my first post: it has nothing to do with thinking shawngus is better than sam/bucky.

i love sam/bucky - i shipped them before tfatws even came out. i’m THRIVING on the gifs i’ve seen, and i’m planning on binging all of tfatws once it’s all aired so i can just get the disney+ free trial.

and, clearly, i love shawngus.

but they aren’t the same thing.

this is completely taking both dynamics in a platonic sense (you could argue best friends to lovers vs rivals to lovers, but it’s more than just that).

shawn & gus have been best friends for over 30 years. they know each other inside and out. there’s a level of trust and respect there.

sam & bucky are coworkers and barely even friends. the whole point of their dynamic in tfatws is getting to know and respect each other. they’re people who met through a mutual friend and are just starting to understand and respect each other.

this is mostly just a guess since i haven’t seen any gifs regarding this aspect of it, but maybe the comparison started with similar banter?

but even so, shawngus banter is a second language full of love. given the complete differences in sam/bucky’s history and shawngus’s history, any banter sam & bucky would have, could be nothing like shawn & gus’s. because they haven’t been friends for 30 years. i’m guessing it would be them butting heads in the beginning or something.

i do think that a lot of ‘incorrect quotes’ & crack posts work well for both shawngus and sam/bucky. but i don’t think it goes any deeper than a few lines here and there. (like i think jace/simon from shadowhunters has a lot of the same little dialogue posts that shawn and gus do. bc when i read one i think oh haha this sounds like shawngus. but i definitely don’t think jimon and shawngus are comparable, pretty much for the same reason as sam/bucky. actually now thinking about it jimon & sam/bucky are pretty much the same thing lol).

idk it just really rubbed me the wrong way to keep seeing posts about how sam/bucky is the same thing as shawngus.

because honestly the only thing they have in common is that they’re both black guy/white guy duos.

if anything, i’d say stucky is comparable to shawngus. but not even sam/steve, because they’re newer friends and they didn’t grow up together.

it just really irks me that people will see one black/white ship and immediately think it’s the same as another black/white ship. it’s like the characters aren’t seen as anything deeper than their races. (or lbr the black character is just slapped on the face of another black character).

i haven’t seen scrubs so idk anything about turk & jd, but i’m sure you’re correct.

and that’s really interesting what you said about interracial ships not being compared to white ships bc they’re not considered to be on the same level. i never thought of that until now, but you’re completely correct.

i think comes down to interracial ships not being seen as important/comparable to white ships (like you said) and also seeing black characters as surface level people and thinking all black characters are the same.

#but i also will probably have more thoughts once i watch tfatws #anyways idk. i just always get uncomfy seeing shawngus & sambucky comparisons :/#good to know that has a basis lol and it’s not just bc i haven’t watched the show #psych #shus #shawngus #shawn x gus #shawn/gus #tfatws #sambucky #sam/bucky #sam x bucky #anon #answered

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zevlors-tail · 4 years

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Lonely With You

Pairing: ProHero!Izuku x GN ProHero!Reader

Warnings: Self doubt, self deprecating thoughts/words, cursing, reader is very angry in the beginning and throws something if that’s a trigger for anyone (doesn’t throw it directly at anything or anything in particular), lots of crying on reader’s part, song fic, tooth rotting fluff at the end. <3

A/N: Song fic! Sports by Beach Bunny. I said I couldn’t write shit but here we are. I just one shotted this thing in the span of like 3 hours and in 3 more hours, I have to go into work with no sleep. :’) But really it’s fine bc I had motivation and I DID THE THING. I wrote something I kind of liked! I am obsessed with this song right now, so suffer with me I guess.

The second you stormed into the house and slammed the door shut behind you, Izuku could tell something was off. Sure, you had your bad days, but somehow this was different.

“Hi, love! How was your da-” Before he could even finish, you cut him off with an angry look and a short response.

“Fucking awful. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Izuku knew better than to take your short response personally, though he would be lying if he said it didn’t irk him in the slightest. However, you didn’t curse often, and using the “F” word usually meant you were at your wits end with whatever situation you were dealing with. He watched you as you strode past the kitchen with blind rage and threw down your headpiece to your hero costume. A piece of it actually busted off from how hard you had chucked it across the room, nearly missing his eye as it flew past him and making him visibly flinch.

Upon seeing his reaction, you immediately stopped in your tracks and snapped out of your fit of anger, concern for your partner taking over you instead. “Shit-! Izu, I’m so sorry, are you alright!?” Tears welled in your eyes as you panicked and checked his face over for any collateral damage, and when you could find none, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I’m fine, Y/N. Are...you okay? I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but you look really...upset.” He struggled to find the right words for a moment. You looked upset, sure, but it was more than that. There was a foreign look in your eyes he hadn’t seen before, something heavy and dark lurking behind your usually bright orbs. His heart couldn’t help but ache for the look you gave him.

If you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you. Tell me baby, why do you seem so blue?

You broke down in tears within seconds, cries of frustration and anguish clawing their way up from your ribcage to your throat. Today had drained you for all your worth and made you feel utterly exhausted. But if you were being honest, this had been going on much longer than just a day. It just so happened that today’s events had been the last straw for you and left you feeling defeated. Months of self doubt and anxieties were finally catching up to you, and now you were paying the price.

Izuku wrapped his arms around you tightly and held your head to his chest as you hiccuped. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He nuzzled his face into your hair before pressing a sweet kiss to your crown, his hand sliding to your back to rub comforting circles.

“I’m no good,” you managed between sobs. “I’m a terrible hero, and I should just quit while I’m ahead. I’ll never amount to anything useful. All I do is get in the way and cause problems for others!” You continued to cry while Izuku let you vent, although it took everything he had in him not to interject that all of those things couldn’t be further from the truth.

Why are we so complicated? Maybe love is overrated...

“I’m a failure. I failed my mission and if it wasn’t for Uravity...” You let out a strangled cry as you admitted what was weighing you down so heavily. “They almost died! They almost died, and it would have been all my fault! If I had just pushed myself harder, if I had done more, then- then- then none of this would have happened!”

“Oh, love...no.”

“I should just do everyone a favor and stop being a Pro. My manager did always say I was better as a sidekick, anyway,” you laughed bitterly at the memory, distracted only for a moment before returning to crying, albeit a little quieter. “I’m ready to give up. Everything I do is wrong... I don’t think I’m cut out for this anymore.”

I’m tired of waiting! I was never good at sports; save the games for the girls on the tennis courts.

Izuku sighed softly before cupping your face in his hands and gazing intently at you. “Y/N Y/L/N, you are not a failure. You are the light of my life and the best thing to have ever happened to me. Do you know that?”

You hesitated a minute while you sniffled and rubbed at your eyes. “Are you sure about that? Because I feel like I’m failing at everything... At being a hero, at being a friend, and at being your partner. I’ve been so stressed out lately that I’ve barely been able to pay attention to you. I’m so sorry, Izuku...” Fresh tears pooled at the corners of your eyes as your self doubt ate at you.

Say you need me, but lately you feel unsure.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Ah, I’m sorry-”

“Nope! No more apologizing, especially when you didn’t do anything wrong.” A small smile found it’s way to his lips as he spoke, “I’ve watched you grow from a student in the hero course with me into the wonderful person and amazing hero you are now, and I want you to know I’m proud of who you’ve become. You’ve been nothing but nice to Uraraka, Iida, and Todoroki, and you’ve done everything you can to support me and be there for me when I need you to be. You cheered me on and pushed me to do better when I felt like giving in so many times. Without you, I wouldn’t be the hero I am today.”

“That’s really flattering, but I think All Might was mostly responsible for making you the hero you are now.”

Come on to me, come on to me...I need more!

Izuku laughed a little as you smiled at your comment, though the pain remained behind your eyes still and his gaze was just as intense as before. He quickly regained composure and continued. “You’re not giving yourself enough credit, love. I was watching the live feed from home while you were on your mission, and from one hero to another, you did all you could with the hand you were dealt in that situation. You can’t place unnecessary blame on yourself for something that’s not your fault. You weren’t a hinder to them, and you didn’t cause them any further problems. I mean, unless you were the one who set the building on fire, but that’s not likely, right?” His teasing tone was meant to lighten the situation, but it seemed to have no affect against the worry and anxiety radiating from you. “Y/N.”

“Hm?” At some point you realized you had zoned out and starting daydreaming about all the possible ways the situation could have gone wrong. Izuku’s voice pulled you back to reality and away from your twisted reverie.

“I love you. It’s okay to feel upset and angry about today, about yesterday, about last month- and especially about that comment your manager made. Which, by the way, we need a new manager for you now, but that’s not the point. I want you to know that I will always be here to support and love you like you’ve supported and loved me. Your friends love you and support you also, you know. Uraraka was just asking me about you yesterday, actually...said you looked a little blue. Oh, and Todoroki wanted me to pass on a message. Something about an angry pomeranian? Are you two making fun of Kaachan again?” He gave you a pointed look.

“Well...yes and no?” You sheepishly grinned and laughed while he just rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, the point I’m trying to make is that you are worth so much more than you think. Your friends love you, I love you, and your fans also love you. You’re more than just a sidekick. You’re an amazing hero and an even better partner to me, and you are not and will never be a failure at any point in time. You did all you could to save those people, and if you hadn’t stepped in when you did, Uravity might not have been able to get to them after all. If you don’t want to be a hero anymore, then of course I’ll support you no matter what, but that’s not really what you want to do, is it?”

Deep down, you knew Izuku was right. There was no way you could step down from being a hero; you loved helping people almost as much as he did. Being a hero was just as much a part of you as your nose or your eyes or your lips. It was a second nature, something you couldn’t just give up on so easily.

“I want to help people and be a hero. I just...lately, I just don’t feel like I’m good enough.”

You sounded so sad and dejected still, and it absolutely broke his heart. Izuku silently promised himself to do everything in his power to make you believe in yourself again before racking his brain for ideas on how to further cheer you up. When you had bad days, there were certain things he did to comfort you and help you relax, but this seemed to be a bit more serious, and thus, required a more elaborate solution than the normal hot bath and back massage. Maybe...yes, that was perfect! It probably wouldn’t fix the problem long term, but it would be a good start.

“You are good enough, and I will always be here to remind you of that.” He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. “Come on, let’s go relax in bed. I’ll even give you a ride there if you want.”

Your eyes immediately lit up as he turned around and crouched down so you could climb on to his back. As goofy as he was, you absolutely adored him. “Yes! You’re the best!” You squealed as he lifted you up with ease and locked his arms around the back of your legs to keep you nice and secure while he strode to the bedroom. Once there, he set you down on the bed before putting his plan into motion.

At the foot of your bed, you had a night sky projector that would cast the image of stars and planets onto your ceiling. Izuku had gotten it for you for your last birthday, and you loved it dearly. It made you feel content and relaxed when you were restless. Often times, you used it while you were in the bath or right before bed when you were having a rough night. It was perfect for occasions like this. Choosing the setting with the purple colored lights, Izuku powered it on and the two of you watched as your bedroom lit up all over. It was like you were really in space.

He made his way back to bed where you were currently snuggling into the giant comforter you both shared, a blissful smile on his face at the sight of you. You seemed to be feeling better already; you cuddled up to him as the little spoon as soon as he slid under the covers with you. He made sure to find a comfortable position for the both of you, and with the ambience set, there was only one last thing to do.

“If you feel broken, promise I won’t break your heart. If you shatter, I won’t let you fall apart. Why are we so complicated? Love’s a word I’ve always hated...”

You listened to him sing softly, the words falling from his lips effortlessly as he serenaded you with your favorite melody.

“I’m tired of waiting! I was never good at sports; save the games for the girls on the tennis court. Say you need me, but lately you feel unsure. Come on to me, come on to me, I need more...”

You closed your eyes and slowly drifted away from your worries as he sang. If every night could end like this, then maybe everything would be okay after all.

“It always feel like I need more... Jesus Christ, you’re so confusing! If we keep score, bet my money that I’m losing...”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“No, I love you more.”

You felt his laugh reverberate through his chest as he snuggled closer.

“Go to bed, Y/N.”

“Mmn...”

“If you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you... Tell me, baby, why do you seem so blue?”

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku #midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #bnha #mha #bhna x reader #bnha midoriya #bnha izuku #izuku x reader fluff #izuku x reader angst

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bunnyywritings · 4 years

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just hear me out

Tsukishima kei x fem!reader

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 - 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: here’s pt. 2 of hollow words and misunderstandings, I hope ya’ll are enjoying! Sorry if this one is short...I tried my best but I would definitely appreciate some feedback and suggestions if you have ‘em, part 3 is coming soon ♡ well without further adieu, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. salty boy Tsukki might be a bit out of character in this one but I tried to make it as cannon as possible]

recap:

“You really are something, chibi-chan.”

Back inside the gym, Hinata was ranting about his teammate.”I don’t understand how he could be so dense.”

“You’re one to talk.” Kageyama snickered, although it went completely over his head. “But I guess he realized that he was rude and went to apologize.”

Kuroo froze. “He what?”

“He went to apologize.” Hinata repeated.

“When?”

“What’s wrong?” Bokuto cocked an eyebrow at his friends abrupt worry.

“Uhh a few minutes ago, I think. He went right around the corner. Why?”

Kuroo groaned and slapped his forehead. “He probably saw it.”

“Saw what?” Lev asked as he absentmindedly tossed the ball from hand to hand.

“I kissed (y/n).”

“YOU WHAT?!”

Kuroo sighed and buried his face in his hands. “Yeah, we uh kissed. It was completely an accident.”

“How do you kiss someone on accident?” Hinata’s eyes widened.

“We just-” Kuroo groaned in frustration, because he honestly didn’t know either. “It just happened. We both agreed instantly that it meant absolutely nothing. It-it was a mistake.” Everyone was surprised to see the usually confident captain panic.

The next couple of days were rough. Training camp was coming to an end and the team could feel the tension between you and Tsukishima. The only people who knew were Kageyama and Hinata, since they had been there. Yamaguchi knew because...well cause he’s Yamaguchi. Why wouldn’t he? But of course, Hinata being the big mouth he is, he told the rest of the team. Daichi immediately scolded him for talking about other people’s personal problems. It couldn’t be helped. The entirety of the Karasuno vbc knew, except for Ukai and Takeda but they both figured it out by the way the two of you had been interacting during training as of late. Once it was time for individual training, you had desperately hoped that you wouldn’t be paired with Tsukishima. His words hurt and they hit deep.

“(Y/n) go ahead and work with Hinata and Tsukishima on their blocking please. They seem to be lacking today.”

“O-Of course, Coach Ukai.” You wanted to cry. Why?

“Asahi-senpai! Do you think you could help us out with some of those awesome spikes?” You called over to the third year. He blushed at your praise and agreed.

“I’ll help too!~” Sugarawa called out as he jogged along the ace.

“Thank you Suga-senpai!”

Tsukishima grimaced. Were you teasing him by calling to the upperclassmen like that? Or was he just being ridiculous? He remembered when you had jokingly called him ‘senpai’ in a sickeningly cute tone a couple of times just to get a reaction from him. It worked. It made him blush. He’d die before letting you see him like that though, always turning his head to avoid looking in your beautiful eyes.

“Alright Hinata! You first.” You gestured for him get ready. He did. He got low, ready to launch himself. Sugarawa set the ball, Asahi spiked and Hinata’s fingers barely grazing the ball. You ran forward and squatted down, doing a bump receive and letting the ball fly up before catching it in your hands.

“That was close. Good job!” You praised, giving him a high five.”The only thing I would tell you is, don’t be afraid. There’s a ton of space between you and the back row. Step back and get a running start or swing your arms back to get that good jump in.”

“Right!” Tsukishima rolled his eyes at the determined grin that had appeared on Hinata’s lips.

“You’re up, Tsukishima.” You instructed timidly. He said nothing as he switched places with HInata.

Set. Spike. Block. He got a good one-touch but he wasn’t satisfied.

“That was good!” He clenched his teeth as his heartbeat started to increase. Why did you have to flash him that beaming smile? After what he did to you? “My one recommendation though, launch yourself from the balls of your feet. Like this.” You motioned for Sugarawa to serve. He watched as you squatted down, your toned thighs peeking from your shorts. The way you pushed upward and launched from the balls of your feet just like you instructed him. The curve of your back captivating as you flicked your wrists out and successfully blocked the spike. “You got that?” He snapped out of his trance and turned away.

“Tch, whatever.”

You scoffed, a muttered ‘Are you kidding me?’ left your lips.

“What’s wrong, chibi-chan?” Kuroo’s nickname for you rolled off his tongue venomously. “Are you not having a good time? I know you’d rather be lip locked with your boyfriend but this is what you signed up for.” He sneered. Causing you and everyone around you to freeze up.

“What? I-I don’t have-”

“Don’t play coy. I saw you with captain rooster head that night.” He cut you off.

“He’s not my boyfriend but-but why would you care?” You scowled, slightly confused.

“Because if you’re bored, then you should just go.”

Again, everyone was caught off guard. Watching all of this go down, not knowing whether to keep watching or at least attempt to look busy while eavesdropping.

“Do you really not want me here?” You asked in a small voice, your eyes were downcast but he could tell you were tearing up. His silence was enough. “Fine. But just so you know, I didn’t sign up to help stuck up snobs like you.” You laughed bitterly. “To think that I like a jerk like you, I-...” A choked sob left your throat before he was staring at your back and watching you leave in tears again for the second time this week. All because of him.

“A-Alright everyone! Stop gawking and head to the dining room. It’s time for dinner!” Coach Ukai called with a clap of his hands. As everyone filed out, Tsukishima bit his lip harshly and look down at the polished floors, fist clenched so tight that he shook. A hand gripped his shoulder. He turned to see Coach Ukai and Takeda.

“You didn’t mean that, did you?” Takeda asked quietly, a knowing tone in his voice that irked the tall blonde.

“...no.” he rasped out, he himself was also close to tears. Self-loathing had filled his entire body.

“Then go talk to her kid. I’m sure you can talk it out, she’s pretty understanding.” Ukai gave his shoulder an encouraging squeeze.

“And patient. Especially since she deals with all of you.” Takeda added softly.

“Yeah, I know.” And with that, he went after you. It’s not like you went far. He found you under the shade of a tree. It seemed twisted but he thought that you still looked pretty. Even with tears in your eyes, the skin around your eyes and on your nose tinged pink from rubbing at them, even with the remnants of snot that had leaked out of your nose. You were beautiful but he quickly remembered why you were crying.

You watched as he approached and silently sat beside you. The summer breeze licking at your skin as you both sat in silence.

“I know you probably don’t even want to be near me right now but please, just hear me out. I-” but he was cut off.

“You confuse me, Kei.” His breathing hitched at the soft sound of his name leaving your lips. “First you flirt with me, you tease me, and then you turn around and insult me.” You finally turned to look at him. “Do you really hate me that much? Was this all a game? Am I a joke to you?”

“N-no.”

“Then what is it?” you demanded desperately.

“I...I hate how you make me feel.” You frowned. “I have feelings for you and it scares me.” He grit his teeth. He was never this open about how he felt. “I always convince myself that-that you’re too good for me. I don’t deserve your time. Especially after what I said to you.”

You were stunned silent. You didn’t expect that to come out of his mouth.

“I was going to apologize but then I saw you and Kuroo...”

“So you didn’t mean those things that you said?”

“No. I’d hate if you left the club. Especially if it was my fault.”

Your heart fluttered just a tiny bit. “Just to clear things up. I don’t like Kuroo, not like that anyways. I still very much have feelings for you.” You confessed. You finally met his eyes. Those damn shimmering pools of honey.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I regret what I said.”

“Thank you, Kei. I forgive you.” Oh how you wanted to kiss him.

“Then go ahead and do it, shrimp.” Shit. Did I just say that out loud?

“My, my. What a dirty mouth.” He smirked.

“I- ack!” You were pulled over to him, basically straddling his hips. “Kei! W-What are you doing?!” You panicked at his bold actions. He was a blunt guy but this was a bit much.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.” His voice was low, he was so close to you. His breath lightly fanning over your face. You blushed but didn’t say no. He was leaned back and resting against one hand, the other one lightly gripping the back of your neck and pulling you into a kiss. Your hands were gripping the collar of his t-shirt as your lips meshed like two missing puzzle pieces. It was sweet but passionate. He was putting all the feelings he couldn’t verbally formulate into it. Desperately trying to convey how he felt. You smiled against his lips. This was what you wanted all along. Him.

Hesitantly, you both pulled away. The hand that was at the back of your neck was now cupping your jaw. Thumb grazing over your pink, blushy cheek.

“I uhm wow. Can we-can we do that again?” You stuttered.

“Are you seriously asking?”

So there you were, sitting under the shade of the tree and enjoying the summer breeze. Lips locked, behind you the sun was bidding its farewell. Tinges of pinks and oranges painted the sky. It felt so unreal. Like you were both protagonists of a cheesy coming of age film. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You jolted awake, Yachi shaking your shoulders. “It’s time to wake up, (y/n).” she spoke softly.

“What time is it?” You spoke, voice groggy and movements sluggish as you sat up.

“6:30. Breakfast is in a half hour.”

“Thanks Yachi.” She hummed with a nod of her head and walked out. Some of the other managers were still asleep. Slowly, as you got up, your mind began to race. Was that really all a dream? It felt so real...

With a gloomy mood, you showered and changed into black shorts.You grabbed the pullover that was draped over your duffel bag and slipped it on. Pausing at how big it was. Sure you had ordered yours a size larger since sweaters were always comfier a size larger but this was at least 2xs larger than your normal size. Then you remembered.

The evening had gotten colder quickly, and you were basically shivering.

“Here. So you don’t freeze to death or whatever.” Tsukishima held out his ics pullover, looking anywhere but your eyes.

“You’re such a tsundere, Kei.” You teased, snatching he sweater from his grip and quickly pulling it on.

A squeak of excitement left your lips. So it wasn’t a dream. You really did kiss him. Pulling on your knee brace and shoes, you made your way to the dining hall. A little pep in your step. Something that definitely didn’t go unnoticed. Especially not with Detective Sugarawa on the case.

He watched as you basically skipped into the line, a soft smile gracing your lips as you grabbed your breakfast and sat with Kiyoko and Yachi.

“Hmm, (y/n) seems to be in a good mood.” Daichi noticed. They had all been worried about you. They even had to go as far as talking Kiyoko from beating some sense into Tsukishima for making you cry.

“I think she’s wearing Tsukishima’s sweater.” At Suga’s words, they all subtly glanced in your direction. The sweater was definitely not yours.

What confirmed it though, was when Tsukishima and Yamaguchi passed by the table you were at. While Yachi and Kiyoko were distracted with greeting some of the other managers that had joined, Tsukishima placed a carton of strawberry milk and a wrapped rice ball onto your tray. The three nosy third years had their jaws on the ground. They were not expecting that at all. You were a flustered mess. The same couldn’t be said about him, he was completely composed as he sat down to eat. Glancing your way every so often, a barely noticeable blush burning his cheeks when he saw you happily sipping at the beverage he had gotten you. He couldn’t believe it. You were finally his.

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