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Chapter 8: If You Want to Go || KTH

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Title: Complete Faith (Masterpost)

Pairing: Taehyung x female reader; {background SJ x OC, mentions of YG x OC, and HS x OC}

Rating: Soft R overall, this chapter: PG-13

Wordcount: 50k total; this chapter: 3521

Summary: It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

Alternate summary: coworkers to friends to lovers to idiots to lovers again

TW/CW: Full list on the Masterpost. This chapter: strong language, we are officially in the Idiots Section of the above Alternate Summary :)))), Ben is back, my beta wrote me back “I just feel hollow” after reading this chapter sooooo I officially apologize in advance for this one?

Notes: A HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to @kookstempo for the amazing beta job tytytytyty!

Chapter 8: If You Want to Go

Early August

You spend most evenings with Taehyung, either at your place or his. Sometimes it results in a stay overnight, but not always. Everything is wonderful, but the beginning of relationships always are - you know that better than anyone.

Things start to change the first time Taehyung cancels on you. He pokes his head into your office without knocking, which is unlike him.

“I’m leaving early,” he tells you. “My mom has a health thing going on… I’ll be at my parents’ house tonight. I’m sorry. I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Is everything okay?” you ask, instantly alarmed.

“Yeah,” he tells you, but his face is so serious. “It’s not, like, an emergency or anything. But they need me there. I’ll call you.”

You end up inviting Nikki over for a girls’ night instead, ordering pizza and sitting on the floor of your living room listening to music and talking. She said she has big news, and you’re excited to hear it.

“So,” she says, leaning back on some pillows. “I was putting away laundry… and I found it.”

“Oh, my god,” you utter, sitting straight up. “Seriously? Did you open it?”

You’re talking, of course, about a ring box.

She shakes her head. “No,” she tells you. “I felt so guilty – even though I swear I was not trying to snoop – I just covered it back up and kept on my merry way. I ruined the surprise that it’s coming, so I want to let him keep some surprises intact.”

“Oh my god,” you say again, unable to come up with anything else. “You’re going to get to plan a wedding!”

“I’m going to get to marry Seokjin,” she points out. “The wedding is just a day.”

“He really is husband material,” you observe. “I think he keeps you alive, honestly.”

“He keeps me fed, at least,” she allows. “God, if anything happened with us I think I’d starve to death.”

It’s a few hours later that your phone rings, Tae’s name and a cute picture of the two of you popping up.

“I’m going to answer him in my room if that’s okay,” you tell Nikki. “He had something personal going on.”

She nods to show it’s not a problem, and you close your bedroom door gently. You swipe to accept the call and sit down on your bed.

“Hi there,” you say. “How’s your mom?”

“Everything’s okay,” he tells you, which is not exactly an answer. “I’m really sorry for canceling tonight. I might… not be around much for the next week.”

You don’t have words for the feeling in your stomach. It feels like your very organs are singing to you told you so told you so told you so.

“Okay,” you say, your voice tiny.

You hear him take a deep breath. “The thing is,” he tells you, “my mom has MS – Multiple Sclerosis. My dad is around to help her most of the time, but he’s traveling for work this week. She’s having an attack right now, and there’s no telling how long it will last before it subsides again. I’m staying here until he’s home or the attack ends, whichever comes first.”

“Taehyung,” you say, suddenly breathless. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“It doesn’t normally affect my day-to-day life,” he admits. “My dad isn’t gone often, and her last attack was two years ago. It’s not normally like this.”

“Are you okay?” you whisper. “Do you want me to come help around the house? Or just keep you company? I’ll be there to help, you don’t have to entertain me or anything.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” he says, “but I’ve got it under control.”

When you go back out to Nikki, she takes one look at your face and puts her phone down. “What happened?” she asks.

“I think I need to google some stuff,” you tell her.

In the morning, Taehyung isn’t at the morning meeting. You plan on texting him once you’re back in your office, but he beats you to the punch by calling your office line directly.

“Human Resources, this is Y/N speaking.”

“Hey,” he says, and it takes you a second to catch on.

“Oh,” you say. “Hi! Staying home today? I was just about to text you.”

“Yeah, I’m with my mom,” he says. “This is actually a human resources call, not a girlfriend call.”

Your stomach does a butterfly thing that you don’t appreciate over him using girlfriend so casually.

“Okay,” you say. “What’s up?”

“I got approved for intermittent FMLA before you started here,” he tells you. “It should be in my file. I need to use today as an FMLA day.”

FMLA, Family Medical Leave of Absence, is usually used by employees when they’ll be out for a while – pregnancy, broken leg, that type of thing. But it can be used intermittently sometimes – you’ve seen it for employees with debilitating migraines, or mental health struggles. There’s a lot of paperwork for the doctors to validate the necessity, but FMLA essentially protects the employee’s job for a given amount of time or given number of days.

You pull up Taehyung’s file. “Yes, I see it. You haven’t used any yet.”

“I got the paperwork done when she had a few bad days, but ended up not needing it until now,” he confirms.

You go into the time-keeping program and click around until you’ve got Taehyung all situated.

“Okay, it’s handled,” you tell him.

“Thanks, baby,” he says. “Have a good day, okay?”

You don’t hear from him for the rest of the day. You text him before bed, “Hope everything went okay today.” You consider throwing in a miss you, but you decide to leave it alone. When you wake up in the morning, he hasn’t answered.

You know what’s going on, you know the situation. But you cannot stop yourself from thinking about how fucking familiar this feels.

Taehyung stays home the next two days, too, though he does call you again one of those nights.

“Hey,” he says. “It’s been shitty. My mom’s neurologist has her getting IV steroids, so I’ve been taking her to the hospital every day and waiting with her while it runs. We’re both exhausted, and she feels like shit. It’s just… I really hate this.”

“I’m so sorry you’re both going through this,” you murmur. “I really wish I could help somehow. Or at least be there with you.”

Later, during your lunch break, you’re scrolling through your phone when you see a post that makes you stop.

It’s Ben’s post. You unfollowed him on all social media when you broke up, but this post is public and a mutual friend commented on it, so it’s shown up on your feed.

“Oh, damn,” you say, looking closer. Nikki leans over to see. “Ben’s grandpa died. I liked him, he was so nice to me.”

“That sucks,” Nikki allows, maybe the kindest she’s ever been towards Ben. Then she looks at you suspiciously. “Y/N…”

“Stop it,” you scold her. “We were together for two years. I knew his grandpa. I have to say something.”

She grumbles something unintelligible at you, but you ignore her, opening a text to Ben.

[12:17 pm] You: Hey… just saw about your grandpa. I’m really sorry to hear that. He was always so nice to me. Hope you’re doing okay

You expect silence for a few hours, but somehow Ben answers you almost immediately.

[12:17 pm] Ben: Thanks Y/N. We’re doing okay. He was really special. Services are on Friday if you want to come. How have you been?

“See, I knew this would happen,” Nikki says, cranky. “Now it’s a conversation.”

“Don’t be annoying,” you grump. But you wait until you’re back in your office before you reply.

[12:42 pm] You: Okay, yeah, I’ll probably come by after work. Thanks. I’ve been okay, same ol’ same ol’

[12:44 pm] Ben: do me a favor… don’t bring your new boyfriend

[12:45 pm] You: ben what the actual fuck

[12:46 pm] You: that would be SO insensitive like why would you think I would do that

[12:49 pm] Ben: wtv y/n, you can be as pissed as you want, it’s already going to be a hard fucking day

[12:50 pm] Ben: I don’t need that shit in my face on top of everything else

You tell Taehyung about it – the post, the fact that you’ll be going to the wake - on the phone that night. You do leave out that Ben specifically requested that you not bring Taehyung.

You can’t see his face, but you can hear the displeasure in Taehyung’s voice as he says, “Okay. I don’t really get it, but I’m not telling you not to go. If you feel like that’s something you need to do, then do it.”

You’re silent for a minute.

“It’s just that,” you try to explain yourself, “it’s not like just a random family member. I knew him.”

“That’s fine. I’m not arguing with you. If you want to go, then go.”

“You sound mad about it,” you observe.

Taehyung huffs, and it’s the first time you’ve really heard him sound annoyed with you. It does not feel good. “I don’t know, Y/N, I guess I just don’t get it. I wouldn’t go to funeral services for the family member of an ex. I wouldn’t feel like it was appropriate.”

“None of your exes were two-year relationships,” you point out. You think this is a fairly logical thing, but his silence tells you it hurt his feelings.

“Tae…”

You hear a woman’s voice in the background – his mom, you’re sure. “I have to go,” he says flatly. “Have a good night. I’ll talk to you… when I can.”

“Bye,” you say quietly, but he’s already hung up. Your stomach hurts. You want to call Nikki but you aren’t sure what exactly you’d tell her. It wasn’t really a fight, right?

You don’t sleep much that night. You text Taehyung around three in the morning – “can’t sleep. Hope we’re okay. Hope YOU’RE okay. ☹️” – but when your alarm goes off at 6:30 he hasn’t answered.

Friday comes quickly, and you drive straight to the funeral home from work. You check your phone while you stand in the receiving line, but you have only a text from Nikki. You answer her and move onto social media as the line inches forward bit by bit.

When you reach Ben’s parents, you give them each a quick hug and tell them you’re sorry for their loss.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you,” his mom says, hugging you tightly. “It’s really nice that you came.”

“Of course,” you murmur, uncomfortable. You move on to Ben, who gives you a long look before you hug.

“I’m really sorry,” you tell him when you separate. “I hope you’re all doing okay.”

“As well as can be expected,” he replies politely. “How have you been? How’s Sierra?”

It’s like a punch in the fucking stomach. Sierra had loved Ben, she’d always asked if he’d be around when you picked her up from school. She’d been kind of mad at you when you had told her about the breakup.

“She’s okay,” you tell him, sadness creeping into your bones like winter cold. “My mom pulled her first overnight vanishing act in a few years last week, so that was fun to deal with.”

Ben gives you an understanding look. “I’m sorry,” he says, and you feel like he probably means it. He had been around for a lot of the drama with your mom a few years back.

“Hey,” he says, before you move on. “A few of us are going out after. You want to join?”

You spend a few hours at the bar with Ben and some people you went to college with. What else would you be doing tonight, sitting alone at home talking to no one? It turns out to be more fun than you expected, and you end up in some group photos on social media. You think nothing of it until Taehyung calls you, about an hour after you get home.

“Hey,” he says, voice tight.

“Hey,” you say back. “Everything okay?”

“Sure,” he says, but he sounds the same. “Did you have a good time going out with your ex?”

This floors you. You’re honestly speechless, mouth hanging open and everything. Then, you snap. “I’m sorry,” you say sarcastically, “explain to me the part where I did something wrong?”

Taehyung pauses. “I guess nothing, when you put it that way,” he admits, voice still laced with venom. “But damn, Y/N, put yourself in my shoes for a minute. Imagine having the day – fuck, the week – I’ve had, and then I turn on my phone to see that shit?”

“I can’t imagine the day, or week, you’ve had, Tae. You haven’t told me. I keep trying to be there for you right now, and you’ve been keeping me at arm’s length. I get it – trust me, I do. I’m really private about the stuff with my mom too. But when I needed you to be there and you stepped up, I let you.”

It’s quiet on the line for a few minutes. “Listen,” he says finally, “my dad will be home again in two days. Things can go back to normal then. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend time with you the way we both want, but you know the reason why.”

“I do,” you allow.

“So let’s just…” he sighs, stops, tries again. “Let’s just get through the next two days. Do you want to come over after work on Monday?”

You stare at your ceiling, feeling frustrated. “Yeah,” you say finally. “We can do that.”

The weekend is total garbage from start to finish. You text Taehyung – “morning” – early on Saturday and he never replies. You don’t know if he’s genuinely busy with his mom, if he’s still pissed off at you for the previous night, if he’s just not feeling it anymore (you are past a month together, it’d be right on time)… or a combination of the above.

On Monday, Taehyung avoids your gaze during the morning meeting, and your heart sinks. You were hoping you would do like he said on the phone Friday night and just pick up where you left off today, arguments forgotten.

Nikki regards you curiously from across your desk after the morning meeting. “Girl, what happened?” she asks, nudging your door shut with her foot.

“Everything I touch turns to ash,” you deadpan. “Literally, I don’t even know. Again. What is wrong with me?”

She looks at you sympathetically. “Nothing is wrong with you. But going out with Ben was douchey.”

You look at her in shock. Nikki is a ride-or-die friend, eternally on your side. “What? I went out with a group, I wasn’t even with him.”

She gives you a flat look. “Y/N. Come on. I’ve known you a long time. I love you a ton. But it’s pretty clear to me what happened on Friday.”

“Please enlighten me,” you say, feeling a simmer of anger in your belly.

“Taehyung stopped talking to you for a few days, so when Ben asked you to go out you accepted in retaliation.”

“You sure think you have it all figured out,” you say sarcastically.

Of course – of fucking course – your phone buzzes on your desk. You look quickly, hoping for Taehyung. Instead, it’s Ben. Nikki clocks this. She holds out a hand towards your phone, face saying what her voice isn’t – and now look, the wrong man is texting you because of your bullshit.

As you leave work, walking to your car, you text Taehyung – “Still want me to come over?”

After he didn’t talk to you all day – again - you wouldn’t be surprised if he said never mind. But he texts you back confirming, so you head home to get changed. You don’t even bother packing anything for overnight.

Call it intuition.

Taehyung lets you into his apartment with a small smile and leads you through to his little balcony. The weather’s warm, and it feels nice to be outside. He’s cracked a beer for each of you, so you sit.

You like Taehyung’s place – more than your own. First, the balcony is cute as hell. He’s also got a way bigger bathroom, a washer/drier unit that he doesn’t have to walk outside to get to, and… the nook. It was your nook for the last month and a half. The first time you’d stayed the night, he had shown it to you, so proud. It was a little corner near the sliding glass door of the balcony where he’d pulled a comfy chair and a tiny little end-table. He’d put a blanket over the back.

“Look,” he’d said, grinning, so proud of himself. “This is the Y/N’s Waking Up spot. I know you like to sit and drink your coffee in silence in the mornings. This can be your spot. The sun rises on this side, so you can sit here and have your quiet time and watch the sun come up.”

It was the most seen you’d ever felt in your entire life. The day he’d showed it to you, it had almost brought you to grateful tears.

Seeing the chair in its spot as you walk to the balcony makes you feel fucking devastated, and you suddenly feel so horrifically sad that it’s almost nauseating. Breaking up with Ben felt nothing like this.

“Can we talk about what’s been happening with us?” Taehyung asks quietly when you sit. “I know it’s been shitty for both of us since last week.”

You nod mutely, not sure you can trust yourself to speak. He takes this as a cue to continue. “I know I wasn’t… extremely forthcoming about what was happening at my parents’ house,” he admits. “But I feel like you took that kind of personally and… acted out.”

If Nikki hadn’t said the same thing to you earlier, you would have responded hotly to that. But when two people tell you the same thing, generally it means you’re wrong.

You take a second to think, to try and get your thoughts in order. “It’s felt like this for me,” you say, finally ready to try and explain. “It’s like your active life is this box, right?” You use your hands to help you, making the shape of a box in front of you. “And you picked me up and placed me to the side of the box, and you wanted me to just wait there until you were ready for me again. It just… I don’t… Tae, I’ve done that before, remember? I can’t do it again.”

“This is not the same as what happened with Ben,” he hisses, leaning forward with the intensity of the words. “I knew that’s what was going on with you! Do you not see how this is different? You knew what was happening with me. You knew it was going to be kind of different and you couldn’t just hang on for a literal week, Y/N-.”

“Did I, though?” you interrupt. “Did I know it was a week because of whatever was going on that you wouldn’t talk to me about, or did I just have to take that on faith? Aren’t you the one who gave me shit for staying in relationships where I’m being ignored?”

He sits back in his chair, eyes wide. He looks away, licks his lips, opens his mouth to take a breath, then holds still again. He asks, “So, was that the problem? You didn’t believe me that things were only a little off because of my mom? You didn’t trust me that we’d be right back to normal once my dad got back?”

“I didn’t know what to think,” you admit, throat tight. “You weren’t answering my texts or calls… it just felt so familiar…”

Finally he says, his voice deathly low and serious, “If at this point you legitimately don’t trust me… then what are you even doing? Why are you even here?”

You don’t have an answer to this. You look back at him, silent, heart pounding. Finally, the self-preservation kicks in, the part of your brain that reminds you to hit back after you’ve been hit, and you say, “Right on schedule, right, Taehyung? Did we make it a whole seven weeks?”

Suddenly, just like that, you’re having an entirely different argument - the one that’s been looming over you all along, ever since the first time you told him not to play games with you.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, pointing at you. “I’m in this. You’re the one who’s been holding back, you’re the one acting like you can slow it down if you dig your heels in hard enough.”

“That isn’t true,” you deny.

“Then ask yourself – no, fuck that, I am asking you: do you think we can make it?” He lifts his chin and looks at you evenly, gauntlet thrown. “If your answer isn’t immediately, unequivocally yes, then you might as well just leave.”

No one says anything else after that. You let yourself out of the apartment. On the way home, you have to pull over, pressing your head into the top of the steering wheel as you heave out sob after wracking sob.

[8:52 pm] Nikki: Honey, I’m so sorry

[8:53 pm] Nikki: Are you okay? Do you want to talk??

[9:12 pm] You: No. And no.

Thank you so much for being here! I appreciate every single like and reblog!

Chapter 9 will post on Friday, May 27th. :)

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sexybabystevie · 1 year

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27, 31, 35, & 38 for the ask question thing !!!

thank you so much, lovely!! <333

27. favorite album

reputation by taylor swift!! i love all of her albums but i am ultimately a rep girlie and i'm proud of it <3

31. favorite song

mine change quite often, so for that reason i'll say that my current favorite song is probably nonsense by sabrina carpenter!! i started listening to emails i can't send a few days ago and the entire album is really good, but this one has been stuck in my head SO bad and also i think it's a little silly fun :)

35. a song that makes me cry

(sorry in advance but i am a. basic pop girl 😭😭) uhm i have suffered much emotional and psychic damage from would've, could've, should've by taylor. probably. TOO much. let's just say sometime that song hits a little too much :")

38. water, earth, fire, or air

i DID start singing the hex girls song about this in my head by the way. not sure if that matters but i felt like announcing it and making it known to the public. anyway this is ALWAYS a hard question like i!! do not know. because my gut has ALWAYS said fire - i'm attracted to danger what can i say - however i usually end up picking air because i am a libra which is an air sign sooooo. one of the two lol

#<333 #ask game #asks #em speaks

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togamicrying · 1 year

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honey you e got a big storm coming

35, 39, 47, 48, 51, 56, 83 hee hee

MAPLE.

35. A character who should’ve got more character development?

like. sooooo many of them lol. can i say the entire cast of v3? because honest to god that's my answer -- even my faves in v3 leave Something to be desired

beyond that, i actually think that thh and gbd do a really good job of stretching characters to their maximum narrative utility before killing them off, and i do feel like in both games the most narratively flexible ones are the ones who live. i think if i had to say anyone from those games it'd probably be leon or sayaka just because the way the free time events work in trigger happy havoc work mean they get like three events and then they die and you never get to know more lmfaoo (but even then i still don't think their characters are Lacking in the way that the v3 cast is for me. sorry for being a v3 hater lol)

39. Smartest murder plan?

komaeda's, obviously LMFAO. god every time i replay sdr2 chapter 5 im struck by it all over again. like they literally had to guess!! even with nanami revealing herself! even then! they still had to be like well. hope his luck actually worked out! king popped off and the entire trial is SO good for advancing the plot and tying off hinata's dynamics with BOTH komaeda and nanami! the moment of sickening clarity when hinata realizes that he DOES understand how komaeda's brain works, and knows what his intentions really were? nanami and hinata's final goodbye? uuuugh sdr2 chapter 5 i love youuuuu.

rest under the cut bc Long.

47. A headcanon you have about a character?

*pushes two million unfinished drafts of Togami Headcanons to the side* i am going to talk about komaru. i think she's a butch lesbian and every time she's depicted as feminine in fanart my soul dies a little even though butch komaru exists solely in my head. i also think she's really sporty, but i've talked about that elsewhere hehe.

ok i'll talk about togami a little bit. it's 100% projection but i think he's agender. not in a way where he like. actively thinks about it -- even at Full Self-Actualization i'm not sure if i ever see him actually realizing it and actively thinking about himself in that way -- but i just dont think he as any particular connection to being a *man* outside of how it plays into his attraction to other men/his family's expectations of producing heirs. like he just kind of is how he is and doesn't feel compelled to make any particular effort to present as masculine. i could make a joke here about his gender just being Togami, but genuinely i do think that rings true. he's not a boy or a girl but a secret third thing (byakuya togami™️) does this make sense. like. to anyone (<- projecting and insane) whatever. i think he would look nice in a floor length skirt.

48. Favourite OST?

i... usually play the games on silent :X legit i know like 3 songs including mr monokumas lesson. just tried to remember what beautiful days sounded like and the wii sports theme is what my brain supplied (<- embarrassed)

i WILL say that i think drv3 has the best opening track of any of the games. its so jazzy and fun hehe

51. Character you thought you were gonna dislike but loved in the end?

mmm. hard to say, honestly? it's been so many years since i formed first impressions of the thh and gbd casts that i kind of dont even remember what i first thought of them? i have a lot of v3 characters who i thought i would like and wound up feeling kind of ehh about, but that's not the question lol

i think, Big Terrible Writing Choice aside, i was really surprised by how much i wound up actually *liking* korekiyo? like okay OBVIOUSLY they took his character in a terrible direction but before that when he's just like, a weird little freak? that ruled lol

in terms of characters that i've had full turnarounds in opinion over the course of 2012-2022? i remember not particularly liking/caring about kirigiri, sayaka, fukawa, souda, or gundam when i first read the playthroughs of their games, and now they're some of my favorites hehe. but that's less about me going *into* the games thinking i wouldnt like them -- because in both cases i went in completely blind -- and more about them growing on me like a fungus over successive playthroughs lol

56. Best free time events?

ok. take this with a grain of salt because i'm stalled out in my sdr2 replay rn so i haven't redone the free time events for that game in awhile/haven't done any v3 ftes besides maki's and ouma's because im a hater.

i think kirigiri has really good fte's. i love that she gets a little sillay in them and how subtle her progression from "why are you talking to me" to "i care deeply about you" is. i also really appreciate how the game cutting her off as an option for free time at certain points serves to make that progression feel really natural with the game's actual plot. love you miss kirigiri.

mondo's are really great as well, he's such a fun guy to interact with and him talking about wanting to be a carpenter and loving his stupid tiny dog and being too nervous to ask girls out all add such levity to his character and make it SO sad when he dies. like damn that biker gang leader trapped in a murder game really is just like. some guy in high school :-( i also loved that they brought him wanting to be a carpenter back in dr:s! made my heart soar uuuuugh i love you mondo, sorry i never ever talk about you

komaeda gets an honorable mention for his botched love confession. buddy you did So Bad.

83. Least favourite chapter?

[staring myself down in the mirror] i will not hate on v3 this time i will not hate on v3 this time i will not hate on--

chapter 4 of v3 was soooo boring guys. i hated the virtual world and idk if it was just me but the controls for it were just. nightmarish. whatever lets talk about the games i do like.

i also agree with @ovidiomedes about thh's c3 kind of dragging. it's one of my favorite trials, but the actual chapter is. really slow lol. i think part of that is due to the anticipation of chapters 4-6 which are some of my all time favorites across all three games, but i think it has larger narrative problems that contribute to that dragging feeling ://

#op #asks #THANK YOUUU MAPLE THIS WAS SO FUN

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jiminrings · 2 years

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HellOoo. I am (honestly) blissfully unaware to the current status of your page so if this is genuinely out of place then I'm so so sorry ‼️

However, your infamous stem!koo drabble series is one of my personal like, comfort fics?? comfort series'?? And through reading the entire series more ties than I can count on my fingers AND toes, I have come up with a full mini head cannon fic of how I think the GLORIOUS portrayal of yoongs that you have built would end up falling in love or whatever<3 💞

And because I'm so sick and tired of holding it in I've decided to fill your ask box with it, sorry in advance.

(I'm using she/her pronouns for this yn)

So, the Yn is kinda quirky, NoT likE oThEr GirLiEz yk?? But she's actually just pretty eccentric and out-there, really confident in herself and she's really just an icon fr.

HOWEVER, miss girl also has a problem with basically Romanticizing complete strangers, enter: yoongi; her senior whom yn (read: Yoongis Ngirlfriend) becomes basically infactuated with. She's constantly trying to talk to him or whatever #girlboss, she's doing tasks for him like putting out his pencil or whatever, (Also ‼️ forgot to mention but this majority takes place in school ) . Yn however, yoongi finds to be pretty annoying.

It's just the youth and the general interest in him that rubs him the wrong way ...

However, people like, in yoongs life, perhaps lunchbox lovers!yn, thinks it's kinda endearing. I mean c'mon she fell for lunchbox lovers!jk sooooo...

The dilemma is that after yoongi shows absolutely zero interest and is kinda standoffish and rude, yn loses her interest. Now, yoongs is kinda like ??? What's going on???

Because he misses the AtTenTION !!! He misses yn being all giggly whenever he'd slightly smile, or her handing him a pencil/pen before he himself could think to get his own‼️ he misses her coming up to him and striking up the most abrupt conversation, about coffee brands, or cake pops, sometimes donut shops just everything and anything under the sun.

So, yoongs kinda gets in his feels (even girlbossed have their weak moments :,(

However, THEN, yoongs approaches yn for the first time ever‼️‼️‼️‼️ but bc he's kinda shy on his own and he's already achieved such a massive feat by coming and speaking, he just asks for a pen.

This makes yn who's honestly been given the bare minimum, kinda happy ?😭 Like she spent months pining over this guy who gave solid word answers for every question or topic she came up with AND now he's finally FINALLY came up to her ‼️

This relights the little pitter patter in her chest whenever Yoongis around, so she remains doing this behavior we talked about and yoongi starts... Reciprocating? Like, in a romantic way ‼️

Anyways ik this is shit bc this is the first time I've kinda ... Put it in words but heyyyy what can you do !!!

THIS IS SO SO GOOD U HAVE NO IDEA 💔💔 ll yoongs having his own y/n under these circumstances is Just So Them <3 ur right even girlbosses have their weak moments what if ll oc (who is not the most empathetic person out there lmao) knows about this y/n's lil crush on yoongi but notices that there is zero chasing happening :OO this is not shit this is tewwwww good omg u have me considering writing bullet fics again

#answered

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amimimi · 3 years

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sk8 boys would reacting to you pulling them in by their belt

synopsis: you pulling the sk8 babes in by their belts for a kiss

pairings: joe x reader, cherry x reader, reki x reader, langa x reader

warnings: kissing, suggestive themes, swearing

notes: not me just seeing this tiktok trend ...but thoughts are being thunk...❤️ also, i apologize in advance for any grammatical/spelling errors

word count: 1,930

JOE

this flirty ass b*tch 😒

he thinks he’s so smooth...and he is!

i see y’all bar hopping in the early talking stages of your relationship

so you’re seated the bar and you’re kinda annoyed because maybe there are a couple girls who come up to him and offer to buy him a drink? (of course they would, have you seen how he’s built?)

BUT THAT’S NOT EVEN THE BAD PART

this mf get’s up from his stool and starts FLIRTING BACK?? AND YOU’RE JUST SITTING THERE LIKE —🧍‍♀️

but then he turns back to you and see’s the displeased look on your face.

cue joe nervously laughing and gently shooing the other girls away

but you’re already pissed bc like? the nerve of him? and in front of you??

you stare straight past him, leaning your elbow up on the bar table as he stands in front of you. babbling out apologies(?)

if you can even call them that?

“babe, i’m sorry! you know it’s force of habit! i didn’t even get to see what they looked like! and they were being nice! what was I supposed to do? tell them to get gone? i was just being polite to them, i’m a feminist after all 😏—”

b*tch...what?

you feel like you’re getting dumber just listening to him

so you kinda tilt your head to look at him and let your hands settle on the front of his belt

his voice kinda tilts? like it slightly gets a just a bit higher ?

before he can even make a smart ass remark, you firmly tug him towards you and kiss him

he hums in surprise before chuckling into the kiss and bringing his warm, calloused hands up to your face

he pulls away and quickly pecks at your lips before playfully outing

“oof, so mean”

“but you like that” you reply before kissing him again

meanwhile, the bartender is watching yall like “😐😑😐”

REKI

like with joe, i imagine you pulling this stunt off in the beginning of your relationship

you and reki are in the little workshop behind his house doing normal relationship stuff

you know, reki working on a skateboard repair while you lovingly admire his side profile...yea ❤️

he’s so absorbed in his work, his eyebrows are furrowed every so slightly, and he’ll randomly clench his jaw and WOWOWOW HE LOOK SO GOOD!

you feel so blessed just being able to take this sight in

you’re watching him intently with your elbows propped up on the table and your face resting between your hands

reki’s in the middle of tightening the screws when he notices you looking out of his peripheral vision

he glances over to you and sees you staring at him

have y’all seen that meme of meghan markle at her wedding looking up at harry?

YEA, YEA you’re literally looking up at reki like that

and boy does reki get FLUSTERED

he tries to act cool about catching you staring but baby is blushing way too hard

“w-what?”, reki mentally kicks himself for stammering as he returns his focus to the skateboard

“you look really hot right now”

reki damn near chokes and his face gets even more red (if that’s even possible)

he turns his back to you to reach for a wrench on the wall adjacent to him

but he's trynna hide how hard he's blushing uwu

you're laughing now and the melodic sound makes the tension in reki’s shoulders dissipate

yea...y’all are whipped for each other

reki is pouting with his back to you, still “looking” for his wrench

when all of sudden, he feels your hands settle on his waist, urging him to turn around

"rekiiiiii", you playfully whine. "i can't admire my boyfriend?"

he's turning around to tell you that he's busy, but then your fingers hook onto his belt

and before his brain can compute what's happening, you're sharply tugging his belt and your mouth is on his, hot and heavy

and reki moans

and it's so high-pitched and so earnest and so loud, you almost want to giggle

but then his knees buckle and he kinda collapses forward into you

so y'all both kinda shuffle back, but reki manages to catch himself by wrapping his arms around you for support

you're about to pull away to ask if he's okay, but then he brings one hand up to your face and parts his mouth

and when you gasp against his mouth, he feels slightly relieved knowing his dignity has been saved somehow

reki pulls away first, panting, and rests his forehead against your collarbone, trying to hide his face again

"you suck" he murmurs into your chest, slightly dizzy

you hum contentedly, combing his hair back before kissing the top of his head

CHERRY

first of all, this mf is an aries (just when i thought he couldn’t get sexier)

and aries men...🥴

basically, you have to do a lot to actually fluster this man

so let’s say he takes you with him for a two-day work trip on a nearby island

while he works with his clients during the day, you busy yourself by wandering around the hotel or walking along the beach

basically, the only time the two of you have together is in the evening

it’s your last night before y’all have to return to okinawa

kaoru tells you to get dressed and takes you out to this expensive ass restaurant and he’s sooooo f*cking romantic

the love in his eyes,,,, his soft ass smile as he watches you ramble in between taking sips from your wine glass

he’s looking at you as you’re personally responsible for the sun rising each day

i mean, you could’ve been talking about how you saw a crab on the beach that was missing a leg, and kaoru would just be like “tell me more bby 🥰😍”

when y’all make it back to the hotel, you’re both a little tipsy (kaoru is more so buzzed)

you’re holding onto kaoru’s arm as you both take the elevator up to your hotel room

kaoru feels you slightly sway against him and he leans over to kiss the top of your head

“you alright, darling?” he murmurs into your hair

he takes your hand in his and runs the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand

and he does all of this while his lips are pressed against the top of your head— SIR PLS ✋😩

it’s an chaste act and you know he’s genuinely concerned but after two glasses of wine, your brain is just—🥴

hornknee thoughts only 😩💯

sloppily, you wiggle out of kaoru’s embrace before centering yourself in front of him with your hands placed on his chest

at your action, kaoru’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly but he keeps silent, slightly amused

“you’re so f*cking fine” you murmur, slightly smoothing your hands over kaoru’s chest, staring him right in eye

“oh?”

“yea, and you don’t even try. What’s that like?”

by now, kaoru’s softly smiling. “what’s what like, my love?”

“what’s it like to be so hot without even trying?”

and before ol boy can even reply to that, your hands find his belt before firmly pulling him in for a kiss

kaoru hums at the sudden jolt but then sighs appreciatively through his nose and wastes no time parting his mouth for you

b*tch, you’re the one who’s moaning skxhsnwje

still kissing you, he smooths your hair back with one hand before grabbing a fistful of your hair

he firmly yanks your hair back and deepens the kiss, and you just— 🤸‍♀️

the moan that elicits from you, is OTHERWORLDY

you feel the elevator roll to a stop

kaoru pulls back with a grin on his face and so much love in his eyes that you’re tempted to go in for round two

but then the elevator door slides open and he grabs your hand, tugging you into the hallways

as he leads you to the hotel room, kaoru slightly turns his head back to smile at you, with the same amount of love in his eyes

LANGA

i feel like langa may get flustered as easily as reki might, but he’s manages to be a lot more cool about it

which kinda drives you up the wall? you just wanna see your boyfriend embarrassed for once

all he does is slightly blush with a straight face and glance away

so let’s say he’s walking you home after you, him, and reki were hanging about at a skatepark

the sun had already set and langa is walking beside you with his skateboard under one arm.

the walk is pretty silent, but it’s a comfortable silence. langa finds that he and you can soak up each other’s presence without having to say a word

you see him jolt out of your peripheral vision and you’re like ???

before you can glance over and ask if he’s okay, he quickly grabs your hand

you glance up at him, confused, and he simply replies “i forgot to hold your hand, sorry”

langa wtf??

fighting back the urge to laugh, you squeeze his hand and tell him it’s fine

both of you share a soft smile, before the easy silence continues for the rest of the walk

when y’all arrive on your porch steps, you turn to him and thank him for walking you home

langa assures you it’s no problem before saying goodnight

he’s turns around and takes a couple steps away, when you clear your throat

he glances back at you, quizzically

you’re standing on the porch step, with your hands behind your back.

there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes

“aren’t you forgetting something?” you playfully chide him

langa: 😐😑😐

you can literally see the gears turning in langa’s head

“...did you want me to walk you to your bedroom?”

you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you, and langa feels his cheeks reddened slightly

“angel, no. I meant a goodnight kiss?”

“o-oh, right”

his brows furrowed slightly as he determinedly making his way over to you

he’s so—&:&72737

as he’s making his way over, an idea pops into your head and you kinda “>:3”

when langa is standing in front of you, your hands grip onto his belt and you yank him into a kiss

bby boy almost drops his skateboard

he quickly inhaled through his nose before giving a stuttered moan and you smile into the kiss

you’re standing on the first step to your porch so the added height is giving you more access

BITE HIS MFIN LIP! he will gasp so prettily into your mouth

entranced, he keeps leaning more and more forward, that is, until the back of your foot hits the step behind you

stumbling backwards, you fall back and pull langa along right with you

you fall right on your ass, yelping as you knock foreheads with langa as he falls into you

so now, you’re both left moaning, gripping your foreheads

“are you okay?” langa asks you, dropping his hand from his forehead revealing a red mark

you begin to laugh at the sight of it and langa just stares at you, confused but slightly defensive

“w-what?!”

“your forehead is red” you giggle

“well yea, you slammed your forehead into mine”

“you slammed your forehead into mine” you give him a quick peck on his lip before smoothing his hair hair back

“that looks like it’s gonna bruise,” you murmur and press a kiss to his forehead “I’ll get you some ice, come inside”

end notes: i wanted to get this out in time for cherry’s bday!

#sk8 the infinity x reader #joe x reader #reki x reader #cherry blossom x reader #langa x reader #sk8 the infinty

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haikyuu-appreciation-club · 3 years

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Helloo! I love reading your work, especially your comfort posts. I just wanted to make a request if you could do iwaizumi, tsukishima, ushijima, and akaashi giving comfort to the reader after they’ve had a heartbreak and have been breaking down (maybe when the character and reader are not in the same place). Thank you so much and keep up your work!

hello sweet anon!!

ty for the kind words, I’m glad to hear you enjoy my work (⌒ ‿ ⌒)

I know heartbreak comes in all shapes and sizes but I decided to do these based on a breakup heartbreak sooooo yeah

alsoooo I only made the second portion of characters to be in a different place as the reader bc I found it quite difficult to do them all like that so I hope that’s alright

I apologize in advance if any of this wasn't what you had in mind

I hope you enjoy regardless <3

(after finishing this I'm low-key disappointed in how it came out buuut this is the outcome of my writers block sooo hehe) (/^-^(^ ^*)/

•Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Ushijima, and Akaashi Comforting a Brokenhearted Friend•

warnings: platonic relationship (best friends), mentions of cheating, heartbreak, breakups and a few curse words

genre: comfort

characters: iwaizumi, tsukishima, ushijima, + akaashi

•Iwaizumi•

groggily opening his door at two in the morning to you sobbing was not exactly the way iwaizumi would have imagined starting his day

you and iwaizumi had been best friends since your first year of highschool, so it wasn't abnormal for you to pop up at his home unannounced from time to time

but this was a whole different story

the sleep had immediately been stripped from his mind as he pulled you inside and into a tight embrace

“Woah, woah, woah Y/N. What’s wrong?”

you wanted to answer him right there and then but you choked on your words, cries forming instead of any explanation

he was patient though, allowing you to cry until you ran out of tears to shed as he rubbed soft circles into your back

he had a feeling your trashy s/o was behind your breakdown

they had always left you falling apart in his arms at one point or another

he never minded comforting you but anger bubbled up inside him everytime he heard of another incident

he had always told you how you deserved to be treated better but everytime something like this occurred, your s/o had always sucked you back in with some half hearted apology

iwaizumi waited until your sobs had died down into whimpers before he slowly brought you to take a seat on his couch

he handed you a box of tissues that were sitting in the middle of the coffee table and waited until you were able to form a coherent sentence,

“T-they che-heated on m-me”

although it was flooded with hiccups and sharp inhales, iwaizumi understood exactly what you had said

he got the sudden urge to go beat the shit out of that prick but he knew his negative emotions weren’t what you needed in that moment

he pulled you into another hug, whispering apologizes and words of comfort into your ear as you cried into his chest once more

hearing the way your voice strained broke his heart and all he wanted to do was bring back that beautiful smile of yours

as your sobs died back down, he continued to sooth you until the room grew silent

iwaizumi didn’t want to make you relive what had happened that night anymore then you already had so he opted to do something to get your mind off of everything,

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

you looked up at him through puffy eyelids and nodded, appreciating just being in his company a while longer

iwa leaned forward, grabbed the remote from the table, and immediately leaned right back next to you, being too nervous to leave your side for even a second

you subconsciously snuggled into his side as he scrolled through the different titles, looking for one you both usually enjoyed watching

however, it wasn’t long until you began to drift off to sleep, the world around you fading in and out of view as your eyes opened and closed

iwaizumi noticed your tired state and smiled to himself, brushing the stray hairs that framed your face behind your ears,

“You can go to sleep Y/N, i don’t mind.”

you let out a soft yawn as you looked up at him,

“But this is your favorite godzilla movie, i can’t let you finish it on your own.”

“You watch it with me every time, i think i’ll be fine watching it by myself tonight,”

he smiled at you as he pushed your head down into his lap,

“Now go to sleep.”

you smiled to yourself as you curled up and closed your eyes, feeling iwaizumi lazily run his fingers through your hair

as he watched your drift of to sleep, he promised himself he’d never let you get hurt like that again

•Tsukishima•

you, tsukki, and yamaguchi had gone to the cafe down the street every saturday for as long as you could remember

tsukki adored their strawberry shortcake and yams loved the milkshakes they served

you on the other hand were mainly there for the company, and they may or may not have sold your favorite sweet

spending time there was apart of your weekly routine

even when you got into a relationship, that pattern didn’t change

so when a certain saturday rolled around you happily strolled down to the cafe

this saturday however, yamaguchi had extra practice for his float serve and was unable to attend

you were about to cancel but yamaguchi insisted that you two carried on the tradition by yourselves for the day, so you two agreed on meeting up and spending some time with yams later in the day

once you arrived at the cafe, you felt the immediate comfort of being in the presence of your friend

tsukishima had always brought you a sense of security and peace

as you both were enjoying your sweet treats, you heard the buzz of your phone as it viberated on the table

you look from your dessert, to your phone, to the blonde head of hair in front of you

tsukki quirked an eyebrow at you as you shurugged your shoulders, picking up your phone and watching as it illuminated in your hand

the first notification that met your eyes was a message from your s/o,

“hey, we need to talk..”

you felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach

although you told yourself you shouldn’t jump to conclusions, that message didn’t settle right with you at all

you felt a lump grow in your throat as your shaky hands typed a reply,

“oh okay, let me call you then”

you looked up from your phone and made eye contact with tsukishima as he gave you a look of question mixed with concern

you shot him a half hearted smile as you excused yourself from the table and walked into the alley next to the cafe to make your call

although he wouldn’t admit it if asked, tsukishima was really worried about whatever was going on right now

the way your facial expressions had changed and your demeanor had shifted cause his chest to tighten

he knew something was wrong but he just didn’t know what

he didn’t want to pry or make it seem like he was too eager to comfort you but he couldn’t ignore what was going on

especially when you rounded the corner with tears running down your face, holding in sobs that threatened to escape your lips

he shot up out of his seat and walked over to you, throwing the amount of cash needed to pay for the food on the table as he did

“What the hell happened Y/N?”

averting your gaze away from tsukki, you began to whimper

noticing people beginning to grow nosey tsukishima wrapped his arm around your shoulder and began to walk back towards the alleyway

as you two came to a stop you wrapped your arms around tsukki, causing him to stiffen from the sudden contact, and cried into his shirt

he relaxed a bit as his arms found their way to your back, rubbing up and down in a soothing manner

once you calmed down you had explained that your s/o had broken up with you

they hadn’t given you a reason, only stating that they could no longer find it in themself to continue with your relationship

you couldn’t even wrap your head around the words that had met your ears from the other side of that line

you felt the tightness in your throat return as more tears dampened tsukishima’s shirt,

“Y/N it’s stupid to cry over this. They didn’t even have the decency to break up with you in person so why should you waste tears on them?”

“I know i’m sorry, i just can’t help it,”

you let out a shaky breath as you looked up at him,

“I really liked them Kei, i don’t know what i did wrong.”

he swiped away at the hair that clung to your face and he sighed,

“Idiot, you didn’t do anything wrong. I can’t tell you why they broke up with you but i know it had nothing to do with anything you did.”

he flicked your forehead before pulling you into a hug

hugs from tsukki were rare, so you didn’t let the feeling of his arms wrapped around your figure slip from your mind

although you were still in pain, you knew you wouldn’t have to go through this alone, and that was more then enough to bring a smile back to your face

•Ushijima•

for as long as you and ushijima had been friends, he had never been the best at comforting others

so you had no idea why your first instinct was to call him the second you got your heartbroken

as the phone rang you contemplated hanging up and letting him know that it was just an accident but honestly, you needed to hear his voice right now,

“Hello Y/N.”

you stayed silent for a minute, attempting to calm your voice before you spoke

“Y/N, are you there?”

you took a deep breath before smiling, in hopes it would make you sound more cheerful than you were feeling in that moment

“Yeah sorry, h-hey toshi.”

“Y/N are you alright? It sounds like there’s something wrong.”

you sighed, with how observant he was it honestly wasn't a surprise that he had noticed your distress from the other side of the line

it was at this moment that you had begun to regret calling at all,

“Oh um, I guess today just hasn't been the best.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

you smiled through the tears streaming down your face

although ushijima wasn’t exactly familiar with other people’s emotions and how to deal with them, he always tried his best to be there for you and comfort you when you were feeling down,

“T-That person I was dating b-broke up with me and I'm just sad about it. I r-really liked them and it makes me upset that things ended like this.”

ushijima went quiet hearing those words

he had heard you talk about your s/o quite a few times before and they seemed to make you very happy

it honestly hurt him that you had lost that source of happiness so suddenly and although he did not know exactly how to return the smile to your face, he knew he had to try

the radio silence on the other side of the phone gave you anxiety and you began to wonder if you had made your friend uncomfortable in any way

but before you could apologize for venting about your issues, you had been cut off,

“I apologize Y/N. I don’t really know what to say but you are a very lovely person and they are surely missing out. If you’d like, you can come over to tendou’s house and read this week’s jump with us.”

you let out a small laugh at his attempts to comfort you,

“That sounds great toshi, you sure I won't be bothering you two though?”

you heard tendou yell through the phone, letting you know not to be silly and that you’re always invited as ushijima agreed with his statement

you swiped at the tears that had stained your cheek and clutched the phone closer to your ear,

“Awesome, I’ll be there soon then.”

“Okay Y/N, we will be waiting for you.”

before your friend could end the call, you quickly spoke up,

“Toshi?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“Thank you, I feel better already.”

“You’re welcome Y/N, I care about you very much so I’m glad I can make this easier for you.”

you felt your heart swell at his words as you bid him a goodbye

although you had lost someone important to you, it wasn't the end of the world and you knew ushijima would help you understand that

•Akaashi•

akaashi was always someone you knew you could come to when the world was against you

however, once you and your s/o made things official, you promised yourself that you wouldn’t bother him with any issues involving your relationship

he always assured you that you could go to him for anything but you knew that you had to deal with certain problems on your own

besides, he had his dilemmas to worry about and you most certainly didn't need to add to the pile

but you didn’t know who else to turn to when the same person you had spent months with, broke your heart

so you ended up dialing up akaashi’s number and waiting anxiously as the line connected

knowing him it wasn't a huge surprise that he had answered right away, the sound of yelling and volleyball’s slamming against the floor had met your ears,

“Hey Y/N, did you need something?”

you automatically felt guilty for forgetting he had practice at this hour, interrupting him was not what you’d intended to do,

“Ah, sorry I forgot you were still at p-practice. It’s no big deal, I can call you later about it.”

akaashi noticed the distressed tone of your voice as it shook and immediately excused himself from the gym, letting his coach know that he had a personal issue to deal with,

“No, it’s okay. We were just about to finish up anyways, Bokuto just wanted to practice his spike a bit before we left. Is something the matter?”

akaashi had been bluffing about practice almost being over but he knew you called him for a reason and he didn’t mind skipping practice for a bit to help you out

“Oh, um yeah actually, I got broken up with a little while ago. I know it’s a stupid thing to call about but it just really hurts and I didn’t know what else to do other then talk to you.”

akaashi frowned as he heard you begin to softly weep on the other side of the line

he knew how much you cared about your former s/o so he couldn’t imagine how much pain you were experiencing

he wish he was there to be with you but he knew he was stuck in practice for at least another hour,

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I can’t exactly say anything to take the pain away but just know that you’ll always have me. Things may be hard right now and I'll be here to comfort you as long as you need but don’t forget I'll also be here to help you pick yourself up when you’re ready.”

you felt some of the pain lift from his words as you attempted to stop your tears,

“T-Thank you Keiji, thank you.”

“No need to thank me Y/N. If you’re okay with it, me and bokuto can stop by after practice and we can go to the park down the street that you like. I’m sure you both would have fun.”

you laughed at his comment and smiled to yourself,

“I’d like that.”

“Alright, we’ll see you later then.”

akaashi was glad to hear the newfound smile in your voice as the call came to a close

your smile was his favorite sight after all, and he’d do his best to keep it plastered on your face as long as he was around

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iwadori · 3 years

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Hiiii can i request prompt 53 with tsukki? My annoying cousin u may know @chibiiichan(i cant tag her its a surprise) recommend ur account and well she never been right more than now I LIKE UR ACC TOO URM JUST TAG HER IN THE POST (bcs its actually her birthday next week monday so....the least i could do this bcs she likes tsukki and shes recently talk abt the iwazumi story of yours....lmao shes cringe but in the same time got mad n i was besides her hearing her whining like bruh 'its 1 am'...i know i should buy something for her but she got spoiled enough 💅...that mf-) thank you ✨

‘ALWAYS AND FOREVER’

TSUKISHIMA X READER

2K WORDS

GENRE: ANGST,FLUFF

TW: SLIGHT AMBIGIOUS MENTION OF SUICIDE/ASSISTED DEATH, AND DEATH, CURSING (IN MY A/N)

THIS IS FOR @chibiiichann Happy birthday, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS (BECAUSE I HATE IT :D ) SOOOOO YEAH I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY.

NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL. EXPECT SLIGHT MISTAKES

You were dying. You knew it. Your husband, Kei, knew it. Even friends you haven’t spoken too since high school knew it.

So why did you all pretend that everything was okay?

5 year old Y/N:

You were running around your neighbourhood park chasing after butterflies, without a care in the world. As you were frollicing in the grass, you manage to trip over a rock tumbling to the ground scraping your knee making it bleed. Looking down at your slightly injured knee, your lip begins to quiver which eventually leads to wails of tears streaming down your face.

“you don’t have to cry you know?” said a slightly quiet voice towering over you. Above you was a boy, quite tall with a fat pair of glasses, golden eyes and a head full of blonde locks.

“Well when I get hurt, I cry” you say matter oh factly (is that the phrase?) rubbing your nose as you sniffle. He held out a hand to you, which you immediately took shooting upwards and brushing yourself off.

The boy, after looking at you wildly, turns around and walks back to the actual park. “Oi wait,” you call at the boy swiftly following him “aren’t you going to ask my name?”

“no.” he says simply, proceeding to walk ahead.

“well my names Y/N L/N pleasure to meet you,” you say jumping in front of him so he doesn’t move, waiting for him to tell you his name...which he doesn’t. “you don’t have to be so rude you know”

“I’m not being rude” he says stiffly “ it’s just my brother says not to speak to strangers” a smirk appears on his face to say ‘you can leave me alone now.’

As if on cue, his brother approaches the both of you given the boy a slap on the back making him cringe “Hey Kei, who’s the friend you’ve made here?”

“My name is Y/N L/N and I'm here to be KEI’s best friend!” you said putting the emphasis on the word Kei after just learning that was the blondes name.

Kei rolled his eyes and sighed saying “nii-chan can we go home now” he folded his arms in annoyance.

“No Kei, you’ve got to get to know your new found friend Y/N-Chan right?” his brother said teasingly, knowing it was the last thing Kei wanted to do.

“Yes ofcourse!” you say with a toothy grin, dragging Kei along with you to his demise.

Until the sun went down, you spent the rest of your time with Kei getting to know eachother (well him getting to know you more, since you did all the speaking.) Regardless of his previous annoyance in getting to know you in the first place, Kei would be lying if he said he didn’t want to know you now.

As the sun was setting, Kei’s older brother (who’s name you learned was Akiteru) called him to tell him he had to go home because dinner was ready. Before he left, you grabbed his hand and wrapped your pinky finger around his saying “As long as we shall live, we will always look out for eachother as we are forever bestfriends, agreed?”

back to present -

In some odd way, this was Kei’s way of looking out for you. He knew what you had was uncurable and would weaken you even more as the days go by, so pretending like nothing was wrong seemed to be best in his eyes.

Everything you and Kei did was a game or some nostalgic act that you once did when you were children. It was sweet to say the least, seeing Kei all engrossed and determined to make you happy.

Your alarm rings snapping you out of you daydream, ‘it was time for medicine’ you thought with your face scowling at the thought. Immediately on time, as always, Kei comes In the room with all your medicine thats needed.

“Aren’t you my perfect little nurse Kei” you say teasingly giving him a wink, laughing as you see his face turn red.

“Do you have to do this every time y/n?” he asks rolling his eyes at your childish behaviour.

“Oh I'm just showing love to my best and favourite nurse” you continue laughing at your own words

“Im your only ‘nurse’” he deadpans giving you your medicine as you talk.

“Well that is more reason to make you the best nurse.” you say smiling.

Silence falls between you, and you stare down at your arm watching as your husband gives you the medicine making you frown. “Do we have to keep doing this?” you ask which is probably the 1000th time you’ve asked.

“Of course we do Y/N as I’ve said yesterday and the day before that and the day before that it-”

“But do we really?” you interrupt “I can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep doing this.”

“Do you doubt me Y/N, I can do this forever” he says “ I can take care of you forever”

“But I don’t wan-”

“I’m finished, I’m going to start on dinner” he gets up and leaves the room yelling “I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Sometimes you and Kei have these conversations. And all the time it ends the same way. You complain, he ignores and then you go and have dinner.

You can understand why he doesn’t want to have this conversation. Who would want to hear about their partners complaints about practically being alive. Kei was torn, ever since he met you all he wanted to was to keep you happy. But could he compromise his own happiness for it.

15 year old Y/N - flashback

“Kei Kei, aren’t you excited!” you yell smiling widley

“Excited for what?” he asks, amused by your enthusiasm “it’s just highschool.”

“Well it’s a new highschool! Karasuno high school, to be exact.”

“And that is still just a school.” he says

“Not just any! That’s the school nii-chan went too, and even tho he lie-”

“Let’s not talk about it Y/N” he murmurs “we should go now, don’t want to be late on our first date.”

Going to Karasuno was fun, at the start everyone was pleasant and nice. But after a week or two when you and Kei were still stuck to eachother like glue, people weren’t so pleasant. Kei was like a pop idol, being gorgeous and over 6ft at just the age of 15, caused alot of attention, especially when he was always around you.

At the start, the hate you got was bearable, it was the petty bitchy notes in your locker or just people blatanly talking badly about you infront of you. People didn’t do it when you weren’t around Kei, so when he had volleyball practice (which you were so excited that he joined the team) you were a big target for the bullies to come around.

Kei didn’t really know of the bullying that happened towards you, especially since he was mainly in practice or not around when it happened. But one day in practice he heard some of his teammates, kageyama and hinata who seemed to talking about a student in one of their classes that was always getting picked on by the other girls in the year.

“Yeah and I heard that Nana-san was planning on getting her and her friends to attack Y/N-san soon.” said Hinata

“Shrimpy, who are they planning on attacking?” Kei asks to make sure he just heard the ginger correctly.

“Oh this lovely person in our class their name is Y/N-san” he says, looking at Kei’s reaction he also asks “Why? Do you know them?”

Kei doesn’t respond, and immediately leaves the gym, ignoring Hinata’s and the other members of the teams yells of ‘Where are you going tsukishima.’ He didn’t care, he just had to get to you.

He searched all the classes, asking every student if he knew where you were. Someone directs him to the toilets, where he burst through the door to see the other girls in your year surrounding you and beating you up.

“What the fuck are you doing to them?” he yells startling the girls.

“T-T-Tsukishima-san" one girl says “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh fuck off” he says, with them still frozen in shock “I said go!”

“And don’t think I don’t know your names either” he calls after them.

He rushes towards your bruised body on the ground and cradles you gently, confused on what to really do. “Oi Kei,” you say weakly catching his attention “I would’ve won if you didn’t come to stop the fight.” you joke making him scoff.

“Whatever you say Y/N.”

After you heal up, Kei already told on the girls that beat you up getting them suspended, and you explain how they were treating you because of their infatuation of him. And how they only did it when he wasn’t around.

Once he learns this information, he decides to quite the volleyball team, to your surprise. But you demands on making him not quit were ignored, as he excused it by saying “I have to make sure you’re always alright remember, and if that means quitting some volleyball team then so be it.”

That was one out of the many times that Kei put his happiness before yours.

Flashback over.

When you first got diagnosed, Kei was immediately researching on it as it was a very rare condition. But sadly, he only found what the doctor already told you both. It was uncurable and your immune system and your body will weaken as the days go by.

Which it did, you were a shell of your past self. It was always shocking for Kei to see, especially with you only being 25. ‘It wasn’t supposed to be this way,’ but he never let you see his sadness.

Whenever you knew Kei was sad you always reminded him “Kei, I may be dying but please don’t cry over me” every time you said, there was a slight undertone of humour in your voice which always worked in boosting Kei’s spirit.

AN: IVE GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE I HATE THIS SOOO IM SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE SHITTING RUSHED ENDING IM GOING TO PROVIDE FOR YOU LOL.

The days passed and the years went by, and you and Kei were still alive and kicking it. Doing your daily routine of you making some joke, Kei giving you your medicine and then you eating dinner. You eventually stopped complaining, realizing and remembering your promise you gave to Kei at 5 years old in that park. “As long as we shall live, we will always look out for eachother as we are forever bestfriends, agreed?”

Of course you had your rough days, everybody did and it was even harder being sick with a terminal illness. But having Kei to guide you through the storm made It better for you.

However, Kei isnt a miracle worker. He couldn’t save you, noone could. And you both knew that. That didn’t mean it made it any easier when the medicine stopped working and your pain got too hard to bear. Kei couldn’t watch you do this anymore, “the choice is yours” he said with tears in his eyes.

So you knew what you had to do, you got in your bed pulling Kei with you, and letting him envelope you in a big hug as you both cried.

“I love you,” you say “You know that right?”

“Of course I know that, idiot” he replies “And I love you.”

“Always and forever?”

“Always and forever.”

AN: how did I END UP CRYING WHILST WRITING THIS WHEN IT MADE NO FUCKING SENSE, I WAS TRYING TO DO THIS COOL NOTEBOOK (I HAVENT EVEN WATCHED THE NOTEBOOK) ENDING WHERE ITS AMBIGIOUS AND SHIT AND I JUST GIVE UP OKAY? I APOLOGISE LOOOOOOL. I HOPE YOU ENJOY ATLEAST A SENTENCE OF THIS AT LEAST.

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima angst #tsukishima x reader

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Chapters: 1

Word Count: 5,813

Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: smoking, bitterness

Summary: It’s been fifteen years since Ada Cackle last set foot on Cackle’s Academy grounds. But while her destiny can be delayed, it won’t be denied. Alma has finally demanded that her prodigal daughter return and prepare to take up the mantle of leadership. Is Ada ready for everything that entails? Maybe. There’s one surprise, though, that she never saw coming.

Notes: We all know what kind of roller-coaster Series 3 was for the fandom. As I said, though, there were so many holes. This is my attempt to fill one of those holes – essentially, when Ada met Hecate. I’ve kept everything within canon (though I did keep the 13-year age difference between Ada and Hecate, there’s certainly room for Ada to be older than that). If you notice anything that I missed feel free to let me know. This is using the ‘First Time’ prompt.

Thanks so much to @cosmic-llin for organizing this event again! You’re awesome!

The title comes from Lionel Ritchie’s song of the same name.

This one is making its way into the wilds without Sparky’s oversight. We can all hope for the best. Or wait for the one I post to AO3 after she’s had a chance to correct my grammatical tomfoolery.

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The sun disappeared behind a cloud just as the dark figure on a broomstick began her descent towards the ground. “Fitting,” she muttered under her breath. She touched down lightly in the middle of the courtyard, sliding off her broomstick and stretching the muscles of her lower back.

Staring up at the castle, she snapped her fingers and a lit cigarette appeared at once. She took a deep drag, blowing a dense cloud of smoke across the lawn. It all looked exactly the same as it did the last time she was here, some fifteen years ago. Another drag, another cloud of blue-gray smoke. Another time, she thought. She raked her fingers through her windblown hair, or tried to anyway. The tangled mess refused to cooperate.

“You’re hardly the picture of a proper headmistress, Ada.” Alma Cackle appeared in front of her daughter, waving the cigarette smoke away.

“Criticizing before you’ve even fully materialized, Mother? That’s quick, even for you.” Ada dropped her cigarette onto the grass and crushed it with her boot. “Good thing I’m not a headmistress, then.” She placed the back of her hand to her forehead. “Well met, Mother.”

“Welcome home, Ada. You’ve been gone too long. It’s time you started preparing for your birthright.” Alma transferred Ada’s belongings to her rooms. “I’ve cleared Miss Drill’s old room for you. It’s been empty since she retired to spend more time with little Dimity.”

Ada nodded. She hadn’t fancied staying in the room she and Agatha had shared as children. Too many memories coupled with too much emptiness without her sister there. She’d barely tolerated the two years she’d spent in the room alone, after Agatha had been sent to Wormwood’s.

“Come along then.” She looked pointedly at Ada’s jeans and the faded Pretenders t-shirt under her leather jacket. “I’m sure you’ll want to change into something more appropriate.” Alma turned and walked towards the castle door.

Rolling her eyes, Ada nonetheless followed her mother into the castle. “I don’t reckon you’ll see me in traditional witches robes any time soon.”

Alma sighed but didn’t argue. “Have you spoken to your sister lately?”

“She sends her regards,” Ada said, suddenly very tired. They’d spoken, all right. Agatha’s angry words still scraped along inside her skull. Favorite. Betrayal. Abandoned. Why didn’t Agatha understand that she didn’t have any more choice in this than she did? Both of them were forced to live out destinies based on which name was listed first on a birth scroll.

It’s not like she’d asked for this.

She’d spent the last fifteen years being anywhere but here. She’d left for Weirdsister’s the week after she’d finished her final term at Cackle’s. She’d stayed for summer terms, spent holidays with friends whenever she could and taken an entire year to broomstick across Europe sometimes with Agatha, sometimes not. She’d taken her teaching credentials to Moonridge High School and then on to Amulet’s Academy. Now she was back. Home, she supposed. Her mother had left no room for argument. In three years, Alma would retire, and Ada would be headmistress. It was time for Ada to assume her place. She’d start by teaching a few Potions classes, lifting the load from the insufferable Miss Gullet. On top of that, she would be Deputy Head Mistress, learning the ins and outs of running an academy. It all seemed rather bleak and planned out as far as she was concerned.

Ada studied the dining room. The banners had been replaced, but the food was just as bland and the chairs just as uncomfortable as they’d ever been. She’d forgotten how cold it was in the castle and already regretted giving up her leather jacket for a long-sleeved denim shirt.

“Do you have your lesson plans sorted yet?” Alma asked. “You’re taking over the first and second years, correct?”

“Everything is ready, Mother. I’ve taught Potions before, you know.”

“But you haven’t taught it here, Ada. I’ll not have my own daughter coddling the girls. Cackle’s has a long—”

“A long tradition of top marks in Potions, yes, Mother, I know.”

Alma was about to reply when Miss Gullet interrupted her.

“Don’t you fret, Mrs. C. I’ll keep an eye out for her.” Miss Gullet reached across and patted Ada’s hand. “After all, you couldn’t ask for a better mentor than yours truly.”

Gwen Bat, the Chanting teacher, threw her napkin onto the table. “I rather think I could, Miss Gullet.” She pushed away from the table. “If you’ll excuse me, Mrs. Cackle, I’ve lost my appetite.” She walked stiffly away, disappearing before she’d even gotten halfway to the door.

Blinking back and forth between Miss Gullet and her mother, Ada wondered what that was all about.

“Oh, never you mind that old witch.” Miss Gullet waved Gwen away. “She’s been in a mood ever since that dodgery old wizard did a runner on her.”

Ada looked at her mother, but Alma just shook her head. Later, she supposed, she’d have to get the story later. For now, Ada would be content to get through dinner and retire to her rooms. A headache pricked just behind her left eyebrow and she felt certain that a tumbler of Witches Brew would be just the trick for getting rid of it.

For the third time, Ada ran her finger along the spine of each book on the library shelf. She couldn’t quite believe that Thornapple’s Advanced Potionry wasn’t there. Humming softly, Ada checked the adjoining shelves, just in case. She didn’t find it there, either. Hands on hips, she huffed her hair out of her eyes in frustration. Ada glanced around as if she didn’t already know she was standing in the restricted section of the library. Students weren’t allowed to check these books out. They weren’t even allowed in this section without explicit permission. Ada blanched as a long-forgotten memory wriggled its way out of her brain.

It was the middle of the night and the library was much darker than Ada expected it to be. She cast a tiny light spell – about half a second too late. “MONA! Look out!” Ada pointed at the lamp on the table, but Mona had already knocked it with her elbow. Her heart pounded in her chest as the lamp tipped, wobbled, then settled back on its base. She’d scarcely relaxed when Agatha’s hissing made her jump again.

“Will you two be quiet! We’ll never hear the end of it if Mother catches us in here!” She leaned over Mona until the she shrank back, huddling next to Ada. “And if I miss the dance at Weirdsister’s next week, you’ll never hear the end of it from me.” Agatha whipped around and continued sneaking through the library. “And put that light out!”

Ada and Mona exchanged worried glances and crept along behind her, fumbling their way into the restricted section. Agatha had bamboozled the young new librarian into revealing that the wards surrounding the restricted section only kept the books in, it didn’t keep the girls out.

“I still don’t see why this dance is sooooo bloody important,” Mona griped.

Once again Agatha spun around and glared. “Because Georgie Wintercherry will be there, which means Judith Starling will be there. Which means I will be there. No silly rule that you have to be at least seventeen is going to keep me out of that dance. That toad isn’t getting her claws in him if I can help it. If you weren’t such a little girl, you’d know that.”

“Toads don’t have claws—”

“Shut UP, Mona!” Agatha hissed.

“Well they don’t! And I don’t know what you’re on about – you’re three months older than me. Ada’s older than you!”

“Don’t get me started on that bloody thirteen minutes.”

Ada shook her head, pulling herself back to the present, though she couldn’t keep her eyes from finding the volume they’d been after that night. They’d found it then, too, but hadn’t been powerful enough to make it work. Agatha hadn’t been able to sneak into the Weirdsister’s dance and Judith had indeed gotten her claws into Georgie – their oldest girl would soon be entering Cackle’s. Looking back, Ada realized that night was probably when the seed for the plan to take their mother’s power had been planted in the garden of Agatha’s brain. Oh well, Ada thought, it doesn’t pay to travel down some old roads. Gathering up the rest of her books, she made her way to the circulation desk, reminding herself to smile at each student as she passed.

“Ada!” Miss Inkwell wriggled a pinky in the air. “I mean, Miss Cackle,” she said in her poshest voice. Ada rolled her eyes dropped her books onto the library counter, thunking much louder than Ada intended. A dozen heads popped up, as curious students looked to see who was making all the noise.

“Sorry, girls!” Ada ducked her head and waved. “Carry on.” She turned to Miss Inkwell and grimaced.

“Don’t worry about it, Ada. You probably just woke half of them up.” She pulled Ada’s books towards her. “Gracious, you do have a bit of light reading planned.” Her eyes widened as she read the titles. “These are some advanced potions books, even for Fifth Years.”

“It’s really for me, just trying to keep the old quill sharp.” Ada tapped her temple with a long red fingernail. “Um… I wasn’t able to find quite everything I was looking for. The card catalog shows that we should have a copy of Thornapple’s Advanced Potionry in the restricted section, but I can’t seem to find it. I can’t imagine that someone would check it out.

“Thornapple’s?” Her eyes widened when she heard the title. “Ada… that’s some advanced work, even for Fifth Years… surely, you aren’t…”

“Merlin’s beard, no! I’d rather live to a ripe old age. The truth is, it’s been a while since I’ve taught Potions, I’ve been teaching Spell Science for the past eight years. I need to brush up.”

“I see… best get cracking then.” Miss Inkwell summoned a well-worn box with a drawer, its walnut finish darkened by age. “Let me just check on that book for you.” She slid open the drawer and expert fingers flipped through the cards. “Oh! Why yes, it is checked out, but it’s due back in on Tuesday. I’ll set it aside for you.” Smiling sympathetically up at Ada, she was just closing the drawer when a loud crack and puff of yellow smoke came from the far end of the library. “Let me just…” She held up a finger and transferred away.

Ada glanced back towards the sound but decided Miss Inkwell would have things well in hand. She pulled the drawer around to sneak a peek at the card. Maybe she could ask whoever had it if they were finished with it. She pulled out the card and read the name: H. Hardbroom, written in precise script. Ada thought she’d met everyone on staff, but apparently, she hadn’t. A second puff of smoke wafted over the bookshelves. Sighing, Ada transferred into the thick of it.

“Stop fussing with the collar, Ada,” Alma said without looking up from her paperwork.

“It itches.” Ada tugged again at the offending collar.

“You’re whinging like a petulant child.” Alma finally looked up, peering at her daughter over the top of her bifocals. “It’s better than that ridiculous leather jacket you insist on wearing.”

“Hmpf.” Ada pretended to check her list of preparations for the Yule Party. The jumper was warmer than her motorcycle jacket, but she’d never admit that to her mother. She’d already stopped wearing her concert t-shirts, mostly, bowing to her mother’s persistent insistence that they weren’t professional enough, even if they were hidden under her robes. She knew her mother wouldn’t be satisfied until Ada wore the same drab skirts and frumpy jumpers that she did. Never, Ada vowed to herself, no bulky jumpers – sleek power suits would be her signature outfit once she was Headmistress. “I’m going down to the kitchens. I want to go over the preparations for the Yule Dinner with Mrs. Tapioca.” If she expected more than a grunt from her mother, Ada didn’t get it.

By the time she arrived in the kitchen, Ada was doubly glad for the jumper. No matter how many warming spells they cast, it just wasn’t possible to heat the entirety of the castle in winter. Corridors were simply left as they were.

Ada opened the doors to the hurly-burly of the kitchen and realized immediately that she was in the way. Pressing herself against the wall, she finally spotted Mrs. Tapioca on the other side of the kitchen, going through an order of produce with a young woman Ada didn’t recognize. Holding her breath, Ada made her way across the kitchen, dodging floating pots of boiling soup, flying vegetables, and a near-miss with the backswing of a meat cleaver. She reached Mrs. Tapioca just as the unfamiliar witch transferred away. “Bouncing bats, Edna! I had no idea it would be so… chaotic!”

Edna Tapioca laughed a raspy, acid-washed laugh. “Just you wait, Miss Cackle. Now that the last of the produce is here, we can really get our skates on.” She passed off the basket of vegetables to a kitchen witch that scurried by. “What can I do for you?”

Ada picked up a sheet of paper that had been blown off the table by the passing witch: the receipt for the produce. Ada scanned the items, impressed at the variety of plants available at this time of year. The name at the bottom caught her eye, H. Hardbroom, written in the same neat script she remembered from the library. She turned to ask Mrs. Tapioca about her but was cut off by the squawking of three different time-crows going off at once. Now was certainly not the time. With a jaunty wave to Mrs. Tapioca and a shouted ‘good luck’ to the rest of the kitchen witches, Ada transferred out into the hallway. Breathing in the sudden quiet, she wrapped her jumper tighter around her chest and began the long trudge back to her mother’s office.

“Have you finished with the expense reports yet, Ada? We need to pay this month’s bills before next month’s get here.”

“Almost, Mother, there’s one that doesn’t make any sense.” She levitated a notice to her mother’s desk. “It’s for a grocery delivery, but not to here, to Darkwood Cottage.”

Alma didn’t even glance at the paper, she just flicked her fingers and sent it floating back to Ada. “Just pay it.”

“Why would I pay it? Why would groceries be delivered to Darkwood?” Ada snatched the bill from the air. “I’ll speak to the grocers; I’m sure it’s a simple mista—”

“Pay it, Ada!” Alma barked. Forcing her voice back to calmness, she went on, “It isn’t a mistake.”

Ada may have spent the better part of the last twenty years away, but she remembered her mother well enough to recognize that this bill represented A Thing. And whatever it was, it was something that her mother didn’t want to get into. And that meant Ada had to ask. “What is this about, Mother? There’s something you don’t want to tell me.”

Alma took her glasses off and spent a very long time cleaning them with a cloth she’d magicked up. Ada held her tongue, certain that any more pushing on her part would shut the entire topic down.

Finally, Alma put her glasses back on and looked up with the saddest, weariest eyes Ada ever remembered seeing in her mother’s face. “I guess you may as well know now, you’ll become the Sealkeeper once you take over as Headmistress.”

“Sealkeeper? I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Ada felt the hair on the back of her neck prickle.

“No. You wouldn’t have, thank the heavens. It’s old magic. I think Hecate is the last witch requiring a Sealkeeper.” Alma gestured to the chairs in front of the fireplace and summoned her tea set. “Not quite ten years after you’d graduated, I think you were at Moonridge at the time…” Alma poured herself a cup of tea, thinking. “No matter,” she said at last. “You’d been gone a while and we’d started a new term and we were just getting to know our new girls but there was one… Oi, Ada, she was a real stand out. Bright, lively, clever little thing. Still holds the record for the highest scores on her entrance exams. Her name was Joy – and if ever a girl was suited to her name, it was her. Joy Hardbroom.”

“Hardbroom? As in the Hardbroom that sells us produce? That checks out books from the restricted section of the library?” Alma nodded and sipped her tea. “Hang on then… aren’t the Hardbrooms also that old-fashioned family that keeps lobbying to bring back the boundary rules that separated us from the Ordinary world?”

“That’s the one. Remember that about them, it’s important.” She summoned a plate of biscuits and offered one to Ada. “They were a very serious family. Very rigid in their adherence to the Code and they’d brought Joy up in a very strict, very structured household. But like I said, Joy was bright, curious, vivacious. I think coming to Cackle’s was the first time she’d ever had any sort of freedom at all.”

Ada frowned. This already sounded like a story with a bad ending. “What happened? When Joy got all this freedom…something had to have happened.”

“To this day I don’t know where she got the idea, but during her second year she decided to sneak down to the village one weekend.” Alma vanished her teacup and hoisted herself to her feet then started pacing in front of the fireplace. “Seems the girl spent weeks in the library working out how to get past the wards. Too clever for her own good it turned out. That first trip to the village was like getting dosed with Faerie dust. She went back again and again. Found an Ordinary girl with just enough magic that she could see through the Concealment spell.”

“How is that even possible? If she could see…” Ada joined her mother at the fireplace. “What happened? Did the girl expose Joy as a witch?”

Alma shook her head. “No. Rumors had been going around that Joy had been leaving the grounds, but nobody thought she was going to the village. At least not until Miss Willowbark found a poster in Joy’s room. It was for a music festival that had happened in the village.”

A chill settled in Ada’s chest, right behind her breastbone. Willowbark. She’d never met a person less suited to teaching than Imelda Willowbark. She hated children. She was a stickler for the Code – for all rules, really. “She got caught, didn’t she?”

“Breaking one of our highest laws. Imelda wanted her expelled. Immediately. I… well… after what happened with your sister… I wanted to give her another chance. Imelda went to the Great Witch and fortunately, she sided with me. Joy wouldn’t be expelled, but she would be confined to the Academy for the remainder of her schooling.” Alma shrugged. “It seemed reasonable. She could go with her parents on holidays, but during term she would be confined to the school grounds.”

“But something else happened, didn’t it?” Ada did a few quick calculations. “She’s got to be twenty-three… twenty-four? Why does she get groceries from Cackle’s?”

“I need to show you something. Come along.” Alma held her hand out. Ada stared at it for a handful of seconds before grasping it.

The next thing she knew, they were standing at the edge of the forest on the south side of the castle. Before them stood a statue of a girl wearing a Cackle’s Academy uniform. “I don’t remember this being here.” Ada circled the statue, noting the detail. She ran a hand down the statue’s arm. It was exquisitely done. Too exquisitely. A knot began to form in the pit of her stomach.

“You wouldn’t.” Alma stepped up and brushed some dirt and leaves from the shoulders. “This is Indigo Moon, the friend Joy made in town. Her best friend.”

“How…” Ada snatched her hand off the girl’s arm. “How did this happen?”

“Loneliness. I don’t think anyone understood just how lonely Joy was. I know I didn’t. I should have, though. When her parents refused to pick her up on holidays, I should have seen about her, but she insisted she was fine. Turns out, she was miserable - isolated and lonely. Desperate for her friend.”

Ada brushed tears out of her eyes. She wasn’t one to break the Code, but surely they had to see that sometimes what a young witch needed was understanding. She turned back to Indigo Moon. “How did this happen, Mother?”

“Joy stole my Wishing Star. She couldn’t leave Cackle’s, so she brought her friend to her. Then she gave her magic so she could stay.” Alma shivered as a cold draft of air whistled through the trees. “Night’s falling. Let’s finish this up in my office.” She transferred them back.

“I don’t reckon I need to tell you what happens when you give magic to a non-magical person, do I?” Alma asked once she’d settled herself back in her chair.

Ada leaned forward, elbows to knees, cradling her head in her hands. “No.” Everyone knew what happened. Magic in the Ordinary drove them mad. And turned them to stone if they didn’t relinquish the magic. How many of Witchdom’s childhood stories involved an Ordinary getting their hands-on magic and the terrible consequences that followed? No one ever gave up their magic in the stories. “So what happened? Her confinement just became… permanent? Even though she was a child?”

“Eventually, yes, that’s the punishment she received. She would remain confined to the Academy grounds for as long as the girl remained stone.”

“But she was a child!” Ada threw her hands into the air. “This is just like Agatha! One mistake and your whole life gets taken away from you?”

“The Code is the Code for a reason, Ada!” Alma pointed towards the forest. “What about that little girl out there, Ada? Her life got taken away as well.”

“Don’t try to defend this, this, abomination of a decision that you imposed on a child!”

“That I imposed?” Alma laughed bitterly. “You’re suffering from bloody delusions of grandeur if you think a headmistress has that sort of authority. No, Ada, that punishment came from the Great Witch herself.”

“But you didn’t try and prevent it, did you, Mother?” Ada was shouting now. “She was a child, Mother, and you just let her life be ruined, exactly like you did Agatha.”

“Prevent it? No, Ada, I didn’t try to prevent it. I argued with every last breath I had for them to confine this brilliant little girl to Cackle’s instead of stripping her of her magic and throwing her out to the Ordinaries.”

Ada sucked in a lungful of air so fast she choked.

“That’s right. They wanted to strip every drop of magic from her blood. Publicly. Turn her into an example for everyone. Her parents were perfectly happy to have her confined if it kept it all private. It worked. The Great Witch made me responsible for her. That’s why I’m Sealkeeper. It’s why you will be, too.” Alma slumped down in her chair. “As long as that girl is stone, Hecate remains confined to the grounds.”

“Hecate?”

“Her middle name. Joy changed her name after that day. She changed everything about herself. How she looked, how she acted, what she went by. I can’t even imagine the guilt that little girl felt – still feels. She caused the person she loved most in the world to cease to exist.”

Ada dropped into the chair across from her mother. An Ordinary life with no magic but freedom? Or a life with magic but no freedom? Ada wasn’t sure they’d really done Joy or, Hecate, any favors. “And no one’s been able to reverse the spell?” She knew the answer before her mother shook her head. “So, what did you do with her?”

“Do? I did whatever I could for her. I gave her as much freedom as I could. I gave her free reign in the library so she could try and find a spell or potion to restore Indigo. I brought in a counselor once a week to help her deal with her guilt and shame.”

“Did it work?”

“For a time. It took a while, but eventually, thanks to one very persistent young witch, she made new friends. She had a new best friend, but it all fell apart when they graduated. I think that’s when it truly became real for Hecate, when she watched them all leave but she couldn’t.” Alma shrugged. “As for her future… I made sure there was no mention of any of this on her school record and arranged for correspondence courses. I helped her arrange for a tutor so she could get her teaching credentials in case she ever wanted to work as a teacher here. She hasn’t wanted to teach here, and I don’t blame her. She moved to Darkwood Cottage and keeps to herself. We provide her needs and purchase her vegetables and potions ingredients. On very rare occasions I’ve been able to persuade her to join us for the odd ritual or holiday.”

Ada leaned back in her chair. It was a lot to take in. “Am I her… jailor? Warden?”

“NO!” Alma snapped. “If it were up to me, she would have been free to leave years ago. Her original crime isn’t even a crime anymore. “But it isn’t up to me,” she sighed. The Great Witch placed the wards herself and only she or her successor can undo them. As long as Indigo Moon remains stone, Hecate is confined to Cackle’s. If Indigo is ever restored, you’ll be able to remove the ward. It doesn’t happen automatically.” Alma summoned a bottle of wine and two glasses. Ada accepted hers gratefully. “Truthfully, Ada, I don’t think she’d leave even if she could. I don’t think she’d leave Indigo behind.”

Ada downed her glass in a single gulp and immediately poured another. Some days, she really wished Agatha had been born first.

“What do you mean, we’re out?” Ada stared at the empty cupboard. “How can we be out? I know we ordered more than enough nettles.” Mrs. Tapioca wrung her hands for an answer. “What happened to the ones we had?”

“As best I can tell, the Spell Science Fourth Years were working on some sort of healing spell and accidentally summoned a plague of locusts. All I know is more bugs flew through my kitchen than I’ve ever seen in my life!”

Ada shook her head, trying desperately to keep her cool. The nettles were the main ingredient in the traditional soup served on Selection Day – the very same soup that Chistobelle Cackle had served the first class of girls over a millennium ago. Ada wasn’t about to be the one that broke that tradition – or told her mother that they couldn’t make the proper soup. “Where can we get more? The market?”

“Sorry, Miss, I tried them straight away. We cleaned them out with our first order. I tried the other markets, too.” Her hands twisted harder. “I’m so sorry, Miss Cackle…”

“It isn’t your fault, Mrs. Tapioca. You were hardly responsible for a plague of locusts.” She squeezed the cook’s arm. “Go on and get done what you can. I’ll try to come up with something.” Ada nodded, trying desperately to convey confidence she didn’t feel.

Ada strode down the corridor, her heart and feet both flying as she raced to the potion’s storeroom. She rifled through every shelf, adrenalin sparking like magic when she spotted a jar labelled ‘nettles,’ but it crashed just as quickly when she pulled the jar down and saw they were spiny-leafed nettles. Her temper started sparking along with her adrenalin. Miss Gullet caused this whole disaster, or allowed it, yet she was nowhere to be found when it was time to put things right. Trying to think clearly, Ada studied the jars and boxes, trying to find anything that might work as a substitute, but there was nothing.

She slid down the wall, cradling her head in her hands. Why did she ever think she would be capable of being Headmistress. She felt something roll against her foot, a jar of dried flower petals. She turned the jar and read the label – Dog’s Mercury. The label was handwritten in small, neat script. Ada’s eyes narrowed – she recognized this handwriting. It was the same handwriting she’d been seeing on the grocery receipts. For produce. Hecate Hardbroom’s handwriting. It was a long shot, Ada knew that. But… She pushed herself to her feet and summoned her broom. She could be at Darkwood Cottage in less than an hour. “What do I have to lose?” She muttered to no one in particular as she mounted her broom.

From the sky, Darkwood Cottage, tucked at the very edges of the Academy’s extensive grounds, looked warm and welcoming. Up close, Ada could see how worn and tired it had become. It was tidy, though. She could tell that it wasn’t being neglected. As she touched down, she felt the slight tingle of magic as she passed through the occupant’s wards. Glancing about, Ada was impressed by the neat rows of vegetables off to the side of the cottage. The front garden was a jumble of flowers and herbs, each one healthier and lusher than the last. The desperate spark of hope glowed a bit brighter.

Ada leaned her broom against the house and knocked, straightening her clothes as she waited. Feeling unusually self-conscious, she wished she’d taken the time to change out of her dark jeans and Iron Maiden t-shirt. She’d been planning to change later, of course, but then the whole business with the nettles started and…

The door swung open and Ada found herself face to face with a beanpole of a young woman. She looked down at Ada with eyebrows raised impossibly high – whether that was from surprise at finding Ada on her doorstep or the severe bun that sat atop her head, Ada couldn’t know.

Smiling as brightly as she could, Ada bowed deeply. “Well met, Miss Hardbroom. I do apologize for showing up unannounced.” Dark eyes traveled up and down Ada’s body, frowning, and once again Ada wished she’d taken the time to change. “Please forgive my appearance, it’s been a rather hectic day.” The young woman was still staring at her and Ada couldn’t tell if it was confusion or distaste that was winning the battle for her expression. She held her hand out, hoping that would break the tension. “I’m Ada—”

“Cackle. Mrs. Cackle’s oldest daughter.” With a start, she raised her hand and returned the formal greeting. “Well met, Miss Cackle.” She straightened and opened the door wider, beckoning Ada inside. “To what do I owe the honor of this visit?”

Ada dropped her hand and followed Hecate inside. She explained the problem with the nettles, but her eyes never stopped roaming the inside of the cottage. Shelves filled with potions ingredients lined the walls. Hundreds upon hundreds of bottles and jars sat neatly in rows, each labeled with that same precise script Ada remembered. It was better stocked than any potions lab Ada had ever seen. Finally, her situation explained, Ada couldn’t contain herself anymore. “This is incredible, Miss Hardbroom! I’ve never seen any lab as well turned out as what you’ve made here!”

Flushing with obvious pride, Hecate looked around the room herself. “It’s my life’s work, I suppose you could say.” Her shoulders sagged as her eyes dropped to the floor. “I assume you know… my circumstances.”

“Mother told me.”

“I’m sorry for the burden I’ve placed on you.” Hecate turned around and made her way into the pantry, returning a moment later with a pair of wicker baskets. “I know where to find what you need. I can transfer us there in a moment, if you’ll allow me?”

Ada nodded and held out her arm. The strength of Hecate’s magic surprised her. No wonder she’d been able to visit the Ordinaries and harness a Wishing Star. In no time, both baskets had been filled and the nettles magicked back to the kitchens.

“You’ve saved my skin, Miss Hardbroom,” Ada said as she helped Hecate clean the baskets and put them away. “I didn’t fancy having to tell Mother we couldn’t make the traditional soup.”

“I expect not,” Hecate said, drying her hands. “Your mother has been very kind to me, though, certainly kinder than I deserved.” She gestured to her kettle. “May I offer you some tea? Or do you need to get back for the banquet?”

“The banquet, I’m afraid.” A thought struck her. “I would be honored if you would join us, Miss Hardbroom. After all, we would hardly be having the banquet if it weren’t for you.” At least I wouldn’t, Ada thought to herself, Mother would have me cleaning out the kitchen bins for sure.

“Thank you for the invitation, Miss Cackle, but—”

“That’s a yes, then? Excellent!” Ada’s cheeky grin was contagious and soon the younger woman was agreeing to go.

“You don’t have to fuss over me, you know,” Hecate said as Ada was mounting her broom. “Just because I’m bound to the Academy doesn’t mean that you’re obligated to me in any way. I’m content here and my work keeps me busy.”

Ada thought a moment. Hecate’s work, no doubt, consisted almost entirely of trying to find a potion that would release Indigo Moon. She’d seen the bookshelves filled with journals and a quick peek at an open one on the kitchen table had Ada itching to read more. “That’s something we have in common then, isn’t it?” Ada asked, leaning on her broom. “We’re both tied to this place, in one way or another. I hope that we might be friends.”

Hecate blinked in surprise – then blinked again, trying to keep tears at bay. “That would be… I don’t... If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Ada said, holding a hand out as she mounted her broom. “I’ll see you at the banquet, then? It’s at the usual time.”

Hecate reached out and shook Ada’s hand. “At the banquet. I’ll be there early, in case you need an extra pair of hands.”

“Well met, Hecate Hardbroom. I’ll see you then.” Ada pushed off and made her way back to the castle, certain that she’d just met someone extraordinary.

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yourplasticlittlespastic · 4 years

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ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ -- Peter Parker fanfic (2/of many)

Part 1

I wake up as usual and follow my itinerary, as soon as I finish I prepare my backpack and walk to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast, I stop to see the whole committee. Everyone is already dressed to train. I step into the kitchen.

"Morning!" everyone says in unison and my eyes wander to the unmistakable figure

"Nat! oh God... where you've been?" I rub my eyes to see if it isn't an illusion

"come here you" Nat hugs me as if there's no tomorrow, her red hair is damp and collides with my cheek, oh, I missed her, she's the best

"no breakfast?" Steve says behind me and I pull away to look at him

I open the fridge and grab my already prepared lunch "this is my breakfast" I point to my overnight oatmeal "I'll eat it on the way, bye everyone have a great day!"

They said bye, Clint and Sam with a drowsy voice, and I walk to the lift trying not to overthink my first day, I'm always overthinking and that's my problem and I always end up stressing about everything. I wait and the doors open revealing my dad and my mom, I stepped in with a quizzical look at them.

"Hey! Thought you were sleeping... and you not at your lab, not sleeping..." I push the button and spin to look at them

My mom is wearing a black pencil skirt with a white blouse, her blonde hair is perfectly brushed into a ponytail and my dad, well... he likes his sweatpants and his Black Sabbath shirt.

"There's always time to say goodbye and good luck to our daughter," my dad smirks at me and I snort

"I love you baby" my mom tightly hugs me "you'll do amazing this year"

"Thanks mom, I'm feeling it's my year" I excitedly smile

"well please be safe and I put something inside your backpack that'll help you," dad winks and I just smile

"love you dad" I walk closer to him and slightly hug him, he returns it and smacks a kiss on my cheek

"kick asses and then kick them again and then again, you know, just for fun" he casually says

"Tony!" my mom slaps his arm in disapproval but he grins at me

"c' mon dad, me kicking asses? That's definitely not me" I wink at him and when the doors open I walk away

That's definitely me

I search for Happy and get inside the car, we talk about the embarrassing moment my dad created yesterday for me and Happy was laughing so much about the fact that Steve Rogers was in a sex-ed video. He parks just one block before 36 Ave, only not to get attention from the others, I wave goodbye and take a deep long breath. Let's go Midtown, give me the best year, please.

I walk to the front and see everyone already in deep conversation with their friends, new kids who are totally lost and others totally shy and as I thought it will happen... All eyes are on me, I mean, I don't mind, I like attention, probably my Stark gene talking, but let me be clear on something... I'll never, ever be a pretentious snooty brat.

I walk to my locker, the sound of my steps rumbles through the hall. Let's see if I remember the code uh... 80-10-20... it opens and I start reaching to some books and post-it's I left during the summer. I put inside my new books and the girl next to me suddenly is hugged by one of her best friends, a nostalgic smile creeps on my face... it's been a while since I don't have a true best friend. I shake off those depressing thoughts and skim my schedule and notice that my first class is geometry which is my least favourite subject...

I take out my notebook and the advanced geometry book and strut to the assigned classroom that was already crowded. Exactly when I enter a little scream, that I thought it was girl, pops beside me.

"Oh yes! thank you, God! a familiar face in this sea of peasants!"

I throw my backpack and sit in front of him "Hi Flash, a new haircut or your head got bigger?" an external little laugh snaps behind me

He ignores my comment and an attempt of a smug smile forms in his face "oh Tannie you're always sooooo funny"

"wait... you're in advanced geometry?" I say in surprise "you shouldn't be at Woodwork?" the same laugh from earlier appears but with more strength

"I actually did my homework last year and paid attention so yes, I deserve to be in this class, I mean, it's not the best class... is full of nerds, Imma cool guy" he crosses his arms and cocks his head "and you too Tannie you're the best" he shoots me a flirtatious smile and I wince

"of course yes" I simply answer, I was about to turn to the teacher who walks in but his hand grabs my shoulder

"listen mmm Tannie, this Friday I'm doing a little party, ya know just to celebrate the beginning of a new year, you are in the VIP list with me of course" he whispers and I quickly nos just to get away from his awfully strong cologne

The class starts and I begin writing everything down when I hear a whisper saying "oh man, my notebook, I forgot it" I look up and see the one who said it, it was Ned Leeds who's in front of me, I poke his shoulder and he turns to me and opens his mouth agape in surprise.

"Ned, don't worry I'm writing everything here so when I finish you can take a picture if you want" I kindly smile at him

"Ummm thank you, Tannie!" he exclaims with a wide smile " you're so kind unlike others" referring to Flash

"it's nothing, by the way, Ned, for the final project and other Homeworks in this class... do you want to be my partner?"

"me? I mean, yes! trust me... I'm disciplined, I can get the radius of a circle so fast and the area of any kind of triangles you can imagine... at record time" he excitedly says and I snort

"haha yeah of course! we can be a great team"

He then spins around and the class goes by too slowly for me, in the end, Ned was waiting for me outside the classroom.

"here Ned" I place my notebook for him to take a picture, he pats his pockets and takes out his phone, he tries to center the camera but before he can take it someone crashes behind him.

"hey man! I was looking for you everywhere!" a bubbly voice says walking in front of us

Then I see Ned with a killing stare at his friend and I look at him as well, a young face, brown eyes, and hair and thin lips, tall but not too tall and skinny guy who instantly opens his eyes when he spots me.

"Dude, I'm trying to take a picture here, I love you but... please?"

I continue to grab the notebook while staring at... uh... I do know his name... I see that he's staring at me too.

"I'm... Peter hey!" he fakes a hoarse voice which makes me smile, I see his blue sweater and the neck of his plaid shirt, is it too early for some witty comments? yeah, probably...

I cock my head and smile at him "Yeah, I've seen you around... I'm-"

"Tannie Stark!!" he excitedly interrupts me "I mean... Tannie... Stark" he clears his throat and the tip of his ears turn red

"it's done Tannie, thank you," Ned tells me and pats my shoulder, Peter still looking at me

"sure! do we have other classes together? what type of timetable you have?" I ask him

"I have the S-30," he says "what about you?"

"I have the S-28" I shrug in disappointment knowing that we would only share three classes together

"I have the S-28!" Peter quickly raises his hand and I turn to him

"why you weren't at geometry then? I quirk a brow at him and he gulps

"I overslept in my comfy bed... yeah" he slowly admits

"great then, I'll see you at...? let me see..." Ned starts checking both timetables

"P.E, Geometry, and chemistry" Peter rapidly says

"that's good man!" Ned palms Peter in the back "see you, bro! Art is waiting for me!"

I stand there without saying anything and Peter as well.

"well, shall we go to the next class?" I break the silence with the offer and his eyes go-round for a moment

"yeah sure!" he awkwardly says

We start walking through the hallway... silently. Sideways I spot him stealing subtle glances at me.

"so ummm, new year huh?" I finally say

"yeah! Sophomore year is a big deal" he says scratching his right shoulder and when he touches it he makes a painful expression

"are you okay?"

"yeah! it's a bruise, I fall from my bed" he quickly says but he seemed to regret saying it

"oh okay..." we almost arrive to the classroom

"so... what did you do this summer break?" he questions me and I open and close my mouth

"not much, I tried to finish a robotics book and then I reread the first three books of Harry Potter!" my voice betrays my excitement, no one actually cares for what I do except my family (including Happy) "oh! and also hear this... I actually tried to replicate my dad's A.I. but failed, he used this kind of weird algorithm..." I stop when I notice Peter smiling at me

"Sorry..." I shrug "hey we're here!" I change the topic and stride inside the room

The benches are in a circle instead of the traditional way, I quickly sit down away from the door and Peter grabs the seat next to me. I take out my notebook and he opens his laptop. The class starts and I almost fall asleep, Ethics is not my strength, I peek at Peter's laptop just to distract myself and see he's watching some YouTube videos of Spider-Man.

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"I'm so tired and it's only third period," I dramatically groan and he laughs, we're walking together to Physics

"not only is the third period... the first day of school" he looks at me smiling

"thanks for the reminder"we keep laughing until someone shouts my name

"TANNIE!! Wait!" I turn around and see the Liz Toomes rushing to get to me "hello girl, so... just wondering if you're going to Flash's party?" she cheerfully jumps showing a slight smile

"mmmm I don't really know but maybe?"

"Great! think about it, some friends want to meet you, bye!" she sways away and I turn to Peter who can harvest a nest in his open mouth

"You're drooling Parker," I chuckle and step inside the classroom

At Physics, Warren assigned us to our partners and I got Flash, we were seated in front of Peter and other guy and Flash kept annoyingly insisting in flirting with me saying things like "What's your resonance frequency gurl?" I ignored him and remember that my dad put something in my bag, I open it finding the circuit board I began building this summer, the replica of Jarvis and Friday, I smile knowing my dad believes in me, then I spin it and spot a post-it and read it:

"You are simply amazing T"

-Love you, the other T in this family-

I did my best in Physics and Warren noticed, in the end, she told me she's expecting good things from me. I like it when others actually notice my effort. I got out and it was recess, quickly I tried to walk through the crowd to go to the Auditorium. When I got there, at least 8 tables were decorated with logos from their respective clubs, I skimmed them and found the Robotic's Labs table.

"hi!" I stop in front Tanner Chung who was reading a book

"hi, welcome to the Robotic's Lab's Club where we build the future and it's not like Terminator" he says with a tedious voice probably because he was sat there since morning

"thanks!" I tried to hide my excitement "where can I sign up?"

"Obviously, at that paper" he points his finger and then looks up to see me and he almost falls from his chair "I mean... please at this paper" hi smiles to creepily

"sure... so I know I have to submit a previous work, when can I present it?"

"umm... yes... It's the number one rule of the club but you know... it's not necessary Tannie"

"I think it is, I have many projects and I'm sure you'll like one of them" I kindly smile and he nods

"well, what about if you bring it tomorrow? today is just the introduction day" he again smiles "oh... hey Parker" he immediately stops smiling

"oh hey Peter!"

"hi... hi... I was about to sign up for the club" he shyly adds

"really? great I just sign up too, I'll see you there then" I spin to walk out of the auditorium

"it's in the classroom next to biology!" I hear Chung shouting at me

I then stroll to the cafeteria, avoiding not that discreet glances at me. But then stop in my track. Oh God, it's so crowded. Nope. Nope. I walk outside and reach to the football field and sit in one of the benches, I open my lunch and began eating while scrolling through the news. The New York Times has a section called 'A', all about the Avengers, including some news about Stark Industries. where they go, new threats, What they eat and how they work out, New witty comments from my dad, etc. In the end, I went to Music, played the piano and did my best suppressing too many laughs at Peter who was holding a flute but failing amazingly at that. Then Art class came and I nap behind the canvas. Last period is designed for our selected club so I search for the classroom and realize that every member happens to be all boys, great.

"Welcome! I'm Tanner Chung president of this Club!... I don't have any words to describe how happy I am to see that we have our first girl!!" he starts clapping and everyone else too

I wave at the boys, enjoying the little spotlight they were giving me. My eyes search for the shy boy I talked with today... Peter is not here. Chung was right when he said it was only an introduction, we read the syllabus for the class and the projects we were aiming to achieve, in the end, I quickly exited the room and went to look for Happy, then my phone vibrates, breaking news, the trending video shows this happened just blocks from Midtown showing a man running with a purse and then the Spider-Man webbed and punch the guy and he gave the purse to the woman, the title was "The Masked Hero: Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man" I hear a horn and spot the shiny black car.

"Hello again!" I wave at him and he smiles

"Hello again Tannie, how was the first day?"

"not bad actually, new core subjects that are amazing!"

"I'm glad yeah, keep studying kid, keep studying"

"hey did you saw the new "Masked hero of New York"?" I say creating quotation marks in the air

"what are you talking about?"

"well, it's a new guy who is trying to help people and it seems like an amateur because he is not so good at martial arts, to be honest, you should create a Twitter account to see what's happening in the world" I point out

"why? I have you"

Minutes later, Happy drops me at the tower and with a quick pace I reach to the kitchen seeing my mom cooking? Oh, that's a first... no one else at the complex again.

"hi mom" I greet her and hug her

"oh god you look bigger today," she says being nostalgic "how was your first day, tell me everything please"

I grab some grapes and spin to her "well... I liked it, my classes are better than I expected, I already have homework and tomorrow I need to bring a robotic project I previously worked on"

"mmmhm" she hums "I'm glad baby... any prospects?" she asks making a weird face

"what?" I was confused "prospects?"

"yeah! for being my son-in-law?"

"you have a boyfriend now T?" Thor enters the kitchen and grins at me

"no!" cringe at the comment

"really? that's fast, niceeee" Sam then enters munching a protein bar

"what did I miss?" Steve comes... oh no...

"T has a boyfriend," Thor says casually and Steve winces wrinkling his nose

"wow" he looks at me with a surprised expression "what happened with 'I don't have time for one?'"

"Mom!" I rapidly spin to her "can you please explain to them that you were... and I was ... oh, forget it" I quit this fight and I stride to my room

Seriously all this testosterone is bad for my health

I do most of the homework, then I tiptoe to the kitchen finding it empty, I grab some food and heated it in the microwave and slowly retreated to my room. I take one of my many robots and lined them in front of me, I need to choose the best for tomorrow. I finally made up my mind and chose the one that I know will make them open their mouths agape. I lazily finish my homework, I'm still getting the hang of it because when I was homeschooled homework was not in the picture... Then I slump in the chair and unlock my phone looking the video of Spider-Man I left open. I remember when I was meters away from him, his suit definitely was something he needed to improve as well as his martial arts... and the webbing thing is weird, it's a natural power? if yes, then how he got it? before I could continue in my deep thinking I hear a knocking in my opened door.

"Hey Peanut," my dad says entering my room

"peanut?" I quirk a brow at him, he snorts while sitting at the edge of my bed

"yeah never mind, trying to be a normal parent" he says scratching his beard

"Nah dad, is not happening" I laugh at him

"so... I wanted to know how was your day" he lays his back in my bed

"I like it, until now Physics is my favorite subject and I'm bringing that robot for tomorrow"

He quickly lifts his head "which one?"

"that one" I point at it

"ohhh yes, they'll love it T!"

"what about your day?" I ask

"not much... I talked with the Secretary of State of the United States of America" he dramatically emphasizes the title

"and that's not much?"

"He wants to talk with other nations about the Avengers..." I rapidly spot the change of his feature "but nothing to worry about!" he stands up and kisses me on top of my head "Love you kid, have a good night" he exits my room

I then unwillingly went to wash my plate and none of the Avengers were there, I then played a little with Friday and decided not to eat dinner. My heavy eyelids making me fall asleep thinking about the party Flash is hosting... maybe it's good to be social sometimes? what could go wrong?

A/N: hope you liked it! Also available in Wattpad! https://my.w.tt/sw2CZNdCv1

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wonwoosthetic · 6 years

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Swedish Meatballs After A Long Day || Jake Gyllenhaal

MASTERLIST WHO I WRITE FOR

Heellooo, it’s me again :) This time with a celebrity imagine of Jake Gyllenhaal and omg I LOVE this request and Jake of course.

Btw, I have a French exam tomorrow and I’m not the best in French, any tips? Massive thanks in advance!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and thank you sooooo much @sweeet-temptationn for this request, I really hope you like it, I definitely enjoyed writing it :)

I hope it doesn’t seem rushed while you read it :(

Request: Hi i was wondering if you can do a Jake gyllenhaal one where he cooks for reader instead of going out and its just really cute and fluffy

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x reader

Warnings: none

Enjoy!

Swedish Meatballs After A Long Day

It was literally raining cats and dogs outside as you were driving home from work late in the evening. You had an important meeting with one of your clients, who wanted some advice from an experienced interior designer, which you have been for a good amount of years.

Your office wasn’t too far away from the house you have been sharing with your loving husband Jake for almost two years, but because of the horrible weather, you didn’t want to rush, but drive safe, even if it meant coming home later then Jake was expecting. The entire drive home, you had a bit of a guilty feeling in your stomach because your husband and you were actually supposed to go out on a date tonight, with him filming and you becoming more successful as an interior designer, you haven't spent a lot of time together lately and he wanted to be more in your presence. That plan was probably gonna fail.

As you were turning into the driveway, your phone started ringing and you could already guess, that it was your significant other with a worried voice, wondering where on earth you had been, but you didn’t want to answer since you were unable to see the road ahead of you clearly due to the rain pouring down.

After successfully parking the car, you took the keys out, placed them in your bag, which you had put on the passenger seat, and opened the driver's door. Immediately you placed the hood of your coat over your head and paced to the front door just to start pounding your fist against the front door because you were simply too lazy to look for the house keys in your bag and your hands were hurting so much from the cold weather. But not even five seconds later the door opened to reveal your husband of two and a half years with a relieved but also worried look on his face

“Oh my gosh (Y/N) where were you?”, while he asked, you entered the house by passing him through the front door. He closed the door and you could smell something very delicious, but decided to answer his question first

“I’m really sorry, babe, but there was this woman, that wanted to talk to me about her new living room and she just really didn’t shut up and I didn’t want to tell her to”, you explained while taking your shoes off “And then she wanted some more advice on what colour her new bedroom should have, that it would match the living room, which is quite odd and I tried explaining that to her -” you got cut off rambling after turning around to look at Jake, only to have him grab you by your coat and kiss you immediately.

At first, you were a bit shocked by the sudden action of him, but you melted into the kiss very quickly and enjoyed the sadly short time of intimacy. He slowly pulled away with a little smirk forming on his face as he looked deeply into your eyes with his steel blue ones

“You’re not allowed to ramble about work anymore OK? I want to have a chilled evening with the most gorgeous woman on this planet and just enjoy her company. Deal?” AH, gosh dang it, you couldn’t say no to this man, no matter what, so you just nodded your head and gave him peck on his lips

“I’m sorry by the way for being late. Are we still going to (Your fave restaurant)?”, you wanted to know

He answered while turning you around so he could take your soaking coat off “Well... I know, that that was the plan for tonight, but I thought because of the weather circumstances, I would rather cook and we could make ourselves an even better evening at home. What do you think?”

You looked at him and agreed “Of course, but may I just ask what you one thing?” , “Sure, sweetheart”, he responded while hanging your coat up. You smirked at him “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

He let his head fall down and started laughing while walking towards the kitchen “Oh no, please, you did not just say that”, “Oh, you better bet I did”, you were now laughing too, as you were following him “But seriously, what are you cooking?”

“I decided to make something I have never made before. Neither for you nor for anyone else, including me. Drumroll please.” He asked you to drumroll. Wow, he really is still a kid. You jokingly rolled your eyes and did a little drum sound on the counter as he shouted “SWEDISH MEATBALLS”

“Yeyy”, you were genuinely excited, but you weren’t too sure about your husband actually being able to cook them “And you know how to make them?”

He went over to the stove, where noodles were already cooking, for the finished meal “Yeah, I found this recipe online”, your husband showed you a website on his phone, which was right next to the stove

“Alright, but maybe you should put your phone somewhere else, in case anything happens”. He nodded and you took his phone to place in on a different countertop.

Next to the noodles were the almost done meatballs in a pan. You decided to stand next to him “Can I help you with anything?”, he turned his head to the left to look at you “Nope, you just go, sit down and wait” and smiled

He said this on purpose because he knew, how impatient you were “No, come on, I want to help” you begged him.

“Alright, alright. You can set the table, the noodles are gonna be done any minute.”, “Thank you”, you kissed his cheek before taking out two plates and cutlery for each of you. You started setting the table when you noticed something was missing. Drinks, right. What shall you guys drink?

Water? No, too boring.

Soda? You didn’t think you had any because neither of you drank those kinds of stuff.

And then it popped into your mind. Whine! Of course, oh my gosh, how could you forget?!

You strolled back into the kitchen to get two wine glasses and the bottle of red wine from your fridge. Jake was already putting the noodles into a bowl and the meatballs onto a big plate, ready to be served, while you were struggling with the wine bottle opener and the bottle.

“Here babe, let me help you”, Jake offered. You stepped aside and watched him open the bottle with ease, so you decided to defend your weakness “I loosened it up”. He turned his head and smiled again, with his beautiful teeth showing

“Of course you did”, he grabbed you by your waist and kissed you.

That feeling you get every time he does that is indescribable and you were sure, that you would never get used to it. After you parted Jake took the plate and the bowl, while you took the two glasses and the now open bottle of red wine.

After sitting down and eating for a while, while talking about pretty much everything but work, you decided to finally pour the wine into the glasses. After doing that both of you took your glasses of wine in your hands and your husband decided to make a toast “I want to make a toast. To the best wife, anyone could ever ask for. I’m very happy to be able to sit down right here with you and eat this delicious meal, that your incredibly amazing husband cooked for you.” he almost cracked, but continued “To you (Y/N). I love you”.

This was so cute. You couldn’t believe your luck, and still can’t “Thank you. Also to this meal, which my incredibly amazing husband cooked for me”, you winked at him “I love you too”.

You both leaned kinda awkwardly, not gonna lie, over the table to kiss and sat back down to sip at the delicious wine. The meatballs were really good, which shocked you a bit, to be honest, but the best part about that evening was still laying in bed with Jake after a long long day.

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Good Luck Kiss (submission)

HOly shit okay so I intended to write a little blurb about some *thoughts* I’ve been having all day today… and then this happened instead. This is my 2nd writing and my first smut ever so I’m sooooo sorry in advance if it is cringey or bad or if there are grammar problems i did my best okay?!?! kjlkajsgkjsal okay here it is.

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You couldn’t be more excited about your show tonight. Los Angeles is always an amazing crowd, but you know it’s going to be an extra special performance because Harry is in the audience. You always get butterflies before any performance, and tonight is no different. Usually to calm your nerves you blast loud music in your dressing room, drink your hot tea, and have some laughs with your crew as a distraction. But tonight your usually remedies just won’t do the trick. And it’s all because you know he’s in the audience. He’s out there, waiting to watch you on stage and it has you restless; that it’s now your turn to perform for him instead of the other way around.

All of this anticipation has got you in a naughty mood.

You were excited that he and some friends had come to see your concert so you were already buzzing about that, but part of you was so ready to show off for Harry a bit. You’ve seen him in concert countless times and watching him on stage was one of your favorite things. The way he gets the crowd screaming, how he moves so effortlessly on stage, how he comes off as a literal God among men, how he owns the crowd and has everyone (especially you) ready to drop to their knees for him. You wonder (well, hope) if you have the same effects on him.

So as you’re getting ready to go on, he’s out in the crowd with Jeff, Glenne, Mitch and a few others watching the opening act and you’ve been texting him; begging him to come back stage for one last good luck kiss, but he’s ignoring your texts. He knows what it is you really want; you were in a mood all afternoon, and he gently denying your advances a few times, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was trying to have some self-control in front of his friends. But you’re making it awfully hard for him when you keep texting flirty things, about how one kiss from him would insure a perfect show, how you promise all you want it just one little baby kiss to the lips. You even send a pouty selfie with your hair and make up done but still in your robe, not yet dressed yet. (Of course it’s pulled down a bit to show off your shoulder and a little cleavage.)

Y/N: Wanna do good for you tonight and can’t if I don’t have a good luck kiss.

But he’s being firm with you.

H: I know what you’re trying to do love, s'not happening. Keep getting ready, your opener’s almost done.

You’re pissed. Livid that he’s denying you of what you want when this is your day. Your concert. How many times have you come back to his dressing room for him when he’s asked? Now the roles are reversed and it’s his turn to give you what you want. Right?

You sit in your chair sulking, and then an idea pops in your head. You’ll have one of your security guards go get him. A big, burly man finds him in the friends and family section and asks, no tells, him to come with him. His friends don’t think much of it, other than Jeff, who has done this very same thing before, going and grabbing you at last minute, and he knows exactly what is going on, giving Harry a knowing smirk. Harry’s cheek flush to a soft shade of pink, not because he’s embarrassing of Jeff knowing his business, but because he knows he’ll lose all self control if he goes back there. Because the second he sees you, he’ll give into you.

The big man in front of him isn’t giving him any other choice but to follow him backstage. Your security guard leads him to your dressing room where you are still in your robe, sitting in your make up chair, fussing with your hair in your mirror. The man shuts the door once Harry is inside, and you look up very innocently, immediately smiling when you see your beautiful boyfriend in his signature black ripped skinny jeans and perfectly tousled hair. He opted for a softer patterned shirt tonight in a lame attempt to stay somewhat discreet, but let’s face it, it’s still Harry; it’s still a loud, expensive, Gucci print that screams rock star, and dare you think it, daddy.

His expression is hard to read though, when you get up and move towards him.

“Hi baby,” you say softly, your eyes and smile showing you are so happy to see him again.

He clears his throat, rubbing at his nose, a telltale sign he is frustrated. “C’mon pet, why aren’t you dressed yet? You go on soon.”

You just giggle, immediately grabbing his big, ringed hands.

“I just wanted a little kiss, why’d you have to go and make everything so difficult?” You roll your eyes playfully, giving off a dramatic breath and batting your eyelashes at him. You place his hands on your hips, and you push yourself closer to him.

“Cause I know you want a lot more than a kiss and I can’t give that to you right now.”

“And why not?” You give him puppy eyes as you stroke his cheek.

You’re breaking him down slowly; you can feel him relaxing at your touch. Usually he’s in charge, you rarely get to call the shots and you’re hoping that just maybe he’s finally going to give into you. You have to step up on your tip toes to reach, but you start to press lingering kisses to his jaw line, slowly moving down to his neck, up to the other side of his jaw, his cheek, and then right before you come to his lips you pause, wanting him to be the one to lean in first, to break. You’re testing him, he knows this, and as much as he’s tried to remain unaffected, he’s struggling to stay composed. If his staggered breath doesn’t shine light on his internal struggle, the growing tent in his pants gives him away. You’re everywhere; your hands in his hair at the nape of his neck, your perfume invading his nostrils, and the feeling of your faint soft lips remain on his skin.

“C’mon pet, be good for me.” He closes his eyes, thinking if he can’t see you maybe he’ll be able to maintain control.

“’M always good for you, Harry” you murmur against his cheek, pressing your lips softly to it.

“Ha, no you’re not. A menace you are,” he all but barks, his voice thick.

“Only when you don’t give me what I want…” you pout, your voice trailing off as you try to decide your next move. He’s holding strong, stronger than you though he could, and although you’re impressed, you are running out of patience and time. You need him, and the tingling in your core is screaming at you, but you need him to be the one to break first. Your fingers are still in his hair, and you stroke the curly strands gently.

“How about this, hmm? You give me what I want nowwww, and I’ll promise to be an extra good girl for you later.” Your voice is at a soft whisper now, your lips grazing right to his ear. You think you have him right where you want him. His body’s gone frigid at your proposition, and he’s continuing to breath through his nose with his eyes closed. You assume this means he needs a little more convincing, so you gently take your tongue across his earlobe, and then give it an even so slight bite, letting his lobe slowly move through your teeth.

And then he’s alive.

The groan that leaves his throat is sound you will never forget, and is a noise that you will forever try to make his repeat. His hands move from your hips where you early placed them, to your wrists. In one swift movement he has your back to the dress room door with your arms above your head. He’s got a firm hold on your wrists, so firm it almost hurts a bit, but you don’t mind. This is exactly what you wanted (and you’re secretly hoping it’ll leave a mark).

“Think you’re funny pet? Havin’ your security pluck me from the crowd like I’m some fuckin’ groupie?” His accent is coming through thick, his words dripping with authority and need. His hot breath is hitting your face, he’s so close if you moved slightly forward your lips would touch. But you don’t make a move. You wait. He needs to break. He needs to crumple just like you’ve crumpled for him time and time again.

You smirk at his comment, looking at him challengingly.

“Didn’t expect it to come to that. Thought you’d wanna give your only angel a kiss before her big performance.” Your baiting him, you know. And you’re enjoying this now but you know that when you go back to the hotel tonight, there will be hell to pay. But maybe that’s why you keep pushing him. Maybe that’s why you press your core to his, hoping to find that he’s in need just as much as you are.

He’s hard against your stomach, and you moan, needing him inside you. Your noses are touching and he’s so close to you, you’re breathing in his cologne, your favorite scent, the one that makes you feel at home. Your mind is fuzzy with him, of what you want and need from him, and the teasing act that you have put up is starting to falter as you realize just how needy you are for him. Your core is tight, you can feel yourself dripping for him, and although you’ve been teasing him, it’s been agonizing for you too.

“Please baby,” you whisper, rubbing your nose to his, “I need it.” Your voice cracks at the end, it’s so quiet you wonder if he even heard you.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he growls, and with that his lips hit yours, hard. You want to celebrate your victory, but there’s no time. He’s everywhere; his lips kissing you so passionately and roughly it almost hurts. He drops your wrists in order to grab your face, cupping it gruffly and his continues his attack down your neck. In the back of your mind you are worried about your make up being messed up, but how can you care for too long when he’s kissing, sucking, biting his way down your exposed throat.

“N-no marks!” You choke out, trying to catch your breath.

“I know, I know,” and he’s fumbling with the tie on your robe, pulling it down to reveal your naked body.

“Christ, pet! Really had this planned out, didn’t yeh?” He instinctually grabs your braless boobs, looking up at you in wonder, but you’re breathless.

“N-no, no time to underdress, ahhh,” and you hiss as he attached his lips to one of your nipples, his tongue lapping at the now hardened bud.

“Harry, have to be quick, ahh, ahhh!” You yelp as he bites down gently. “Harry, c’mon please.” You whine.

You reach between the two of you to undo his zipper and you yank down his pants, only to reveal that he too didn’t have any underwear on. He’s already hard in your hands and he’s practically leaking even though you’ve barely touched him, hissing as you gently pump him.

He reaches down to your core to find his fingers glide through your folds, and you yelp when he grazes over your very sensitive bud.

“Jump,” he demands, and you oblige as he forcefully picks you up, his large hands grabbing your ass and lifting you up so you are able to wrap your legs around his waist. His strong hands remained firmly gripped one your ass, and it’s then that he finally enters you, your head falling back against the wall as he does so. You both moan in unison, both swimming in the relief you both feel of finally being joined at last. His lips are on your neck, his breath heavy as he tries to keep you both up right. You struggle to keep your noises quiet, knowing that your entire crew is on the other side of this door.

“Harry,” you whimper in his ear, one hand pulling at his thick curls, the other clawing at his back through is shirt.

“I’ve got yeh, angel. ‘ve got yeh.,” he breathes. “Feels so-fuck- feels so good.”

You moan, agreeing with him. “Gotta, ahhh, gotta be quick baby,” you remind him as he grazes that spot inside you.

“Mmhmm,” he grunts, continuing to thrust up into you, fucking you into the door. “Hey- be- uhh, be nice pet,” he chokes out as you squeeze around him.

“”m’sorry,” you gasp, “Feels so good. Needed this. Needed you. Can you please- Harry, need you to-” and of course he knows exactly what you need, as his hand travels between you two, his thumb rubbing circles at your slick bud.

“C’mon angel. Give me a good one. Know you can. Be a good girl. My good girl, hmmm? My only angel.”

He’s watching you now, watching as you come undone on top of him. He watches as your head throws back, and he doesn’t mind the stinging on his scalp when you grip his hair even tighter. You are trying so hard to keep your cries to yourself, not wanting to completely give yourselves away, but it’s so hard when he’s fucking you so good and everything feels just right.

If you pulsating around him isn’t what does him in, then it must be the fucked out look you give him when you’ve finally come down from your high. Your eyes are glossy, your lips a berry red, and a hint of red to your cheeks that your make up artist didn’t put there. He’s overwhelmed by you; he’s heaving on top of you, choking in his curses as he shoots his hot load into you. It takes a minute for him to come back to you, you gently rub his back as you both try to regulate your breathing. You press soft kisses to his cheek, his forehead, his eyes and nose, and lastly his lips, lingering there for a few seconds.

“Yeh okay?” he grasps, kissing you back.

“Mmmhmm,” you hum, a smile radiating from you that only he could inspire.

“Gonna pull out now,” he speaks to you softly, slowly unwrapping your legs from his waist. You hiss for a few reasons; your legs feeling stiff from being wrapped around his waist so tightly, your back feeling as though there might be a bruise from being pounded into the door, and lastly your cunt, now feeling empty, both of him and his seed, that is now making its way down your leg. He grabs a towel to clean you up, rubbing his hands down your legs. You are stood almost frozen, but only for a second longer, only until you remember where you are.

“Holy shit,” you laugh. “We just fucked in my dressing room.” You wrap your robe around yourself as he tosses the towel to the trash, pulling up his pants in one motion. Tucking himself in, you can’t help but stare at him, at this beautiful man in front of you, this man that you love very much.

He laughs as he looks up at you, adjusting himself as he moves towards you. His hand comes up to tuck strands of hair behind your ear, his infamous smirk spreading across his face.

“Your makeup artist is gonna have my head,” he laughs, running his thumb over your now plump lips.

“Maybe so,” you giggle, kissing his thumb. “But it was worth it.”

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OH MY GOODNESSSSSSSSSSSS IM OBSESSED WITH YHIS

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