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jaalismyhusband · 3 years

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Took you long enough

Title: Took you long enough

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x f!reader

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, explicit language, age gap, corruption kink if you squint

Wordcount: 2.9k

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To say that these past few months have been stressful is an understatement. You were an aspiring actress and somehow landed a pretty big role in a movie. It already had some famous names attached to it and you were quite intimidated to star along the other actors. But nonetheless, you put on your big girl pants and took the opportunity. Caught in a loop of constant stress, memorizing the lines, filming the scenes, promoting the movie, you had only so much time to really appreciate what was going on. It was only after the first month of filming you realized what the hell was actually happening.

Your co-star Sebastian Stan has helped you a lot with handling everything. You remember, when you found out he was starring in the movie as well, you almost passed out. Getting to know him was such a surreal experience. Although you had a big crush on him, you stayed respectful towards him and you two became rather close friends.

To be honest, the more you got to know him, the more you liked him. And this time it wasn’t just a platonic crush. You tried to fight it, but your struggles were fruitless. You had it bad for your best friend. Acting on your feelings was not an option however. It was no secret that no woman occupied his bedroom for more than one night. You knew it was bad news to fall for him, yet you couldn’t help yourself. You liked how he didn’t pretend, but actually listened to you. How he seemed to remember even the little details you mentioned to him. How protective he was of you from the day you met, especially while defending you when people called you “the new kid” - the nickname stuck with you during the whole period of filming, much to your dislike. You knew they meant well when they called you that nickname, trying to make you feel like a part of the group. You were much younger than most of the cast, but you didn’t think of yourself as a child anymore. It seemed impossible to convince others of that, though.

Only a few people respected you enough not to use that nickname - one of them being Sebastian. At times you thought he didn’t see you as a kid with the way he treated you and you were naïve enough to get your hopes up. That was a mistake, you thought, as you watched the interview Sebastian had done earlier that day. He was asked about the cast members. You anxiously waited for your name to be mentioned, palms sweating as you guessed what he would say about you.

“What about Y/N? You seem close, not to mention how often you are spotted together.” The interviewer raised his brow, as he waited for an answer.

Sebastian smiled widely as he answered: “Yeah, we are really close. She’s like a little sister I never had, you know?”

Your heart clenched painfully, as you stopped the video. You just had to accept that it would never work. How could you be so stupid to think he’d actually like you, when he had so many women at his feet, begging to be noticed by him. You were thankful you were his friend - that had to be enough. It wasn’t, though. No matter what you told yourself, you always ended up thinking about him in inappropriate ways.

The door on your trailer opened and revealed happy Sebastian with take out.

“Hey, I thought to bring you some food, since it’s going to be a long day today.” He smiled at you as he sat down next to you on the couch, handing you your food.

“Thanks.” You smiled back. You didn’t waste time and dug in, only now realizing how hungry you were. He seemed to know you better than you knew yourself.

Sebastian broke the comfortable silence: “Hey, so, I want to ask you for advice.” Did he seem nervous? No, you thought as you hinted him to ask away.

“There’s this woman, that I like. I shouldn’t, but something about her is so intriguing, I can’t help it. And I don’t know what to do,” he confessed.

“I can’t believe you are asking me for an advice on how to pick up women. You getting rusty, old man?” You joked, as his face fell in disappointment.

“I’m serious, Y/N. I think I’m ready to go all the way with her. But she’s not really – uhm, how to put it – available. That’s why I’m so nervous about it,” he sighed, as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Right, sorry. But still, I think you’re perfectly fine. Just ask her out. She’d be stupid to reject you,” you spoke sincerely.

“Thanks, I’ll go for it then.”

The rest of the lunch was enjoyed in silence.

Few days have passed and your mood seem to only decrease as the time went on. You secretly hoped Sebastian was talking about you and that he would ask you out later. But this was your life, not a romcom. Your hopes were crushed, when you asked Sebastian about it and he confirmed what seemed like your worst nightmare.

“She said yes!” he exclaimed excitedly and you gave him a hug to hide the mixture of unpleasant emotions plastered on your face.

“I’m so happy for you,” and you were, truly. As long as he was happy, you would be too. But why did it hurt so much anyway?

Ever since then, you just weren’t your ever smiling self. What you were was a millennial and you did what millennials knew best – repressed your emotions. Stuffed them deep inside your soul where nobody could acknowledge them, not even you.

The days seemed repetitive. You were exhausted from putting up a show not only when you were filming, but now also when you were in a company of your friends. Luckily, there was only one scene to film and then a much needed vacation awaited.

“CUT!” screamed the director. “What the hell Y/N?! This is the seventh take and you still can’t get it right.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll get it this time, I swear,” you apologized and immediately took your spot, wanting nothing more, than to finish this scene, go home and curl up in bed while watching your favourite show.

Today was just one of those days, when it seemed like the whole universe conspired against you. First, your alarm didn’t go off, which resulted in being late on your last day. Your hands were shaking by the time you got to the set and you managed to knock over the cup of coffee, just barely missing your costume. Not to mention how anxious you were, since you were purposely avoiding Sebastian. You only missed him more and yet, you couldn’t stand being in his presence. It hurt not being able to look into his eyes. This all held you back from giving a flawless performance in front of the camera, which only frustrated you even more.

“We believe in you, kid. Breathe, focus. Action!” You were truly thankful for the support, as you finally got the scene right.

“And cut! We got it! Ok, that’s it, guys. It’s been pleasure to work with you all. As you may have heard, there will be an afterparty, if you will, tonight. Please, do come! Till then have a great day everyone!” Finished the director and people started to clap. There has been a heavy boulder of a rock lifted from your shoulders as you realized this was it. You quickly said your goodbyes to everyone, eager to go home and hide.

“Y/N! Wait!” you were on your way out when you heard your name being called. You sighed and put on a smile, before you faced Sebastian.

“Hi, I’ve tried to call you, but you weren’t picking up. You’ve been distant lately. Have you been avoiding me?” He accused.

“No! No, I uh… My phone has been malfunctioning these days, I’m getting it repaired soon,” you weren’t proud of yourself for lying to him, but you weren’t ready to tell him the truth just yet.

“Are you coming to the afterparty?” It was obvious he didn’t buy your white lie, but decided not to ponder on it.

“Oh, I don’t think I am. I’ve had an extraordinarily shitty day and I don’t wanna be a party pooper.” You immediately gave him a list of excuses.

“Yeah, yeah, quit it, queen. I’ll pick you up at 7.” He left you no space to argue and just walked away. You shook your head in disbelief and made your way home.

“Finally,” you exhaled a big breath once you collapsed on your bed. Sleep was an alluring way how to avoid your problems. So, you did the reasonable thing and took a nap.

You woke up right as the sun was setting. You still hadn’t decided if you were going to go to that stupid get together or not. You knew it would be a nice change of pace, to let go for one night. Afterall, it was a celebration of the hard work the cast had done. On the other hand, Sebastian would be there. And now that you thought about it, he would probably bring that woman, he asked out earlier. You weren’t ready to see Sebastian all lovey dovey with someone else, god no.

But this was also the chance to see him for the last time. You weren’t sure if he would keep hanging out with you after the movie was done. Tears stung in your eyes as you realized that he would probably cut ties with you. Sure, you would call each other once a week, then once a month, then only on holidays and then he would eventually stop calling you whatsoever. You were going to lose him. You were so sure of it. The tears were now streaming freely down your cheeks as you hyperventilated. All of those emotions that were supposed to stay stored away came at you at once, demanding to be experienced, to be felt.

You couldn’t calm down and there was only one person who was able to soothe you. Your best friend from high school. Due to your career you two weren’t hanging out as often as you’d like, but your bond hadn’t suffered because of that. You dialled her number after you blew your nose, so you were able to somewhat form words.

“Hi, Y/N! Oh my god, it’s been so long since we’ve actually talked!” You sobbed even harder when you heard her enthusiastic voice.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me,” she pleaded, as you tried to calm yourself enough to talk.

“Today has just been such a shitshow,” you cried out. You told her all about your day, but the topic soon enough changed to the real reason why you were crying – Sebastian.

“You know what’s the worst thing? I love him. So fucking much. And I know he doesn’t feel the same. He sees me as his little sister. SISTER. No way he would be attracted to someone he considers a sibling. Oh, and have I mentioned that now he’s suddenly had a change of heart and stopped sleeping with random women because he mEt SoMEoNe sPeCiaL?” you mocked him, “I just can’t. I know that I did this to myself and it’s not his fault, but fuck! I can’t even tell him how I feel, because there is only one scenario to this – him ending our friendship because of it. I don’t know if I’m ready to lose him completely.” You kept on rambling as your supportive friend listened, offering you her kind words here and there.

Soon after she apologized profusely, as she explained her break was over and she had to get back to work. You assured her it was okay and that you were thankful she found some time to listen to you pour you broken heart out through the phone. She ended the call by reminding you that she loved you and hung up.

You sighed and blew your nose again. You stood up from your bed, taking the used tissues with you.

“Fuck.” You stopped dead in your tracks, feeling like a deer in front of a headlights. There stood a very shocked Sebastian.

“How did you get here?”

“I came to pick you up, remember? Front door was unlocked, so I let myself in. You didn’t respond when I called your name. I looked for you and found you here, crying,” his voice cracked at his last words: “I have never seen you cry before.” He seemed truly sad, but you were too frightened to notice.

“How much of it did you hear?”

“Everything.” He exhaled and you struggled to meet his gaze. You huffed, storming out of your bedroom, leaving him behind. You just wanted to disappear right on the spot and avoid this confrontation.

You almost ran to the kitchen, throwing the tissues to the bin. You hoped this was all just a bad dream and that in fact Sebastian wasn’t here, but all that convincing was futile once you turned around and saw him sitting in your kitchen. There was a tense silence, as none of you knew what to say next. The air grew heavy, suffocating you.

“So,” Sebastian cleared his throat, “you like me?” To which you only nodded, as you leaned on the counter.

“Why?” he asked. You laughed at that, the sound so alien to you because of all the crying.

“You were nice to me from the first day. You gave me a chance to get to know you. Once we started hanging out I just, I don’t know. I like how you talked to me, like I wasn’t just the new kid. You actually listened to what I had to say. You made me feel special, Seb. Not to mention, you look like a fucking Greek god,” he chuckled at that.

“Weren’t you discouraged by my age? Or the fact that ‘I slept with random women’?” he asked, using your words against you.

“Well, I can’t blame you for that. And I can’t blame those women either. And your age never bothered me. In fact, it’s just another thing about you that turns me on.” You realized too late what you were about to say and just said it. Your eyes widened and your face heated up, as you tried to shrink your existence and hide from Sebastian’s piercing gaze.

“I turn you on?” Sebastian asked, amused by how embarrassed you were. He stood up and walked up to you. You shied away, but he trapped you in between his arms against the counter, so you wouldn’t run.

“I’d like your advice on something,” he started as he looked you straight in the eyes, “There’s this girl I’ve befriended. She’s really young and innocent, like an angel. I think I liked her right from the start, but I knew I wasn’t good for her. And yet, I can’t help but be attracted to her. I’ve tried to forget, but all those meaningless nights and faceless women couldn’t fill the void. Couldn’t erase the feelings she brought up in me every time I thought of her, saw her, touched her. I think about her almost every night. About how I’d hold her, kiss her, make her moan my name.” You squirmed under his gaze, but he paid no mind as he continued his monologue: “I fantasize about deflowering her, turning her into a mess, while I transform her into my greedy whore. The image makes me painfully hard. And now, I have a chance to make her mine. What do you say, doll? Should I go for it?” You gasped at his confession and only weakly nodded.

His lips met yours in a desperate kiss. It was all tongue and teeth. He wasn’t gentle with you by any means, not that you wanted him to be. His hands pulled you impossibly close, as they squeezed your ass, making you moan into the kiss. You both had to stop and take a breath, your foreheads connecting as you panted.

“I made her up, you know,” spoke Sebastian softly.

“What?”

“The woman. She doesn’t exist. It was you who I’ve been talking about, but then I chickened out.”

“Why?” you were curious and anxious at the same time to hear his answer.

“You called me an old man! I thought you would be creeped out!” he got defensive.

“That was a joke, Seb,” you laughed, “Why did you tell me that she accepted?”

He awkwardly scratched his neck, as he mumbled: “I didn’t want to disappoint you, that your advice hadn’t worked.” You just burst out laughing at that. Sebastian didn’t like that, as he faked getting offended and hurt, which only caused to make you cry-laugh. You finally calmed down, after a while, only now seeing how Sebastian was watching you the whole time. He gently wiped the tears away with the pad of his thumb, as he held your face.

“I love you, Seb,” it felt good to finally say it out loud. You were absolutely lovestruck and at this point you didn’t care.

“Took you long enough,” you rolled your eyes at him, as he smirked.

“I love you too, doll.”

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justauthoring · 3 years

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A MANIC GRIN. [PART FIVE]

PROMPT: After everything the two of you had been through, years of trust, years of love, you’d thought he’d tell you, trust you, confide in you. You’d been wrong.

PAIRING: Josh Washington x Reader, slight Mike Munroe x Reader (best friends) Please don’t plagiarize my work!!

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PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR - PART FIVE

“Josh?”

This was crazy. This was absolutely insane.

“Josh!”

Stepping back from Mike and Sam, keeping a distance from them as the two of them rush towards Ashley and Chris, hurrying to untie them; the sound of Josh’s maniacal and terrifying laughter feels like a repeated mantra in your head.

You’d tried to warn them. You’d tried to say something to Sam and Mike. You’d tried to explain but....

Pressing your hands against your lips, his name leaves your lips in a desperate cry. “Josh...”

“Oh, oh, very good!” He cheers, his wide grin never once fading from his lips as he circulates around the lot of them. “Every one of you! Got my name! And after all you’ve been through. Good, good, good, good. I mean, how does that feel? Right?

You don’t think he noticed you. You don’t think he even knows you’re there.

He probably thinks you’re still locked in that room. Away from all of this.

“How does it feel? Do you enjoy feeling terrorized? Humiliated? I mean, panicked? All those emotions that my sisters got to feel once one year ago! Only guess what? They didn’t get to laugh it off! No! Nope! They’re gone!”

No, Josh... No. You’ve got it all wrong. You’ve got it all twisted.

“I don’t know if you noticed this,” Mike speaks up, dark, angered eyes solely focused on Josh and only him. “But none of us are laughing.” He gestures around the rest of everyone else at that. You take another step back into the shadows, somehow feeling that hiding will make you feel better.

It doesn’t.

“Oh come, come-come-come-come. Why the long faces? Come on!”

You wince as he just keeps going; not seeming to catch the hint.

He hadn’t caught it from you. Why would we understand from them?

“It’s good to get the heart racing every now and then, right?” Josh explains, his voice encouraging. “And race they did, I mean, everyone one of you, just pitter-pat-pitter-pat! I hope you appreciated my little phantasmagorical spectacle! I mean, no detail too small! No opportunity missed! It was such a delight to play the puppet master for all of your Pavlovian panic! And all that gore? I mean, gore, there was gore-galore! Fake bodies... I mean, God, that shit was expensive.

“And no retakes! Nope, nope, nope, only double takes! Ah, you should’ve seen your faces. Hook line and sinker. For every little stinker!”

It’s almost like he’s trying to purposely rub it in.

“Josh,” Sam calls, desperate, “why are you doing this?”

“Don’t even ask this squirrely little runt,” Mike huffs, “he’s got no clue. He’s out of his fucking tree.”

“Well, he’s definitely off his meds.”

Your eyes flicker to Chris, relieved, even if only a little that he understands. He’s mad, which you understand, but he knows. He knows Josh. He understands. Understands that while it might seem that way, none of this was necessarily meant to be malicious; he just wanted them to understand.

Josh’s face is blank. He seems lost. “Aw, come on you guys. Revenge is the best medicine!”

“You’re done!”

Your lips part at Mike’s words, moving to take a step forward.

“Mike,” Chris calls, saying what you’d wanted to say. “He’s sick--”

“What?” Josh calls, stunned. “Come on, you guys are all going to thank me when you guys become internet sensations!”

“Wait, wh-what?”

“Oh, you better believe this little puppy is going viral ladies and germs. I mean, we got unrequited love. We got... We got blood! I don’t think there’s enough hard drives in China to-to count all the views we’re gonna get you guys.”

Josh, you plead in your head, just stop.

“What are you talking about you ass hat?” Mike demands. “Jessica is FUCKING DEAD.”

But... But Josh couldn’t have done that... he just couldn’t have.

One look at Josh’s face and you know he didn’t.

“Jessica is dead and YOU ARE GONNA FUCKING PAY YOU DICK!”

You step forward the moment Mike advances on Josh, his name leaving your lips in a desperate plea just as he bashes the hilt of his gun against Josh’s head, effectively knocking him out. There’s a moment of stunned silence, and you’re not sure what to say, but then you remember that this is Mike and he... he has to listen to you.

“Mike,” you call, voice soft, nervous, hesitant. “Mike, Josh didn’t kill Jess.”

Mike doesn’t move. Not at first.

“Mike, please, listen to me,” you plead, desperate. “I-I don’t know what happened with you and Jess, but I know Josh didn’t kill her. He... He couldn’t have. I just--”

And then in the next second, Mike is whirling around to face you, the end of the gun pointed directly at your face.

A chorus of gasps echo, but you barely pay mind to the rest of them, your gaze solely focus on Mike. A moment of stunned silence echoes, the fact that he’s pointing a gun to you seems so incredibly bizarre that you almost feel you’re imagining it. That this is all just one really long fucked up dream and in the next second, you’ll blink and suddenly find yourself back in back with Josh and everything will be okay.

But, you blink, and everything’s the same.

“M-Mike--!”

“How do I know?” He cries, voice twisting in desperation as he shakes his head. And you assume he’s talking about Jessica, about Josh being responsible for her death; but then he says; “how do I know you weren’t part of it?”

And his words surprise you so you stammer for a reply for a moment, speechless, that Chris manages to get a word in before you.

“What?”

You turn to look at the other three. Notice the bewildered looks on Chris and Sam’s face, but then you noticed the hardening glare Ashley sends your way and your heart sinks with the realization that if it hadn’t stung enough that your best friend thought this; he wasn’t the only one.

“Mike,” Sam calls, stepping forward. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Mike keeps his harsh gaze on you. “How could she have not known? How could he have not told her?”

The fact that he regards you as if you’re not even there....

“Just like I didn’t know,” Chris calls, standing up. “I’m his best friend and he didn’t tell me.”

You swallow thickly, turning to Mike. “Please, Mike,” and you take a step forward, only to flinch back when he shifts, tightening his grip on the gun. “Puh-please. Listen to me. I didn’t know. He didn’t tell me. I came up here with you, remember? Because Josh said he had something to do, and I-I told you he wouldn’t tell me. Remember? Please.”

Hands shaking, Mike shakes his head. “How do I know you weren’t lying?”

“Mike, it’s me,” you call, voice pleading, cracking. You press a hand against your chest, shaking your head. “It’s me. We’ve known each other for years. You’ve always been able to tell when I’m lying.” You pause a moment, face hardening. “So look at me and tell me I’m lying.”

There’s a pause, Mike doesn’t say anything.

“Mike,” Sam calls, “this is crazy. I found Y/N tied to the bed, terrified. She was with me until he took her.”

“Yeah, took her,” Mike glares, “how do we know that wasn’t just part of his elaborate plan.”

“Because it wasn’t!” Sam cries, “I know!”

Licking your lips, you take a step forward, this time fighting the urge to flinch as Mike straightens out. “What are you doing, Mike? Are you going to shoot me?”

“What!” He shrieks, faltering. “Of course not! I... I just don’t think we can trust you.”

“You can’t trust me, Mike?” You cry, gaze watering as you shake your head. “Me?”

His lips tremble and his gaze softens.

“I didn’t know. Not before. Not during any of this.” You explain, trying to keep your voice levelled. “And then, when he took me,” you glance back at Sam, “Josh pulled off his mask, told me his plan, told me why he was doing it. I tried to get him to understand, realize he was making a mistake, I really did. But he wouldn’t listen. He wasn’t taking his meds. I thought he was, I really did. But he wasn’t, and he just wouldn’t listen to reason.

“He kept telling me I’d understand. That it’d make sense. But he had to finish first. He locked me in that room and I tried to get the words out when you and Sam found me, but I was in shock, Mike. Disbelief. I mean, I still don’t understand any of it. And then we heard Chris and Ashley and well, then,..”

The rest was obvious.

A moment passes. No one says anything and you don’t dare to take your gaze off of Mike, desperate for him to believe you.

And then, his gaze falters and his lowers his hands and this breath of relief rushes out of you. You step back, pressing a hand to your chest as you glance back at the rest. Sam rushes to you, making sure you’re okay to which you nod to her questions, not really saying anything.

You keep your gaze on Mike.

He moves to Josh, crouching down, and using some of the rope that had tied Chris and Ashley to the chairs to tie his wrists behind his back. He calls Chris over for help before the two of them are hefting him up to his feet, struggling slightly.

“Where are you going to take him?”

The sound of your voice surprises Mike, but nonetheless, he answers. “The shed out back. Until morning. He shouldn’t be left alone, but I don’t want him here.”

His gaze falls on Ashley, and you glance over at her, noticing the look on her face as she regards Josh.

“Okay, then,” you call, pulling back from Sam gently, “i’m coming.”

“What?” Mike blinks, turning to face you. “No.”

“Yes,” you correct, shaking your head. “I’m not leaving him alone. And besides, a few minutes ago you were ready to throw me there with him, weren’t you?”

And by his guilty expression and silence, you can tell he can’t argue anything else.

PART 6?

This chapter is a bit shorter but I really just wanted to get it out and posted for you guys, so I hope you don’t mind!!

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lucys-key · 3 years

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Unexpected Encounters (Eren Yeager x Reader)

Part 3: Twice in One Day

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Smuttt in this chapter and language

A/N: Thank you again for all of the kind messages about this story :,) I hope you enjoy this chapter! (aLsO this was my first time writing smut so this should be fun)

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Wednesday of the next week had you back to classes and work. If you thought that the first two weeks of classes had been hard, they were nothing compared to the amount of schoolwork you suddenly found yourself with.

It certainly didn’t help that your mind was completely preoccupied with thinking about a certain brown-haired, green-eyed boy.

Eren had taken over every single thought you had, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You hadn’t seen him since the party, and that just made things worse. Wherever you went, you looked around for him, hoping and fearing that you would see him.

Your friends all knew what had happened at the party and they constantly teased you about it. While you had no idea Eren even went to your school before last Friday, apparently everyone else did, and apparently he was a pretty popular guy. You found out that he was on the school’s soccer team, but didn’t know anything else about what he did around campus besides that and being in a fraternity.

Historia and Ymir were out somewhere, so you were in your dorm alone getting ready to go to lunch with Hitch. The two of you exchanged numbers and became rather good friends after the party, and earlier that morning, she had invited you to an early lunch. You happily accepted her invitation.

Just as you were putting on your shoes, you heard a knock at your door.

“Hey, hey! You ready?” Hitch asked once you opened the door.

You grabbed your bag from the floor and nodded.

“Yep! Let’s go,” you said, and then left your room.

“You look cute today,” Hitch remarked as you walked out of the dorm hall.

“Oh, thanks,” you said, but then you saw Hitch’s smug expression and realized what she must have been thinking. “No, it is not for any reason in particular,” you assured.

Hitch made a sound indicating that she didn’t believe that one bit, but she dropped the subject, nonetheless.

“Where do you want to eat?” you asked as the two of you walked across campus.

Hitch thought for a moment, but then she said, “There’s this cool café slash coffee shop place not far from here that I’ve been wanting to try.”

“Sounds good,” you replied.

You followed Hitch as she led you through campus, and then to the small town that was just nearby. You hadn’t had a chance to walk into town yet, but you decided that you would be going much more often as you looked at all of the small shops and restaurants.

You walked for a few more minutes until Hitch turned right down a final street and stopped.

“Here it is!” she said, gesturing to the coffee shop. “Isn’t it cute?”

You looked through the large glass window and decided that it was pretty cute. There were people sitting in comfy looking chairs, and you could smell the coffee and other café aromas from outside.

“Yeah it is,” you agreed. Hitch smiled, clearly pleased at herself for finding this place.

“Let’s go in!” she said. Hitch walked forward and opened the door with you following close behind.

Once you stepped inside, you looked around. A lot of the people sitting in the café appeared to be students from your school. Some of them had their laptops out doing work, and others were reading books or chatting softly. You followed Hitch as she walked over to two of the comfy looking chairs and set her bag down on one of them. You put yours down on the other one.

“Want to order?” you asked after you had set your bag down. Hitch nodded eagerly.

You turned around to walk to the register counter and—

—oh. Oh no.

Oh no no no no no.

Hitch saw you freeze and asked, “What’s wrong?”

When you didn’t respond right away, she followed your gaze to the person working at the register.

“Oh my god!” Hitch exclaimed and then started to laugh hysterically.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?!” you accused, looking at her in horror. Hitch just continued to laugh.

“I didn’t, I swear! I didn’t know he worked here!” she assured you. You frowned and then looked back at the register.

Out of all places, why did you have to run into Eren here?

He was helping the customer in front of you, so he hadn’t seen you yet. You started to panic. What were you going to say to him? You supposed that you could just tell him your order, but that was embarrassing. Ordering food was suddenly the most embarrassing thing in the entire world. You didn’t even know what you wanted yet.

“Hitch, what do I do?!” you asked frantically.

“Just say hi to him!” she said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Not helpful,” you muttered, and before you knew what was happening, Hitch was grabbing your arm and pulling you forward.

“It’s our turn!” she said. You did your best to hide behind her as you walked forward, but it was futile.

“Hi, how can I—oh, hey!” Eren greeted the both of you when he looked up.

“Hi, Eren!” Hitch said way too cheerily. Eren smiled at her, but then there was an awkward pause as his eyes met yours.

You still had no idea what to say to him. If it were anyone else, you probably would’ve been able to come up with something—anything to say, but the fact that it was Eren, and the fact that you had made out with him in a frat basement the last time you saw him, was severely affecting your ability to think clearly.

It also didn’t help that Eren looked just as good as he usually did. His hair was tied up, and he had his tiny black earrings in which matched the black shirt he was wearing. You bet it didn’t even take much work for him to look like that. He was just effortlessly handsome, and it was definitely affecting you. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop looking at him.

Eren looked away from you first and cleared his throat.

“So, what can I get you two?” he asked.

Having been so distracted, you hadn’t even figured out what you wanted to order. You quickly looked at what the options were, but had a hard time deciding.

Luckily, Hitch ordered for herself first, and when Eren turned to you to ask what you wanted, you just said, “I’ll have the same as her.”

Eren nodded as he put in the order and then you both paid.

“Mikasa will have your stuff down there,” Eren said, gesturing to the end of the long counter. You hadn’t noticed that there was someone else behind the counter, but you looked and saw a girl with short black hair working at the drink-making machine.

You looked back at Eren and tried to get yourself under control.

“Thanks,” you managed to say. You turned to walk to the end of the counter with Hitch and saw Eren smirk the tiniest bit before he greeted the next person in line.

Once you were away from Eren, you took a deep breath and Hitch started laughing.

“You need to get yourself together and talk to him,” she said.

“I’m trying,” you whined, “but I can’t figure out what to say.”

“Don’t think about it. Just talk to him like you would anyone else,” Hitch advised. But that was your exact problem. Eren wasn’t just “anyone else,” and now you were becoming all nervous when you saw him, which hadn’t been happening before the party.

You and Hitch waited for a few minutes before the girl called Mikasa walked over with your food and drinks. You thanked her and then walked with Hitch back over to the seats you had claimed.

Once you were seated, you put your food on the low table in between the chairs and began to eat. It was really good, and you were glad Hitch had found this place. You two chatted as you sat in the café until Hitch informed you that she had to use the bathroom. She got up to go, leaving you alone.

You took out your phone and checked your notifications. You were in the middle of reading a news article when you saw someone sit down in the chair across from you. You looked up, thinking that Hitch’s bathroom trip had been rather fast, but when you did, you were most definitely not looking at Hitch.

Eren was sitting across from you. Without Hitch, he was able to keep his full attention on you, and you felt nervous again as he looked at you.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” you asked him, proud of yourself for being able to form a whole question.

Eren made a face as if he had just been greatly offended.

“Damn. And here I was thinking you’d be happy to see me,” he teased.

“Is that so?” you teased back, and Eren grinned. He crossed one of his legs over the other and you saw that he was wearing white sneakers and those stupid black adidas sweatpants with white stripes. They were stupid because they looked so good on him.

“I have a break, actually,” he said. “Just thought I’d say hi.”

“I see,” you replied, and couldn’t help but smile. “Well, hi, then.”

Eren gave you one of his boyish smiles in return.

“Hi,” he said, saying your name after the greeting.

You felt yourself become less nervous the longer you talked to him. You found out that Eren had started working at the café during the first week of school, and that the girl who he worked with, Mikasa, was one of his close friends from high school.

“Do you like working here?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I do, although some of the customers can be a pain,” he replied.

You nodded in understanding. “That must be annoying,” you agreed.

“Yeah,” Eren started to say, but then you saw his green eyes look you up and down. “They’re not all so bad, though,” he finished.

You felt your face become hot.

“Right,” you said. Eren grinned at your flustered state, seeming to know the effect he had on you.

“Hey, sorry that took so—”

You almost jumped when you suddenly heard someone speak as they approached the chairs you and Eren were sitting in.

You looked and saw that it was Hitch, who had abruptly stopped talking when she saw Eren sitting across from you. She looked between the two of you and smiled when she understood what was going on.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said.

You looked at Hitch, and then to Eren as he stood up from the chair.

“No, it’s fine. I should probably get back to work anyway,” he admitted.

Eren looked back at you, and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. You wanted to talk with him longer, but you also figured that given your luck with unexpectedly running into him, this wouldn’t be the last time you talked to him.

You nodded understandingly and said, “Okay.”

Eren smiled at you one last time before walking away.

“Nice to see you two,” he said as he walked.

As soon as Eren was gone, Hitch threw herself onto the chair across from you. You sighed when you saw the ridiculous smile on her face.

“Just say it,” you groaned.

“You talked to him! I’m so proud,” Hitch said.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you replied, but you were smiling.

Hitch looked at you and mentally congratulated herself on carrying out such a successful plan.

She had most definitely known that Eren worked at the café before inviting you to lunch.

___

Later that afternoon, you were in your dorm doing some work when you heard the door open.

“Hi!” Historia said brightly when she walked into the room. She placed her bag down on the floor before walking over to you.

“What’re you up to?” she asked.

“Just some schoolwork,” you sighed. You had been staring at your computer screen for almost two hours trying to write an essay for one of your classes. It had gotten to the point where there was more staring than actual writing happening.

“Oh, if you’re busy you can say no,” Historia said, “but Ymir and I were thinking about trying out the gym before dinner. I was wondering if you might want to come?”

You thought about it for a minute. You did still have work to do, but you figured that you weren’t really getting anything done anyway, and a break would be good. You were also curious about the gym since you hadn’t been yet.

“Sure. I’ll come,” you said.

“Yay!” Historia exclaimed, and then you two began to get ready.

You didn’t go to gyms all that often, so you didn’t know exactly what to bring. You figured that a water bottle and headphones to listen to music were probably enough. You also decided to throw a sweater in your bag to wear afterward.

When you and Historia were dressed in your exercise clothes and had everything else you needed, you walked out of your dorm and made your way to the gym.

It only took a few minutes to walk there, as it was close to your dorm building. Ymir was supposed to meet you both there, and when you walked into the building, she was sitting on a bench in the lobby area. The gym itself was in a larger building that was used for other athletic purposes. There was a pool, dance studios, and a basketball court also inside.

Ymir stood up when she saw you and Historia walk in. The gym was directly left of the lobby and the three of you made your way there. You greeted the students working at the front desk and then made your way inside.

The gym was pretty crowded, but not overwhelmingly so. You looked around in awe at all of the different machines. You had no idea what half of them were for. There were little cubbies at the front of the gym to store your things. You placed your bag into one of them after taking out your headphones and water bottle.

“Do you know what you want to do?” Historia asked you.

You looked around at the machines again, and to your delight, a treadmill had become available. It looked simple enough.

“I think I’ll use the treadmill,” you replied.

Historia nodded and said, “Have fun!” as she and Ymir walked over to two of the more complicated looking machines, both of them clearly having more gym experience than you.

You walked over to the treadmill and stepped onto it. You put your water bottle in the built-in holder and put in your headphones. The controls on the treadmill were simple to use, and you set it to a walking speed.

You felt kind of awkward as you walked, but it was also kind of fun. You looked around the gym and saw people running, doing core work, and everything else. On the opposite side of the gym from where you were, there was a section of more advanced weight machines, and it looked like one of the sports teams had reserved it for training.

You wondered which team it was. You saw guys working on all of the machines, and you thought you recognized Reiner’s blonde hair. As you looked closer, you realized that there were a lot of people you knew. Reiner’s friend from the party was also there, and he was helping to spot Reiner on the machine he was using.

Just then, two people stood up from where they had been lying on a mat. You saw that one of them had short, light brown hair, and the other had…

…darker brown hair tied into a bun.

No. No fucking way.

Was the soccer team at the gym?! At the exact same time as you?!

You almost tripped when you saw Eren turn to look in your direction. You immediately looked away, hoping that he hadn’t seen you.

Your hopes were dashed, however, when you hesitantly looked back over and saw Eren looking at you. Of course he had seen you. How could he not have?

You saw him smile, and then he waved at you. You waved back after a few seconds, trying your best not to fall while you walked on the treadmill.

Eren looked at you for a few more seconds, but then someone called him over to one of the machines.

You tried to look away, but now that you had seen him, you couldn’t. You watched as Eren walked over to one of the weight benches. He sat on the end of the bench and then leaned back until he was lying down. Eren’s teammate handed him a metal bar with weights on the end of it. He held it above himself, and then began to lower and lift it repeatedly.

It looked hard, but it seemed like Eren was used to it as he did his reps with seeming ease. He did a few more sets and then handed the bar to his teammate so he wouldn’t drop it on himself. He sat back up, took his hair out, and then re-tied it. When he finished, he looked up at you again.

You wanted to look away when you met his gaze, but it was too late—he had already seen you watching him.

From across the gym, Eren decided to take advantage of the situation.

You watched in horror as he brought his hands to the bottom of his shirt and then lifted it over his head. Once it was off, he put it on the floor and then looked back up at you. It was clear that he totally knew what he was doing as he leaned back down onto the bench and began another set of reps.

You only watched him for a few more moments because you really were going to trip and fall off of the treadmill if you looked any longer.

You walked for a while before deciding that you had had enough. You brought the treadmill to a stop and took a sip from your water bottle. You stepped off of the machine, and then walked towards the front of the gym where you had left your stuff.

Historia and Ymir were still on the exercise equipment and didn’t look anywhere close to done, so you decided to wait for them in the lobby. You got your bag and walked out of the gym.

You still had your headphones in, and you sat down on one of the benches in the lobby. You spent about five minutes looking at your phone and listening to music before you saw a large group of people make their way out of the gym.

You quickly realized that it was the soccer team. You saw Reiner and his friend walk past you, and a second later, Eren and Jean walked out of the gym.

When Eren saw you, he said something to Jean that you couldn’t hear. Jean looked at you, and then patted Eren’s shoulder before continuing to walk out of the athletics building.

You took your headphones out when you saw Eren walk towards you. He had thankfully put his shirt back on, but his overall post-workout look was doing nothing to help calm your nerves as he walked up to you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were stalking me,” Eren said when he was standing in front of you.

“Haha. Very funny. Remember that time you climbed into my room?” you replied.

Eren laughed and sat down next to you on the bench.

“You’ve got me there,” he said.

You could see that the front of his hair was damp with sweat, as well as some places on his shirt. Eren took his water bottle out of his bag and took a sip. You couldn’t help it when your eyes glanced down to look at Eren’s throat, watching the muscles work as he drank.

You quickly averted your gaze when you saw Eren look at you. He smiled to himself as he put his water bottle back in his bag.

“I didn’t realize you were such an athlete,” Eren said after putting his bag on the floor in front of him.

You rolled your eyes but laughed.

“Oh yeah, totally. I’m at the gym twenty-four-seven,” you replied.

“I can definitely tell,” Eren said. “Maybe next time you’ll even try running on the treadmill.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly and Eren laughed.

“Yeah, well, not everyone can be a pro like you, showoff,” you replied.

You realized your mistake when Eren leaned closer to you with a smirk on his face.

“So you admit that you were watching me?” Eren asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

His words caught you off guard, and you felt your face heat up from embarrassment. You didn’t know how to respond, as you and Eren both knew the answer to his question.

You looked away from him as you mumbled, “Was kind of hard not to.”

You didn’t realize how close you and Eren had been sitting, but you felt his leg touch yours and you turned your head back to look at him.

“Liked what you saw?” he asked when your eyes met his.

It felt like the party all over again. There was this tension that always seemed to build when you were with Eren, and you could feel it again now. You felt your heart start to race the longer you looked at him, and you decided that you needed to do something to relieve the tension.

“And what if I did?” you said boldly.

Eren raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised by your response, but not at all displeased. Your hand was resting on your thigh, and Eren, never looking away, moved his own hand to gently place it over yours. You took a sharp inhale of breath at the contact.

“Are you doing anything right now?” Eren asked.

You looked at him for a second longer and then looked towards the gym. Historia and Ymir hadn’t come out yet, and you figured that they would probably be a while longer.

“No,” you replied, looking at Eren again.

Eren smiled and then wrapped his hand around yours as he stood up. You grabbed your bag with your other hand. You followed Eren as he led you through the athletics building, away from the entrance of the gym. When he got to a door, he opened it and began to walk down a set of stairs.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

He looked back at you for a second and grinned.

“You’ll see,” he said.

You were confused until you got to the bottom of the stairs and Eren opened another door. You emerged into a hallway and saw some offices for sports team coaches, and it seemed like the entrance to the pool was also down here. There weren’t any people from what you could see.

Eren walked to the end of the hallway where there were two doors. You quickly realized that they were entrances to locker rooms. Eren opened one of them and quickly looked inside before closing the door again.

He released your hand and turned to look at you.

“So, here’s the deal,” he said, and you watched him as he spoke.

“I have another shift at the café in twenty minutes,” Eren continued, taking out his phone to double-check the time, “and I don’t have enough time to go all the way back to my room to shower and change.”

You nodded, although you were a bit confused about where this was going.

“So…?” you prompted him.

Eren took a deep breath, almost looking nervous.

“So… I’m saying that you can come into this empty locker room with me right now, or you can say no and walk back up those stairs,” he finished.

You looked at Eren for a few moments after he was done speaking, processing what he was implying by the offer.

Was this really happening?

As you looked at him, at his green eyes that you had begun to find so alluring, you let yourself accept just how much you had enjoyed kissing him at the party. The fact that he had been at the forefront of your mind ever since was no coincidence either.

There was no way in hell you were going to walk away.

You took Eren’s hand and looked directly into his eyes.

“Lead the way,” you said.

Eren glanced down at your lips and grinned. He turned around and pushed open the door to the locker room with you following behind, still holding onto his hand.

As soon as the door closed, Eren was on you. You threw your bag onto the floor somewhere so you could wrap your arms around Eren’s neck as he brought his mouth to yours.

Eren pushed you up against the door as he kissed you, his hands moving all over your body. While he had shown restraint at the party, that was certainly not the case now. You shivered as Eren ran his hands over your chest, feeling every dip and curve, before moving them slowly to your stomach. As he did so, you moved your arms from around his neck to his back, grabbing the material of his shirt.

You let out a tiny gasp when you felt Eren’s hands on the bare skin under your own shirt. His touch was like fire, and you couldn’t get enough. Eren tilted his head to deepen the kiss even more, and you moaned happily as you felt his tongue meet yours. You lifted Eren’s shirt and he groaned when you ran your hands along his back.

After a few seconds, Eren took his mouth off of yours. You felt his breath tickle your neck as he began to kiss the line of your jaw.

“Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that fucking party,” Eren said breathlessly in between kisses.

“Well, that, ugh—" you got cut off as you felt Eren’s teeth graze your neck.

“—that makes two of us,” you finished after a moment.

Eren moved his head away from your neck to look at you, and he was smiling. You smiled back and kissed his lips again. But then, Eren pulled away and took your hand, leading you further into the locker room.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

Eren stopped when he got to one of the shower stalls and grinned.

“I have to shower, remember?” he said.

You felt a jolt of excitement run up your spine. You looked towards the entrance of the locker room, suddenly aware that anyone could walk in.

Eren saw where you were looking and put together what you must have been thinking.

“The sports teams use these locker rooms,” he informed you. “As far as I know, there aren’t any other practices today.”

You looked at Eren and nodded. He smiled and put his hand on your cheek.

“You can tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any point,” he said.

You smiled and kissed him, pushing Eren into the shower stall, clothes and all. He kept his smile as you did so.

“I know,” you assured him.

Once you were in the shower, Eren stepped away from you for a second to turn it on. You shivered as the cold water hit your body, but Eren closed the shower curtain and then covered your body with his as he pushed you against the back wall of the shower so you weren’t directly under the water. You knew that your clothes were still getting wet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Eren kissed you fiercely, the water slowly turning warmer.

You reached around to the back of Eren’s head to take out the elastic that was holding his hair up. You wasted no time in running your hands through it freely, pulling lightly on the strands. Eren seemed to enjoy that, as he moaned and the grip he had on your hips tightened slightly.

Eventually, Eren parted his mouth from yours. He looked at you for a few seconds, and you weren’t sure what he was thinking until he began to sink down onto his knees. You had to control your breathing when you felt Eren’s hands on your thighs. He looked up at you and slowly moved his hands to the waistband of your shorts.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Fully understanding what he intended to do, you nodded eagerly.

“More than okay,” you said.

Eren grinned, and then you felt him lift your shirt up slightly. He began to kiss the area around your navel before moving his hands back to your shorts, slowly pulling them down along with your underwear. You had to steady yourself on the wall behind you as you felt Eren’s mouth move to your inner thighs, and you moaned when you felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin there.

He continued to kiss and nip his way up your thighs until you felt the heat of his mouth right over the place that was aching with need. Eren didn’t waste any time as his tongue enveloped your wet folds. You had to steady yourself again, moving your arm to grip Eren’s hair.

“Shit—” you cursed when you felt him moan at the sensation.

He continued to lick across your wet pussy, not at all shy in his ministrations. You couldn’t believe how good it all felt, and you groaned when you opened your eyes to look down at Eren between your legs.

Eren sensed you watching him and looked up at you, smirking at your flustered state. After a few seconds, however, he took his mouth off of you completely. You were about to make a sound of protest, but then you felt one of his fingers brush against your entrance before pushing inside. Eren started off slow, moving it in and out at a steady pace, and you closed your eyes again, focusing entirely on the feeling between your legs.

A second later, you felt Eren’s mouth back on you. You had to put one of your hands over your mouth to muffle your noises because suddenly, and almost simultaneously, Eren added a second finger inside you and his tongue brushed over your clit. You felt the pressure gradually build between your thighs as Eren continued to work his fingers in and out of you, while his tongue relentlessly stimulated your clit.

You brought your hand back down to Eren’s wet hair and let yourself become lost in the pleasure of it all, letting your body chase its release.

It only took a short while longer, and a particularly good-angled thrust from Eren’s fingers, to bring you moments away from orgasm.

“Fuck, Eren, I—I’m close,” you warned him, just nearly able to speak.

You felt the grip Eren’s free hand had on your hip tighten slightly in response, and he kept going with his movements, determined to make you cum. His fingers thrusted into you even deeper, and he kept moving his tongue over your clit until you felt your release crash over you.

You couldn’t muffle the sounds you made as your body convulsed in pleasure. Eren kept his mouth on you the whole time, coaxing you through it until you were completely spent.

You took your hand out of Eren’s hair and slumped against the wall of the shower. Eren placed a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before pulling your shorts back up.

“How was that?” he asked after he stood up.

You looked at him and smiled happily.

“Pretty great,” you said.

Eren smiled back and then brought his lips to yours to kiss you gently. You moaned softly when you tasted yourself on him. You paused, however, when you felt Eren’s erection hard against your thigh.

You pulled away, and Eren seemed confused until he saw you quickly glance down at his shorts.

He put his hand lightly on your cheek so you’d look back up at him.

“I don’t have time right now,” Eren said. “Can’t be late for my shift.”

You’d honestly forgotten about that. Although you wanted to stay with him longer, you also didn’t want to make him late.

You nodded at Eren and said, “Okay.”

Eren smiled softly and kissed you again before turning the water off. He pushed the curtain aside and walked into the locker room, getting water all over the floor. You weren’t soaked, but your clothes were still uncomfortably wet as you stepped out of the shower.

You saw Eren look through his bag and take out a towel. After quickly using it to dry his hair, he handed it to you.

“Here,” he said.

You smiled and took it gratefully. You wrapped it around yourself, trying your best to dry your clothes. As you did so, you realized that the towel smelled like Eren, and you smiled softly to yourself and wrapped it tighter around you.

Eren walked over to one of the bathroom stalls with his dry clothes. While he changed, you found your own bag on the floor and took out the sweater you had brought. You pulled it over your head, thankful that it was big enough to cover most of your damp clothing.

You heard the door to the bathroom stall close indicating that Eren had finished changing. You looked over at him and saw that he had tied his hair back up and that he was wearing the same outfit he had been wearing that morning at the café. He put his exercise clothes into his gym bag, and you walked over to him and gave him his towel back.

“Thanks for letting me use this,” you said.

He took it from you and smiled.

“No problem,” he said.

You stood there somewhat awkwardly as Eren put his things into his bag. When he was finished, he turned to you and asked, “Ready to go?”

You nodded and picked your bag up off of the floor. You walked with him out of the locker room and through the hallway. You walked side-by-side up the stairs, close enough that your shoulders would brush against each other as you walked.

When you emerged back into the lobby of the athletics building, you saw that Historia and Ymir had not yet finished at the gym. You quickly took your phone out to check if one of them had texted you to say that they were leaving, but neither of them had.

You walked with Eren to the entrance of the athletics building where you both paused.

“Well, you better get going,” you said after a moment.

Eren nodded and then opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but then closed it again, rethinking whatever it was he was going to say.

“I—uh, how do I say this?” Eren began, suddenly looking shy.

“It’s been fun running into you unexpectedly,” he continued, “but what if, maybe, we met expectedly sometime?”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“I’d like that,” you said.

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pilot (~revised~)

Kageyama x f!reader

may contain spoilers!

description: In which Y/n is a new addition to Karasuno’s Girl’s Volleyball Club

warning: I’m sure there are some curse words in there.

A/N: yeah so there is another version of this on my blog, but that was really like a test run/rough draft, so here is the revised one that I like better and I added more scenes. ALSO, just ask if you wanna be added to like a taglist. I already stated this in the previous pilot post i will state it again to make sure.

This started off as just as a nice story to play in my head, but I really wanted to see if I could write it down. First things first, I am raised in California. Thus, I am quite incompetent in knowledge about Japan schooling. All my knowledge is really from me googling stuff and ofc, watching haikyuu. With that said, if I made a mistake on the take of Japan schooling, I do not mean to cause any offense. This is solely for entertainment purposes. With that said, I do not own the characters of haikyuu. However, there are some characters I made up with my own imagination. In addition, this is an “x reader” sort of story but I will be defining some of her characteristics so I am sorry if it hinders you from imagining its you. Finally, I am not that good at writing stories lol but im trying. I hope you enjoy.

I hate introductions. Y/n thought to herself as she sat back down in her seat after standing in front of the class, stating her name and her previous school. Her gaze shifted towards the window. The sun was out and shining and she had the perfect view of the gymnasium. Oh how she just wanted to get up from her uncomfy chair and leave the boring lecture and head towards the gym.

It was the first day of school for Y/n at Karasuno High. It’s not like she started in the middle of the semester, no, she was just about a month late into the school year. With her work ethic, she didn’t feel any pressure in order to catch up with everyone else. She knew she would get it done.

It’s not really her fault she came a bit late into the school year either. Her dad’s job required a small move, not that she was complaining. She didn’t really feel tied down at her old high school because: she wasn’t there for that long and she didn’t really make any friends, despite joining a sport.

It’s not that she didn’t want to make friends. It seems that her track record, or the lack thereof, from junior high with meeting new people has left an imprint on her.

Y/n looks down at the worksheet that was passed out in the beginning of class. The assignment was already completed due to Y/n’s eagerness to finish any homework that would take away time from her main passion.

Some people would say she was obsessed. Some would say dedicated. She simply sees volleyball as an opportunity. The class bell rings, signaling for lunch. Before she realizes it, she is walking towards the gym, in which she would meet the girl’s volleyball captain. As she is switching shoes, she can hear screaming from inside.

“-What did I tell you about touching my onigiri! You are going to pay for that!” “I really didn’t mean it this time, I promise! I didn’t know it was yours!” The voices were muffled, yet she was still able to hear the sincerity in both of the voices. Y/n was about to open the gymnasium’s door when the door swung open by a tall pink-haired girl. She was being chased by another tall girl with long blonde hair, but she was a bit shorter than the pink one. Before Y/n could process stepping aside because it seemed the pink-haired girl had no inclination in stopping, she was tumbled to the ground by the girl who she can only guess took an onigiri without permission. As well, the blonde clumsily tripped and fell on top of the two.

“You idiots! Will you stop it! We already told you, we got a guest coming today and we want to make a good first impression!” A stern voice called out inside the gym.

“Um, Moa-san, I think our wishes are already soiled.” Another voice chimed in from the gym.

“Wha- You dumbasses! Hey, are you okay?” A girl with dirty blonde hair came out from the entrance and offered a hand towards Y/n as the two perpetrators started to get up with apologies towards Y/n.

“Yeah, I am good.” Despite just being tackled to the ground, Y/n remains as neutral as ever.

“Aren’t you going to ask if we are okay?” The energetic, pink haired spoke.

“As if I care when you collide into our guest! You really need to be more cautious, Etsuko!” She barked. “I am Aihara Moa. Pleasure to meet you. You’re the first year that turned that application past the deadline, right?” she states more calmly than her previous statement.

“Pleasure is all mine. And, yes. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Y/n states with quite the unfazed face.

Does this kid crack a smile once in a while? Moa asked in her mind. She seems quite different than the other first years we have. Her thoughts continue.

“I am Oba Yuma and this is Morita Etsuko.” Yuma, who had the pretty, long blonde hair, spoke with a warm smile.

“Why did you introduce me?! I wanted to have a cool introduction!” Etsuko huffed with a small pout.

“Well, it’s not like you can recover your so-called ‘cool introduction’ from that full-body collision.” Yuma smoothly replied. Etsuko’s eyes widened and cheeks heated up as she couldn’t come up with a sly comeback to her logic.

“You guys are just lucky that Rinko isn’t here to scold you.” Moa warned the 2 first years. With the mention of the scary third year that wasn’t even the captain, yet she reigned supreme in the disciplinary department, they shivered at the thought of the punishment.

As Y/n stepped further into the big, bright court, she spotted that she could only assume was the captain as she looked so appalled at what happened.

“Hello, you must be Michimiya Yui.” Y/n knew she had to say something to pull the worried captain from her thoughts.

“Hi! Yes, that’s me! I am so sorry for those two. I would say they aren’t always like that, but I don’t want to lie to a potential teammate.” Yui spoke with an uneasy smile.

Yuma and Etsuko’s interests peaked when they heard “a potential teammate” come out of their captains' mouths. They were the only first years on the team, so the thought of another person in the same boat as them made them excited and wanted to join the conversation. The two first years gave each other a look and started to walk towards Yui, and hopefully their new friend. However, before they could even be in ear-shot, the pair got pulled away by Sasaki Chizuru, another third year.

“Oh, no. Don’t think you will be bombarding her with questions right off the bat.” She bluntly states.

“Oh, c’mon Sasaki, aren’t you curious about her? Like how did she get into volleyball? Or even, is she a beginner? Or maybe she is an absolute monster who dominates the court!” Etsuko proclaimed as her mind went too fast for her mouth to follow.

“As of right now, it’s not our business. All we can do, and are allowed to do”, emphasizing the word ‘allowed’, “is to watch from the sidelines and quietly eat our lunches.” Chizuru instructed the first years and pointed at the far corner of the gym.

Despite her own words, Chizuru couldn’t help but glance at Y/n and wonder the same things that the first year questioned. At face value, Y/n was quite the enigma. The 2 first years gave a pout, but headed towards their desired location.

“So, you came from Niiyama Girls' High? That’s a really good school for volleyball. What made you come to Karasuno?” Yui asked.

“It was the most ideal school in terms of my dad’s work location.” Y/n states plainly. She didn’t technically lie. It was an ideal school in terms to the proximity to her new apartment, but that was not the only reason. She saw videos of their interhigh-prelims last year and to be quite frank, Y/n was not entirely impressed with the state of their team. However, she knew that this meant there was room to grow for them. She knew very well that she could have gone to Shiratorizawa and joined their girls’ volleyball. Objectively, with her skill set, Shiratorizawa made sense. Nonetheless, Y/n didn’t know what compelled her to pick this one. She convinced herself it was because she is a sucker for rooting the underdog.

Does this kid show any emotion? Yui thought in her mind. It’s like nothing affects her.

“How long have you been playing volleyball?” Yui curiously asked.

“Since the 2nd grade.” Y/n quickly states. As much as she wasn’t showing it, she was just itching to show what she can do. The court was right there in front of her, after all.

“That’s impressive, alright, well if you’re comfortable with it, I’d love to see some serves and sets from you. After school, we can hold a three on three since we all aren’t really in the right clothes to play.”

“Sounds good.” To say Y/n was excited would be an understatement. As she removed her cream sweater, she could feel a set of eyes burning a hole on her back. She turned around to put her sweater down and realized that she was wrong. It wasn’t one pair of eyes, it was all of them, curious to see how good she really is. She could feel her heart pounding at the thought of holding everyone’s attention. She knew if she let her mind continue, the nerves would get to her and hinder her performance. She took deep breaths and started to quietly humm a song that was previously playing on her phone from her morning ride to school.

Yui passed a volleyball to her and ran to the other side of the net, and yelled, “Let’s see what ya got!”

Y/n carried herself behind the serve line, taking one deep breath to keep her hands from shaking. With that exhale, she opened her eyes and focused her sights on Yui. The captain wouldn’t admit it, but she could already feel herself sweating under the first year’s gaze.

She looks so intimidating. I’m not even on the court, yet I’m scared. Yuma viewed Y/n’s determined look. For Y/n, it was as if everything crumbled away and the only thing remained was the court. She starts her run up.

A jump serve?! Yuma, Etsuko, and Chizuru incredulously thought simultaneously with eyes basically bugging out of their head. They watch in amazement as she jumps with severe height and reeled her arm back. After that, all that could be sensed was a loud snap and then the ball smacked the ground next to the wide-eyed captain. The impact from the ball gave a small breeze through Yui’s short hair. The deafening silence that followed her serve filled the room in an instant. Those watching from the sidelines had to pick up their jaws from the floor.

“She’s a first year?! Are you sure?!” Etsuko broke the silence with her curiosity getting the best of her.

“Boke Etsuko! That was already clarified, don’t make her repeat herself!” Yuma scolded. While Yui read your capabilities on your application form, it was nothing like actually being on the receiving end in real time.

“That’s quite a serve she got in her arsenal.” A voice startled the three high school students, sitting on the sidelines. Etsuko and Yuma were the most startled, but Chizuru was quite used to her fellow classmate popping in every now and then.

“Seriously, Sudou. We have to put a bell on you or something because I don’t think my heart can take any of your surprise entrances.” Sudou Rinko only slyly chuckles at Etsuko remark. She looks over at Y/n and Yui on the court.

“Did you guys see the precision on that serve?” Rinko posed to the other three sitting on the ground, munching on their lunch.

“Well, not really, but it landed, like, near Michimiya, right?” Etsuko tries to come up with the answer that Rinko was looking for.

“It landed right next to her left foot. I think that pipsqueak is able to aim her serve.”

“What?! That’s insane.”

“Yeah, insane, but not impossible.”

“With her, maybe we can win more games!”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Etsuko, a team is only good if everyone is giving their all.” Yuma reminds. “After all, there’s not only one person on the court, there’s six.”

“I heard she came from Niiyama Girls' High.” Sudou stated as she reverted her gaze back to her fellow teammates. They stared at her after she gave more information on the stranger in their gym.

“Why would she come to Karasuno then?” Yuma asked honestly. She knew that her team had strengths, but she also knew that other teams had strengths that overpowered them.

“How could you diss your own school like that?” Etsuko was almost angry at how her teammate was treating their school. She always was the one to take pride in everything she does.

“No, that’s a valid question. It makes sense that a player with her caliber would be well-suited in a powerhouse school.” Rinko supported Yuma in her question. All four look ahead and see that Y/n is beginning to set for Yui.

“Her precision and accuracy are so on point, it almost makes me sick.” Yuma commented on how your form for setting only held the necessities. Y/n stepped with purpose, and it showed as she passed a nice set for Yui, allowing her to have optimal choices in where she can place her spike.

The bell rang, ending lunch. Etsuko couldn’t wait for practice. She wanted to play against Y/n on the three on three. As for Yuma, she always wanted to learn how to set, but with her grand height, most people would assume she would be great as a spiker. Everyone started to pack their belongings up, heading to their respected classes. Y/n started to head towards class 1-5. Etsuko and Yuma caught up with Y/n, standing on the sides of her.

“Do you guys need something?” Y/n poses the question bluntly, yet she was quite startled. Y/n never expected to have people purposefully come up to her.

“Yeah, where did you learn to serve like that? It’s crazy!” Etsuko praises.

“Don’t you remember what Sasaki said? Don’t crowd her with questions, dumbass!” Yuma scolded, which Etsuko already had an irritated look on her face.

“It’s only one question! It’s not like she’s going to fall apart by it, and I just wanna know because I want be strong as well!” Etsuko’s vain on her forehead looked like it was having a field day.

“Yeah, like that would ever happen.” Yuma remarks.

“What did you just say?! I’m going to make you eat your words!”

“Ooo Frenchie has me shaking in my boots” Yuma taunts with the famous pink haired character from Grease. Etsuko started to jump at Yuma. Because Y/n was between them, she raised an arm.

“Please do not fight, you may cause a ruckus.” Y/n chimed in. The first years returned to their previous spots. Etsuko huffed a little and crossed her arms and slightly turned her head away.

“So, what class are you in? I am in class 1-4. I don’t think I have seen you in the hallways.” Yuma tries to maneuver the conversation to something other than volleyball. Y/n was honestly confused. It’s been awhile when someone her age, someone in her grade asked her a genuine question about herself. She almost felt it was some sort of joke.

“Um, I have class 1-5. And that’s because today’s my first day. Transferred a bit late.” Y/n had pauses in between her words, still not used to people going out of their way to talk to her.

“Woah! You must be pretty smart! That’s a college-prep class, right?” Yuma genuinely comments with a warm smile. Y/n nods, complements on stuff other than volleyball made Y/n short-circuit. The trio walks inside the main school building, the air condition changing the atmosphere. Y/n didn’t notice, but she received some stares from other students as the three walk through hallways. While Y/n remained oblivious, Yuma and Etsuko realized immediately and looked at each other with perplexed looks, not because of the stares that were directed towards you, but the fact that you seemed unfazed by it.

“Woah, who is that? She’s really pretty.” a student spoke to their friend.

“She’s new I’m pretty sure.” another commented.

“I heard she has a famous dad. She’s like loaded.”

“I wonder if she’s taken”

“I heard she came from California.”

“Someone told me she’s snooty.”

“Her looks certainly make up for it”

“Why is she hanging out with those weird volleyball girls?”

Etsuko physically jolted at that last comment, anyone can physically see the irritation on her face. She turned her head towards the voice of the last comment, wanting to immediately put them in their place. On the other hand, Y/n was too much in her head at the moment.

Shoot, I haven’t asked them a question. Well, that’s what I should do, right? That’s what friends do? Wait, we aren’t even friends, I just met them. They probably think I’m weird. Oh great, now I haven’t said anything for the past 3 minutes. They probably think I don’t like them. Y/n felt that this was weird foreign territory.

“So, what’s your favorite subject?” Y/n broke the silence, just wanting to say anything to make sure that her two future teammates knew that she was still invested in this conversation.

Are you serious, Y/n?! No one wants to talk about school, that’s so lame! They probably think you’re a smart ass. Uhg. You’re terrible at this. Y/n wanted to groan and bow her head in shame, but all she could do is hold her head high and follow through with her question.

“I like math, and you won’t get an actual subject out of Etsuko, she will probably say something stupid like lunch.” Yuma answered.

“Hey! Why do you keep answering for me?! I am fully capable of answering!” Etsuko barked at her snarky teammate.

“Yeah, your English grade can clearly vouch for you.” Yuma sarcastically stated. Etsuko looked like all the blood from her face left, looking quite pale due to her not so great English grade. Y/n didn’t realize it, but a small smile was on her face as she saw the two interact.

“Well, this is my stop, And, Etsuko, your stop was awhile ago.” Yuma stated as she didn’t really know if she should just send a wave your way or a handshake because Y/n seemed so formal. She settled with a pat on the back. Etsuko copied Yuma, but her pat was a bit more forceful and it really just turned into a smack. Y/n didn’t say anything, but noted that Etsuko has one hell of an arm on her.

“I already knew that! I wanted to talk to our new friend!” Etsuko looked like she was going to cross her arms and stomp her foot like a small child throwing a tantrum. Y/n stopped her walking when she heard the word “friend” come out of Etsuko’s mouth. Y/n turned to look at Etsuko and Yuma with a surprised look. Etsuko and Yuma instinctively thought they misspoke and perhaps angered you.

“We’re friends?” Y/n held a pause between the two words. Her incredulous face kept switching eye contact between the 2 first years in front of her. “You don’t even know if I will be your teammate yet.” Y/n stated. Etsuko bursted out in laughter and it caused Y/n’s face to turn beet red, embarrassed. Yuma’s face looked like she wanted to backhand Etsuko, but before she could, Etsuko spoke “You don’t have to be our teammate for us to be friends! There isn’t criteria the last time I checked to be friends. Besides, you’re really cool!”

Yuma retracted her arm, despite Etsuko being a dumbass, she somehow always knew what to say in awkward situations. Y/n felt something that spread through her chest. It was a warm, fuzzy feeling. Etsuko and Yuma bid there goodbye’s to Y/n, leaving her to get to her class. The feeling in her chest was not new, it’s just a feeling that she has not felt in a long time.

Y/n sat down in her seat and pulled out her notebook. Everyone started to take their seats. Right before the teacher reached to close the door, a short girl with a small blue hair tie in her short blonde hair just managed to slip through the door. She was out of breath and sweaty, muttering an apology and quickly sat at her desk, which was coincidentally on Y/n’s left side. The teacher began lecturing, instructing to open a page in their textbook.

The end of the school day approached rather quickly. Because of her most recent interaction with Etsuko and Yuma, she couldn’t wait for the three on three. Specifically, who would she be playing against. While thinking of possible offense moves to coordinate, Y/n grabs her volleyball bag from her locker and makes her way to the girl’s gym. The door was already open and she peaked through to make sure there was no way she will be tackled again. She makes eye contact with a girl with short black hair, which she vaguely remembers as Sudou Rinko.

“Hello! I’m sorry I am a bit early, I just wanted to get a head start in warming up because I do take awhile for those.” Y/n quickly explains with a hint of timidness.

“That’s alright! I already setted up the net so you’re welcome to warm up in here or outside, whichever you prefer.” Sudou stated, making sure she didn’t seem to overbearing as others perceive her to be.

“Okay, thank you. I do prefer outside.” As much as Y/n’s face held a deadpan look, she was nervous in front of the third year. She didn’t know if she could just head out or bow. Unfortunately, she went with the latter. Sudou cheeks turned red. She didn’t really expect that, I mean in her eyes, she’s just a third year. But, your formality was appreciated.

“Heh, no need to be so formal. I’ve seen what you can do even without warming up, and we would be lucky to have you on our team.” Sudou reassured.

Now it was Y/n’s turn to turn slightly red. She’s new to accepting genuine compliments. So, all she did was a weird salute with a firm nod of her head, and headed out.

That kid has an interesting way of interacting with people. Sudou thought to herself. Hopefully, she’ll be able to open up more. Sudou busied herself by warming up as well.

In the meantime, Y/n found a spot near the side of the gym where there were no trees and the sun just perfectly drenched the scenery with natural light. It was as if the sun placed a golden film over everything and settled on a calm atmosphere. Here, Y/n began stretching.

After awhile, Y/n was tossing a volleyball up in the air, getting comfortable with how the ball fit perfectly in her hands as she set it in the air. After a couple of sets, she got into the rhythm of bumping, setting, and spiking against a wall. While she was focused on the ball, out of her peripheral vision, she notices someone. After a spike, rather than bumping it, she catches it.

“If you are going to stare any longer, I expect a name out of you.” Y/n stated with a calm yet stern tone while still staring at the wall in front of her.

“I-I’m sorry. You just seem so focused.” The stranger spoke.

Y/n closes her eyes, when she opens them, she turns to look at the stranger. He’s tall, way taller than her. He’s got a beard and his hair is pulled into a tight bun. If Y/n didn’t know any better, she would have assumed he was a teacher, but he was wearing a school uniform after all. With her eyes set on him, it was as if the guy visibly shook in fear and eyes widened.

“Well, you have to be, in an actual game of course.” Y/n responded.

“You play?” The mysterious guy asks. He does have a calming voice for someone who looks like the opposite.

“In order for me to answer, you should give me your name. I’ve been taught to not talk to strangers.”

“Oh r-right. I’m Azumane Asahi.”

There was a beat of silence as Y/n kept staring at him, deciding how she should approach this conversation. In Asahi’s eyes, he thought she was judging him and he started to wonder why didn’t he just mind his own business.

“Yes, I play.” Y/n answered his previous question. Asahi perked up at her answer like a little puppy.

“You seem like you’re really dedicated.” Asahi offered his observation to her. Y/n chuckles. Asahi’s eyes widened once more at the sudden reaction out of the girl.

“I’m guessing you play as well.” Asahi was dumbfounded at your observation. He was scared at how you were able to pick that up quickly.

“H-how did you-”

“Someone who is able to easily recognize the dedication in one person, also finds that same dedication within themselves”

Damn, this girl is wise. Asahi thought.

“However, volleyball was just a guess.” Y/n continued. “And I was lucky enough to be right.”

“Well, I don’t know about that.”

Y/n looked at him again. Y/n wasn’t one to let someone divulge into their personal life. Mainly because no one really came up to her for advice since she was quite the nonchalant person. However, if today is any indication, it seems her social interaction skills has been given a second shot. Y/n analyzed Asahi’s troubled face.

“Are you having an internal battle?”

How unfortunate that you phrased it that way, Y/n. Jeez. You can be so formal sometimes. Y/n scolded herself.

“Yeah, of some sorts.” Asahi responded with a puzzling look at the ground.

“About volleyball?” Y/n specified.

“Uh, yeah.” he reluctantly responded.

“What’s up?” Y/n knew that was more informal and she mentally high-fived herself for talking like a normal teenager.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah”

“Have you ever not wanted to do something because you failed at it?”

A beat of silence.

“No.” Y/n said confidently. However, she knew what he was trying to ask, so she added, “But, I’ve felt frustrated at it before.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“Well, tell me, can you be frustrated at something yet you want keep trying it?”

Asahi didn’t respond, just thinking of what she said.

“The answer is yes, by the way. Volleyball is a sport where you are constantly improving yourself, just like any other sport really.” Y/n started to blabber on. “Volleyball provides that uncomfortable tension of not being enough. For some people, it discourages them completely, leaving them to quit or be stagnant. But, there are rare cases where the person is strongly encouraged by it. Those are the people who really do succeed.”

Asahi was deep in thought as he processed your words. As Y/n looks at Asahi, he looks like he’s going to hurt himself if he thinks any harder.

“Here, stand over there. Let me set for you.” Y/n commanded. Asahi Looks up, “h-how did you know I spike?” At this point, he thought you were some sort of psychic.

Y/n shrugs, “Only an ace would have that mindset and label a simple mistake as a “failure”. You feel like you’re whole team depends on you, right?” Asahi nods with shame. “Well, I think you need to understand that the other 5 people on your side have their own jobs as well. Sure, they know that you are capable of grabbing a point, but that’s because they are supporting you in the process.”

Asahi is quite overwhelmed at all the truth you are speaking, but it makes sense to him. Asahi obeys and walks where you pointed to.

“Now, run up like you are going to spike. You’re job is to knock,” Y/n grabs an apple from her lunch box, “this off of this trashcan.” Y/n places the apple on the the tin can and positions it in the way where a blocker would be in terms of where Asahi is standing. “Imagine this,” she draws a line in the dirt with her foot, “is the net. And, I don’t doubt that you are able to hit over the net.”

“O-oh I don’t know, you see, I haven’t really-”

“Just do it.” Y/n cuts him off with a sigh. Asahi gulps and catches the ball from Y/n.

He takes a deep breathe in. And a deep breathe out. He tosses the ball to you. Of course, Y/n perfectly sets the ball for him.

She notices after those deep breathes, it seems Asahi is a completely different person. He looks more focused and confident. His eyes are concentrated on the ball.

After the set, Y/n quickly looks over at the tin trashcan. And lo and behold, her apple is now on the dirt floor. Y/n smiles fondly. Asahi carries the most precious smile on his face.

“Now, how did that feel?” Y/n questions him.

“Makes me want to do another.” Asahi was staring at his hand as if the key to life was written on his hand. He then looked over at Y/n with a glint of inspiration in his eyes.

“The boys volleyball team should still be practicing, right? I still have to start my own practice.” Y/n shares a soft smile, which she hasn’t done in awhile. Asahi reverts back to a nervous state. Y/n’s guessing there is some awkward tension between that relationship.

“Just go to them. It never hurts to just try, right?” Y/n tries her best to be encouraging, but not too pushy.

“I-I don’t know I left them so suddenly-”

“Just go! Or else.” Y/n knew she shouldn’t use fear as a tactic to push him, but to be quite frank, it’s useful in these rare occasions. Asahi fervently nods, he didn’t want to hear what came after ‘what else’ so he quickly grabs his bag and starts his jog to the boy’s gym.

“Oh wait! What’s your name?” Asahi was already a bit far, so she had to yell, “Y/n! Good luck!” She cups her mouth as if that will totally help her voice travel to him. “Well, thank you, Y/n!”

Y/n picks up her things and heads towards the gym, where she has her own journey to embark on.

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Two sides of the same coin.

Sorry I haven’t posted for a long time, I’ve been busy and I’ve been tired lately, but I hope I can make it up to you guys for my absence lately.

And I’ve discussed this lately that I will be doing this with my oc insert and the reason behind it would be anonymous please respect my decisions. :(

Summary: You go to Diagon Alley to get your books for your Second year in Hogwarts but while in the shop in Flourish and Blotts you are taken somewhere by a book that turned into a mysterious door with a peculiar symbol.

Chapter 5.

It was finally to go back to Hogwarts so you had to buy this years books and anything else needed so that would mean your grandfather will be taking you to Diagon Alley with him, since your grandparents wanted to go to Diagon Alley with you to go shopping for your first year but they couldn’t since they were out on a 1 week vacation so now was there chance.

But this time your grandmother can’t go since she’s been feeling under the weather lately so she had to stay in bed today to rest.

So you went to eat breakfast and dress up to go outside today in a Dark Blue sweater, black shorts, a black beanie, the scarf your grandmother knitted you, with loose white socks that pooled around your ankles and black shoes.

After brushing your hair you picked up your bag and placed the letter with the list of books and things you have to get that are required.

But noticing that most of the books are by Gilderoy Lockhart, he was famous for his stories and they have been written into books but I guess you didn’t mind it anyways since that’s what the school wants you to get then that’s what you’ll get.

Tying up your messy red hair in a ponytail was always that task since it would always poof up on how thick it was so you always tied it so it wouldn’t go to your face and have to push it back out of annoyance.

“Juniper!” Your Grandfather called out.

You shouted ‘coming’ and gathered your things and put them in your bag rushing down the stairs and went to your grandparents room to kiss your grandmother goodbye and went to Diagon Alley by floo.

You really had to get used to travelling by floo really, patting away dust from your clothes you stood up and saw how the streets on Diagon alley was packed of people.

Looking around from where you stood you saw two boys standing in front of Flourish and Blotts, where you were supposed to go so walking up to them since they might be new students going to Hogwarts.

“Hi!” the two boys looked at you like they were looking at a ghost, the shorter one said a quiet ‘Hi’ that it probably would’ve not had been heard by you.

“You guys must be shopping for your books for your second year of Hogwarts! I’ve never seen you before but My name’s Juniper Brighton and you are?”

They both looked at each other then the taller boy nodded the shorter one spoke up and said “I’m Abdel McCohen and this is my older twin brother Thomas McCohen”

“Are you guys perhaps new to Hogwarts?” “Yes we are” Thomas spoke up.

“We were finally allowed to go out in public and attend school” Abdel said “Oh so you guys were Homeschooled?” you asked “Yes we were”.

You told them that you guys should go inside the store so the three of you can talk and get to know each other, They met your friends Hermione, Ron and Harry.

The McCohen twins were kinda a weird bunch but who am I to speak when I’m a witch? Hehe.

They told me that they weren’t used to speaking with kids their age since their Father would force them to business gatherings with adults and they had to talk with them since they were like their Father’s future successors.

You were looking at a Wizard and Princess romance book when it was swiped away from your grasp, looking up it was Fred with a mischievous smirk on his lips, pouting you told him to give it back and his smirk only grew bigger shaking his head he said no and that you had to get it from him.

Yeah that kinda didn’t end well, running around the store for it and stumbling on your feet and ending up falling and bringing Fred down with you, that was your chance.

Groaning Fred looked up at you and you snatched the book from him and standing up, extending a hand to Fred and pulling him up.

“Got the book” You said in a sing song voice.

“That wasn’t fair you did that on purpose” Fred whined “Wish I did” Fred crossed his arms over his chest but went to ruffle your hair making a small blush creep to your cheeks.

Opening the book to scan the pages but then when it was in the middle of the book it started to glow and float into the air, you backed up a bit and Fred went in front of you as in of a protective manner, thinking Fred told you to stay there to get the others for help or maybe to ask what to do.

Staring at it the then, the book glowed brighter and grew larger in a form of a door, engraved was a strange symbol.

It looked a bit familiar but the memory was pretty foggy and it was very vivid it kinda looked like a-

"What is that?"

Hermione.

"Bloody hell" Ron mumbled.

The conversation was going on but you've been long gone from that racing all your memories because the familiarity of the symbol would be killing you from the inside.

You went to walk slowly towards the door going to touch and trace the doors symbol, the symbol glowed and the door opened to a what you would say a some kind of portal.

"Guys...Hey guys!"

They turn to you and their eyes widened at the opened door, Harry walked forward and next to you and asked what it was, you told him you had no idea but you were going to find out what, they asked what you meant but before they could get a reply from you, you ran forward and went inside the portal.

Harry was going to grab your hand to pull you back but it was already too late..you were on the other side of the portal, where ever it lead, you weren't going to be able to make it on your own.

Without thinking Fred went on and ran after you entering the portal and so did George going after you and his twin brother, Harry, Ron and Hermione were going to enter the portal as well but it had quickly closed and disappeared the book falling onto the floor, quickly, Hermione picked up the book and tried to get the portal open again.

But it didn't work, the portal didn't open again the three looked at each other concerned but then suddenly the book was snatched away from Hermione's hands, looking to the person it was someone they least expected or wanted to be with at the moment right now.

"What's the mudblood got right here?" Draco sneers.

"Give it here Malfoy." Harry says sternly.

"...No" Draco says and begins to run down to the main floor, the three follow behind him.

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Rubbing your eyes you open them and see that your in a forest, looking around the environment looks far from normal, the clouds forming into silly shapes and in different colors, the trees twisted into weird shapes and in the color purple and decorated in colorful leaves.

Standing up, you went to glance around and see Fred and George on the floor, running to them you try to get them to stand up.

"Are you guys okay?" You ask.

Fred groans sitting up and rubbing his head "Were alright, right George?" you look to George and he just puts his hand up and puts it down groaning, you walk up to him and help him get up seeing if there are any injuries "Don't worry about me, I'm a big boy I'm alright." you nodded.

And stood up and looked around again, your eyed landed onto a flower it looked like the symbol on the door, crouching down the ground surrounding it was ice, hovering your hand under it to look at it, it was surprisingly cold like ice but it was still alive.

Maybe it was only a coincidence that it matches the symbol on the portals door, standing back up there was a green path.

That wasn't there before you thought, but right now you dragged Fred and George with you and others are still on the other side of the portal.

"We have to find a way out." "What why?" You didn't answer you just looked around and tried to find a way back, you were going to climb a tree to find out where you were but a hand on your shoulder stopped you, you were turned around to be faced with Fred and George giving you questioning looks.

Biting the inside of your lip you turned back around and tried to climb up the tree but once again you were stopped "Put me down!" You tried to wiggle yourself out of Fred's grasp but he was older and stronger, not to mention he was a beater in Quidditch so you decided to stop squirming around since it would definitely be useless.

"June.." "I was reckless and I went inside the portal and I dragged you two alongside me! There are you happy?" You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest, carefully you were placed down and turned around and put into a hug.

It surprised you, but it made you feel better "How about we go and follow the path and see where it leads us?" "Don't you wanna go back home?" "Nah, not now but there might be stuff we could use for pranks when we go back to Hogwarts!" Fred exclaims.

Ofcourse you thought but giggled nonetheless "Hey I'm serious!" "Right Freddie, sure" George says.

The three of you follow the green path to see where it would lead Fred talks about countless plans and possible things you guys will find here and George just jokes around earning some elbow shoves from Fred you just giggled glad that maybe it wasn't a bad idea to enter the portal.

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That was it for now! And this is definitely not following the plot of Harry Potter, but I think it's better than having to follow all of the plots and this is probably what fanfiction is all about.

Not following the main plot of the original story!

Anyways that concludes it for chapter 5 I hope you guys enjoyed today's chapter and I'm sorry it doesn't make sense at all.

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laufire · 3 years

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Supernatural s2

I’m halfway through s3 already (technically a rewatch, but there were episodes I didn’t watch the first time around), so this post is a little overdue lol. At this rhythim the posts will overlap. Plus I’m hoping I can finish s4-5 during the holidays to see the ~intended ending~ before I have to slow down on the binge-watch. After that, a season a month sounds achievable AND won’t take longer than 2021 xD

ANYWAY.

-Overall, I’ve enjoyed it more than the first one, but at the same time I’ve found myself missing how... claustrophobic? Insular? Compact? That one was. s2 was about the world opening up just a little bit more, introducing new characters to the brothers’ life, etc. I do love the detail that this is something that can only have, narratively speaking, once John is dead. Again: this show gets abusive families, consciously or not.

-The foreshadowing is beautifully done. 15 seasons make for a lot of unintentional and ironic foreshadowing later on, I’m sure, but the purposeful foreshadowing is superb this season. About the crossroads deals, of course, but especially about John’s last words. I already knew he’d told Dean he might have to kill Sam (father of the year, seriously. Though I side-eye the fandom even more for always having acted as if this is only awful for Dean lol), so I was hyperaware of every single detail. My favourite moment was the absolute horror of hearing Gordon proudly, cheerfully relate how he murdered his sister when she became a vampire (which, btw, as someone that’s still bitter about what went down with the Gunn siblings on Angel, I found it healing to see something like that treated as a horror story).

-Speaking of Gordon: I unashamedly love his character lmfao. Sterling K. Brown is mesmerizing, always. At the same time, I have serious mixed feelings (especially after seeing his arc in full in s3) because man, if it isn’t a racist mess. I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s not exactly revolutionary that the first time we see the story from the monster’s POV (something I want the show to do! Often!), it’s when white monsters are stalked and brutalized by our first black hunter. Especifically a white woman, btw (although I’m happy to see Tara Maclay as a brunette vampire. I didn’t know I needed that in my life, but I did). And you can tell that the show thinks it’s just so SMART and FUNNY to have a ~racist black hunter!! I mean, the comment about how psychic kids would be “betraying their race” if they allied with demons?? FFS.

And ofc there’s the fact that he’s condemned for the exact same type of stuff that makes Dean be hailed as a hero lmfao. Though I won’t like, I love the moment where, faced with the comparison, Dean’s response is “I might be like you, I might not. But you’re the one tied up.” I love those kinds of character moments. As of s2 I officially have a love-hate relationship with Dean Winchester, I hate it here xDD

But still, on his own, Gordon is an amazing character (it’s one of the most frustrating things about the show, the greatness tainted by the bigotry :))). Charismatic, terrifying, and ofc superbly acted. Also, I love that the fact that he praised John (as opposed to every other hunter having a rockier relationship with him) is clearly supposed to be a red flag LMFAO.

-I enjoy how the seasons delves more deeply into Sam’s ~~dark origins, since it was my fave thing about him way back when. I’m already mourning the (as I suspect) lost of his powers, ngl. There’s a little more attention in how he tends to over-identify with supernatural creatures struggling with their ~dark sides too (bitch me too, the fuck xD), which I LOVE to see (among other reasons because at least in that way we get a little of their POV in the forefront lol). One of my favourites in that sense was the episode centered around the ghost-who-didn’t-know-she-was-ghost, played by Tricia Helfer. I clocked early one what was going on, but it was still very enjoyable, especially with Sam’s empathy with her (contrasted by Dean being a total bitch about it, btw. I can’t believe I still see post about how Dean is all heart/kindness/compassion/whatever the fuck. Dean is all about selective empathy and only when it conveniences him, pls).

I was more divided on the episode with Madison the werewolf, tbh. OTOH it put Sam in a better position, for a change xD. As the one willing to make The Hard Choices by fulfilling his promise to kill her because she was dangerous, even when Dean offered to ~take the burden from him. OTOH I hate that kind of thing lol. YOU GUYS KNOW A HUNTER PRO LIKE BOBBY, I BET HE COULD’VE FIGURED OUT SOMETHING TO CONTAIN HER A FEW NIGHTS A MONTH. Also, my immediate reaction was to compare this to when my man Angel had a crush on a werelady and helped her every month lmfao. But then, very few characters can withstand a comparison with Angel, in any sense :P

I also liked Sam’s subplot with his fellow demon-psychic kids, though I wish it’d lasted longer :/ (also: RME at the queer girl dying almost immediately AND her power being killing people, her girlfriend first of all, with her touch. The black guy was the last one to die at least...?). My fave was Ava, by far. I loved her since her reaction to helping Sam stealing a psychiatrist’s records was yelling “I’M AWESOME!!”. It made it easy to buy that someone that appeared so mundane, with her easy life and her fiance and whatnot, would become so power hungry and go off the rails, IMO.

BTW: RME at Dean being all “oh Sam is going too dark/becoming to cold” when Sam kills Jake. Jake ripped off his spine and killed him first!! It both amuses me and infuriates me all the times Dean tries to push Sam to be more like himself and then freaks out whenever Sam is not all sunshine and rainbows (while still remaining, IMO, far less cold than Dean himself. Besides, it’s not easy to be colder than Dean, lol).

Lastly, a little character detail I loved was when Sam was jealous about Dean being in the federal database but not himself lmfao.

-I loved the new foreshadowing crumb with Sam finding out Mary knew the demon, too (information he’ll withhold from Dean, which I approve of LOL). I mean, I know exactly what’s up, I’ve watched most of s4 xD (also, what is UP with this family and making deals with demons. Everyone but Sam so far!! And then HE gets dragged for ~getting too close to one smh. Maybe lead by example!! Also also: yes, it was meant to be ambiguous, but I can’t help but notice the only kiss-pact -or further, depending to how close YED was to Lilith’s levels, since to make a deal with her you have to fuck xD- we didn’t see was the one that must’ve happened between John and YED. Cowards!! xD). Still. I’m so curious about her. Her resurrection is one of the main reasons I’m determined to make it to the later seasons, ngl.

-Another thing I LOVED about this season is how they used sibling relationships to parallel/foreshadow stuff about the brothers, the way s1 did often with fathers. I’ve already mentioned Gordon and his sister, but the others are not less brutal imo: Andy having to kill his evil twin, who wanted him all for himself (... Dean is that you xD); the little girl’s ghost who wanted her grand-niece to commit suicide to stay with her, and didn’t give in until her old sister agreed to die in her place. It was chilling. Also, at one point the parallel was between the brothers and a married couple (the ghost-who-didn’t-know-she-was-a-ghost) and asñdlfkajsf. I’m guessing they had fun with the shippers lol.

Speaking of the brothers’ relationship, this season also goes a little further in escalating the violence between them, when Dean punches Sam in the face and he refuses to respond (“you can hit me all you want, it won’t change anything”. Fuck), or when Dean again punches Sam after Sam was possessed by Meg ¬¬

-Going back to my love-hate relationship with Dean, lmfao. My biggest beef remains how much validation his POV gets from the narrative, granted or not; he’s one of the most irritating cases of protagonist-centered morality and I know it’s only going to get worse smh. At least this season it feels a little more balanced than in s1, with episodes like the one where the civilian Sam had tried to keep away dies halfway through the ep because Dean allowed him to get involved, for example. Still, it grates on me xD. The continuing prison rape jokes/demonic possession rape jokes (with Meg and Sam), his general grossness with women and his lack of sympathy for non-humans even when they’re not trying to hurt anyone don’t exactly help. Also, I often see him praised for some of his political views, a lot of which I agree with (his mistrust of cops, saying convicts don’t deserve to die no matter what they do), but when contrasted with his general attitude across the show it’s really grating ngl.

But then he has such AMAZING character details thrown in, that make me appreciate him as a POV character nonetheless, as much as I often want to curb stomp the guy xD. I loved his speech about how there’s no such thing as a dignified death. I love how he refused to come near his mother’s grave, both at the beginning and at the end of the episode (this show is like, the cure to DCCW’s shows false fuzzy sentimentality istg). I love his pop-culture references, like when Sam mentions Dean always thought OJ was the murderer or Dean jokes about freeing Katie Holmes from Scientology’s cult xD (sometimes it really hits you how old this show is lol). I enjoyed his Wishverse episode, and his lines after Sam dies/he sells his soul to save him (“I had one job”, “my life can mean something”) hit HARD.

But most of all? I LOVE how and why he starts losing respect for John. It’s so fucking cold and abrupt and makes so much sense!! Like, yes, part of it is John’s message about killing Sam (... again, father of the year!), but most of all it’s about John making a pact with a demon and dying TO SAVE DEAN (and probably, simply that he died at all. That shit de-mystifies anyone). IT’S SO FUCKING GREAT TO WATCH. “He spent his life chasing that demon. He was supposed to die fighting, not making a deal with the damn thing. That was supposed to be his legacy, not this." Damn, Dean xDD. The *contempt* with which he said that killed me.

I also love his inherently atheist vision of the world (even if yes, it’s extremely funny knowing this show has canon God and angels and shit -no Jesus Christ though, which I find endlessly funny-, or that they actually meet the archangel Gabriel in disguise xD. Either way, the episode with the fake angel and its foreshadowing was hilarious), his anti-destiny stance, and that it’s him and not John who gets to kill YED.

-I liked Ellen and Jo. Not LOVED, but I liked them. I keep fearing that secondary (especially female) characters will feel empty/shallow but the show keeps proving me wrong, even with one-episode wonders, and at first I wasn’t sure about them, but I was sold quickly. Partially because of the actresses, they both had this... humanizing, endearing quality? It worked really well. I also loved the explicit contrast between John and Ellen’s parenting styles, with Ellen wanting Jo to return to school and be safe from the hunt, and Jo wanting something different. Also, I wouldn’t ship it if you paid me, but LOL at anyone who actually buys Dean sees Jo as a ~little sister just because MEG said that rme.

This show is just REALLY good when it comes to giving depth to a character with only a couple of brush strokes, which makes it all the more frustrating when they abruptly die or disappear to never be seen again/only once more (to abruptly die!) :)))

I was less sold on Ash; he was amusing, but having a Genius Hacker TM helping them out seemed like the beginning of increasingly giving the brothers ways of deux ex machina-ing them out of problems, when one of my favourite things about the show is seeing them creatively find ways out themselves. I like when they’re competent! Like with the multitude of codes they have to improvise plans, like in the episode where with two words through a lawyer they implemented a quick scheme so that Sam would escape from a police precinct. I like that stuff.

-I’m still so bitterly jealous about the dead man’s blood hurting vampires detail. SO BITTERLY JEALOUS. I love a lot of what this show does with its lore but that little bit is the worst offender. I want it so bad xD

#talking to the void #my thoughts #spn thoughts #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #gordon walker #ellen harvelle #jo harvelle #spn s2 #the winchesters get to have a tag I GUESS

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caffeinetheory · 4 years

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Heartfelt [Maribat Monday]

So the original idea wasn’t quite working so have this instead. I might go back to it but have some Raven/Mari instead @maribat-mondays

I wrote way more than I meant to but interspersion hit at like 11:30 last night when I was trying to sleep and I just finished

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Raven was wary when Robin brought a new hero into their ranks. She is, or was it wasn’t quite clear, the last Ladybug from Paris. She now goes by Marigold, but Mari was fine. She was nice, maybe to nice. Terra made Raven even more hesitant than before, but the rest seemed to trust her.

Mari was a good fighter, but she was an even better in the kitchen. Almost every morning she was up before even Robin and making something that smelled divine. It took less than a week for the new girl to learn everyone’s favorite and what their usual diet was. She spent extra time to make sure it was perfect for everyone. After awhile Raven and the team got used to breakfast ready for them. Waffles and herbal tea for Raven herself, how Mari always found the perfect blend for how she was feeling that day she wasn’t sure.

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After about a month with Mari now in the tower, the girl was still really reserved but more than happy to have a conversation. Gifts had also started to appear where everyone would find them. It was always something they had mentioned in passing. Robin had gotten a new lock pick set to replace his old one he said was reaching its end, Starfire had somehow gotten some plants from her home, Best Boy and Cyborg had each gotten hew music players and Raven had found a the latest book by one of the authors she followed. No one was quite sure where they came from but they kept coming and they never had strings attached.

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A week after Raven had gotten her book, she had just finished it, she went to the kitchen to get some water before she fell asleep. The light was already on and there was a faint humming, Raven’s guard was now up as she silently made her way into the room. It was Mari of all people up at nearly 2 in the morning. What in the world was she doing. The soft scent of green tea made its way to Raven’s nose, the girl seemed at ease, like she wasn’t holding back and just absorbing information. Raven just left not wanting to disturb the girl.

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Two weeks after the kitchen incident there was a break in at the tower, the first to respond was surprisingly Mari. the others not far behind, Raven watched from the shadows with Robin. Maybe this was a test or something.

“Chaton I swear to Tikki! You can’t just do that,” Mari had a blonde boy in a leather looking catsuit in front of her looking sheepish. “But Mari Bug-” he didn’t even get to finish what he was saying when Mari with no effort dragged him cursing him out in rapid fire french. There was some joy in her tone, everyone else was just left looking at the door in shock. No one but Robin had seen her so assertive and in command of a situation before.

Twenty minutes later laughter was heard and the duo had come back in. “I’m so sorry for this alley cat,” the boy next to her made sound of disagreement, “Someone wanted to see me early.” Mari went about her normal routine while everyone just stared. “You might as well help me kitty, after all because of you I’m behind,” she nudged ‘her kitty’ and the two set to work making breakfast like she always did.

Everyone eventually got back to their senses, this must have been her former partner. The kid joked easily and got along with Beast Boy pretty well. Mari set her plate next to Raven that morning, she didn’t say much to her but if felt different. The two watched ‘the dorks’ with smiles on their faces before Mari told Robin she’d be gone the rest of the day. She made sure to mention she’d be back for breakfast and “her idiot here won’t cause a problem like that again.”

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The next morning Raven was the first awake out of the original 5. Waffles and fresh tea was waiting for her, but no sign that anyone was in the room. The note under the plate just told her to enjoy, she couldn’t help the small smile on her lips.

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Mari eventually reappeared later in the day with a ton of bags. Looks like he brought her shopping. “...You need help there?” Robin was the one to ask but Starfire was already by her side read to catch any fallen items. “I’m good thank you though,” no one could see her face but could hear the happiness in her voice. It took 3 more trips for her to bring everything in, she did the food shopping too. How she was able to carry so much they weren’t sure but sometimes you just don’t question it.

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Raven had left the tower one day to pick up some new books, when she came back there was a box of fresh macaroons, all different shades in the darker cool colors. The box itself was a see through black tied with a bow in the same color of her cloak. A small note in pretty cursive just listed flavors, all herbal teas she enjoyed.

Breakfast the next morning was all about the different cookies everyone had gotten. It seemed like she got the most. For some reason that gave a smug feeling to Raven but the knowing smile that played on Mari made her heart beat a little faster. Maybe the two should spend some more real time together, some company would be nice.

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It became normal to get some of the sweet treats in her room at least once a week. They always were there when it seemed she needed a pick me up.

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Mari and Raven had started a routine of meditation and reading in the early morning than in the afternoon. Raven had started to help with breakfast despite Mari’s insistence, the shorter girls humming was reward enough.

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Raven wasn’t sure when she had gotten so used to the other girl's presence. That was until one afternoon and Mari wasn’t with for their normal reading time. Raven couldn’t figure out why it bothered her, nonetheless she went looking for her reading partner.

Yelling could be heard from the living room, then a crash and a giggle Rave knew anywhere, when did that happen? Mari had just beaten Cyborg and Beast Boy in a fighting game, for what looked like the 100th time. Impressive. She didn’t even look like she had to try, “Don’t feel so bad guys,” the humor in her tone was adorable.

Raven walked fully into the room now, “Oh, hey Rae,” Mari seemed to light up upon seeing her. Her face seemed to hold recognition and she looked at the clock, “OH no I’m so sorry, I lost track of time-” Rae just sat on the couch and cut her off by grabbing a controller from Beast Boy who was laying on the floor in defeat.

“Oh your on.”

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Raven found a painted rock candy controller and a box of tea with a note on her bed a day later.

‘We need to play again ;>’

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“Rae, where are we going?” Mari had finally asked after Raven took her hand after breakfast. They had known each other for a while now, and Raven knew she could trust the Parisian.

“You’ll see” Mari squeezed her hand as they walked the hallway, when they arrived in front of Raven’s door she squeezed it again, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely”

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The pair spent a lot of time in Raven’s room. Often it was meditation but today was different. It had been a few weeks since raven first brought her in on purpose and they were just relaxing in the purple and black room.

“Hey, Rae?” the girl in question only made a sound of acknowledgement and continued to run a hand through the other girls hair. She was reading the latest book ‘that mysteriously appeared’. Mari paused what she was going to say, it had been too long since she felt comfortable with someone besides chat, who was basically a brother, this was different. Her head laded in Raven’s as she looked at the girl from under the book. She was stunning.

“I’ll be right back,” Mari slowly got out of the comfortable position she was in and hurried out of the room. Not two minutes later was she back with a sheepish smile. She seemed nervous, odd but Raven shrugged it off. “Sooo, I’m sure it’s obvious now but I’ve been leaving you some gifts here and there,” Rae nodded a smile graced her lips. It made Mari swoon a little, “Well, I wanted to give you this one personally…” she trailed off as she handed a well wrapped package to the girl in front of her.

“You really didn’t have to-” Raven held the package like it was the most delicate thing she had ever held.“

“But I wanted to,” Mari’s soft encouraging smile was all it too get the Azarathian to gingerly opened it. A midnight purple, almost black, hoodie was in her hands. The embroidery was shiny black and was of countless ravens all over, a slight fade to white near the hands. It was the perfect thing, how long did the intricate patterns take?

Raven was speechless, gently she placed the garment on her bed so nothing would happen and scooped up the small girl. She couldn’t help herself and kissed Mari. Once releasing what she had done Raven pulled back in slight horror. “Oh, come back here Rae,” Mari pulled her kissing back now that she had the chance. It was soft and hesitant at first like neither girl could believe they were doing it but here they were in a room lit up by candles kissing like lost lovers. It felt right and that’s what matters.

When they finally broke apart, it was slow. They looked into the other’s eyes, looking for something, regret maybe. But they didn’t find that, their hands had found their way to each other’s waist when they stayed until a knock on the door interrupted before they leaned in again. It was Robin, when the girls opened the door hands still together he held a knowing smirk and started telling them about what was happening. It was time to do their job, hand in hand.

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I hope you all like it and it is longer than normal I know :> it’s time to work on my other stuff so I don’t get behind Timari week is next and I still need to finish the chapter for this week, sorry for the wait

#my writing #maribat #raven/mari #maribat monday #heartfelt #long post #i still suck at tagging

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xfandomwritingsx · 4 years

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Scars - F!Hawke/Varric

Description: 5 times Hawke's clothes came off. (A prequel of sorts to Reuniting. Not necessary to read Reuniting to read this.)

Warnings/Labels: Nakedness? No smut. The smallest mentions of depression? Really there aren’t many warnings here.

Approx. Word Count: 3,400

A/N: I posted this on AO3 a while ago but figured I’d post it here too.

1. The first time Hawke stripped out of her clothes in front of him was down in the Deep Roads. It had been at least a week since Bartrand had trapped them down there and they’d wandered into a heat pocket. The sweltering heat slowed their pace even more than the quickly growing hunger did. Carver looked the worst of them all, but the rest of them weren’t fairing much better.

They’d stopped traveling to take a break, the entire group’s energy level draining. Isabela leaned down to Carver as he sat and propped himself against a stone, trying to get him to drink a little more water. Varric watched as they argued about it quietly and wiped his sleeve along his forehead.

Hawke stood off to the side of him. He watched her slip her staff off of her back and set it on the ground. Her long, black hair was tied up messily on top of her head with one of his spare hair bands he’d given her when she’d lost hers over the edge of a bridge. He caught himself staring blankly at her, dehydration making his vision a little fuzzy and tired.

His vision cleared again when he noticed her unbuttoning her robe.

“Uhh, Hawke?” he called out curiously as he approached her. “You okay?” She had an angry, frustrated look painted on her face. She ignored him completely as she opened the robe down to her waist and shrugged it off her shoulders.

“It’s way too hot for this,” she told him bitterly. She tied the sleeves around her waist, effectively making her robe a bulky skirt and leaving her top in only her breast binding. The relief was minimal, but she sighed happily anyways.

“Is that the best idea?” It wasn’t that he had a problem with her lack of clothing. He wasn’t a man to blush at a little pale flesh presented in front of him, but he did worry it wasn’t the best choice for their situation. “There’s still a whole lot of darkspawn roaming around down here.” She shot a sideways glance at him.

“A lecture about armor?” she snapped at him a little rougher than she meant. “Coming from the man who leaves nothing but skin and chest hair between a blade and his heart?” He chuckled at her and nodded.

“Point taken.” A small smile tempted her face and her irritation seemed to fade.

“Although, it’d probably be best if you watched my back instead of Isabela for now.” She threw a look over her shoulder at her and Carver before looking at Varric again. “I don’t think I can handle her staring and making comments about my rippling back muscles.”

“So, I shouldn’t stand behind you and narrate every graceful movement?” he teased. Her laugh may have been dry, but it was good to hear nonetheless. She leaned down to pick up her staff, turning just enough for him to see the small, deep gash on the back of her shoulder. “You should clean that,” he mentioned. She didn’t even look up.

“With what? The little drinking water we have?” She shrugged before standing back up. “I brush the dirt off it once in a while and that’s about as good as it’ll get for now.” He twisted her neck in an attempt to look at it before conceding she couldn’t bend that way. “Scars are sexy anyways, right?”

“Well I was more worried about impending death due to infection, but I see where your concerns lie.” They smiled at each other and Hawke threw a friendly wink in his direction before walking towards her brother to aid Isabela’s cause to hydrate him.

2. “I do believe you owe me an article of clothing,” Isabela gloated, laying her cards down on the table. She had been cheating, which Varric suspected she did at least ninety percent of the time, but this time he actually saw the cards hidden in her bodice. He kept his mouth shut though. He wasn’t actually partaking in the festivities this time.

The group of them had been down by the bar for their usual night of Wicked Grace, but a small lot of them had somehow inhabited his room after hours to continue on with more risqué rules. He’d had enough ale to know he was going to be sloppy and enough sense to decline the invite. He didn’t need to end up in his smallclothes in front of everyone tonight. Maybe another time. For now, he sat at his desk alternating between watching them and trying to write.

“Alright, alright.” Hawke was already lacking her tunic shirt and her boots and the table was clearly interested in seeing what she was going to choose to remove next. Varric noticed Ander’s eyes do a once over on her chest binding and he chuckled to himself. Blondie wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was. (Though subtly wasn’t exactly needed since Hawke had made direct eye contact with him when she lifted the tunic over her head earlier.)

“What’s it going to be, Hawke?” Fenris asked. Varric admitted, it was nice to see the guy enjoy a good time once in a while. He found his attention was drawn to the table, curious himself to see how this played out.

Hawke had a wicked smile on her face which only enthralled the group more. Isabela rested on her elbows, leaning forward towards the woman across the table from her. One of these days she was just going to end up crawling across the top of it, Varric believed. He just hoped it was on one downstairs instead of his personal one.

Hawke leaned back and slid her hands under the table. Her eyes danced between her three opponents who waited with a high amount of anticipation. From Varric’s angle, he was the only who could see that, despite her wiggling of her hips and act of difficulty, the only thing she was doing, was pulling a piece of clothing out of her pocket. He had to bite his tongue to keep the grin off his face.

With one last show of bending at the waist, as though she was freeing clothing from her lower half, she lifted her hand with pride and dangled a pair men’s underwear. They were slim shorts that would have hung low on her lips had she actually worn them, the waist being too wide. The group was shocked and impressed at her maneuver, missing her deception entirely. Hawke triumphantly tossed the underwear onto the middle of the table as the questions started pouring in.

“How did you do that?” A confused Fenris.

“Whose are they?” Anders trying to hide his jealousy.

“Are they comfortable? They look comfortable.” Isabela already picking them up and inspecting them.

It took Varric a few more moments than it would have sober to realize that the underwear displayed on the table, that had been hidden away in Hawke’s pocket for Maker knows how long, were in fact his. The grin he had slowly fell off, melting into confusion. When had she gotten those? He could tell they were clean (thank the Maker) but how did she get them? Hawke looked at him from the corner of her eye and gave him a quick wink. It didn’t matter he supposed. The bafflement of the party was entertaining enough to let them keep his underwear.

Hawke put a stop to the game after that, knowing that if they kept going, she’d be forced to end up removing her bottoms which would reveal that she had not been wearing those underwear and would unravel her entire rouse. She waited until everyone vacated before handing them back to Varric.

“I grabbed them from your drawer when I went to the bathroom,” she explained for him.

“You mean you aren’t a crazy stalker? Well now I’m disappointed,” he teased, putting his underwear on his desk and making a mental note to wash them again. “Put a shirt on before you leave.” He wouldn’t be surprised if she forgot in her state and started wandering the Lowtown streets without it.

“Yes, yes, fine.” It took her a moment to find it and during her search, his eyes glanced over her body. Her time in Kirkwall had peppered her skin with imperfections. Dark spots, bruises, small scars. It suited her appearance. “Are you leering Serah Tethras?” she teased, words slurring just slightly.

“Told you, you should have cleaned it.” He pointed to the small scar on the back of her shoulder. Really, he was surprised that was the only physically mark remaining from their time in the deep roads. Could have been worse.

“And I thought I told you, scars are sexy.” She wiggled her shoulders in an overly exaggerated way and he wasn’t sure if the absurdity of it was on purpose or simply ale fueled. Either way, he chuckled.

“Get your ass home to bed.”

3. Blood was everywhere. Her blood was everywhere. Varric willed his hands to stay still as Fenris and Anders carried her. It was a wonder how she was still alive, let alone conscious and making smartass remarks. He walked swiftly in front of them, ushering a path and trying desperately not to stare at her blood on his hands.

The Arishok had stabbed her clear through her middle in a last ditch attempted to win their duel. Varric had felt his entire body go weak and numb, watching her hoisted up on his blade. He, like everyone else, thought for sure that was it. That was the end of Hawke, the end of his best friend. Against all odds, she somehow not only survived, but triumphed. He suspected Anders did something, sent some subtle healing spell her way or something, but he didn’t know. He didn’t particularly care right then either.

They laid her on a cot in Ander’s clinic and she made a joke about them jostling her to cop a feel. No one so much as smiled. Blondie’s hands were all over her in an instant, feeling and prodding, making her wince. Everyone was surrounding her bed, but Varric made sure he stood at her head, out of the way, but closer enough to tear off his glove and hold her hand. Her skin was cold.

“So, when you tell this story,” she said to him, holding weakly onto his hand. “You better make it sound epic.” He coughed out a laugh for her benefit and started stroking her hair.

“Chuckles, I won’t even have to exaggerate,” he assured. “This is crazier than the Ogre.” She smiled, coughed, and then winced. Anders was tearing at her robes, trying to open them to see the wound, but wasn’t getting very far.

“Move,” Isabela commanded, quickly unsheathing a blade from her bodice and pushing her way up to Hawke. She sliced open the thick robes right down the middle in a single motion, the tattered edges billowing away from Hawke’s body in the places where the blood hadn’t soaked through. The fabric stuck to the wound and Anders had to carefully peel it away.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when it was revealed that she hadn’t been speared straight through the middle. It was slightly off to the right, which probably managed to save her life. Varric held onto her hand tighter and brought her knuckles to his lips.

“She’s going to be okay,” Anders said, mostly to himself as he worked. “She’s going to be okay.”

“Hear that?” Varric asked her. Her eyes were bright as she looked at him and that, more than Ander’s words, gave him a feeling of hope. “You’ll be fine.” She opened her mouth to say something, but hands pressed on her and she cringed.

“I have to…” Anders faltered in his words. “Her breast bind.” A bloody hand pointed to the dirty wrappings. “It’s in the way.” Hawke’s eyes rolled upwards and she groaned. “Alright, everyone out.” His voice dropped into that commanding tone and with quick kisses and touches of affection, everyone started filing out without question.

Varric went to take his leave as well, but when he went to release her hand, she just held on tighter. He and Anders exchanged a single look and they both knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Anders nodded briefly before turning his attention to her breast bind. And Maker, was he slow and ginger about it. Varric knew he’d seen her naked before and now was no time to be shy about it.

“You are not to exaggerate those,” Hawke teased, giving his hand a weak, but playful squeeze. Anders was finally done with her binding and Varric made sure to keep watching her eyes, partly out of decency, but mostly to make sure she was still okay.

“Well now you’re just being stingy.” He really didn’t feel like teasing her, but he’d do anything to keep her smiling right then. “What good is a story without a busty heroine?”

“You have my full permission to make Bethany extra voluptuous.” The smile faded just a little bit. “She died a hero.” She looked away from him and looked up instead, wincing again. He saw the glisten of tears in her eyes. “Carver’s dead too. And Mother.” He patted her hand and ran his thumb over her skin.

“How about I make sure to give Carver the juiciest chest of all of you?” That seemed to pull her back to him, the smile slipping back onto her face.

“This next part is going to hurt. A lot,” Anders warned. “I think it might be time to put you to sleep. You’ll need the rest anyways.” Varric saw a flash of fear in her eyes and he squeezed her hand.

“We’ll be right here when you wake up,” he promised because by the Maker, she would wake up. She took a deep breath before looking down at Anders and nodding. When he came up the table to place a kiss on her lips, Varric looked away to give them privacy. He would have stepped back completely, but her hand still clutched his and he wasn’t about to let go.

Anders pulled back and gave her a flask filled with what Varric assumed was the potion to make her sleep. She grimaced when she drank from it and sputtered through a cough, but she got it down.

She gave Varric one last smile before her eyes fell shut.

4. Two main things led to Hawke stripping away all her clothes and climbing into Varric’s bed. The first being she was very drunk. The second being that she was sad and lonely, practically bordering on depressed, though she would never admit it.

Anders had abandoned her again that night, something he was making a habit of doing which in turn was making Varric want to punch him in the mouth. He didn’t know what was going on with that guy, but he was dragging Hawke down into his moping and Varric didn’t like it. So, he never denied her when she showed up at his door alone, that night being no exception.

Either Corff’s drinks were extra strong or she had drunk more than he’d realized because she by the late hours of the evening, Hawke was stumbling through his room and slurring her words. Usually her drunkenness was something of amusement, but tonight she had a sad, empty look in her glassy eyes that made Varric sink.

“Do I need to leave?” she asked as she plopped herself down onto his bed. She didn’t ask out of courtesy, but rather a suppressed desire for validation. She wanted someone, anyone, to tell her she was welcome and wanted. Varric smiled softly at her before crouching down in front of her and unlacing her boots.

“Chuckles, there is no way I’m letting you leave this room tonight.” She returned his smile and helped wiggle her feet free from the confines of her boots. “If we put aside the fact that you’d probably end up passed out in an alleyway if you tried to get home, I would be greatly offended that you thought my company not fit to remain in anymore.” He could tell she wasn’t quite following his words, the sound of his voice probably a little wishy-washy and broken in her drunken head, but that was okay. The point was that she knew she could stay.

He tossed her boots aside and left to straighten up his desk a little. He heard her shuffling about and when he turned around, she was stark naked and crawling under his covers. Varric averted his eyes to the ceiling and held back a laugh, but before unintentionally noticing that the intimate parts of her skin were much paler than he thought.

“What-chya doing there, Hawke?” He heard her say something in response, but her face was already buried into a pillow and her voice was too muffled to understand. “Yes, of course. Makes perfect sense,” he muttered to himself, chancing a look back towards her. She was covered for the most part, sprawled on her stomach with the covers up to around the middle of her back.

Normally, he would have just made up his little cot on the floor like he used to do when she spent the night, before she insisted he could share the bed, but her war hound (if one would even call that slobbering doofus of a dog a war hound) had destroyed it with copious amounts of drool. He toyed with the idea of getting into bed next to her. It wouldn’t be that absurd, but there was some kind of line he felt he would be crossing, even if he wasn’t sure exactly what it was.

So, instead he settled for his desk chair. He could make do for one night. He paused to look at her before swiping his pillow from his bed. She was already passed out, snoring softly. He smiled lightly at her, finding a comfort in the simple look of peace on her face. He didn’t even care if it had been the ale or his company that put her at such ease. The woman deserved it.

He pulled a spare blanket out and set up his chair to sleep in and found it much easier than he thought it would be to fall asleep to the sound of her snoring.

5. Hawke had more scars now. As he stripped her of her clothes, he took notice. He laid her back on his bed and gently pulled at the layers of fabric that covered her and noticed all the scars freckling her body. Some of them he recognized, others were new.

As he slid her tunic up her belly, he ran his fingers over the red puffy line that marked where the Arishock had skewered her. He dipped down and kissed it before letting his mouth follow his hands up her body. There was a new scar beneath her left breast and he kissed that one too. He placed his lips over every scar he ran across; the one on her shoulder, the new slash on the back of her thigh, the small and nearly insignificant mark on her left hand.

Hawke moaned and ran her hands through his hair as he took his time with her, relearning her body after so long apart. He took a pride in the way he knew her body without ever actually having it before this night. He suspected she knew his own nearly the same when he found himself on his back with a naked Hawke gently running her fingers over the small white mark on his lower back that she instinctively knew was there.

He asked himself once again how he didn’t see this coming. How did he not realize how intimately they had always known each other? It was so clear and yet through all those battles, all the long nights together, the drinks and laughs and conversations, he never realized it.

She made a twisting motion with her hand wrapped around him and his took a deep intake of breath, or tried to anyways. With his lips on her neck, all he did was suck on her skin. It sent them in a short cycle. She would moan and twist causing him to suck harder on her until he gave in and pulled away from her.

She had a sly smile on her face and a purplish bruise bubbling up on her skin. Varric smirked to himself. Even if it was a temporary one, he was going to leave his own mark on her. Add one more onto her body that for once wasn’t brought on by hate or fear or violence.

And by the seductive sparkle in her eyes, he assumed she was going to do the same to him.

#Varric Tethras #hawke x varric #Female Hawke x Varric #Dragon Age

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golddaggers · 5 years

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untouched || prologue

pairing: mainly alpha!thor x omega!reader, but others might come along.

warnings: okay, so this contains descriptions of violence, assault, swearing and some dialogues i cannot believe i brought myself to write. well. i also feel like thor should be a warning, have you seen the chest on that man? hahaha.

a/n: hmm, okay. so this is new. i’ve been cooking up some new series about him and i needed to get this whole alpha thing out of my series, so bear with me. fasten your seat belts, bunnies, you are in for a bumpy ride with this one.

word count: 2,4k+ (don’t get disappointed, it’s intended to be short)

song to this chapter: blue jeans by sofia karlberg

The incredibly warm, summer day was nearing its end, pink clouds enveloping a descending sun now so close to kissing the horizon, when the peacefulness of a huge property, far from the city, the home of the most powerful, elite-like pack of werewolves of California, was broken by suffering screams. Ones that showed nothing but fear, that would scratch the very soul of any person listening to them - like a puppy dog cry.

After so many years of being tossed around like she wasn’t worth a penny, coming from a poor family made sure she had a series of setbacks throughout her life, she should be prepared to this day, when higher ranked werewolves would decide to take a claim of her. The worst of it was that she couldn’t do anything but comply, her legs showing no strength whatsoever to run from those two men. Slip away from their dirty grip. Her only hope was that someone would show up and take pity on her.

Highly unlikable, she thought bitterly, sobbing and complaining when one pulled her hair back, exposing her neck. A shiver crawled her skin, her insides twisting in utter fear. Only Alphas could take claim of an Omega like her, only them could bury their teeth deep into the soft nub on her neck - their awful smells, however, revealed they weren’t it. Nonetheless, no Alpha would take interest in an Omega that had been bitten by a Beta. They were scorned.

“Please.” She whimpered, two distinct laughs being heard. “Don’t do this.”

There was a sour taste in the back of her mouth, a sense of guilt washing over her. If she had just stayed at home none of this would have happened. These men wouldn’t have preyed on her and brought her to be- Ugh. She didn’t want to think about it, tears staining her cheeks continuously, head growing heavier and aching like there was no tomorrow.

They had shoved her inside a van, one driving and the other making sure she was well-behaved in the back. Blood dripped down her face along with the tears, a stinging cut just below her eyebrow. Her body was in no better shape, her ankle hurt like she had sprained it, arms tingling due to the strength they used to bend her to their will. Anyone who saw her in that state would never recognise her as the same sweet girl who would bring flowers to the elderly or feed the homeless.

A spark of courageousness shot through her, who squirmed under the taller man’s touch, finally fighting to break free. The one in front of her had his deep, honey brown eyes pierced on the girl, a malicious, wicked grin that made even the tiniest muscle on her body tremble in a dread she could never fathom feeling before. Her mother taught her when her body began to develop, she couldn’t be more than twelve years old at the time, that men would see her as an easy way to relieve some tension and that not always she’d enjoy that.

“Oh Louis, look at that, puppy is a tough one.” The one gripping her from behind, her wrists tied together with a tight rope, said, tightening his touch around her arms, squeezing so tightly she yelled in pain. “You are an insignificant little thing, don’t you know that by now?”

“You don’t have to do this.” She struggled to voice, shaking. Her tone was pleading. “I won’t tell anyone, just let me go. Please.”

“And who would care about you, puppy?” Now it was the one in front of her who had spoken, a long, skinny finger running down her neck, puncturing a hole on her skin with his sharp nail. “Don’t you know that your only purpose is to be fucked? Mounted by strong men and carry more pups than your belly withstand to make sure our species go further?”

“Please…” It was a hopeless, pathetic weep. “I-I haven’t done anything. I’m not even on Heat.”

“We need to get over with this, Johnny.” Louis’ tone was stern, ignoring the girl altogether. “If our boss catches us here, he’ll have our heads.”

Using nothing but a rough pull, she was thrown on the ground, howling in agony. Were the people inside the house deaf to what was happening to her? Didn’t they care at all? It was obvious she had no worth to those rich, snotty people, still, she didn’t take them for the cruel type. Apparently, she was wrong because no one was coming for her. Nobody would save her.

The Johnny guy sat down on her hips, his weight nearly crushing her bones, and ripped off the soft fabric of the shirt she was wearing, letting out a disappointed smack of lips when he caught the sight of her beige bralette. That didn’t stop him from kneading her breasts, squishing them with much more vehemence that it was necessary.

Louis crouched forward, holding her arms down while Johnny slid down to take off her jeans. In that second, despite not having any spiritual beliefs, she prayed for God to help her. Prayed that they wouldn’t abuse her in such way. She wasn’t deserving of it. She wasn’t a saint, but she was a good person. A good daughter, regardless of everything that had happened. Regardless of the fact her father was as far as a good parent as it gets. Oh, if he was here, he’d renounce you for letting yourself fall into this situation.The word of what they were doing to her would never creep into her mind without bringing a pained quiver.

“Why me?” She questioned, more to herself than to the men above her, noticing the sand prickle her back, thighs, feet, pretty much every bit of her body when she was fully exposed to them.

“You smell real fucking good, Omega.” Johnny murmured, milliseconds before being thrown away off of her.

She looked up confused as to who had been responsible for finally releasing her from that torment. The girl felt delicate, skinny arms wrap her in a motherly hug while a woman whispered that everything was going to be okay now, that they were going to take care of her and she shouldn’t worry. Loud growls startled her, who shrunk into the woman’s embrace - Unaware to her, Natasha Romanoff had been in her shoes before, so she knew how fragile it could make women feel to be in such state and she was happy both her and her boss had got there to help that poor Omega.

Whoever was up there in Heaven, the girl thanked for sending those people to her aid. Out of pure concern, Natasha propped her up, noticing a limp while they walked inside��the huge mansion stacked in the middle of the property she had been forced inside, leaving behind the chaos. Once the fight was out of her sight, she felt a little bit better, suddenly calmer as a sense of peace hugged her. It had to be that beautiful woman, the one with bright red curls and a nice, welcoming smile. She had to be exuding calming pheromones to help her through the fear she was reeking off.

Meanwhile, Natasha guided her through the house, the girl’s senses were floating back and forth, which rendered her completely to that stranger, although she sensed that particular woman wouldn’t hurt her at all. It was only when she was sat in a nice couch, the leather feeling particularly good under the flesh of her thighs, that she came back to herself, sight, smell, taste… The red hair let off a strong azaleas and orchids odour, a perfect mix of them. It felt nice as she inhaled her scent deeply.

“Hey, you,” She smiled tenderly, “I’m Natasha, by the way. How are you called?”

She mumbles her name unsure, unexpectedly acknowledging what had happened to her in the last hour. From her kidnap to her being rescued. It was an experience that forever would be tied to her brain.

“Alright. Would you like some tea? Or maybe water? I’m going to get you some clean clothes in a bit.”

“Don’t-” Her voice shakes, dying out after, “-Don’t leave me alone, please.”

“I won’t,” Natasha puts a strand of her hair behind her ear, the trembling of that poor thing’s hands not going unnoticed, “You’re safe here, feisty one.”

“I’m not feisty at all.” Face dropping to her chest, she feels the most vulnerable she’s felt her whole life. “It’s my fault. I let those guys-”

“Don’t say that. It’s not ever your fault, darling.” Cutting you off, Romanoff is serious when glaring at you, “I’ll wait until my Boss comes around. He’ll protect you while I’m gone, okay?”

“Please, no. I-I, I don’t feel safe, what if he too thinks I’m just a toy to-”

“Natasha?” A deep, masculine voice calls one of her saviour’s out, his tall, imposing frame causing her to shift uncomfortably, shoulders recoiling, “Is she okay?”

“Hmm, she just needs a shower and clothes.” The woman replies, hand warm against her cheek. “Care to watch her while I fetch her some tea?”

“Yes, of course. Is she okay with my presence though? It can’t be easy to be around males after something like that.”

“She’ll be fine as long as you keep your distance, Boss.”

At first, she feels a nagging sensation at the pit of her stomach when he walked inside, the long, blond hair falling in dishevelled locks on his face, which was also covered by a thick layer of hair, a beard that elicited respect. His blue eyes caught her attention too, the sympathy in them brings out a comforting sensation. Still, what steals all of her focus is his scent. It’s like fresh green leaves moist in the garden, petrichor, morning dew, thunder, lightning… That alpha smelt like a thunderstorm.

“You smell good,” She suddenly says, unable to hold herself back, not quite perceiving as to why her inhibitors were so low. Normally, she was a pool of quietness, never speaking unless she was spoken to, the only exception being when she was around the elderly women she usually took care.

He chuckles, taken aback by her bluntness.

“You smell good too, little wolf.”

The nickname warms her up, his presence making her feel free and careless. She knew he was probably doing the same as Natasha, providing her with fresh calm pheromones. In the back of her mind, she took back what she had thought, that they weren’t nice people. In her entire life, she had never had anyone who nurtured her like that. It was refreshing to be treated decently.

Wearily approaching her, he stood at a certain distance, but close enough for her to be staggered by his size. He was big, shoulders broad enough to fit a small child on top of them, his biceps and thighs also very much thick. Even his feet had a size that possibly made hard to find shoes. She doubted ever seeing someone as enormous as him before.

“Can I…?” She nods briefly and feels his weight push down the cushions of the couch. He stares at his large fingers for a while before raising his gaze at her. “Are you cold?”

“A little bit, yes.” There’s a hint of bashfulness when she answers, it’s shrugged off quickly when he strips from his large jacket and drapes it around her shoulders. In doing so, he sees himself forced to picture anything to block the sight of her nudity.

Something about wearing his clothes triggered her, his fragrance filling her up, it was so overwhelming she had to close her eyes, enjoying the euphoria it provided. She wasn’t sure as to why that particular smell came so strong on her, like a shot of whiskey, burning down her nostrils.

“What happened to you, little wolf?” Thor questions, after sitting back again beside her.

“I-I…” The stuttering makes him regret asking about it. His emotions are easily caught by her, his scent changing slightly. “It’s okay. They… They grabbed me when I was walking home, pushed me inside a car and brought me here. I couldn’t… I couldn’t move, I swear.”

“I believe you.” Kindness and understanding drip from his voice. He has to refrain the urge to wrap her in a soothing hug, the fear stench bothers him more than it should. “Have you ever encountered them before?”

“No, never. I don’t really know anybody around, I’ve arrived only a couple of weeks ago.” Tears stream down again as another wave of guilt hits her. “I should have just stayed home. It’s my fault and I’ve brought issues to your pack, I’m really really sorry-”

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

He’s just inches away from her and, although she should feel frightened, she allows him. Being around that strange man it’s plain nice and easy, like walking or speaking. Thor has a pinching curiosity flooding his brain as he inhales this Omega’s scent, which gets him high and, once more, he finds him holding back the will to hold her. It awfully weird how his instincts just tell him to take care of that girl.

“Are you feeling any better?”

Natasha’s voice snaps the both of them out of their frenzies, both splitting like a bolt of electricity imploded on the couch. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the red hair, who quirks a brow at her superior. He knows he can’t be involved with anyone, not now when they were so close to a war, it would be unfair to him and anyone in the middle.

“Yes, thanks.” The red hair puts a cup of tea between the Omega’s hand, to which she gains yet another praise of appreciation.

“Hmm, that’s good, little wolf.” Thor mumbles reassuring. “Make sure she is well settled, okay, Natasha? And give her some food too.”

“Yeah, sure, Boss.”

He turns to the door, ready to leave, until he hears a hesitant breath, her scent stinking of doubt. Fuck. Since when do Omegas out of Heat affect him so much? Right that second, all Thor wanted to do was rub his face on her smooth neck, teeth the soft nub he noticed unmarked and make her his. Wipe out this awful arousal that got uncomfortable inside his pants.

“Wait.” It’s barely a whisper. “You never told me your name, Alpha.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Swallowing thickly, not wanting to reveal the extent of his intoxication by her, he turns his head only. Catching the puzzling glare Natasha gives at him. “It’s Thor.”

“Okay.” She smiles shyly. “Thank you, Thor.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome, little wolf.”

And as he leaves the living room, his only thought is that he has to find out so much more about this little wolf.

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Private Detective AU / jackson

( loosely based on prodigal son ) ft. @sitacross

he’s on the ground, a shotgun in his face. the murderer has the heads of his victims in jars, they stare back at him like the heads of his sister’s barbie dolls used to whenever he wrenched them free. it had been a scientific experiment, he’d said to their mother when she, in horror, asked him why; he wanted to see if they’d go back on after. he’d always enjoyed hypothesis and experimentation, in seeing why and how things reacted the way they did. he applied those same curiosities to people, though he’d become a profiler rather than a serial killer like the man before him. two different paths, same curiosities. that curiosity however might get him killed today. wait for back-up, his superior had said on the radio when he arrived at the suspect’s home, don’t go in there alone, avery. he hadn’t listened of course. they only had once chance to catch the man off guard and if he waited ? there was a chance he could bolt – ESCAPE before they could bring him to justice. he’s just about talked the man into putting his gun down, into going quietly, when the local authorities show up and ruin everything. he ends up splattered in blood, the murderer DEAD. there’ll be no justice served today. he gets to his feet, stumbles out of the crime scene, and punches the sheriff before leaving.

he’s summarily dismissed from the bureau. conduct unbecoming. when they hand him his pink slip, it’s with a recommendation: get some help. jokes on them, he doesn’t think there’s enough help in the world to get his head on straight. he knows this, accepts it even.

he gets the call a few days later. the NYPD need help tracking down their latest serial killer. “ i don’t know if i’m your guy. ” he relays to the man on the phone — a man who was there for him over the years, a man he considered family. “ you should probably know i was fired from the FBI this week. ” — “ perfect, that means you’re available to consult. ” he is, so he goes.

he steps under the crime scene tape when he arrives, taking a loud bite from his apple. it crunches, forces the other detectives to turn and stare at him. “ sorry. ” he apologizes, though he doesn’t mean it. “ late start. ” he tosses it in the trash, listens to the captain run down the details of the crime. it’s a grisly murder; the woman was strangled with a piano wire, then cut into pieces which were arranged into a very specific pattern. it’s a pattern he’s seen before — why baird silvermist has called him in to consult on this case. “ why is he here ? ” the detective — claudia, frowns with her hands on her hips. “ we can’t just have a civilian traipsing around a crime scene, baird. ” jacks smiles; bittersweet, but a smile nonetheless. “ hi, i’m the civilian. ” he waves a hand in front of her face. he’s never been one to avoid an awkward interaction. “ i know i introduced myself as jacks avery but that’s not my given name. ” he sighs, takes another look at the carnage around them. “ it’s jackson elsey. my brother is vuras elsey … the pollock killer. ” he grimaces. “ what we have here is a CLEAR copycat. ”

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it isn’t something he advertises — that his brother’s a serial killer. half-brother, if you want to get technical. vuras was arrested when he was 11 and he’d changed his name as an adult to create some distance between the horrors of his past and his future. as it turns out, jacks avery wouldn’t be immune to the pollock killer’s influence either. pollock, because he spread body parts out in such a way it had once been described as art of the most macabre threshold.

his profile is coming together nicely. the copycat is someone roughly his brother’s age or older, who grew up hearing or reading about the pollock killer’s reign of terror on the news. with over 42 confirmed kills, vuras elsey is known as one of the most notorious serial killers in modern times. his arrest was made even more shocking given he’d been a registered clinical therapist. someone who was supposed to help people, who was supposed to be good, had simply used his position to get insight into human behaviors that he couldn’t quite replicate on his own. as a psychopath, the only emotions he ever felt were ghosts — imprints — impressioned from those around him. any one of his patients could be the culprit and with bodies piling up, jacks knew he was running out of options. if he could do something to get more insight, to get a lead, and he did nothing ? well he was no better than his brother. that blood would be on his hands.

so it’s with shaking hands that he signs himself in at the psychiatric hospital, pins a guest badge to his chest and follows the guard to v’s cell. it’s a maximum security hospital, his brother only permitted to remain there so long as he refrains from starting any trouble. his lawyers were sharks – they’d defended him to the letter, narrowly avoiding the death penalty in favor of a lifetime stay at asphyxia medical center. 10 years down the line and the man has his own office; connects with clients via skype, or a closed circuit chat system. he even has satellite tv, for crying out loud. ( v has friends and connections in high places. even being incarcerated hasn’t slowed him down any. the guard explains all this on their walk. ) it’s been 7 years since jakson last visited. 7 years since he last looked his brother in the eye.

he remembers that gleam. he remembers his brother looking him dead in the eye, smiling, and saying words that haunt him. you and i, we’re the same. you’ll see. you think solving murders, helping people, will atone for my sins but what about yours? i see your darkness and it matches mine. we’re the same.

they reach the door as its buzzed open. the guard steps back, motions for jacks to go inside. he does, taking a moment to collect himself before walking in. it’s … not what he expected. there’s a bookshelf against the wall filled with reading material, a filing cabinet beside it presumably holding his patient records. the man himself is sitting in an office chair, he spins around to face him. he’s older now — has a beard, his hair longer than he remembers and starting to grey. he’s in his 40s now, but his face hasn’t aged a day. he still looks the same as he did the day they’d put a gun to his head and forced him to his knees, jacks the one who’d turned him in. he’s restrained to the chair; a feat jacks finds surprising. it’s easier to stare at the restraints than the man, so he does.

“ well, well, well. i wondered when i’d see you again. ” his brother speaks and jacks feels shivers running down his spine. he doesn’t acknowledge the comment, instead directing a nod towards the restraints. “ that’s new. ” v laughs. “ just a precaution. they’re worried we might have a repeat of what happened last time. ” jacks blinks, confused. v, in turn, looks pleased. “ i suppose you wouldn’t remember. you told me you wouldn’t be coming back, that you were going to college and starting a ‘ new life ’ and wouldn’t be coming back. ” his lips turned down. “ so i asked you for a HUG — a going away present, and you, little brother, were dumb enough to believe it. ” he smiles, all teeth. “ maybe memory loss is a side-effect of hypoxia. hmm. ” he pulls at the restraints violently, laughing wildly when jacks flinches on instinct. shit. he was supposed to have the upper hand here.

“ i didn’t come here to talk about the past. ” in fact, he’d like to pretend it never existed to begin with. “ i came here to talk about my case. mr. elsey, on behalf of the NYPD, i’m here to — ” v’s eyes light up. “ oh, i know all about your case, jackson. i saw it on the news. the pollock copycat … not the most original name, but then again our sister was always more beauty than brains. ” jack’s stomach lurches. their sister had been 6 when v was arrested, he’d hoped that v would have failed to recognize her now as an adult. maybe it shouldn’t surprise him that he does. for someone so disconnected, he sure knows enough about what’s been going on. “ you think i might know something about your killer. or maybe you think i did it. i’m good but even i have my limits. ” he smirks. “ i’m a little TIED UP. ” the restraints get another pull. “ hate to disappoint, but this one’s not on me. ”

— “ but you know who it is. ” this isn’t a question. he observes the way v’s shoulders tense, how his eyes flit to the filing case every so often. these are tells that give him away, lead him to believe that v knows more than he’s saying. “ we’re working on a profile. the killer is male, probably struggles with mental illness, and is looking for purpose with these kills. they aren’t personal … none of the victims have anything in common, minus one thing; the clue that brought him here in the first place. “ each were murdered in the exact style you adopted. ” he moves to the filing case, watches v’s eyes follow him. “ which means they’ve studied you, mr. elsey. very closely. ” — “ mr. elsey. ” v looks amused. “ let’s not play coy, jackson. you can call me v. we are family. ” jacks doesn’t rise to the dig, continues. “ … which leads us to believe that the killer could have been a patient of yours. ” finally he looks back at v, waits patiently for the man’s reaction. he simply shrugs, leaning back in his chair. it’s evident he won’t be getting any information from him and without a warrant, he can’t search the files himself. “ fine. that’ll be all, mr. elsey. ” he turns to go; it’s a calculated risk, leaving, but if he knows his brother he knows that fear of never seeing him again — never getting the opportunity to mess with him — will be enough to stop him. “ WAIT. ” he’s right.

v gives him the information he’s looking for. the information leads to a half brother, one that jacks wasn’t even aware had existed. of course it’s a family member; there isn’t a sane one of them in the bunch. they use the information in the file to track down the brother. he claims he’s innocent, claims he had nothing to do with the murders, but they find another victim in his attic and he goes down for them all. he’s found guilty, sentenced to LIFE. it’s only when the murders resume again six months later does he realize that v played him. he led him to the wrong culprit and hid the real murderer from him. it takes them nearly a year to track down the true murderer — v’s boyfriend, aster silvermist … the NYPD captain’s son.

#( meme )#( answered ask )#( jacks )#( baird )#aster )#willdoitforher

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sugar--pie · 6 years

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Recently I made a post talking about Barlee’s recent tweets and how I personally believe it doesn’t kill off Klance. I recommend reading it before you continue reading this HELLA. LONG. POST. As I might refer back to it a few times.

Edit: just want to add in here, that Barlee said those tweets weren’t about Klance, and that they were about Shiro being Rep. She also said she doesn’t know the end result of the series though... so I’m still gonna keep this post. But a lot of the things I talked about in that post about Klance in general, I’ll still refer to. Please remember to read my edits at the end too! Thanks :)

Okay.

So even after I made that post, I still had a major panic attack and slowly lost hope in Klance again. Idk, I’ve fallen way too deep into this it’s not even healthy probably, it felt like literal heart break. And I’m not even LGBT, I have another reasoning behind why I’m not really for Allura/Lance... and Season 7 kinda fuelled it a bit more. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. That post will be made after Season 8... if I manage to somehow be horrifically incorrect about what I’m going to talk about here. Which... I highly doubt I will. But I’ll keep a cushion to be safe.

I’m going to make bullet points:

One of the biggest problems the Klance fandom had before was that they put the Klance GogglesTM on for everything. Some specific things in the show were obvious yes, or at least it should be to everyone, but some things were stretched out way too far.

One of these scenarios is the theory (yes theory, this was never confirmed to be true, it’s just an assumption) that Hunk was given what was meant to be Lance’s arc with his family.

Reason why this became a theory was because of Barlee’s Tweets. And this is kind of where I started to lose hope again.

If Hunk was given Lance’s arc then that must mean Klance was written out. Because it was all about Keith and Hunk, when it “should’ve been” Keith and Lance.

However, I was seriously thinking about it as my last few morsels of hope started leaving me during work UNTIL BAM! IT HIT ME!

Yeah. Klance gogglesTM. Fans have grown to projecting Klance on to everything. And that includes Hunks arc, but trust me when I say this. Hunk was never given Lance’s arc. This is meant to be Hunks arc, through and through.

Keith was also included in Hunks arc because he is the one who didn’t have a family from the start. Including Keith in Hunks arc is demonstrating the growth Keith has had throughout the series.

Hunk was admitted to being the most underdeveloped character in the show. I remember it from an interview (video I believe) where Joaquim and Lauren say they had trouble with Hunk when creating him because, comparing him to his 80’s counterpart, was a lot different and they had trouble putting him in certain roles.

That is really lame, don’t get me wrong, but this explains why Hunks arc in Season 7 felt rushed and out of place. Hunk only mentioned missing earth or “not wanting to be a paladin” once in the beginning. And he wasn’t super upset about it.

Lance on the other hand was. He was vocal about missing earth, He was shown getting upset, leaving the room and opening up to Coran about it. This is where I think people mistook what Lance’s arc was meant to be. Even I misunderstood because of this scene.

however, this is where I’m going to point out, that yes, this is the start of Lance’s arc (“Lance and Keith’s arcs have been the only two that have lasted the entirety of the series” - incorrectly quoted by Joaquim)(I’ll expand on this a little later), but Lance’s arc isn’t about family.

I know, shocker. And it should’ve been obvious from the get go. But oooooh nooo, it wasn’t because we focused too much attention on Lance missing his family here. But let me ask:

How many times in the show has Lance voiced about missing home besides this scene? Yeah... try making a list for that lol. That’s because we took it way out of context and made it a bigger deal for Lance’s character when... it isn’t. Lance’s arc was never about family or missing earth.

Writing a show, you need to make sure the characters move into the spot they’ll need to be in. They used Lance missing earth in order to make him go off on his own, and have Coran follow.

Why you ask? It should be obvious. This could be a stretch but a very realistic one: Lance needed to be by the Crystal with Coran when it explodes, to ultimately, lead to the Bonding moment. Boom.

Lance’s Arc started here. Lance’s arc is a Romance Arc and it’s been in our faces the whole time.

He’s had more scenes voicing his charm and making it known from the get go.

He’s flirted.

It’s canon he wants to fall in love with someone.

His blog talked about crushing on Allura and wanting to be called pretty.

He’s the most feminine coded character as he enjoys generally feminine tropes like taking care of his appearance, even more so than Allura, who has only ever referenced being “girly” by having her hair done by mice(?) and wanting something sparkly.

This is also why Lance’s romantic life is such a focus not only for us, but when being talked about at Conventions. He’s the only one to have a canon romantic endgame. Gee, should’ve been obvious there what his arc is about.

And what finally made me realize Lance’s arc is a romance arc, is remembering when Lauren and Joaquim told us during a discussion that “Lance doesn’t know what he needs. We know what Lance might look for, but it’s not necessarily what he needs.” Lance being the only one known to have a canon endgame, ties into this.

This, made me realize. Lance’s arc, will be him realizing what he needs. I think it’s already leading up to it, personally because of this season alone. But arguably, it started picking up once Keith left in Season 4.

So No, Lance’s family arc was never given to Hunk because Lance was never meant to have an arc based around his family in the first place. We knew Lance missed his family and earth, but it wasn’t the main focus for him so that’s why all we saw was this glorious reaction to seeing his family again. And why the only lead role out of his family is Veronica.

(Keep in mine Keith is made out to be a focal point within this scene as well. Hunk too. I’ll bring this back up.)

So... now that I’ve covered the ground work in this long ass essay. Let’s continue the essay!

Now that we know Hunks arc was never meant for Lance, and Lance instead has a Romance Arc, let’s consider his endgame options:

In my post about Barlee’s Tweets, a lot of people assumed she was referring to a lot of things implying Lance will just end up in a rushed relationship with Allura, and I was one of these people too at first. But then it made me think. There was a lot, and I mean a lot of Keith and Lance interactions, and most of those, as I said in the Barlee post, demonstrated the trust and teamwork between the two right away, as well as had undertones and subtlety towards romantic intentions. Keith also has been a focal point in generally Lance centric moments, like above when he runs to hold his family. Hunk makes sense of being present because it starts the “family” portion of his arc this season. Keith however, only makes sense if he has purpose in Lance’s Arc, otherwise he wouldn’t be a focus and made apparent that he’s watching Lance reunite with his family. Make note that Allura was not.

The game show for example, If Lance liked Allura so much and was meant to end up with her, he would’ve picked her to leave. But instead, he chose Keith and also had a very sweet reasoning behind why, including a very dopey fond look on his face.

That’s why I love Pidge’s reaction in that scene because she practically sums up pretty much everyone’s reaction. Even mine. All of them were probably expecting him to pick Allura, (maybe even himself) but nonetheless, they weren’t expecting him to pick Keith, even Keith himself.

That’s why Keith reacts the way he does. I guarantee you he panicked.

Filler episodes in Voltron have always foreshadowed in some way, I wouldn’t be surprised if having Lance and Keith choose each other isn’t blatant foreshadowing.

Overall, there was more Keith and Lance interactions that included romantic subtext, compared to Lance and Allura, this season alone.

This is why it confused me a lot if the showrunners did write out Klance. They wouldn’t have included such strong scenarios with the two in this season if that’s the case. Not only this season but also the smaller ones that implies something more between the two in season 4, and season 6.

This is the point I’m going to bring in something interesting I read in this post. The OP said it’s probably a reach (when are they ever not?) but this is where I think Allura randomly having feelings for Lance, comes into Lance’s Arc.

Like we’ve been saying since the beginning, Allura has been what Lance has wanted from the start. But in OP’s post, they mentioned how the only time Lance had shown insecurity and being unsure of himself this seaosn, was right after his scene with Allura (and Veronica teasing him about it). That was the only scene that caused insecurity.

THIS IS SUPER IMPORTANT TO POINT OUT YALL.

Lance had been secluded from season 4-6. He started getting closer to Allura, but then Lotor came along and changed that.

This is where I believe “what Lance wants isn’t necessarily what he needs,” makes sense. Allura has started having feelings for Lance, but then ending up together would be, as said by Lauren, “a disservice to both their characters.”

Allura getting feelings so soon kind of proved to me after realizing all this, that, no she isn’t Lance’s endgame. Like we’ve been saying Allura is what he wants. But not what he needs.

But who... pray tell.. is what he needs.

Keith.

I know, I know. This is the part where the typical Klance Goggles would probably come in. But I’m serious about this guys.

The moment Keith came back into the picture, Lance had been put into a more important role.

Keith listened to him, trusted him immediately and asked Lance to take over multiple times. Lance never had a moment of insecurity because everything fell back into place, and Keith made him feel useful again. Lance was once again the Red Paladin and Keith’s Right hand.

Tying in Lance being vocal about Keith “running away”, I don’t think people are far off from thinking Lance actually opened up to how he actually felt when Keith Left. And even showing worry when Keith said he’s going back for Acxa. Might as well put it in a present and wrap it up with a little bow.

Keith is ultimately what Lance had been needing the whole time. And Lance, I believe, will realize it. He’ll figure out that Allura isn’t what he needs, and because his moment of insecurity stems from an interaction he and Allura had, is also foreshadowing it too.

Throwing back to when I said Lance and Keith have had the longest arcs since the beginning, (quoted by Joaquim himself), this would explain why Lance’s finality to his arc hasn’t happened yet. It’s because it includes Keith, and Allura (possibly even Acxa which I explained in the Barlee post) and will most likely happen in season 8. The ultimate slowburn endgame.

This is where the bonding moment will be acknowledge.

They’ll also acknowledge two important scenes; Keith’s almost sacrifice, and Lances actual death (which included parallels to their season 1 bonding moment with Lance and Allura.)

And also “the other part” to Keith’s reason for leaving the team for the BOM.

Parallels are for a reason. And oooh boi.

Did my brain manage to restore faith back in Klance. Yup. Even if I’m the ONLY ONE LEFT IN THE FANDOM, I know what I’m talking about here. And if Allura/Lance do end up canon after all when it really makes no sense to, I will be one confused fucking bitch.

I believe I covered everything my jumbled brain puked out. So please, keep the faith Klance fandom. There is more story to unfold!

Edit: and technically I’m already again a really confused bitch. The Barlee post might be useless now, since she specifically stated she was referring to Shiro. And he was the intended rep.

I’m not upset again I’m just downright confused once again. Butttt... at this point. Maybe stuff will be answered in season 8. But overall, a lot of my points in this still stand!

Edit 2: Ultimately (I say this a lot), the one thing I knew from the start, is that Keith and Lance would have something to do with eachothers arcs, and arguably, they have, considering Lance and Keith’s arcs have been the longest arcs in the show. So even if Klance isn’t endgame. At this point, they have definitely become best friends and have grown on their own and with each other. And that, is still a very, very beautiful thing. No they don’t have to be together romantically. But they can and will be by each others side for a long time after the series ends.

Because that’s what Klance is. Lance and Keith, back to back. Thank you for reading. :)

#klance #laith #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron crew #voltron s7 #voltron season 7 #keith #lance #kogane #mcclain #faithinlaith!#voltron season 8

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littlegiantposts · 3 years

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pilot

kageyama x f!reader

may contain spoilers!

EDIT: HIIII SO UH THERES A “pilot ~revised~” ON MY PAGE SO I RECCOMENTD READING THAT ONE CUZ IT HAS MORE CONTENT 👍🏽

Here’s the link:

description: In which Y/n is a new addition to Karasuno’s Girl’s Volleyball Club

THIS IS REALLY JUST LIKE...A TEST RUN..FOR THIS STORY CUZ I DONT THINK IM THAT GREAT AT WRITING and i feel like people wont really like it. so....yeah.

a/n: ok so, I’ve been thinking of this concept so much lately. It started off as just as a nice story to play in my head, but I really wanted to see if I could write it down. So, I felt like I haven’t really seen a lot of imagines or content on the girl’s volleyball club and I felt like it would be cool to explore that side. First things first, I am raised in California. Thus, I am quite incompetent in knowledge about Japan schooling. All my knowledge is really from me googling stuff and ofc, watching haikyuu. With that said, if I made a mistake on the take of Japan schooling, I do not mean to cause any offense. This is solely for entertainment purposes. With that said, I do not own the characters of haikyuu. However, there are some characters I made up with my own imagination. In addition, this is an “x reader” sort of story but I will be defining some of her characteristics so I am sorry if it hinders you from imagining its you. Finally, I am not that good at writing stories lol but im trying. I hope you enjoy.