#i finished watching it yesterday and i really enjoyed it despite how sad it is

[bugeater101]

Truth or Dare?, pt. 2

Synopsis: Minho and you played a game of Truth or Dare, and when you don't comply with the rules and refuse to obey your orders as a loser, you must face the consequences.

Content: sub!readerxdom!minho, fem!reader, perv!minho, best friends to lovers, school au, dry humping, Minho is a bastard but also super hot so we'll let him get away with it, exhibitionism, suggestive content.

Word Count: 3.1 K

Author's Note: Part 2 let's go! Hope you guys enjoy! I tried finishing up this while watching Minho's 06/24/22 live and literally him coughing and choking is making me laugh because like "I'm really writing about this guy who is literally scarfing down chipotle and dying?" Also I love all the gifs I found for this fic like Leeknow is so ethereal looking damn. Additionally, even though the characters in this fic are portraying students, both characters are 18+. Please, do not interact with my work if you are a minor. Thank you and enjoy !!

Taglist: @scribblemetae, @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki

part 1, part 2, part 3

God, were you really doing this? It was just a stupid bet, just something to make a game of Truth or Dare a little bit more fun. Now, you were like... this in the middle of school.

Why did you do it? What could be worse than being panty-less and wearing a fucking school uniform like some random pervert's fetish dream? It's because it wasn't just some random pervert who told you to do this. It was fucking him.

And he had every right to tell you to do this. After all, he won the bet. He wanted to see you bare, soaking, and desperate for him. And now, he's gotten exactly what he wanted.

The entire day has been hell. Despite your exhaustive usage of your toy collection yesterday after Minho's departure, you found yourself still hopeless for relief this morning. Yet, you lost track of time and realized that if you did stop to play with your clit or even think about jacking off that you would be late for school. So, you swiftly dressed and rushed over.

Luckily I didn't have to worry about putting on underwear, huh?, you thought. Okay, so you were trying to make light of an otherwise awful situation. However, the usage of humour did little to relieve your growing frustration.

Fuck, you didn't even see Minho yet today and let him know that you were holding up your end of the bargain. Yet, you didn't want to text him, scared that he'd do something drastic like make you send pictures as part of your punishment or make you skip class to come show him.

And, the sad truth was, you would. You would leave any class and test in a heartbeat if it meant showing him your soaking pussy, giving him a taste of whatever you were willing to offer him. Because of yesterday, you had become putty in his hands. Although you should be embarrassed by such desperation, you couldn't help it. Minho's hold on you was intolerable, yet you couldn't escape it.

But that still didn't excuse how pissed you were at him. You've had to carefully navigate the school this entire day: being at the end of the crowd, twisting and turning uncomfortably in your chair all day, and waiting until everyone else had left for lunch just so you had the chance to use the stairs without having to worry about accidentally flashing someone.

Worst of all? This, this whole ordeal, it turned you on. It was fucking hot that you did all this for Minho, that you are such a desperate puppy that you are willing to abandon your studies just to let him see you like this. Embarrassing as it was, it was fucking thrilling.

However, you wanted to punish him just as much as he was punishing you. If he wanted to see you so bad, he had to work for it.

Though you would have killed to see him now, you had to exercise restraint. Maybe you could go this entire day without seeing him. Your classes didn't line up and you never spent lunch together, so the chances of him seeing you were slim to none. You would just have to avoid him when trying to walk home, and you were free! He would have to live the rest of his life knowing he made you go an entire day at school without fully covering yourself and that he didn't get to see you. It would make him go mad, and that's exactly what you wanted.

So, here you were. It was nearing the end of the school day and you had managed to navigate the entire ordeal with relative ease. You hung back, rarely tried to get up, and ate lunch alone to avoid having to take the stairs down to your regular lunch spot. The day had gone off without a hitch. Now, you just had to make it through advanced calculus and then homework period and you were home free! Of course, you are uncomfortable, worried your pussy will wet through your skirt and stain the fabric, but that's a minor problem compared to fully exposing yourself.

Now, you just have to get through this teacher droning on about a subject you've already mastered and—

Wait, what's that incessant sound? Oh god. The fire alarm. From the look on the teacher's face, you can tell that this wasn't a planned drill. Fuck, what idiot put tinfoil in the microwave or pulled the alarm for shits and giggles?

Reluctantly, you get out of your seat and follow your swarm of classmates out the door. Since everyone is distracted by the blaring beeps of the alarm and the rushing crowd, no one even has a chance to glance up your skirt. Though you are still on your toes about the whole thing, you trust that everyone is too busy escaping the school to notice you weirdly tugging at your skirt as you go down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairwell, students are taking a sharp turn to the emergency exit right behind the staircase. You are at the edge of the crowd, hoping that you won't get trampled and about to take the turn towards the door. Suddenly, you feel a sharp tug on your arm and are pulled around the corner into an empty adjacent hallway.

The force drags you further and further until you round another corner. Before you even come to a complete halt, you are pushed against the wall and are unexpectedly trapped between a figure and the brick of the school. Now, you are left alone in a silent hallway with the culprit who pulled you away from your class and left you in this potentially on-fire building.

Of course. It's Minho.

"What the hell?! Min— hmph!" His hand clasps over your mouth, his other extending its index finger towards his puckered lips, telling you to be quiet. His eyes don't meet the anger pouring out of yours and instead glance down the hall, seeing if anyone realized your absence. No one seems to be coming down the hall but he makes you stay completely still in fear of being caught.

As the noises of the students die out as the last of them exits the building, Minho's eyes finally turn to yours. Then, his small pout against his finger slowly turns into a smirk, then a small giggle. He drops his hand like a dead weight and stays there for a second, studying your furrowed brow and the wrath of your eyes.

"You know," he said quietly, breaking the silence, "you're really cute when you're mad." He let his other hand drop, finally letting you breathe. And, immediately upon your liberation, you begin furiously slapping Minho, making him recoil and laugh at your efforts to harm him.

"Stop, stop!" He protested, his voice and your hits the only audible noises in the entire school minus the distant beeps of the fire alarm.

"Don't—fucking—tell—me—you—pulled—the—alarm!" You whisper shouted at him with every hit.

"Pfft! I did, I did, but it's for a good reason!" He responded in fits of giggles, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly to prevent you from hitting him again.

"Why? It better be good! Now I'm gonna be in trouble cause the security cameras probably caught you pulling me away!"

"No, they won't," Minho playfully swung your hands in his, ignoring the efforts you made to escape his grip and ignoring all worries in favour of annoying you. "Firstly, I know for a fact that this entire hallway is a blindspot. They didn't even put alarms down here because none of these classes are in use, it's just storage space!" He was right: it was silent in this hall, an empty space filled with the echoing beeps of far-away alarms. That's got to be some sort of safety violation, you thought, annoyed with your own diligence.

You rolled your eyes, not surprised that The Lee Minho was such a scumbag that he knew all the secrets this school kept.

When your eyes came back to his, you noticed that the playfulness in them was gone.

"And, secondly," his voice was low, and his grip on you tightened. He walked towards you, making you stumble back until your back hit the wall again, the coldness giving you goosebumps. Or, maybe that was Minho. "Secondly," he whispered, "I needed to see you."

Once again, he had stunned you to silence. The resentment in your eyes had been replaced by genuine curiosity, and the source of your goosebumps was now the way his hands left yours and travelled down your body rather than the chilliness of the hall.

"All day, not even a text from you," he scolded as his hand rubbed down your waist to your hips. "This is my reward and your punishment, and you won't even let me see you... I should exact my revenge anyway, even if you did obey the rules."

"I—I did obey the rules," you spoke softly. "No panties, just like Minnie said." Your sudden obedience made Minho smile slightly, enjoying the pet name you've given to him in your confusion.

"Well, if you want to prove that you're good and follow the rules," the grip on your waist became unbearably tight and you groaned at Minho's eagerness, "then you have to show me."

With his hands placed firmly on your body, Minho abruptly flipped you against the wall, pressing your face into the cold brick. You grunted at the action, shocked with the ease it took to move you like that and somehow enjoying the pain of your face hitting the wall. God, you felt sickened by your own submission, how you enjoyed how he tossed you around.

Minho pressed firmly into you, resting his head on your shoulder and letting his hands glide down your hips to the front of your plump thighs.

"C'mon baby," he growled into your ear, stroking your fat up and down, "show me what you got." Harshly tugging at you, your entire body shifted in his hold. Minho had pulled your ass out and now had your chest pressed into the wall, your back arching in an attempt to hold your precarious posture.

"M-Minho," you mewled out, embarrassment washing over you.

"Aw, y/n, don't worry," he cooed with fake innocence. "It's just us, no need to worry." His hands rubbed the sides of your thighs, his dick pressing into the curve of your ass. "I just wanna get my reward." As you whimpered under him, Minho tantalizingly edged your skirt up, licking his lips at the thought of seeing you bare. Not being able to wait any longer, Minho let his hands ride up your skirt, following the curve of your thighs up against your ass and allowing the fabric to bunch up at your waist.

Minho's deep breathing was the only sound you could hear, your ears flush and your cunt so wet it almost dripped down to the floor below you.

"God, Y/n... you're so pretty... fuck," Minho panted as he let his hands grip your flesh firmly, throwing his head back at the feeling. You moaned as he massaged your ass, unconsciously pushing back further until you pressed firmly into his growing cock. Nothing could match this sensation for him. With every push into you, you pushed back, allowing him to hump your ass through his clothes. If you kept this up, he would cream his pants, ruining them and letting everyone know for the rest of the day that you were so perfect, so hot you were able to make him cum without even taking off his pants. The contortion of your body and your easily accepted submission told Minho everything he needed to know: you were desperate for his cock, and you wanted nothing more than to be filled with him. You didn't even wear panties for him today. God, you were perfect. Rutting into you was all that Minho needed. Relief washed over him with every pump into you. Both of you needed—no, both of you craved this. It was perfect. Looking down at you Minho loved the swell of your backside. Your perfect ass was literally in his grasp, and he could do this forever—

"What is that?" he asked, pulling away and silencing your moans with his sudden question.

Both of you stiffened, knowing what he was referring to. Frankly, you were scared of what was to come. Nonetheless, you tried to play dumb.

"What... what are you talking about?" you asked innocently.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," Minho growled. The fabric of your skirt pushed higher until his hands found what they were looking for: a hidden hem underneath your skirt. The pressure in your throat built up as your fear crept within you. The article of clothing you attempted to hide had been found.

"Nothing—" you began.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me!" Minho interrupted. His hands grabbed your waist again and, once more, flipped you into the wall. Face to face with him, you realized how little his voice actually let on his true frustration. Fire was behind his eyes, burning from the outrage you had invoked by disobeying him. His arms caged you into the wall, leaning on his elbow while his other hand was placed on your hips.

"Lift. Up. Your. Skirt." Minho's voice was precise and punctual, dictating his rage with every word. For some reason, you still tried to soothe the bull.

"Minho, you should calm—"

"Lift up the fucking skirt!" He shot back. Unflinchingly, you attempted to stare him down, try to out-intimidate him though you knew it would be useless. If you tried to get out of this situation any other way, you knew Minho would immediately want to reassert his dominance. You wanted to simply walk away or call his bluff, but you knew that Minho would grab you and fuck you in the middle of that hall instead. Yet, regardless of your inner carnal desires to fuck him in front of everyone, his anger made you digress, and you followed his orders. Your hands made their way down your body towards the hem of your skirt, grasping it slightly and then reversing up your body to pull the fabric up.

While your eyes stared forward, Minho glared down at your skirt. He knew what was going on and he knew he would be disappointed when he saw it with his own eyes. And he was.

Your breaths were both shaky, filling your ears as he stared down at your cunt.

Instead of your bare, leaking pussy in front of him, you were feebly covered by a small article of clothing— one just big enough to cover your slit but small enough to reveal your ass.

"You're wearing panties," he stated blankly.

"...Actually," your eyes finally met his, "It's a thong. So," you continued hesitantly with a stable voice as if you were explaining the situation to a child, "I didn't technically break the rules." Silence encapsulated the two of you as Minho's breath made you shake. His fury was undeniable, but it simply seemed to radiate off of him. Otherwise, his expression and demeanour were relatively emotionless. But you knew better. You knew that this little act of defiance was probably the straw that broke the camel's back. You swear Minho was about to pounce on you right then and there.

After a beat, Minho spoke.

"How dare you talk back to me right now," he said blankly. You daren't respond to his scolding comment. "You had one instruction, refused to obey it, then patronize me, acting like I wouldn't even fucking notice." Opening your mouth to speak, you quickly shut it when Minho brought his finger to your mouth, silencing you. Then, dropping his hands to your thighs, he rode them up your legs to the edge of the thong. You assumed he would pull it down, taking the thong and making you finish the day actually without underwear. Again— you didn't break the rules because you didn't wear panties. Thongs are panties. Right?

But, Minho didn't take them off. Instead, he pulled them up high, making the fabric that barely covered you apply unbearable pressure to your clit and making you gasp. Leaning in close, Minho placed his head beside yours and whispered in your ear.

"Tonight. Your place. 7 PM. You'll be home alone, yeah?" You give a stiff nod, confirming the time, place, and circumstances. "Good." Minho pulls back and studies your face for a second as he slowly lowers his hands, making you finally breathe out from the pressure relief on your clit.

"And these," he says, "better be out of fucking sight." Finally, he releases your thong straps with a snap against your hips, making you shiver.

In the distance, the faint beeping of the fire alarm shuts off. Shortly after, both of your heads snap up to at the sound of distant voices. Students and staff had begun re-entering the building, telling you that your time was up.

"Fuck, they're gonna think I ditched," Minho sighed, placing his hands in his pockets and leaning back, trying to look down the hall and see if anyone is coming around (though he knew they wouldn't enter this dead zone). "It's fine, I'm pretty sure I can convince my teacher he just brushed over me when taking attendance outside. You should do the same."

His newfound nonchalance shocked you. He was acting as if he didn't just have you bent over, on the verge of begging you to let him ruin you. When Minho was finished studying the hall, he looked back at you examining him intently. Minho smirked and let out a single chuckle.

"I'll see you tonight, y/n," he said. With that goodbye, Minho sauntered off to the rising noise of students, leaving you alone, desperate, and highly embarrassed in the hall.

"Fuck," you sighed aloud. "That's the second time he's left me high and dry. Fucking bastard."

After letting Minho sneakily rejoin the crowd of bustling students, you quickly followed, reemerging into the sea of similarly dressed students and staff, lingering at the back so that no one could glance up your skirt while walking up the stairs.

You knew for a fact that, though you weren't bare, you had completely soaked through the little fabric that concealed you. Fuck, the rest of the day was going to be long.

continued in part 3

#skz smut #stray kids smut #leeknow smut #minho smut #lee minho smut #leeknow x reader #leeknow x y/n #perv!leeknow

[catt-nuevenor]

I remember the book thief. It was a good, sad, book.

I held off answering this until I finished the book, and here we are. I finished the Book Thief yesterday.

It is a very good book and I highly enjoyed my time with it. I also think it is a very important book, and it deserves the accolades and awards it has achieved over the years since its first publication.

That all sounds like I'm gearing up for a 'but', doesn't it?

I'm not, not really. But I've found myself coming back to the comment of 'sad' a lot while I was listening to it and since I finished it.

I say the following to give context to my approach to the book, not to associate myself directly with the struggles of the characters, or the historical events they are based on in an exploitative or inherently informed manner.

A bit of background on me. I'm a history nerd. I did an undergraduates degree in ancient history and archaeology, I watch documentaries for fun and leisure, I regularly consume books that deal with world history and such things do not shy away from difficult topics.

Side recommendations for non-fiction books related to WW2 and the topics discussed in the Book Thief:

Their Darkest Hour: People Tested to the Extreme in WWII by Laurence Rees

The Good Germans: Resisting the Nazis, 1933-1945 by Catrine Clay

Nazi Wives: The Women at the Top of Hitler's Germany by James Wyllie

The Holocaust: A New History by Laurence Rees

The Vanquished: Why the First World War Failed to End, 1917-1923 by Robert Gerwarth

Obviously Content Warning for Extreme Violence, Radicalisation, Bigotry, Genocide, and Psychological Trauma. These are not pleasant books at times, they are important.

Secondary bit of background info on me. My Grandfather served in the Royal Signals Corp during WW2 and volunteered the day war was declared in England. He served in Africa, Italy, took part in the D-Day landings, moved up through Belgium, the Netherlands, then into Germany where he and his unit were put in charge of minding SS prisoners in a converted concentration camp, north-northeast of Hamburg, for two years after peace was declared. During his time in Germany before the official end of the conflict, he served as a signalman with the 15th Scottish Division, this includes the liberations of Bergen Belsen, Neuengamme, and a sub camp of Neuengamme, Bad Segeberg concentration camp, the latter of which is where the SS prisoners were held.

I am incredibly lucky for three things in relation to my Grandfather:

He and my Grandmother kept all their letters from the war, labelled them in frankly archival detail, and passed said letters down to me.

Working in Signals allowed my Grandfather to write about events during the war that might not have otherwise made it past army censors, such as details, and dates.

He was a very good writer, and he wrote every day about all that he had seen.

Now, all that out in the open for everyone to get on the same page (more or less), back to the Book Thief.

In all honesty, I laughed and cheered more times than I felt upset while listening to it. I adore Rosa Hubermann, though I'd loathe her in reality if I had to deal with her, she and her 'tact' made me cackle with glee so many times. Zuzack's descriptions are as beautiful as they are at times a little too flowery for my personal tastes, but they are immersive despite this. And of course the Narrator is wonderful.

I always knew what was coming and the depth of what was happening beyond our view of events in the story, so it did take some of the punch out of matters for me. I couldn't ever say I was sad while listening to it.

A book can be read in as many ways as there are individuals to read it. My reading of it left me with a strong impression of civilian life during the third reich from a child's perspective, it taught me how to swear in German much to my (learning) German-speaking father's delight and bemusement, and it's given me a new recommendation to put forward to the teen offspring of friends as a good first book to discussing the complexities of WW2.

So, yes. I highly recommend the Book Thief by Markus Zuzack.

#asks #The Book Thief #Book recommendations

[izartn]

I ended the CFC extras this morning (finished the main plot yesterday at unholy hours of the night) and I started writing a post and like. I don't have any idea of wta to talk about first so I will post first my main impressions very quickly.

1. Confirmed; this is my less favorite by Meatbun. Still better than other danmei I've read, in terms of enjoyment and even writing, and honestly I have no problems with the pairing, but by the end I was having to draw my attention back, unlike Yuwu or Erha.

2. I didn't care about the plot despite having interesting and well thought elements; I was annoyed that they keep interrupting my HeXiw time, instead of suffering the angst of it gladly like when the plot is well written.

Related to the above-> 3. I would have loved a book about HeXie without an overarching plot, just about them dealing being a mess, their even messier relationship and their illness. Posts incoming about the development of their charas and then as a couple bc woah. I really like them.

4. CFC is the book of Meatbun where I cared less about the secondaries and the antagonists adding to me being meh about the arch plot. Unlike Erha or specially Yuwu where strangely for me (I usually only care on second or third reads if there's anything to care about), I read attentively and enjoyed the drama of the secondaries, here they felt very window dressing.

4.5 Given that Qingcheng had become basically an human robot by the start, someone impossible to truly connect with and He Yu only cares about XQC and other people incidentally as they relate to his gege.... Makes sense that secondary charas aren't as drawn bc these mains are so self absorbed; in fact the ones I connected best were XQC fam, bc he cares, and even then it was harder.

5. I can't take the sex too seriously, sorry not sorry those mad about it. I enjoyed how it was used as a vehicle to show the state of their relationship bc HeXie won't talk about their feelings or explain anything to each other unless theyre about to die. So like. It has a very clear function on the story and it's also too clearly fantastically porny. Meatbun is clearly enjoying herself so It is what it is. And HeXie are deranged about each other. Nothing new, that. I will comment mor eon those incoming posts.

6. The search of home, and that what keeps one living are the people who love you and the way the lack of this affects so so clearly the characterization of both HY and XQC??? Perfect, super sad and poignant. Typical Meatbun theme, but driven home even harder bc of the way the mental illness aspect, however fantastical, is presented making it a issue to deal with for the rest of HeXie lives. This stuff is why I wanted the story to be even more about them and not Duan Wen and DCZ.

7. XQC wants someone to fully dedicate himself to, bc he has 0 self (although he's learning by end of canon) (that's why he loves kids btw), and HY gives him that lifelong project bc HY will need him the rest of their lives. HY being on suicide watch those two years XQC was recovering and they were investigating HY cure left that very clear. That XQC was going to go the same way via willfully neglect of himself until his sister had his niece and even then was a husk of himself... Two way street. Codepent messes (affectionate and worried) that they both are.

8. He Yu whole everything could have leaned so much more into the Gothic, he had all the elements. Xie Qingcheng too. Meatbun!!!!!! The moment the narration took itself serious were chef kiss for that mood. But if the book were that way all the time I guess it'd be super depressing to read about these two, and anyways I laughed a lot so. /conflicted

9. Finally: Meatbun really wants magic to play with. I'm sorry but it was kinda funny how all the so called low scifi was at the same time trying to be low key and so fantastical in it's effects. The brain transplants, the seruns, the mind control... The Mandela island illusion cover was really well thought though. I really liked that one. And the holograms. She really could have just gone with a low key urban fantasy setting though, she was itching to go there for her plot points.

That's all for now. Expect incoming posts bc yeah, it's rotating in my brain.

#my thoughts #case file compendium #bing an ben #recs #book rec #If you want a good melodrama #go for it #but it's very melodrama #hexie #he yu #xie qingcheng

[girltomboy]

Movie weekend.

Yesterday I had some errands to run, but I got enough sleep and called my mom after waking up. She told me I can officially go visit them any time I can, because she & my stepdad finished their new house and even turned the heating on for the cold season 🤭 and boy am I so excited! Then I had some errands to run all day, so I mainly spent it outside. Once I got home and had dinner, my boyfriend called me and we decided to watch The Truman Show (it was on our priority list lol). I enjoyed it, but to be honest it didn't exactly meet my expectations. I thought it would be more of something it was not, but I can't really put my finger on it.

There were some things in it that I couldn't really connect; for example the Lauren/Sylvia subplot (?). It felt forced and confusing, like was she the only person to disagree and refuse to participate in the endless TV show bit? Why did Truman not even ponder on what she told him, why did it not ring a million alarm bells to him that she ended up being right: someone *was* out to get them, someone *did not* want her talking to him, someone *did* interrupt them to take her away. Was she just an actress that had a change of heart while filming? I just didn't quite grasp that part entirely. Also, why did Truman immediately believe the man who took Lauren away, and made it his mission to follow her all the way to Fiji? Moreover, why did Truman end up marrying Meryl if he wasn't really in love with her? And how come he had never noticed Meryl's crossed fingers in their wedding photo? Also, what was that even about, why did she have to do that? If everyone else but Truman was filming and playing a role, clearly she would not have 100% meant those wedding vows (but she might have been willing to follow through, as an actress lol). And why does his dad vanish, then reappear, then vanish again? It seems that his father's return is a pretty destabilising point in the movie, so why do we not see his dad anymore after the reunion scene, why do we not see them talking, reconnecting, he just comes back and that's it? Anyway, these are all probably some asinine questions for/about this movie. I also couldn't really stomach some of its "comedic" moments, and I feel the movie would've been better without them.

I did enjoy the movie overall, despite these minor gripes lol. I have yet to voice them to my boyfriend, I feel maybe he might have a different point of view and I want to hear it.

Today I watched Shutter by myself, since I kind of gauged that he might not be in a horror movie mood any time soon yesterday when I suggested watching a movie. So I decided to finally watch this one, since it's been on my list for so long and I was so curious about it. Especially seeing as it's coming from Banjong Pisanthanakun, the director of The Medium from 2021 (yes I watched that one first) which knocked my socks off and remains one of my all-time favorite horrors. Honestly I loved it, it was not as scary as I had expected, but it was quite unnerving and pretty sad. The reveal at the end was not surprising to me, but it felt a bit gratuitous (I'm talking about the rape part). However, the fact that Tun had been carrying Natre on his shoulders the whole time since the accident was wonderful storytelling. I still don't really get why the accident even happened. They did not actually run over her, so what prompted the haunting? Was it because Tun was in love with Jane? Or just to bring light to the reality of her story through Jane? Because ultimately it's Jane who finds out, and Natre does not even hurt her at all. Perhaps she tried to make the truth known to someone, and to warn Jane of Tun's past. Nonetheless, I'll be thinking about this movie and I'm excited to talk to my work bestie about it.

#thinking about what to watch next because my watchlist has already become just an endless stream of meaningless words #from which i just randomly choose a string that sounds like the title of a good movie #which is not how i like to pick & watch movies! #film talk #the truman show #the truman show spoilers #shutter #shutter spoilers

[cherrymaho]

I have a dream. I want to buy a huge farm in Australia. I’ll invite you guys over and we’ll drink beer all day!

Machida Keita as Karube Daikichi in Alice in Borderland

#alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #machida keita #* #return him to his friends and gf RIGHT NOW #the cm ep still isn't available to dl yet so aib gifs it is #i finished watching it yesterday and i really enjoyed it despite how sad it is

[bluexiao]

#hold my hand and never let it go

—how do they hold your hand and/or how often do they do it?

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. fluff with a bit of angst. comfort with hurt(?) yep. some most parts are quite sad imo.

NOTES. i did most of this while listening and watching the concert and wow it was so good that i had to stop every once in awhile to tune with it! this is quite short tbh? but i hope you guys will enjoy! i just came up with this idea like yesterday and i thought it would be a good one hahaha didn’t know i’d dwell on angst lmao

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ALBEDO holds your hand whenever you want him to. Being together for so long, he had been accustomed to how your mannerisms and desires work, in a way. Thus, whenever you needed or wanted him to hold your hand, he’ll be sensing it right away and interlace his fingers with yours. An assuring smile is already on his face despite not knowing what seems to be running inside of your mind, a sign of him saying “I’m here for you, you can tell me what’s wrong, darling.” without really voicing them out.

CHILDE laces his fingers to yours slowly, always making sure that you’ll be able to feel him snake down to your hands and entangle them with each other—like they were puzzle pieces born for one another. It’s his way of flirting with you sometimes—oh yes, he still does that even if you’re together. Courting doesn’t stop from there!

“I have a surprise for you,” he says.

“What is it?”

He pulls you to his side and then reveals what he had been hiding behind him, bringing your hand up to wrap them on the stems of the freshly-picked variation of Liyue flowers that he put into a bouquet—or he had paid someone to. Either way, it was such a sweet gesture that he makes sure he does every once in awhile.

“That’s not all! How about we go visit Mondstadt and dine there today?”

As long as you are there allowing him, a sinner, holding your hand, he will never ask for anything else.

DILUC holds your hand as if or when he is protective of you. When there’s an enemy ahead, when you didn’t seem to look fine one night while waiting for him to finish his shift in Angel’s Share, or even just while you two are out exploring the whole of Mondstadt. He may not do this in front of people, but when it’s just the two of you, all restraints are put aside and he feels rather… free when he’s holding your hand. Is this the work of the Anemo Archon or love? Both he doesn’t put his trust on that much, but if it’s you, he’s leaving all these negative feelings behind.

“Can I hold your hand?” GOROU asks for your permission first. He’s a real gentleman; always knows how to handle situations to prevent repercussions, understanding everyone’s side first before coming up to a decision, and he always makes sure that you are comfortable first, above everything.

However, whenever you indulge him in letting him hold your hand, you’ll never fail to see the bright smile and eyes that light up his face, happy for such a small kind of affection from you. A total 10/10 cutie.

If KAEYA holds your hand, you’re used to feeling them being raised and for him to land a soft kiss on the back of your palm or each of your knuckles. Usually when in public he places a quick peck on them but it’s the latter when he’s in the comforts of your home. They’re soft, tender, almost like he’s cherishing every second of he has your hand on his—he does. Your very presence alone in his life is an important thing to him and he makes up with it through his actions.

KAZUHA usually holds your hand when you’re cupping his face. And he’s quite anxious of his bandaged hands as well, to be honest. Most of the time, he only lets you hold his other hand and hesitates whenever you try to reach for his bandaged fingers. He’s usually a confident person and he does explain that he “I’d rather feel your skin against mine, of course,” but something about letting you feel this kind of vulnerability from him makes him feel… scared—scared of how you’ll feel and what you’d think of him. For now, he’s keeping all of these in, and maybe someday, he’d also let you in as well.

Did SCARAMOUCHE ever hold your hand first? It’s rather rare, honestly, but now that you’ve thought about it, he does. Whenever you’re lagging behind or when you’re not by his side, he immediately pulls you with “Keep up the pace, don’t want you to get lost now, do we?”

He has a smirk on when he holds your hand. It makes him feel tingly on his stomach and chest, and he mistakes this as his pride of having to show you off to others—actually, it can be that, but he also loves how your hand fits in him very well. It’s like, even if he didn’t expect it at all, someone was made for him and him alone—and he was made for you and you alone.

THOMA holds your hand out of habit, also as a sign of him being there for you; to protect you and for him to always be the shoulder for you to cry on, basically.

He has this sense of having the responsibility whereas he takes even holding hands seriously in his mind. Holding your hand in the streets is a sign of not letting you lose your way, or to show his love for you in front of others.

“Hm? Want those dangos? Alright.” he grins as he proceeds to order them for you.

“You know, you can let go of my hand while you’re paying.”

“How can I? And besides, this way, we can feed each other!”

VENTI holds your hand because he wants to. He’s quite clingy as well so expect him to not only cling onto your hand but your whole entire arm. Also, he’s the type who will totally not be embarrassed by it. “Why must I feel embarrassed holding my lovely significant other’s hand? I will never!”

The back of his hands are also very soft; light as a feather, smooth as a dandelion. He may have a few knicks and scratches on the tip of his fingers from playing the harp most of the time so he lets you patch them up and in the end, he wraps them on your hands and asks you to “Kiss them better?”

A flirt, definitely.

XIAO is afraid of holding your hand. Quite so, he wills that he will never be able to. Humans are just too fragile… he can’t afford to-

Yet, he relents such beliefs in the end.

He had never known that he’d crave for a miniscule of your touch and affection, but here he was, staring at your hand as he comprehends such needless things in his mind. He doesn’t remove his gloves, still afraid of what may happen to you if he gives in to these ‘desires.’ He slowly and carefully slides his hands on yours, looking onto your face to make sure you were still deep in your sleep, a pure expression on your face in the midst of the moonlight glow.

He may only be slowly getting used to this, but for now, let him indulge in this in secret.

ZHONGLI most often offers his hand instead to also ask for your permission first. Whenever he does hold your hand voluntarily, it is when he senses that you are not feeling very well; maybe you’re tired from work, you are sick, or when you want to be clingy for awhile. He will let you indulge, always ready and willing to give you the affection you need. As a god, he doesn’t dwell in such emotions that much, thus he makes sure that he will be able to help you in your situation, as long as you permit.

With a simple hold from his hand and a kiss on yours, he lets you lean onto his chest as he whispers “Anything for you, dearest.”

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One Last Time — 05

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01 02

⇢ Word Count : 3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

The scent of vanilla with a hint of cinnamon is what wakes you up from your sleep. Hair and body tangled in-between the blankets, which lets you know you you had tossed and turned once again. The frizzball on your head is definitely going to be a challenge to work with. Stretching your limbs, you let out a small yawn only for your hands to drop back down and feel nothing but cold emptiness.

Was it a dream? Dream? You didn’t even have one of your night terrors for the first time in a year. The dream to you seemed rather pleasent. Jimin tangled up in your arms as he holds you tight while you breathe into his bare chest. The warmness is something you had longed for once again and it all felt surreal.

‘‘ You awake yet?’‘

The voice startles you, making you drop your phone onto the comforter and turn your head towards the bedroom door where it came from. His blonde hair and small smile peep through the door, hoping to atleast get a better reaction out of you. 

So it is real.

“ You’re really here? Did I bump my head too hard to where im imagining things?” You pull the covers close to you for security. Just as in your dream, there he is barechest and all.

He lets out a squeaky laugh followed by a smile as he comes towards your bed, tapping them to give you a signal to open. You raise an eyebrow but oblige, spreading them a bit only for him to sit inbetween them. It feels as if you’re heart might explode with the sudden flirtacious moves from him. Something you have been wanting but still aren’t used to.

‘‘ You slept so good that you don’t remember last night?”

You look at him eyes wide and then down to your body, “ Please tell me we didn’t-’’

‘‘ As much as I would of love to, No.’‘

A shot of relief flows through you but sadness soon comes over. He isn’t yours to be thinking these sorts of things. He isn’t yours in general. It wouldn’t be right for him to say things like that to you, while still entangled with another female.

‘‘ Why so sad?” His hands comes to your face to caress your cheeks. You shake your head softly then grab his hand to slowly lower it back down.

Jimin sighs, “ Baby just tell me whats wrong.’’

That word. That word you know always messes things up with your thoughts. Your emotions, hell everything in your body too.

You slowly make your way off of the bed, not interested in the conversation anymore. It’s not like you don’t want to continue, you do, but the guilt of everything that comes with it is enough to stir you away.

‘‘ Jimin don’t use that word. You technically still belong to Isabel.”

‘‘ Is she here at this very moment?” He cocks his head to the side with a smirk. You roll your eyes in response to his cockiness.

‘‘ No. That doesn’t change the fa-”

‘‘ Alright then. Now are you going to tell me what’s really on your mind or do I have to force it out?” He raises his hands and scrunches them with grabby motions. You don’t fall for it though. 

You make your way to the doorway, “ That’s all Jimin. I promise. Just call me by  my real name okay?’’

But that’s not what you want. What you want you know you can’t have. It’s not because you can’t have it because you want too. It’s just that it would make you feel like a terrible, horrible person. The look on his face when you say those words almost make you give in. Those puppy eyes caught yours and for a split second you almost consider it but don’t. It’s hard for you, it really is. Having something dangling in your face but you’re too concious to have it.

He’s still not yours. 

With the morning being spent eating a good breakfast Jimin made your favorite pancakes. You watched him carefully, the way his hair bobbed up and down a bit while his right arm whisked the batter quickly. He seemed so natural and comfortable as if he was used to doing this for you. With your elbows on the island counter and head in your hands while you’re seated, you can’t help yourself to stare at the back of him and let the memories float in your mind.

Memories that never fade from you. It’s cute of him to steal glances of you here and there when pouring the batter into the pan. The small winks he gives you makes your heart flutter and the blood rush to your cheeks. It feels rather good to you to have his presence here. Despite the guilty feeling in the pit of your stomach.

 The rest of the day you two decide to lounge around. Endless movies and tv shows throughout the day as you’re cuddled up next to him with a pink colored blanket for the two of you to share. Clara seems to enjoy her time with him too since she won’t let him put her down. She meows loudly with every movement of him. Such a drama queen.

‘‘ Jimin it’s getting late..” You pause, looking up at him. He gives you a small frown when he sits up in hopes you won’t finish your sentence. “ She might begin to worry you’re not home yet.”

Jimin ignores your comment only to latch onto your body a little more rougher, arms not wanting to let go. You giggle before running your fingers through his hair as his head lays softly onto your chest. You wan’t him to leave mentally, but your body wants to hold on to him for way much longer.

‘‘ Your heartbeat is soothing to me.”

It always has been. Anytime he just wanted to talk when you were in a relationship, he would lay you down and then lay himself on you with his ear pressed against your chest. Some days he would have been happy to talk, others, he just wanted to lay there to fall asleep.

‘‘ Seriously Jimin. You should leave.” 

He shakes his head, ‘’ Shhh. Jungkook is coming soon and I would love to sit here and have you to myself.’’

You raise an eyebrow is confusion, “ Why is he coming here?’’

‘‘ I kind of sort of lost my keys to my home. Isabel came yesterday to give the copy’s she went and made when we were at Ryan’s office.  I left the house key with Jungkook while going after you instead of putting it on my keychain right away.”

So that explains why she came. It also would of been better to have touch pad, or even facial recognition to enter the home. Anyone can just copy the key to your home. The fans are already crazy enough after that time you two saw one trying to follow you into your used-to-be shared apartment. It didn’t end so well either.

“ Why don’t you have touch-pad?” You say, sitting up with a disappointed look.

‘‘ Funny story. When the house was made I thought keys would be better than touch-pad on the outside because any paparazzi who manages to get through the front could snap pictures of the code. So why not use a key right?’‘

You just sigh and shake your head in disappointment, not even wanting to explain why that would still be a dumb idea. “ Whatever makes you happy.”

‘‘ But if you were there you would of stopped me.. right?”

Your eyes shoot down to him only to see him staring right back up into yours. The butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter once more. It’s been so long since you felt those.

‘‘ Yes. Yes I would have told you it was a dumb option because nobody can make it past security without calling you first.’‘ You whisper, both of your faces inches away from each other.

‘‘ I thought so. Can I make another dumb suggestion?’‘ His voice says, faint enough for you to hear making the hairs stick up on your neck.

You swallow slowly as chills run down your spine out of anxiety, ‘‘ What?’‘

‘‘ This.’‘

It all feels surreal to you. His lips against yours moving in sync together it’s all just surreal. Within seconds his tongue is swiping against your lips begging for entrance in which you comply. The way his hands rub up and down your thighs is sure to make you moan against the kiss, grabbing them to lead it to your core. He obliges and traces the outline of it outside of your clothing, laying you down gently on the couch in the process.

Until that painful doorbell rings loudly causing you both to groan. Jimin pulls away with a plop noise and give you a wink before lifting off of you to go see who is at the door. Your clothes are ruffled up a bit and that small wet spot between your legs seems to not too noticeable when you fix yourself up quickly.

Sex with Jimin. You almost had sex with Jimin. You feel wrong about it but at the same time you want nothing more to have him make you a screaming moaning mess. You miss him, the way his stroke game is, and everything about him dominating you in the bedroom. 

He’s still not yours though.

‘‘ Who is it?’‘

You sit up and fix your hair to at-least look presentable. That kiss meant everything to you. Your feelings and body enjoyed it but your mind did not. It slipped your mind that you should of pulled away. Nothing can replace how it felt to have his lips on yours again.

The door opens revealing Jungkook who’s face is a little red and breathing hard. He runs inside and shoves Jimin out the way before slamming the door shut and locking it with his back against the wall. You furrow your eyebrows and get up from the spot you’re sitting in.

‘‘ Jungkook what’s happening? Why are you run-”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

‘‘ Open the door now! I know you guys are in there! Jimin get your ass out here now!’’

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Your eyes go wide. That voice. That oh so familiar voice is standing right outside your apartment door. 

‘‘ I tried telling her you went to practice with Seokjin for some new choreography but she knew I lied. Im sorry I tried to run as fast as I could to my car to get away from her. She followed me here in her car and then I had to run some more up to your apartment.’‘ He breathes hard, handing the new set of keys to Jimin.

Shit! You have no words to say. This wouldn’t of all started if you wouldn’t have been so stubborn yesterday to just take a taxi. You wouldn’t of passed out, he wouldn’t have been here with you all day today.

That doesn’t excuse the fact that this girl is batshit crazy for following Jungkook and showing up at your actual fucking apartment. Jimin looks at you with sorriness in his eyes. You look at him with anger and cross your arms to prove your point as to why he should have left in the first place.

 ‘‘ Im going outside to talk to her. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

Jimin’s hand pushes down the handle to the door and as soon as he cracks it open, the force of the door pushes open harshly hitting the wall next to it, making him stumble back a little.

‘‘ So you think it is okay to go to your exes apartment? I would never disrespect you like that Jimin, you know that!”  Rage has taken upon her, face red and it doesn’t already help that her facial expression is beyond pissed.

Slap!

You watch in horror as her hand connects with his left cheek. Jungkook’s eyes go wide, but then frown into anger before walking over to her. Stomping with each step he takes.

“ Watch what your fucking doing okay? That’s my brother and I certainly do not hit girls but with one click of a button Ryan will be on her way to beat your ass got it?’’ 

‘‘ Jungkook stay out of this! This isn’t your battle. Now you, you have some nerve letting him inside here. Obviously you were not enough for him to go cheating on you.” Isabel says, stepping away from Jimin and leaving him there at the door.

That one hurt. She does have a point though, you should of made Jimin leave regardless of what he said to you. You got caught up in the moments that weren’t meant to be yours. Its true, she has every right to be mad.

‘‘ I don’t appreciate you being around Jimin..” She inches closer to you, hands on her hips. You begin to back up, eyes to the ground of guilt. If only things wouldn’t have unfolded like this.

‘‘ Your relationship to him is starting to be inapropriate.” Isabel’s eyes make contact with yours when you look up. She looks at you as if you’re disgusting, and you can’t blame her.

‘‘ Isabel..’‘ Jimin warns, coming behind her.

On the heel of her feet, she turns around shaking her head. “You don’t deserve to talk. You care so much about her, but did you forget we are a couple? We may just be cooling things off between us, but you are still mine as I am to you.’‘

Jimin sighs, stopping just behind her, ‘‘ Isabel look..”

“ Jimin..” Jungkook starts, uneasy of what his brother is to say next. You know what’s coming and you know that tone of Jimin’s voice all too well.

The same one he used when breaking up with you. You see the tears well in her eyes. Some part of you feels bad for her because you know those words well. You know that feeling all too good.

‘‘ Are you really breaking up with me because of her? We were doing just fine until she showed back up in the picture. Are you seriously doing this?” Her voice cracks on the last words. That made your heart sting a bit. This isn’t right.

Jimin sighs looking at the two of you back and forth. You are the one for him, it’s no doubt. It was a stupid choice for him to cheat on you. It was a stupid choice for him to leave you in the dust like that. You gave him everything. A loving relationship, a home, happiness, you are the highlight of his days. He misses you just as much as you miss him.

“ Isabel we are through. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man to your expectations. It’s my fault. All my fault and I shouldn’t have let you belie-”

“ Fuck you. Fuck you Park Jimin.” Her words slice through the air, piercing Jimin right in his heart. It hurt for him to hear that, but he deserves it.

Jungkook doesn’t look so shocked, but he does wish Jimin would have did this else-where other than your apartment. Isabel looks at you with envy, reaching into her small chanel bag for something. Jungkook gives her a warning look to just leave before grabbing your arm to make you stand behind him.

“ Isabel I’ll walk you down. It’s best to just leave it be. Please.” Jimin begs from behind her. You watch the tears roll down her eyes and you still can’t help but to feel guilty.

You are the cause of their breakup. Maybe you really should have minded your business about Jimin. Maybe you shouldn’t have entertained his charming ways at all. Looking back down at her hands, you see a small pocket knife she grips tightly. You tap Jungkook and point which makes him push you behind him even more. 

“ It’s a bad idea. You can hurt me but you wont hurt my brother or her.” He says, daring her to make any type of movement towards you. 

Jimin comes behind her and attempts to grab the knife in which she slashes his palm on accident trying to push him away. In that quick second, Jimin hisses in pain while pulling away giving Isabel all the time she has to get to you while Jungkook is already across the room for his brother, forgetting you hiding behind him.

‘‘ Shit! Jimin are you okay?” He asks, but then quickly turns to you, “ Quick! Go hide! Hurry! “ Jungkook screams.

‘‘ Isabel this isn’t what he wants. He wants you to be happy and getting back at me will only upset him more!”  As if your words would even convince the crazy girl in the slightest. 

She just laughs as your words, fastly walking to you who’s, running towards the living area thinking it would cut time shorter if you cut through there to your bathroom.

You aren’t fast enough. She tackles you to the ground where you two rumble around trying to get away from her until she putting all her weight on you as she sits directly on your chest making it hard for you to breathe. 

“ Maybe a little mark on your face will tell you to stop home-wrecking people’s relationship.” She raises the knife up high and you watch in horror before she raises it back to in attempt to make a slash on your forehead.

You block each attempt at her trying to slash anything on your face. Your dad always told you to protect your face in self defense and fighting and thats what you do. Only until with one last thrush, the knife connects with your forearm, making a nice sized gash on it.

‘‘ Fuck!”

The voices in your area fade in and out. You look to your left to see Isabel being dragged out by a pair of cops. But the puddle of blood forming around you rapidly sends you into panic. Only you cant panic. You cant speak. Your vision is slowly loosing faith in you.

Open.

Close.

Open.

Close.

Open.

Cl-

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[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi, may I request headcanons or drabble about gom when they find that their s/o is wearing their teiko’s jersey please? Sfw or nsfw is all okay

A/N: OOH I like that idea my dear anon! I tried to come up with as many different scenarios as I could, so I hope that I was succeesful... please enjoy! (*¯︶¯*)

Tags: GoM x reader ✅  fluff ✅  implied nsfw ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so, you were sleeping over at his house today and you wanted to put something of his on, so you looked through his closet, and amidst his many shirts you found something you immediately recognized as his former basketball team’s jersey

you were simply curious how it would look on you so while Kuroko was in the other room preparing something, you went over to the big mirror in the hallway and looked at how surprisingly fitting his jersey was

“(Y/N), I finished prepa-“

“Tetsu, perfect timing! Look what I found!” you said happily and twirled around a few times, showing off your new find

he remained silent at first and just looked at you with his typical poker face, then he slowly walked up to you and gave you a back hug, burying his face in the crack of your neck

“God (Y/N)...how can you be so cute...?“ he silently asked and peppered your neck with soft kisses

you couldn’t help but giggle at that ticklish sensation which provided a great diversion for your boyfriend, who let his hands slowly slide down your body’s most prominent traits while his blue eyes stayed glued to how smooth your reflection looked like

his reaction was pretty cryptic and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was even happy or simply annoyed, so you asked him if you’d done something bad

Kuroko remained silent at first and then out of nowhere took your hand and began walking back to his own room

“T-Tetsu? What’s wrong?”

“In situations such as these it’s better for me to just show you the results of your little dress up instead of using words, don’t you think?”

with flushed cheeks you simply squeezed his hand and followed him back into his room, knowing that you’ll be in there for quite a while...

Kise:

you two went on a small shopping trip together and before you knew it time had slipped past your hands and it was already dark outside

Kise, as the caring boyfriend he is, invited you to stay over at his apartment and you agreed

while you were sitting on his bed and checking your social media he sorted out his closet saying that if he continued buying so many clothes he’d have to buy a second and much bigger one

when he usually did this, he separated his garments into two piles: one was clothes he’d give away to charity organizations and the other one was for you and his friends to choose out of

just as he was about to throw another one of his shirts you noticed a very familiar-looking piece of fabric

He must be quite out of it to throw this away...

you secretly took his jersey out of the pile, got up from his bed, and sneaked out of his room (which wasn’t a challenge really, with him being overly concentrated on whether to give that blue jacket away or the black one)

you headed straight for his bathroom and changed into his Teiko jersey

it fitted you quite well, sure it was loose at some parts but that was to be expected

after looking at yourself in the mirror from any possible angle you decided to go back and surprise him with your getup

“Kise, I think I might’ve found the perfect one for me...what do you think?”

he glanced back at you and just as he was about to turn away he halted, mouth agape, his expression a mix of pleasant surprise and full of adoration

within a couple of seconds, his arms were wrapped around your body, lifting you by the hips and covering your entire face with kisses

“I didn’t know you loved your jersey this much.” you joked as you played with his yellow and soft strands of hair

“Who said I was this happy just because of the jersey, huh?”

he twirled the both of you a few times before lying you down on his bed and getting on top of you, both of his arms trapping you beneath him as he brought his face down to your exposed collarbone and began trailing it up with his soft lips

“Though I’d love to continue watching you have it on, it’d be quite a shame if we got it dirty with what’s about to come, right?”

Midorima:

living together with a strict man such as him proved to be quite the challenge at times, but you somehow managed

he was a very tidy and clean person (his behavior almost bordered in perfectionism) so having a multi-shelved closet where his clothes were sorted by color, their individual usage as well as his personal preference wasn’t surprising

you once wanted to take a shirt from him and after begging him for what felt like hours he finally gave in, but under the condition that he’d get to choose one for you

so to put it simply: you never properly saw how his closet looked like from the inside and now that he was taking a shower you couldn’t withstand the temptation to sneak into his room and finally take a peek

thanks to his pedantic ways you were quick to grasp the structure he’d used and there was one particular pile of clothes that caught your eye, namely one which consisted of nothing but his basketball uniforms, all of them neatly folded and judging by the smell they were freshly washed as well

you smiled to yourself as you remembered that your typical tsundere boyfriend also had some softer sides on him that brought such rare but heartwarming behaviors to light

with utmost carefulness you took the very first jersey from the pile and held it up, revealing the dark blue number 11

looking at it now you wondered if it’d still fit him and just before you stormed out of the room to ask him, you thought of a better idea: putting it on yourself

with that said and done you sneaked back out, sat on the couch in the living room, covered yourself with a blanket, and pretended to play something on your phone while you carefully watched your boyfriend from the corner of your eyes

the moment he entered your shared bedroom you decided to wait a couple minutes until he’d dressed up so that you could surprise him with a hug (but the main reason was that you were scared of how he’d react if you not only snuck up on him while he’s still drenched and naked but also had a jersey on that he’d spend so much time taking care of)

you softly knocked on the door and heard a muffled sound that most likely prompted you to come in, so you did

luckily his broad back was facing you as he was busy cleaning his glasses and you used that opportunity to wrap your arms around his tall figure

there was no reaction at first but after just a couple of seconds he silently asked you whether something was wrong

“I have a small surprise for you, so could you do me the favor and...look at me?” you whispered in a rather sheepish voice

Midorima didn’t answer, but you heard him placing his glasses down on the nightstand so you took that as a signal and loosened your grip around him

“(Y/N)...! That–“

your small surprise had shocked him quite a bit and even if he didn’t say anything clear about it, it was pretty obvious that underneath his big palm, which was covering his mouth, a small blush was forming

the two of you just stood there silently and after what felt like an eternity he just sighed and sat himself down on the bed, burying his face in his hands

Now that’s a reaction I didn’t expect...

you were disappointed and sad of course so you muttered a silent apology and made your way back to the door

“(Y/N)...who said that you could leave?”

with a surprised but confused expression on your face, you looked at his sitting figure

Midorima leaned himself back and gently pat a spot on his muscled thigh

“I want you to strip for me...but make sure to keep my jersey on and when you’re finished, get your cute ass over here.”

Aomine:

you woke up rather unpleasantly

your entire body was sore, some spots hurting more than others, and to top it all off you had fallen asleep naked, too tired from last night’s fun to even cover yourself with a shirt or something of that sort

while you were questioning yesterday’s events your boyfriend continued sleeping peacefully next to you and sometimes a silent snore escaped past his lips

watching someone who was either sulking or grinning like a madman on a daily basis sleep like a small child warmed your heart

you gently caressed his cheek, moved some of his hair strands away from his forehead, and let your fingertip gently glide across his most prominent facial features

if Aomine was awake he’d rarely let you do all of these blandishments, but luckily he slept as deep as a bear during hibernation

you could’ve continued forever, but your body was starting to get cold so you got up as carefully as you could and tiptoed over to your boyfriend's closet and began rummaging around for one of his shirts, which easily covered half of your body

while you searched every possible corner of his rather messy closet you stumbled upon something rather surprising

at the very back, you found his Teiko jersey which in comparison to the rest neatly folded and smelled of detergent

you couldn’t hold back a cheeky grin as you remembered how he’d told you he wasn’t the sentimental type of person and that there would be no reason for him to own any keepsakes from his junior high days and yet despite all that he’d taken such good care of it

just as you were about to put it back in, a brilliant idea crossed your mind

you put his jersey on and walked towards his sleeping figure, moved the blanket aside, and then got on top of him, carefully lying on top of his upper body

the sudden weight on his chest disrupted his peaceful sleep and in accordance with that a low groan resonated from him

“Mm babe....what’s wrong..?”

“Good morning Aomine my love...care to open your eyes for me, I got a small surprise prepared for you.”

he grunted as he wrapped his arms around your body, pressing you further towards him, and whispered: “Just give me five more minutes and I’ll look....promise”

you pouted but refused to give up nonetheless and continued with your caresses from earlier, though this time you also planted soft kisses along his collarbone and his neck

he enjoyed it at first and even hummed in satisfaction, but as your lips trailed down lower, his abdomen tensed up, and even if he wanted to keep his eyes closed his curiosity failed him rather quick

just as you were about to continue you felt his hands take a tight hold of your hips so you looked up to him and were met with a pair of wide deep ocean blue eyes

a mischievous grin spread across your lips as you showed him your little surprise

“Look what I found, mister I’m-not-a-sentimental-type-of-person.”

and he did look, Aomine was in fact so flabbergasted that his mouth stood agape for quite a while, but no sound whatsoever came from him

“Hey, what’s wrong? I thought you’d like a surprise of this caliber? Don’t all of your pinup girls have that boyfriend shirt segment?”

just as you were about to get off of him he suddenly took a hold of your shoulders and within a matter of seconds flipped the position the two of you were in

you now found yourself under him, exposed to his cheeky grin and a rather lewd gaze that caused him to lick his lips with relish while he let his hands run down your entire body

“You just know how to rail me up don’t you babe?” he cooed as he slowly pushed his knee between your legs, “sleep’s overrated when I have someone as perfect as you waking me up like this, right?”

Aomine kissed your lips and smiled down at you “Now...be a good girl and let me thank you properly”

Murasakibara:

wearing something out of this purple-haired giant’s closet was never an option for you, the main reason being the obvious body build difference between the two of you and the second was because of Murasakibara himself

every time you went over to his apartment and wanted to stay overnight he’d cling to you saying how warm and fluffy you were and continuously refused to let you go

the first few times you had tried to wiggle out of his grasp but unfortunately, he was the stronger out of the two of you so with no other choice left you remained enveloped in his arms until sleep caught up to you

as time went on you steadily gave up the fight and simply let him do what he wanted

and then one faithful night Lady Luck seemed to be on your side since Murasakibara fell asleep before you, the poor soul must’ve been quite tired that even his usual iron grip around you loosened quite a bit

at first, you couldn’t help but smile at his vulnerable yet cute expression but after just a short while your mind truly grasped the possibilities that had opened up to you

with a small smile, you carefully got up and walked over to his room

you silently closed the door behind you and couldn’t help but chuckle at the slightly ridiculous situation you found yourself in, regardless you continued with your task and opened his closet for the first time ever

it was surprisingly empty and clean (with some minor exceptions, but that was to be expected) so you found yourself questioning just why your boyfriend was trying to hide his small collection of clothes from you so desperately

at first, you simply looked through his differently sized shirts, and just then you saw a bright blue one and wondered why you had never seen him wear it

after pulling it out you finally realized just what you were holding

His Teiko jersey...?

you were quite surprised, to say the least since Murasakibara good to never talked about his junior high days let alone even mention them

he had a mirror right next to his closet so you stood in front of it and placed the jersey in front of yourself

it was quite large for your own measurements, but luckily his former build hadn’t been as muscular and tall as that of right now, so you seriously contemplated on putting it on

you removed the shirt you were wearing and replaced it with his jersey

the fabric reached the middle of your thighs and its v-neck was so low that you could see some of your cleavage

your cheeks reddened at the sight, your embarrassment prompting you to remove it as fast as possible, and just as you were about to do it a low and drowsy voice called out to you

“(Y/N)-chin...? What are you doing?”

as you turned around to the source of the voice, you looked directly into the purple eyes of your giant boyfriend who was towering in front of his bedroom’s doorframe

“A-Atsushi! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, I just wanted to-“ you stuttered as you tried to remove his shirt, but before you could even lift it his big hand took a grasp of your own and held it

“Don’t.”

that was all he said before pulling you into his broad chest and embracing you

he began kissing your neck and even after you reluctantly asked him what was wrong and if he’d been mad all he did was remain silent

after a while you felt his big and slightly rough hands wander underneath the jersey, exploring your naked skin and touching it carefully, afraid that you’d break if he got a little rougher

it felt good and you felt safe in his arms, but you didn’t mind if he didn’t hold back entirely

when you told him these exact words he immediately picked you up and wrapped your legs around his hips

“Atsushi, w-wait!”

“Sorry (Y/N)-chin, but you look way too sweet right now and you know me...whenever I see something yummy I just need to have a taste.”

and with that, you were carried back to the couch for a long and pretty busy night...

Akashi:

the first time you mentioned Teiko he actually smiled and offered to show you some of his keepsakes himself

you agreed of course and just some moments afterward he brought a medium-sized box to you and began showcasing all objects he kept from his junior high days

Akashi really had his way with words, he knew that disclosing as little as he could about everything would make you more curious than you already were...and he was absolutely right

you asked him about the photos with his teammates, about some of his gold medals, about some of the books he’d kept, and so on

in the end, he pulled out his jersey, looking at it with a nostalgic expression, and as soon as he’d noticed your wide eyes and seemingly interested demeanor a smile spread across his lips as he handed the piece of fabric to you

while he told you some funny stories about it you couldn’t help but wonder whether it still fitted him or not

“Would you like me to put it on for you?” he asked you, which made you realize that you’d accidentally spoken out loud

“N-No it’s fine, I was just...thinking aloud that’s all!”

he giggled and gently caressed your blushing cheek, leaning closer to it so that he could plant a soft kiss on it, but unfortunately for you, the two of you were interrupted by one of his butlers who apparently needed something from his red-haired young master

neither you nor he could hide the obvious disappointment from your expressions, but with no choice left but to step out for a bit, your boyfriend left the room

you sat there at first but when you looked at the jersey that was halfway in the box you got curious about whether it could fit you, so after making sure that the coast was clear you changed your top and looked at your reflection on the glassy door of one of his shelves

surprisingly it fit you almost to a T and it was just now that you realized just how different the two of you were built

this new realization is what took you so long to notice that the man you were thinking about had returned and was looking at you

“And here I thought you wanted me to put it on...”

hearing his voice made you immediately freeze up, as you felt the heat rise to your face you slowly turned around and saw his gentle yet mischievous smile

“I-It’s not what it looks like, I just...I just wanted to–” you stammered while your fingers entangled themselves in the hem of his jersey

Akashi began to close the distance between the two of you and with each step he took your embarrassment grew and grew until it reached the point where you just wanted to sink in a hole somewhere

meanwhile, your boyfriend had reached you and let his hands gently glide along your torso with a never-ending smile

he directed his eyes to the reflection of your back, pulling you into his chest, and was now doing the same he did beforehand

his gentle touch relieved some tension from your shoulders and you couldn’t help but whisper his name, an action that made him tense up now

“(Y/N), I need you to remain quiet for a bit, or else I might lose that last bit of control I have” he hissed out as you felt his grip on you getting stronger

“I-It’s ok Sei, just let me remove your jersey and we can go to your roo–”

your chin was suddenly jerked upwards, red eyes peering directly into your own as he answered in a low voice: “Who said that we’ll do any of it? I’ve already locked the door and removing the jersey would ruin most of the fun, don’t you think?”

#knb headcanons #knb imagines #knb x reader #gom x reader #knb fluff #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾 #━𝙺𝙽𝙱

[stylesberries]

Vegan Cupcakes

Summary: You and Harry have been quarantined together and he needs space.

Genre(s): angst (happy ending)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning(s): angsty stuff, ~foul language~

You and Harry have been quarantined together for several months now and, despite the difficulty and the severity of the situation, you as a couple are having the time of your lives.

Harry was definitely disappointed and upset about not being able to go touring with Fine Line, but the second he heard the news he thought of you.

He has been donating a lot of money and supplies for those in need of it or unemployed while you took your university classes online.

Spending most of the spring together didn’t feel as suffocating for Harry as summer did. Your classes were over and you didn’t take a summer semester, so your time fully revolved around him. Which he liked.

In the beginning.

Until you clung on him like a koala for days and made him cuddle you all the time, which he enjoyed a lot until it became a routine. Harry couldn’t even tell you how he felt because it would hurt your feelings, so he didn’t say anything at all, keeping it all to himself.

“Baby?” You call for him from the kitchen.

Harry rolls his eyes as you, once again, interrupted his flow of thoughts. He gets up from the couch he was laying on peacefully before and walks towards the kitchen, where you are standing holding up a paper so big it covers your whole face.

“Yes?” Harry asks, trying his best not to come out too rough. You placed the paper on the kitchen island in front of you to look up at Harry. You didn’t pay close attention to his annoyance; you were too busy brainstorming what proportion of flour to sugar to take for your vegan cupcakes.

“Harry, do you think I should take 1:2? Like twice as much flour? Or do you want the cupcakes to be sweeter?” Harry watched you ramble, crossing his arms, feeling ~this~ close to bursting. “Or do you think the cupcakes shouldn’t be that sweet because they’ll have sweet icing on top?” You ket throwing question after question at your fuming boyfriend, still oblivious of his irritation.

“Or maybe we should make them both mildly sweet?” Shut up.

“They will be chocolate anyway, right?” Shut up.

“Would you prefer dark chocola-”

“Y/N, shut up already! Can you stop fucking rambling? My head is going to explode from your talking.” Harry explodes, not letting you finish your question, the excited smile leaving your face.

You felt your head being squeezed from sides, pressure increasing at your temples.

“What?” You ask, hoping that you misheard him, knowing deep down that you didn’t because the Harry you knew and loved would never say such a hurtful thing.

“I said shut up. My brain is buzzing from your talking. Do whatever you fucking want.” Harry said and walked out of the kitchen before you could say something to him.

Thinking that he probably isn’t in a good mood and certainly needs space from your rambling you stay back in the kitchen and go back to your recipe with a broken heart and wet eyes. Your hands shake as you brought the paper back up to your face, failing to read any of the words and measurements through a layer of tears that were collected in your eyes.

Even when you were fighting he had never said anything so mean to you before, especially after he found out that your whole life people have been discouraging you from talking, so you closed off and spoke up only when you were directly called out for not saying anything. It took Harry a couple of months to finally get you to open up to him and talk to him without feeling guilty for it. He used to love it when you rambled on and on about things you’re passionate about. At least that’s what you thought.

You spend the next hour making the batter for your cupcakes and baking them, which only took about fifteen minutes. You felt encouraged to go up to Harry when you smelled the chocolate cupcakes fresh out of the oven.

“I’ll put a couple on a plate.” You spoke to yourself placing the freshly baked cupcakes on Harry’s favorite flower plate. “Just like that.”

Talking to yourself was a way you brushed your nervousness and anxiety away. Harry would catch you talking to your reflection millions of times, just standing and secretly watching you sometimes with a wide smile plastered on his face.

You placed the plate on the tray you brought from your trip to Italy and poured Harry some black coffee, placing it next to the warm plate. You picked the tray up and walked out of the kitchen, making sure to watch your elbows at the doorway.

Making your way towards the living room, where you expected Harry to be, you spotted no grumpy boyfriends there.

“He’s probably in the studio.” You spoke to yourself, refusing to let Harry’s bad mood discourage you.

Harry would rarely hide from you in the studio when you’re fighting, usually he would face you and solve the issue before it grows and hurts you even more, so it was unusual for him to run off there.

You brushed the thought off and watched towards the studio door. As you walked closer you could hear Harry talking to someone, but knowing that there is no one home except you two, you understood that he’s talking on the phone with someone. You stood at the door, turning to the side to place the tray on the floor, freeing your hands to turn back to the door and knock, as you didn’t want to interrupt any important calls or interviews that Harry could have with your talking.

Before your knuckles hit the door, you heard Harry’s voice.

“Man, I mean she’s always next to me. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t wait for her to go back to uni for me to get some air.” Harry whines. Your heart stops before going back to beating at a higher rate, full of anxiety.

“Yeah, right! It just feels as if she’s been dreaming of being touchy-feely with someone and now that I’m finally home she can’t get herself off of me.” Harry kept stabbing your heart and laughed at something the person on the phone said.

With every word, you felt more and more empty. You started walking away from the door, bending over to take the tray with yourself not to leave any traces behind.

How could he say something like that?

I thought he loved me.

You didn’t know what you were doing. Your legs moved on their own and you just followed along, tears leaking from your eyes’ inner corners, tracing a way down to your chin. The salty trail wasn’t getting a chance to dry as new tears followed the same path as the ones before did.

When your body reached the kitchen your shaking hands placed the tray on the counter, Harry’s coffee slightly spilling on the tray.

Pain.

Never before have you thought than sadness could physically hurt so much; it hurt like a bitch.

You placed the tray on the table for Harry to find later and walked out of the kitchen to go back to your bedroom to cry in your pillow while he keeps complaining about you to his friend.

Harry came to bed in a couple of hours closer to the evening after looking for you all over the house to apologize for his rough words. When he saw you laying on your side of the bed, your knees pushed up to your chest, the duvet hardly doing its job keeping you covered and warm, he felt guilt running through his veins.

Walking up to his side, pressing a knee on the mattress first, Harry scooted over to you and pulled the duvet to cover you up. He let his arm stay on the duvet wrapping around your fragile form. He moved his upper body closer to yours, his chest pressing against your duvet-covered back.

“Baby?” Harry spoke softly, cautious not to wake you up. When no answer followed he frowned and positioned his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses on your neck.

“I’m sorry about earlier, baby. I was very mean to you.” He spoke against your soft skin. “I shouldn’t have exploded like that. It wasn’t fair to you.”

Harry’s apologies kept following one after another and you stayed silent, keeping your act on. You would’ve believed every word of his if only you haven’t heard him say the things he said about you to someone else.

You kept your eyes closed. Harry’s apologies subsided as he slowly fell asleep cuddled into your back. You stayed up that night, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. You wished for the pain inside to leave with your tears but it stayed, eating you from inside, until sunrise when you fell asleep from the emotional exhaustion.

When you woke up, Harry was no longer lying next to you and you were thankful for it. You really hoped that he wouldn’t bring yesterday up, even though you knew he would because he never got to apologize to you awake.

Your stomach growled and you remember that you never got to have dinner the day before, falling asleep drowning in your own sadness.

You quickly got up to sneakily walk down to the kitchen, but you were disappointed to have smelled Harry’s signature chocolate waffles in the air. With your shoulders slumped in defeat you walked down the stairs towards your kitchen.

As you walked through the doorway of the kitchen you saw Harry placing the brown waffles onto serving plates and adding sliced strawberries on top. You stopped your heart from fluttering because you, unfortunately, knew more than you’d prefer to know about how your boyfriend actually feels about you.

Harry felt someone’s eyes on him and turned around to be greeted by your indifferent self. He felt his heart sink as he read the hurt from the day before engraved on the surface of your face. Harry kept fidgeting about the table trying to let you pass to sit in your place next to him and placed the plate of waffles in front of you.

“I made you your favorite, baby.” He spoke unsure of how you would react to any words that left his mouth.

You fought the desire to bite into the warm chocolate waffles that your belly was craving after crying all night long and being left hungry for so many hours and walked up to the counter to get yourself a couple of your ill-fated cupcakes.

You couldn’t see Harry’s head lowering as you dashed his hopes to make it better. Little did Harry know you weren’t upset about his outburst about the cupcakes yesterday, so a couple of waffles won’t help to glue together the ruins of your heart that he shattered.

As you bit into the cupcakes, you stood at the counter facing away from the table, Harry took no bites of his breakfast, staring at your back helplessly. Suddenly he felt small and didn’t know what to do.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, Y/N. I acted like a piece of shit. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” His lips moved as his eyes watched your back for any reaction coming from you, his voice coming out soft and weak.

You stood there, your eyes glossy and your lips curving down in a frown, as you fought back the tears. Harry doesn’t have a single idea of how much pain he’s caused you and how none of these stupid apologies will ever fix the cracks that he left in your heart. You looked over your shoulder at Harry’s similar-to-yours state and hesitated whether or not to open up to him. Harry looked into your eyes with his and held a breath, hoping that you would figure things out. Your eyes broke the eye contact by looking down and speaking up.

“It’s okay.” You spoke and abandoned your plate, walking out of the kitchen, Harry’s eyes observing your every movement.

For the next couple of days, you stayed away from Harry and things were pretty cold between you. Harry would come up to you every day trying to apologize but you wouldn’t let him finish any of those times, leaving the room right away. Hurt was eating you from inside and you didn’t care what he had to say. Harry chose to sleep in the guest bedroom not to make you uncomfortable and you thanked him for it.

As time went by, you cooled down and felt better yourself. Harry gave you all the space you needed and it helped your healing process. You still hurt but you could talk to him now at least. Things went back to normal in most ways except one: you would stop yourself from expressing any kind of affection to Harry and he wouldn’t say anything but it drove him insane. He didn’t know why you wouldn’t kiss or snuggle him like you used to. You also started talking less because of your fight and Harry noticed every single change in your behavior and beat himself up for it.

“Y/N.” Harry walked into the bedroom with an i-can’t-do-this-anymore face on. Your eyes had to abandon the indulging book you were reading as Harry closed the door behind him, which meant he was determined to finally face the difficulty of the situation. Noticing the mood in the room change to a serious one, you placed the book on the bedside table and crossed your legs under the duvet, focusing all of your attention on your restless boyfriend with arms crossed.

“Mhm?” You ask, waiting for him to spit out whatever he’s been putting aside for almost two weeks.

“I’m sorry for that fight, okay? I really am, sweetheart. You haven’t been the same since then and it scares me. I didn’t mean to go off at you like that. You didn’t deserve it at all. I was exhausted and felt shitty myself and took it out on you. It’s not an excuse to yell at you and be so mean, I understand and I’m sorry, beautiful. It was a mistake and it won’t happen again, I promise. Please forgive me, Y/N.” Harry spoke so desperately, his emotions all over the place. He started gesticulating, which you knew meant that he was anxious and frustrated.

“I’m not mad at that, Harry. I forgave you.” You spoke the truth; Harry looked at you with even more frustration behind his now-glossy eyes.

“But you don’t even touch me anymore! You don’t kiss me! You don’t even want to be near-” Harry lets all of his insecurities out, oblivious to the flow of your own that you prepare to pour on him. You couldn’t sit there and listen to him accuse you of being neglectful towards him so you broke in to speak yourself.

“You don’t want me to be around you anymore! You said that yourself! You-you said-” Your voice cracks as tears build up in the corners of your eyes. It became hard to talk. “-said I’m always next to you and you need some space from me always being there.”

The tears that were collecting in your eyes were streaming down your cheeks, Harry’s glance reflecting off of them. Harry couldn't understand what you were referring to but kept listening to you.

“And you didn’t even have the guts to tell me yourself. You whined about how annoying I am to your friend, embarrassing me. It’s supposed to be something kept between us two, not discussed with your friends.” Every word stabbed his heart in same places as it did yours.

Harry’s mind went straight to the call you were talking about. He felt his intestines turn into a knot inside of him, causing him to feel nauseous. He felt like an asshole. It was fair because he was one indeed.

I hurt her.

You don’t want to be around me anymore.

Does she really think that?

You need space from me.

My baby. My angel.

What a fucking piece of shit am I to hurt my precious love like this.

You saw right through Harry’s sudden self-hatred despite the two layers of salty tears between your eyes and his.

“I’m so sorry.” Harry’s apologies filled the room, as pain continued to fill his soul.

“I hurt you. I’m so fucking sorry. It was so wrong to share something so personal with anyone except you. I didn’t even know what I was saying. I can’t live without you.” Harry’s cries became louder and louder as his regret first doubled and then tripled in size. “Your hands, your lips, your beautiful eyes - I can’t live without those things on me constantly. I was such a fool to think that I needed space from you. You’re the love of my life! I love you so fucking much. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I-” Harry's voice was cut by him having to take deep breaths to keep himself together. He placed a hand over his chest breathing in deeply.

You ripped the blanket off of yourself watching Harry closely, getting ready to sprint to his inhaler in case he needs it. Harry saw your reaction to his heavy breathing and rose his hand to gesture that he’s okay. You let out a relieved sign and scooted closer to the end of the bed where Harry stood. When he caught up with his breathing he looked down at you, moving to get on his knees in front of the bed. Harry’s hands flew up to cup your cheeks softly, giving you time to stop him if you wanted to.

“I love you so much, baby. I can’t express how sorry I am to hurt you so much. I don’t need any space from you. I can’t function properly without you on me all the time, without you wrapped in my arms.” Harry spoke and tears kept running down his face. You watched his eyes jump from one side of your face to the other, trying to absorb every single line and curve of your face.

“Fuck, I’ve missed looking at you so fucking much,” Harry speaks up, his face frowning as new tears start flowing out of his eyes. The frown on Harry’s face became more prominent as he understood the severity of the pain he had caused you.

”It’s all my fault.” Harry cries, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, your arms wrapping around him. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Harry kept apologizing the whole night and many days after, not letting you walk further than an arm length away from him. It took him a lot of effort to kick the insecurities that he birthed out of your head, but he kept proving himself to you over and over again.

He is an arrogant son of a bitch, but nonetheless he loves you more than himself.

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[deathflm]

TENNIS PLAYER S/O — Y. ISAGI

request: can I request a isagi x reader pleaseeee???? Where the reader is a tennis player and they don't have a lot of time to be together due to that??🥺 Just pure fluff please

warnings: none!

notes: almost finished jigokuraku so recs 4 what to read next would be rlly cool besties<33

— despite not being able to spend much time with you, isagi will never use soccer as an excuse to not see you. he'll always try his best to match his schedule with yours so you can both spend more time together! usually when you're both free, he prefers to have some quality time with you, probably holding you close while watching a movie or something similar. it isn't preferable for him to go out, he'd much rather have you at his house at to himself!

— on days when he's busy with a game and you're unable to go due to practice, he'll call you during half time (if his teammates let him) and relay all his great feats of the game so far. he always sounds so exciting when he's scored a goal and his team is winning, but he also sounds so sad when he doesn't. that's the perfect time for you to deliver a quick pep talk, it doesn't even have to be anything too motivational! just some words of affirmation are enough for him to pick himself back up. along with that, the fact that you are also working hard practicing encourages him to work hard in his game.

— something that he enjoys doing, if you're comfortable with it, is calling during night time, when you two are about to go to sleep then staying on call until the morning. for him, after a hard day of practice, it’s soothing to hear you quietly be lulled to sleep by him talking about a certain technique he learned today. in return, he likes when you do the same for him on days when he's more tired than you, too tired to ramble on like how he usually does. talk about whatever, read a story, or simply sing, he really enjoys it! he'll find himself waking up the next morning feeling as good as ever and insists it's because of you.

— he's always your biggest supporter and will come to your matches, forcing his friends to come with him when he's able to! he obnoxiously cheers on the sidelines and sometimes it's very embarrassing because you just missed the ball and he's shouting, "you'll get it next time! woo come on, make them cry!". the other team instantly becomes a little bit more wary of you from that statement alone, so his loud cheering does have it perks!

— he also expects you to do the same at any of his games you attends, and will act like a baby if you were too embarrassed to. don't worry though, it's nothing some quality time can't fix!

— if you ever get injured playing tennis, no matter what he's doing, he's leaving to go to wherever you are. soccer is important, but so are you so don't ever think that he would value soccer above you or your relationship. he'll probably get really stressed if you get hurt playing tennis, and will have a hard time focusing for the next few days since all he can think about is how you're doing. it ends up being a situation where he's the one that needs reassurance.

— he will brag about you even to other teams. "you know, my s/o is actually really good at tennis! they won their last game and-" everybody else on the other team grows increasingly more annoyed by it. he'll be having a one on one with the defender then just start talking about that one really good serve you did yesterday.

— he often feels really bad when you two are unable to see each other for a while due to being very busy, maybe one of you are travelling for a tournament. either way, he'll feel really bad so he'll try to call you as much as possible but it's also just an excuse to hear your voice.

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[jakeyp]

“I don’t know why I’m crying I-I’m sorry” // angst and fluff ♥︎

hi... i kind of wrote a small fic with that prompt. you can read it here or on ao3! thanks for this i really needed the motivation. i decided to write something about what happened after 8x06! <3 

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Amy arrives home a little later than usual that night, overwhelmed with the events of the last few days. There are so many things to process, though the only thing she can focus on at the moment, is her husband’s suspension. She knows Jake very well, and most likely he’ll try to hide his sadness and pretend he’s fine, not because he thinks he’s weak but because he doesn’t want Amy to worry about him. Yet, she can’t help to wonder how he’s taking it.

Not knowing what to expect as she enters their apartment, Amy tosses her keys onto the couch sadly, too distracted to place them on the key hook. Jake is nowhere to be seen, so she figures he must be putting Mac to sleep, since it’s past ten already, and there are no toys scattered around the floor.

Indeed, she finds Jake whispering to his son, who lies in his crib, babbling and very, very awake, even though the lights are dimmed and it’s quiet in there.

“Hey,” Amy says softly.

Despite her tone, Jake startles, turning around, but immediately relaxes when he sees it’s just her. “Ames,” he breathes, looking down at Mac and then back at his wife, guilt taking over his features. “I kind of let him take a nap earlier and now he can’t sleep…”

“It’s okay,” Amy says, shrugging. She wants to add something else to reassure him, but her mind’s entirely blank, so she settles for a casual question. “What did you two have for dinner?”

Jake smiles. “He tried scrambled eggs for the first time. I know it’s technically breakfast food, but I read he can eat them now, plus it’s what I cook best.”

“And?”

“He loved them, duh.”

Amy chuckles. “Of course. Did you have some too?”

“I… wasn’t really hungry.”

“Oh. Well, I haven’t eaten either. We can heat some leftovers if you want.”

Jake nods with a weak smile, which widens as he turns to check on Mac. “Hey, he’s asleep! Maybe he just needed to make sure mama arrived home safe.”

Amy leans over to look at her sleeping son. Mac looks so much like his dad, when he laughs or smiles—which he’s been doing recently a lot—but especially when he’s asleep and completely peaceful.

She turns to see Jake staring at their baby with a proud smile and it warms her heart. Perhaps he’s forgotten about the suspension.

“Leftovers, then?” she whispers after a while, grabbing him by the wrist to pull him a little closer to her.

“Sure,” he says, throwing a last glance at Mac before following Amy out of their room and closing the door behind him. They’ve learned to make as little noise as possible in the last ten months, so their voices are barely above a whisper by default whenever Mac is asleep.

As it’s routine, Jake turns on the TV, not choosing a channel, and mutes it before joining Amy in the kitchen, while she gets the food from the fridge and puts it in the microwave.

From the corner of her eye, she can see Jake leaning against the counter in an awkward pose, staring at her almost anxiously.

Amy has no idea how to ask the question she’s been wanting to ask him since she got there, so she takes a deep breath and turns to him. “Babe, are you… okay with it?”

His expression tells her he’s been dreading her to ask. Yet, he plays dumb. “With what?”

“With everything that happened. Your suspension…”

“Oh,” Jake spats after what seems like hours, as if every emotion he was supposed to be feeling before was just settling in. Amy’s stomach drops. These subjects might not be her thing. “It’s fine. I suppose I can talk about it, but is it necessary?”

She shrugs. “Just tell me.” Her voice is as soft as it can be. “How do you feel about it?”

Jake puts on a poker face now. She’s usually good at reading him, but she can’t tell what he’s thinking. Amy knows how much he enjoys his job. Everything had happened so fast, though, at some point she’d lost track of it all. One second he was very excited about his ‘Speed’ situation and then, suddenly, he was in too deep.

To sum it up, it hadn’t gone well.

“I feel weird,” Jake finally admits, looking down. “It feels weird to know I won’t be going back tomorrow. But I’ll… adapt, I guess.”

“I’m sure you will,” she automatically replies, hesitating a little before placing a hand on his chest.

He seems to attempt a smile, but it vanishes right away. “I feel stupid too. Why can’t I listen? Holt told me to stay out of it and I screwed up. I screw up a lot.”

Amy frowns. “Of course you don’t. Sometimes you can be silly, yes, but there’s nothing wrong with it. This time it just… it got out of my hands too. I was really drunk.”

Jake chuckles. “Yeah,” he says shortly, and then swallows. “So five months, huh? It isn’t that much, is it? There are like thirty days in a month so it would be like a hundred days which have twenty-four hours each, so it would be like twenty-four thousand hours.”

“No,” she says, shaking her head with a smile. Math is decidedly not Jake’s strength. “It’s only like… three thousand and seven hundred hours.”

“Oh. That’s… still a lot.”

Amy sighs. His eyes are red, probably with exhaustion, and she can’t recognize the emotion behind them. It might be just deep, deep sadness.

“Ames,” he says huskily before she can talk. “What am I gonna do?”

Her eyebrows shot up, but before she can even think of an answer, Jake cuts her off again. “Things were so well yesterday. It makes me think… I can mess everything up so quickly. And it’s always my fault. What am I gonna mess up next?”

“Don’t say that,” she says, her throat knotting. “It’s okay to make mistakes, babe. And you are great at dealing with the consequences. You learn from your mistakes, you’ve always done.”

“Yeah, I keep pushing things until something goes wrong,” he argues in a trembling voice, “and until then I stop, I—” and suddenly that trembling voice breaks.

Amy’s stomach drops again as his eyes tear up, becoming redder. He immediately looks away when he realizes himself.

“Hey,” she says soothingly, cupping his face to make him look at her. “Don’t beat yourself up over this.”

“I’m sorry,” he chokes. “I know it’s a dumb thing to cry over, I just—” once more he’s unable to finish his sentence, pinching his lips shut before his voice can get any louder or high-pitched.

A single tear streams down his cheek.

“It’s not dumb,” Amy says. “If it makes you feel like this, it’s not dumb.”

“Well, I got myself into it—”

“And as I said, you will learn from it. That’s what matters.”

“I’ve been suspended like a thousand times already,” he counters, his tone bitter. "What makes you think it won’t happen again? What makes you think I couldn’t get fired?”

She shrugs, trying to stay calm even though she wants to cry as well. “I wouldn’t be less proud of you than I am today,” she says. “You’ve grown up so much and whatever you have to deal with, I have to deal with too, because I love you and I’m willing to. So please, don’t beat yourself up over this because it’s going to be fine.”

He sniffs. “How can you know that?”

“Because I’ll make sure everything’s fine. You’re not alone, babe. You have me.”

Jake stays in silence for a few seconds, and she thinks he’s going to start sobbing, but his lips curl instead. “I love you so much,” is all he says.

“I love you too,” she mouths back, afraid she’ll begin crying if she talks, and then pulls him into a hug.

They stay like that for a while, maybe five seconds or ten minutes, sinking in a silence that they don’t really mind. She pulls away from his embrace only to wipe his tears away. Jake looks so tired. Exhausted, even. She feels the same way, when minutes ago they were going to watch some TV and have dinner, though now she’s not sure she’s up for it.

Jake must have been thinking the same thing because a small laugh comes from his lips all of a sudden.

“What?” Amy asks, amused.

“I just realized we never even heated the food.”

Amy chuckles, and it only causes him to laugh a little harder. She wonders if it’s the exhaustion making such a simple detail seem so funny, and rests her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It’s calmer now, it could be matching hers.

“Babe,” she says softly.

“Yes?” Jake hums.

“It’s going to be fine. I promise.”

He doesn’t answer right away, and Amy separates, afraid she said the wrong thing, but Jake’s only bowing his head like she said the cheesiest thing in the world.

“I know. Thanks, Ames,” he says, and then adds, “I love you.” Even though she hears those words coming from him at least ten times a day, he manages to make them sound like it’s the first every time.

“I love you too,” Amy whispers, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Jake is about to return a much longer kiss on the lips when Mac interrupts the moment. Amy squeezes her eyes shut with a knowing smile—this has happened many times before. However, Jake immediately becomes alert and rushes to attend to his son.

Amy chuckles to herself, finally heating the food which is still inside the microwave and turns off the TV, because they are definitely not watching anything before they fall asleep, worn off with the events.

Like Jake would say, they’re sort of an old couple now, but she couldn’t care less. To her, so far, it’s meant that things can be so easy now.

Her husband doesn’t join her back in the kitchen so she goes and checks on him and Mac. The room feels so warm and quiet still, as Jake rocks his son softly, lulling him, again not realizing Amy’s watching. It always seems like he drifts away from reality when he’s trying to make Mac stop crying—and he’s good at it. She doesn’t know what it is, but Jake is great at it.

“I have to admit,” Amy says, startling him of course, “I’m a little jealous of you. You get to spend five months with him, all by yourself.”

Jake gives her what looks like an automatic smile, and then realization hits him. “I hadn’t thought about that before,” he huffs, stroking Mac’s soft curls and looking down at him. “Did you hear that, bud? Five months for only the two of us.”

Mac babbles, and Amy tries to ignore how awake he still sounds. “Careful, Ames,” Jake tells her. “That sounded a lot like ‘dada’, and with these five months? It’s definitely going to be his first word.”

Amy rolls her eyes with a playful smile. “Not if I train him every night.”

“Challenge accepted.”

An hour later they’re both in bed after eating dinner and Amy has already changed into her pajamas. Jake hasn’t stopped rocking Mac, who woke up once more, but his father doesn’t seem to mind, and Amy has the feeling that his suspension doesn’t sound so bad to him anymore.

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#this is the first time i post a fic!! #i let myself go #it's 1.9 k words i think #anyway i'm excited to know what you think! #i enjoyed writing this a lot #it had been ages since i wrote anything like this #so THANK YOU anon #ilysm #jake peralta #amy santiago #mac peralta #b99 fanfic #fluff #angst #comfort

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wish I were (pt3)

 harry appreciates reader in his speech but finally talks to her when she runs off crying

part 1

‘heather’ by conan gray WARNINGS - ANGST, swearing WORDCOUNT - 3,501

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   My head was empty while I appreciated the company of a glass of wine and city view of the venue. I leaned against the railing of the small balcony nook I found, away from the crowd of people as Bowie was played faintly through the speakers.

I arrived to the party alone. Even if our relationship is awkward at the moment, I couldn't miss his birthday. Especially if it feels like it would be the last one I attend for a while. It took me only a few seconds to find him talking to his management team, a conversation that I didn't want to interrupt. And for the next twenty minutes I find myself isolated from everyone. Maybe because I know the relationship topic would inevitably come up at one point during any conversation I join into. But also because I didn't know how to approach Harry himself anymore. I can't bring myself to start the conversation, but for him, it seems like everything is good and normal.

I promised myself to only one glass of wine, so when I finished that rather quickly then intended, I honestly didn't know what to do with myself. As much as I've been trying to think like Harry and feel completely normal again, I hated how much our relationship has effected me. No matter how many times I've told myself that it's better this way, I've avoided hanging out with mutual friends to keep away from a conversation about Heather.

I took a deep breath and turned around, looking into the venue to catch Harry smiling and nodding to Gemma. One arm across his chest while his cheek rested against the other. He looked too good this evening, wearing a worn vest and matching bell bottom pants. I allowed myself to stare till his eyes glanced in my direction and catch mine.

I soften when his smile grows wider and he excuses himself away from the conversation. "For some reason, I'd knew you'd come here when we checked out the space." He says as he walks out into the balcony. "Almost had a reservation sign put up with your name on it."

He engulfs me in a hug, nuzzling his face into my neck. I slowly wrapped my arms around him and find myself resting my head on his broad shoulder when I realize this was our first hug in weeks. Oh how much I missed this feeling.

"I appreciate the thought but damn, am I thought obvious?"

"Oh I just know you too well and you love me for it."

I feel goosebumps, finding ourselves though pulled away, still in each other's arms while I smile up at him. I hummed In response before holding up a finger and turning to get the small box in my purse. When I turn back around he has a sly smirk on his face as he looks at the box wrapped with a yellow bow I hold out to him.

"Happy birthday Harry. I wanted to give this to you in person." He takes the box and unwraps the ribbon and opens it. I hold my breath, watching his reaction as he stares at a familiar string of pearls. He runs his fingers through them, a look of admiration set on his face as I twiddled my fingers.

"I always let you wear mine so I just thought you'd like a pair of your own."

"You know me well too."

"And you love me for it." I chuckled, immediately turning around and looking out onto the view as he situates himself next to me, the box once again closed and held tightly in his hands. "I'll wear these till I wear them out. Oh! We'll wear them at the same time like friendship necklaces." He tells me, giving me a side hug and squeezing my arm.

I laughed at the thought, "Only we could make friendship necklaces out of pearls worth hundreds of dollars."

We stayed quiet for a while, just enjoying each other's company. The elephant in the room knows it's been a few weeks since the last time we shared a moment alone. I'm just not sure how he feels about the reason why.

"Shouldn't you go back out there? Supposed to be a good host." I nudged his shoulder with mine, not wanting to take him away from his party and not knowing how much I could take how hard my chest is beating at the same time.

"Well you're here. Almost thought you wouldn't show since you're weren't early."

"Can't I be fashionably late for once?"

"Glad you are though, bubs. Honestly was about to spend the night a sad man when Heather canceled."

Here we go, the one topic I dreaded would come up. Of course it would be with him when it does. "Oh. Uh she isn't here?"

"No yeah she ehm. She left yesterday for Paris. Last minute gig she booked." He shrugged it off like it was not a big deal, but he's playing with the yellow ribbon in a way that tells me otherwise.

"I'm sorry, I'm sure she'll make it up when she get's back." He scoffs, undoing the bow he just made with the ribbon. "If by 'make up' you mean a few hours in bed before she jet sets to Milan for a few months then yeah."

"Harry, you should tell her that you want her here."

"No, no it's fine. She can do whatever she wants, it's her career."

"It's also your birthday. Shouldn't girlfriends or whatever you two are right now care about that stuff?" I sighed, gently taking away the ribbon and box from him, wrapping it back while he turns and rests his back on the railing, crossing his arms and facing the entrance back into the venue. "That's the thing, I don't know what she wants out of this. I never did even when we were really together. When we were, it's so picture perfect and then when we'd get busy with our own lives, it's just so on and off. We blamed it on bad timing and long distance in the end but now that I think about it, we didn't know where to go from there."

"Do you know what you want now?"

"I think I do."

I tilted my head, growing frustrated but kept my tone calm. "Then why don't you just talk?"

"Ugh you know I'm not a confrontational person bubs." He finally looks at me, seeing me roll my eyes while he laughs it off. I shake my head, tapping on the box as he reaches out to rub my arm. "You're a dummy, Harry."

"Why do you call me that?"

I glanced at him, shrugging. "What do you mean?"

"What happened to 'H' hmm? Been calling me Harry for a while." Though his tone was lighthearted, his brows are furrowed and I can feel his intense stare.

"It's your name isn't it?"

"Obviously, but...I don't know, never mind-"

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." We suddenly hear from inside, making us both turn at the same time to see Jeff holding a cake and a crowd gathered around him, slowly walking towards the balcony where the birthday boy was. His smile grows back and we exchange a look before I hand him back my present and walk back in towards the celebration.

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"Well, I am a man of a few words... but a good comedian doesn't repeat the same joke two years in a row. Ehm, I'm gonna do what I know best which is to spew whatever I feel from in here and hope it sounds somewhat poetic." He laughs a little at his own joke, making little hand gestures and smiling when he gets the laughs and smiles back from his words. His eyes stray to the people in front of him and to the side in thought at times, but he makes the effort to look at his friends, family members and co-workers who he is ultimately grateful for. My eyes soften at his toothy grin, knowing I look like a complete fool as I stare at him in complete adoration despite it being completely obvious how enamored I am for this man.

He gives short thank you's to the his band members and relatives he's grown close too. I laugh at his awkward jokes but also the narcissistic ones he makes that boost his confidence a bit. He has one thing prepared to say for everyone that makes them melt. "Thank you Jeff for having to deal with me another year as well, while you do look after me I am always appreciative of how you act more as an old grandpa than a dude in a business suit."

"I also want to thank Heather..."

My smile dies down a bit, knowing he would want to say something about her even when she isn't here. What made my chest hurt once again was the realization that he hadn't said anything about me yet. I had anticipated it, wondering what he would say but he had skipped right over me. I placed my hand on my knee to keep it from shaking as Harry said her name instead.

"I'll just text her later but I wanted to thank her for allowing me to write about her and being an overall beautiful person."

Thinking his speech was over and accepting how little I meant to him, he finally calls my name. I froze for a bit, looking up at him to see him already looking at me. He paused a bit, an amused look on his face when he sees how caught off guard I was.

"I saved the best for last for two reasons, one because she looks adorably silly right now..." He chuckles when I save myself with an eye roll and stuck my tongue out at him.

"And two, because I knew it'll be harder for me to come up with the words to describe how important of a person you are to me."

The curiosity and need to know what he would say about me, as well as the internalized emotional stress grew. His tone was softer and he seemed more calmer than he was a few minutes ago. The sentence already began making my heart pump and ache, and the recent events that had shaken up our relationship almost thrown out the window when he continued.

"You're so good to me and I can't thank you endlessly enough for everything you've done for the past year since I hired you. Not only was it the best decision I ever made because of how talented you are, but it also gave me the opportunity to really know someone like you. I was in a bad place when you met me and I'll never forget the kindness and patience you showed me even then. And though you call me a 'boomer' so many times and constantly come up with better melodies than me, it's worth every witty joke and bad pun just to see a smile that lights up the room. Your friendship is worth every time you complain about my kale chips."

His eyes were caught on mine from the beginning, both his hands are holding his wine glass though he held confidence in his speech. It felt like just us two in the room, his words giving tone of a very intimate moment shared between two bestfriends. I bit my bottom lip, can't seeming to stop smiling.

"And though you'll be off writing more amazing music with different amazing artists - only temporarily - know that I'll always be rooting for you and always will be -"

He breaks eye contact for a moment, but that moment was enough. "- will be uhm, proud of you." His smile grows ten times wider and he sounds relieved when he looks off onto the entrance of the venue as someone arrives. His eyes go back and forth, distracted but wanting to finish what he had left to say.

"Through thick and thin, love, you always were able to be there for me."

At that point he was fully looking at the person who arrived and I didn't have the guts to turn around to see who it was. My smile instantly dies and the warmth in my chest was just filled with a familiar pang that hasn't left all this time.

Because there she was, though out of breath and all over the place, just looked perfect as she grins and mouths 'happy birthday' to him while he haphazardly continues empty compliments that are now meant for her. My vision is blurry but my eyes are stuck on the actual person he deems important in his life. This lovely being who canceled last minute but makes it in time so he'd be truly happy.

He meant to say all of it to her. You just happened to be here when she wasn't. He doesn't love you like he loves her and he never will. He never had.

It was hard looking back at him, already knowing the way he looks at her. It was deja vu. She shows up and he's instantly mesmerized.

But I did and it suddenly was all too much. Because he glanced at me when he was saying his last words, seeing me silently cry in the middle of the crowd and looking distraught. And it all grew too claustrophobic, needing to get away and leave because all I felt now was anger.

"Hey, you okay?" Gemma asks, her brows furrowed in concern. I force a smile and nodded before excusing myself. "Yeah, just fine."

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 I pushed open the door and quickly walked out of the lobby and onto the parking lot, ignoring the distant calls of my name that grew louder and louder. I hugged my coat, trying to breathe but grew more frustrated with the growing ache in my chest. I sobbed, knowing he was catching up and didn't have the energy to deal with him right now.

"Hey, what happened - are you okay?" Harry had took hold of my arm, turning me around and all I could do was push him away. "Bubs, talk to me please."

"Stop, please I'm so tired and I physically can't be near you." I softly said, not bothering to wipe away tears anymore. He looks confused and I only scoffed at him, crossing my arms and moving back when he stepped closer, holding out his.

"What do you mean? Please let me- you're crying." He tries coming closer but I shake my head, dodging his embrace because I knew I would instantly melt.

"Yes, I'm crying! I've been crying and hurting all month because of you Harry!" I cried and he instantly freezes. "You keep doing this shit and all this time I've been coming up with excuses for it. That- I don't know, maybe that you can't help what you're feeling or that I really can't blame you- but now I do! Because you know exactly what you're doing and it's so shitty that I had to realize it this late."

"W-what are you talking about?" He's nervous.

"Oh shut the fuck up you know exactly what I'm talking about. You've avoided actually talking ever since we kissed, even before Heather came back into the picture. You completely pushed me to the side the second she gave you her attention and ever since then our whole relationship has changed Harry! And either you're so fucking oblivious or too much of a coward to face it because you just acting like everything was fine and normal broke my fucking heart even more. It obviously meant so little to you but fuck, it-"

I took a deep breathe only resorting to another sob as I placed a hand over my heart. "It meant so much to me."

I see him crying too, fumbling with his fingers and trying to hold those tears in only to lose some as he's stood still, not knowing what to do. He's guilty, his need to hold me and cry gives it away but I couldn't allow him that. And he knows it's something he doesn't deserve.

"I would of understood Harry. That you didn't feel the same fireworks and butterflies like I did when we kissed - as cliché as it fucking is. That you've fallen in love with Heather when she came back because I honestly still can't blame you for that, she's an angel. That you can't control who you love, but you never said anything. You just lead me on and didn't talk to me - why didn't you just fucking talked to me Harry, aren't we supposed to be best friends?"

He's now only inches away from me, taking hold of my hands because I was too worn out to even pull them back. "Yes! Yes, we are and I'm a stupid idiot. I'm sorry I- I should of just been upfront with you but I was so confused- and I still am. I just- I meant everything I said earlier and more because I'm always thinking about you bubs-"

I laugh at this shaking my head, not allowing anymore hope to built up. "I am! Mitch and Jeff are so fucking tired of hearing about it, but honestly so was I. But only because Heather was still in my heart and I just didn't know what to do or wanted and please believe me, I never ever wanted to hurt you."

"Why did you kiss me then?" I broke out of his hold, stepping back once again.

"I don't know darling, It just felt right and I didn't think. I-I just thought you'd leave if you knew I wasn't sure."

"Being honest about it with your supposed best friend was going to make it worse?"

"I just...I didn't want to lose you."

"But what now? you got her back, so what am I to you now? Was I supposed to be your distraction, the only option left for you to turn to? Because you fully well know that I'd drop everything I was doing just to comfort you when you were low Harry. I canceled set plans and promises because you simply asked me too, and I did since I'd always foolishly put you first because I thought you'd genuinely liked me."

"Bubs-"

"Don't. Harry you can't just put me on the side and come back to me later on if your relationships don't work out, that's not fucking fair! Ever since we met all I've been getting from you are mixed signals and I couldn't confront you about it because you'd always avoid the topic, making me feel damn silly for even thinking that way. It's just-  you can't build up expectation of something between us simply because I'm the safe second option - fuck that hurts saying that."

"I- I didn't mean to make you feel that way-"

"Bullshit. You knew exactly what you were doing Harry. You're just to arrogant to own up to it. So fucking immature, all you had to do was talk!"

"Okay, okay I'm sorry let's talk, please! Don't walk away like this, we can talk now and fix this."

"No. You only want to talk now because it's convenient for you. That's the thing Harry."

"Stop-"

"You say you didn't want to hurt me, but you didn't want to hurt yourself first. And I just- I just hate how long it took me to realize how mean you are Harry."

"Don't call me Ha- you don't mean that."

"I do! and you know it too." He's struck by it and I'm giving up. Hurt is evident in his face and it doesn't feel good to make him sad, but now all I feel is disappointment and pity for myself.  

"Since you couldn't have the balls to talk to me, I just always really wanted to tell you that I love you. Really fucking love you. As if you didn't already know, but... I guess it never really even mattered."

He calls my name deflatingly when I turn around, walking away. His last attempts of apologizing and begging for me to come back to him drift off into empty words that I block out as I stepped into my car and drove away. The time it takes for me to drive felt like days pass, but now turned to seconds when I turned off the engine and idled inside. I was still crying, still processing, all while replaying our last moment together. The one spent on the floor of the recording studio with a makeshift picnic before I spend the next days erasing it from my memory.

I sent him a text before going inside, turning off my phone right afterwards to avoid the rest of the incoming calls and text messages begging to fix what was left of us.

'I'll email you the lyrics to the last song tomorrow. Then I'm done.'

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A/N: i’m hurting. but this is the second to last chapter of this mini-series, pt4 is the finale and will be out soon :)

#Harry Styles #harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #one direction #harry styles blurb #heather #wish I were

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Only Wish (This Year)

All Y/n wants for Christmas this year was Harry to be home... so what happens when Harry can’t make it? (a part of the ‘Christmas song fic challenge’)

Word count: 3k Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: hello my loves! This is my submission for @goldenbluesuit​’s christmas fic challenge, Christmas is literally my favorite holiday of the year and I’m so happy I got a chance to do my first fic writing challenge based on the absolute bop that is Britney Spear’s “Only Wish (This Year)”. If you want to read more great Christmas fics by some amazing writers checkout the Christmas Song Masterlist Here and if you want to read and more of my writing check out My Masterlist Here. I hope you enjoy!! 

"Love I think the tree looks a little crooked"

"No, it's not! It looks fine," you grumbled as you tried to fluff one of the branches that was limping to the left a bit. You had just gone out with Anne yesterday to the Christmas tree farm to get it. The two of you spent nearly two hours walking around the field looking for the perfect tree to put in the living room and after your fingers and toes had officially gone completely numb the two of you gave up and settled for the lanky one in the corner of the field that no one wanted. The tree towered over you quite a bit and had a bit of a tilt, but it reminded you a bit of Harry and this Christmas that was what you wanted, him.

"The reindeer you just hung up is about to fall off, Love" he mumbled from the screen of your computer as he face-timed you from the studio in LA. Rushing over to the left side of the tree, you scooped up the ornament quickly just as it was beginning to slide off of the scrawny branch you had placed it on earlier. As you less than gracefully began to pick yourself off the ground, you heard a wolf whistle come from your husband.

"On second thought, if you keep bending down like that I think I might actually like this tree" Harry stated with a smirk as you gave him the middle finger. "Your mom and I picked it out yesterday cause we thought it looked like you. A little lanky, a little scrawny... looks like he just rolled out of bed" you replied with a laugh.

"I'm going to spare my ego and pretend you didn't just compare your beautiful, loving, and supportive husband to that sad drooping tree you have in the corner."

"(Y/n) is that Harry you're talking to in there? Tell him he better be making it home for Christmas Eve dinner or I'm going to be having a stern talking with Jeff" Anne shouted from the kitchen where she was finishing up some cookies for when Gemma and Michal' today.

You could see the color drain from Harry's face as he scratched the back of his neck. You and Harry have been married now for a little over a year but had been dating for well over three, so you know his every tick and giveaway and when Harry begins to scratch and rub at the back of his neck you know it's bad news.

"I've got this really good chorus started with Mitch, but were still trying to figure out whether-"

"Harry"

"We spent all of yesterday  working through the tracklist and I think I've narrowed it down to-"

"Harry"

"I think I'm going to end the album with the song I wrote on our honeymoon. I tweaked the melody but it's still-"

"Harry" you whispered for the last time before he finally stopped his rambling. You could see him by the way he was avoiding your stare that he didn't want to say the words you both were dreading. He isn't coming home for Christmas. You both knew it was a possibility when he flew out to LA nearly five weeks ago to finish the album before the new year. Despite Harry's offer of having you come to LA with him, your job didn't allow you the luxury of taking off that much time especially during one of your busiest times of the year. You had held out hope that Kid Harpoon and Harry could tie up all of the loose ends ahead of time, but clearly, that wasn't going to happen.

"I tried baby, I really did. There are just too many little things that need to get done here. I promise I'll try and make it back next week, we can have our own little Christmas together in London" he stated trying the lighten his crushing words. This was supposed to be your first Christmas as a married couple together so to say you were disappointed would be an understatement, but you knew that if you let Harry know he would be on the first flight out to London.

"It's ok, we both knew this could happen. I'm sure Anne and I will spend way too much time fussing over Adelaide to even notice you're not here" you replied back trying to lighten the mood a bit more by mentioning Gemma's adorable two-year-old daughter.

"Stop rubbing it in" he joked as Jeff called his name in the background. "I need to get back in before they all have my head for keeping them here past midnight again. I'll try and sneak another call later tonight if you're still up"

"So good, H. I love you"

"I love you too, (Y/n). See you soon" Harry replied back as he hung up. You closed your laptop and continued your quest to finish decorating your slightly distorted Christmas tree. Securing the lights onto the tree had somehow become the hardest part of decorating the tree, so while you were wrapped in a mess of bulbs and strings you didn't even notice Anne come in with two cups of hot chocolate.

"Oh dear let me give you a hand" Anne muttered as she placed the mugs on the coffee table before rushing to your side, delicately untangling you from the lights while placing each string perfectly in its place. You gave her a quick thanks before you walked over to the couch to admire your work.

"He texted me to check up on you, that crazy son of mine. Swear I love him, but sometimes he's got just no sense of priorities. Leaving his wife all alone for the holidays, just not right" Anne said as she passed you a mug and sat down next to you.

"I appreciate you belittling your son on my behave, but reset assured that I am ok. I'm sad we won't be able to spend our first Christmas together as a married couple, but I'm sure we'll have our own little Christmas once he gets back. Besides, I still get the full week off of work and I get to spend time with you and baby Adelaide for the next couple of days and it will be great!"

"Well if you ever need me to put him in his place you let me know, ok sweetheart? Can't have my favorite daughter-in-law feeling upset" she said as she wrapped her arms around you.

"Thanks, Anne" you replied as you gave her a tight squeeze, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Anytime dear. Now quick, turn on channel Hollywood Gossip before Gemma shows up,  she never lets me watch this show. I heard Lily James was spotted with an ex-boyfriend again"

The two of you spend the next hour catching up on some gossip and making lists of everything that still needed to be done before Christmas in two days. If there was one thing you were certain about, it was that you were going to make the most of your situation and try and have the best Christmas possible

**********

It was Christmas eve and you had spent the entire morning cooking and prepping for the large family meal you and Anne were hosting for Gemma and Michal and a couple of close friends. The two of you had been absolutely buzzing and Christmas tunes had been playing throughout the house since you both woke up bright and earlier at 7 am. You had scoured your suitcase for the perfect Christmas outfit but after spending 20 minutes trying on outfits in the and had settled for one of Harry's red cardigans and some dark washed jeans. The smell of the vanilla candle that smelt just like Harry that Anne had left in your room last night made you miss him even more as you finished getting yourself ready just in time to hear the doorbell ring downstairs.

You peeked out the window and saw Gemma and Michal standing at the door with little Adelaide at their feet and quickly ran to the door to greet them. Once you opened the front door a pair of small arms wrapped themselves around your legs as Adalaide screamed your name.

"Well hello, my sweet girl. I missed you so much! Did you miss me?" you asked as she nodded quickly. You picked her up carefully and smothered her face in kisses just as Anne came over to greet everyone.  The five of you made your way out of the foyer and into the kitchen as Gemma wrapped her arms tightly around you and dragged you to the far end of the kitchen.

"Good afternoon my favorite sister. How is the married life treating you? Any surprises I should be worried about this Christmas?" she asked as she stole a Christmas cookie off of one of Anne's various dessert displays.

"It's been very nice, thank you. I don't think you'll be having any surprises from me this Christmas"

"Pitty I was hoping they be able to be in the same class as their cousin could go to school together," she said nonchalantly smirking at you as you stood there confused.

'What do you mean cousins? Adelaide already in day-care and I don't-- Oh my gosh Gemma are you -"

"Shh don't say it out loud, but yes. About eight weeks along, but we haven't told anyone yet. I'm telling you because last time I told you everything went well, so I think you're my good luck charm... and I need you to drink all of the shots Chloe tries to feed me tonight" She mumbled as you laugh and give her a big hug.

"Well congratulations Gem, I wish you both the best. Hey Adelaide, did you know what special person is going to be joining you really soon?" you asked the little girl in your arms as she played with the butterfly necklace Harry had gotten you for your second anniversary together.

"Santa"

"You're right baby Santa is coming tonight. Why don't you help me and Nana Anne finish decorating these last cookies before everyone gets here"

**********

The night was fantastic. After all of the guests had arrived, you all sat down to eat the wonderful roast Anne had been making all day. The room was filled with laughter and smiles as people recounted their most embarrassing Christmas stories. Your favorite was Michal's who as a child got so excited about seeing Santa at the mall that he actually peed on Santa's lap while telling him what he wanted for Christmas. Gemma discreetly slid her shot glass to you numerous times throughout the night and despite the questioning looks coming from Chloe, no one questioned Gemma's excuse of being the designated driver this year. Overall it was by far one of your favorite holiday meals to be a part of, you only wish Harry could have been there to share it with you.

"Me pants are about to explode, but does anyone fancy a little Christmas Eve stroll outside?" Michal asked as he cuddled a sleeping Adelaide to his chest.

There was a chorus of agreements and your large group slowly began to clean up their placemats and prepare themselves for the trek out in the snow. You helped Gemma load the dishwasher as Anne distributed Tupperware for everyone to take leftovers home with them before running upstairs to grab your winter jacket and boots. After everyone was all bundled up, you all headed outside into the snow, Gemma, and Michal leading the way as walked along the sidewalk. You watched the way Gemma placed a snowflake on Adelaide's nose and waited for the little girl to giggle before quickly wiping it off just to do it all over again. You continued to watch the interaction with a yearning in your heart at the thought of having your own kids with Harry and being able to take them on walks and show them ordinary things like snowflakes. Just as you had begun to drift off into your subconscious world Anne came up next to you and wrapped her arms with yours.

"That will be you someday, I can just feel it" Anne stated as she squeezed your hand tight. You gave her a small smile and nodded your head.

"I hope so. Just have to get your son to stay in one spot long enough" you joked as you rubbed your hands together for warmth.

"That man worships the grown you walk on, Love. If you tell him you want kids right now he'll drop everything"

"Hopefully when I get him back next week we can talk about it all a bit more" you replied as Anne nodded her head.

Your walk lasted about a half-hour until Adelaide began to cry saying she was tired and wanted to go to bed. You all preceded to head back into Anne's home for a bit to warm up before everyone would drive back to their respective homes to continue to celebrate their Christmases. Being the busy body that you were, you began to make tea for everyone in the hope of avoiding the dreaded interrogation about Harry and your's relationship that always came towards the end of these gatherings, but it never came. You think Anne must have warned them that you were feeling somewhat sad about Harry not being there because they managed to avoid the topic throughout the rest of the night. Just as the clock struck midnight everyone slowly began to say their goodbyes and exchanging any last-minute gifts that needed to be given. You helped Anne gather everyone's things and waved your last goodbyes before heading into the living room to relax a bit.

"I'm a bit wiped out dear so I think I'm going to head to bed early. Will you be ok here by yourself?" Anne asked cautiously as you scrolled through some pictures Harry had sent you the other day of him at the studio.

"Yes, I think I'll be ok. Have a good night Anne and thank you for a wonderful Christmas"

"No thanks needed dear, you're family now and always will be. I'll see you in the morning".

You waved a quick goodbye as Anne left upstairs to her room. The silence downstairs was only making your feelings of missing Harry worse so you decided to put on the TV and watch a Christmas movie to lift your spirits a bit as you cuddled Harry's picture to your chest. You know he was having Christmas Eve dinner with Jeff's family now and you didn't want to bother him so you decided that you would suck it up and wait until tomorrow to call him and tell him how much you really miss him. All you wanted this Christmas was to have him sitting next to you, sipping on a couple of hot chocolate and making fun of your weirdly patterned socks.

You hoped that flipping through the tv channels would help distract you but the minute you started channel surfing and Love Actually popped up on the screen in front of you, the waterworks began. You cried because you missed Harry. You cried because you didn't get to share all of your happy memories of today with him. You cried because you could cuddle him to sleep and wake up to his delicious scent. There you sat in his childhood home wrapped in a fuzzy blanket crying. You sobbed into the blanket as quietly as you could in the hopes of not waking up Anne and after what felt like an eternity, you finally fell asleep on the couch

*********

You were peacefully asleep on the couch until the sound of music blasting from the kitchen speaker startled you awake. 

“I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss I sent it off, and just said this...”

"Oh, fucking shit. Stupid fucking Tom calling me at..." you heard as a crash came from the kitchen.

You jumped from your curled up position on the couch and turned around to see where the noise was coming from. As you sank deeper into the couch hoping not to be seen, you saw a silhouette moving around the kitchen searching the drawers. Your pulse began to race as you start to run all of the potential ways in which this intruder could kill you right now. Just as you were about to reach for your phone to call 999, the intruder turned on the light and you saw a familiar head of curly hair.

"Jesus fucking christ Harry nearly gave me a heart attack" you stated as Harry nearly jumped out of his skin.

The two of you stared at each other for a while before you finally processed what was going on. Harry was here. Harry had made it. He was here for Christmas. He came. You all but sprinted off of the couch and launched yourself at him, hearing release gasp as you latched on to his body like a koala.

"Nearly gave me a heart attack there, love" he stated as he wrapped his arms around you and ran his hands through your hair.

"I could say the same thing. Who comes home after midnight and doesn't say anything, especially when said person said many times that they weren't going to be to make it home"

"Wasn't supposed to be home but then mom said you looked upset after our call yesterday so I told Jeff I would finish the rest in the London studio and zoom call any last-minute details. Excited to have me home?" he asked with a smirk.

"No" you stated trying to hide your excitement.

"Come on Love, don't lie to me. I'm excited to be home. Get to spend Christmas with my beautiful, smart, kind, amazing wife.  Get to shower her with gifts. Best Christmas ever"

"Definitely best Christmas ever" you mumbled back as you leaned in and kissed him, savoring the taste of his lips after so long.

"I have one more surprise for you that I think you'll like" he stated as he broke away from the kiss.

"What" you whined as he laughed at you.

"Told Columbia that I'd make the record, but that I'm not releasing it till the end of next year. Want to settle down a bit more, gain more stability in case..." he trailed off as he cheeks turned pink.

"In case what?" you asked innocently even though you knew exactly what he was insinuating.

"In case you want to try for a baby like we talked about on our honeymoon. Said you wanted more stability from me before we started trying so this me giving you that. Don't want to pressure you or anything and this is your choice and I don't- "

"Yes," you whispered.

"Yes?" he questioned before you nodded your head and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Tears appeared in his eyes as he spun you around the kitchen. You laughed as he chanted "baby baby baby" quietly as to not wake Anne but the joy in his expression spoke volumes. You were both ready for this next chapter in your life and whatever happens next, as long as you were together, you knew everything would be ok.

“Hey babe” you whispered as Harry continued to cheer quielty. 

“Yes, Love?”

“Is Britney Spears your ringtone?”

“Maybe... It’s festive!” he defended as you laughed

“Ok love, whatever you say” 

Hope you all enjoyed and happy early Christmas to all who celebrate and a Happy Holidays everyone!!

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #Christmas #harry styles x fluff

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Okay so, um, I hope you don’t mind me requesting something! ^.^ 💕 You always support me and I wanna support you too!

So, Uraraka and Ojiro. Fluff & Tickles. The idea is that Uraraka is stressed out and one way she copes is by coloring, and Bakugou or whoever sees her and teases her, then Ojiro defends her and says like, it’s fine to be a kid sometimes, bc they’ve grown up pretty fast. And so like, the next day they go to a park and swing, he gets her ice cream, then they go back to the dorm and color while watching cartoons, and then a tickle scene happens on the cartoon, and then it leads to him tickling her and hugs and cuddles and friendship. Aaaaa 🙈

To Be a Kid Again (BNHA)

Ojiro wants to show Uraraka that it’s okay to be a kid again sometimes.

Pairings: Platonic Uraraka and Ojiro

Warnings: Bakugou being a jerk, some light angst

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: Omg this is such a cute pairing!! I've never even considered them together, either as friends or as partners. What would their ship name be? Ojiraka? Also, I've never written for either of them, so I hope this is okay!

Uraraka was tired. It had been a long day at school, and despite the fact that it was only Wednesday, she was more than ready for the weekend.

After changing out of her uniform and grabbing a couple items from her room, Uraraka flopped down onto one of the couches of the commons with a heavy sigh. She really didn’t have anything to do now that classes were over for the day. She’d already finished her homework and dinner wasn’t for another or hour or so. Despite how exhausted she was, she had just enough energy left to do one of her favorite activities to pass the time: coloring.

She didn’t know why exactly, but something about sitting down and letting herself get lost in the mindlessness of coloring had always been soothing to her. So there she was, sitting on the couch crisscross, using her knee as a table and getting to work. After a few minutes, the brain fog that had been plaguing Uraraka the last couple of hours began to disappear, and her mind was back as ease.

That was, until Bakugou came into the room. Looking just as tired and grumpy as she felt, Bakugou was about to head up to his room when Uraraka accidentally caught his eye.

“What are you looking at, Round Face?”

She quickly looked back down at her lap in alarm. “N-Nothing. Sorry.”

Bakugou continued to glare her way when he noticed the book in her lap and the pile of markers next to her. He came a few feet closer, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Tch. What are you, five years old?”

“Wh… what do you mean?”

At this time, Ojiro had just entered the commons and was just about to step into the elevator when the other students’ conversation caught his attention.

“Coloring books? Seriously? That shit’s for babies.”

Uraraka felt her cheeks start to burn.

“Hey, hey!” Ojiro jogged over to see what the commotion was about. Bakugou tended to pick fights pretty easily. “What’s going on here?”

Bakugou just crossed his arms and scowled at him.

Ojiro looked down at Uraraka, whose ears and cheeks were painted red. He then noticed the art supplies surrounding her. “Is he giving you a hard time?”

Uraraka just looked back and forth between the two of them, not daring to say anything.

“I heard you say something was ‘for babies,’” Ojiro turned to Bakugou with a stern look on his face. “You weren’t talking about coloring, were you?”

Again, silence.

“It’s really not, you know. People draw and color all the time! Besides, even if it was, what’s wrong with that? Everyone should be allowed to do things they enjoy, especially something as harmless as coloring. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“The problem is that we’re trying to be heroes!” Bakugou shot back. “Heroes shouldn’t be doing childish shit like that! If you really wanted to be a hero you’d be out training!”

Ojiro sighed, a little exasperated. “Of course training is important. But rest is important too. Doing things you love is important. If you don’t take the time to be a kid and let loose a little, you’re going to burn out. No pun intended, in your case, Bakugou.” Ojiro smiled, a little teasingly.

“Ugh, whatever,” Bakugou relented and headed back towards the elevator. “Whatever it’ll take for you to shut up and stop lecturing me.”

Uraraka and Ojiro both snickered at that, and in a few moments, it was just the two of them.

“Sorry about that,” Ojiro said apologetically. “Bakugou can be a real pain sometimes.”

“No kidding,” she agreed. “Um… thanks. You really didn’t have to do that. I’m sure I would’ve been okay on my own.”

“Of course you would have! But what are friends for?” Ojiro smiled brightly, holding out his hand. Uraraka smiled back and accepted the hand up. “You hungry? I think it’s about time for dinner.”

~~~

The next day was just as hard, though Uraraka did feel a little better after a good night’s sleep.

After dinner the previous night, Ojiro had asked if she’d want to hang out the next day after classes, in attempt to keep tabs on her since her fight with Bakugou. She assured him she was fine, but he insisted that it was his treat, so she obliged.

“So where are we going?” Uraraka asked walking next to Ojiro on the sidewalk.

“I’m taking you to one of my favorite places.” The two entered a chain link-fenced area.

“…a playground?”

“Yep! This was one of my favorite places in the world as a kid, and it still is. Come on! Let’s swing!”

And before she could argue, Ojiro grabbed her hand and tugged her along towards the swing set. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone else around, so they had the place to themselves.

“So,” Uraraka started, swinging her legs a little. “Why are we doing this exactly? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out! But where is this coming from?”

Ojiro laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, a little sheepish. “I was thinking, well… I wanted to show you that’s it’s okay to be a kid. To let loose a little. You seemed like you needed it, especially after what happened yesterday.”

Uraraka’s heart warmed at that. She really couldn’t ask for better classmates as friends.

Ojiro’s expression dropped to something a little more serious. “I’ve realized that we’ve all had to grow up so fast in these last few years. It makes me kind of sad.”

“Why is that?” Uraraka questioned.

“Don’t you miss this kind of stuff?” He gestured to the rest of the play set. “As much as I hate it, I think you and I both know there’s some truth to what Bakugou said yesterday. Heroes are supposed to be constantly training, constantly trying to grow and improve their skills. All that’s great, but it leaves no room to be what we actually are… teens. Kids. Don’t you ever feel like you grew up too fast?”

Uraraka couldn’t help but think about her parents. How, as just a little girl, barely old enough to go to school, she committed to helping them make money in any way she could. All the experiences she’d missed out on when she was younger due to her family’s financial situation. “Yeah… I guess I do.”

Ojiro offered a sympathetic smile. “That’s why it’s times like these, in the little spare moments we have to ourselves, that we can take the time to indulge that inner child.”

Uraraka took a moment to digest his words. “I think I understand now.” Then, in a small, hopeful voice: “Maybe... a-after we’re done here, we could... um... get some ice cream?”

Ojiro grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.” He hopped off his swing. “Race ya!”

“Hey, no fair!” Uraraka laughed and chased after him.

~~~

After getting their ice cream—strawberry for Uraraka and vanilla for Ojiro—the two friends happily walked back to the dorms together.

“By the way,” Ojiro said, “I never got the chance to tell you, but I saw your coloring book, and well… it looks really good!”

“Oh!” Uraraka looked down, a little embarrassed. “Hah, thanks…”

He could tell she did believe him. “I’m being serious! I think it’s really cool that you’re into that kind of stuff. Have you always liked coloring? You seem to be good at it.”

“Yeah, but I really can’t take much credit. I mean, it’s just filling in the shapes. It’s not like I drew it,” she reasoned, licking her ice cream.

“Hey, I can hardly stay in the lines, so it’s impressive to me.”

Uraraka laughed, knowing he was probably just saying that to make her feel good, but she appreciated it nonetheless.

“Thank you,” she said, speaking as sincere as possible. They had made it back to the common area of the dorms where they stood, waiting to depart to their own rooms. “For everything.”

Ojiro realized she thought he had brought her back here to say goodbye. “Hey, if you want, you can hang in my room.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! We could watch TV, or if you have homework to work on, I won’t bother you.”

She smiled. “I’d love that. Thanks again, Ojiro, you’re the best.” She threw her arms around him in a tight hug. Ojiro was a little taken aback, but quickly returned the gesture.

The two friends sat comfortably on his bed with their backs against the wall. The TV droned on in the background, mostly forgotten, as they chatted about school and their weekend plans.

Once the conversation died out, they settled down to watch what was playing on the screen, falling into comfortable silence. One of the characters poked the other, making them jump back and laugh. Ojiro smiled at the scene and stole a quick glance at Uraraka to see how she was doing, just in time to see her blush a little at the sight. It was so brief, if he hadn’t looked at just the right moment he would’ve missed it.

Suddenly feeling mischievous, Ojiro darted his hands to Uraraka’s sides and began squeezing, making her squeal and fall back on the bed in a fit of happy giggles.

“Ohohjiroho! Eeeep! Whaha—Why? Hahaha!”

“Because! I wanna hear you laugh! Didn’t I tell you to start letting loose?”

Uraraka was too weak and giddy to respond or do much more than weakly bat his hands in a half-hearted attempt.

Ojiro made the mistake of coming closer to get better purchase on her ribs, and Uraraka pushed through the tickly feeling just enough to be able to reach a hand up and scratch at the base of his spine, making him yelp and jerk away. This gave Uraraka just enough time to gain the upper hand by pushing him down and straddling his waist with her knees.

“Uraraka, wa-HAHAHAIT!” he burst into loud belly laughter as she began kneading up and down his torso the same way he had done to her.

“Maybe you should start taking your own advice, Ojiro!” she laughed with him. “Come on, you shouldn’t be afraid of being a kid again, right? Tickle tickle!”

This made his cheeks turn bright red and his laugh go a few pitches higher.

Uraraka was feeling all-powerful with Ojiro now at her mercy. That was, until she felt a soft, feathery feeling against her neck and under her chin, making her flinch and snort.

“Ohohoh my gohohosh, you snohorted!” Ojrio teased through his own laughter.

“N-no fahahair!” Uraraka stammered out as best she could. “You shohouldn’t be allowed t-to use your tahahail!”

“Wehehell too bahad! I��m using it!”

The two stayed like that, trying to out-tickle each other—Uraraka going at his ribs and belly, and Ojiro trying his best to throw her off using his tail to brush all over her neck and sides, both laughing hysterically. Eventually Uraraka was weakened just enough for Ojiro to get her back one last time before they both collapsed in exhaustion.

“Jeez, you don’t give up easy, do you?” Uraraka panted, a big smile still on her face.

“No,” Ojiro agreed. “But you held out pretty long too, I’m impressed.”

After finally catching their breath, Uraraka opened her arms in offering. “Cuddles?”

Ojiro couldn’t have refused the offer if he tried. “Heh. Yeah, cuddles.”

He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her torso, leaning his head into her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him in return, resting her head atop his.

And there they stayed for the rest of the evening.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #ojiro mashirao #ler!ojiro #lee!ojiro #switch!ojiro #uraraka ochako #ler!uraraka #lee!uraraka #switch!uraraka #hurt/comfort #bnha fluff #flame writes #flames stuff #requests #request #writing requests #asks #ask #flame answers #made-by-jade-222 #ojiro #uraraka #bnha mashirao #bnha ochako

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where’s my love - daniel seavey

a/n: heyy! this one’s sad again smh but i really hope you enjoy it. i enjoyed writing it tbh. btw for anyone who wants to know, the lyrics are from a song named “where’s my love” syml, the acoustic version is my fave:)

Cold bones

Yeah, that's my love

She hides away, like a ghost

 9:43pm

“Why isn’t she answering? She always answers. You don’t think she went somewhere, do you? She would tell me...She was-s fine in the morning and-” Daniel stumbled out quickly, pacing the rehearsal room. The boys laid sprawled out on the floor and sofa after a long day of continuous rehearsing. It was nearing ten o’clock and Daniel hadn’t heard from Y/n since eight in the morning before she went to work. 

“Daniel, dude, don’t worry”, Corbyn chuckled faintly, trying to ease Daniel’s stress. “She probably just got held up at work or something,” he said lightly. 

“Held up? It’s basically ten o’clock, she finishes work at seven!” Daniel raised his voice abruptly in a fit of panic. He rubbed the nape of his neck and looked up at Corbyn before quietly whispering an apology. 

“Hey, hey. She’s fine, don’t stress yourself out.” Jonah assured, walking over to Daniel to drape a comforting arm over his shoulder. “Just go home and tell us if you need anything” He continued, ushering Daniel to the door. Daniel nodded softly as he looked up at Jonah. He swiftly picked up his backpack from the floor and exchanged brief goodbyes with the boys. 

 “Daniel,” Jack called gently. Daniel looked back expectantly, “She’s fine.” Jack reminded him.

 Oooh, does she know that we bleed the same?

Oooh, don't wanna cry, but I break that way

 12:01am 

Daniel had arrived home hours ago, but saw no trace of Y/n anywhere. The uncomfortable and bleak silence of their apartment only made his heart race with anxiety even more. He walked hesitantly into the master bedroom, everything remained untouched from the morning. Y/n’s make up was spread out on her vanity and her clothes still in a pile from choosing her outfit the previous morning. 

Daniel’s mind reeled with countless thoughts at the fact that she hadn’t been home yet. On the emotionally exhausting drive home, he had hoped tremendously that his grave anxiety would perish at the gentle, loving sight of Y/n in their bedroom as usual. 

But she wasn’t there. 

She’s fine. He thought. 

Just fine. 

 Cold sheets

But where's my love

I am searching high

I'm searching low in the night

 1:14am

Zero missed calls

No new texts

Nothing

Daniel shut off his phone and placed it on the counter, only for his eyes to flicker back to it mere seconds later. He tried to busy himself with chores around the house. He sauntered endlessly from the laundry room to the kitchen to the backyard and he still wasn’t fazed with physical exhaustion despite being awake for so long. Daniel gulped hard as he let his eyes linger on the front door, willing his eyes to stay dry despite the heart wrenching, unwavering worry he felt violently sting his sparrowy chest. He fiercely anticipated Y/n’s return, letting his mind fill with the memory of her voice from hours before. 

But there was nothing. 

 Did she run away? Did she run away? I don't know

If she ran away, If she ran away, come back home

Just come home

2:31am

 Daniel remained unmoving as he rested up in his bed, propped up against two pillows as the soft yellow light of his bedside lamp illuminated his figure. His mind was too preoccupied with thoughts about Y/n and he could barely focus on Kobe resting tenderly on his lap. The tension only grew as he watched the minutes displayed on his lock screen quickly slip by. Daniel’s sorrowful eyes focused on the picture of him and Y/n in the background as he mindlessly scrolled. After stealing a minute to compose himself, he finally tapped on his mother’s name in his contacts. Even in the wee hours of the morning, after a hard day’s work, Keri didn’t mind answering a phone call, especially from his son. 

“Dani, you okay?” She asked in a raspy voice. 

“Uh-um…” Daniel swiftly covered his mouth with his hand, furiously holding back his tears as he continued. “It’s Y/n... I haven’t heard from her since yesterday and...I’m getting really worried,” he spoke quietly. 

“Oh Dani, '' Keri sighed, “Don’t worry, my love. Y/n’s a smart girl, I’m sure she has an explanation...I’ll call everybody I know, okay? We’ll let you know of anything.” She assured him quickly. 

Daniel sighed quietly, laying back onto his pillow, “Okay, mom” he whispered. 

“Don’t worry, Dani. We’ll figure it out. Get some sleep, okay?” Keri consoled, “We’ll find her. I’ll let you know if I hear anything. I love you.”

“I know. Thanks mom. I love you…” Daniel said quietly, finally melted further into his nearly empty bed as the sweet uplifting sensation of his mother’s voice echoed in his head. The motherly, innate kind of warmth from Keri always calmed Daniel and he slowly felt his energy wither away as he laid on his side of the queen bed. He lifted an arm to lean on the nightstand beside him before switching off the lamp and resting again. 

I got a fear

Oh, in my blood

She was carried up

Into the clouds, high above

9:26 am

Daniel awoke peacefully, shifting his body to the other side again. He hardly realised what time it was until he focused his eyes on the alarm clock, his eyes widened, and guilt wounded his chest greatly. How could I sleep this late? He wondered as he nearly bolted out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. 

With his face washed and hair sort of done, Daniel quickly trudged down the stairs to the front door as if expecting Y/n to stand right before his eyes. Daniel's face fell instantly at the empty entryway, kindling his severe anxiety again. 

Daniel's phone rang from its spot on his unmade bed - he had checked for any notifications periodically throughout the night. Daniel turned back around and made a b line to the master bedroom and he nearly dropped his phone in his hurry to answer the call. With a heavy heart, Daniel glanced at the caller ID, his blood ran cold as thoughts reeled his mind again. He swallowed the lump in his throat before swiping the answer button and lifting the phone up to his ear. 

She’s fine. She’s fine. She’s fine. 

 Did you run away? Did you run away? I don't need to know

If you ran away, if you ran away, come back home

7:32 am, the previous morning. 

Daniel had finally emerged from the master bedroom, briskly walking to the kitchen with his backpack slung over his shoulder. “Hey, Dani” Y/n said sweetly from her place on one of the bar stools. 

“Hey” Daniel said tiredly, rushing to make his coffee before going to work. 

“Umm, Dani…” Y/n said gently as he stirred her cup of tea simultaneously. Daniel turned  to face her as he worked quietly. “Could we...maybe talk-”.

“Yeah, of course, baby. It’s just that I'm late right now.” Daniel said as he looked up at Y/n again. Her gentle expression fell into a frown but she didn’t dare let Daniel see and she lowered her head to focus on her tea again. “We’ll talk when I get home, okay?” He promised sweetly, pulling a tight smile. 

Just come home

Y/n nodded eagerly and she stayed quietly, just watching him pace around the apartment as he got ready to leave. She kept her gaze down and tears pricked her downcast eyes as she still mixed her tea that was already mixed. In one swift motion, he walked up to the kitchen island, placed a quick kiss to Y/n’s forehead and grabbed his backpack with a quick “Love you! Bye!” 

“I love you…” Y/n said as steadily as she could.

She wasn’t fine.

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[saliseburi]

“Thank You” (Joe x Reader)

EDIT: Souuu i noticed that the fic is starting to get a lot more traction which i am very thankful for! but i also felt the need to write it a lot better, so i rewrote many parts and the new version is on AO3 Only while the older one will stay here, anyway i hope you will enjoy!

On AO3

A/N i finished watching Megalobox yesterday and i was so happy Seeing Joe happy at last, so i stayed up all night writing this to express my love for this character and how much i wanted to hug him during my entire viewing of Nomad haha, lord did he deserved it. so strap in its gonna be a long one 

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You’ve  met Joe when he was known as the “Junk dog”, he’d always come to get drinks at a bar above the underground ring where you worked at, at first you weren’t fond of him, you though he was the same as any other boxer who comes here after a match: loud, unbearable, full of themselves, and very disrespectful to you, but he was different, he didn’t hesitate to get up and put someone in their place for being rude and nasty to you, one time he even got up and punched the living daylight out of someone twice his size for overstepping boundaries and touching you, his kindness was something you weren’t used to seeing in your workplace. he was acting like your private bodyguard, even offered to walk you back home and waited till you got in, for extra safety

soon enough it hit you that that you in fact are in love with him

He’d come to see you every night, and talk to you for hours. no matter how badly beaten and bruised he’d be

"ugh JD you're not going to die if you'll be absent for a day but you will die for not taking care of yourself!" you scolded him

"relax, it's literally just scratches I have been in worst state and survived, "  he shrugged and finished the drink that you made for him

"doesn't mean you have to push till you break" you mumbled and continued to clean the cups "by the way, im sorry i can't watch your fights but" you glare at your boss who is in snoring all the way back "somebody is too cheap to hire new bartenders" 

"psh don't sweat it, i promise you, You really don't want to see me fighting down there, wait till i get to the real ring and fight for real" He said with determination in his eyes 

A yes the “real ring” something that he wants more than anything, being tired of always being nothing but a grifter For Nanbu to make quick cash, for once he wanted to actually fight, to feel alive, feel that he is fighting with a purpose.  

"hah, i think this day will come sooner than you think" you winked at him and he chuckled in response 

***

One night, the bar was empty and JD came in with very wide smile on his face.  

“Whats the matter? Did Yuri returned for a rematch?” you asked

“Not yet….” He replied with and took out a flyer and what seemed to be a passport and gave them to you

“But It will happen, very soon” he watch you unfold the flyer, a smile never leaving his lips, your eyes went wide

"No way! Megalonia?! You serious?!” you exclaimed

“Yep, now you finally can watch me fight for real” he said with the biggest smile

“Ah! im so happy for you!” you hugged him from across the table nearly making him fall. You realized what you’ve just done and quickly pulled away

“oh s-sorry, I got too excited” you said with a flushed face

“it’s all good” he said grinning

You now opened the passport and saw his new name

“Joe huh?...it really does suit you”

“Thanks, I picked it myself” he paused “Me and pops are leaving in the morning”

A wave of sadness hit you

“Oh.”

You closed the bar as usual, despite it being your lazy ass boss who was the owner you were given the responsibility to close it

Joe walked you back home for the last time, his smile never leaving his face you never saw him this happy before.

“well I guess I’ll keep cheering you on from the distance, as always” you said turning towards him

Before you went to your apartment you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, when you pulled away Joe swiftly grabbed your hands which made you jump a little. You couldn’t move, Your face was heating up, your heart was going crazy and you 100%  were sure he could hear it. He didn’t say anything neither did you, but everything was clear, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips and you kissed back, It was very slow and intimate, both of you wanted it to last long but you pulled away so you could finally breath. 

you both couldn't help but laugh

“sooo….” You started “how long have you felt this way?”

“I mean, was walking you all the way home wasn’t obvious enough?” he raised an eyebrow

“oh...i though you were…just being nice” you felt embarrassed.

“and you?” now it was his time to ask

“I guess….after the 3rd time you walked me back home?” you said, burying your red face into Joes chest, it rumbled with laughter, he though it was adorable seeing you get all shy.

“ 3rd times the charm eh?” he teased

“very funny  Mr “im leaving tomorrow so better make a move now” ”

“Touché”  he said “alright it’s getting late, time for you to go to bed” he tapped your shoulders and pushing you gently to the direction of your apartment

for some reason you got a little cocky, maybe because it's the only opportunity you'll get

“hey, how about you come in this time?” you offered with a smirk

“....oh” his eyes went wide eyes “well, if you so insist” he grinned

and so he followed you all the way into your apartment. You unlocked the door and flicked the lights, your place was tiny but livable you didn't expect Joe to be so wowed by your place, so much so that he whistled

“Hah Are you that impressed ?” you asked whilst taking off your jacket and threw it on a couch

“it’s sure better than my truck” he said and also taking off his jacket

“well I’d like to see what you’ll think of my bedroom” you smirked and open the door to the bedroom. A king sized bed with a tv, the biggest room in the apartment

“this place used to be an old hotel by the way” you walked closer to the bed

“I suppose a love hotel?” Joe got closer to you

“it is now” you started to wrap arms around his neck

“impatient aren’t we?” he teased          

“not my fault you are leaving in the morning” you playfully slap his shoulder and he hisses in pain                  

“o-oh god im sorry-eek!”

You were cut off by Joe grabbed you by the waist and throwing you on the bed, you didn't have much time to process what just happened but there he was, smirking looking down at you holding your wrist above your head. As much as he hated being a grifter he had to admit that it does come in handy 

“gotcha”

****

after the fun night the sun decided to remind you that its it’s time say your goodbyes for now, you got all dressed up and ready to send Joe on his way to the glorious megalonia

“make me proud Joe!” you said gently hitting his chest

“I will, for sure. Thank you” he said kissing you goodbye and leaving you apartment 

you really wished you could be with him, cheer and support him on the ring, but you have to work and survive, you have to accomplish your own dreams like him, so that he could be happy and proud of you too.

***

Weeks pass, you were watching Joe’s matches from your bar’s television that you bribed your boss to get, you told him that it will make costumers come here often to watch Megalonia and watch the main spectacle, Joe or the “Gearless Joe”, and so he did. you’d notice that Many of the costumers would flirt and hit on you for being “Gearless Joe’s girlfriend”, a gossip that your boss spread around to get even more costumers, which annoyed you greatly.

on the bright side he did gave you a rise since you were, for the lack of better words “the star” of the bar and he finally hired new bartenders, and a bouncer even. as much of a cheap asshole he was he understood that you alone couldn’t serve so many costumers at once, and he doesn’t want anyone to cause any chaos

While watching The matches You did notice that Joe stood out like a sore thumb in more ways than him fighting gearless, like the sheer amount of scars on his face and body, it was indeed strange that so many megalonia boxers had little to zero scars, what was even odd since they were the ones with heavy gears on their body. Which in your eyes made Joe look even sexier, him being all raw and dirty compared to overly professional and clean boxers

***

 After you begged your boss for lord knows how long and how many times, he finally let you take a week off. you went to visited Joe, Nanbu and their new members Sachio, Bonjiri, Santa and Ochio. 

You were so happy seeing Joe again that You jumped and hugged him so hard that you literally knocked the wind out of him, you a petite compared to the a strong “Gearless Joe”, made him fall on the ground, he was also overjoyed to see you again, the kids started to cringe at the sign of you both.

Just like back in the bar, you and Joe talked for hours on end, you catch up on things you both missed out, he told you about his matches and opponents, how he was almost busted for having a fake id and how he couldn’t move for days because of his fight with Aragaki. He told you about Nanbus sacrifice, which surprised you since you never knew how much Nanbo actually cared for Joe, so much so that he give up his sight for him.

And you’d tell him about how you became the celebrity in your Bar because your ass Boss started to market the place as a “Gearless Joes favorite place and where his Girlfriend works” and all the costumers started to flock. This made Joe laugh but he also asked you to write down a list of everyone who bothered you so that he can teach them a lesson later, you giggled.

***

You noticed that Joe wasn’t sleeping next to you, It’s a night before his fight with Yuri so you got up too look for him and saw him leaning on the boat alone in his thoughts.

“somethings wrong?” you asked and leaned on the boat as well next to him

“no nothing….” He said, unsure

“are you nervous?”

“hah I can’t tell honestly…. Maybe im nervous or too excited to have a rematch with Yuri again, after all he really gave me the spark”

“whatever it may be, you should get some sleep, you don’t want to stretch and yawn the entire match do you now?” you grabbed his arm

“ha ha definitely not, it’s just that im not that sleepy”

“then I’ll sing you lullabies and or tell you few bedtime stories” this made Joe laugh “come on now megalo box champion”

“im not, at least not yet”

“for me you already are” you cupped his face and gave him a soft cheek kiss, he turned his head and aimed for your lips, it was slow at the start but became more passionate, you pulled away

“At very least lets continue it upstairs” you winked and dragged him up, he chucked in response

You both quietly got upstairs not wanting to wake anyone up, which also meant that you unfortunately have to be quite when you are gonna do your business

When you reached Joes room he quickly pulled you in for a kiss, it wasn’t slow one this time he was definitely more impatient than you were. Your arms reached all over his neck pressing yourself into him hard. He suddenly hissed harshly from the pain, you quickly pulled away

“o-oh im sorry! Did i hurt you?”

“ah it’s no biggy, don’t worry” he reassured you, putting his hand across his shoulder and chest

you didn’t buy it and started to slowly take off his shirt, and you saw a new scar on the same location he put his hand on, it was quite a big one, Joe suddenly felt shy being shirtless in front of you

“hey…I told you not to-“ you cut him off by placing your hand very gently on that scar, well it was more hovering than actually touching him since you were really afraid of hurting him again. None the less your barely there touches sure made Joes body react to you, his breath hitched which pleased you greatly. You started to actually place your fingers on the scar tracing it slowly.

“Does it hurt when I touch you like this?” you asked looking up to him 

“n…no, not at all” he responded with a heavy breath, the way his body was responding to you even though you haven’t done anything but touch his scar made you feel like a seductress

“then let me…” you started to kiss his scar, still trying to be very careful. Joe’s body started to tense up his hands grip tighter on your hips. You started to lower down giving his other scars some attention and trace some with your fingers which made him tickle giving him a quick reflex to flip you over, Gripping your hands next to your head

“g-god damn it, you are going to be the end of me” Joe exclaimed hovering above you

“you mean im not already?” you said all smug

“why you- c’mere!” Joe said swinging you up on his lap, he started tickle you and kiss all over your neck and collarbone, your weak spot. he also snuck his hand and gave your ass a squeeze, you gave something that was a mix of squeal and a moan.

Suddenly someone opened the door

“whats with all the noi-“ a familiar voice said, you and joe turned to see it was sachio who was all red when he saw the position you two were in, he slowly started to close the door acting as if he was blind. You both couldn’t help but snort and laugh in response

“okay maybe we should save it after my victory, 2 rounds is a bit too much but I wouldn’t mind extra new scars” Joe said looking up to you

“only 2 rounds?” you asked, a bit unaware of the innuendo, Joe quirked his eyebrow

"O-oh" you finally got the hint Joe laughed and you hit him on the spot where his new scar was.

You both laid next to each other and traced his scars on his face and chest in very slow and hypnotic way until he finally fell asleep.

***

Junk dog, Joe, Gearless Joe and now a Megalo box Champion, seeing his dreams come true was the happiest moment for you, everyone even some of his boxing opponents came celebrated his accomplishments by throwing a big party for him, Even Yuri and his trusted pup decided to come along, Joe wasn’t only Megalo box champion but an inspiration to everyone including you.

The sun has set and you started to clean up the table little by little with kids helping you out a bit, Joe popped in asking if you’d like to go for a walk with him, you gladly agreed.

it was a very peaceful and cool night.

“told you I was right” you nudge at him

“didn’t doubt you for a second” he chuckled “listen I wanna to ask you something, something very important” he said it more like a whisper

“what is it? Im all ears”

He took your hands

“what would you say if I’d told you to….” He paused , you were on the edge waiting for him to finish his sentence, he enjoyed teasing you that way, he leaned in and whispered in your ear   “come and live with me?”

you smiled widely

“hah, what a question, of course! I’d love to” you said hugging him, he lifted and spun you which made you giggle

“Thank you” Joe said kissing your cheek

***

Time passes, you and Joe live together in a small yet comfortable apartment, he, Nanbu, Aragaki and Sachio have opened up “Gym Nowhere” where they trained and recruit boxers, and after all the hard work in that shitty bar , you finally opened your Café and Flower shop “Sunflowers” after the Nickname Joe gave you.

Everything was going very well, until old man Nanbu got very sick. Joe would spend most of his time in either hospital or in gym, he forced himself to be strong he couldn’t show himself weak in front of Sachio or other kids, youd try your best to give him as much emotional support as possible, you knew how much toll this took on him, how much Nanbo, his only mentor in life means to him. despite him trying his best to look calm you cannot recall how many nights he’d pass out from crying in your arms.

Boxing was his way to relief himself from all the stress, he was practicing all day and night for his next megalo box match after a year, his is going to face Liu who was Trained by Yuri. He was basically sleeping in the gym these past few days and you'd go to check up on him to make sure he was okay

"hey, How are you holding up?" You walked towards Joe who was sitting near the ring, taking a time out

"well...im trying, somehow" he said whilst wiping his face with a towel 

"hey um, can i...ask you for a favor?" Joe asked standing up and turning to face you, he was looking very nervous

"sure, what is it?" You said taking his hands

"could you, visit the old man in my place?..." he was avoiding your eyes, he felt ashamed asking you this, you tilted his head so yours eyes could meet

"of course, i will" you gave him a gentle smile

"i-im sorry that im making you do this but i just-"

"Joe, you don't need to explain, i understand" You cup his face with both of your hands, he gives you a sad smile and wrapped arms tightly around your waist pulling you into a tight hug

***

You finally Arrived at the hospital, the kids were standing outside of Nanbus room, they were Happy to see you but noticed that Joe wasn't with you Sachio jumped from his seat and as expected he was furious 

"He's not here again?!" Sachio shouted

"Sachio don't be so loud!" Ochio scolded him

"How long is planning to continue this?! doesn't he understand that the old man needs him here?!" he said in much quieter voice but with unchanged rage

"Sachio, he does all that for him-" You tried explain to him

"I don't think so! he just wants to run away from reality" he glared you, and you could see tears slowly appearing on his eyes, he cannot hold back any longer. you took a deep breath and lowered down at Sachios level

"you...aren't completely wrong, but it's his only way of dealing with everything. one day you'll understand" you tried to reach out for him but he slapped your hand away and left to cry alone, you were thinking of going after him but it was for the best to give him some space

"Is..is everthing going to be alright?" Bonjiri asked you shyly

"...i don't know" you mumbled quietly to yourself. 

***

Joe’s Match is already here, you were in the hospital with Sachio next to the old man he is in the worst shape, breathing as shallow as ever, you were holding his hand to remind him that he wasn’t alone. Nanbou suddenly squeezed your hand tightly, and started to choke. Sachio quickly ran out to call the doctor and you called Aragaki informing him of Nanbus condition getting critical.

The rest of the kids have arrived quickly, their faces, pale full of worry, Nanbus breathing was very shallow, it was apparent that he had very, very little time left, you kept hoping that Joe could make it on time, but it was already too late. The kids were crying nonstop you tried to be the strong adult and hold your tears but you couldn’t and rushed outside, you bumped into Joe, bruised, and exhausted.

"ho-how is he?" he asked breathlessly

you broke down into him in response, the answer was clear. Joe expected this to happen but he was still in shock, you could feel his pain, his body tensed up and breathing very heavily, he hugged you tight and comforted you even though, you thought you should be the one doing that to him.

***

Joe was all numb and quite since the passing, he couldn’t bring himself getting close to Nanbus grave stone during the burial so he stayed behind.

“here i don’t want you to get sick” you said offering him the umbrella

“don’t worry, i’ll just stay under this tree” he said, trying to smile. you complied not wanting to push him too hard

"then at least let me place them for you" You said offering to place Joe's small bouquet of daisies, he looked down at them he was hesitant to give them to you since your hands looked full from holding your own bouquet in one and an umbrella on the other 

"but you-"

"don't worry, i can take it" you gave him a gentle smile, Joe smiled back at you just very lightly and finally gave you his bouquet 

“Thank you”  he whispered 

You went close to Nanbus grave and placed yours and Joes bouquet. Moments later you went back to check up on him only to see that he is completely gone

***

It has been 7 years after Joe left, Things have changed for the worst, the typhoon destroyed “Gym Nowhere”, and damaged your café/flower shop, the insurance could cover so little so you mostly had to start from the scratch, rebuilding it slowly. 

The kids grew up, you were still in touch with them, well except for Sachio who you haven’t see for a long time. your last encounter with him ended in a huge fight, after Sachio slipped out of anger and admitted that he was the one who told Joe to leave and never show up, you swore if it wasn’t for Aragaki stopping you both, you would have slapped Sachio across the room, but thankfully you didn’t.

You still live in the same apartment you shared with Joe, his stuff untouched, much like everyone you were frustrated that he left without telling you anything, you were so stressed and worried sick for him, you even went darker and thought if he even was alive at this point?

***

It was a typical day in your café, business slow as usual. a costumer came in, a sweet old man asking for the breakfast menu and you served him gladly with a gentle smile.  Suddenly in your Peripheral vision you saw a figure standing outside , you were worried that it could have been the mafia, so you quickly went outside with a knife in your hand to scare them away, but to your surprised no one was there. You could have sworn you saw someone, But it it very well could have been your paranoia. 

The mafia had been bothering and terrorizing everyone a lot these past years, ever since Joe left, almost as if the protector was not around anymore, the mafia was more confident to mess with people. 

You felt relief that it wasn’t them, Before you got back inside, you noticed that a single daisy was missing from one the bouquets you’ve made

***

It was late night, raining, you exited the store after buying groceries and were on your way back home. until you saw a somewhat familiar figure, walking alone, your heart sank when you started to recognize him but you weren’t fully sure how right you were, none the less you approach him.

he heard your footsteps and turned his head

“Joe?” you asked

Joe saw your face and froze, he tried to run but you quickly stopped him by grabbing his wrist, he was embarrassed and terrified.  he was bracing for the worse, you to yell, scold or kick him for leaving.

But instead you, started move your umbrella close to him, sheltering him from the rain and reached your hand to cup his cheek to turn his head so that his eyes finally met yours, your heart broke when you saw his state, his face rough, more scarred, his eyes heavy and exhausted. you and the kids might have had hard 7 years but it was obvious that Joe took the most damage imaginable.

You start to caress his face gently tracing his scars, Joe didn’t expect such gesture from you, he was scared and prepared for you to slap him at any moment but he couldn’t resist leaning into your soft, gentle touch

“i…im so sor-“ Joe finally spoke up but you interrupted him

“Shhh,” you cut him off grabbing his hand and started to take him back to your and his apartment.

“come on now, I don’t want you to get sick” you echoed the same phrased from 7 years ago. you kept surprising him with how kind you were to him, too kind, he thought. he stayed silent all the way, he felt too shameful to talk to you.

You opened the door and put the groceries on the table. Joe got in very hesitantly, he looked around surprised to see that it mostly stayed the same as he remembered, which made him smile a bit

“what’s wrong? Have you forgotten that is your apartment too?” you asked shaking your umbrella and putted in a corner for it to dry

“why...are you acting as if nothing happened?” his said glancing up on you a little but not brave enough to fully meet your eyes

“we’ll talk once you’ll take a shower and change your clothes, they are still in the same place as you left” you said and started to unpack the groceries

Joe was speechless, he expected you ignore him or act like he never ever existed in your life, but you didn’t.  he though he didn’t deserve you, you were always so supportive, so understanding, so patient with him, you were always listening to him and doing all the emotional labor when Nanbu was dying, and what did he do in return? he left you and everyone, he was an asshole. a selfish asshole

“do you perhaps want a bath? i can prepare it for you” you asked snapping him back to reality

“n-no, im fine with just a shower” Joe said going to the bathroom.

Moments have passed and you prepared food for both you and Joe, he got out of shower in fresh clothes and a towel across his neck. you finished setting up the table

“come on, I know you are hungry” you tapped on the chair gesturing him to sit down and Joe complied. he finally spoke

“I thought you’d be the most angry at me” Joe said avoiding looking at you in the eyes

“oh I was angry when you left, of course, very angry, but more than that I was worried, and scared. I thought that…you were gone, for good. i kept reassuring myself that it’s Joe for fucks sake, if anyone knows how to survive , it’s him! He became a champion for a reason” your eyes started to water

Joe finally looked up at you.

“yea i was frustrated but...now im just glad seeing that you’re okay” you said sobbing, and Joe pulled you close in a hug and you hugged back tightly

“Im sorry….im so sorry” he buried his face on your shoulder.

Years may have passed but it seems that you and Joe’s bond hasn’t changed, the night went on with you and him talking for hours like before. he told you about a person he met named “Chief”. Chief was the one that made Joe get back on his feet and face his fears by coming back home to everyone, joe was also given Chief’s own gear to remember him, a Gear that he and his son made together. Joe felt like he was given the gift of second chance by him and you couldn’t be more thankful that Joe met someone as kind and inspiring as Chief.

Obviously When he came back things didn’t went smoothly, everyone except for Bonjiri and you weren’t too keen on his return.

"by the way, um sorry for stealing one of your daisies" he rubbed back of his head 

"huh? t-that was you?!"

"yea, i really wanted to see you but, after my encounter with everyone, and especially Sachio i thought you'd also wouldn't want to see me, so... Im sorry"

"Sachio huh?" you looked down, yea he would be the one who would shoo off Joe the moment he'd be back "Joe look, I know that Sachio was the one who told you to-"

"Please, Please don't Blame him" he cut you off and took your hands "just please, don't" 

"sigh, Even After everything you probably been through, you haven't lost your kindness" You couldn't help but Smile at him, 

you had a feeling that he wasn’t telling you everything but it was okay, what mattered to you that he is alive and back.

“im going to rebuild it” he said

“hm? rebuild what?...” you asked

“Gym nowhere”

You raised an eyebrow

“Joe, you know you cant take it all back”

“I know…but it’s for the old man, to keep the spark going” he said looking at you

“okay, then I’ll help you out too, don’t try to stop me”

He chuckled and kissed the back of your hand

“Thank you”

***

One day when you and Joe took a time off from rebuilding the gym, he was helping you out at your Café, trimming and decorating flowers into a nice bouquet, he was pretty good at and felt very therapeutic for him, he really enjoyed white and yellow flowers especially.

“you’d make a great florist” you giggled

“hah, you really think so?”

“of course, you’re doing pretty well and i could always use a helping hand” you smiled at him gently

he wanted to place the flowers outside but when he stood up he suddenly got all dizzy and nearly fainted. Luckly you quickly noticed it and You gave him a glass of cold water, sprinkled a bit on his face to make him come back to his senses .

“ Hey whats wrong?! are you okay?!” you said and started to check his temperature, he was very hot “i’ll call the doc-” 

“n-no don’t im just...tired thats all” he reassured you

“Joe you shouldn’t brush these symptoms off” 

“i am not, trust me im fine...really, i’ll take a nap and be okay, sorry for making you worry...” he smiled gently at you

“sigh...fine, if you say so” you complied, but you had a very bad feeling that something was bothering him

****

that day wouldn't be the first time you'd see Joe acting strange, a few days later you went to bed early after a busy day.

“uughhh….”  You were awaken by Joes grunting and sudden movements

“Joe?” you said half sleep

“ah….gh…no i…I didn- im sor- ghh!” he was talking to his sleep, trembling. you grabbed his shoulder and started to shake him 

“Joe! wake up it’s just a dream jo- ekk-“ you yelped as he jolted up, he was all sweaty, breathing heavily, hands shaking

“Joe…Joe look at me” you said grabbing his hand to make him come back to reality and turning his head to face you

 it’s okay Joe, everything’s okay, it was all but a dream” you started gently stroke his cheek

"drea...dream?" he said breathlessly as if he ran a marathon

”Yes, a dream. You’re with me, see? all safe and sound.” you said in calming voice "everything's okay"

"dream...haah...aahh" He panted and lowered his head and on your shoulder, You hugged him tightly. The light from the small lamp managed to show his scars, You started to trace them slowly and gently, Joe begun to lean into your touch you could feel his breathing was slowly getting a lot more calmer. this went on for a while and you didn't spoke a word until joe finally broke the silence

“Im so sorry…so sorry for leaving everybody” he said. voice hoarse, like he was holding tears.

“shhh shh...everythings okay now...its gonna be okay. I promise” pulled away to cup his face and begin to kiss the scars on his face very gently and slowly Starting the one that’s on his forehead, moving down to under the the eye and across the jaw and chin,  tears start to run down his face, being overwhelmed with you gestures after such a long time of being neglected from such love.

You didn't ask him about the dream, this wasn't a time and place for it, what mattered is to remind Joe that he was loved. You pulled away and notice that his eyelids were getting tired, you leaned back and pulled him to your chest, wrapping your arms around him

"it's okay, you are safe, you can sleep now" you ran your fingers through his hair, he hugged you tightly burying his face in your neck

"Thank you"  he whispered

***

After that incident you didn't asked joe about that dream, nor what has been bothering him, you really had no idea how you should bring it up to him but on the bright side, things seem to be going better, Ochio started to talk to Joe again, she was still harsh but it was better than before, Santa being the aspiring journalist has started spread the rumor that “Gearless joe is back”,  this headline caught many peoples attention especially Joe’s old Opponent, Liu. Who wanted a rematch he wasn’t satisfied with their last match.

This time it wont be the megalo box, but a private boxing match, while it took him a while Joe eventually agreed and sure enough beat him, it was an interesting bonding experience for the two

He started to show up on the public even went on the boxing match to show his support to Liu, you of course joined him along with Ochio, Santa, Bonjiri, but not Sachio.

Sachio was very stubborn, everyone may have softened and started to forgive Joe but not him, Sachio wouldn’t,  until Joe finally challenged him into a boxing match and gave him the ultimatum, If Joe wins Sachio will leave Boxing for good, if Sachio wins Joe will leave forever. you turned at Joe called him insane, Aragaki telling you to not interfere. Indeed Sachio wasn’t the only stubborn one in the room.

Sachio agreed and Joe stepped on the ring, despite everything Joe didn’t want to even scratch him. but Sachion on the other hand wasn’t holding back, it really felt like he was dumping all the frustrations he was holding in for years onto him, despite all of his punches Joe still managed to win. the fight more felt like a healing therapy session for both of them it really felt like the family is coming back together. 

Sachio was about to exit the room, you turned to your left and saw that Joe wasn’t feeling well, you quickly rush to him

“hey whats-JOE!”

He fainted on a ground you barely managed to catch him, Aragaki and Sachio quickly ran towards him

“JOE! JOE STAY WITH ME! JOE!”

he blacked out

***

Next thing he knew he was in the hospital with you sitting next to him holding his hand, Aragaki, Sachio and the rest by his side, the Doctor explained  he was suffering from the withdrawal symptoms from the drugs he was taking, you were upset that he didn’t told you about it but you were already worried to death about him, he didn’t want to stress you or anyone out even more.

“ugh just” you rubbed your temple “just please, promise me…no more secrets” you said in very worried tone

“I will” he squeezed your hand

***

When he got out of hospital he went back to rebuilding the gym this time others joined in, making the process a lot faster, after all the work was done you all decided to celebrate, he suggested to throw flower petals everywhere, he explained it’s to guide Nanbu, to find his way back home. you though it was very beautiful, so you helped him to pick and choose the brightest flowers.

Seeing him and Sachio finally make up almost made you cry, but all wasn’t over yet, He had a match coming up soon with Mac, “The Hero” Of Megalo box, a wild fighter who was merciless with his fight with Liu and almost made him meet his maker. you weren’t sure if Joe is stable enough to face him. The though of it made you shake. your eyes start to water, you didn’t want to ruin the fun and let anyone to see you like this so you walked behind the gym to hide, Joe obviously took a notice and followed you.

“Hey, whats wrong?” he asked 

“n-no nothing” you said, back turned trying to not choke,

Joe sighted and walked in front of you, your face was down, trying very hard to hold your tears

he tilted your chin up to look at him.

“no more secrets…right?” Joe said with soft smile, you took a deep breath

“i…, I know this match means everything to you,- but i-…i am scared” you start to sob Joe wraps his arms around you and brings in for a hug .

“if i...if I ever lose you, I will go insane” you chocked, you grip on him tighter as if he is going to disappear at any second

“Shhhhh” Joe tried to calm you down, rubbing your back in circular motions He gave you a couple of moments before he spoke

“even if i….even if it happens” he pulled away, cupping your cheeks and wiping away the tears “as long as you, Sachio and everyone will show me the path I know that I will always find my way back home, You’re my sunflower after all right?, so its gonna be really easy” he said in a calm voice and kissed your forehead, the last remark made you smile and heart flutter “I will never leave you” he whispered

you buried your face in his neck

“Can I...ask for a favor?” Joe asked, it made you pop your head up

“of course, anything” you said, Joe laughed at your quick response, he thought It was cute

“a bit embarrassing but….can you maybe, give me a trim?” he said scratching his head, he looked like a little boy, very adorable.

“why of course it’s an offer I cannot refuse” you giggled and ruffled his long, fluffy hair. you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the lips, which wasn’t enough for him so he leaned in to give you even deeper kiss. You suddenly hear a click and flash that made you both turn to see Santa with his camera grinning at you two

“now this would surely sell for millions, “Gearless Joe and his Girlfriend having a hot make out session!” Santa said laughing, this made both of you go red, Joe started to chase him down to get his camera.

"Hey! whats going on? is everything alright?" Ochio asked

 “Never better” you giggled in response 

***

The day is already here, only few hours left before the match begins, Joe is sitting on the chair and you are, carefully and slowly cutting his hair away, he really enjoys the process, your fingers running through his hair, the sound of scissors and spray bottle, you tilting his head very gently, it almost made him fall asleep, once you were done you gave joe the mirror to look on himself. Indeed he looked and felt like his old self again.

“i…am not a pro hairdresser but, I think I did well” you said

“you did more than well” he stood up and faced you

Sachio knocked the door before opening it, he smiled when he saw Joe looking the way he remembered him

“its time” He reminded him, Joe nodded in response

***

The match has begun you were sitting in the crowd with, Ochio, Santa and Bonjiri, Cheering on for Joe, he was wearing Chiefs gear, adjusted by Sachio, gramps and Ochio, he was doing super well at the beginning and you felt at ease as the the battle went on it more intense than, Mac started to get aggressive and fast with his punches, Joe nearly got knocked out which terrified you but luckily Sachio managed to bring him back to his senses, and he stood up.

the boxing continued it seemed that Mac and Joe were neck and neck, but it was Sachio who had to decided when everything had to stopped, and he finally did, he threw a towel, and Mac was announced as the winner.

Joe looked happy and congratulated him, all you worries washed away. Joe is alive, more than ever.

***

It’s hard to believe that after so many hard years, after everything Joe has been though, everything is back to way it was.  Sachio plans to go and study on Mechanics, he even asked Ochio if she’d liked to join but she refused she likes it with the gramps, Bonjiri suggested if your and his café could be combined as one, which you happily agreed on, Santa got many offers from publishing newspapers, Joe is retired from boxing and is focused more on training others, All and all everything is like it’s used to be.  

Before Joe got into the car to drop off Sachio he asked if you needed anything.

“just you coming back safe and sound” you smiled

“Really? Not even a fancy souvenir?” he tilted his head

“Well….yes actually, i’d fancy for....you” you giggled and pulled Joe for a slow kiss which made Santa, Ochio and Sachio cringe while Bonjiri thought it was sweet.

“Thank you, For everything” You whispered to him once you both pulled away.

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