#pls do not look too closely at the cup of tea I should have edited it to make the surface smoother but I didn't and it looks a little gross

[amagoner]

There is comfort in you ch.2

Chapter 2 yaaaay. This one turned out so much longer then I thought it would be and I’m not sure yet if that’s a good thing lmao. I’m trying to be better at editing my own work but I feel like at some point you just go snow blind. [disclaimer I’m dyslexic, pls be kind if there are any mistakes or if you have feedback.] Introducing some slight AU if you squint, Mom Riley, Tommy and Beth are alive. Mostly because I like the idea of them bully Simon about finally getting a girlfriend ehehehe Now I'm going to lay down on the ground and think about a next chapter.

Simon Riley x OFC/Reader ch.1

Chapter 2. Unfinished reports and favourite airplanes Ghost stared at the reports laying on the coffee table in front of him. They were months old and should have been archived weeks ago but apparently no one had felt like they were important enough to check and put away. Gently rubbing his temples he cursed himself for agreeing when Price called him on a Saturday morning asking if he could please come in and help him and Bishop. He groaned, picking up the folder from the top of the pile and flipped it open.

Simon gently rubbed his eyes, his fingers grazing the edges of the eye sockets of his mask. He looked up when the door of the coffee room he had made his sanctum opened. Bishop looked at him from the door, looking momentarily stunned, apparently not expecting him to be working here. “Oh hello Ghost,” she smiled brightly at him. “I hope the reports aren’t boring you too much.”

“They are, but they’re part of the job I’m afraid.” He looked up at the clock above the door. Only 10am, he had been slaving away that the reports since 8. How had he been there only two hours?! Bishop simply chuckled. “That they are, sadly.”

Ghost spotted something moving from the corner of his eye. Bishop’s son was standing at the edge of the short kitchen island, his little hand wrapped around the corner. His eyes were trained on Ghost, shrinking away behind the counter the moment he noticed Ghost looking back at him.

Simon looked down at the edge of the table, flexing his hands against his knees. He knew what he wants to do, he made up his mind weeks ago, after talking to Price.

“He looks young enough to not understand that you’re wearing a mask Simon.” He looked at Ghost from the corner of his eye, face still turned to the papers he was working on. “I’m not going to tell you what to do, only you can decide how you want to interact with the kid. If you rather never interact with him at all, that is fine to.”

It had been a few weeks at this point and Bishop worked well with TF-141. She was diligent and a hard worker and like Kate had promised Bishop’s son, whose name is Thomas they learned, didn’t come over a lot. Still, it did happen a few times and every time Thomas would struggle with the presents of the guys. Soap and Gaz both managed to chip away at the wall the young boy had pulled up, but he remained apprehensive.

Without thinking further about is Simon reached up and grabbed his balaclava, dragging it of his head. The plastic of the skull softly clacked against the table top, he could see Bishop shift behind the kitchen counter. He looked up at her, but she was looking down at the kettle she was filling with water, smiling at herself. “Would you like some tea, Ghost.” “Simon, you can call me Simon.” His hand came up to his hair, carting his fingers through the short, ashy blond strands. Clearing his throat, feeling very self-conscious out of nowhere. “I... would like a cup of tea, thank you.”

For a minute or two is was quiet in the room, safe for the rattling of the kettle. Simon bounced his knee up and down. Part of him had been jealous of Gaz and Soap, getting Thomas to open up to them had come so easy to them. With that closeness to the boy came a friendship with Bishop. He had watched Soap casually lean against a doorpost while talking to her, sly smile playing on his lips, calling her Louise. He was a handsome young man, easy to get along with. The two young men had joked about it. “Who knows, maybe she’s looking for a fine young lad.” They laughed, punching each other’s shoulder.

A burning sensation settled in Simon’s chest, penny sized, just below his sternum. It stung in a way that he wasn’t used to, unable to compare it to anything he’d felt before. ‘Focus Riley, focus on these stupid fucking reports.’

Suddenly, instead of looking at meaningless words strung together in sentences that said even less Simon found himself staring at the cover of a large rectangular book. Watercolour airplanes stood out against a blue, cloud blotted sky. Thomas stood next to him, eyes big and bright as he watched Simon’s face carefully. “Uhm.” He started, but then stopped looking down that the cover of the book he had extended.

“What’s this then? Did you get a new book?” He nodded vigorously. “Yes.” It was barely more than a whisper but firm. Simon grabbed one side of the book and opened it to one of the first pages, leaning it on his left thigh so Thomas could sit next to him. The boy clambered onto the couch and started pointing at planes.

“I assume you don’t drink sugar in your tea.” Bishop put two mugs down on the table. One was smaller than the other, the colour much lighter in colour then the larger mug. “I also assume you like your tea strong.” Simon nodded. “Thank you.” His own voice was soft, afraid if he spoke any louder he would scare the boy away.

They sat like this for a while, Thomas softy talking about the various planes on the pages of his book, Simon simply asking questions to prompt the boy to tell him more.

Bishop got up after she finished her tea, stretching her arms out above her like a cat. “Alright, time to get back to the coal mines.” Thomas looked up at her, surprised at the idea that more work needed to be done. “Can I stay here?” he asked her. Bishop smiled at her son. “I don’t know, you’ll have to ask Simon.” The boy immediately turned to Simon, eyes wide. “You can stay here, but I have to check all these papers.” He gestured dramatically to the stack of papers on the table in front of them. “I can’t promise it won’t be boring.”

“Be good, behave and listen to Simon, he is in charge. You hear?” Thomas sat straight at his mother’s orders, bring his right hand to his forehead in what was most likely supposed to be some sort of salute.

The rest of the morning went by quietly, Thomas didn’t say much while Ghost worked, only asking for another cup of tea after a while. Around Lunch time both Bishop and Price came to the coffee room, bringing sandwiches with them. While they ate Thomas told Price and Ghost all about how he was going to be a pilot and his favourite plane. The Panavia Tornado, a plane that was retired by the RAF in 2019, but neither of them had the heart to tell the boy while he rattled through every single fact about the plane he could remember.

After lunch Simon was left alone in the coffee room, Thomas having decided that he wanted to play with his toys in his mother’s office. Report after report shifted from one side of the table to the other, each time he reached for the cup of tea he had made only moments ago it was stone cold.

Finally the last report landed on the pile of finished paperwork. Groaning Simon rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes hard enough for his vision to go white and to show stars. The clock over the door glared at him, reading 6:30pm. He just glared back at it, wondering if it was mocking him. Like it was telling him “Look at you, the moron who spend his Saturday at work because he doesn’t have anyone or anything else going on in his life. And now you’ll have to go home alone and figure something out for dinner too.”

His eyes slid down to the door when it opened suddenly, Thomas skipped in, followed by Bishop and Price. Price held up to flimsy white plastic bags. “We come bearing gifts.”

“Take out for dinner.” Bishop clarified, seeing Simon’s questioning look. “We thought we should close of this miserable Saturday by having dinner together.”

The entire scene playing out in the small cramped coffee room felt foreign to Simon. He had always seen it on tv or movies but never had it in his youth. Just because they would sometimes sit at one table for dinner didn’t mean it ever felt like they were a happy family having dinner together. Even sitting at one table with his mom, Tommy, Beth and Joseph he would feel out of place from time to time. Their lives were all so safe, so mundane compared to his. It was easier to pretend he was supposed to be here talking to Price and Bishop about their jobs and missions from the past present and future, while occasionally one of them would encourage him to eat the vegetables in his fried rice.  

---

“Bishop, you go on home, Simon and I can clean up.” Price told her as she tried to start cleaning plates away. “Are you sure, I can stay and help.” “No.” Price said firmly and pointed at Thomas, who was practically falling asleep at the table. “Go home, that’s an order.”

“Alright Captain.” Bishop leaned up to kiss Price on his cheek. “Thanks again guys, if it wasn’t for you two I would be drowning in these reports for the next three months.” She was small compared to Simon, then again most people were small next to him. His chest tightened, looking down at her he realized he liked the way she looked looking back up at him. A soft smile dancing on her lips, something mischievous playing in her eyes. She stood on her tippy toes, resting one hand gently on his chest as she reached up to kiss him on the cheek as well.

“Have a good rest of your weekend boys, I’ll see you again on Monday.” With that she was out the door, ushering her tired son out.

Simon rubbed his chest absentmindedly, that slight burning sensation returning as he watched the two leave. “Simon, you good?” He looked back at Price, having forgotten the other man was there at all for a brief moment. “Yea, all good. Heartburn I think, probably something I ate.” Price just shook his head, mumbling something to himself while he cleaned the takeout containers away.

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #modern warfare 2 #cod modern warfare #modern warfare x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #gonerwords

[lawyerd]

532 | Back to your regularly scheduled, no longer ‘bar studying’ programming.

Guys my “to be read” stack is SO LARGE oh no. I bought or acquired a ton of books while studying for the bar that I wasn’t able to make my way through until now. The stack is practically toppling over. 

Currently Listening - Empress, Moringsiders [Spotify playlist]

#pls do not look too closely at the cup of tea I should have edited it to make the surface smoother but I didn't and it looks a little gross #agatha christie #my books #tea time #mine #p

[marsandsaturn]

being with eren - headcanons

| based on the headcanons that live rent free in my head. also this is me trying to get my friend sal to love eren again. you horny eren stans are ruining his character so stop it😤

• modern!eren ; fluff ; gn!reader (as always)

• if they are typos im sorry, it is too long to look over and im lazy, sorry :/ edit: proofread now so hopefully its better 😛

; before dating eren ;

• okay so everyone makes out this angry boi to be a player. like he only likes to fucking around.

• but i headcanon that this man has only had sex like 3 times. like if were talking modern!eren then like he lost his virginity in his freshman of college. so he had sex in his freshman year (1) in his sophomore year (2) and in his junior year (3)

• now he’s a junior and you’re a freshman in college. okay keep that in mind for this part of the headcanon

• he meet you through levi, because somehow you and levi are like childhood best friends. but anyhow.

• he “stopped fucking around” (pls he’s not a fuck boy, stop making him out as one) when he met you.

• you were just so beautiful in his eyes, that he didn’t want to sleep with anyone.

• he wanted a whole life with you, and if he’s able to sleep with you, thats a plus.

• (he wants grow old with you,,plss thats so cute)

• this man is dense (whether that is canonverse or modern!au) so he doesn’t know how to approach you. like does he do it the cliche way that he’s seen in movies? or the romantic way, which he learned from his english lit class?

• he decides on the former but luckily mikasa stops him and tells him that he should approach you slowly instead on plainly asking you out.

• yup mhm even armin tells him (heck the whole squad tells him) to take it slow. none of that kissing booth crap. none of that. (its an okay movie, but its not my cup of tea)

• also fyi he knows levi because levi is the captain of the soccer team, which eren, jean, and connie are apart of. (don’t argue with me i headcanon that he is either on the soccer team or or the baseball team)

• so boom, he walks up to you and says if you want to hang out. ya’know all casual and what not.

•except for he might have stuttered a bit because you turned around confused but when you saw that it was him you showed him your beautiful smile. (he’s already in love but he’s denying it)

• so now you guys are “hanging out” (little does he know you kinda consider this a date)

• btw the “hang out” was at an arcade because he found out you love games.

• eventually you went on more dates and then when your freshman year of college and his junior year of college ends, the two of you date.

; dating eren ;

•im a sorry (no i am not) to all the eren stans who think the only thing he will do is rail you.

•i mean sure but not so early on into the relationship (probably when the two of you are close to a year of dating, will get more physical)

• at first he’s pretty much a sweetheart. after class (he’s now a senior, you are a sophomore) he’ll bring you some sort of food, or he’ll buy you like a bracelet or something because he felt like it ( his family is rich because his father is a doctor. like it kinda makes sense, butttt he doesn’t like that rich life get to his head, he keeps it humble😌)

• but then you know the urges that comes with being with someone comes the horniness (is that a word??) he’ll want to slowly ease into sleeping with you.

• he doesn’t want to immediately degrade you, and do all that kinky stuff. sure he’ll have some dirty talk but he’s wants it vanilla at first because remember he wants to grow old with you, he wants a life with you. (how sweet🥰)

• this man loves to tease you. light teasing because that is just the man he is.

• he sees you as his other half, so whenever his anger gets the best of him, he needs to find you immediately. you calm him down.

• he’ll call you his angel, his dearest, his pretty girl/boy, his other half, his miracle. he’ll call you whatever

• he loves cuddling with you, and he hopes you love cuddling as well. if he could he’d rather stay in bed in cuddle with you for the rest of his life, then go to class or work.

• he loves taking showers/baths with you. and no not because he wants to have sex in there, i mean every once in a while is okay. but he likes it when you wash his hair, or whenever you play with the bubbles, or listen to music while washing each other.

• he wants you to meet his parents. ESPECIALLY HIS MOM. (he is such a momma’s boy i swear)

•if his mom doesn’t approve of you, he doesn’t know what he would do. (he would probably try everything in his power to convince her but lets admit it, if you make eren happy, she approves)

• he loves morning kisses with you. like the both of you are sleepy, his eyes and your eyes are slightly closed and then you kiss. (ahhhh😫🥰) then he smiles. (that smile makes you sqeual because its so cute)

• he likes to talk to you about kids. it scares him but it also excites him to have a family with you. he loves seeing the way his dad looks at his mom, so he wants that.

• if you two can’t have kids because of your anatomy, or because or some other reason, he is happy to adopt. if you don’t want kids, that is okay because he wants to be with you for life.

• he is humble and is greatful for you, and thanks the heavens or whoever let you come into his life.

ahhhhh im surprised i actually finished a post instead of leaving it in my drafts

i love eren so much. also im gonna a levi one similar to this. also of jean, connie, armin, erwin, wtc.

my request are open but plesse don’t request match ups. those take a lot of time.

#marsandsaturn©️ #character x reader #aot eren #hobo eren #snk eren #eren yeager #shingeki no kyojin #eren jaeger #eren headcanons #eren fluff #eren jeager x reader #attack on titan #✨marsandsaturn’s masterlist

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Books and Anxiety: Dating edition

a/n: sooo, I know this isn’t actually in the right order BUT. This story absolute slaps, like I’ve never been prouder of my writing. Historical AUs my beloved. If you enjoy this shit to give it some love folks, pls. 

Parings: analogical,  very background brotherly prinxiety and dukexiety as well as platonic logicality 

Warnings: a little bit of self deprecation, anxiety (this is Virgils pov), and one sex mention at the very end (just skip the bonus to avoid it) 

Word count: 1,260

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Virgil tapped his foot. Why had he thought this was a good idea. Stupid. Too many things could go wrong, they could get kicked out of the Library, Logan could decide he wasn’t worth the energy, Logan might not even show up! Maybe he had already realized how awful Virgil was and never wanted to see him again.  

He glanced at his watch, 4:46. Okay, Logan was 15 minutes late, there are worse things to be. Plenty of things could have happened between the printing press and the downtown library. 

Virgil watched as the horses trotted happily down the cobblestone street. Oh to be a horse. Free of cute boys who make your heart feel like it's gonna explode and then stand you up. 

It was shocking that Logan even saw something in Vigil. He didn’t particularly like standing out. His dirty grey trench coat and cap helped him blend into the grimy shadows. He wasn’t good-looking or particularly smart and worked in a factory. Whereas Logan was a brilliant budding writer who was, to put it lightly, ridiculously gorgeous. Yet he had asked Virgil out.

Virgil rubbed his face, in his rush to get to the library he had forgotten to wash it (shut up, he was excited). He had used a ‘borrowed’ kerchief from his brother Roman but there was probably soot covering his entire body. If Logan was to show up who’s to say he wouldn’t take one look at Virgil and leave.

  The man leaned against the tree behind him. Nodding to passersby and trying to look like he wasn’t screaming inside. 

Few more minutes of torture later, Logan made an appearance. His worn brown jacket and blue tie flapped behind him as he sprinted across the street towards Virgil. He was missing his hat and his brown hair was disheveled. “I am so sorry” he panted. 

Virgil put a hand on his shoulder, “s’ fine, I wasn’t here long” he said softly. Logan smiled, catching his breath, “thank goodness, I- well, I got caught up in an article and time escaped me, again” Virgil chuckled gently, “I could tell” he said, pointing to Logan’s ink-stained hands. 

Logan flushed a little and accepted the offered kerchief, wiping his hands vigorously. “So uh, the library” Virgil nodded, “after you” he murmured and smiled down at Logan as the lovely man’s blush only deepened. 

The downtown library was much smaller than the uptown one. It housed more rebellious volumes and the librarians were far nicer. It was an old brownstone that had been sold to the town a few years ago. The once lovely building was sorely neglected and had fallen into disrepair. The town didn’t want to spend much money on it, so they stuck some books inside. 

All in all a perfect first date for two gay men in the early 1900’s.

The librarian waved happily at Logan as he entered the building, “well how do ya do Mr. Berry” Logan smiled “I’m quite well Mx. Heart, this is my um- this is Virgil Storm” Mx. Heat beamed. “Oh my! I heard so much about you, would it be alright if I hugged you. Ohhh” Virgil looked at Logan, baffled, who shrugged. Mx. Heart wrapped Virgil in an impressively strong hug before ushering the two away. After all, it was a date. 

Virgil carefully walked through the crowded rows of books. Books were placed haphazardly on every available surface, the few desks had piles of books on and/or underneath them. 

Despite the chaos, Logan seemed to know exactly where everything was. Virgil nervously looked away from his date towards one of the books on top of the pile. 

‘The wild olive; by the basil king,’ someone liked food, goodness. Virgil put down the book and continued his search. His attention was caught by a big black book ‘spiders’ which was printed on the back in spindly silver font. Virgil’s breath caught slightly, as he picked up the heavy volume. 

“Found something?” Logan asked, Virgil startled and nearly dropped the book, “sorry,” Logan said scratching his neck, Virgil shook his head, “It's fine, I did, uh- it’s a book on arachnids. When I lived in the country I had a pet spider but it was um- killed…” 

“I’m sorry,” Logan said touching Virgil’s arm softly, “s fine, I mean- I wasn’t fine then” Virgil laughed awkwardly, “but it’s fine now” he shrugged. “Are we gonna find a desk or..” Logan shook his head, “no, I want to show you something”. He held out his hand, Virgil took it without hesitation.

Logan led Virgil across the room and into a small corner blocked off by a shelf. With his free hand, he pushed on the panels and it swung open like a door. 

The stairs going down were broken and blocked off but those going up seemed sturdy. Virgil stayed alert and ready to grab Logan should something was to go wrong. That would be a great way to spend a date, falling through a staircase and dying. 

The two made it up the stairs without incident. The room the staircase led to was also in disrepair but it had been patched up enough that no-one would be falling through the floor, though you never could tell. Virgil's brother Remus had taught him that. 

There was a cracked stained glass window that let in shards of colored light illuminating the room with beautiful hues of blue and purple. Cushions lined the room as well as quite a few blankets. A coffee table pressed up against the wall held an assortment of pens and pads of paper all decorated with the same slanted handwriting. There were also quite a few cups of cold tea across the room which made Virgil smile. 

“Well?” Logan asked a little nervously. “It’s beautiful” Virgil beamed. Logan looked very pleased with himself and led the man to a well-worn spot directly beneath the window. 

Virgil followed dutifully sitting just close enough to Logan for it to be flirty without invading personal space. He was adamant about respecting boundaries and at this point, Logan hadn’t set quite enough for him to initiate anything, though he wanted to. 

Logan shifted towards him (yeeessss) opening his book, it was on psychology, one of Logan’s many interests. Virgil opened his book, and let himself relax a little. 

Virgil’s watch ticked past 12, Logan was fully seated on Virgil’s lap and was reading excerpts from his book out loud. Virgil was smiling like a fool, absentmindedly branding the longer parts of Logan’s unruly chestnut hair. 

“While dreams are the compilation of memories and fantasy when studied mean- meaning can be derived from them *yawn* furthermore” Logan mumbled sleepily. 

Virgil laughed lightly, “Lo?” Logan hummed, letting the book fall onto his lap. “You need to go home?” Logan shook his head, “not really I- *yawn* no one’s expecting me” he said grinning up at Virgil who smiled right back down, “no one’s expecting me either” Logan hummed happily and leaned back into Virgil’s chest. 

The added weight surprised Virgil. He held Logan tightly as he lost his balance. They slid down the wall and landed with an oof onto Virgil’s back. The two tired men dissolved into giggles. 

Logan flipped onto his stomach and tucked his head into Virgil’s chest. “Night verge” Virgil smiled, “good night” he pressed a kiss into Logan’s hair and closed his eyes. 

*Bonus

“hem-hem” Logan blearily opened his eyes and was met with an angry Patton Heart. “did you have sex in my library!!!!”

#sander sides #sanders sides #ts analogical #analogical #virgil x logan #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #logan sanders #ts logan #roman sanders #ts roman #remus sanders #ts remus #platonic logicality #brotherly prinxiety #brotherly dukexity #familial prinxiety #requests #thomas sanders

[miyaniacs]

So um I guess this is a emergency request but take time if you need tsukishima, atsumu, shirabu and oikawa reacting to their sweet s/o showing up to school with bruise on thei eye because her mom threw a glass bottle at their face thanks and sorry if you don’t write this kind of stuff

Okay i - what. I can’t describe what I’m feeling rn. I really hope you’re okay baby 🥺❤️ that’s something no mother should do. Like ever - I truly hope this happened just this one time and not anymore and if it’s not the first time / it happens regularly. Please get help. Or stay at your friends for a bit ... Also if you wanna talk - my messages are open!

And I’m sorry that it’s not that emotional- i didn’t want to add anything that didn’t happen and tried to do it more neutral- hit me up tho if you want anything more detailed for one of them like a oneshot or something else

masterlist

Warnings : mentiones of physical abuse

HC seeing his S/O with a bruise

Tsukishima

As soon as he sees the bruise he‘d grab your arm and pull you into the next vbc club room and talk to you in private

you try to play it off and tell him that you fall or something

But he’s not that stupid

So eventuell you have to tell him

As soon as he hears the words “my mum” he’s shaking.

He’s just seconds away to go to your house and tell your mother off.

But - you’re his priority now so he takes a few deep breaths and pulls you into his chest

His arms are so tightly wrapped around you - you struggle to breath

After a few minutes he gently pushes away and places his hands on your shoulders - eyes locked with yours

“You’ll stay with me for the next days.”

“No Tsuki I ca-“

“No. This wasn’t a suggestion. I’m coming with you after school and get your stuff. I won’t let you enter this house alone”

At yours his eyes are throwing daggers at your mother, he’s always staying in front of you, not letting your mum touch you nor look at you for too long.

This night he holds you Soo close

He feels your body slightly shaking in your dream and in the dark room the tears shine in the moonlight

He’s not sleeping much, his thoghts circle around what he can do to help you.

Gosh he’s so soft the past days. Always kissing you, holding your hand, hugging etc.

Atsumu

Now. He’s even more angry than Tsuki.

You don’t even have to tell him that it’s your mum

He already knows. He’s not that obvious when it comes to you

He’ll pull you on his lap in some empty class room and let’s you tell him what happened

He’s constantly stoking your hair and back, placing kisses on your head or just holding your hands

You begin to cry and omg he’s trying his best not to scream out

He’s so fuckin’ angry

It’s so hard for him to control his emotions

But you need him now. So he pulls himself together

After school you left to go home & he left for practice

He pulls osamu to the side

And omg. He’s RAGING

He’ll try to explain what happened but he’s so furious. He just punchs the wall over and over again screaming

Osamu and Kita have to drag him to the ground

After he somehow manage to tell him - they’re both on their way to yours, telling the coach it’s an emergency & calling their mum.

You open the door to find the twins out of breath.

“Where’s your mum?” Osamu aks

“Still at work - why? What are you doing here?”

“Getting you out of here - you’re staying at ours. We already talked with mum.” Atsumu says and is already on his way into your room getting the stuff you need.

Later that day, their mum helped you cleaning the wound and made you some tea

You and the twins have a movie night and you fall asleep in Atsumus arms, which are protectively wrapped around you a few “ I won’t let her hurt you again - ever” are also heard.

Shirabu

Okay so you only meet him before your first classes for a few seconds.

He sees the bruise - but there was no time to talk

Sooo during the whole day his mind keeps thinking on what happened

He knew about your mum’s outbursts... but she wouldn’t right?

Well... at the last class he knew. She would. You’re not that clumsy and you’d also won’t try to hide it if you’ve just fallen

He’s so angry?? And sad ?? And confused??

You have to get out of there tho.

Soooo after practice he goes to Ushijima and asks him if he can help him

Having Ushijima there’s no way your mum would try anything when he gets you out of there

So after practice ended they meet you outside the gym

“Don’t say anything- I figured it all out. You’ll stay at mine.” He says and pulls you into his arms.

“But.. she won’t let me...”

“That’s why i asked Ushijima to come with us.”

You look to your right with big eyes and are blessed with Ushijimas kind and soft smile.

“I’ll do whatever I have to do to help.” He smiles

You open your door and are greeted by your mum screaming why you took so long.

You tell her that you’d be staying at Shirabus for a few days.

She’s about to say something BUT then she’s met with a intimidating wall walled Ushijima and so she mumbles something which can be understood as a : do what you want

You’re in for some fast food and Ben and Jerry’s that night

also he’s constantly having his hands touch you - making sure that you’re still here with him - he’s still trying to comprehend what happened- yet he knew that you won’t go back to this house anymore.

Oikawa

Okay so he sees you and he’s like

“Nawww my clumsy babyyyyyyy”

Then he sees the way you avoid looking at him and all his carefreeness and sillieness is gone

“Y/N, Love, what happend - don’t ... pls don’t tell me.”

You can’t answer and just tear up

You’re already wrapped in his arms his head resting on yours

“Shhhh it’s okay baby. I’m here. I won’t let her lay a hand on you ever again.” He’s so serious now.

Inside he’s burning. He’s so angry. And he doesn’t understand HOW. How could someone hurt someone as precious as you?!

He’s rocking you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings trying to comfort you

After you calmed down he tells you that you’ll stay at his tonight.

his parents look at you - he already texted them what hapoend - their eyes are filled with sorrow

They tell you that you can stay for as long as you want and if you need any help you can just tell them

That night soft Oikawa is activated

Omg he treats you like his baby.

You’re wrapped in 3 blankets, hot cocoa with little marshmallows in his favorite cup, chips and chocolate right next to you.

Him sitting behind you, his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder while you two watch a Disney movie

The next day, his mum drives you to your house

You get all the stuff you need and leave a note on the kitchen table telling your family that you’ll stay at Oikawas for an unknown time

Now you have him clinging on you at night for the rest of your life - happy you

Edit:

ALL THE BOYS WOULD CRY.

Tsuki would do it under the shower so NO ONE would figure it out - they all feel that something isn’t right tho

Atsumu would just break down at some point at a random time because trying to be strong for you was just too much at some point

Shirabu would cry while he‘s explaining everything to his parents on why you need to stay

And oikawa would either cry while he’s holding you In his arms or at night during his sleep when the thoughts and the realization on what happened hits him ( he probably tries to push them aside before)

They all still try to not do it infront of you because they want to be your rock and they want you to feel that they are strong enough for the both of you

general tag list : @brokeyiam 

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #atsumu headcanons #oikawa headcanons #atsumu x reader #tsukishima x reader #hq requests #hq headcanons

[riskeith]

hi babe, hope you slept well.. ♥️

answering on the phone is just *takes screenshots* *opens tumblr app* *switch between screenshots and answering* do you also put on my messages on the laptop and answering with your phone usually, because that’s what i do lmao sjshdks. thank god for technology.

(I LOVE BEING CALLED BRO.. i believe that i would’ve been a dudebro in another life tbh..) there is? i’m not super immersed in the fandom actually so i had no idea, do you have any examples? ofc only if you wanna talk about it i know these topics can sometimes be annoying to think about. also you’re right! ‘don’t like don’t read’ is the law. follow it. i can’t believe how some people have the nerve to talk about what other people do creatively... yikes

you should if you ever find yourself not knowing what to read! i think their fics were some of my first in the fandom and they set the bar so high hehe. dude i love how oikawa just wants to see kageyama burn it’s so funny..... he’s so cocky about it while kageyama’s just his moody self. speaking of; one of my fave fics of yours is the swapping jerseys one!

WTF 😭 BABY POOLS AND POOL FLOATIES..... razor please come back to us please. sidenote but do you also think that his powers are 5 star level? hes soo powerful it’s so odd how he’s only 4 star haha... or maybe it’s just me being biased.

YEAH! THE SAVING SCENE IS SO AHHHHH. god especially if they have dialogue while person a is hurting and person b just spills all their feelings and becomes so erratic and scared and person a is like holy shit you love me.... and after everything is okay there’s still some awkwardness and tension and aaa.... 💢💔

OOO. sadly the ps5 is always out of stock it’s crazy how fast it sold out. but i mean it makes sense it’s arguably the most popular console so.. hopefully they restock soon. last of us is such a fun game! and the second part is ~gay~ which is always a plus. i’m not sure which memes you mean? tell me 👁 HAHA that makes sense actually omg... lumine and aether reunion won’t happen until like two years if the updates keep coming the way they are (STOP THAT WOULD ACTUALLY BE SO FUNNY.... like hello if you want to unlock the rest of the story you either gacha $pin for it or you imagine it yourself love ♥️😗) talking about this makes me wonder what the other worlds might look like....

your followers are just here to witness us planning our co-op date sjsjdkdjskz. speaking of,,, hehe. i have some fantastic news. i’m at ar level 11 right now and co-op unlocks at level 16... i might just reach that tomorrow (today for you) so i’m just saying hehehehehehehehehehehe.... 😏♥️

BOWL CUT. my cutie little baby. also mullet? sounds nice omg you will probably rock that look... 😳 i’m a non mullet supporter but if cluna has a mullet then call me a yeehaw mullet lover i suppose. can’t believe my wife is a cowboy. OMG YEAH IT MUST FEEL SO NICE your head went bzz bzz. how long did it take for them to accept it? and yeah god ikr some people take hair so seriously which is fair but also i’ve never understood it... like it grows out..? wow you really went from a ballet girl to punk rock style huh. i feel like you’re the both sides of the ‘she was a punk she did ballet’ meme.

memo fic is a jealous fic? mmm smells good. I FIGURED jshdjdkhsjs slow songs are just not your forte, huh? rip. langst is the best yet worst thing ever tbh. and YEAH I DO we’re truly 🤝 ok literally mood sometimes it’s just nice to talk about how much you love a character through another character in a fic yk? so what if this 2k fic contains 1k words about how beautiful oikawa looks? it’s what iwa feels <3 (YOU’RE LEARNING!!!!!!! THATS SO EXCITING!! i guess you just have to drive me around, huh?)

oh i’m in love i’m with that fic my girl. and i knew about that spoiler it’s kind of hard to miss it since it’s everywhere skdhdkdhdk... god, that sounds so good thank you for sharing it. pining iwaizumi hajime >>>>>>>> the air i need to exist 🥺 

THE DAY IS SO SOON CLUNA, it’s literally here soooo soon holy shit i just can’t wait. i played for almost 6 hours today in a row like an idiot and now i never wanna see hilichurls again in my life but hey, one step closer to my baby. prepare yourself.. 😏

AWWW i had a feeling you’d be a tea person. but omg tea effects your sleep? how late is too late for you to drink it? what’s your favorite flavors? 👁 and i’m addicted to both shdkdhsks. i say addicted bc i literally have 6 cups of tea per day easily and like.. 1 or 2 coffee cups per day. it’s really bad but i can’t stop so.. 🙇🏽‍♀️

COLLEGE BOYFIES CLUNA. COLLEGE BOYFIES WITH DIP DYE HAIR. imagine them doing each other’s make up and nails before going to concerts together. imagine xiao in euphoria kind of make up. holy shit. here’s something for your overwhelmed heart jsdhjshska. xiaoven soulmates girl, no doubt about it. THE EDIT THE EDIT THE EDIT!!!! they just look so beautiful. we need scenes with them like Asap. the edit is based on a fic... notes down.

can’t wait to see your screenshots. super excited!!

xo, m.a. (i almost wrote my name down in a haste shshskdjdk... although you’ll find it out soon...)

hiya!! i slept alright~ ahaha

:o that’s smart! but no i don’t LOL whether i’m on my phone or my laptop i just continuously scroll up and down fhdskjfkhsdf i think that’s why i come close to missing some paragraphs some times oops. yay for the ~wonders of technology~

(AIGHT NICE AHAHHA fhsdkjfsh does that mean you’re a bit of a tomboy?) actually coincidentally i came across this thread: https://twitter.com/maxatsuomi/status/1350145589296685057 which gives you an idea lmao (also some things on there i wasn’t even aware of wtf) EXACTLY??? it’s even worse when non content creators try to come for content creators like?????????/ um you’re getting all this food for FREE and yet?????? lmfao the nerve of some people

i def will!! FKJSHFDSKJ yeah that do be their dynamic lolol. and thank you!! i too think i snapped on that one 😩😩 glad others agree ahahah

i actually haven’t really seen him in combat... and when we could trial him i was too busy trying to pass the quests to focus on how he fought fhdkfhsdkfjshf but i do think his abilities are cool!! he have wolf above head 🥺

YEAHHH BOYEEEEEEEEEEE god that reminds me of a scene from a drarry fic (What We Pretend We Can't See wink wonk)

oh damn!! hope they restock soon for your sake~ yissss ive watched a playthrough and omg lev.... my Son. i don’t think i can find the memes again but it was just about the bugs like how if you throw a grenade on the highway everyone will run out of their cars like a flashmob or something hfskfhsdjfkds. (LMAOOOOO) there’s actually a trailer with the other worlds! https://youtu.be/TAlKhARUcoY (it has spoilers tho supposedly lol. none we understand rn at least)

hdsfkhjs. omg you absolute legend!!!! but i also hope that you’re taking care of yourself and prioritising the important things too fhsfhdksdhf. but i am excited hehehehehe

AHHAAHKFHDSKJFSD pls... once i saw someone with an actual proper mullet on the bus and i was like “ew... keith would look like this irl?” FJSDHKFSAHKDASHDFSDJFKJFDSHFKJS. but what can i say i got influenced by all the kpop bois 😔 and hmmm idk? i think my dad didn’t care too much but ik my mum did/does fhsfskfsdfhkf so who knows lollllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. IT REALLY DOES GROW OUT LMAO LIKE. fhkshkfsdkj my cousin called me a rockstar when she saw it LOL so you’re prob right 🤪

yeah slow songs really just. aren’t LMAO ‘behind this mask of mine’ was based on a slow bts song and i put it in the playlist i had for it (bc obviously) but i wanted to skip it every time hfksjdhfskjdfhskfdkfhkslfhadksfjsdjhfkashkfjsdh. EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!! you are so correct. (hehehe i was gonna say that too that you don’t need to drive bc it’ll take you around 😏 LMAO)

fhkdsj thank!! legit pining iwa.......... more like pining ME mayhaps i just be self projecting 🤪🤪

lolol dw i can fight the hilichurls for you 😩 also who’s your fave enemy to fight! i used to like fighting the treasure hoarders most but the hilichurls are cute.. FHSKJDHFSDFKJSD plus i need their fucking masks my god why are their drop rates so shit hfsdhjfks

i’m not too sure actually? i’ve never been up early enough to test it but i like drinking tea like after dinner... which is the problem AHAHA. hmm well i like matcha a lot LOL but also chai? and then like black tea.... all the other ones too... i used to drink some fruity ones which were nice but we have a lot of the like basic chinese ones at home too and i enjoy those as well lol. wbu?? omg.... m.a........... dfhksdfkjhfkjshfksjd that’s a lot!!!!!!! do you even need to drink water then HKDSJFHKSDFHDKDSHFJKSDH

omg............. ive never seen euphoria LOL but ............. omg ...................... i cannot process thoughts rn.....

xoxo!! c.r. (you mean bc we’ll be playing co-op? you don’t have to if you’re uncomfy fhdskjf my genshin name was literally ‘aether’ up until yesterday FHDFHSDKFSDFJSHFKSDF)

#marriage anon #wowclunaanswers #long post

[peters-holland]

46, 47 and 50 with steve pls ❤️

Honestly this was so fun to write. 

46, 47 & 50 with Steve Rogers

“Leave. See if I care.”

“I did not ask for your opinion.”

“I love you.”

Words: 1118 

Warnings: none, to my knowledge. Just angst and fluff at the end. This one is surprisingly edited for the most part. 

Steve had been away with the avengers for some time. This wasn’t unusual but what worried you the most that you had no idea what he was doing. You didn’t even know when he was coming home. You’d been together for over a year and this happened a lot but this time was one of the worst. You were sitting in the apartment you shared in New York City, looking out the large window that spanned almost the entire wall. All you could think about was your boyfriend and how you had absolutely no idea where he was.

You had been standing there in your pajamas holding a cup of tea for too long. The tea had gone cold and you were getting tired. Just as you were about to turn in for the night you heard the door to your apartment open and saw the light from the hallway reflecting in the window. You could see Steve’s figure in that same reflection, outlined in the light. You turned around to face him. Any other time you would’ve ran to him and hugged him but you couldn’t bring yourself to this time. Steve had a cut on his face and the sight just made you angry.

He had left for over two weeks without even letting you know where and hardly telling you that he was alive. Him coming home was a good thing but this was something you needed to discuss. You just sort of stared at him from your spot at the window.

“(Y/N)?” He asked softly, placing his bag down.

“Hey,” you responded in a calm tone. You could feel yourself getting upset with him even when you were this happy to see him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, confused as to why you hadn’t run into his arms.

“No,” you said after taking a deep breath.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong is you going away for over two weeks and not even telling me where you’re going,” you said, as calmly as you could.

“(Y/N) don’t be angry,” he begged quietly.

“I’m not I just wish I knew where you were—“

“I’m fine,” he assured.

“You’re not, Steve! You have a cut on your face-“

“It’s minor,” he swore.

“But this has happened before. You’ve come home and you’ve been injured and I could never live with myself if you died out in the middle of nowhere and I didn’t even know about it!” You said, your voice beginning to raise.

Steve didn’t want to get angry but he felt himself going there. “(Y/N), I’m doing what has to be done!” He said, now raising his voice as well.

“Do it while telling me if you’re okay!” You responded.

“It’s not as simple as that,” he said, almost coldly.

“Yes. It is, Steve. It is that simple,” you stated.

“It’s really not but I don’t expect you to get it,” he snapped and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You snapped back. Sure you didn’t have a job that was anywhere near as important as his but you understood what he was doing.

“You just don’t get it, (Y/N), this is important to me,”

“I get that, Steve. But I thought I was important to you too.” you retorted. Steve shook his head and closed the door, trying not to slam it.

“Don’t you dare say that, you are important to me,” he said, angry that you would say such a thing.

“Then don’t ignore me when you’re doing something potentially dangerous!”

“I have to! It’s part of the job,”

“No it’s not, Steve.”

“I knew this would happen I knew you wouldn’t get it,” he said.

“Stop saying that!” You yelled.

“It’s true, (Y/N)! You worry so much about me—too much. You can’t say that you get what I’m doing-“

“I did not ask for your opinion!” You snapped at him when he began to try to tell you how you felt.

“You need to hear it!” He said. “You don’t understand that this is just what I do. You need to understand that this is my job. I didn’t ask to be a superhero or whatever this is but it’s what I have to do, I have to protect people. If that means putting myself at risk then that is what I have to do!” He said.

“I can’t have you putting yourself at risk,” you told him.

“I thought I was coming home to my loving girlfriend who could unwind and forget about all the other dangerous things in the world that I have to deal with.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Steve. I’m sorry that I’m not waiting for you in our bedroom like a little housewife to make you feel better whenever you need it,” you said. Steve knew he was old fashioned, but that was kind of harsh.

“I don’t expect that from you, you know that.”

“No I don’t,” you told him.

“If that’s what you think then maybe I should just go,” he said.

“Fine! Leave, see if I care!” You snapped, not meaning a word of that. You would break apart if he left you. He turned towards the door for just a moment then took a deep breath. He walked towards it just so he could press his head against it. He pressed his palms against against the wooden door, then pressed his forehead against it. He took a deep breath.

“You know I can’t do that,” he said. You had nothing to say to that. He slowly turned back around and walked over to you even though you wouldn’t look him in the eye. “I could never leave you. Even when you’re so mad you won’t look at me. Or when you think that I don’t wish I could put you before anyone else. Or when you truly believe that you’re not all I think about when I’m out there, god knows where doing what I can to protect people.”

“Steve,” you said softly, and looked up to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I don’t want to fight with you, I don’t ever want to fight with you. And I promise, next time I will tell you that I’m okay before I come home,” he said, slowly taking your hands.

“You promise?” You asked softly.

“Absolutely,” he said. “I love you,” he whispered, so you allowed him to pull you into his strong arms, wrapping yours around his neck. Then he just held you in silence until you both calmed down.

#imagines #Katherine’s writing #Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine

[duskholland]

Carry Each Other (Calum imagine)

Warnings: There’s a wee bit of swearing here and there :’)

Summary: You and Calum carry each other // based off the song ‘Carry Each Other’ by Leagues!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: please imagine you’re allowed to go past security in airports lmao. i wasn’t thinking when i was writing and i couldn’t edit it out so pls bear w me :’)

For the song based blurb night hosted by @andershea @celestialmike @ghibliclifford @just-lie-to-me @sweetestcalum and @theghostofashton !!

//16//

You’re laying on your bed when he walks in. To put it bluntly, you’re a mess. With knees pulled to your chest, hair scattered across your face and bloodshot eyes, you’ve definitely looked better. 

“Y/N?”

At his call you startle, fingers shooting up to wipe the salty residue from your cheeks. You sniff, trying to compose yourself.

“What are you doing here, Calum?” You ask, avoiding your best friend’s gaze as he strides towards the bed, concern written across every feature of his face.

“Your mum texted,” he says, carefully getting onto the side of the bed. You let your eyes spread across his figure, drinking in every detail. It’s been a mere hour since you last saw Calum - you’d parted ways after school. But, since then, he’s changed into a grey teeshirt and a pair of skinny jeans.

“She’s worried about you. ‘Said she didn’t know what was wrong with you,” he explains, chuckling a little. You watch as he pushes back the chocolate curls of his hair and shifts a little closer to you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” His voice softens, eyes flooding with nothing but love.

You sigh, beckoning him closer. Like the both of you have done many times, Calum slides up the mattress until he’s laying down and facing you. A hand reaches out and slots into yours, his warmth contrasting the coolness that runs through your veins.

“I’m lonely,” you admit, a weak smile working its way across your face. Calum knits his eyebrows together, a small frown settling on his lips.

“I’m right here,” he says, not seeming to understand.

“No, Cal,” you pause, taking a moment to think through your phrasing. “Everyone around me - around us - are getting together. They’re young and innocent and they’re falling in love. I just…” You trail off, closing your eyes. “I want to feel like that.”

You’ve yearned for emotional intimacy for as long as you can remember. You want to be wrapped in the type of love that leaves you feeling dizzy and wondering how you could’ve lived before being touched by such a powerful emotion.

“Hey, guess what,” Calum says, squeezing your hand. “I get lonely too.”

You look at him, arching an eyebrow. “Really?”

He hums, nodding his head. “Some days it’s like a passing cloud - only there for a few moments before moving on. But other days, it never moves. Makes me feel like I’ll never be good enough for anyone and question if I’m worthy of love like that.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, shuffling a little closer to your best friend. The spongy softness of the mattress allows you to sink in, managing to move close enough to him so that you can feel the gentle waves of heat drifting off his body.

“Calum, you deserve all of the love in the world,” you comfort, a little taken aback that he feels that way.

“Well, so do you,” he fires back. You shake your head.

“I don’t think anyone could put up with me for the rest of our lives, I can be a difficult person to get on with.”

You glance up, meeting Calum’s unwavering gaze. You watch as his line of sight flickers a little lower, settling on the curve of your soft lips.

“I would love to, Y/N. You mean everything to me,” he admits, a small blush burning across his cheeks.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” you fire back, heart beating erratically.

“Would I do this if I was ‘just saying that’?” Calum moves slowly - so slowly that, at first, you doubt he’s going to do anything - tilting his head to the side and moving towards you. His lips close the gap, gently brushing against the warmth of your mouth. You close your eyes, the natural reflex kicking in, and savour the moment.

Nothing has felt more right than the way his lips slot against yours.

Calum pulls back a few moments later, a small smile laced across his face.

“We can carry each other, alright?”

You smile, nodding as a line of tingles spread down your spine.

“Okay.”

//18//

“Please, Calum,” you say, watching as the boy hurries away from you.

Through the crowded airport, it’s easy to lose sight of the brunette - especially seeing as he’s taken it upon himself to walk as quickly as possible.

“Calum!” You find yourself yelling, attracting a few angry looks from the people around you. Pushing everything from your mind, you begin to jog after the boy, praying he hasn’t gotten too far ahead.

Your eyes fall on him a few minutes later, picking out his bright green travel suitcase through the crowd.

“Calum, c’mon, please-” your boyfriend spins around, exasperation clear on his face.

“Leave me alone, Y/N,” he says, anger flashing through his eyes. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You can’t leave like this - not with us like this. Please, we need to sort this out before it’s too late,” you plead, reaching out to touch his arm. Calum leaps back as if he’s been electrified, hissing through his teeth.

“Bullshit!” He exclaims loudly, his outburst not going unnoticed by a number of travellers around you. “It’s already too late! It became too late when you tried to break up with me a matter of minutes before I left for tour.”

“It wasn’t like that, you know it. You’re twisting my words,” you defend, irritation slipping into your tone.

“Oh, really? Well, sorry if I thought ‘Calum, I think we should take a break whilst you’re away’ sounded like a breakup line,” he spits back, continuing on his way to his gate.

“You’re blowing this way out of proportion- Calum, stop running away!”

If not for the adrenaline rushing through your body, you’d almost find this moment amusing.

By the time you catch up to him, he’s joined the queue for his flight, passport clutched between his fingers. He’s gripping it so harshly that his knuckles have turned a pale white.

Your eyes land on his bandmates a few metres away, all of them keeping their distance. You imagine, with the way Calum’s body language suggests he’s pissed, they’ve picked up on the general vibe of your conversation. 

“Calum,” you say, frustrated tears welling up in your eyes. “That isn’t what I meant, I’m just-”

“Just what? Bored of me? Don’t love me anymore? Pray tell, Y/N. I thought things were going okay,” he runs a hand through his hair, finally meeting your eyes. “I thought we could get through this.”

“I’m sorry!” You say, the words not enough. Calum shakes his head.

“Why? Just tell me, why?” The defeated look on his face ignites a fire that slowly begins to work its way through your body. This will not be the thing that makes you separate. Calum means too much for you to give up without a fight.

“I was scared. I didn’t want you to leave for nine months and,” you pause, wincing, “fall out of love with me. Or, worse, find someone else. Or just forget about me! So I’m sorry that I freaked out at last minute, and I’m sorry I’m not leaving you alone, but I don’t want this to end like this.”

He sighs, dropping his shoulders. “You were just worried,” he says, more of a statement than a question.

You nod. “I’m sorry I let it get the better of me. I don’t want to lose us.”

Calum pauses, taking a moment to think. You can see the cogs turning behind his eyes and hope, with every ounce of strength in your body, that it isn’t too late.

After a moment more, he reaches out to take one of your hands, entwining the fingers and giving you a tight squeeze. 

“I was worried too,” he admits, breathing out heavily. “I thought you’d let me go. I thought I’d leave and, when I came back, you’d have moved on without me.”

“I could never do that, Calum. I love you too much,” you say quickly, believing every word. With the vulnerability in his eyes, you begin to relax, sensing that any prior anger has melted away. 

“Then believe me when I say that I have no intention of leaving you. We carry each other, that’s what we’re meant to do. I’m not letting go anytime soon.”

You smile, nodding your head. “I’m sorry,” you say, receiving a harsh glare from Calum.

“Enough of that. It’s okay - I understand now,” he steps towards you, so close that you can feel his hot breath fanning across your face. “I love you, and we are going to get through this.”

“We’re going to get through this,” you echo, a flitter of hope creeping through you.

“Yes, we are.” And with that, Calum seals the deal with a soft kiss.

//26//

“The invitation arrived,” you say, pulling a crisp envelope out of a pile of letters. You slip your finger under the seal and rip it open, pulling out the wedding invite a moment later.

“Who’d have thought,” Calum’s voice fills your ears as his hands slip around your waist. “Out of all of us, Luke is the first to settle down.”

You hum in agreement, a pang of jealousy shooting through your chest. Sensing the shift in your mood, your boyfriend nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck. 

“What’s wrong?” He enquires, pressing a kiss against a spot of sensitive skin. You sigh, tilting your head to look down at him.

“Just thinking, that’s all,” you explain, shrugging off his arms and walking through to the kitchen. Calum follows you like a lost puppy, lips curling into a pout. 

“Thinking about what?” He persists, slipping onto a bar stool as you begin making yourself a cup of tea. 

“Nothing,” you say, not in the mood to discuss your innermost thoughts. A silence falls across the room until Calum makes a sound of understanding. 

“I get it, this has something to do with Luke’s wedding, doesn’t it?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” you mutter, clearing your throat. “Maybe,” you say, louder.

“What is it? I don’t like it when you’re upset, Y/N.”

You stay silent, debating whether or not you want to open up to him about the battle raging inside your head. 

“I don’t…” You trail off, pouring water into your mug. Calum gives in, knowing better than to press you.

“I’m just gonna keep on talking until you feel better,” you roll your eyes, having expected nothing less. “Luke’s been talking about this wedding for months - maybe ever years, now I think about it. He’s always been into the relationship thing. Wants to get married, have kids, buy a nice house. I mean, so do I, but that’s besides the point-”

“Why haven’t you ever asked me to marry you?”

You turn around, watching as Calum reacts to your question. He alternates between gaping at you and shutting his mouth, apparently taken completely off guard by the blunt approach of the question.

“I… We talked about this. You said you weren’t ready,” he says, looking confused. 

“Calum,” you walk closer, looking at him from across the kitchen counter. “We had that conversation two years ago while you were still touring. A lot has changed in two years.”

“Oh,” he says, blushing. His entire face lights up, a small smile working across his face. 

“I’ve been dreaming,” you begin, starting to walk around the counter. “We can do better than this, Cal.”

“Well, I’ve been dreaming too,” he says, reaching to place his hands on your waist.

“Maybe we should dream bigger,” you suggest. “I want to marry you. I want us to have beautiful kids. I want to love you and stay with you forever. I want this for us, and I know we can do it.”

Calum grins, his teeth glinting in the dimmed lighting of the room. “And when things get tough, we can do what we’re supposed to do; we can carry each other.”

You nod, steeping forward. 

“We’re going to do this,” you say, beginning to get excited. Calum nods, eyes sparkling earnestly.

“We’re going to do this.”

Masterlist | Request 

#pls go listen to the song #(i found it on teen wolf and i hope i did it justice omg - it was harder than i'd thought to fit in the references rip) #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #calum imagine #5sos imagines #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer imagines #michael clifford #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #5sos writing #5sos smut #tadpolehemmings writes #my writing #y/n use #self insert

[reaganwarren]

A/N: This doesn’t have a tag or a title outside of character tags and the justiquill ship tag, but this is a continuation of that one night stand story. Continuing for “Gay Simon Blackquill Week.” Posting it early because I can. First part here: http://reaganwarren.tumblr.com/post/153196672780/an-i-love-my, second part here: http://reaganwarren.tumblr.com/post/155134212480/an-thought-i-forgot-about-that-au-where-simon. I also reference a comic I really like because as a prosecutor who studied psychology, if he’s worth a damn at the psyche stuff, he’d have Inside-Out figurines to help children he may or may not be interviewing for cases to help them communicate their feelings better. I just . . . can’t remember the url of the comic artist because my memory is shit. 

A/N: EDIT: I FOUND THE COMIC! http://cprartsalot.tumblr.com/post/131546447070/blackquill-insists-that-they-are-merely here it is! @cprartsalot is the artist and I really liked the idea so yeah. pls support them and their art! 

Apollo stepped out of the elevator and walked up to where he had been told Simon’s office was. He took a deep breath, then reached out and knocked on the door. 

“Come in,” came Simon’s gruff tone. 

Apollo grabbed the doorknob and turned it. 

Simon looked up, his eyebrows subtly furrowed, then he saw who it was. His eyes widened, his brow un-knitted, and he otherwise sat frozen in his chair. Taka turned his little bird head so he could get a better look at Apollo. 

Apollo stood in silence, waiting for Simon to say something. But when he continued to not say anything, Apollo cleared his throat, hand tightening on the doorknob. 

“Hi,” Apollo said. 

“. . . Hello.” 

“Are you busy?” 

“N-no, not really. I’m not working on a case right now, at least.” 

“Can we . . . talk, then?” 

“Yes. Of course. Um, please, sit down,” Simon said, getting up and going to a smaller desk that was against the wall. 

Apollo closed the door behind him and looked around the office. Samurai swords hung on one of the walls, and a Steel Samurai poster was pinned on the other side. On Simon’s desk were a couple photos and some little figurines from that Disney movie about the personified emotions. In the photos, there was a recent one of Simon and Athena and a much older photo of Simon before his imprisonment with Aura and Metis. 

The table that Simon had gone over to held a traditional Japanese tea set with a much more modern water heater. Simon turned the water on to boil, then opened the tea leaf container. Apollo could smell it from where he sat. It did smell good.... 

But he didn’t think he’d be able to drink any of it. He was far too nervous. 

Simon then returned to the desk. Taka sat on his perch, watching them closely. That wasn’t helping Apollo’s nerves, either. 

“So, um,” Apollo started, finding it easier to look at Simon’s face since Simon . . . seemed unable to make his eyes lift up from staring at the desk top. “You . . . were the one to send that bouquet to the Wright Anything Agency, right?” 

Simon nodded. 

“I was.... I would have delivered them in person, but I didn’t want to compromise your working relationship with Athena....” 

“No, no, you did good!” Apollo said, blanching at the idea of Athena learning about any of this. “I appreciate the discretion! Um - !” 

Apollo cleared his throat, trying to pull himself together. 

“So, um, did . . . did you ask the florist to make it however they wanted or . . . did you ask them to make it a specific way?” Apollo asked. 

Simon seemed to have enough control over his speech to avoid stuttering or pauses in his speech. When he spoke, it was in full sentences, with no unintentional breaks. 

“I know enough about flower arranging to know what types of flowers I needed to use to convey my apology....” 

“. . . Then, um, the . . . the white lilies. I, uh . . . was told by someone that they mean . . . that they mean . . . .” 

Simon turned a bright red. 

The water started to bubble significantly more than before, and Simon took it as an opportunity to get up and fix the tea. He poured the water into the pot, then picked the tea tray up and brought it over to the desk. He set it on one side of the desk, closed and removed the laptop he had on the other end of the desk, then put the laptop into a drawer. He busied himself with the tea cups, though the tea itself would still need to seep for a few minutes. 

“. . . You need not concern yourself with that. I mere want an opportunity to make it up to you.” 

“. . . Prosecutor Blackquill, you keep talking about apologizing and . . . I don’t get what you mean. If anything, I should be apologizing to you. I mean . . . it’s one thing for me to go around having one-night stands. I haven’t been a virgin in a long time.” 

The word “virgin” made Simon seem all the smaller, which felt so . . . off and strange. He was used to the “Twisted Samurai” being a tall, menacing fixture in the courtroom. 

The man before him was hunching over an empty tea cup, not lifting his eyes to meet his own. 

“It’s a completely different situation for someone who hasn’t had sex ever to have a drunken one-night stand with their friend’s coworker. I mean, it could’ve been worse, but....” 

“Please do not concern yourself with that. That’s my responsibility and my responsibility alone,” Simon said. “It wasn’t like you had known. On the other hand, I do remember quite a bit of that night, and I know that I took an experience that I had not rightfully earned.... Please allow me to make it up to you.” 

“Um.... I’m not following.” Experience? Not rightfully earned? They were just drunk at a party and one thing led to another. What was he talking about? 

This was supposed to be Apollo apologizing for being partially responsible for Simon’s first time being a drunken one-night stand when . . . apparently the prosecutor hadn’t been quite prepared for it. Or else this wouldn’t be this big of a deal. 

It was just . . . so unnerving to watch Simon be so small in his own office. 

He didn’t like looking at him and knowing he felt bad for something he had done with Apollo.... Something that Apollo had very much enjoyed. 

“Will - will you go on a date with me?” Simon asked, finally lifting his head up. 

“H-huh????” 

Simon suddenly moved to pour the tea into the tea cups. Apollo just stared at him. 

“The - the way these things are supposed to work is that people go out on dates, then learn to feel comfortable with each other, then have a mature conversation about expectations of the other, then move on to the - the sexual aspects, and - at the very least, let me take you out on a date. Please.” 

Apollo stared at him, and Simon stared back. 

Apollo took a deep breath. Then he sighed heavily. 

“Just tell me one thing, okay?” 

“Y-yes?” 

“Did you . . . enjoy the night we had at least? This isn’t because it was terrible for you and you’re assuming it was terrible for me too?” 

“Wh-what? No, no, it’s nothing like that! You were wonderful!” 

Simon seemed to realize what he had said. He first moved to cover his face with his hands, then thought better of it, then didn’t know what to do with himself or his hands. He ended up grabbing the tea cup and taking a gulp of the hot liquid. He did not flinch, and when he set it down, he had an empty cup. 

Well, damn. 

“. . . Okay. I’ll go on a date with you. Dinner and a movie sound all right?” Apollo asked. 

“. . . That sounds perfect, Justice-dono.” 

“When I go out, I tend to pick one, and my date picks the other. Do you have a preference over picking the food or the movie?” 

“. . . I’ll let you pick whichever you’d like to pick,” Simon said. 

Well . . . that didn’t help much. 

Apollo sighed again. 

“Let me give it some thought and I’ll keep you posted... How does this Saturday evening look to you?” 

“It’s open,” Simon said. “I’ll . . . I’ll pick you up?” 

“Sure. I’ll give you my apartment address.” 

Apollo looked for a piece of paper and a pen, and Simon quickly produced it for him. Simon drank more tea while he watched Apollo write down his information. 

“I’ll see you Saturday then. I kinda have to get back, but . . . thanks for the tea, anyway,” Apollo said, standing up. 

Simon stood up as well. 

“Thank you . . . for coming by,” Simon said, meeting Apollo’s eyes once more. 

Apollo was the one to have a hard time meeting Simon’s this time. 

Apollo left quickly, starting out at a walk, but by the time he reached the elevator, he had broken into a run. He actually chose to take the stairs instead. 

His thoughts were moving too fast, and he was worried if his body didn’t go just as fast that he would start having a panic attack. 

He may have had two boyfriends, but he really didn’t do the whole dating thing. He didn’t . . . do the romance thing well. This just . . . didn’t feel like it was going to go well, and what if it didn’t make Simon feel better, what if this ruined what little positive relationship they had had beforehand? 

And all because Apollo’s idea of a good time was casual sex and going about his business as usual. 

But he did remember what Simon had said. ‘You were wonderful.’ 

Apollo blushed. Well . . . at least he had had fun. Even if the man wasn’t allowing himself to just . . . enjoy what it had been. 

#ace attorney #simon blackquill #apollo justice #justiquill

[0225pm]

unfiltered photos bc i’m too tired to edit them at this moment but i still wanna post something today before i ko!!!!

sOOoo from the photos you may have probably guessed where we went today!! hehe yes we went to gardens by the bay – i actually wanted to go to the autumn festival thingy (i think that’s what it was called??) the one with the pumpkins and other cool foliages, but apparently you have to pay to go in the observatory and even though i like the aesthetics and how beautiful all these flowers and plants look, tbvh i wasn’t ready to fork out $12-20 to look at them in person. i prolly sound like some stupid hipster poser person who only “likes” flowers bc it’s the trend and shit.

////////

han came over to my place to fetch me since our initial plan was to head over to tampines for lunch – the nasi lemak shop that has duck, lobsters, prawns and other idk what as their sides instead of the usual chicken/fish. but they close at 2pm, and by the time i left my house it was already 1pm. considering that we won’t be able to make it in time to the place, we decided to have our lunch elsewhere.

by this time, han was already cranky hahahaha one, it was so fucking humid today. two, i made him wait. three, his plan to eat at the nasi lemak shop fell through.

after much consideration, we took the bus to tampines hub because i told him there’s a thai food shop there and maybe we can have our lunch there instead. he just shrugged and agreed (lmao cus he don’t have a choice alr hahahaha he asked me to choose and plan). then on the bus i told him about all my cravings HAHAHAHA like how i felt like eating some 4fingers and then he said we can have kfc since i mentioned (a tweet on twitter) that any fried chicken is fine and i was like noooo i want the sticky rice that comes with it????? and then he asked me if i’m pregnant or something bc i’m craving for so many things and i just looked at him like (-_-;)

upon reaching the hub, at this time he was already whining about how hungry he was loooolllll so we walked towards the food area and then realized that the hawker center actually serves malay food also!!! and while walking around to survey the different menus, i spotted claypot chicken rice!!!! which i really wanted to get but han said they only serve that around 6pm and it was only around 2+pm daheck. so i was like okkkkk nvmmmmm and went to look for other food to eat. i saw a few people eating pasta and it made me feel like having pasta too so i asked han to help me order a plate of cabonara but wah it sucks man. like tbvvvvh it’s wayyy too salty for my liking. i barely even ate it, and felt so bad for wasting so much food. even with the grass jelly drink han got me, the saltiness still lingers uGhhh. oh and han got chicken rice for himself!!!! the moment he came back to the seat he was complaining about how long it was and i was like ah maybe cus it’s lunch now so it’s more crowded and he was like,

han: no??? there isn’t even a line but the person preparing the food i ordered took so long *frowns* i’m damn hungry sia then still must wait so long me: o mannnn han: then i realized the drink stall here also open but i went all the way to the other side to buy *points to his milk tea*

HAHAHAHAHAHA

oh and the weather was so erratic today too. it was sunny one time then started pouring for awhile, and then sunny again, then drizzled again.

since it was sunny again, i told han to follow with the same plan uh – which was to head over to gardens by the bay (at this point of time i didn’t know that the observatory isn’t free HAHA)

oh and smth rly cute!! i casually mentioned that i wanted some ice cream and he was raised his voice and went like “what you want la!!” and i was like????? and then he said “make up ur mind la u want this la that la u know i want to buy everything for you right” and i was just *puts hand on chest where the heart is* happy bc han wants to feed me hahahahahahahaha but no la we ended up not getting ice cream hehe

then we took the train to marina bay pier??? i think idk but it’s the pier la cus han said “follow the map and we won’t go wrong” BUT OH BOY WERE WE SO WRONG LMAOooOo. apparently as listed on the website, we’re supposed to go to bayfront mrt since it’s way nearer from there so i told him “hey let’s just walk back to the mrt and take the train to bayfront” but he was like “no la we’re already here we just take the bus then will reach alr” and i was like??????? okkkkk if u say so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so while waiting for the bus my whole body was screaming at me to stop torturing it with the stupid heat and in turn, i literally became a monster and went on a rampage about how i rly hate the sun and how it should go away (pls don’t. i rly like the sun but omg pls lower your heat) and han was just being all patient with me and trying to make me feel better about things hahaha he knows how much of a bitch i can be when i’m overheated and im so thankful that he’s at least the sane and calm one bc i was definitely going insane from the heat at that time.

and then the bus came!!! BUT LOL ITS GOING TO DOWNTOWN??? and we weren’t sure if it was going to the bayfront area so we decided to just dropped off at the second stop and take the train instead. from there then we just followed the signs and TADA!!!! we’ve arrived!!!!!!!

at this point i thought the heat was quite bearable maybe since it was quite shady bc of all the plants and trees idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and then we just decided to randomly walk around (it’s my first time there!!! and his second time today) and then bc han can’t stand the heat anymore, he asked me if i wanted to go in the gift shop for the aircon hahaahahah to which i obviously said yes to 😂 and while we were on our way out, i saw this really cute lip gloss that apparently has real flowers in it!!! i wanted to get it but han was like “takmo la mahal la kata nak save duit” hahaahahhahahahahahahaha taik but ya i didn’t get it in the end. i haven’t even finish using my current lip stuff soOoOoo

then we continued walking and that’s when we realized that to go and see the pumpkins, we would have to go in the observatory :( and then han was like “do u wanna go??” and i was like….. “nah it’s fine” and then he was like “if u wanna go i can pay…… for u only la haahhaha” and i just looked at him like r u mad why would i go in alone without u???????

so i asked him if he wanna go anywhere else if not we can head back to the mrt and maybe idk walk around or smth and he was like hmmm ok then.

on the way back, i pulled him towards the power plants thingy??? idk what its called tbh but it’s in the pictures!!!!! they use solar energy and shit it’s cool. then we snapped some photos together and wah y'all the lighting rly damn daebak la hahaha makes my skin look damn good even though it’s like shit and even though i was perspiring as heck and my hair was all just sticking to my forehead i was like u know what i can’t miss this good ass lighting i gotta take some photos man and that’s how we spent i think close to about an hour just sitting there taking photos both on my phone and the instax i bought along hahahahah

by the time we walked back, it started drizzling a little so we quickly rushed towards the elevator to the mrt bc um hello who wanna get drench? definitely not me hahaha. thennnn from the mrt we decided to walk around the shoppes since han haven’t rly been there before. he kept saying how there’s prolly not much sale bc the goods are expensive as heck $$$$$. and i told him that’s the power of brand names!!!!! like people pay for branding and i guess quality comes after la hahaha

and then after awhile i asked him if he still wanted to walk around and he was like “no ah for what there’s nothing to see alr all the same” and i was like hahahaha ok then so we walked back to the mrt and take the train all the way to paya lebar. from there we changed lines and took the train to bedok. i told him i wanna grab some food for dinner (also bc i was feeling quite hungry already since i didn’t finish my lunch). han ended up getting his usual pizza fix from pezzo and i got some sushi and a couple stick of fried goodness from ock.

oh and i bought two bras today since it was on sale!!!!! i hope it fucking fits bc it’s supposed to be a lifting bra and i got a cup smaller since i read online that you’re supposed to get a size small for lifting/push-up bras ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and thennnnnn we decided to head home. han sent me home as usual hHahahaah and then we ate our dinner together before he fell asleep. i honestly dunno how he can sleep on smth so hard but i guess he must have been pretty worn out (bc he didn’t sleep a wink) from the whole adventure we had today.

it was a good day!!! if i say this i have a feeling han won’t give it to me often anymore (him and his lame ass too much of a good thing can be bad theory) but i super love when he gives me cheek kisses wtf like i know it’s such a simple action but the way he does it makes me go all jelly for realz i rly love it la don’t ever stop!!!!!!!!

#050917 #adaywithhan #septemberwithhan

[codedredalert]

hi! im a huge fan of your long haul fic and i remember you saying you had a few deleted scenes you could post if asked? Could you? Your writing is my favourite! lots of love

awww thanks anon

oh and its ambiguously 1859 fanservicey ish hahahha.imo dealing with a drunk person is very not sexy but i know the shipper mindset HAHAHAAH 

its about 3k words long so pls click the readmore to get all of it! if its less than 3k and you dont see the readmore you might need to view the post on my blog

===/\===

“Goodevening Gale!”

FUCK gokudera shot out of his chair SCRAMBLEAGAIN Hibari’s going to kill him

Hibari looks up from the floor and dragshimself two steps to the sofa and stretches out there.

Well, looks like gokudera’s just given him afree pass to the sofa then. Shit next thing you know gokudera’ll be sleeping inthe bathtub.

“Hello!” she says and she breezes in as soonas gokudera opened the door.

“Hi Ma’am, Angel, uh, Kaoru’s sleeping.”

“Oh whoops, sorry,” she said, and she creptover to check. “Wow, he looks super young like this!”

Was hibari actually sleeping haha no waydumb question.

“Hey Gale hon, what’s this?” thelandlord asked, picking up the photo of the Costeggiarefamily member bastard son they’d been having trouble looking for since thebombing

Dropped on the floor, the picture ofDario/duilio which hibari kept in his pocket.

Shit shit shit, cover story quick.

“Well, right now we’re looking for thatguy. Hoping to interview him. You know him from somewhere?“ 

“Oh yeah, hon. He’s a regular at mywork for two months now, sometimes comes on too strong to the staff or othercustomers, but he spends big, so,” she shrugged. “What can Ido?”

The door opened and Hibari dropped his keyson the table before turning to lock the door. “Kaoru,” Gokuderacalled. The dark haired man looked up from where he was taking off his outdoorshoes.

Hibari opened an eye. When it was convenientfor him huh, bastard.

“Where,” he asked, sitting up.

“good morning Kaoru,” she says. He eyes herfunny, then dips his head.

“Angel found our mark,” headded in Japanese.

“Who?” Hibari asked. Gokuderawaved the photo of the Costeggiare familymember. “Not that,” Hibari said. Gokudera rolled his eyes. Why was heunsurprised by Hibari not bothering to remember who Angel was when she’d beenwaltzing in and out ever since they started the mission? “Thelandlady.”

“I see,” Hibari answered,setting the shopping on the kitchen counter and walking over to the table. Hemet the landlady’s eyes.

“Boungiourno,”he greeted stiffly before turning back to Gokudera. “Where.” Herepeated.

“He is a regular at herworkplace,” Gokudera said, passing Hibari the photo.

“you can speak Italian just fine why don’tyou ask her”

“people say a lot when they think you don’tunderstand them,” hibari answered irritably. “Where.”

“Say Angel, you never said exactly where youwork.”

“Well, it’s not an uppity sort of place.” She bites her painted lip. “aw hell with it.It’s a dance place. We have girls dance on tabletops if you know what I mean.”

“ah,” gokudera says. “should be fun. For meat least.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” thelandlady said, pointing at Hibari. “That guy in the photo? He’s a regularof one of our girls, and she looks a lot like you. You know, exotic, pale, darkhair, dark eyes,” she added helpfully. Hibari looked at Gokudera.

“You should really stop pretendingthat you don’t understand Italian,” there’s no way im actually goingto translate for you, Gokudera said dryly. Hibari smirked.

“If that’s true, then I’ll bite him todeath,” Hibari said, eyes sparking with anticipation, completely ignoringGokudera’s input. It looked like his weeks of boredom were over, and he didn’teven have to resort to visiting the Chiavarone house.

“If it helps, he stops by to watch Kikievery Friday night– Kiki’s that dancer Kaoru-san looks like– and he alwayssits in booth twelve. She comes on at eight, so if you boys get there a bitearlier, you could get yourselves a seat nearby.”

Hibari stands gracefully, one fluid motionand is already walking to the kitchen.

“Ask the landlord if he wantstea.” He says, businesslike.

“That’s nice of you,” gokudera says,trying and failing to keep his incredulous tone out of his voice.

"If you don’t tip informants, you won’thave informants.” Hibari said, and he put the kettle on.

Gokudera sighed. Of course Hibari would beso mercenary. "He wants to know if you would like tea.“ He tellsAngel and he laughs

"Oh, so all I had to do to getKaoru-san to open up was to invite him to the club? "Sure, I’d lovetea.”“ she laughed. And gokudera winced laughed along. A club is thelast place hibari would want to be. He is crossing his fingers that that nightwont be a disaster.

"And I think I’ll need another coffee,I need to run more background.” Gokudera calls to him

“Milk?”

Wow that’s amazing.

“No thanks, it’s two already.”

“Oh, and no offense if you alreadyknow this, but just tell Kaoru-san, because he doesn’t look like he’s ever beento a club in his life. STRIP CLUB ETTIQUETTE

Alright boys, now the real reason I’m here,

Right, gokudera pulls her money from hiswallet, exact amount, and she drinks her tea. Hibari doesn’t even comment onthe lipstick stain.

Well, see you boys [tonight] then! She saysand leaves. Clack clack lack of her boots on the way to the lift. Gokudera andhibari and chiavarone are the only weirdos who take the stairs.

Gokudera drinks his coffee and marvels athis luck.

Hibari washes the cups.

"Not bad, miser,” Hibari saidbefore he disappeared into the room, and the clack of plastic on wood meantthat he had gotten his laptop out.

Good morning Tenth. It’s a day of goddamnmiracles. –59

Heh. Good to hear, Gokudera-kun—27 

===/\===

The good streak of course couldn’t last.

“We need to come off as young, cockyfirst floor trash so he won’t take us too seriously, got it?”

“Yes,” Hibari said, and Gokuderacould hear the eye rolling in his voice. at least he was still replying? Butnow gokudera wasn’t sure if hibari would LISTEN and what’s the use of aconfirmation that might not actaly be what he means.

“I’m serious,” Gokudera said, using everyounce of self-control to not snap at him. “I want us to look so young that weget carded.”

There we go. Hibari’s stopped answering.

Gokudera wore an amalgamation of his clothesfrom his high school days and his current wardrobe. The button down was Galeand the three belts and the graphic tee were all teenage-Gokudera.

Hibari wore a full suit, crisp black overdeep purple and perfectly tailored. Gokudera was this close to introducing hisown face to the coffeetable.

“Are you really going to a club dressedlike that?” Gokudera asked incredulously. 

… Yes “This is how I normallydress,” Hibari answered, frowning. 

You know what kind of club this is?

… a looooong pause.

“Well, there’s your problem,”Gokudera said under his breath. “Why don’t you just break out your shinycredit cards and get yourself a clubbing outfit?”

Hibari observed him for a moment. “Idon’t want to,” he answered simply. 

Coffeetable was too far. Gokudera put hisdespairing head into his hand.

“Dammit, just change, I don’t want towalk into any club if you’re wearing that,” Gokudera sighed, running onehand through his hair. Hibari raised an eyebrow as if he truly believed that asuit was the perfect attire to go to a strip club in while undercover.

“Change to what.”

Oh dear lord all the talk about dressingHibari up was going to become a real thing. Maybe he could shoot himself andget this over with.

“Alright, I’ll see if I can work a miraclewith your closet,“ Gokudera sighed, walking over to the window side of theroom and opening the bedside drawer. A quick rummage proved that yes,everything was office shirts and black suit wear. So Hibari wearing the purpleshirt with the suit was his idea of interesting. Gokudera closed the drawer.

"Looks like you don’t have much ofchoice,” Gokudera said, looking over Hibari’s outfit once more.

Lose the jacket and tie,“ he directed,but Hibari’s eyes just narrowed in defiance.

"Work with me here, damn you,”Gokudera cursed, walking over to the other bedside drawer and pulling out a fewaccessories of his own. Looking at Hibari then at the items he’d laid out, hepicked a fang on a black leather strip and an accompanying leather wristband.

“This is stupid,” Hibari intoneddryly, unbuttoning his top button. His blazer and tie were draped over thechair, and his sleeves had been rolled up. Without the extra padding of hissuit, his slight build was obvious, barely changed from his middle school days.Still, with an aura that fierce, it was unlikely he’d have too much trouble.Besides, any story that involved Hibari getting picked on in a strip club wouldbound to be interesting to tell to the guys back in Japan. 

“One more button,” Gokudera toldhim, before turning to look for a suitable belt. “And wear those,” headded, waving absently at the pieces he laid out on the bed. “Andthis,” he added as he pulled out a belt. It had two teeth and metaleyelets in twos, with another strap hanging from it like half suspenders.

“That would be a liability,”Hibari critiqued as he fastened the wristband on his left wrist. 

“Just wear it and give the poor suckerswho try to make trouble with you a fighting chance,” Gokudera snickered,closing the drawer. Hibari scoffed quietly as he removed the belt he wascurrently wearing.

“A straightjacket would be moreappropriate,” Hibari said, threading Gokudera’s belt around his waist andcomfortably cinching it at the innermost set of eyelets. 

“Nice to know that the cloud guardianof Vongola is a humble man,” Gokudera remarked cynically.

Hibari bowed his head in humourous? Assent.

If you wear your boots we’re good to go. No,wait there a second.“ Gokudera stepped into the bathroom to grab some hairwax. He passed it to Hibari, who looked at it then gave Gokudera a deadpan lookas if to ask ‘and what do you expect me to do with this?’

"Style your hair a bit,” Gokuderatold him. At Hibari’s blank look, Gokudera decided that it wasn’t any goodexplaining. He grabbed the bottle and opened it, scooping out just a littlewith his fingers. “Now stay still and for the love of God, don’t goberserk on me, alright?”

Hibari flinched and glared as Gokudera’shands came up to his head, but otherwise took the fussing well.

Kind of punk looking. But hey, punk’s notdead right. Yeah.

“Hah, not bad,” Gokuderacongratulated himself. 

“Disgusting,” Hibari commented, ashe touched his hair lightly, the slightly sticky texture of the waxbrushing off on his fingers.

“boots. Boots, lets go.”

Angel worked in walking distance in the notso nice part of town. Hibari was more acquainted with the place than Gokuderaexpected. Two turns later and he slowed.

“C’mon it’s almost time.”

“What is this place?” Hibariasked, stopping in his tracks. From the neon lit street, booming music and theunmistakable noise of throngs of people emerged. Gokudera sighed, and turned.

“That’s Angel’s bar.” When Hibarimade no sign of recognition, Gokudera elaborated. “The landlord’sworkplace.”

“There’s a crowd,” Hibari stated,refusing to carry on walking. 

“Yes, it’s a Friday night, but this isalso work, so let’s go.”

“If I go anywhere near that place, it’sto bite everyone there to death,” Hibari said, mouth curling into a silentsnarl. 

“Well, suck it up. This is work.”

Hibari walked at a steady pace, cut throughthe crowd and Gokudera had to follow.

Second floor less so. They didn’t actuallyget carded. Gokudera was much disappoint.

Murderous aura and the nearest patronslooked nervous.

“Just be glad we’re in a booth.”

Kiki wasn’t on yet, but Bambi was. Or atleast that’s what she said her name was. Bambi was a sultry brunette withshoulder length hair and hazel eyes. Gold glitter painted stripes and spotsdown her back, arms and legs, highlighting the tan skin. 

“You just missed me, handsome,” she says toyou. you smile and wave.

“Next time then,” you say casually. You areso not good with women especially when they don’t have all their clothes on.You blame your sister.

“Hey, we booked this booth,” someone saysbehind you.

“Oh?” Hibari says and he’s spoiling for afight so hard that you level a warning glance at him instead of turning to seewho it was.

“Let the boys stay,” an amusedvoice. 

Goddamn, Dario himself. He looked IDK HOWDOES HE LOOK WHO ARE HIS GOONIES

Hibari’s grin was wicked.

“I’m Darren,” he lies smoothly. MIGHT WANTTO CHANGE HIS ALIAS.

“Kaoru,” Hibari said. 

“Is that your real name?”

Hibari gave the man a look. Whut you smokingbruh

He laughed. “Could I buy you adrink?”

“No need, I have a tab open.”

“I insist.”

“Then, if you must.”

Kiki was a petite woman, with raven hairspilling freely over her shoulders down to her waist. She didn’t look anything like Hibari, she was justAsian.

If this guy had yellow fever you were goingto laugh your ass off.

===/\===

(missing scene)

“Don’t touch me.”“What’s wrong with you?”“It was crowded. And noisy. There was something in my cranberry juice.That man kept talking to me and I couldn’t kill anyone. I hate that place. Youcan go alone next time, pervert.”

“He’s a pervert. You’re a pervert too.” Hibari’s eyes narrowed.“I should bite you to death.”“Yeah, yeah, tomorrow alright? Just try to stay conscious until we reachthe house." "Wait,” Hibari said, suddenly throwing his weight back.“What?” Gokudera asked tiredly. “Outside clothes, don’t touch the bed, herbivore,” Hibari mumbled disjointedly. “Nice to know you follow your own rules,” Gokudera sighed, pullingdown the bedcovers and dumping Hibari on the bed. “I said not to touch the bed,” Hibari protested, sitting up. Gokuderagave him a light shove and collapsed on the bed himself.“Shut up and go to sleep,” Gokudera said, words muffled by thesheets. He couldn’t even be bothered to get his pillow from the couch outside.He fully expected some sort of retort or a threat from Hibari, but none came,testament to how far gone the other man was. Yawning, Gokudera decided hazilythat he would take whatever nonsense he’d get for ‘crowding’ the bed and justwent to sleep where he was.

===/\===

Gokudera woke like a man struggling not todrown in molasses, slowly, with a lot of effort and a little pain. He hadn’tdrawn the curtains the night before and he was in a strange place betweenfeeling ‘rested’ and ‘like crap’. He’d slept on his front last night and therewas a kink in his neck as due punishment. Of course, there was also the matterof him smelling like sweat, cheap perfume, alcohol and cigarette smoke. It wasamazing that Hibari hadn’t just thrown him out the window for daring to so muchas touch the bed in this state.

Gokudera turned to his side to stretch andfroze. Hibari hadn’t rudely kicked him out of bed, not from some sense ofgratitude for Gokudera hauling him back from the club, but because he hadn’t woken up yet. Gokudera gaped atthe thought, but before his eyes was the undeniable.

Hibari was curled up on his side, back tothe light, and face shielded by the crook of his elbow. Gokudera felt a grinbreak through his usual morning grogginess. The sight was almost endearing,except this was Hibari, and the onlythings associated with Hibari and the word ‘endearing’ were either a highlyintelligent messenger bird that could be carrying a spy-cam that sealed yourdoom or a personalised box weapon that could decimate an army and reduce askyscraper to rubble within five minutes. Gokudera could almost see thehedgehog curled up in the exact same way as its owner in the empty space nearHibari’s stomach, and Hibird nestled between the man’s wrist and hair. Heresisted the urge to take a photo and send it to the Tenth and got up asquietly as possible. As much amusement as he got from seeing the violentmisanthrope sleeping all tucked into a ball, photographic evidence wasn’t worththe broken bones he knew he would get afterwards. Hibari appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, arms full of sheets. He took onelook at Gokudera and the landlord sitting at the kitchen counter, then steppedback into the room and shut the door.“Oh my, I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen him half dressed,”she commented. Then she gave Gokudera a knowing smile. “Changing thesheets are we? Good going." "Ah, yeah,” Gokudera tried to smile casually while mentally screamingno. She must have picked up on Gokudera’s uneasiness, because she patted hisarm reassuringly. “Be more confident, sweetie. You’re good looking, smart and you have awonderful disposition. You’re a right saint,” she smiled.“Besides,” she whispered. “I don’t think anyone but you has thepatience to deal with his temper.”Gokudera laughed. “You should see our boss,” he replied. Tsunacould smile genuinely all the time while talking Hibari down off a rampage andpersuading the man to do something other than stalk around Namimori or sit inhis house and drink tea. It never failed to amaze Gokudera each and every time.Heck, Tsuna even managed to get Hibari and Mukuro to go on a mission togetherwithout one of them coming back dead.

He placed the plate on top of the glass tofree one hand. “Hibari?” Gokudera asked, knocking on the door.“Go away.”“If you can’t drink, you shouldn’t,” Gokudera said matter-of-factly.He opened the door then took the plate back into his hand, pushing the dooropen the rest of the way with his foot. Hibari was sitting in the tub, water upto his chest and dark hair plastered to his skull. It vaguely reminded Gokuderaof bathing his cat.“Who said you could come in?” Hibari asked, not turning to faceGokudera. “If you’re too out of it to even lock the door, then I’d better come inbefore you drown or something,” Gokudera retorted. “Here.”“Don’t want it,” Hibari muttered without even looking at whatGokudera was holding. “It’s just toast, water and aspirin,” Gokudera said, starting to getannoyed. “How badly could I fuck up toast?" "I’m not going to eat in the bath,” Hibari said, leaning against theside of the wall and grimacing. “Leave it outside.”“Seriously, you alright?” Gokudera felt the need to ask again. “Must I bite you to death before you are convinced?” Hibari snipped. “Hah, you must be fine if you’re making threats. Don’t drown, bastard.”

#1859 #khr #khr fanfiction #long haul fic #1859 friendship fic #replies #answers #previews #deleted scenes #my writing #Anonymous #im still working on the other asks slowly if youre the many ask anon!! sorry was out of the country and now its event season