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kageyuji · 4 years

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Accidently grabbing there crushes boob 🤭 with akaashi and kags✨🙃

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yamaguchi and tsukishima

ushijima, kuroo and bokuto

Akaashi -

He was helping Bokuto practice spiking and he figured he would work on his setting in the process

You, his long time crush, had decided to hang out with them

He had no idea that you really just wanted to see him

You were handing him balls out of the bin so that he could set

He was talking to Bokuto, who was making jokes about something you didn’t quite understand.

Akaashi kept telling him to shut up, to which the captain snorted and continued his relentless teasing

He was wasn’t paying attention when he reached for the next ball, and therefore ended up accidentally wrapping his hand around your boob

He knew immediately what he’d done, volleyballs are not that soft

Akaashi wasn’t facing you, but Bokuto got the joy of seeing his eyes widening and his face going white

Bo could see his friend’s heart stopping and his mind going into panic mode

Then he realized “oh shit I’m still holding your breast oh my god I’m a perv-”

He quickly snatched his hand back, turned around to face you, and started apologizing profusely

“I’m so sorry, Y/n! I didn’t mean to do that, it was inappropriate, but it was an accident! I promise! I was reaching for-”

You and Bokuto were crying with laughter

You had been shocked initially, of course, especially because you had been crushing on Akaashi for the longest time and he had just done that

But now you were laughing at the expression of pure, unfiltered horror on Akaashi’s red face

“You were reaching for a ball, I understand.” You started laughing again, despite trying to stifle it. For his sake, at least

He will not stop apologizing to you, his face is so red and he’s s w e a t i n g

Bokuto won’t stop teasing him, which doesn’t help Akaashi at all

He pays a lot more attention to what he’s grabbing now

Kageyama -

In all honesty, he should have been paying more attention to what he was doing

You, Kageyama, and Hinata were studying at your house and you weren’t quite sure how long you three had been there but you did know it had been at least a few hours

So all of you were tired and not paying attention to what you were doing

Hinata whispered something to Kageyama, to which his face went red and he shoved Hinata a little too hard

Hinata fell off the bed, earning a laugh from you, and your laugh drew a smile from Kageyama

“Well,” Hinata, getting up off the floor with an annoyed look. “We should probably go, don’t ya think, Kageyama?”

Kageyama sighed and reached back behind him for his bag

His hand hit something soft and he moved his hand to the side a little, reaching for the strap on his bag

Then his fingers ran across the dip between your breast

The realization on his face was absolutely hilarious

He turned around and looked at you, the man was frozen in place

Then he realizes that he hasn’t moved his hand from your chest

He has never moved so quickly than when he moved his hand

“Y/n! That wasn’t-I didn’t mean-I was reaching for my bag, honestly! I would never do something like that!”

His face is bright red and his heart is beating out of his chest, the poor guy is literally about to have a panic attack someone save him

Hinata has fallen onto the floor again, he is dying laughing

“Kags! It’s ok, it was an innocent accident. Don’t sweat it, yeah?” You said, laughing along with Hinata.

“Y-yeah, ok...”

He is still blushing to this day, just a fun little fact

He doesn’t say anything else about it though, he wants to forget that it ever happened and put it behind him

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deja-you · 4 years

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times new roman | episode ten

t. jefferson x reader

summary: in this final episode, thomas wants more than just a date.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is the final installment of this series! this has been a joy to create, and all my love goes out to those of you who have stuck through it all <3

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“You have to be anywhere today?”

Thomas tapped his fingers against Y/n’s bare skin to a melody he was making up in his head. He had spent the last few minutes minutes memorizing the tide of her breathing and internally debating whether or not to ask the question he had just asked. Thomas knew he would have to ask eventually, but he hated the thought that maybe Y/n did have somewhere to be.

She turned on her side to face him, admiring his features. “Not really. Is this you trying to kick me out of your apartment?”

He grinned. “The opposite. Wonderin’ if I can stay in bed with you all day.”

Y/n hummed softly. “I think that could be arranged. But we’re going to have to find something to do to occupy the time.”

“Oh?” Thomas raised an eyebrow, his lips pulling up into a suggestive smirk. “You plan on doing that all day? Angel, last night was amazing, but I don’t know how much stamina I have in me. Maybe if I got some Gatora--”

“Shut up!” She snorted and slapped his chest. “I meant an activity like reading. Good lord.”

“Well that sounds enjoyable, too. You want to pick something out from my personal library?” He asked.

“Thomas Jefferson, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Thank you for finally asking.”

Y/n climbed out of bed wearing only the Thomas’s shirt she had stolen last night and walked over to the door. She paused in the doorframe and glanced back at him. “You coming?”

He looked her up and down, his arms folding behind his head as he leaned back against the headboard. “Don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying the view.”

She scoffed and moved out of his sight. Thomas sighed softly, eventually pulling himself out of the warm bed to follow her into his living room. She was standing at one bookcase, her back to him. Thomas wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pressed gentle kisses to her shoulders.

“Are you religious?”

She was leafing through his Bible. It wasn’t much of a Bible. The way he had cut out passages of scripture.

He didn’t know how to answer her at first. Did she want him to say yes? Would she like it if he told her he read the Bible and prayed? He knew her too well for that. She wanted to hear the truth.

“I am religious,” Thomas responded. It wasn’t a lie. “Very, deeply religious.”

Y/n frowned and held up a page from the Old Testament that had been mostly cut out.

“You can’t just pick and choose the parts of the Bible that you like and cut out the sections you don’t like.”

“I know.”

“It’s all or nothing. You can’t have the best parts of religion without the worst parts. You understand that, right?” Y/n desperately needed for him to understand.

“Angel, this isn’t about the Bible, is it?” Thomas said it like a question to be polite, but they both knew the answer. “It’s all a metaphor for you and me.”

She shrugged. “Everything is a metaphor for you and me.”

They were both quiet for a moment. She slid the Bible back onto his bookshelf next to a series of Ralph Ellison works and Kurt Vonnegut novels. Y/n decided on A Farewell to Arms, removed it from the shelf, and turned back to Thomas.

“Just don’t cut out the parts of me you don’t like, okay?”

His large hands covered Y/n’s and he brought her hand up to his lips to kiss each finger carelessly. “There’s nothing about you I could cut out. I love each and every part of you.”

This seemed to reassure Y/n enough, a small smile appearing on her face.

“What? What is it?”

Y/n had been minding her business, reading through her burrowed book, when she felt Thomas’s eyes on her. He had clearly been staring at her with something on his mind.

Thomas just smiled and shook his head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Well now you have to tell me,” Y/n insisted, setting down the book.

“Angel, please,” he shook his head and laughed lowly.

She narrowed her eyes and sat up to get a better look at him. “Thomas Jefferson, tell me what you’re thinking.”

“You really want to know?”

“That’s why I’m asking,” Y/n said in exasperation.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled. Thomas pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looked into her eyes. “I was just thinking about how much I like waking up to the sight of you reading in my bed. It feels so natural.”

A slow smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Well I like waking up in your bed. You’ve got a nice mattress.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow but he was still grinning. “You tellin’ me you only stick around because I have a nice mattress?”

“I suppose there might be a few other reasons,” she teased. “But it’s mostly about the mattress.”

He scoffed and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. Thomas’s lips found her neck and he left little kisses along her collarbone. “That’s too bad. I’m practically obsessed with you.”

“Are you?” She hummed dismissively.

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled his words against her skin. “I’m in love with you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “What?”

She shifted on the bed and placed two fingers under Thomas’s chin to bring his eyes up to meet her’s. “You love me?”

He froze, wondering if he should take the words back. But he meant them.

“I love you,” he said more firmly. “I do. And I want to wake up next to you every day. I want to see you wearing my t-shirts and reading my books in my bed. I want you. All of you. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Hmm,” she said noncommittally. “I don’t know.”

Y/n couldn’t resist teasing him a little more, and she almost felt bad when he tensed up beside her.

“Oh, well that’s ok--”

“I never did get that boyfriend application from you, did I?” She grinned. “I remember being promised MLA format.”

She searched his face to see his reaction, but he completely retracted his body from her’s. Her mouth fell open as he climbed out of bed, his warmth leaving her.

“Thomas? Where are you...?”

He exited the room, and then came back a few minutes later with his laptop in hand. Thomas hopped back on the bed and turned on his computer.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked, suppressing a smile.

Thomas gave her the most serious look she had ever seen from him. “I’m working on my application.”

“You know I was joking, right?” She laughed, but he was already opening up a Word document. “You don’t need to write an application.”

Thomas changed the Calibri font to Times New Roman and began working on his heading. “I promised you an application in MLA, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”

“You’re absolutely ridiculous,” Y/n shook her head.

“Shh,” he hushed. “I need to come up with a good hook. Should I start with a question? A quote? No, that’s too basic.”

Y/n was about to try to tell Thomas he was being too extra, but she could tell he was already too invested in writing up his application. She shook her head again, and turned her attention back to the book in her hand when she came to terms with the fact that Thomas wasn’t going to stop until he was finished.

Maybe 30 minutes later, Thomas declared he was done. He slid the laptop over to Y/n, and she sighed dramatically as she began to read through the document.

“You count cooking as a skill?” Y/n asked skeptically. “You only cook macaroni and cheese.”

“Yeah, and it’s damn good. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, angel,” he shrugged.

“It’s not. Not good, that is,” Y/n muttered under her breath, continuing to scroll through his application. “‘Devilishly handsome’? Really? Really?”

“You know that part is true. Don’t even pretend.”

A few minutes later, Y/n had finished reading the application Thomas had spent way too much time writing. He appraised her with bright eyes, waiting to hear her verdict.

“Well?”

“Well,” she strung it out a little bit longer, amused by the slight nervousness that hid behind Thomas’s eyes. “After reviewing your application... I’m happy to inform you that you got the job as Y/n Washington’s boyfriend.”

“Yes!” He pumped his fist in the air and leaped out of the bed to take a victory lap. Thomas returned a few seconds later to pull Y/n into a tight hug and placed kisses to her cheeks, lips, neck, and arms.

“I nailed the conclusion, didn’t I? I felt really good about that.”

She laughed and pressed her lips to his again to get him to shut up. When they pulled apart, he gasped and grabbed his phone off the bed.

“I need to post about this.”

She rolled her eyes when she finally set down the phone and snuggled into Thomas’s side. Y/n breathed in the scent of his t-shirt and sighed in contentment.

“This is good, right?” Thomas said softly. “You and I? This is good?”

“It’s more than good. It’s us. I love us,” she replied.

Y/n listened to the beat of his heart and knew that hers was in sync with his. She threaded her fingers through his, and with the other hand, she held open the book she had borrowed from Thomas’s library. Y/n’s eyes were drawn to a line in the book Thomas had underlined who knows how long ago, and she smiled softly.

You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

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royal-confessions · 4 years

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“honestly? harry’s kinda hot” - Submitted by rycbar-221b

#Prince Harry

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wwwafflewrites · 4 years

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@megamindsdespondentcousin @depressedunicorn43 , @rosaren2498 , @pillowjj , @busy-bee-angel-misska , @elliotts-world , @dagnylokisdottir , @omg-we-really-doo , @millieccino , @regainedworld , @badgal-jackie , @postcardsfromliterallynowhere , @rycbar-221b , @super-calithehamm , @teresa-67 , @ofthedewthesunlight , @dream-believe-and-love

Its done.

Chapter 11 of A Rewrite of History is on its way babiesss. Sorry for the long wait! Schools back on, and, ironically, I'm more than willing to procrastinate my homework in order to write some more fanfic 😂

I think I'll post it Monday or Tuesday? We'll see.

I'll keep ya'll updated!

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nogitsune-the · 4 years

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The baking witch

rycbar-221b said:

heya! if requests are still open, may i request a supernatural reader insert wherein the reader is a witch and starts talking in a different language around sam and dean and they get nervous bc they think she’s cursing them but she’s actually just singing a song or reciting a recipe or smthn. thanks!

Sam x Dean x Reader platonic relationships

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst but happy ending

A/N: I decided to make the reader Norwegian cause that is where I am from and know what it is. I know that when I have been speaking English for a while I could easily end up switching after talking to family or when reading.

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You and the Winchester boys had become unlikely friends. No one would expect the Winchester’s to become friends with a witch after their past with them, both when they were trusting one and when they where fighting them and the numeral hexes they have been trough because of them.

But here you were in their camp balking your favorite cookies while waiting for them to arrive back from their next hunt. You decided it would be a nice surprise for them to come home to something sweet. One thing the Winchester’s were yet to know about you is the fact that you weren’t fully an america, yes you were born and raised here but that was only because your mother had married your american father, but when he died you would speak mostly in Norwegian in your home.

But that was years ago now, but you still had a habit of humming Norwegian song and reciting your recipes in Norwegian as well. You were in the middle of telling yourself the recipe as the Winchesters came in, they never heard someone speak Norwegian before so they were worried.

“Smør, sukker, brunsukker, egg, mel, bakepulver, natron, salt, vanilje sukker og sjokolade.”

They saw you in the kitchen but could’t see the ingredients in front of you. They only saw you with a pot and the oven on. Sam was the first one to speak. “Y/N what are you doing, and what language was that?” You jumped at the sudden sound. The Winchesters were notoriously quiet and the fact that you were in your own head trying to remember the recipe didn’t help ether.

“Oh Sam you scared me I wasn’t expecting you to be home already. I’m baking I just listed the ingredients out.” This time it was Dean who made a sound. “Oh thank good I was seriously thinking you were putting a hex on the place or something” You looked between the two brothers. “do you both trust me so little after I have lived here for over a year and have stitched you both up after hunts” You left the room after that not wanting to see the boys at the moment.

What you didn’t know was the look of guilt in both their faces as you left the room. They new that it was stupid to think the worst of you, but it was a hard habit to break. They both know inside them you wouldn’t do something like that but they were extra vary of these thing after the years. They needed more hand and fingers if they had to count the amount of times they had been betrayed and hurt. “We really screwed this up Sam” he shook his head “I know Dean, I know”

So they decided to calm them self and let you calm yourself before they headed to you room. You heard a knock on your door. “Y/N, its Sam, Dean is here to. We just wanted to apologize for what happened. Your our friend but you wont belive how many times someone who was our friend ended up stabbing us in the back” Soon after Sam finished saying that Dean spoke up. “As Sam said. We do trust you were just caucus and scared that you will end up that way too. We are really sorry for not trusting you”

They waited for a while hoping to hear a reply but in-staid they heard the doorknob turn. “I accept you guys apologi, I get it but it still hurt when I was baking the cookies for the two of you” The guys pulled you into a hug before the three of you the kitchen. “What language was that anyways Y/N?” You shook your head “It was Norwegian Dean” before smiling up at them.

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #sam winchester #sam winchester imagine #winchester brothers

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elsewhereuniversity · 4 years

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there is a young woman who sometimes sits at the back of the music classrooms. she sits and listens with her eyes closed and at the end of the period, when everyone is putting their instruments away, she disappears, as silent as a cat. she whistles the tunes under her breath. i saw her for the first time during my piano class, and then i began to see her around campus more often. when i started taking theatre, i saw her at shows, always watching, never speaking, whistling softly all the time. once, after a disappointing rehearsal, i approached her.

‘hello,’ i said to her ‘are you alright?’. she didn’t reply, instead she looked at me with eyes like two rusted silver coins. the next day, as i was walking across the stage whistling a tune of my own, i felt a hand grab my arm.

‘you shouldn’t whistle onstage,’ she told me, her eyes fixed on a point just to the left of my head. ‘it’s bad luck’

i thanked her and left. i could feel her watching me all the way to the exit, and i heard the low whistle that filled the space. the next day, i quit theatre and started taking law.

i gained a reputation. if people had made a Deal they wanted to go back on, or they had decided to do something stupid (like walk around barefoot with roses and mint in their hair), then they came to me and i got them out of it. i saved peoples names, i helped them find things, once i even delivered a baby sheep (although that was a one off opportunity....no more midwifery from me). the lords and ladies began to hate me.

i kept seeing her around campus, and every time i saw her, i asked her how she was, and she told me not to whistle on stage. her hair grew longer and she got paler, and her whistling got louder.

the lords and ladies started trying to kill me, but i whistled, and they were powerless.

i went into teaching straight from the graduation ceremony. i was offered a job as a music teacher, and so i went forth, armed with iron violins and rock-salt keyboards. the screeching in my ears only faintly resembled a tune.

but yesterday something strange happened. i was doing some prep work in the theatre, the lights were dimmed, and i was the only one in the room. when i was finished, i set off across the stage to the door, whistling a song. as i reached out to touch the doorknob, this strange sensation came over my body. i felt as if i was floating, and i passed out.

when i came to, i was sitting onstage, and it was morning. i walked to my classroom, but when i got there, someone else was teaching. i sat down in the back, and nobody noticed me. i started to whistle the tune, and the screeching in my ears settled down.

there is a girl who walks onstage, whistling. she asked me if i was alright. i panicked and left, but the next day, when i went to thank her, the only thing that came out of my mouth was ‘you shouldn’t whistle onstage. it’s bad luck’

#whistling #the whistler #the woman #submission #rycbar-221b #stories #long post #the theatre #superstitions #bad luck

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myriadimagines · 4 years

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*peeks head round door* *looks left* *looks right* “love you” *mwah* * retracts head*

ahsojaosn this is so cute!! love u too!!! MWAH

#rycbar-221b #s talks

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kallypsowrites · 4 years

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@rycbar-221b asked for my top five characters in Game of Thrones on this post sooooo, by a VERY thin margin (and not taking some disagreeable season 7 and 8 writing into account on some of them):

1. Jaime Lannister

2. Sansa Stark

3. Arya Stark

4. Brienne of Tarth

5. Catelyn Stark

So basically its a girl squad plus my disaster son lol

#Jaime Lannister #Sansa Stark #Arya Stark #brienne of tarth #Catelyn Stark #game of thrones #Tyrion used to be in the five spot #but my love of Catelyn has greatly increased

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petertingle-yipyip · 4 years

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This Feeling - Thomas

//Requested by rycbar-221b: heyyy! can i request a thomas (tmr) x reader fluff, where tommy and r were in love before the maze, and they meet again in the scorch and reader has a bunch of scars? so tommy asks what they were for and r reveals that jensen (aka ratface) tortured her after tommy’s betrayal bc they were in love, and lots of fluff anf angst and kisses plz thankyou//

//Tags: @rycbar-221b @writingsbychlo (bc i’ve decided to tag you in anything tommy that i post) // Warnings: Angst, brief language, alludes to violence, mentions and slight description of scars. Also, I did not edit this so please be nice//

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Summary: She remembers, he doesn’t. When her story is too familiar to ignore, it’s hard for Thomas to place “This Feeling”. But something is different now. She’s different now.

He slammed his fist against the table, causing you to flinch. You clenched your fists, leaning your head against them for a moment before sitting tall and stretching your fingers. You stared down Janson, refusing to break first. You folded your hands neatly on the table, tilting your head slightly with a sly smirk climbing to your face.

“Did you really think I’d tell you anything?” You laughed. “What makes you think I knew anything about this?”

“You and Thomas were extremely close…” Janson said tensely. He quickly rubbed his mouth in frustration, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “If you have nothing to say, maybe we need to jog your memory.”

“Do what you want.” You shrugged defiantly. “I don’t know anything.”

“We’ll see about that.” He said with finality.

As he stood, two guards came in and hauled you from your seat. They led you down hallway after hallway, down three sets of stairs to a level of the Compound you didn’t know existed. You were pushed into a dark room, pushed so suddenly you fell to your knees. A clattering came from beside you, and looking over you saw a long spear had been thrown at you.

The ground was slick with a thick substance, too thick to be water. Your feet slid as you stood. There was a faint blinking red light coming from the other side, the creek of a door opening. Suddenly, the room was full of a squelching sound mixed with the scrape of metal against concrete. There were screams, hollow monstrous noises that echoed. Quickly, you grabbed the spear and gripped it tightly. You weren’t prepared for what happened next.

“Y/N?” Harriet asked, shaking you gently. You jumped slightly, your head snapping up to see your friend. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” You nodded carefully, running your hand through your hair. “All good.”

“Found something you might wanna see.” She smiled mischievously as she led you out the building you and the rest of your friends had been camped out in. Most of your group stayed behind, feeling safe at WICKED’s compound. You saw through WICKED the moment you saw Janson.

You managed to break yourself out along with Harriet, Sonya, Aris, and a few others. Your group was small, which made it easier to hide. You found a building that was seemingly halted mid-construction, the tarps providing easy cover for you.

You came face to face with a group of about ten boys. Some were familiar, you had seen them at the Compound before you escaped with your friends. You scanned their faces, trying to remember names.

“WICKED?” You questioned simply.

“Group A.” Harriet replied with lifted brows.

“Ah.” You nodded, stepping closer to examine the boys. “Group A, huh? You don’t seem like a first group.”

“First the worst, second the best, maybe?” Harriet offered from behind you.

You laughed slightly before getting their attention.

“So which one of you are in charge?” You asked, nodding towards them. They looked between each other, seemingly having no chain of command. You stared with raised brows, waiting for an answer. “Do you speak English or…”

“Yeah, yeah sorry.” The brunette in front laughed nervously. You felt your heart slamming in your chest when he spoke. “I guess I’m in charge.”

“Alright.” You swallowed hard. “You got a name?”

“Thomas.”

“Thomas?” You questioned. “Do you, by any chance, remember anything before the Maze?”

You knew it wasn’t the question to ask right off the bat. Once it left your mouth, you instantly regretted it. But you had to know if there was a chance that he knew, a chance that your connection was strong enough.

“Things are coming back slowly but no, not really.” He studied your face as you stared at him. He watched your eyes shift from curiosity to disappointment. He could tell you were hoping to hear something else but he didn’t know what you were looking for. “Do you?”

“We’ll get to that later.” You waved a hand dismissively. “You boys can head inside. There’s not many of us but you’re more than welcome to stay.”

“Thanks.” Thomas offered a small but honest smile.

As the boys filed in, Harriet pulled you to the side.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” She asked anxiously. “The one that you told us about?”

“Yeah, that’s him.” You shrugged. “Once he looked at me, I- I felt something, something I haven’t felt since I lost him… But it’s pointless if he doesn’t remember.”

“He will.” She comforted you. “Just give him a little time.”

“You’ve looked better, Y/N.” Janson said smugly from the other side of the table.

You glared at him, not offering any words. You felt your blood boiling in your veins, your muscles itching to act. Your jaw was tightly clenched, enough to give you a small headache. Your breathing was heavy, your anger hard to contain. But you bit back your cruel words.

“I have to say I am a bit surprised you made it.” Janson continued when you refused to speak. “Any recollection of why Thomas released classified files?”

“We all got expectations…” You said carefully. “Sometimes they go wrong. I have no information for you, Rat Man. Same as two days ago.”

“Hmm.” He sucked his teeth obnoxiously. “Fine. Let’s see how well you do in a second round.”

You stood suddenly, leaning onto the table. Your palms were flat against the cool metal, arms locked as you faced Janson. “If you really think whatever monster you have cooking down there will kill me, you’re gonna have to do better than that slime ball with the metal legs.”

“We can do much better, Y/N.” He threatened.

“You think that a scar on my face is going to break me?” You laughed slightly. A result from your fight was a long gash from your hairline to your chin, cutting through your left eyebrow and skipping over your eye. It picked up on your cheekbone and was a straight shot down. Every word from your mouth felt like it was reopening the fresh would, but you had a point to make. “In the end, it’s my decision. So it’s my fault when it ends.”

You woke that night in a cold sweat. Your hands were shaking, old scars pulsing. You let out a sigh, throwing your arm over your eyes. Sleep was harder to find, especially in the Scorch. It never felt safe, but you knew your friends were doing better than you. You were more concerned about them than yourself, so you kept your struggles to yourself.

You headed for the open space at the other side of the room. You didn’t know if it was supposed to be a window, or if it was just broken down when the world collapsed. You didn’t necessarily care either.

When you got there, one of the boys was already sitting near it. You sat opposite of him, offering a small smile in greeting.

“Need some company?” You said, leaning on the wall beside the opening.

He chuckled slightly. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

“I don’t know the last time I slept through the night, honestly.” You shrugged. “Different nightmare every night, always comes back to the same thing.”

“Need to talk about it?” He offered gently.

“You actually wanna listen?”

“I’d like to know your name first but yeah, I’ll listen.”

“Before the Mazes, there was this boy…” You started carefully. You decided to leave out the part about the boy being Thomas simply for the fact that he didn’t seem to recognize you. “He did something crazy that WICKED didn’t like, so they sent him off. They took their anger out on me and it kinda haunts me. I guess...”

“How bad was it?”

Thomas realized then who you were. He didn’t know if it was your story or your voice that triggered it for him, but something about you felt right. You were Y/N, the motivation for him to leave the Maze. The appeal of running into the Scorch. The deep, empty feeling in his chest when he was in the Maze. You were the name on the tip of his tongue, begging to be said out loud. You were the memory that danced on the edge of his mind, waiting for him to reach out and reclaim. And now you were sitting in front of him, admitting all your pain. Pain he put you through.

“Pretty bad.” You nodded slowly. “It was enough for WICKED to keep me in the Compound instead of sending me in.”

“You never went into a Maze?”

“Nah.” You shook your head. “Never had my memory wiped either. I remember everything about life before this.”

“That’s heavy.” He said sadly. “Is that how you got-” He gestured to his own face, mimicking the deep scar on your own. “That was probably not the right thing to say, sorry.”

“All your boys are curious, aren’t they?” You chuckled.

“Some more than others.”

“I’ll tell you a story before it tells itself.” You scooted closer to him, letting the moonlight illuminate your features. Thomas had forgotten how beautiful you were, and the hazy figure in his dreams didn’t do you justice. “WICKED needed someone to test their monsters. What did you guys call the creatures in the Maze?”

“Grievers.” Thomas said quietly. He was still trying to process the scars on your body, the permanent reminder of what WICKED did to you.

“I called them Skitters.” You continued. “Anyways, WICKED wanted them to be potentially deadly without being murderous, I guess. I never really understood why they needed them. But I guess they needed them to be able to fight and not just attack. Especially when you started to figure out the Maze.”

“You fought Grievers?” He asked in awe. “And you survived?”

“WICKED couldn’t let their favorite test dummy die so easily.” You laughed bleakly. When you saw the concerned expression Thomas wore, you had to quickly redirect the conversation. “So, Thomas. What was it like in your Maze?”

“Y/N, I- I’m sorry.” He said honestly, his eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head.

“Thomas?” You said to get his attention. He looked up quickly, apologetic eyes finding yours. “I never told you my name.”

“Yeah, you did.” He countered. “You said it…” He tried to remember, but he then realized you never did tell him. “Huh, guess not.” He smiled nervously.

“You know me, don’t you?” You pressed, inching forward.

“If I had known they were going to do that to you, I-”

“You couldn’t have.” You shook your head, planting yourself by his feet. “I didn’t even know they were going to do that. Once they shipped you off, they sent me into that fight within an hour. They told me think with my head, not that thing in my chest. They just wanted me to sell you out, to tell them the extent of what you did.”

“I don’t know what I did.”

“Nothing WICKED didn’t deserve.” You shrugged. “T, listen.”

“T?”

“Thomas.” You corrected yourself. “Everything that happened after you left- this -” You gestured to your face. “-had nothing to do with you. This was WICKED getting back at me because I cared about you. And if they couldn’t punish you, they’d punish me.”

“My point, Y/N, is that they never should’ve put hands on you.”

“Technically, they didn’t.” You said with a devilish smirk as an idea came to you. “But you can.”

Thomas chuckled, placing hands on your hips so he could pull you closer. You swung your leg over his lap, moving to straddle him. Your hands slid up his chest slowly before finding their way into his hair. Thomas closed his eyes and hummed in delight at your gentle, purposeful touch.

He didn’t even realize what he was missing without you. He didn’t realize how relaxing your touch was, how sweet your voice was. He had forgotten how truly beautiful you were, from every angle. Thomas was quick to decide his favorite angle was when you were on top of him.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours gently. You smiled against his lips, loving the contact you missed from him. His grip on your hips tightened slightly as he pulled you against him. Your fingers tugged gently on his hair, drawing a small groan from him. You chuckled slightly as his hands found their way up your shirt.

Thomas quickly jumped away, pulling his hands back after his fingers ghosted the deep circular scar on the center of your stomach. You stared in confusion, your feelings slightly hurt that he would pull away so suddenly. When you saw where his eyes were focused, you understood why he pulled away the way he did.

“You feel bad for me, don’t you?” You realized, your voice flattening. “Hold on to your opinions and stand by what you said.”

You knew what they had done to you was terrible and you hated WICKED for it. But the one thing you hated more than WICKED was pity. When Group B arrived at the Compound, a couple weeks after Thomas entered his Maze, you were littered with cuts and bruises you couldn’t hide. You didn’t want to hide your injuries, because you weren’t ashamed of them. You always understood that they were purposeful, that you had fought and survived.

��I feel guilty, Y/N/N.” He sighed, casually using the nickname he had always used with you.

“Get up.” You said plainly, standing and heading outside. You heard the scuffling of Thomas following. You turned to face him once you were outside, pausing to admire him in the moonlight. “Why do you think I brought you out here?”

He shrugged slightly, his mouth open but failing to produce any sound.

“I brought you out here so you could actually see what happened to me.” You said simply. You pulled your shirt over your head, holding the fabric between tightly balled fists.

“Holy shit.” He sighed.

“Look at me, Thomas.” You said firmly when he tilted his eyes to the nightsky. “Look at me.”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He snapped, throwing his hands forward dramatically. “You don’t want me to apologize. You don’t want me to feel bad for you. What do you want from me?”

“I want you to look.” You stood firm until his eyes finally met yours. “I am covered in scars and bruises. You felt this one-” You pointed to your stomach. “-and you bailed. Why?”

“I wasn’t expecting it.” He tried to explain.

“I was stung.” You began explaining. “WICKED knew they had to up the ante with the serum, but they needed to see the effects before they could send it in. Once they cut my face and I didn’t give them any info, they wanted to break my mind.”

“Y/N, I-”

“No, this is the part where you listen.” You said firmly. “Alright? You don’t need to explain anything or try to come to terms with what happened to me. This is my story.”

“Then what is it about?” He cut in. “You just said that they did this to you because of what I did. But I don’t even know what I did! I don’t know how hurting you was supposed to be some sort of punishment for me!”

“This was a punishment for you, you moron.” You rolled your eyes.

“How does hurting you-”

“Because obviously seeing me like this hurts you!” You interjected. “God, Thomas, how are you so oblivious? WICKED didn’t do this because they wanted to leave me scarred and fucked up. I mean, they probably did, but the main point was that you’d eventually have to see me like this. You’d see it and blame yourself.”

Thomas stopped, pausing to digest your words. He realized that you were right. WICKED knew him better than he knew himself. WICKED knew Thomas would see your scars, feel your scars, and blame himself. WICKED wanted to hurt Thomas by guilt, by forcing him to look at the pain they caused you. He could tell that the scars didn’t bother you, not anymore at least. Maybe they did at some point, but that was long gone. Now, Thomas could tell that you saw your scars as a personal victory. WICKED wanted to break you, but they didn’t.

“Guess you won after all, huh?” Thomas offered a lopsided smirk, closing the distance between you. His hand landed on your hip and pulled you against him.

“You’re the one that I want.” You said calmly, any anger or annoyance you felt had melted when he flashed that smirk. “And if that’s really so wrong…”

“Then they don’t know what this feeling is like.”

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kageyuji · 4 years

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hello! can you do another one of them accidentally grabbing their crushes boob but with Kuroo and Bokuto pls ? ^3^

Taglist — @badboysdoitbetter2 @fitriiaw @namyari @transmantrash @rycbar-221b @kagehinaexpress @havlindzk2 @samanthaa-leanne

PART 1

I also have a request for this with Tsukishima, Yamaguchi and Iwaizumi but I only do three characters per headcanon request, so it’s still on my list :)

Also I literally hate the way I write Ushijima don’t @ me akdhdbd

Bokuto —

Bokuto was known for being a nervous, awkward mess around you

Everyone knew it was because he had a crush on you, but you had just assumed it was because...well he was Bokuto

You use joined the fukurodani team as their manager a while ago and Bokuto had fallen for you almost immediately

So of course Bokuto was bound to make a fool of himself in front of you eventually

...perhaps sooner rather than later

“Y/n!” Bokuto cheered happily, seeing you return from the bathroom.

You sat down on the floor behind the bench, being that you were tired but the team was taking up all the seats

Bokuto reached behind him to grab his gym bag, but his hand found something else

He immediately realized what he had just done, he wasn’t as oblivious as he may have looked

He had a shocked expression on your face, similar to yours

He didn’t react at first, he just looked at you all horrified, and you stared back in a similar manner

“B-Bokuto... your hand is still... on my... ahem... on my...” You said, looking down

This man is absolutely horrified

He snatched his hand back quickly and you’re pretty sure that he’s trying to apologize but even he doesn’t understand what he’s saying

Everything is coming out jubbled and slurred together because he 1) is trying to say everyone all at once and 2) has absolutely no idea what to say

Eventually he gathers his thoughts and properly apologizes.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I would never do that to you, I- Uh, that wasn’t- uhm...” he’s still fumbling over his words.

Please tell him you understand and that it’s forgiven because if you don’t he will die of embarrassment

Bold of you to assume he won’t still die

He pays a not more attention whenever he grabs his bag now, but let’s be honest he’s operating on about 2 braincells around his crush and he’ll probably do it again

(can we get an f in the chat for poor Bokuto who cannot function like a normal human being around you)

Kuroo —

The excuse was that you and Kenma wanted to play a game together and Kuroo happened to show up at his house

In reality, Kenma was trying to be a good wingman and was trying to get the two of you to hang out

Sadly, Kuroo was not expected company and didn’t have enough chairs so whoever playing say in the two chairs and the other person sat on the floor.

It was your turn to switch seats with Kuroo, but you hadn’t given him the controller due to the fact that you often had no braincells around Kuroo

Kuroo was watching Kenma when he sat down in the chair, not really paying attention to what he was doing with hands

He reached down to the floor to grab the controller from you but quickly froze whenever he felt something soft rather than what he meant to grab.

He looks at you to make sure, although he had already snatched his hand away.

“I’m sorry!! I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t- I was trying to grab the controller!” Kuroo says quickly, my guy is sweating

Kenma is cracking up, neither of you have seen this guy literally fall out of a chair from laughing so hard

Meanwhile Kuroo is dying over embarrassment (and you’re dying of the second embarrassment)

His face is so hot and red, its staying like that for the next few hours no matter how many times you tell him your understand and forgive him

As long as you don’t mention it again, he can play it off as all cool and maybe he can forget about it

But internally it’s one of those things his brain throws at him at 3 when he’s trying to get to sleep

When you start dating, if you mention that he will easily turn it into a flirtatious joke or innuendo although he is definitely still dying inside

Kenma still teases him about it, although Kenma isn’t mean enough to do it in public

In conclusion: you now have him wrapped around your finger and he is yours to embarrass

Ushijima —

You should have known Tendou would be involved in this

He had dragged you and Ushijima, his — and these are his real words — “bestest friends in the whole world whom I love and would die for and they would do anything for me”, to some festival

Why he wanted the two of you and specifically no one else to come, you didn’t know, but you were there

All was going good until Tendou disappeared halfway through the day and you and Ushijima had to find him

It was hot, so the two of you went to grab drinks.

Ushijima accidentally grabbed something else

“Here,” you said happily, both drinks in hand and as you sat down beside Ushijima

He wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing, he was focused on trying to text Tendou (who wasn’t responding, but was leaving you two on read)

Then he realized “cups are not that soft and squishy”

He looks over at you like O.o

Then he just...slowly takes his hand away and grabs the drink

He apologizes and tells you how he didn’t mean to grab your breast.

You’re understanding, so you nod and tell him that it’s ok

Internally he’s screaming, but the logical part of him knows that it was an honest mistake and that you know that, so he isn’t as bad as some others may be

Honestly he’s pretty chill with it as long as you are, if no one mentions it for a while it would probably fade from his memory

That is until the two of you got together and you mentioned it. He died the day you reminded him.

The two of you eventually found out that while you were looking for him, Tendou was stalking you two on your “date” and hiding behind people or structures when you turned around

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deja-you · 4 years

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times new roman | episode six

t. jefferson x reader

summary: Y/n needs a date. Thomas would be more than happy to oblige.

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It would be easy to avoid Thomas Jefferson, right? Y/n had thought that before, and then he wandered into her local coffee shop. So this time, she’d be extra careful. Yes, Y/n knew that at some point she’d have to address her actions under the boardwalk. But today was not that day. Today she was going to pretend it didn’t happen and go shopping with her favorite girls.

Peggy had picked out a high-end boutique for the day, and she and Y/n were currently combing through dozens of satin, lace, and silk dresses. Name a fabric and a color, they had it.

“So are we really going to just ignore what happened between you and Jefferson?” Peggy said.

“That’s the plan,” Y/n muttered.

Peggy rolled her eyes and added another dress to her growing pile of potential gowns. “Y’know he’s gonna be at the company party, right? How’re you going to avoid him there?”

“When I say I want to ignore what happened between Jefferson and I, usually that means I don’t want to talk about it,” Y/n said sternly.

“Fine, bottle up your unhealthy emotions. See if i care.”

“Hey!” Angelica and Eliza chose the perfect moment to turn up. “Sorry we’re late, Eliza insisted on picking up drinks.”

“But I brought drinks for everyone. An iced Americano for Peggy, and your usual, Y/n,” Eliza handed both of them their drinks.

“You’re a saint, Eliza,” Y/n said. “I love you so, so much.”

“Not as much as you love--” Peggy started, but Y/n kicked her shins lightly. “Ow! I was going to say puppies. Not as much as you love puppies.”

If Eliza or Angelica noticed their odd behavior, they didn’t say anything.

“Have you girls found anything you like yet?” Angelica asked.

Peggy held up her stack of dresses for her sisters to see. “A few, I still need to try them on. Y/n needs some help picking something out.”

“What? I don’t need help.”

“We’ve been here 30 minutes, and you haven’t found anything you don’t hate,” Peggy pointed out.

“I just have high standards, alright?”

Angelica took Y/n by her arm and led her to another rack of dresses. “We’re going to find the perfect dress for you, darling.”

Eliza found a dress almost immediately. A silky lavender dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Peggy loved Eliza’s dress so much, she chose a dress in the same color and fabric, but it was still very much Peggy. The dress was cut in a way that showed off so much leg that only Peggy would be bold enough to wear. Y/n had to admit that both dresses looked like they were made for the sisters to wear.

After an hour of searching, Angelica decided to call it quits and look for a dress somewhere else later. Y/n was prepared to give up as well when Eliza pulled a dress off a rack.

“Hey, what about this one?”

Y/n nodded as soon as she saw it. “That’s the one.”

The Schuylers were goals, that much Y/n was sure of. They were always the best dressed at any party, and they would definitely be the highlight of Y/n’s evening.

The night of Washington’s gala had arrived, and Y/n was content to sit in her dad’s office while the staff were putting up the last of the decorations. Sure, she could head down to the ballroom early, but if she was being honest, she had never been a fan of her dad’s company parties.

They were always “charity” galas, put on to raise money for starving children or rainforests, or whatever important issue Washington decided to sponsor that year. Y/n knew better than that. Most the people attending the event couldn’t care less about the cause, they were just rich New Yorkers who wanted an excuse to buy expensive gowns and suits.

If there was a way Y/n could’ve gotten out of the event, she would’ve by now. If it was for anyone else, she wouldn’t have thought twice about cancelling. But there was no way Washington would have let his own daughter skip out on his favorite night of the year.

So instead, Y/n would have to settle for hiding in her dad’s office for as long as she could. Charles Lee was probably searching the place for Y/n, hoping to ask her for a dance. And who knew where Thomas Jefferson was? She didn’t want to run the risk of running into either of them, so she’d hide in Washington’s office for a bit longer.

To cure her boredom, Y/n took to scrolling through her instagram feed. A post of Angelica absolutely slaying it in her white gown. It had been posted less than an hour ago and already had nearly 200 likes. A cute post of Alexander and Eliza being couple goals. Nearly a dozen videos on Washington’s instagram story of him hyping up his own party. Y/n couldn’t help but cringe.

Y/n’s attention was pulled from her phone to the room across from Washington’s office when she noticed a door opening. She was certain she was the only one on this floor. That was until she watched Thomas Jefferson step out of the room wearing a fitted magenta suit. Y/n tensed up like a deer in head lights, holding her breath.

Her frozen state didn’t stop Thomas from noticing her, sitting in Washington’s chair, feet propped up on his desk. They made eye contact and suddenly neither of them could look away. Thomas made a step in her direction, then paused. Y/n couldn’t tell what was going through his head.

Finally, he gave her a tight smile and began to walk swiftly in the other direction.

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