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fukurodianthus · 3 years

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Cotton Candy Kisses

Synopsis: Let’s get one thing straight, confessions aren’t Ushijima Wakatoshi’s cup of tea, and the same goes for you when it comes to dealing with rejections. But then, your crackhead friends (who are done with watching two emotionally constipated fools pine for each other for two years) decide to take matters into their own hands.

Its a recipe for disaster, topped off with cherry coke and cotton candy.

Genre: Fluff, (a light sprinkle of angst thrown in), friends to lovers AU, mutual pining

Trigger warnings: Just a smol makeout scene lmao (not explicit), swearing(meanwhile, my mom: *disappointed brown parent noises*)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem! reader

Word count: 3k+

Author’s note: I planned to release this on valentine’s day, but my exam schedule said “no❤️”. N E ways, didnt get time to proofread it, so excuse the painful amount of errors it may have. (More unnecessary rambles notes at the end!)

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“Toshi, Terushima asked me out on a date.”

“Terushima as in Terushima Yuuiji from Johzenji? The one with piercings?” Ushijima sat on the gym floor, busy tying his shoelaces.

“Yeah.”

He sat facing away from you, so you had no way of telling how well he was taking this news.

Not like it mattered anyway.

For the last two-years, you had kept dropping subtle hints that you liked him. Hell, if baking heart-shaped red-velvet cookies for him every valentine’s day hadn’t given him the slightest hint that your feelings for him weren’t exactly platonic, probably nothing could make the stoic ace aware of your feelings.

Unless you directly said it to his face.

Wakatoshi, I like you.

Four words. There were just these four words standing between Wakatoshi and your undeclared feelings. Four words could free you from the shackles of this unrequited love that had been weighing you down for the past two years.

But what was the point anyway? He’d reject you, just like he rejected Ririka. The Ririka Hirai, captain of the girls’ volleyball team, the ace who wielded magic in her hands. Let alone the guys from Shiratorizawa, even boys from other prefectures were totally whipped for her. He didn’t even bat an eyelid before a firm ‘No’ rolled off his lips. She hated crying in front of others, but the redness in her eyes and her swollen eyelids made it obvious that her spirit had been crushed by the rejection. Her previous outgoing, warm and friendly nature had vanished within a few seconds as she withdrew herself into her shell.

If this is what rejections did to people, then you were fine with being crushed under the weight of unrequited love. And you didn’t have a Semi Eita in your life like she had, so there wouldn’t be anybody to help you out of your wallowing self-pity.

Your mind wandered back to your interaction with her yesterday, how she had pulled you into the locker room, firm hands wrapped around your wrists with no intention of letting go. You were reminded of her disastrous plan, and how you’d stupidly agreed to go along with it.

𝐈𝐈

(𝟐 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨)

“You love him, don’t you Y/N?” she asked you, cocking her head to her side as she twirled the green roots of het bubblegum colored hair. Why was she so oddly insistent on dying her hair like a meth-addicted oompa loompa? And the bigger question was, how the fuck did she look so good?

“I don’t know, Riri.” What did she expect to hear? How could you say that you weren’t half as brave as she’d been? You’d rather tend to the wounds that unrequited love caused than deal with the empty-black void of self-loathing, insecurities and embarrassment that rejection left behind.

“Y/N, I’m not a fool. I can see the way your eyes light up when he’s around.”

“So what? What the fuck should I do? Confess my feelings and get rejected? I’d rather wither under the weight of my undeclared feelings than have my soul crushed by a rejection from my best friend, thanks.” You knew you were wrong; you knew you should let go of these useless, painful feelings by confessing. Hearing him reject you would put the nail in the coffin of your one-sided love and you’d finally be free.

But you didn’t want to be free. Cowardice had this odd feeling of comfort attached to it, and you’d gotten used to it.

“Y/N, I’m not here to fight with you over a stupid himbo of a guy. It just hurts me to see you go through the same pain I had gone through. I’m just here to look out for you. I’ll give you my advice whether you want it or not, and its up to you if you’ll take it.”

You looked away. You knew that whatever she was going to say would probably make sense, she was such a smartass after all. She was never wrong, as much as you hated admitting it. Why was she such a good friend, why did she have to be so nice? It pissed you off.

“Ushijima is bad at this entire thing of love and friendships, its probably not big news to you, is it? His parents’ divorce ruined his faith in love.” She cleared her throat, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. “He doesn’t know how this entire thing of love and feelings work. Loving him is difficult, it’s like expecting an iceberg to provide you with warmth. But…” her voice trailed off.

“But what?”

“I think he likes you. He’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you. He never saved a seat for me at lunch the way he does for you. He acts...weird around you.”

“That’s bullshit Riri, he does that stuff for me because I’m his team's manager, you know?”

“You’re just as dense as him. Perfect! You’d make a great couple” she giggled, fluttering her long, black lashes.

“Why did you confess to him if you thought he liked me?”

“Oh, I was coming to that. You see, I was a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t like me back, so I thought I might as well get these stupid feelings of my chest and move on, you know? It still hurt a lot for a few days, though. Rejections sucks, that’s nothing new. And I kind of liked Semi, so it felt like I was emotionally cheating on him if I still liked Ushijima. So, I finally confessed to him after getting rid of my feelings for Ushiwaka.” She pressed her lips together and looked away, a faint blush blossoming on her cheeks.

“You and Semi are…”

“We’re a thing now, yeah.”

“I’m so happy for you Ririka!” you practically squealed, squishing her reddened cheeks.

“We had a talk yesterday and we decided that we can no longer bear to see you two emotionally constipated dummies pining for each other anymore, so we’re taking matters into our own hands.”

“What?” Your stared at her with widened eyes, praying she didn’t come up with any stupid plans to make the situation worse.

“Do you know Terushima from Johzenji?”

“Yeah, kinda, that tongue-piercing dude with an undercut, right?”

“He’s my friend and he has agreed to helping us.”

“Oh hell no.”

“I don’t take no for an answer, I’m sorry. Babe, you can come out now.”

You choked on your own spit as you saw Semi climbing out of Ririka’s locker.

“How the fuck did you even fit him in there? Was he there the whole time? What made you think sneaking your boyfriend into the girl’s locker room was a good idea?”

“Honey, that’s too many unnecessary questions, I ain’t answering them. And there’s nobody around. So, I don’t think we’ll get in any trouble as long as you don’t snitch.”

“I’m not going to snitch.”

“That’s what I thought. Now babe, tell her about our plan.”

Semi went over with the details of their plan.

Needless to say, it was a recipe for disaster, you were sure of it.

Having an affinity for all things disastrous, you agreed to their plan.

*flashback ends*

𝐈𝐈𝐈

(𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭)

“Y/N, you there?” Ushijima was done with tying his shoelaces a while ago and now stood in front of you, his tall frame cowering over you.

You snapped out of your trance.

“Yeah, I was j-just busy thinking about some stuff.” You smoothed out your skirt and gripped your bag tightly, and looking down at your feet. You could feel his gaze on your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“Stuff as in…Terushima? Were you thinking about him?”

You were taken aback by his uncharacteristically direct question and looked into his eyes. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips; his brows furrowed together in…concern?

Your imagination must be getting better of you.

“Yeah, I was thinking about our date, tomorrow.”

His eyes seemed duller than usual, lacking its usual lustre.

“He doesn’t have a reputation for being loyal, you know.” His words seemed long-drawn, forced, painful. As if it physically hurt him to get these words to roll of his tongue.

He ran his fingers through his greasy olive-brown hair, his gaze still fixed on you. You became painfully aware of the silence in the empty gym room. Why was your heart beating so loudly? Was his heart beating just as loud?

His breath hitched as you stepped closer to him. You noticed the way his sweat-drenched shirt clung to his body, highlighting his well-built frame, the way his lips glistened when he licked his lips, the way his tousled hair stuck to his forehead. You almost brushed those stray strands off his face. Almost.

You spoke in a low tone, almost in a whisper. This moment seemed fragile, like treading on thin ice. It felt as if you both were in a trance and any loud noise would snap you back to reality. You wouldn’t mind being stuck in this trance for a few eternities. “Terushima is a player, a heartbreaker. You think I don’t know that? Maybe I just want to have my heart broken, Toshi. Isn't it better than loving someone who will never love me back?”

He stared at you with a blank, unreadable expression. You noticed how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he gulped, his neck and collarbones glistening with sweat.

He had no business being this hot, godamnit.

“I just remembered, Coach Washijo wanted to have a talk with me-“ he took a step back, breaking eye contact with you.

“Coach Washijo is on a sick-leave for a week, Toshi.”

“Ah okay, right.” He turned on his heels and stormed out of the gym, the tips of his ears covered in a faint red glow.

How long will you keep running away Wakatoshi?

𝐈𝐕

(𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲)

“Yeah, chocolate will be fine.”

Terushima handed you the ice-cream cone, flashing his iconic toothy grin at you.

This park of the amusement park was quieter and calmer than the other parts. You were seated on a bench beside a mermaid shaped fountain. Behind you, far off in the distance was a Ferris wheel, lit up in pink and red neon lights, a classic decoration that was put up in this park every valentine’s day.

“Want anything else, babe?” He sat down beside you on the bench, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Dude, you don’t have to put on such a show, you know? You don’t have to make it so realistic.”

He threw his head back and let out another one of his irritating laughs. It was pretty cute, even though you’d never admit it aloud.

“Y/N who said I’m pretending? When Riri asked me to take you out on a fake date to make lover boy Toshi jealous, I thought this would be a pretty good opportunity to score a date with a cute girl, it doesn’t matter if the date is fake or not.”

“You even bought a couple’s ticket, huh?”

“This amusement park has a special valentine’s day offer for couples, fifty percent off for each ride, aint that crazy? I was just saving my coins princess.”

“I swear to god, call me that one more time and you’ll find my foot up your ass-“

“Ooh, kinky!”

It physically hurt you to not punch him and wipe that cheesy grin off his face. “I can’t handle you Terushima-” You hungrily bit down on the ice-cream, gobbling it up in a matter of a few seconds.

Terushima's nose scrunched up in disgust. “The fuck Y/N, who bites ice-cream like that! Are you a caveman or something?"

“Aw babe, didn’t you know? I’m not like other girls.” You dramatically flicked a stand of your hair, as your pretentious, catty tone drew a chuckle from him.

“C’mon now, fake date or not lets a have a good time! I’m done sitting around on this bench, we’re in an amusement park for fuck’s sake Y/N!” He took his black leather jacket off, flinging it around his shoulders, his white shirt clung to his skin. He looked like a stereotypical bad boy out of a wattpad book written by a 16-year-old. You bit down the urge to make a sarcastic comment about his appearance.

“Get up now, you lazy butt.” He offered you a hand.

You slapped his hand away and stood up, brushing the small remnants of the ice-cream cone off your plaid yellow dress.

“Damn, you feisty.”

“Serves you right, pisshead.”

He was about to make a snarky retort when his eyes suddenly landed on someone standing in the crowd beside the ferris wheel. “Looks like lover boy is here.”

“You sure its him?”

“A hundred and twenty percent ma’am! Now go get your man!” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before winking at you. “That’ll get him riled up enough.”

“You’re such a little shit-”

“Shut up, he’s coming here, go talk to him.”

You turned around on your heels to see Ushijima making his way towards you.

“Hey! What you doing here Toshi?” You tried putting on a surprised expression, but after seeing how Terushima snickered at you, you understood that you probably overdid it.

“Uhm, did I interrupt your d-date?” Ushijima looked painfully flustered. His eyes searched your face, looking for signs of annoyance or anger.

He was surprised at how happy you looked. Didn’t girls get annoyed when someone interrupted their dates? Ah, women, such complex creatures, all mysteries of the world seem irrelevant when compared to the mystery of a woman’s psyche.

“No, not at all! Do you want to tell me something?” You cocked you head and batted your eyelashes at him playfully.

But he remained silent, lips tightly pressed together as his eyes kept flickering between Terushima and you.

“Hey Yuuji, I’d like to talk to Toshi in private, maybe you could…you know-“

“Ah that was stupid of me! I’ll leave you two to yourselves. I’ll be at the Haunted Mansion if you need me, a friend of mine works there as a part time zombie.” He pointed finger guns at you and winked. "See ya later sweet cheeks!" You saw his silhouette fade into the distance.

It was only you and Ushijima now.

The golden glow from the setting sun and the faint pink lights from the faraway Ferris wheel illuminated his face in a rose-gold glow. He sported a red flannel shirt, more specifically the one you had bought for him while shopping with Tendou last summer.

He looked ethereal.

You cleared you throat. “Toshi? You wanted to tell me something, right?”

He looked started, unsure of himself. You looked at him with anticipation, your heart almost leaping out of your ribcage.

“Y/N, for the next match Yamagata will replace Akakura as the libero because he twisted his ankle in in the hallway today.”

Unbeknowst to you, Ririka and Semi hid behind an ice-cream truck in the distance, keeping an eye on you both. They could hear small excerpts of your conversation. So, when they heard Ushijima saying something about ‘match’ and ‘libero’, they let out frustrated groans. “That dense fucker messed up yet again.” they whispered under their breaths in unison.

Disappointment flashed across your face. Was he serious? How dense could a guy possibly be?

“You came this far, interrupted my date to tell me this, Toshi? You could just have messaged me, you know?” Your voice trembled, vision blurring with tears.

So much for love.

You felt stupid, you wanted to slap yourself across your face for being naïve enough to believe that Ushijima Wakatoshi could ever reciprocate your feelings.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

You started to walk away, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your dress, when you felt a strong arm coil across you waist.

Wakatoshi pulled you close, and in an instant his lips were on yours. You didn’t spare a second thought before kissing him back, your lips hungrily melting into his. You grazed your tongue across his lower lip as he pushed you against the fountain, one hand placed on the small of your back pulling your body closer and the other under your dress, grazing your thigh. Your fingers aimlessly hovered over his chest before gently tugging him by the collar of his shirt.

When he finally pulled away, you both stared at each other, panting breathlessly, hair drenched from the light spray of water cascading down the fountain. The warmth of his lips still lingered on your mouth.

The sound of his voice snapped you out of your dreamlike trance. “Tendou and Semi told me that I wasn’t worthy enough of being Shiratorizawa’s ace if I chickened out of professing my feelings to the girl I’ve liked for two years. How could I sit back and watch that guy from Johzenji steal you away? I like you Y/N, and I'm tired of pretending that I don't."

You were about to respond when Semi’s voice rang out from behind the ice-cream truck.

“Oh my god Riri! Did you see that? They kissed! I’m so proud of my miracle boy-”

“Keep it down you dimwit, or they’ll hear us-“

You let out a soft chuckle and took Ushijima’s hand in yours. “Wouldn't it be very surprising if Semi and Riri suddenly popped out from behind that ice-cream truck, Toshi? But that's totally impossible right? Not like they'd ever eavesdrop on us-"

Semi and Ririka slowly made their way towards you, eyes downcast with guilt.

“We didn’t mean to intrude-” Semi started to explain.

“Shut your trap, you shitheads, we wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for you.” You chirped, drawing them into a tight embrace.

“What do you mean Y/N?” Ushijima stared at you, confused. You stifled a chuckle.

“Well, we actually made a plan…” Ririka started explaining.

After Semi, Ririka and you explained your entire scheme to him, he stared at you, confused, open mouthed.

“You could just have told me, you know? All this to get me jealous?”

“I was scared of getting rejected, Toshi.”

“I’d never reject you!”

“And how the fuck was I supposed to know that? You never showed any signs of recognition at my hints, how was I supposed to know you liked me? You huffed.

“Well, I suppose I…nevermind.”

“No, finish your sentence!”

“Would you like to ride the Ferris Wheel, Y/N?”

“Thought you’d never ask. But first, buy some cotton candy for your lady love.” He took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers with his. "Anything for my girl."

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Ushijima’s lips softly grazed you neck, his hot breath fanning across your collarbones.

The soft pink light from the Ferris Wheel lit his face up.

Wiping a piece of leftover cotton candy from your lips, he suddenly asked, “Why do you love me, Y/N?”

You thought of the times he saved extra bento boxes for you after lunch when you refused to eat properly, how he’d stayed awake, sitting in your bedside chair, taking care of you as your body burned in fever, how he’d laugh at your stupid jokes even though they weren’t anything close to being funny, or how he’d show up at your door with cotton candy and cherry coke whenever you were under the weather.

You pressed your lips against his before whispering,

“What’s there to not love, Toshi?”

Author’s rambles notes pt. 2: Ririka Hirai isn’t a very well-known character, but I decided to add her anyways because the girl’s volleyball team characters deserve some love too! You can find more about her here (if it very isnt obvious already, I find her character absolutely adorable!)

N E ways, I hope you enjoyed reading this fic(which has absolutely 0 grammatical errors and i totally didnt write this while overdosing on an unhealthy amount of coffee at three in the morning)

Reblogs would be highly appreciated!

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karasuno-volley · 3 years

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HAIKYUU THIRD YEARS + SAYING I LOVE YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

( ft. aoba johsai + karasuno )

plot: how the third years say i love you for the first time.

pairing: seijoh / karasuno third years + gn!reader (slight fem!reader implied for asahi + oikawa)

a/n: fair warning, i did google personalities for makki/mattsun so i can get a sense of how they act. :) shoutout to haikyuu wiki. liking/reblogging welcome, no reposting though! also, hmu if you want to be put on a taglist !! love, volley.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE ?

Oikawa Tooru would never admit it, but he is helplessly in love with you. He isn’t sure why, but this feeling comes in waves. One day it is subtle and stirring in the back of his mind, the others, when your lips collide and your breath is hot on his neck, it’s a tsunami. Now, with your head in his lap, the movie you had chosen plays idly in the background. Neither of you are paying attention-- you’re distracted by his long fingers from one of his hands in both of your own, and Oikawa’s distracted as his free hand runs through your hair. It is a soft moment; Oikawa feels like he’s drowning, but in a way that resembles falling asleep. He knows he has to say it now, to say it first. If he has to find similarities here, perhaps it’s breaking the surface to see the sun above. Perhaps it’s the first breath he’s ever taken, and exhaled with a soft-- “I love you.” You hear him, of course. It’s quiet and lovely and wraps your heart in velvet. You find his eyes, kiss the pads of his fingers to your lips. What is there to say? “I love you, too.” Just like that, Oikawa is drowning in you.

He does not mince words, you know this. Iwaizumi was calm and supportive, even when you decide to get ice cream in the dead of winter. He doesn’t order anything with you, but insists on paying for you. As the pair of you walk idly through a nearby park, he can feel his senses adjusting to you, for the first time in forever. It’s not like he’s never focused on you-- it’s quite the opposite. However, now, with you taking small bites of your mochi and the snow falling into your hair from the looming trees, it’s all he can do to not look at you. He’s distracted by your lips as you speak, your eyes as they convey all sorts of emotions. Iwaizumi can always read you, that’s his strength. But now, at least to you, he doesn’t seem to even be listening to your story.

You stop suddenly on the walking path, and he does, too, though obviously startled. “Are you okay?” You ask. His eyes don’t leave you. “I love you.” He says it like he’s dumbfounded, as if stumbling across an answer he’s been looking for for far too long. You only smile, picking up one of your mochi from its container and putting it between his lips. When he bites down, it’s strawberry. He can’t stop himself from thinking that it matches the taste of your lips perfectly.

It wasn’t like the pair of you were doing anything special. In fact, it was the opposite. The rain had ruined any plan you had of taking your boyfriend out for a picnic, so you were a bit down on the idea of doing nothing. However, when you walk into his house a bit later after Takahiro had offered the idea of just hanging out, you see it. A checkered blanket, a basket. A few bentos and drinks laid out. “Makki? What is this?” You ask, and you can’t stop a smile. “Uh, a picnic?” He says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Smartass.” You say, but join him anyways, happy to be doing anything other than the ordinary.

You two talk for a few hours, much longer than you had actually planned. You knew you had homework to do, but it really only felt like minutes. “Hey, I have to tell you something.” Makki doesn’t even look at you when he makes his confession, really. Only a few quick glances your way. “I love you.” You sit there for a moment, face blank. He panics, thinking he’s made a mistake. Maybe you don’t feel the same way? He’s about to backtrack horribly, but then you kiss his cheek. When he finally gets a new view of you, you’re blushing, taking another sip of water. “I love you, too.” He’s never seen anything so lovely.

You never knew how funny Mattsun could be until you started dating. Constant cut-and-dry jokes lead to light-hearted dates. It could be a walk in the park, bike rides, a trip to a convenience store: whatever the situation was, it usually led to more laughs than anything else. His teammates didn’t usually get this side of him, and you know this. It’s a savory feeling that you couldn’t get enough of. He never smiled enough, but now that you two are dating, even Oikawa admitted on more than one occasion that something had changed in him for the better.

Now, as he guides you down a cherry-blossom filled path, he’s oddly silent. “Mattsun?” You say, trying to catch up with the boy’s long strides to get a look at his face. You worry something might be wrong, until he says: “You know I love you, right?” You laugh, and then he stops, turns to you. Mattsun’s eyes are lively, bright. A new emotion. “I tell you I love you, and you laugh?” He’s incredulous, but not angry. You pause, your smile slowly morphing into something slightly more like shock. “You… You’re serious?” “Yes!” He says, throwing his hands into the air as he continues walking. You’re a half step behind him as he laughs. “God, I’ve been working up the nerve all week to tell you that!” You step in front of him, hand on his chest to force him to stop moving. You kiss his lips, smiling. “Mattsun, I love you.” You turn, high-tailing it down the sidewalk. He chases you, arms waving in the air like a madman. “Hey! That’s my line!”

“Koushi, please.” You beg, both his hands in your own. “Please? It’s been forever.” Your boyfriend only laughs. “What? We went out three days ago! Besides, we both know we have stuff to do.” “Do we?” You give him the best puppy eyes you can manage. Something in Suga’s expression alters, his eyes turning soft and melted. He sighs, a small smile appearing on his lips. “I…. uh, fine. But we’ll just get ramen or something, okay?” This changes your frown into a fast and easy smile. You kiss his cheek quickly before continuing on past your house and towards the small ramen shop on the corner before you realize Suga isn’t actually following.

His hands in his pockets, he watches you with a dumb smile on his face that hasn’t gone away quite yet. “Hello?” You say after him, turning on your heels before he finally comes back to his senses to catch up to you. “What was that? Lost in thought?” You ask, laughing. “What? No, it’s nothing. I just love you.” Before you could reply, Suga runs past you to beat you to the front doors of the small cafe. “You what?” You call after him, disbelief all over your features. “Come on! You don’t want your ramen to get cold, do you?” “Suga, it’s a restaurant! It’s not going to get cold!” You chase after him, your heart lighter than it’s ever been.

Perhaps he should have known this already, that you’d be upset. He looks at you stupidly, and you have half a mind to hit his shoulder. You don’t, but God, are you close. “Sawamura!” You whine, and Daichi seems to snap out of it. He isn’t used to you calling him anything but Daichi or any number of pet names. “C’mon, darling. Don’t be so upset. It’s just one grade.” He gently takes the exam from your hands, looking it over. In fact, he isn’t. His eyes glance towards you the whole time, watching as you pull your hair up, run your hands down your face. “What am I supposed to tell my mom? If I don’t pass this class, I…”

“Your mom will understand.” Daichi says, slowly handing the paper back to you. You take it, adding a few creases to its smooth surface. “If it makes you feel any better, I still love you.” He isn’t sure why he chooses then to say it. Maybe he wants to see the frown on your face dissipate. Maybe he just wants to hear you say it back. You look around the empty hallway, and find the pair of you alone, before you turn back to your boyfriend. “How’s that supposed to make me feel?” “Hopefully better?” Daichi asks hopefully, a dumb grin on his face.

You did not want to be sick today. That was easier said than done, however, especially with allergy season on the rise. You hadn’t told Asahi you weren’t going to school that day. In fact, the medicine you had taken early in the morning caused you to sleep through most of the day. You only wake from your sleep when there’s a knock at the door, and you rise groggily to answer. When you do, you see Asahi there, sheepishly holding a bag from Shimada Mart. “Hey, I, uh… brought you some stuff?” It wasn’t a question, but it was sure phrased like one. “Asahi, what are you doing here? How did you know?” He smiles, almost a little embarrassed. Normally he wouldn’t show without at least texting to let you know he was coming over. He’d never actually seen you in anything but casual clothes or your school uniform. Your pajama pants were covered in different dogs, a loose white t-shirt a horrible substitute to your favorite blouse.

“You didn’t answer my texts. Can I come in?” “If you want to get sick, sure.” You open the door for him, and Asahi enters, taking his shoes off at the door. He surveys the couch where you had obviously just been resting. “Go lay down.” He nods towards the living room. “I’ll go make you some tea.” You don’t have the strength to argue. When Asahi returns, two cups of tea in hand, you’re already asleep. He sets the cups down as quietly as he can manage, settling himself in by you. His hand takes your own, and you adjust for it easily, even in your sleep, the back of his hand pressed against your lips. He says it, but there’s no way you hear. Asahi doesn’t mind, though. He can always tell you again when you wake up. For now, he leans back, covers you in a blanket, and settles in for a long evening.

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underappreciated-characters · 3 years

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COLD SHEETS

Pairing: Denki Kaminari x Reader x Sero Hanta

Tags: Angst, Love triangle

Summary: After what seems like ages of being a lonely house spouse, your husbands best friend starts to check up on you. However, this innocent act quickly turns into something much more.

Misc: Cheater!Reader, HouseSpouse!Reader, Fem!Reader

A/N: part one maybe?

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When you think of why this all started, it seems obvious. The two of you had long since drifted apart. Denki only ever came home to sleep, if he even felt the need to do that. The only time you even saw him was on T.V., surrounded by other much more beautiful women who were vital to his popularity, to his career. The world needed him as the Stun Gun hero, Chargebolt, but you needed him as your Denki. The bond the two of you shared was sacred. That’s why you knew you should feel guilty about what you had done -what you were doing- but that was the worst part; You didn’t.

You really had loved him when the two of you were younger. Perhaps it was because you were naïve and in love that made you think his messages and occasional thoughtful gifts would always be enough for you. However, the truth was the devastating loneliness of being a house wife was too much. It wasn’t that you didn’t try other things. You had hundreds of hobbies to fill the gap - but none of them could fill the gap he left. Except for one. When his best friend began to check up on you, that was the beginning of the end.

It hadn’t started as such, but your illicit affair with Sero Hanta quickly became hot and heavy. It was just sex. He was there to not only fill the gap that your husband's absence left in you, but to fill anything else you pleased. The first kiss was soft and tentative, but when you gave him the go ahead, it changed into so much more. It was fueled with longing and desire. It made you feel beautiful and wanted. His hands slowly made their way down from your face to your hips. His touch light and feathery.

You guided him to the bedroom and he laid you down. Your skin ached with lust as Sero touched you in all the right places. His tongue, his lips, his hips - it was all driving you over the edge. The both of you moved fluidly and in sync. He seemed to know your every want without you having to tell him. He left you breathless in a way that Denki never did.

It was fine. You could stop yourself anytime you wanted. You were using Sero in Denki’s place the same way Sero was using you in the absence of a partner. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself, until, one day, you found yourself sitting across from him in public. Then came the glancing down at your hands and the urge to intertwine them. There were conversations that lasted for hours about everything and nothing all at once. The kissing grew gentler, the sex less frequent but somehow more fulfilling. Then the dreaded words that sent a shiver down your spine;

“ I love you. ”

You weren’t even entirely sure he had meant to say it, it came out so casually. The conversation came to a standstill. Suddenly the background noises became unbearably loud. “I-”“Do you mean it?”

“Do you want me to?” Never before had you been so unsure of what your answer should be. “I have to think about-” “Hey!” Came a voice that used to be oh so familiar.

“Hey, Denki, what’s up, bro?” Hanta asked with a grin. You stiffened as you felt him come up behind you. “What’s this? Sero Hanta on a date?” He asked before getting a good look at who was sitting down. “Oh, (Y/n), what a surprise!” Denki exclaimed.

“What are you two doing together?” He asked, pulling up a chair. “Oh, you know, just talking about what the best way to dump you would be.” Sero said with a grin. Your breathing stopped. “Smartass.” Denki said, giving Sero a well placed punch in the shoulder. “Nah, just happened to run into each other while I was on patrol. Realized how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other and decided to catch up. How can we all work at the same agency and not talk to each other anymore?”

As Sero steered the conversation into more casual waters, your breathing returned to its normal pace. Denki, of course, spent only a couple minutes with them before getting recognized. “Ah, looks like my fans have found me and I am way too tired to do autographs today. Handle this for me while I walk my wife home, will you, Sero?” “Sure, what are friends for?”

You followed Denki to his parked car about a block away. “So did you and Sero get to catch up? What did you guys talk about?” The blonde asked. “About how much has changed since we were all in school, mostly.” You said, eyes trained on the window. A new feeling of unease grew in the pit of your stomach. Guilt.

You felt so guilty just sitting next to him. “(Y/n)?” “Huh?” “I said I’m sorry.” You had been so wrapped up in your anxious thoughts, you hadn’t even realized the car had long since come to a halt at your front door. “I know I’ve been gone for so long and we haven’t gotten any time together lately. I’m sorry.”

“O-Oh. Don’t worry about it Denki, I’m fine on my own.” You replied. “Of course, you are. You’re (F/n)(L/n), strongest hero in Japan.” He said. “But you shouldn’t have to do everything by yourself. I’m gonna take some time off so we can be together again.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as your anxiety and guilt reached their peak. His arms wrapped around you, bringing you into a gentle embrace. “I know, I’ve missed you too, my love.”

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goopyartiste · 3 years

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Love Lost

Prompt: loosely inspired by “just a boy” by Alaina Castillo

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: 15+, swearing, drinking and alcohol, implied sexual acts

Word Count: 2.1k words

A/N: this one was super fun to make actually! this was the first time i had properly written for Bakugo, so hopefully it turned out well! i really just thought of this while listening to my angsty playlist, so it just grew from there! thanks to @peach-pops and @sugas-sweetheart both for beta reading this and helping me actually finish this in time. now on to the story! enjoy <3

You were never supposed to find out, especially not through Denki. Spending the evening with Sero and Denki at his house was supposed to be your escape from the reality that was your failing relationship with Bakugo. Tonight was not supposed to bring you more stress.

“I’m telling you Y/N,” Denki slurred, clearly inebriated, “he told us that at that bar, you know, the one he always goes to, he met a girl and hooked up with her!”

Sero, also drunk, took this opportunity to jump in, “Dude! You’re right! I completely forgot he told us!”

While the two continued their conversation, you remained seated on the couch, absolutely at a loss for words. Of course you were no idiot. You were painfully aware of the struggles you and your partner were facing. You just never expected him to cheat on you, especially since he had promised to begin to fix your relationship. Now you were wondering, how long has he been keeping this from you?

And thus, thanks to Kaminari, your mind fell into a downward emotional spiral. Where did they go? Was it in your shared bed? In hers? Were you just not good enough? Did he continue to see her? Was it a one night stand? Thoughts like these circled your mind for at least a week after Kaminari’s slip up, and as much as you wanted to tell someone, anyone, about what was going on through your mind, you were stuck. Finally, you decided to not stoop down to Bakugo’s level and give him the opportunity to confess. Surely, he would, right?

Unfortunately, Bakugo just had to prove you wrong once again. Even with your constant hints to confess, he remained stoic to your advances. You carefully tried to incite a conversation with him about anything, but you were always shut down. Either he still didn’t understand that you knew, or he frankly didn’t want to talk about it with you. All this back and forth, tip toeing around an invisible line, drove you absolutely insane.

So, you did something about it.

One day, you managed to both be in the house at the same time. Seeing this you snatched the opportunity fate had thrown your way. You had just about enough of his stubbornness. Walking to the kitchen, you found him sitting on the couch. Quickly, you approached him.

“Bakugo, I have a question for you.”

The usually loud and abrasive man only stared you down with a twinge of fear in his crimson eyes. He was aware that you knew, that much as obvious solely by the fact that you addressed him by his last name. Although he knew what he did, the man in front of you only wished to delay the inevitable. Of course, Bakugo still had to put up a front.

Glaring at you, he took his time responding to you, “Go ahead dumbass, I’m listening.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the nickname. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment, you were unsure. Deciding to ignore the searing warmth present, you continued.

“Do you trust me?”

Bakugo tensed slightly at your question, already knowing where this conversation could go. It was time to face the problem at hand.

“Yeah, I do,” he responded, anticipating the end of your inquiries.

“Well, that’s good to know. Now tell me, would you like it if i held secrets from you? Some potentially shocking news?”

“Well, no-”

You cut him off, “Ah! That’s good to know. You don’t mind if I ask another question do you?”

The atmosphere around the both of you was heavy with tension and anger, both of you wanting to say something, but repressing it in hopes of escalating the simmering situation.

Bakugo begins, clearly holding back his anger, “Go ahead smartass, you already asked two anyways.”

This ticked you off. How did he have the gall to call you a smartass when he was sitting there so nonchalantly answering your questions as if this wasn’t serious. Thus, you had had just about enough of him and his attitude.

“So, Bakugo,” you spat out lacing your voice with as much venom as you could while feigning innocence, “you know I trust you whenever you’re with me. That’s just obvious. But when you leave, I don't know what to think. I mean, what if let's say some girl come up to you and suddenly you lose all control?”

You stared at him once more, “How could I trust you then?”

“What are you implying, Y/N? Are you sure this shit isn’t you mind at work again or are you trying to make me mad?” Bakugo answered, clearly trying to avoid answering the question. You were right after all.

You couldn’t trust him then.

“Oh I’m sure I'm not crazy. I also know that this isn’t all in my head.”

“Really?” He looked at you dubiously. “And how would you know that?”

You took a step towards him, looking at his enchanting vermillion eyes. God how you wished the relationship with him didn’t have to end like this. As soon as you were close enough, you slowly began to sneer at him as you spat out your answer.

“Denki told me.” He stopped glaring, fear flashed in his carnelian eyes before it vanished. You continued, “yeah it’s funny, he told me you hooked up with a girl at a bar at least a month ago.”

“So, dunce face spilled huh? Doesn't matter anyway its in the past,” Bakugo retorted quickly, hoping that this would be the end of this conversation. But his attempt to change the conversation failed.

For you, this was the final straw. His constant ignorance towards your plight and his attempts to change the subject pissed you off.

“I thought you were over this from high school,” you spat. “Don't insult one of your friends! The only reason he even told me was because he was drunk! And, if you don't mind, I would very much like to discuss this ‘past event’ since, ya’ know it impacts me too.”

You stared at him, taking a shaky breath before continuing, “be honest with me, were you ever gonna tell me?”

“y/n-”

“No! I need you to be honest. Were you ever gonna tell me?” You shouted, trying to get him to listen to you for once.

Bakugo tensed. His response would either diffuse or inflame the situation. Sadly, he knew where his next words would take him.

“No, I wasn’t gonna tell you. Are you happy now?”

You scoffed. “So I'm not good enough to be told when my boyfriend fucks someone else?” Tears began to well up in your eyes.

No, you refused to let him see you cry.

“I can't believe you were going to let me love a lie.”

Bakugo felt himself start to become riled up. He felt his breathing rapidly increase. To him, you weren’t understanding. This moment marked the tipping of the scale, frustration and anger overtaking tension.

“Oh please! Quit exaggerating will you?! What were you gonna do if I told you? Were you gonna yell? Scream? Cry? Were you gonna question me or just pack your bags and leave? What would you have done?”

You flinched at his gruff tone, clearly caught off guard. In a silent defeat, you responded, “I don't know..”

“What was that? Speak louder.”

“I said I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WOULD HAVE DONE!” You knew you shouldn’t have let your feelings overtake you, but his brash pestering began to whittle you down. “I don't know if we could have worked things out or not but all I know is that we are here now and it's up to you to explain to me why and how.”

Bakugo was startled at this. He never expected for you to ask for his own side of the story. His whole body was begging for him to just let go, tell you everything and be vulnerable. But his own inhibitions stopped him. “Explain what to you? What is there to explain?”

“I don't know! How about you start with the whole situation and why you thought it best to cheat in the first place!”

“Well then picture this, hm?” Bakugo began, gesturing with his pointer finger. “We got into one of our usual fights. I left here like always and went to a bar. There, a woman took me to her place while I was drunk. But I wasn’t going to leave you for her, but because of all of our fights until you decided to try to work things out!”

You and Bakugo looked into each other’s eyes, and indescribable emptiness and brokenness being the only emotions you both saw. He had said too much, and you heard the one thing you didn't want to hear. He was planning on leaving you from the start.

The tears that had threatened to fall earlier now trailed down from your eyes as you slowly made your own feelings known. “You know what Bakugo, I’ve had just about enough of you. All my life I thought we could actually be together. You know one of those cute couples that love each other. Ever since our first year at U.A. I’ve pined after you, but now? I live in constant fear that I’m not good enough. I live in a state of mind where I fear that one day you’ll wake up and leave me. And now? You tell me you wouldn't even tell me if you've been loyal or not. Hell! You don’t even want to be with me!”

Bakugo froze, pain evident in his eyes. He knew he had gone too far.

“Y/N-”

“Don't,” you took a step back, “come near me please. The only thing I know right now is that I can't be near you. I don’t want to be near you. I thought we could work this out or maybe find a solution, but I can't. At least not now.”

Bakugo started at your cowering figure. He had done this to you, the person he had finally learned to love. How could you just ask him to let you go now?

“Y/N, please. You've shown me how much you love me. I’m not the same person I was a few months ago. That woman was in the past. You are my now,” Bakugo was practically begging at this point, his walls crumbling down too late to change your mind.

You managed to look up, finding his eyes. Both of you were hurt, too much to continue this conversation. You carefully took a step towards him, almost as if floating on air.

Gently caressing his cheek, you struck one final blow to his heart, “I’m sorry Katsuki, but I don't think we were the right fit together. We didn’t work and that's okay. Right now, I need some space.”

Bakugo watched as you gracefully turned from his view. It took him too long for your words to finally sink in, leaving him frozen. No, you couldn’t leave him. Not with the way you tenderly said his name. Not after you softly held his cheek after he spent months ignoring your touch. Your figure drifted across the room, grabbing a small bag and filling it with some of your belongings while making your way over to the entrance to the abode that you both shared.

“I'll be back in a few days once I've cleared my head and come up with a decision. You turned to face him, making sure to lock eyes with him as you said your final goodbyes. “I love you, Katsuki, I really do.”

These were your final words as you left your apartment. With the sound of the door closing, Bakugo felt his knees collapse as he hit the floor with a thud. He felt as if he had just been dropped into the arctic, frozen from shock, almost dumbfounded by what he had just done. He slowly felt a tear roll down his face, followed by another. It wasn't long until sobs wracked his body as he knelt on the floor. The hot and heavy tears flowed endlessly until he felt his lungs ache. His breathing became erratic, no clear pattern or rhythm as he struggled to catch his breath. His whole body was shaking as he sobbed hunched over, holding his body to keep himself grounded.

Katsuki Bakugo has just lost the best thing in his life, and there was no getting them back.

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fanfictiondreamscape · 4 years

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First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 1)

Title: First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 1)

Genre: fluff, tons of it

Pairing: Sugawara/Tsukishima/Yaku/Akaashi/Kunimi x reader (all separate)

Notes: Nothing too unusual, but I thought that I’d start the posting to get something on the page. Whether it gets read, we’ll find out, but I couldn’t help myself. Onto the cliche headcanons. (I may do more of these, but for the time being, this will only consist of my top five characters in the anime). Quick note: some of these may be longer than others.

Only a forewarning, but inspiration hit harder in certain areas, y’know.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Masterlist

Sugawara Koushi

ok so

hear me out here, but I think that - for this to happen - it’d be with someone very shy.

someone that’s very shy and reserved while also remaining very aloof and observant

(maybe even a little sarcastic?)

like...he’d be attracted to their air, y’know?

as for the kiss...

the kiss itself would be done somewhere fairly private. and a little covered in shadow

someplace like the back row of a movie theater or the hidden corner of a cafe or restaurant. maybe even out in public when nobody’s outside (read: late night walk in the park)

like seriously, just imagine that, i swear-

ANYWAYS

the two of you would be holding hands, he’d be admiring you while you’re doing whatever you do

he thinks everything you do is adorable, and he can’t help but admire you

it’s only when you notice his googly eyes that you let him know that you know he was staring

he’d blush a little, but remain generally composed.

the quiet would be broken very suddenly by suga

“your so cute when you’re focused.”

little did you know, you were pouting.

he found that the most adorable.

he continued to watch you as you turned your eyes to the floor

oH BOY DID HIS HEART FLUTTER-

he couldn’t help himself.

time seemed to slow down as you looked up and he leaned in closer.

eventually, the two of you were staring into each others eyes

and once he peeked down for a millisecond, he kissed you

the kiss itself was very sweet, very gentle, but also had a slight bite to it?

(how am I supposed to explain this? does this even make any sense?)

as it got more passionate, he cupped your cheek with his hand as you gripped his shoulder lightly

as the two of you pulled away from each other, everything around you was a little blurry

even through the shadows, he could see that you were blushing a firetruck red

(little did he know, he was blushing the same color)

overall, the first kiss between you two would be very romantic and very sweet.

considering it’s suga, though, prepare for a little teasing and a tight hug afterwards.

Tsukishima Kei

THIS BOI I SWEAR-

it’s a well known fact that this beanpole is very obnoxious and snarky

so his s/o would be very much the same

maybe not as introverted, but very much sarcastic and witty

in order to last with this smartass, you’d have to be intelligent and have thick skin

good luck

otherwise, the kiss would most likely happen somewhere very private.

like his s/o’s room or his room, or when they’re home alone.

just somewhere very private and comfy

now here’s the thing-

i think the kiss itself would happen in the midst of a debate

something to throw the other off, y’know?

sooo...

the TV is playing in the background, probably some movie with a huge plot hole

it annoys both of you, but the two of you have two different opinions of how the plot hole could be fixed.

like...

you’re claiming that the timeline could be fixed had they found a certain item before a different one

and he’s claiming that the timeline could be fixed without the inclusion of either item

a whole back-and-forth ensues

the kiss itself though

that happens when you are starting to hesitate with comebacks and reasoning

like-

you know you’re right, but he’s pressing your buttons so much

the timeline is heavily dependent on the items that you stand by, so

(though he won’t admit it, he knows that the items are beneficial to the plot, and he’s only doing this to see you get flustered and red)

since tsukki’s not backing down, you decide that you have to do something drastic

something that’ll make the smart mouth speechless

so you decide that the time is now

when he’s looking at you with that smug look on his face, his mouth just slightly opened and about to make some baseless remark

you lean in and kiss him

it’s very short, very light

but now that he is shocked, you’re happy.

except...

he regains his composure and tilts your head to meet him

he kisses you this time

this time, its very passionate, a little rough, and a little messy

but the both of you enjoy it very much

the two of you act like nothing happened, but it’s the little moments like that that make the two of you happy

and you two tend to kiss and get a little more clingy in private-

overall, very short and kind of sneaky.

there’s still love behind it, of course

but there’s no real ‘pause’ or slowing of time until the second kiss

Yaku Morisuke

now-

i believe that this guy would be drawn to someone that’s very bubbly and energetic

not like yamamoto or lev, but very high-energy and outgoing

which also leads to the setting

A VOLLEYBALL GAME!

who tf would’ve guessed, oh my-

so like, the team is going up against a really powerful and notoriously defensive team

and while Nekoma is going HARD

they’re still behind

the sets were even and the odds did not seem to be in their favor

you’re in the stands, next to the mini yamamoto and lev’s sister

cheering loudly, helping lev’s sister understand the game a little better

anyway...

things are getting tough, and they call a time out

when Nekoma goes to their spot to discuss

you make eye contact with yaku

and you send him a thumbs up while mouthing ‘you got this!’

he sends you a big smile

and his upbeat mood almost completely lifts the slowly dengenerating one of the team

so when they are done elaborating a game plan following the slight loss of a flow

the members in play go onto the court rejuvenated.

with the new energy, they’re able to snag the lead

and, with a three-point difference, they win 25-22

a close call, but they’re excited nonetheless.

so are you and the girls that you were cheering with

as soon as they are finished lining up and people start to leave

you immediately run out of the gym and wait by the doors for your boyfriend and the team to come out

when they do, yaku comes out a little after the other team members

it’s your squeal that shocks him

the kiss happens when you jump onto him

(think something like the falling kiss between victor and yuuri from YOI)

kind of rough, slight teeth, but very romantic and passionate.

nothing bordering on lustful, but most definitely NOT shy

it would eventually mellow out to be more gentle and tame

the scene would lead to mixed reactions from the team, but

you can be sure that kuroo would have some smart remark, lev would have a dumb remark, and yamamoto would be fussing that he doesn’t have a girl

overall, while the kiss would be surprising and rough at first, it would calm down a lot

very romantic, very shocking, but also very memorable

ok but on another note, can something like this happen to me please-

Akaashi Keiji

ok now

this guy would probably be drawn to someone very laidback

kind of chaotic (think quiet chaos)

and very outgoing

like, someone like beck from victorious?

oh god, it’s all coming back to me now-

not so flirty and borderline flighty, but they’d carry the same air that beck does

otherwise, the kiss would probably happen when the two of you are in a private area of something

like a friendly outing or something, and bokuto would be acting like a fool with kuroo or another team member

so like-

the two of you would be cuddled up next to each other silently

maybe like in a less-obvious area

someplace hidden

and you’d just be doing your own thing

playing on your phone, reading, maybe even studying with the pretty setter

either way, you’re absorbed in your work

just as much as he is

though he has been taking slight peeks at you while you were doing whatever

it was distracting him

and he was trying to read

just imagine him thinking

‘they’re so pretty when they’re focused’

you don’t realize that he’s staring at you, but you do eventually are made aware of someone looking at you

with this guy being how he is, he’d probably just keep looking if you made eye contact with him

you’d laugh, he’d turn a little red

ultimately, though, he’d lean forward despite the flustered reaction.

he’d pause in front of you, just watching your lips twitch up into a small smile

a little nod would be the unspoken allowance that he was asking for.

now.

THE KISS

HOO BOY

i imagine that this would be magical

like-

the sparks never leave even after a couple hours.

even then, the remaining sparks are like little fairies that won’t leave your side.

it’s slow, it’s soft, it’s romantic

it’s also not the most gentle, not the most experienced, not the most clean (for lack of a better word)

but it’s everything that either of you could’ve asked for

when the two of you pull away, you giggle a little

akaashi smiles a little

(you know the one!)

anyway, after the kiss

you two would be made aware of the people around you

like bokuto

who is screaming “YEAH! FINALLY!”

you full on bust out laughing and akaashi rolls his eyes

(he may appear bothered, but he finds it endearing)

he does keep a slightly tighter grip on you after that though

overall, his kiss, in my opinion would be the best

if not THE best, then ONE of the best (next to yaku’s oop-)

very smooth, but very inexperienced

while also remaining so unabashedly him, y’know?

Kunimi Akira

now, i haven’t seen as much love for this guy

while i may be missing it or not looking in the right place, i thought i’d contribute to the kunimi train

ANYWAYY

i think he’d go for a bookworm

not necessarily quiet or loud, but very much to themselves.

someone whose shell would have to break

kunimi would probably be best friends with his s/o before he even thought of wanting to date them

and much like suga, i think that the first kiss would happen somewhere slightly private

by slightly private, i mean an area that couples would be plentiful

amusement parks, regular parks, you get it

either way, the area wouldn’t change the kind of kiss

since he is so quiet, i feel like he’d find a way to just relax with you

in a place that is ironically romantic (considering he doesn’t care too much)

that being said, i imagine that this would happen on the ferris wheel

cliche, i know, but just let me elaborate

it’d be getting dark, the two of you would have been at the amusement park with your friends

or maybe even upperclassmen

either way, you two have finally gotten a break from the personalities

and you just want time with each other

no talking, just calm and quiet

anyway, on your search to find something quiet to do

kunimi sees the ferris wheel and notices that the line isn’t very long

(perfect for him, seeing as his laziness is a factor written in the wiki-)

he directs your attention to it in a way that involves little words, and you agree to his suggestion

after a few minutes of waiting, you two get seated and just sit in silence

throughout the whole ride (up to this point), kunimi was looking at you

observing how the sunset makes you glow in the light

how the carnival lights reflect in your eyes

and he melts

you wouldn’t notice it since you are so absorbed in the view of the event

and he is absorbed in the view of you

now, here’s where things get odd

he wouldn’t know how to approach the thought of your first kiss when it crosses his mind

all he knew is that he refused to plan it, the idea struck him, and the timing was perfect.

so.

he just reaches for you hand, and when you turn to look at him

he quickly leans in and pecks your lips

short, sweet, but full of love

definitely leaves the both of you flustered, but

you two do end up scooting a little closer to you after it

and spend the rest of the night at each other’s hip

overall, the kiss is very quick

don’t let that fool you, though, especially with kunimi

the kiss is perfect coming from him, and wouldn’t be the slightest bit overwhelming

it’d leave for more calm atmosphere between the two of you

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sexysilverstrider · 4 years

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Thundering Heartbeat (Raymond/Resident Rep)

Told yall I’ll write this scene because I’m a romantic sap.

She often saw herself as a stubborn fool. The rainstorm wasn’t about to calm down anytime soon. She could—could—just make a mad dash for it back to the resident area. But Hana knew the distance between that western side of the island and eastern side—the side where she woefully stood on—was quite far even if she ran. And that didn’t add up the fact that her mansion was at the top of the hill. She would be a soaking mess by the time she reached her door. Damn her and her architectural planning. “Ugh…” A groan, slipped between clenched teeth was swallowed by the manic drum of the rain. Luckily she managed to find shelter under a roof of a small stall. While there wasn’t much room to begin with, Hana was at least glad her top half was dry. She didn’t mind the rain. In fact, she loved it. But ever since she got a terrible cold the last time she walked around under a heavy rainstorm without an umbrella—and being lectured by Judy for hours afterwards—Hana learned her lesson to never, ever, repeat that foolish mistake again. Still… Lips pressed tightly at the consideration of making another dumb move— “Hana?”

Fortunately, before her legs could take control of her brain, she instead jumped at the voice. Quickly she snapped forward, blinked once, twice, then thrice at the cat in front of her. Raymond stood before her, a single eyebrow raised in curiosity. “What’re doing here?” The silly question was out before he could stop himself. One look and he wanted to slap his head for not realizing there wasn’t any umbrella near her. Still, he was glad she didn’t point out the obvious. “I uh…” Arms crossed across her chest. “I…got stuck here.” Decided that it was stupid to deny the reality that was her idiocy, Hana let out a sigh. “I thought the weather would give some calm rain when I got out today, which is why I don’t have an umbrella or raincoat with me right now.” A guilty smile curled her lips. “By the time I reach here, it started raining cats and dogs.” Biting the insides of her lower lip at the metaphor being used, Hana once again breathed out a sigh. A verbal response wasn’t immediate. But his ears perked as he listened to her ‘woes’. “Ah,” was all he managed, somewhat feeling amused at the situation. The umbrella in his grasp was brought closer. Even though she was sheltered under a roof, Raymond couldn’t help but to bring him—his umbrella—closer. His umbrella. Not him. His umbrella. Swallowing the blush that threatened to rise, he replied, “Well, it is pouring heavily right now.” Even he could feel the weight of the weather under his umbrella. “Didn’t you hear Isabelle’s announcement today?” Pushing the lens of his glasses comfortably, a laugh was then gulped down to see her adorable grumble. “Every time I listen to her announcements, it’s always how there’s no new announcements…” She looked away, warmth kissing her cheeks. Oh, she’s too adorable indeed. The laugh he sadly tried to hold back escaped in the end. “Well, that’s because those are morning announcements. I’m talking about the afternoon ones.” One paw holding his umbrella, Raymond placed his other paw on his hip. “You do know she makes weather announcements too right? Sometimes? On the speakers where everyone can hear?” Raymond swore he heard a growl from her. His tail swished left and right at every action she did. “Not everyone has super sharp hearing, Ray…” Crossed arms tight across her chest, she attempted a glare at the smartass cat. The blonde tuft of his hair was a slight mess, probably due to the humidity of the weather. His ears were perked, his right ear twitched ever so slightly, maybe being alert at the sounds of raindrops around them. She wondered what it was like to scratch the back of his ears— Stop! Immediately shaking her head back to reality, Hana forced a sheepish cough. “A-Anyways,” Once again she looked away, “long story short, I made a mistake. I should make a mental note to listen to more of Isabelle’s announcements.” “And you should bring an umbrella.” “And I should—” She stopped herself, once again glared at the snickering cat. The weather was gloomy, but the moment between them was anything but. His laughter was genuine, bright like his brilliant eyes. It’s a shame they were hidden behind thick glasses, but Hana was oftentimes glad he wore them for it brought out the shine of his irises. Her smile appeared so easily around him. “In any case,” Another sigh, though this time more relaxed, “looks like I’m stuck her for a while. I’d love to rush back home but knowing me, I’ll get sick again and I don’t feel like earning another lecture by Judy.” She loved the bear cub, and she knew Judy loved her too, but Hana could only take so much when she decided to be a ruthless mother hen. “Well, if you want, there’s still room under mine.” Wait. Surprise mirrored them perfectly as none didn’t expect those words to come out of him. Brown eyes stared at the beautiful gleam of green and gold. Apparently shock was evident in him too, and this, in truth, sent a sort of relief in her. “I—” Dumbfounded, she merely blinked in hopes that the conversation didn’t die there. Thankfully to her, it didn’t. Unthankfully to him, it didn’t. “I ah—” Why would he say that? Why would he say things? Mouth snapped shut and ears pressed lightly, Raymond brought one paw up and coughed. “I mean…if you want to go back home, there’s still room under my umbrella and I can escort you…back.” The word died down slowly, quietly. While he was a gentleman—he truly couldn’t bear to leave her alone in the rain—realization hit at the meaning of his invitation. This wasn’t his first time he made a blunder in words. Raymond was just forever glad that the residents and Hana, most of all, mostly found him amusing instead of being offended by his mistakes. She wasn’t responding. Perhaps today was the day she would actually be offended. Eyes torn away from her judgmental gaze, Raymond tried to lick his wounds. “I-I mean, I’m sor—!” “You mean it?” The apology died under the weather. Shock still vivid in a pair of slit pupils, Raymond gaped at her. “I—of course!” Attempting to rid away the awkward moment, he raised his free paw. “Like I said, there’s still room.” It wasn’t that big per say, but considering her petite figure, the cat figured they both could fit snuggly under the umbrella. Snuggly. Oh. He wondered if the cloudy weather could shield his blush. She didn’t say much, but consideration was evident on her face. His tail was back to swishing left and right, and Raymond had to force his tail to curl around his right leg. His grip on the umbrella handle tightened. His posture was straight, patient, hiding away the emotions that were the exact opposite. She seemed so cute, so adorable as she pondered on his invitation. It was a harmless suggestion. Nothing more, he convinced. Sharp eyes realized her foot started moving forward, started moving towards him. His heart started to pick up its pace. His mouth pressed lightly. “Okay.” Her answer was short. Simple. Accompanied with a smile that took his breath away. And that was it. That should be it. The harmless invitation was received. She would walk towards him and they would share an umbrella. She would hold the handle while his paw was positioned under her hand. Their shoulders might bump but he would keep his distance as he escorted her back as promised. That was it. But alas, expectations were merely expectations when Raymond had to open his big mouth. “It is raining heavily right now.” Stop. “There might be thunder.” Stop! “If you get scared, don’t be afraid to leap into my arms!” His mouth still ran. His tail still wagged. “I won’t be able to protect you in any way, but it might look cool.” Dumb. Ass. Once he finally managed to shut his mouth, Raymond could feel his tail poof out of agitation. Idiot! Dumbass! What the hell are you thinking?! Screams of the damned plagued his mind. Torn between running away and never talking to her again or just digging himself a hole to hide into, Raymond instead froze in place as panic vibrated his soul. She was as shocked as he feared. Brown eyes were wide as saucers. Pink lips parted to a gape. Though arms still crossed, he saw the muscles tensed, and he knew damn well it wasn’t because of the cold. He should leave. He should make a run for it and never talk to her again. Maybe he should apologize first, then leave so that he could spare her of his disgraceful— “I’ll take you on that offer.” “Eh?” Time seemed to move slowly as Raymond felt his body being embraced. Pupils were round as they could be. Jaw dropped down until fangs shined at the little drops of rain. The umbrella he held was almost released, almost dropped if not for his paw tensing hardly around the handle. Tick…tock… Eh? Tick. EH???!?!??!?!? Raymond honestly almost screamed if not for the fact that he was utterly stunned. His whole body stiffened. His tail frazzled uncontrollably. Echoes of what he assumed later was his rapid heartbeat deafened flat ears. Luckily, there were no thunderstorms to alarm them from the shock. Unluckily, the lack of loud thunder made him hyperaware of the heat that began flowing from the petite human. “Um…” He should say something. “I…H-Ha…” He should say anything! “Ha…na…?” Eyes glazed to the side, spotting an image of crimson and a splash of pink as he felt his left shoulder being nuzzled by…her…face… That hole might seem intriguing now. While Raymond fought with bewilderment, Hana herself had all her willpower not to pull away and run away, screaming, in complete shame. What was she thinking?! What the hell has gotten into her? Sure he offered. She took the offer. Sure maybe the whole ‘leap into my arms’ was a jest. She was used to that from him. Sure she might take it as a chance to act out on her crush. She was just acting out of sheer, idiotic, heart-driven impulse. He was the nicest cat she has ever met. And she didn’t want to ruin this friendship they had. And yet… Arms snugged around his waist, she bit the bullet. “You feel cool yet?” Smooth. Absolutely stupid. Sherb would be proud. Both stunned in the flaws of their own actions, Raymond cast a peek at her. “I—” Gulping once, twice, he quickly positioned the umbrella above them. “A bit.” He was feeling the exact opposite. He held a breath to hear her delightful laugh. Finally—unfortunately—she let go. “Sorry…” The apology a meek murmur as she looked down. Please don’t apologize. He couldn’t stop looking at her. Please look at me. Her shoulder raised slightly. Hana then lifted her head. Brown eyes met gold and green. Both pairs of pupils were an eclipse in a sea of irises. “I just…teasing.” It backfired on her part. She wanted to apologize more. To say more. To say anything to dispel the awkward air around them. Surprise flickered to feel her hand being grasped. She loved seeing his smile. “I guess I deserve it.” Breathing out chuckles to shield his embarrassment, he gently cupped her hand around the umbrella handle. “We’re even, then!” Another laugh, more sincere than the last. Cheeks tinted by kisses of red, Raymond slowly released his grip and held his part right above her hand. He missed her warmth. “Well,” Carefully he stood beside her, “shall we go, milady?” One hand cupped her mouth as laughter bubbled adorably. He loved her so much. “Lead the way, Sir Ray!” Distance merely a brush apart, they walked side by side. END

#Raymond #Animal Crossing #ACNH #Resident Representative #fafar writes #yes i wrote more coz writing him is surprisingly fun than i expected #im sorry kyle youre still my boo in my file......#but raymond is TOO fun to write #ANYWAYS!!! needless to say i imagine a more anthro/beastars style when i wrote raymond #and by god!! did i mention writing this was fun fsdkbfjkd

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weartirondad · 5 years

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A Hodgepodge Of Clouds

FF.net I ao3

“Tell me a story.”

It’s phrased like a demand but when Tony blinks down at the kid shamelessly tucked into his side he sees the faintest of question marks reflected in his deep brown eyes half hidden by dark, long eyelashes.

He can see the blue sky through some strands of his curly hair and a peak of red just above the top of his head and he feels his soul settle at the peaceful image.

“I don’t have a story to tell,” he gives back, albeit gently, and reaches out to chase away a pollen somersaulting through the mild evening air before it can settle on Peter’s face.

The boy scrunches up his nose indignantly at the hand so close to his face and almost goes cross-eyed trying to follow the sudden movement but never leans away. He doesn’t even flinch. If possible at all he leans closer, resting his head on Tony’s shoulder and angling it so he can look at the sky soaked in the softest of red.

Tony, on the other hand, keeps watching him and when he sees the sun set and the clouds fly past in his eyes he is certain that his boy holds the entire universe in his eyes. His universe at least.

“Everyone has a story to tell,” Peter retorts with a smile directed at nothing in particular and yet everything all at once. It’s the way he’s been ever since Tony has met him – smiling at the world, giving and shining and all Tony can do is hope that the world will smile back. “Just make one up.”

It sounds so easy when he says it, so confident and trusting and good.

But Tony is not the guy to make up kid- friendly bed time stories. Every story his mind has come up with so far has always ended in catastrophe. Every worst possible outcome will always come true in his head. His demons will always leak into his stories and he’s trying his hardest to keep them away from Peter – to keep the kid as sheltered as he possibly can even when he knows it’s futile with what he’s already seen.

Still, sometimes Peter’s optimism feels like the world has spared him from all the trauma Tony knows he’s gone through and he’s glad. He’s ridiculously glad that the kid can still get up every morning with hope in his eyes and love in his heart. He knows how hard it can be and it goes to show how much stronger Peter Parker is than he could have ever imagined.

With a small sigh he leans down and rests his cheek on top of Peter’s head. “I don’t have a very good imagination.”

“Liar,” Peter scoffs and the eye roll is evident in his tone, “Your imagination is unparalleled. It’s not like you’re leading R&D with someone else’s ideas. Or are you?” he asks mockingly shocked.

“It’s a different kind of imagination,” he argues halfheartedly, watching two shapeless clouds slowly morph together.

“Maybe,” Peter hums, “But it’s not really. And you have to be able to tell stories once you’re a dad, right?”

“I don’t think my newborn will care much about whatever it is I have to say. For all she cares I could be talking about the Henderson- Hasselbalch equation.”

It’s ridiculous but it makes Peter giggle and nestle into him more firmly with the movement so, in his books, he’s pretty sure he’s done something right. “Please don’t do that, Mister Stark. Since when do you talk chemistry anyway?”

“Since a certain someone,” he pokes his side, “Has started preparing his web fluids in my lab and I have to try to keep him from blowing it up.”

The joke is meant to distract and deflect but Peter, being Peter, doesn’t care much for Tony’s unwillingness to pad into new territory and simply ignores the jab. Instead he releases one of his hands from where they’re intertwined in his lap and points upwards, the borrowed hoodie sliding down just far enough to free his index finger but his thumb stays covered.

“Tell me what you see.”

“A hodgepodge of clouds.”

“That –“ Peter turns and forces Tony to lean back so he can meet his eyes, “Since when have you ever used the word hodgepodge.”

“It’s just a word, Pete.” He wraps an arm around his shoulder and pulls him back in, missing the way his curls were tickling his nose and his every word reverberating through his side just seconds ago.

“It’s really not but it’s also not a point.” He nestles back into his original position easily and nudges Tony, “Tell me a story about the hodgepodge of clouds.”

“Well,” he frowns and looks at the assortment of clouds ahead.

They’re illuminated bright red and the first thing that comes to mind is a fire – an inferno burning through the sky, flames leaking and stretching, unfurling their clutches to swallow his world whole. There’s grey clouds in front of it, like ashes of what used to be scattering around the place. The whole scene makes his blood run cold and his left hand itch. Instead of burying his fingernails into the ball of his hand he smooths out a wrinkle in Peter’s – well, his – hoodie.

“They used to be warm air and now they’re water. The Rayleigh scattering makes sure it looks creepily red and the wind moves the whole thing.”

“For a genius,” Peter starts, “You’re pretty dumb sometimes.”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk, Mister ‘I can totally drink while doing a one handed handstand and balance a Lego figure on my feet’.”

“In my defense, Darth Vader made me do it,” the kid has the audacity to giggle like the scream of him falling and landing on his Lego isn’t still echoing through his nightmares every once in a while. “Anyway, since you’re being a disaster I am going to tell you a story about those clouds.”

Before Tony can give some smartass retort, Peter has already untucked himself from his embrace and folds his legs crisscross in front of him, rocking back and forth on top of one of the tallest buildings in New York City.

Frankly, Tony hates it but he keeps quiet, instead reciting all the security precautions he has taken and why this specific kid could definitely not fall off this specific skyscraper.

“The clouds at the front are kind of all grey and dull and sad. Those are the people lacking imagination. Old people, cruel people. People stuck in the past.” Peter shoots him a pointed look but then goes back to focus on the sky instead, “They’re trying to keep everything the way it is, the status quo if you will, trying to hide the bright minds and the hope that’s marching on behind them.”

“But you see,” he smiles softly and plays with the sleeves of the dark blue hoodie, “Where the light is strongest, the grey is already starting to break and it’s obvious they won’t be able to hold them in much longer.”

“They scream love louder than the others can silence them. It’s the new generation marching up, demanding its rights and demanding change. It’s hope that’s spreading like a wildfire in their hearts and eventually it’s going to be stronger than the cold faceless mass of grey. It’s like a dawn of a new era where everything is light instead of darkness.”

“Maybe this is God’s way of showing us that our time will be soon and to keep being hopeful. Or maybe,” he shrugs almost bashfully,” it’s just a really beautiful hodgepodge of clouds.”

“Or maybe,” Tony weighs the words on his tongue, meeting the kid’s eyes and thanking whatever God or universe of fate it was that made them meet, “Maybe you are right and it’s hope. I like your story.”

“You do?”

“Well, except for the fact that apparently I’m part of the faceless grey mass that is trying to kill the hope. Yes, I did.”

Peter laughs, open and young and faithful, “Oh, you’re not. You just try to act like it sometimes but I think you’re one of the brightest lights and you’ll always fight for a better future, Mister Futurist.”

Without looking he leans back, trusting Tony to make sure he lands with his head in his lap and he curls into himself on the hard concrete like it is a mattress, cushioned only by the loose sweatshirt, facing the same direction again to keep watching the slowly moving clouds with a small yawn.

Tony joins him, fingers finding a spot just right behind Peter’s ear and falling into a familiar pattern of untangling his curls.

“Next story is on you, by the way.”

“I’ll try my very best.”

When he looks up again the grey clouds have parted and scattered and the red has turned into a hopeful yellowy-orange and he promises himself and the kid slowly drifting off to look at the world a little more like Peter does from now on.

here’s the clouds I saw that forced me to sit down and write this (those are like phone pics taken by someone who’s got no clue what they’re doing, don’t judge):

#irondad #irondad fic #iron dad #iron dad fic #tony stark #peter parker #some cloud watching #fluff #story telling #josis fic #a hodgepodge of clouds #i also learned a new word today and im not sure im using it correctly but i also don't care much

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cinnbar-bun · 5 years

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Gakuen Fantasy

A/n: Hi did you know I like making AU’s at 11 PM??? Also this was inspired by me playing too many otomes.

Edit: thank you Discord for helping me with Siegfriend, Lancey, and Seruel.

Welcome to Phantagrande High, where people of all shapes, sizes, and powers are invited to hone in their skills and talents. As the new Language Arts teacher recruited to the school, you must adjust to the hectic lifestyle of some of the most insane personalities you have ever met. Although...maybe you could learn a thing or two from those romantic stories you’ve been teaching and spice up your love life?

Romanceable Options~

The Wise and Calm Principal, Lucifer: The man who started this whole new mess for you. Ever the diplomat, he has a way with words and can seemingly diffuse any situation with one phrase alone. All the faculty and students respect him dearly, and in turn, he respects them as well. But he hasn’t been known to get too close to anyone romantically, perhaps you could change all that?

The Blunt and Fearless Vice-Principal, Sandalphon: Although he may act like he hates his job, he takes it quite seriously. Many students fear him for the simple fact he has such a short fuse and will blow up on anything. The faculty isn’t all too scared, knowing he’s just a sensitive guy on the inside (and they can’t help but make jabs at him after he took the coffee machine into his office). Ever the hard-head, he’s never experienced love before, and he sure as hell will never admit that aloud (even though it’s quite obvious). But that can change once he softens up with a bit of your love.

The Sadistic and Ruthless Biology Teacher, Lucilius: This man is one that EVERYONE fears. Even Lucifer has been trying to get him fired. Rumors spread around that he eats children who fail his class or dissects those who chew gum in his class. He has a fascination with the world around him and loves conducting research over everything he can get his hands on. He also gets a bit too excited over dissections. It also doesn’t help that he has a short temper and expects perfection from his students, who all cry at least three times in his class. He takes no shit and hands out insults like greetings, so if he tends to take a jab at you, ignore him. But what’s hiding under that cold front he puts up (answer: an even bigger asshole)

The Raunchy and Suave A&P Teacher, Belial: If shameless was ever a person, it would be Belial. He has no qualms about flirting with everything that breathes (DON’T WORRY HE’S NOT FLIRTING WITH THE CHILDREN!! HE HAS SOME BOUNDARIES OVER HERE!!) but he seems to have taken a liking to you. He’s quite popular with some of the female students (for some inexplicable reason) and he loves messing with the other three men on top. What’s the point of life without taking some risks? But are you prepared to handle this absolute demon of a man? Maybe you’ll find something worthy under the messy persona he plays up?

The Kind and Sweet Home Ec Teacher, Vane: This man is absolutely perfect, every girl (and guy) will admit. Although he’s not too bright, he makes up for it with his big heart (that really accentuates his chest) and warm smile. He’s very fair and forgiving, and every student that walks in walks out with a better understanding of how to manage day by day activities. He’s eager to become great friends with you, but maybe you could be something more?

The Bubbly and Clutzy Home Ec Teacher, Beatrix: One of the other Home Ec teachers who seems to have quite the reputation for being an adorable clutz. The male populous tends to take her class for an easy a but can’t help it when she drops things. The students think she’s very funny and sweet, and her food is great (when it actually is cooked). She usually complains about her ‘absolutely boring’ life in the teacher’s lounge and wishes for a day when she’s whisked off into a sweeping romance. You might not be a prince from another country, but you could give her the love she needs, right?

The Cold and Stern Economics Teacher, Aglovale: No one knows he’s also the CEO of a very popular business, and he knows economics like the back of his hand. The general consensus in him is a very respected one, and he makes sure to always keep a good light on him. He pretends he doesn’t care for the kids, but all the teachers know better. A very good bonus, he has glasses and his voice has been known to be extremely pleasing to the ears. He may act aloof around you, but do you think you have what it takes to melt his cold heart?

The Fiery and Hotheaded Math Teacher, Percival: The younger brother of Aglovale, who also helps him occasionally with running the business. He’s a lot more open than his brother and tends to give attitude back though. The students love him a lot and go absolutely nuts when he’s roasting a kid who likes to mouth off. He’s exceptionally by the book and has certain expectations he wishes of people. You may have caught his eye, newbie, but can you really keep its hold?

The Loud and Militaristic PE Teacher, Ilsa: A rather scary lady on the outside who takes her job as a PE teacher a bit too seriously. A lot of people will complain about how hard she is, but the athletes worship her like she’s their goddess. Seriously, they’ve never one as many times as they had until she’s come along. Her form of tough love tends to grate people the wrong way, but deep down, she’s really trying to find someone who will look past the ‘scary’ her.

The Hardworking yet Princely Engineering Teacher, Yurius: A man of many talents regarding creating anything, who tends to be more of a behind the scenes worker. He isn’t too flashy, and makes up for his more quiet behavior with cheeky jokes and genuine concern. Hopefully you make a good impression with him, and learn just how much a goof he really is inside.

The Thunderstruck and Loyal Physics Teacher, Albert: A man who’s best friends with Yurius, and happens to love teaching about electricity. Physics is practically coursing through his veins and he makes sure his students are all on the same page. Not that much of a surprise, but him and Yurius run the robotics club and they seem to always win. He may look rather cold, but he is a really nice guy and will gladly show you the ropes or give you the best advice on some of the students and faculty. Maybe you two could teach each other a thing or two about love?

The Seductive and Sweet Horticulture Teacher, Rosetta: This woman is the envy of all. Her sweet words can coax anyone to her beck and call. The greenhouse where she teaches at has become her new home, and many grow to love nature and plants due to her beautiful and poetic lessons and demonstrations. She can get quite flirty and beat around the bush, but know this, every rose has its thorns. If you mess with her, prepare for a life of hell. But otherwise, she’ll be a wonderful companion in your life if you manage to look deep inside and find the true beauty within her.

The Patient and Inspirational Music Teacher, Caro: A rather young man who has been with the academy since day one. He lives for the creative endeavors of his students and has no problems with helping them step by step. To him, the most beautiful thing ever is not gold or jewels, but the sounds people can create. He was really interested by your presence and wishes to get closer to you, although he is rather shy about doing so. The sound his heart makes when he’s around you makes him absolutely smitten, and he hopes to get closer to experience all of what love has to offer.

The Curious and Eccentric World Religions Teacher, Shiva: His appearance might startle some, but they quickly learn that he is passionate about his subject. He is always curious about what humans believe and how they go about their faith, and it makes him smile knowing the beauty of humanity. Some might call him a weirdo for being so in love with that, but he pays no mind. He is his own person, and he craves more and more. Although he hates being selfish, for some reason, he can’t help but want to know more about you. You’ve been a peculiar person, and he thinks he’d like to learn more.

The Lazy and Rowdy Chemistry Teacher, Elmott: A man who is a self proclaimed pyromanic, who takes far too much pleasure in setting things on fire. He is unafraid of speaking his mind and will let everyone know what he’s thinking, whether they’re a student or faculty member. He can get mouthy, but he truly cares about his students and their education, and is the first to defend them if something is wrong. He quickly earns the respect of his students and fellow teachers, even if he pretends he doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Trust us, he isn’t a bad guy, no matter what he says.

The Mysterious and Unknown Cryptid, Siegfried: A man who does... well know one really knows? Even Lucifer can’t give a straight answer. But it doesn’t matter since he tends to do the odd jobs or the ones no one really wants to do. Some kids claim he lives in a dungeon under the school. Others say the big shadow they saw trimming the bushes is secretly a lizard monster who is trying to infiltrate the government. Again, no one really knows. But the gentle giant who helped you with the copier machine certainly can’t be that bad, right?

The Helpful and Stressed Counselor, Lancelot: The most reliable counselor the school’s ever seen. The kids absolutely adore him, and his job ranges from settling disputes between the students to helping them with their college applications. This man has connections and could probably hook you up with something wonderful. Because he can never say ‘no’, he stresses himself beyond belief. Of course, his best buddy Vane is always there to help him remember to eat and not drown himself with alcohol. Maybe you could show him that he is capable of taking a break and not dying?

The Smartass and Stoic Librarian, Seruel: A man of culture who really hates noises. He gets a bad reputation for telling the louder kids to be quiet, but really, he’s just trying to do his job. A lot of kids think he’s kinda scary because of his face, but if you ask him for help locating a book or some information on a subject (because he’s a walking encyclopedia) he’d be more than happy to help. He tends to remember frequent library-goers and likes to discuss books with them and what they thought of it. He’s read way too many trashy romance novels recommended to him by some sophomores, but he’s more than ready to start a real romance with you. If you can get past the rude jabs at first.

A splendid array of options indeed. Are you ready to tackle your new job and try your luck at a love life?

#gakuen fantasy #Granblue Fantasy #Granblue fantasy imagines #granblue fantasy x reader #gbf #gbf x reader #au #writing #writing series #long post

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mwahmisfiire · 5 years

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hardzello: you can't complain.

dare: i dare y'all to guess what scene from what tv show i inspired myself from to write this ;)

"that's what you get for trying to take a shortcut!"

"oh shut up."

the borhap gang loved road trips. they loved spending time with each other in a car, listening to music and talking about the silliest things. the problem was, gwilym had the fantastic idea of taking a shortcut to come back which resulted in his car to get stuck in mud.

now everyone was outside of the vehicle, except for gwil who was being helped by rami and joe. the two of them were pushing the car as gwilym pressed the pedal. lucy and ben were just standing behind everyone with uneasy looks on their faces.

trouble is, rami and joe were rather small fellas so no matter how hard they tried, they made little to no progress. after pushing for what felt like ages, they finally gave up. their breathing was heavy and they had to lean against the car to catch their breaths.

that's when ben spoke up. "this isn't working." he said to his friends.

"oh really?" joe snapped. "thank you, captain obvious. would you like to do it? i mean, seriously? you and lucy have been standing around this whole freaking time and all you gotta say is 'this isn't working'!" he exclaimed, mocking ben's british acting.

"joe -" ben tried to say.

"no, no, no, don't 'joe' me!" joe cut him off, letting go of the car.

"i-i mean, that's your name." ben stammered, holding back a small smile at the brunette's outburst.

"oh so you're a smartass now?" joe said, frustration taking over.

"really man, calm down." rami spoke up, placing a hand on joe's shoulder. "we're gonna get out of here, you'll see."

joe huffed as he crossed his arms, not bothering to look at ben. ben bit his bottom lip, feeling slightly guilty. joe did have a point when he said he was being completely useless.

he took a coule steps towards joe. "okay move."

there was a pause. "what?" joe asked.

"move, i'm pushing this piece of junk." ben stated.

"excuse me?" gwilym complained from inside the car, taking his head out the window. nobody payed mind to him, though.

joe sighed as both him and rami stepped away to leave ben space to push. rami went to stand next to his girlfriend whilst joe just stood next to ben, expectantly.

"okay go!" ben yelled at gwilym to press the pedal again.

for a minute it seemed like he wasn't gonna make it but suddently, the care started moving forwards finally managing to get out of the mud.

but somewhere along the way, joe ended up with sprinkles of mud all over his pants and t-shirt which made him gasp.

lucy covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing but she was having a really hard time holding the giggles in. noticing this, rami went ahead and covered her mouth as well.

the same couldn't be said for ben, though. as gwilym got out of the car to join the others, he was laughing loudly not even bothering to pretend he wasn't.

joe glared at him, almost as if he was ready to strangle him. "you think this is funny?" he asked almost in a whisper. he was so mad that he thought that if he spoke any louder he'd be screaming like a maniac.

ben coughed, trying to calm himself. "not gonna lie buddy, it is kind of funny." he cringed, hoping joe's reaction to his response wouldn't be catastrophic.

"well it's not, let me tell you." joe said, running a hand through his t-shirt as he tried to take off some mud. that, of course, didn't have much effect. "ugh!, this is disgusting. and it's all your fault!" joe said, turning towards ben once more.

ben gasped. "hey, i moved the car! you can't complain, did a better job than you two weaklings combined!" he said, pointing at both rami and joe. rami's eyebrows shot up in surprise but he didn't say anything. lucy was still giggling and gwilym was just watching the scene with quite the interest.

"yeah, that's - that's because you're... you're..." joe narrowed his eyes as he tried to find the word. fit. very fit. so fucking fit. "i-i mean, you have..." muscles. too much muscle to even be a real human being.

ben smirked. "are you gonna finish your sentence, joe?"

"yeah, are you?" gwilym said.

"oh shut up, you guys know what i mean! geez..." joe sighed in embarrassment.

ben smiled sweetly at joe. he had to admit, it was pretty amusing to see joe worked up sometimes. but he also had to admit that he hated seeing see him so stressed. so he decided to stop fucking around.

he took off his hoodie and placed it on the floor. before joe or anybody could ask anything, ben went and took his shirt off.

joe was quick to look away. "woah!, hey!" he exclaimed, his eyes pointing the sky above him to keep himself from looking at ben's body. "what the hell are you doing?!"

ben frowned in genuine confusion. "i'm giving you my t-shirt? because yours is kind of... diry, perhaps?"

"relax mate, his rocking body won't bite ya." gwilym commented with a smirk, earning a punch in the arm from ben.

joe huffed in annoyance. "i'm not changing my shirt with all of you looking at me!" joe protested.

ben rolled his eyes. "that's why i took my hoodie off in the first place, you dumbass." he explained as he gave his t-shirt to joe. he picked up the hoodie, holding it from both of its ends in front of joe. "you can change behind it."

"oh that's interesting for sure!" joe exclaimed, with fake interest. "i didn't know you could take your shirt off without taking your hoodie off! that's mindblowing , ben!" joe said, sarcastically.

"could you please shut up and change so we can leave?" ben exclaimed, almost tired of joe's pissy attitude.

"okay fine! but y'all gotta turn around though." he said, referring to gwilym, lucy and rami. they all exchanged amusing glances before obliging. "uhm... hello?" joe said to ben.

"what?"

"you can't look either, you asshat!" joe exclaimed matter-of-factly.

"jesus." ben muttered under his breath as he closed his eyes. he heard joe let out a faint thank you despite not being able to see him.

ben heard him move around a little bit and heard the fabric run against the human skin. the blonde man found himself wanting to open his eyes, just a little bit so joe wouldn't notice.

but just as he finished thinking this, joe spoke up. "okay i'm ready."

ben opened his eyes and saw that the rest of the gang was turning around. he bit back a smile at the sight of joe wearing his t-shirt. it look slightly big on him due to the fact that ben was visibly more fit than the brunette. eventually, he just couldn't hide his smirk.

"what are you smiling about?" joe questionned. lucy bit back a chuckle (yes, the situation was very amusing to her).

ben shrugged. "i just am." he simply said. he couldn't even speak properly because of how big he was smiling.

joe clicked his tongue. "whatever. let's go guys." joe said with the intention of go to the car but as he took his first step, ben held him back grabbing his arm.

"you guys go ahead. i need to say something to this big baby." ben said. joe frowned.

lucy, rami and gwilym got inside the car and waited for ben and joe to finish their business, whatever thay could mean.

joe was still frowning. "wha -"

ben leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. it lasted around three seconds but it made joe weak enough for him to believe that they had been making out for hours.

"what... wh-what was th-that for?" joe muttered, his entire face painted red.

ben shurgged again, unable to erase that goddamn smile from his lips. "just felt like it." he whispered.

"uh -"

"uh uh." ben cut him off, pulling joe closer by the arm he was holding him with, which he hadn't let go of the entire time. "i said you can't complain."

and for the first time (with a couple seconds of hesitation), joe smile. "who said i was gonna complain?"

ben smiled real big before leaning in once again and this time, joe kissed back placing his hand behind ben's neck.

"we can still see you!" rami exclaimed from the passenger's seat. his voice was a bit muffled because he was inside the vehicle but both lovebirds heard it perfectly.

"bite me!" ben shit back, holding joe between his arms.

"ben." joe chuckled, playfully slapping the blonde's chest before taking him between his own arms as well.

"you look cute in my t-shirt." ben blurted out as if he had been dying to say it from the moment he opened his eyes to the sight of joe wearing it.

joe pulled away slightly, looking up at ben. "i do?" he asked, looking down for a second. he was visibly flustered.

"uh huh." ben whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose again't the tip of joe's. joe giggled andd there was a pause.

"i'm sorry i yelled at you." joe said, his smile slightly faltering. "it was pretty shitty of me."

"well, to be entirely fair, i wasn't exactly helping out either so i guess we're even." ben said.

joe nodded, before wrapping his arms around ben's neck. "kiss again?" he asked, knowing what the answer was going to be. ben snickered before leaning in once more.

normally, the rest of the guys would complain about them being so cheesy about getting together but they just turned around and admired their two friends. they just let them enjoy one another in peace for a little while.

#joemazzello #benhardy #hardzello #the uwu jumped out #cute #idk man

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toumakibangs · 6 years

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Lost in this moment

Prompt: “You’re going to take all of me, I don’t care if it’s too much.”

Jules’ Notes: This is a direct continuation of myfirst piece: “Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong”, but can be read on its own. Btw I think that my greatest talent lies in taking a prompt and turning it into something it was probably not meant to be at all.

That said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JINPACHI!!! =ç___ç=

Very few experiences beat the sensation of utter bliss that comes with lying on the tall green grass of a hill, under the sun, shoes forgotten and a bottle of fresh water. After a terrific climb, and with your sworn rival sprawled beside you.

Especially when your sworn rival is also your long-term boyfriend, whose birthday you are celebrating in a way that is equally maudlin and idiotic. Much like your relationship as a whole.

- The Inter-High route, Yuu? Really?

It’s our Inter-High route, Makishima thinks as he fans himself and looks away, and I hoped you of all people would have appreciated the sentiment. But maybe it was just wishful thinking – maybe Toudou doesn’t care about these things anymore, after all; maybe this year’s competition of theirs, this thing they do of finding the best way to celebrate each other’s birthday every time, is meant to end with a clamorous and disastrous defeat on Makishima’s part. Maybe he’s just overthinking things, as usual, because Toudou is already poking his side and rising up on his left elbow to look at him.

- I’m right here. Pay attention to me instead of disappearing into your own head.

He’s puffing his cheeks and pouting like he did when they were kids, and Makishima is glad to be reminded that even though they’ve changed, there’s still something of the people they were in them: that hairstyles come and go, and faces wrinkle, that even your attitude shifts and adapts to the flow of time, but every person does indeed have an immutable core that’s theirs alone. It’s reassuring, when melancholy hits too hard, to catch a glimpse of it in Toudou’s everyday gestures.

Makishima raises his hand to smooth the line between Toudou’s eyebrows.

- Stop frowning, you’ll get wrinkles.

Toudou pinches his nose.

- Stop brooding, you’ll miss out.

- …on what?

Toudou bends down and kisses him lightly on the lips.

- On this beautiful day you were so lovely to organize.

Makishima grits his teeth and puts a bony hand on Toudou’s face, pushing him away.

- Don’t make fun of me.

He makes to sit up but Toudou pulls him down again and keeps a palm on his chest. Makishima looks up at him: his features are more defined, his hair is longer, his shoulders filled out – but from this perspective, in front of the light and wearing his old Hakogaku jersey, Toudou really looks like his old self. Makishima knows the same can’t be said for him: he might be dressed in Sohoku’s yellow uniform and still be lankier than the average person, but his green mane is just a memory right now, his hair needing more resting time, nowadays, in between heavy bleaching and dying sessions. He likes to have it done before he goes home, usually, but this year it wasn’t possible. Toudou didn’t give sign of having noticed, and Makishima wonders when it happened, that he became the one in this relationship more obsessed with memories, anniversaries and appearances. Maybe when he left his homeland and decided to live his life in between continents, and holding onto the few certainties of his past became a necessity. Because if everything went on and changed while he wasn’t there, if he came back to a home that had left him behind, where he was supposed to fit?

Toudou’s voice shakes him out of his thoughts, and his index finger running on his cheek distracts him enough to prevent him from falling back into them.

- You’re doing it again.

- Doing what.

- Over-analysing something very simple. It was a wonderful surprise. I had lots of fun, even if you let me win because it’s my birthday.

- I didn’t. You won it fair and square.

- Then we’re really getting old, because that time was abysmal.

Makishima chuckles, and Toudou lies down at his side, caressing his arm.

- What I mean is: I’m happy to be here, with you. And I admit I felt very emotional the whole time it took to climb up here.

- Maybe that’s why your time was abysmal.

Toudou pokes his side and he squirms at the tickling sensation.

- Yours too, smartass.

They stare at the horizon, naked feet on the grass and an impromptu picnic improvised with the few things Makishima was able to order and have delivered at the top of the mountain, right on time. Toudou chuckles at the delivery van as it starts its descent.

- Always the high-end treatment, uh?

Makishima rolls his eyes at him as he spreads out a blankets that was included in his boxes and lays out a few fancy looking, sealed bowls.

- As if you didn’t enjoy being spoiled rotten.

Toudou shows him his tongue.

- It’s my birthday. I’m allowed to indulge myself today.

The banquet is small, but colourful and tasty and a true delicacy after the physical exertion. It’s also reasonably balanced in terms of nutritional values, a coincidence too fortunate to not be deliberate. There is also cake, with a symbolic candle to blow out, but Toudou doesn’t comment on it except to say how much he loves it and how good it tastes.

A light breeze lifts up after lunch, and they watch white clouds run after each other on the clear blue sky – heads touching, fingers intertwined.

- Thank you, Maki-chan.

Makishima blushes.

- I-Idiot.

Toudou turns and stares at him with the kind of gaze that has always been able to make Makishima weak in the knees.

- I mean it. I had fun.

Makishima closes his eyes. So many years and he still hasn’t learned to be honest with his boyfriend while looking him in the face.

- It’s not kaiseki ryori.

Toudou scoots closer to kiss his cheek.

- No, although it’s us all the same. Mountains and bikes and rivalry and all that teenage drama, but also leisure time and comfort and…

Makishima turns on his side, interested.

- …and what?

Toudou moves a few stray hairs out of his face.

- Stability.

- So…

- So?

- …are you going to spill the beans and make me emotional for real, or what?

The best thing about Toudou is that he’s always been able to read him like an open book. Makishima has never really opened up to him, or anyone, so Toudou’s talent for entering his lover’s head like it was his own has always been less than a lucky coincidence and more a sign of the universe telling them they were supposed to stick together. So far, it’s been right. Makishima knew he should have prepared some kind of speech. Toudou likes speeches, and strong declarations delivered with fervour. But he’s never had the social skills necessary to hold his own with crafty words and charisma, always preferring to show what he felt, more like describing it. In his opinion, there are things worth not mentioning: feelings are much more easily and effectively conveyed through colours and music and sincere gestures, for example. But there are also moments and occasions in which words are necessary. He’s aware of it, and so is Toudou who, although he has clearly understood what Makishima meant with today’s celebration, is deliberately playing dumb in order to hear Makishima saying it aloud. And since it’s Toudou’s birthday, and he has promised himself long ago to always do his best to give Toudou what he wants and make him happy, Makishima complies. Also because Toudou doesn’t know everything.

- I could have picked the route of our first climb, couldn’t I? The one I won. Or the one where we made our first promise. It would have been quite meaningful as well. They were all obvious choices, but this one was the most obvious of all, and you know how much I hate being obvious.

Toudou hums in agreement. The day a critic will deem Makishima’s creations as anything but out-of-the-ordinary, his boyfriend will quit the fashion industry forever.

- I chose this route because even if I had already fallen in love with you by the time we entered our third year of high-school, it was in this moment of my life that I realized I didn’t want to let you go. Despite my dreams, despite England, despite everything.

He points at the hairpins that are only partially visible from their position, at the road covered by the high trees and then at the one downhill.

- There is where I considered ditching my team for a last chance to ride with you. My sense of responsibility won, and I kept my position, but it took all my self-control, and the knowledge that I could have been capable of acting so selfishly just for the sake of a climb with you shook me real hard. That is where I caught up to you, and I think I will never forget the way you looked at me when I reached you.

- Neither will I.

- There is where you told me you were grateful for what we’d had. And I remember having the clearest epiphany of my life, and a voice in my head telling me to not give up and hold onto you, do everything in my power to not lose you, because I couldn’t have afforded it. And I couldn’t stand it either, the idea of you not being part of my life anymore.

Toudou looks at him with misty eyes.

- And you didn’t, did you? Let go, I mean.

Makishima laughs drily.

- I latched onto you like vine.

- All the while making me believe I was the pressing one.

- You were quite insistent yourself.

- Touché.

Makishima takes a deep breath and leans back on his hands, hair flowing in the wind.

- Jinpachi.

- Yes?

- We came back here after more than ten years since those days, and this place still gives me the same vibes.

Toudou’s voice gets stuck in his throat.

- W-What do you mean?

Makishima looks up at the sky, lopsided grin in place to testify he’s restless and slightly nervous.

- I mean that earlier today, much like ten years ago, I raced up these hills with you, crossed the highest peak with your name on my lips and my brain yelling at me to not dare let you go. But we’ve already been together this whole time, so there isn’t much I can do to make my intentions and commitment clearer. Unless…

Toudou speaks in a higher octave.

- Unless…?

Makishima brings a hand to the back pockets of his jersey and rummages into it for awfully long seconds until his fingers find their target and he fishes out a couple of silver bands, simple enough to be discreet, fancy enough to show personality. Toudou doesn’t have to look to know what date is carved on the inner side of the rings.

- Unless you accept to climb this new mountain with me?

The answer is a heavy body slamming into him and sending them both toppling down the slope until they hit the bottom and Makishima finds himself squashed under his apparently dead boyfriend.

- Jinpachi g-get up. You weight too muc-

Toudou doesn’t listen to him and shuts him up with a kiss that has nothing to do with the chaste pecks they’ve been exchanging the whole day. It makes Makishima dizzy in a way that feels surprising, given for how long they’ve intimately known each other. Toudou pulls back only when absolutely necessary, but doesn’t move a muscle, staying pressed against his lover and looking down on him with a dark face.

- No way. You’re going to take all of me, I don’t care if it’s too much.

Makishima stares at him, dumbstruck, and Toudou stares back, serious – it doesn’t last long, and they start laughing soon after.

Of course I’m taking you, Makishima thinks in between heated kisses, it’s the least I can do, since you’ll have me.

#toumaki month 2018 #submission #toumaki #julesdrenages

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hunterartemis · 6 years

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Couch: pt-3- Finale (Dean X Reader)

Prompt: Once a Wise man said: if you can’t catch the culprit, you’ll just have to wait until the culprit catches himself.

Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRCYEkA0_q8

Read: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

warning: angst and drama alert. Introvert reader and dealing with emotion-issues.

“ _ , I called truce days ago, please talk to me...” Sam whined again from my back, as I looked away from him, placing my neck, fulcrumed on my palm. My elbow had been slipping slightly from the greasy bar counter, but withdrawing my hand would mean readjusting my position and most dreadfully, signalling Sam that I was ready to forgive him for the heinous things he did.

When I thought his futile apologies stopped, something cool and smooth touched my forearm. As I turned to look at it, it was a glass of (favorite drink) and Sam was slowly sliding it towards me. The entire attempt looked like an elementary school kid trying to pass an ‘I’m sorry’ note to another kid, whom he hit or pulled up her skirt in the playground, during lunchtime.

‘Non, Je n’vais plus te parler’ (no I won’t talk to you) I answered him firmly.

‘C’est suffisient, d’accord. Mais, Je t’en prie pardonne-moi.’ (Fair enough, okay. But please forgive me) Sam answered me with his hands together, ‘I would like to apologise on my knees, even if people think that I am proposing you which I’m not...’ he added with a mock distress that broke into smile as I finally loosened up.

‘Okay fine... But, never again!’ I warned him, ‘I don’t like to be teased, you know that don’t you!’

‘Je Sais madamoiselle, comme les alphabets anglais’ he smiled and patted my hair, ‘like English Alphabets... well, that wasn’t pretentious at all.’ I added sarcastically and chinked with his scotch glass, ‘I screwed up bad and I ran out of metaphors in French...’

We sat down with each other, and I looked at my drink, glowing as the light of the headlamp went through it. I bit my lips as the ice melted inside the liquid, and felt a light pressure on my hand that rested on the bar counter.

‘You really don’t wanna tell him _ ,’ Sam asked me softly, his hazel eyes compassionate and empathetic, as they always are, ‘think about it, you, I and Dean... we work on different paces, Dean likes things fast and frisky, and you and I, we like things... you know--’

‘Are you trying to tell me something Sam?’ I asked him seriously, I didn’t really like where it was going, not like I had planned to, ‘No... no, _ you know what we are and the similarities between us is too platonic, but I think you need to step out of your comfort zone for a while and man up and tell Dean you were the one whose voice he is dreaming about ever since.’

I did not speak, I was quiet and tried to listen to the voice of my mind, and strangely it’s not my outward silence that protested Sam, but my inner voice that wanted to agree with him.

‘You want that, don’t you?’ Sam said, ‘look, we have been with you long enough to make out what you are hiding beneath that poker-face of yours. You can’t hide it forever _ , you have to step out, tell him... I know Dean will never turn you down.’ he implored earnestly.

‘What if he does exactly what you say. What if he accepts me for who I am and someday, someplace, I become another Lisa Braeden... that he have to erase my mind and mourn for me forever? Do you think I want that in him?’ a lump in my throat made my voice hoarse, and I downed Sam’s whiskey in a go, wishing the burning sensation will make the lump of tears go away, ‘Sam, I can reason with Dean bringing a new girl every night, I can reason with the fact he sees me nothing but a friend, I can reason with the fact that I will never be his, but I cannot reason with the fact that I have to leave him forever.... so leave me alone.’

I got up on my feet, staggering as the Whiskey took its toll. But Sam grabbed my hand to stop me.

‘ _ , are you in love with him?’

I shook his hand off mine, and looked at him with bleary eyes. I felt my mouth failing to make a smirk and drooping at the end. That’s the furthest I could go, replying him. To fill my silence, I grabbed a bottle of beer and staggered through the door of the bar towards my way to the bunker. Dean was out for a day and I knew there was nobody in that place. Sam could not drive me there as Dean took his Impala to the case he needed to solve alone. The rustle of the leaves became harsher and harsher as I went further inside, and finally greeted the dreaded silence of the sitting room.

The call of the silence is more maddening than constantly hearing something you hate. I forgot where I put the bottle and my legs finally gave in when my left feet hit the leg of the couch. Grabbing my feet to prevent the throbbing pain, I toppled on the couch. Suddenly, I felt a burning urge to laugh... I don’t know why I was laughing, I just knew I had to laugh or else I will fall apart on my own ruins.

What if the world could disappear right now... what if I didn’t have to fight the things I had been feeling for so long... what if I could transform my feelings into objects and burn them so that I could go on with my life, pretending like nothing even happened. What if I could go back to the time where I was the arrogant smartass always outwitting Dean Winchester.

c’est paye, balliye, oublie... je me fous du passe (it’s paid for, wiped away, forgotten... I don’t care about the past)

God... I hated my voice right now.

‘ _ ?’ a voice called my name but it was not Sam.

‘What... now you have a problem with me too?’ I slurred as I tried to stand up from my position... I refuse to act drunk right now. I refuse to appear weak in front of Dean Winchester.

‘No... but, your voice sounded like--’

‘Yes my damn voice sounded like the record you heard once upon a time in your enchanted sleep.’ I said, as my knees shook. As I slurred I saw him coming towards me and trying to give me shoulder, but I threw them away, ‘why are you even here?’ I asked him, frowning... probably.

‘I called Sam that I was coming to visit you at the bar, but he told me you were home, drunk... so I came as soon as I could...’ Dean overpowered me by lifting me into bridal style, and his sturdy arms locked me with his chest.

‘Lemme go... Dean Winchester, you hear me?’ I slurred, trapped in his arms.

‘Will it kill you to depend on me at least this time?’ Dean’s right arm, that was under my knees tightened further, ‘yes... it will...’ I replied.

I never realized I was this close to his chest that his inviting warmth was basking all over me. That warmth was almost making my head clear all the confusion and suddenly that very moment felt the very awaited antidote to the past few torturing days I had been withholding myself.

But at the same time, I didn’t want this to happen.

The drunk stupor was vanishing with every minute, yet I pretended to be out cold. I didn’t want Dean to look at me when I listen to his constantly pacing heartbeat, the fluttering of his shirt as it caught my breath. At the moment I felt safe and secure, like nothing could harm me... and despite of myself, I didn’t want the moment to end. My heart dropped when he kicked the door of my room and very slowly I felt the futon touching my back. His firm hands grazed behind my neck as he placed me tenderly on my bed. The hand behind my knees withdrew ever to gently. A gentle finger brushed the hair off my face. I wish I could see the look of his eyes...

He will go any moment now... he thinks I am asleep...

Maybe I could act whatever and he will just forgive me, thinking that I am drunk.

‘Deeeeaaaan.... nghhh...’ I pulled his sleeve, feigning to be drunk, so scared to be my own self. It worked... his hand stopped on my temple and slowly withdrew. My heart quickened when he leaned towards me, dangerously close, his breath hitched near my lips, and he whispered.

‘Sweetheart... I know you are not drunk, so drop the act...’ His voice sounded cold and almost... hurt. I felt panicked, but my reaction was unexpected, even by me-- I laughed and sat up on my bed, looking at his face, looking grim in the slight light of my room.

‘You just shot my last line of defense...’ I sighed at him. ‘What do you want?’ I asked.

‘Was that true... you singing to me, was that true?’ Dean asked, hoarsely and as he uttered the last words, his voice shook a little. ‘Yes I did... so? What’s the big deal?’ I tried to brush it off despite my inside was screaming to do the entire opposite.

‘Of course it’s a big deal...’ He halted to find words, ‘things that you do for me, you should not do them... you should do them to someone who deserves’ his voice sounded very hurt.

‘Dean what are you talking about--’

‘I see the way you speak with Sam behind my back... I see the way you two move around, and I know...” Was he tearful? did I hear correctly? did he just...

‘Are you saying that you hate me--’

‘No god, I-I don’t--’ Dean sighed and grabbed my shoulder gently ‘I know you like Sam okay, and it’s obvious-- he speaks the way you speak’ Dean gulped and swiped his hand on his mouth, ‘I am saying this because... it kills me every time you do those little things to me...’

My drunken stupor gone, I was up on my feet, angry and tearful... that’s it, he will never see me that way, ‘thanks Dean... thank you for expressing things so fully.’ I stomped out of my room, and I heard Dean following me to the sitting room.

‘ _ , listen, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to hurt you and I am sorry that the words came out wrong and you can forget about my... you can just forget about it’ I saw Dean fidgeting around, pacing down and wiping his hand on his mouth, and very discreetly pretending to grab the temple, wiping tears... I know it because his eyes are rosy and he didn’t even smelt like alcohol all night.

‘Forget about it?’ I thundered at him, ‘forget about it?...You men... you are all the same.’ I said in anger, ‘your brain is like your boner... it points at one direction and it’s usually at the most easy, most convenient and most wrong way possible!’ I shook my head in anger. ‘Do you even understand the relation between me and Sam? Yes-- I like Sam, because he is easier to talk to. He was the first one who never made me feel like a freak, speaking in tongues, yes, we have so much in common but it’s not like that Dean--it’s not like that!’

‘But I heard you talking with him and--’

‘Oh god...’ I was going over edge, and when I looked at the poor guy, I felt a pang of pity for him. I knew exactly what he was feeling. I know that look on his eyes, he looks like this when he feels like an intruder, when me and Sam interacted. All this time he felt like an outsider who never belonged between me and Sam, who couldn’t keep up with us...

How could I do this to him?

‘He was coaxing me to admit to you that I sang to you when you were asleep’ that’s it... it’s all out in the open, I am all naked now. And look, he doesn’t even give a damn. ‘I never wanted to tell you at the first place because I knew you never felt the same for me.’

Dean frowned at me with confusion, he paced towards me and looked at me square in the eyes, ‘what exactly you felt about me?’ it wasn’t a mocking, teasing tone... it was disbelief.

‘I don’t know...’ I was scrambling to find my words, I was never good with words and feelings altogather-- I was very masculine, in this very sense and that’s why the boys and me were so similar. And now, I am trying to do the very thing I am worst at-- what a life!

‘I don’t know...’ the words rolled in my tongue, bringing some confirmation in the confusion, ‘I think-- it always was... a part in me. The comfort I felt when I was around you, I could rely on you all the time, the things you said that cheered me up... and then it just happened... when I stopped caring about you.’

I could tell he was shaking, although he was holding my hands to make me steady. He knew I needed to get the words out of my system, although the words may or may not be the words he needed to hear, but he is there--for me. He is waiting for me to tell it.

‘I stopped caring about how you behaved, how you goof around, how you mess things up... I stopped caring about your everything... your shortcomings and flaws and then I realized I never really cared about you before as much as I do now...’ I huffed.

It seemed that time ran slower than usual... I felt his hands sliding off mine. My heart dropped into my stomach like a cold stone when he let go of my hands, but wasn’t for the reason I was dreading. His right hand gently caressed my cheek as his lips crashed into mine. Softly and gently he held me into his arms like I was the most precious thing in his life. His arms slowly snaked around me lower back, that pulled me into an embrace as my head sank in his chest. I was too embarrassed to show my face right now, so I bawled, clutching his flannel shirt.

‘_ , what’s wrong, sweetheart... are you alright?’ Dean sounded alarmed as he bend to my face to look at me, while I was a teary mess. When his eyes met me, a series of emotions passed through the pickle-green eyes: concern, guilt, empathy and finally came down to gentle compassion. With his thumb and index finger, he pulled my chin up and with his relatively thick and big fingers started to wipe my tears away.

‘I don’t know Dean... I have never done this before.’

He pulled my shoulders away from himself, ‘what... confession?’

I nodded nervously, and waited for his reply. However, he gave me no answer, instead his wide green eyes slowly moved to inspect every crevice of my face.

‘What are you looking at?’ I asked him, after an eternity.

‘You...’ he mused as his lips barely moved with the words. He looked at me in a way that I never seen in his eyes. It was incomprehensible. I didn’t know he could look like that... was he really looking at me? My emotions were all astray and they finally rained in tears.

‘Shh... don’t cry sweetheart,’ He bent to my face to kiss the very place where my tears were concentrated into a thick droplet. ‘and don’t ever stop to tell me whatever comes into your mind without being embarrassed or scared or both.’ He cupped my face into his hands. ‘I was only wondering how long...’

‘Ever since I realized I won’t change a thing about you... even if it means letting you go with other girls different night, or do your usual shenanigans.’ I replied wittily, trying to smile.

‘Well, you shot my last amusement down... I am not going with anybody.’ He said while squeezing my nose, then again he paused to look at me.

‘God you’re beautiful....’

‘scuse me? where did that come from?’ I asked him, half amused, half surprised.

‘can’t you take a complement seriously for one time?’ Dean laughed as he kissed me.

‘What can I say... I learned from the best.’ I bopped his nose, ‘he is a master of denial and self-hate.’ I grabbed his hand to get him up and with the other hand I turned on the old transistor.

‘Dance me Dean Winchester...’ I said while putting his hands on my waist, ‘or don’t tell me you can’t...’ then I put my arms around his neck, as the old transistor whizzed with the oldie song. He gave me a smile that I haven’t seen in a really long time.

‘only if you sing to me...’ He whispered against my neck.

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In Too Deep

An original short, by Justice Cain Dani could feel all of the grit and annoyance of the past few days wash away as she let herself into her apartment. Finally! She was only moments away from sinking into her favorite chair and logging some serious game time. She couldn’t believe she was still wide awake after spending the last couple of days camping out for the new “DeathCraft” expansion set. Camping out for new games wasn’t a normal thing for Dani. This was actually the first time she’d ever done it. Usually she just pre-ordered and picked up new expansions, or downloaded them. But this release was different. In addition to not allowing pre-orders this time, the creators were giving a special mount to the first 50 people in line at each game store. This was a one-time only shot to get a non-transferable mount that allowed you to port from one region to another without the need of any kind of calling stone or special character ability; that was a treasure worth camping out for! But there was an additional incentive to camp out as well. A limited number of the games were going to be available to each store, the number varied based on gross sales of the store, but once they were sold out, you would have to wait at least 2 weeks for the second wave of games to hit the shelves. That meant you could be two weeks behind the rest of the world, not to mention your friends, in growing your characters. Not acceptable. There was also talk that features available in the first wave would no longer be offered by the second wave, but this had not been confirmed. Despite being rumor, there was no point risking it. Dani did not want to be lacking features that her competitors had available. So that’s how Dani ended up spending her last two vacation days this year, sitting on the hard sidewalk, outside of the Game Depot. The truth was, that camping out for something, anything really, was a secret bucket list item of Dani’s. She had nicknamed it “urban camping” when selling her friends on joining her and she had sold it as a really cool adventure. The reality of spending 48 hours, on a sidewalk, in front of a gaming store with 50 other unbathed, overtired, and hyper-anxious nerds while having a 15 min maximum to run to a port-a-potty and freshen up every three hours, was not the image she had painted, for her friends, or for herself. The doors opened at midnight but it took close to an hour for Dani and her friends to pay for and receive their copies of the game. She was home before 2 am, but she was looking at hours of downloads and updates before the game would actually be playable. The good news was that most people were asleep or out partying right now so her download speed was in its peak time. She started the first download going and went to take a shower. As she washed the street essence off of her, she acknowledged that she was still happy she had taken the adventure. At least now she could check it off her bucket list and say she had done it, even if she never wanted do it again; and she had an exclusive first copy with special mount. She had definitely made the right decision. She had been soaking in the steamy shower for close to an hour when a timer went off letting her know the first patch was likely done. Dani grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, quickly dabbing herself dry before twisting it at the top and tucking it in to stay in place. Sure enough when Dani got to her computer there was a popup box on the screen advising the patch was complete. Dani clicked on ‘Continue’ and a Terms of Service Agreement popped up. It was one of those that will not allow you to click on ‘Continue’ until you have scrolled to the bottom of the agreement, thereby suggesting that you had indeed read the entire agreement. Dani used her mouse to grab the little button on the right-hand scroll bar. As quickly as the program would allow, she rolled the screen down past pages of legal notices, descriptions and definitions. As she watched all the words fly by, almost in a blur, Dani wondered if anyone in the history of ever had actually sat and read all that crap; especially before jumping into a highly anticipated new game. The screen reached the bottom of the agreement and the ‘Continue’ button lit up. Dani clicked on it and the Agreement went away and was replaced by a new ‘Download’ box. Dani’s eyes quickly skimmed the explanation at the top of the box and then clicked ‘Download now’ to start the next patch. A long bar appeared at the bottom of the screen and started to fill up. The indicator below the bar predicted it would be 1 hour and 45 minutes to complete the download. The initial time predictions were never accurate (“Thank God!” Dani thought) because Dani kept much faster computers and Internet Speeds than the average consumer. Dani set her timer for 45 minutes and went to the kitchen to make something to eat. Dani loved to cook and was a self-proclaimed “foodie” so the crackers, meat sticks and potato chips she had lived on the last 2 days were not her favorite part of the adventure. Dani grabbed a frying pan and turned on the stove. She dabbed a little of her favorite olive oil on her fingertip and rubbed it into her chapped lips before pouring a little into the pan to heat up. The phone rang. She didn’t even have to look at the screen to know it was Deb calling. Deb would want to talk while waiting on the downloads to finish. Dani picked up the phone and clicked the green answer button. She could already hear Deb crunching on her bowl of cereal before she could say, “Hello.” Deb was a cereal junkie! She especially seemed to like eating it while she was talking on the phone. It took Dani close to a year to get used to listen to the constant crunching during phone conversations. Early on Dani considered ending the friendship over the annoyance; now she barely noticed it. *Crunch *Crunch, “What are you cooking?” *Crunch *Crunch came out of the receiver. “What makes you so sure I’m cooking?” Dani asked. *Crunch, “You’ve already been home over an hour and you haven’t cooked in days. Hmmmm…” Deb pretended to ponder the equation. “Ok smartass. How’s the Capt. Crunch?” Dani threw back. “Touché,” Deb said with a low whistle, “So what character are you going to make first?” Dani cradled the phone against her shoulders so she could slice vegetables while they talked about their builds. ~~~~~~~~~ It took most of the night to finish the downloads, by the time she clicked ‘Continue’ on the last patch, it was time to start getting ready for work. Dani had almost called in sick to work when she walked into the living room dressed to leave and saw the green bar at 100% and the “PLAY” button, lit up. She cursed herself for not having more than the two vacation days she needed for her “urban camping” event left. But today was Friday, and she would have all weekend to play, so she forced herself out the door and bought herself a donut at the corner market to congratulate herself for adulting like a rock star. The adulting stopped at the doorway to her office though. She daydreamed a good portion of her day and spent only slightly less time online searching the forums to see what reviews and hacks were already popping up. She also spent a little time talking to Deb and Glenn via text about their audio strategy for tonight’s run. There was discussion of using laptops so they could game from the same room, but the chance of lag on a laptop was too dismal a proposition to risk, especially on Release day! So they settled on using “Vent” which had been pretty reliable in the past. By the end of the day Dani had only really worked on one client’s file, she had decided to bring her backlog home. By Sunday afternoon she would be ready, or at least able, to unplug from the game for a while and focus on catching up her files. So at about a quarter to five, she had grabbed the large stack of files off the corner of her desk, shoved them in her oversized briefcase, grabbed her purse and her coffee mug and headed for the elevators. She had already stocked the kitchen with snacks and her favorite drinks, so nothing but Friday traffic stood between her and “DeathCraft” now. When she edged the car out of the parking lot and onto Main Street that evening, she had already started building the fifth version of her Dark Elf in her mind, but now, even the drive was behind her. It was game time! She had earned it. It was going to be an all gaming, all-the-time, kind of weekend. She dropped the keys on the entryway table as she passed it and stopped dead at the opening to the living room. She dropped her coffee mug and the mail as she jumped back and screamed in alarm. The man sitting in her favorite gaming chair didn’t flinch and didn’t try to quiet her. He just sat there looking at her with his eyebrows arched until some form of curiosity made her stop screaming. “You can keep doing that if you like, but sooner or later your neighbors will start to respond and you will have some explaining to do won’t you?” the man said in a slightly judgey tone. Dani was startled from her fear by instant anger, “I’LL have explaining to do?” she questioned. “Yes.” The man said matter-of-factly. “How would you explain my presence?” he asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Dani made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a choke, “Umm … I guess I’d introduce you as my intruder and ask someone to shove a foot up your ass?!? Or worse!” Dani said incredulously. The man laughed. I don’t think you’d be successful. You invited me here, and I have the paperwork to prove it. You would come off quite foolish if you tried to act like I was an intruder at this point,” the man explained. Dani just stared at the man for a moment. Her brain was moving in several different directions and she was not sure how to continue this conversation. For a moment she considered that she was hallucinating from lack of proper sleep and nutrition or that she had wrecked her car on the way home and was caught in a coma dream-state. But everything looked and felt very real. She could even smell the chuck roast she had put in the crock pot before leaving for work this morning stewing in its juices. “Do you smell in comas?” she wondered. “No.” the man said. Dani looked at the man, eyes wide, “No, what?” Dani asked. “No you do not smell in comas. Well at least you don’t smell your roast at home from your hospital room.” The man explained calmly. Dani took a step back, “Did I ask that out loud?” Dani wondered, out loud. “No.” the man replied again. Dani felt a little dizzy. “Well don’t be stupid, sit down before you faint and crack your skull open” Dani looked at the man confused. She heard herself ask in a weak voice, “AM I going to faint?” as the room started to spin and the floor came flying up at her face. When Dani came to, she was stretched out on her couch with a light blanket over her and one of her neck pillows under her head. As her eyes focused, she saw her favorite mug sitting on the table with steam gently rising out of it. She could smell the herbs and spices of her favorite Chai tea. She loved that smell. She breathed it in deeply. She couldn’t remember laying down when she got home, but apparently she had really needed the sleep so … Dani’s eyes shifted back to the steam. “If I put myself to bed, why is that tea still steaming?” she thought. She tried to sit up and turn at the same time, scanning the room for the man. “You needn’t panic. I’m right here,” the man said from an armchair opposite the couch, an amused smile on his face. Dani sat up and scurried to the farthest end of the couch and kept her feet under her ready to spring at him. He chuckled, “My, aren’t we primal dear? Relax, drink your tea,” he ordered gently. Dani instantly felt compelled to do as he said and she reached for her tea and then settled into the corner of the couch in a more comfortable position. She sipped on her tea and actually felt more relaxed. She looked up at the man and said, “Who are you?” The man smiled, “There now. When we are calm we ask the smart questions.” He gave her a mock tip of his cap, but he wasn’t wearing a cap. Then he continued, “I am Satan.” He said simply, “But you already knew that. What is your real question?” Dani never broke eye contact with him, “Why are you here?” The man smiled and leaned back in his chair, “To discuss our business arrangement of course.” He folded one leg over the other and leaned forward, clearly excited. Dani realized she should be feeling a great amount of alarm at this point, but she couldn’t. She remained entirely calm as she asked him, “What business arrangement is that again?” The man pulled a file from a briefcase that Dani didn’t remember seeing until now. As soon as the man opened the file and nodded, the briefcase disappeared. Dani stared at the space where the briefcase once was and willed her mind to be alarmed. The man pulled several sheets of paper, stapled together, from the file and leaned forward to hand them to her. Dani took the papers from him noting that they still felt warm from the printer. She looked down at the papers in her hand and saw the large bold words at the top of the page, “Terms of Service”. Dani flipped to the last page and stared, without blinking, at her signature at the bottom of the page. She turned back to the first page and began skimming each paragraph. She didn’t need to look hard because on the 3rd page, halfway down the page, one paragraph was bold and highlighted. Tears welled up in her eyes as she absorbed the words in that paragraph. Dani’s water-filled eyes moved from the words, now swimming on the page, to the man in her chair. “You don’t look like I would have imagined Satan,” she said softly in a creepily conversational tone. And he didn’t. He was young, not much older than her if any. He had a casual sort of surfer vibe to him, with an air of confidence and a suntan! He wore lightly distressed jeans with flip flops and a button down shirt, the top three buttons loosed. He was not hard to look at in any way and certainly had no horns or hooves that she could see. “I actually look EXACTLY as you would imagine me. I only appear as people imagine me. If you answered the door and your neighbor peered in, they might very well SEE that red demon with the horns and the hooves,” he answered the question she had not spoken. “The form I take is not as relevant as the souls I take,” he smirked at her knowingly and gave her a wink. Her skin crawled, and yet she could not feel alarmed. “What do you want from me?” a tear slipped free, from the puddle hovering at the edge of her eye, and slid down her cheek. “Don’t be alarmed Dani,” he said smoothly. Dani’s mind reeled at the irony of that statement and something in his eye said he was pleased that she had picked up on it. “I don’t ask anything of people that they don’t truly enjoy deep down. What I want from you is nothing more than you have been panting for all day. I want you to play.” He looked at her as if he had handed her a gift and was waiting for a squeal of delight and a hug. Dani asked cautiously, “Play what?” The man looked at her questioningly, “The game of course.” He let out a hearty laugh like adults always do when a child asks something silly. Dani thought about how to ask for clarification. “That doesn’t make sense. I was already going to play the game, so if that is all you wanted, I could be playing already?” Dani questioned. The man smiled. “What a great piece I got in you. I am SO excited you are mine. You will play well, I can tell.” The man had a slightly mischievous glow in his eye as he contemplated her future services to him. “My dear, I don’t intend to waste your talents sitting in this living room. You will play for real! You will BE one of my NPCs in the new expansion. The rest of your days will be spent in the world you love the most! Aren’t you excited?” The man beamed. Dani slowly processed his words, and finally, she felt alarm start to well up in her chest, enough that her chest might burst; her mind raced and she spun to ask the question. Before her lips could part she saw the man fling his arm open and across like he was presenting something and suddenly her entire world started to spin. The living room faded from view and a forest of trees swam into view. She hit the ground hard and caught her breath for a moment. Then she noticed the color and texture of her skin. She looked like a cartoon. Everything around her looked CGI’d. Her skin had a grayish hue and when she felt her ears, they were long and elven. She shakily got to her feet and quickly realized that she was significantly taller than she was used to. Looking at the ground almost made her dizzy. She was getting used to her new legs and trying to get a look at her body when she heard something behind her. She spun to see a Punky Brewster version of a Goblin and the goriest of Undead Hunters running toward her. They were cartoon characters, the same as her, but she would recognize Deb and Glenn’s toons anywhere.

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