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gnar-slabdash · 3 years

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Leverage 01:03 The Two Horse Job

ok so this has been sitting in my drafts bc right after i watched it i found out about the Correct Order of season one. And a lot of my notes here are just yelling about how wild it is that this stuff happened in EPISODE THREE but it turns out this was not SUPPOSED to be episode three, it was supposed to be later in the season and that makes wayyyyyy more sense. but tbh i don’t have the motivation to redo my notes so here they are in all their unedited and incorrect glory.

YEAH STERLING!

omg I very much understand why even this early on nate is like “so we get you the money, right?” this is actually the first time it hasn’t BEEN about money, he’s starting to think he’s got this DOWN already and then he gets hit with “NOPE this is emotional” and he’s like “What I am too hungover to figure out how to give you catharsis right now.” OMG look how wide his eyes get when he then gets hit with the Eliot’s Past bomb one sentence later. lmao at least then nate gets to hit eliot back with that biblical “you meant you knew the family.”

lollll alan foss is that guy from suits i love him in a weird way.

parker’s stripy outfit w leg garter card swipey thing is so cute!

“Well why doesn’t he work for me?” “Cause I work for him” when nate comes in -- weirdly similar energy to sophie’s “well i’m with HIM” gesture in the toy job

nate’s character` is cracking me up lmao a good example of jusst being enough of an asshole to egg the guy on even when the mark is a huge ass too

also heckin cute how they hand nate cards so he can win.

ohhhh we’re shaking it up TWICE -- first it’s not abt the money, then enter sterling. so we really only get one “formula” episode before we add some plot -- just to mess with nate and to make sure the audience doesn’t get too comfortable in assumign they know what’s gonna happen either

you know why nate’s the main character besides parker? because he’s the US. te honest man is the audience so every time nate goes “wait that’s not how this was supposed to work” the audience is right there with him. he’s the point of view character, our way in. oh THREE -- one ,it’s personal for eliot, two, it’s about the horses not the money, three, STERLING.

so what sterling actually THINKS at first is: Nate is there trying to prove Foss did it so that HE can prove himself to IYS and get the job back. So even here Sterling doesn’t necessarily think they’re enemies, just RIVALS When Sophie shows he just thinks shes’s another wrench in the works, he doesn’t necessarily connect her w nate yet?

I like that sterling points out nate plays “complicated little games” whereas nate was like “i just conned ppl it’s part of being an insurance investigator” like that was normal but it’s NOT normal nate’s just Like That.

My wife: There is only one man I might accept in that hat and his name is james buffett.

Hey they’re split up Parker-Hardison and Eliot-Nate again. It’s a thing! To build the relationships.

lol i forgot abt the part where it’s like WHOOPS Eliot’s a bottom. (she won’t let him kiss her but she’ll push him up against the stable and kiss him)

wait the faberge egg line is she implying she’s pretended to be a ROMANOV heir

clarify yeah nate for sure got fired.

it’s not till thirty minutes in he figures out nate’s a criminal and THEN he thinks nate’s after money.

so when eliot and nate and sophie are talking about it theyre talking like all their personal connections are a liability but then eliot goes to parker and says “I” need you to do this and that’s important and good and helps get stuff done.

Parker: “Horses are a lot less murderous than I originally thought” My wife: ” “It’s me!”

OOH eliot is PISSED cause foss didn’t even look at the horse which is of course why the whole scam works cause foss doesn’t LOOK at the horse doesn’t CARE abt the horse they all knwo that

“Glad u found a family” EPISODE FUCKING THREE

it’s not till the END of the episode that sterling is starting to get really pissy and bitter about it bc he’s figured out more or less what nate’s game is.

#leverage #leverage liveblog #the two horse job

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paddingtonfan69 · 3 years

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so now I’m very curious about other Wesley twins watching glee headcanons. like how did Sterl react to Santana’s coming out arc? fave songs? Ships/anti ships? how much does Blair hate Finn? (don’t feel like you have to answer all/any of this of course, just curious what other headcanons you might have!) love your writing!!!

I can’t believe I pulled of the con of the century, which is getting people to ask me questions about GLEE on TUMBLR like I am still a TEEN, so thank you so much. The answers under a cut because like... it’s Glee and I apparently have a lot to say!

Okay, so first we gotta get into the mindset of being 12 in 2016 (wild) and then making the choice (?) to binge Glee (?). A different world. I like the idea of Blair being more into it as a twist, because she would love a hate watch, but also love the season one sense of humor when it was still good (even though Sterling thinks the jokes are a bit too mean). They both LOVE the songs though, like imagine being 12 when you were exposed to all that music, truly the target demo.

Anyway, to answer your questions, I think Sterling was just heavily invested in Santana’s poorly handled gay storyline like “wow good for her I’m so proud, she did it. I am invested in this story just because Santana is my favorite and there are good songs.” Which I feel is an experience a lot of us had when we were younger, like when I was 13 watching Buffy, and Willow came out I was like, “I care so so much but it’s only because Willow is my favorite character and I want her to be happy and it’s just so cool it’s with a girl” and then years later, you have that ohhhh moment.

(ALSO, not everything comes back to Glee, BUT perhaps Sterling has such a fixation on coming out because the media she consumed as a youth had such a fixation on coming out, makes ya think!)

The best two songs of Glee, in my opinion, are “It’s My Life/Confessions” and “Rumour Has It/Someone Like You.” This may be a hot take, but those mash-ups are god tier. So, with my own bias there, I would say the former is Blair’s favorite (the vibe of that number is the epitome of what a 12 year old would think is cool), and Sterl’s favorite is the latter because she’s a sucker for a number with ~emotion~ and also the Santana of it all. Also she has a soft spot for the orginal Don’t Stop Believing.

As for shipping, like I feel like they aren’t at the level of us on this website in 2012 so they would mostly react to what happens to be canon. They both hate Finn/Rachel and Blair once made and offhand comment about how Finn had a little bit of Luke energy and Sterling was like “does that make me RACHEL?” and they had a big fight. Sterling strikes me as the type who would be really into Kurt and Blaine like back in season two when they were cute, where Blair hates like every single romantic pairing.

Which brings me to your next point, that I think Blair casually hates 90% of the characters on the show except like Sue and Brittany, because they have the best lines, but she reserves most of that hatred for Mr. Schue. She was at the frontline of all those teens making Tik Toks about how much they hate Matthew Morrison and we love her for it.

If anyone read to the end of this, thank you for your service!! Enjoy this timeless classic as a reward! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3BjcKq5w2A&ab_channel=GleeForever%21

#glee #teenage bounty hunters #i really went off here huh

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haveanaffairwithme · 6 years

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Patience is a Virtue, So I’m Told

“Sher--”

“Shh.”

Lips crashing together, a mess of teeth and jaws and tongues and days old stubble. Hands grasping, pulling, sliding, yanking everywhere, everywhere, everywhere. Chest to chest, hearts thumping against each other in a furious rhythm (mine 120 beats per minute, his 135 beats per minute). Right knee roughly shoved between his legs, thigh pressed up high and grinding slowly, back and forth. Moaning, gasping, growling fills the air around us. The universe shrinks to this moment, this space, this heat between us.

Fingertips (precise, perfect) in my hair, nails (clipped four days ago) scraping at my scalp, palms (calloused yet soft, firm, strong) molding against my skull and pulling me impossibly closer, closer. My mouth, possessed, sucks on his pulse point (throbbing erotically against my bottom lip), then moves down his throat. I pause to kiss his clavicle, eliciting a rumbling groan from deep within his core, guttural and involuntary. My hands yank at his jumper before sliding underneath to trace his abdominals, memorizing the lines of his external obliques and rectus abdominis, feeling the natural separations of his tendons. His breath, hot in my ear at 37.22 degrees Celsius, catches in his throat before shuddering out.

“Fuck, Sh...ohhh, what...what about--”

Thumbs swirling around his nipples now, erect and hard. “Texted her, told her we were returning home. She chose to go to her sister’s for a brief holiday,” I purr, nipping at his earlobe before drawing it in and sucking on it harshly. (Can earlobes get hematomas? Curious. Worth testing.)

I keep him trapped between my body and the wall, pressing every part of me against him, around him, over him. Need need need need need!

Not close enough.

Not.

Close.

Enough.

“Stairs,” I command, withdrawing my hands from inside his shirt and gripping his hips hard enough to leave slight bruises, guiding him towards the staircase. His hands settle on my biceps, squeezing, thumbs massaging along the insides of my arms.

“Giving me orders now, are we?” John asks as he shuffles backwards, trusting me to keep him from falling.

Orders? Pause. Blink at him. Blink again.

He tugs me closer, rocking up onto the balls of his feet and kissing the corner of my mouth sweetly, smiling at me. “I like it,” he adds, eyes soft for exactly 3.25 seconds before darkening again in arousal. He continues moving towards the stairs until his heels hit the bottom step with two dull thumps. Fists in my shirt as he sinks down, pulling me with him, onto him. I press my hands flat on the step behind him on both sides of his ribcage, hovering above him. The expression on his face is wild, nearly feral with adrenaline fueled need.

Suddenly his hands are flying down my shirt, ripping open the buttons and sending them pinging across the hallway. Fingers tucking into the top of my...my...oh, breathe, oh… His tongue in my ear, flicking in and out while he unbuttons my trousers…

Wait--no, wait! “John!” I nearly shout.

“Mmm, Sherlock,” he murmurs, placing sucking kisses along my jawline, hands still busily working at ridding me of my clothing as quickly as possible.

I--ah--wait! No, wait!!

“Wait, John, I--”

He stills. “Problem?”

I pull away, straightening my spine and squaring my shoulders, my shirt falling open and nearly sliding down my back. I adjust it and clear my throat, which feels too tight, too dry. “John, I--let me--just--” I sound like an idiot! Why can’t I just--ugh, mouth! Just-- “I want to…”

Briefly, confusion across his face, then his eyes widen in understanding. A lovely, genuine smile envelopes his face, the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkling in adoration. His hands are still paused, fingertips resting gently on either side of my navel. He nods slowly, gaze locked with mine, and then leans back on his elbows, spreading his knees in invitation. His lips, still grinning like a Cheshire cat, are swollen and kiss bruised. Cheeks are flushed beneath his stubble, vasodilation continuing down his neck and tinting his skin a warm shade of rosy pink. His golden brown hair is disheveled, too long after our time spent on the case and sticking up at various angles.

Delicious.

John Watson looks delicious.

My thoughts--jumbled, racing, pinging as I stare, devouring him alive in my mind. I want all of him. Every single part. Everything that he has ever been, everything that he is, everything that he will be. I want him want him John oh John want want want--

“Sherlock?” His eyebrows are raised slightly, his face curious and open.

Snap back to reality. Focus. He knows I was lost. He always shows me the way back. This is about John. Can’t--want to get lost again, want to consume, to own---need to stay focused, present, now. I can--I will--

For John.

John, my John.

“Mine,” I breathe out, voice husky. At the sound of it, his breath catches and pupils dilate until his eyes appear black and hazy with arousal. I can nearly see the flood of neurotransmitters emitted in his brain (dopamine, norepinephrine, oxytocin) encompassing his entire being in a simplistic and primal urgency. His breath speeds, pulse point throbs, mouth opens to allow his tongue a quick sweep along his too dry lips. His hips buck off the step he’s sitting on, seeking my attention.

Dip my chin, raise my eyebrows, and smirk in response. Love seeing him so eager for me. Can’t help but stare at his groin, erection straining in his usually loose yet currently much tighter jeans, begging for freedom. Feel my salivary glands kick into overdrive at the thought of him, dusky purple, engorged, leaking, slick--

Oh God.

Heat, everywhere, concentrating in my lower abdomen, curling and pooling in my core, making me ache. “John…,” I groan as I drop to my knees between his legs, hands settling on his thighs. He gasps, eyes sliding shut as I run my palms towards his hips lethargically, grounding myself in the texture of denim against my skin.

Stay here. Stay now.

This is for my John.

Breathe, focus.

He wraps his legs around my waist so he can toe off his shoes while I unbutton and unzip his fly, yanking his jeans off and tossing them haphazardly behind me. The moment his legs are freed he encircles my waist again, drawing me closer to him with the hint of a smug smile on his face. Seconds later he’s lost his jumper and undershirt and is laid out on the stairs in nothing but his pants, which are tented dramatically towards me. I keep his gaze momentarily before allowing it to drift along his body.

His shoulders--firm strong scarred yet beautiful--

His arms--muscular lean tan dusted in light brown hair--

His chest--perfectly defined broad warm--

His…

All of him. All of him. I need--

Bury my face in his groin, breathe in his uniquely sharp and sensual musk through the cotton of his pants. Feel his cells invading my airways and embedding themselves inside me; entering my bloodstream, our DNA mingling and melding. Imagine them drifting lazily through my veins, eventually settling in my very neurons, my thoughts always filled with secondary synapses whispering his name in a hypnotic mantra: John John John…

His hands naturally find my head as it rests in his lap, fingers carding through my curls and massaging my scalp. His breath twists and hitches in his throat as I continue breathing him in, worshipping his scent, relishing in the way his body jerks and spasms beneath me. I run my fingertips along the insides of his thighs, tracing the lines where they meet his pelvis, trailing through his delightfully coarse, dark, masculine pubic hair.

“Nnngh, Sherlock...you’re torturing me!” he whines, yanking on my hair to emphasize his frustration.

I glance up at him through my eyelashes and tease, “Oh, so you can give it but you can’t take it, is that it?”

“Arsehole,” he huffs out harshly as I mouth the head of his cock through his pants. “Complete, utter--oh my God, Shhhh--” he hisses through his teeth, unable to form coherent thoughts as I suck on him, still keeping the barrier of his briefs between us. He thrusts up towards me, hips moving of their own volition until I hold him still against the stairs. A few more hot, noisy suckles before I grin wickedly up at him and hastily remove his pants, chucking them over my head.

Every time I see John like this, it’s like the first glorious time, after the pink lady case. Better than the first time, even. It’s the best first time and yet I know the next time it will be even better. A million miniscule observations drown my senses--how his skin shines with arousal, how he smells of tea and sweat and British Sterling cologne, how he moans and growls, how he twitches and pants, how pink the tips of his ears get, how his eyes are hooded and dark and lazy under the fog of dopaminic pleasure. I know I will never crave a needle again now that I have the drug that is John Watson writhing beneath me.

“Get on with it, would you?”

“Tsk, tsk. Patience is a virtue, John, so I’m told.”

“I tell you that.”

“Like I said, so I’m told.”

“Cheeky bastard.”

Press my lips to the underside of his cock in a chaste kiss, drawing a shuddering breath from him. “You wouldn't have me any other way, Captain,” I reply knowingly before swirling my tongue around his glans, savouring the complex tang of his velvety skin. His fists tighten in my hair as he gasps, thighs tensing at the sensation. I feel his spine arch towards me as he fights to keep his hips planted, chest heaving while I continue my slow licking.

The sounds he’s making, ohhh they are...perfect beautiful ragged wrecked and it’s me, it's me, I'm doing this to him, I'm... I'm...oh I'm losing myself, need to, need to…

Breathe. I can--ohhhh I can do this…just need to...I can...focus this is for John, for John, for John!

I relax my grip on his hips and fan my hands out around the curve of his thighs, fingertips pressing into his arse cheeks gently while I slowly draw him into my mouth. If I could speak I would tell him how impressed I am with his self control--he was aching and I took my time, and now that I’m finally enveloping him all of the tension in his body is evaporating. He melts into the stairs, reveling in my lips, my tongue, my soft palate surrounding him wethotslickperfect and he moans, oh yes he moans and it floods my senses, floods my being, shakes my core with his need for me.

I watch him drown, pectoral muscles shining with sweat, head dropped back in ecstasy, lips parted as he gasps and groans, breathily uttering curses intermingled with half-spoken versions of my name. Every inhalation through my nose sends more of his cells into my lungs, his scent overpowering and brilliantly sexy. As I continue sucking, licking, gliding along him, I feel his calves flex and knees shift closer to my ribs--he’s watching. A glance up at his face confirms.

He’s watching me, between his legs with my mouth on his cock, my cheeks hollowed and eyes widely staring back at him while his hands guide my head and set our pace.

I--ah...I...John, oh, he’s...he’s perfect and gorgeous and panting for me, face flushed and stomach taut--he’s...he’s…

Can’t--I just--I can’t--

My trousers--unbuttoned already, easy to slip my hand in and--his eyes, he knows, he knows and he--he--he loves it, he loves me, he loves--

He’s moving us faster, he’s carefully thrusting, oh God he’s thrusting into my mouth, every ridge, every vein, every heartbeat, every--every! My hand, electric, gripping and sliding, squeezing exactly--exactly--ohhhh exactly there mmm oh yes John my...my…

“Sher...fuck, Sherlock, you’re...oh my God, I--Sherlock, I--”

Pulsing--spilling--white hot gloriousperfectbrilliant, John! Oh, oh, oh, John!

Fire, fire, everything--all of me--oh God! Nerves alight, body humming, brain buzzing, legs twitching, stomach quivering fire, John! Tearing through me, devouring me, consuming I--oh, I--I--oh YES JOHN YES!

“Oh mmmmm Johnnnn ohhhhhhhhh….”

Lostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlost

He’s petting my hair, soothing me, helping me find my way back. Tender fingers, stroking slowly before running along my jawline and lifting my head. “Sherlock, you with me?”

Weak nod. Muscles are warm and lax and refusing to cooperate.

“Love, that was...”

Smile. I know, John. His eyes are soft as he looks at me, thumb caressing my cheek gently. A quiet chuckle, felt more than heard, through his body. “Suppose we should head up and get ourselves into bed, hmm?” he asks. “I’m knackered.”

“Hm.”

“Come on then. Up you go. Don’t bother with the lights. Let’s just get cleaned up and go to sleep,” he suggests, glancing around the hallway for his discarded clothing. “What time is Mrs. Hudson returning tomorrow?”

Shake my head. “She’s not. Weekend away.”

John purses his lips briefly before sighing. “You scared her away for an entire weekend because we were coming home?”

“As if I have that much control over her, John, really. She chose to leave for the weekend. Told me she’d rather get some sleep than stay up all night listening to our--”

“Right, okay. That’s--okay. Good, fine. Let’s just go upstairs, shall we?”

“After you.”

#johnlock #sherlock pov #post case adrenaline #if these stairs could talk #pwp #one off chapter from within a fic

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jadehqknb · 7 years

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A Takeda scenario please~~! With s/o who is was angry at him for forgetting their anniversary due to much work and that he is also planning to propose to her. can the whole team help him in doing the proposal?

This came out really long but I hope you enjoy it! LOTS of fluff!

Takeda inhales a sharp breath. The moment he sees you hismemory finally kicks in to realize he’s committed one of the worst dating sins;he forgot your anniversary. You don’t say a word, you don’t have to. The weightof your stare from across the polished floors breeds tension in the room thateven the most oblivious of the volleyball idiots can sense.

“______,” begins Takeda.

“Don’t,” you say putting up your hand.“Just…don’t.” Turning on your heel, you exit before the first of manytears to be cried tonight falls. Takeda moves forward but stops in his trackswhen you shout over your shoulder, “And don’t follow me!”

There’s silence in your wake, none of those left behind surewhat to say to their dear sensei. They don’t know what happened but it’s clearhe made a mistake and a grave one at that. But he’s amazing; shouldn’t all hisgood outweigh one bad move?

“My apologies,” Takeda says turning back around,“um, let’s get back to work I suppose.” The team tries to regroup butare distracted with concern for their advisor.

“Sensei, are you ok?” Hinata can’t help asking.

“Tch, it’s obvious he’s not,” sneers Tsukishima.

“Alright guys, take a lap to warm back up. Daichi, gettheir heads back on straight,” Ukai orders.

“Hai!” responds the captain, ushering the teamoutside.

Now alone with his friend, Ukai scratches the back of hishead and shifts his feet. “You, uh, wanna talk about it?”

Takeda smile is dull, a deep sigh pushing out the words ofhis mistake.

“Welp, not surprised she’s upset but I mean, everyone’sallowed one royal screw up, right?”

“I think this is heavier than that, Ukai-kun.”

The coach shrugs, thrusting his hands in his pockets. A beatof silence passes then Takeda is speaking again. “I don’t mean to put heron the back burner, I just get so focused with work and the team! She’s reallythe most important person in my life. I… I want to ask her to marry me.”

Ukai’s jaw drops slightly; he’d no idea things had gottenthis serious between the two of you.

“You should sensei!” shouts Noya startling themboth. As the group surrounds them he adds, “We’ll help you!”

“Noya, you really shouldn’t-” begins Asahi.

“No, I think it’s a great idea. She really loves allof you,” Takeda says smiling a bit wider. “And I’ll take all the help Ican get.”

The next morning you’re at home, eyes red rimmed and puffy.You know Ittsetu would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, but it’shard not to feel a bit heartbroken to have been forgotten so easily. No, notforgotten, more like overlooked but it stings all the same. A knock at yourdoor brings you out of your haze, hand rubbing your eyes in attempts to gainclear vision again. When you open it, you’re surprised to see Yachi and Shimizuon your porch.

“Good morning, _____-san,” Shimizu says politely while Yachijust waves, her body quivering a bit but you can’t tell if it’s trepidation orexcitement; with this girl, it could be anything.

You offer a watery smile. “Good morning girls, is theresomething I can help you with?” Then, your face bears concern as you askhurriedly, “Is something wrong? Did something happen to Takeda-sensei?”

“No, no,” Shimizu assures quickly shaking her head, “That’skind of why we’re here. We just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Oh, you two are very sweet,” you reply with a sigh. “I…I’msure he and I will work it out. You didn’t have to come all this way just forthat!”

“We…we were hoping maybe…maybe we could do that girls’ daything you mentioned!” Yachi says. “You know? To help cheer you up?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” you begin trailing off when you see herexpression drop. Perking yourself back up, you force a smile. These girls tooktime out of their day off to try to help you feel better and you’re not goingto let their efforts be wasted. “You know what? You’re right! It’s the perfectday for girl time!” Yachi lets out a yelp of encouragement while Shimizu smilessoftly. “Come in,” you continue drawing back from the threshold to allow thementrance, “I just need to take a quick shower and get dressed, then we can go.Did you have anything in mind?”

“We have a few ideas,” Shimizu says kindly as she takes aseat on your couch.

“Ok then, you girls figure out the details and I’ll be backin a jiffy.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re dressed in one of your favoritedresses, hair up and light makeup in anticipation of the heat of the day.

“Ohhhh, you look so pretty!” exclaims Yachi covering hermouth.

“Thank you, Yachi-san,” you reply picking up your purse. Thenext minute the three of you are outside headed to the train station. “So,where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” the girls say together making you laugh.

The train ride is pleasant, filled with gossip about theboys and you and Shimizu gently prodding Yachi to make a confession to Hinata.It’s plainly obvious the two of them like each other and even though they’re soyoung, you can’t help but be swept up in the memory of high school love. Thethought brings your own man to yourmind and you consider what to do about your current situation. You love Ittsetuwith all your heart and were of the mindset that he felt the same way, but nowyou’re not so sure.

The train arrives to your stop and the three of you exit.You get a few feet ahead of the girls before you realize they’re no longerright behind you. Turning around, they’re standing next to one of the platformpillars, smiles on their faces. Walking up to them, you ask, “What’s the holdup?”

“We owe you an apology,” Shimizu says handing you anenvelope. “This was never about spending time with us, but we hope you’llforgive us the small deception.”

Confused, you open the envelope and find a note inside:

My dearest, ______, bynow you should be standing if not exactly at least near to the place you werethe first time I ever laid eyes on you. Your beauty took away my breath butwhen you looked at me I couldn’t meet your eyes. It would take me months to finallywork up the nerve to even speak to you. But I’m so glad that I did. You are somuch more than just a pretty face, but yours is the only one I want to look at.

- Ever yourcaptive, Ittsetu

When you look up, there are already tears brimming in youreyes as you search for your beloved. “He’s not here, but this is your nextstop,” Yachi says handing you another ticket. The girls wave as you get back onthe train.

The next stop is one you know well since it leads to thefirst place Ittsetu took you on a date. As you round the corner of the littleside street, you’re surprised to find Narita and Kinoshita seated at one of theoutside tables of the bistro.

“Good morning boys,” you say kindly, “you’re out early.”

“Good morning, _____-san,” they say together, both of theirvoices a little shaky.

There’s a beat of silence before Narita is reaching underthe table and pulling out a bouquet of the same flowers Ittsetu gave you onyour first date while Kinoshita hands you another envelope and offers you hisseat to read it. You sit down, setting the flowers upon the table so you canproperly hold the paper.

Darling ______, thestop was probably enough to give away where you’d end up next. This place willalways be ours, much as I hope you’ll always be mine. Whenever I catch wind ofthese flowers, I’m reminded of you but their scent pales in comparison to thenatural sweetness that is your essence. When I breathe you in, you give melife.

- Intoxicatedby you, Ittsetu

Your smile is bigger now, letter clutched to your chest.Silently, Narita hands you another ticket for which you thank him beforeheading back to the station.

Again, the train whisks you away and again you smile widelyas it pulls to a stop. Exiting, you know right where to go, the park a quick five minute walk away. Looking at the top of the hill, you see four figures inthe distance but you don’t have to get close to know who they are.

Hinata is bouncing on the balls of his feet while Kageyamaand Tsukishima argue about you don’t know what. Yamaguchi has a sweet blush onhis cheeks as he hands you a box. Opening it, you find a tube of lipstick whichsurprises you until you read the accompanying letter.

My star, you’re now atthe spot we shared our first kiss. I think the only other time I have been thatnervous was when I got my first kiss ever in junior high. But kissing you wasone of the most significant things to happen in my life, even if I did getteased relentlessly by my fellow coaches and advisors for having a smear ofyour lipstick on me. This will forever be my favorite color because it alwaysreminds me of that first kiss.

- Willinglymarked, Ittsetu

“Here you go, ______-san!” Hinata exclaims loudly, shoving aticket into your hand.

You giggle, patting his head in thanks, before giving a waveto the rest of the boys and taking your leave. Upon the train, you sigh softly;Ittsetu may have made one of the biggest errors ever, but he’s definitely makingup for it now.

Another stop, another memory, this time in the form of theplace where you first told each other “I love you.” Now expecting to seefamiliar faces, you grin widely at the sight of your two favorite misfits; Nishinoyaand Tanaka. The left winger spiker and libero rush over to you, eager to gettheir gift and letter into your hands.

“Open it!” Tanaka says excitedly while Noya nodsenthusiastically.

Chuckling, you do as bidden, revealing a beautiful sterlingsilver locket but instead of heart shaped, it’s fashioned to look like a book.Opening it reveals a picture of you and Ittsetu at a faculty Christmas party,both you dressed to the nines.

Every day a newchapter of our lives is written and I cannot express the joy I have in myheart that our stories are now intermingled. You enrich my life with color andsubstance but ground me to the things that are most important. I never want topart from you.

“This is your last stop,” Noya says giving you anotherticket. You kiss both their heads bringing furious blushes to their cheeks.

Exiting the train at your final destination brings you faceto face with the third years, each of them smiling warmly as you approach.

“Good evening, ______-san,” Sawamura says.

“Hello boys,” you reply. “I have to admit, I’m stumped onthis one, must be a new thing Takeda-sensei has in mind.”

“Always so perceptive,” Sugawara comments with a grin.

“Co…could you come with us, please?” Azumane asks quietly.

You nod, beginning to walk forward but Suga puts up hishand. “Ah, ah, you have to put this on first,” he says handing you a blindfold.You frown and pout playfully but tie it around your head obediently. The threeboys usher you slowly and carefully to wherever it is Ittsetu wants them totake you.

“Ok, _____-san, here’s a seat for you,” Sawamura sayshelping you to sit down. “Just wait here,” he adds then steps away.

It isn’t long before you feel movement near you and you justknow it’s Ittsetu.

“Ittsetu, can I remove this now?” you ask fingering theblindfold.

“Yes,” he answers, voice a little rough with emotion.

Pulling away the fabric, you blink to gain your vision backthen gasp as you take in the sight of a huge oak tree lit from base to almostits top with fairy lights. You’re seated at a table for two but Ittsetsu iskneeling on one knee…oh god…

“______,” he begins taking your hand, “today you went on ajourney of our firsts. And now, I hope to make one more first,” he opens asmall box, ring gleaming inside, “and a last. I want you and only you by myside until I leave this world. Will you…will you marry me?”

“Oh Ittsetsu, of course I will!” you cry, flinging yourselfinto his arms. He holds you tightly, face buried in the crook of your neckwhich he peppers with kisses.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I promise, I won’t ever doanything so stupid again,” he breathes against your ear.

“It’s ok, I forgive you,” you reply hastily, pulling backbefore moving forward again to plant a long kiss on his lips.

“I’ll take that as a sign she said yes.” Ukai’s voice snapsyour attention to the base of the tree where all the team begin to emerge withtables, chairs and food; all the makings of an engagement celebration.

“Wait, where’s Ennoshita? He’s the only one I didn’t seetoday,” you ask looking around.

“I’m here,” he says stepping out from his hiding spot. “I’vebeen following you the whole day documenting your trip. I’ll have the video puttogether by the end of next week. Only,” he looks at Takeda, “Sensei, could Ihave your permission to use it for my art school submission when I graduatehigh school? I have a feeling it will be my best work yet.”

“Of course,” he answers quickly then looks at you, “Only,that is, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind as long as we’re the first to see it,” youreply and the second-year nods.

“Alright, then, let’s get on with the celebrating!” Ukaicalls.

“Whoohoo! I’ve got the sake!” Saeko cries making herselfknown as she sets up drinks and food.

The rest of the evening is spent surrounded by the teamwho’ve in the past year become like a makeshift family to you and Ittetsu andas you watch them all interact with one another, you just know these bonds,like the one you will make with your fiancé, will go on forever.

#takeda #karasuno #minor character monday #fluff #scenario #request #ririnontherescue

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E3 2017: Nintendo Conference

-Arms trailer, makes sense -Oooh Rocket League confirmation! That's a heck of a get actually -and Pokken Tourney DX -aand "fifa switch" which again is not Fifa 18 -...it still looks pretty nice tho? I guess we'll see what happens -Hell yea Splatoon 2 -...OH SHIT IT ACTUALLY *IS* FIFA 18 :o -Reggie are you talking about a video game or "the game" as in like a life of crime -"maybe even... an odyssey" cute -"HELP THEY LEFT ME OUT IN THIS FIELD" Xenoblade Chronicles X - NO NOT THE ARCHITECT FROM MATRIX -WATCH OUT JODIE FOSTER'LL KILL YA IF YOU GET TOO CLOSE TO ELYSIUM -huh -SOUL EATER THE JRPG?!?!?! -I'm torn on the character art it's not as good as 1's was -that rival lady looks cool tho -"REX!" "shepard." -HMM -Ohhhh that's so anime i dig it lmao -IT LOOKS SO SKIES OF ARCADIA I WANT IT Kirby (2018) -"sometimes you need a hero! sometimes you're holding out for a hero, until the end of the night!" -YOOOO NEW KIRBY :D -kirby can enslave his enemies?!?!?!?!!? -AND MAKE GEM FUSIONS APPARENTLY -It looks like this is built for optional 4p co-op nice -YEA I BET YALL ARE RELIEVED PPL ARE LIKING THE SWITCH HAHAHA -Oh SHIT ISHIHARA :O -Reiterating Pokken Switch DX -??? -POKEMON CORE RPG CONFIRMED FOR SWITCH OH SHIT Metroid Prime 4 -.... -!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -HOLY SHIT -HOLY FUCKING SHIT -FINALLY -it must have JUST started development if they have nothing to show tbh Yoshi (2018) -! -NEW YOSHI?!?!?! -ooh interesting a Yoshi's Wooly World follow-up :o -I like that Yoshi's felt now and that the aesthetic is papercraft now -this looks GORGEOUS holy fuck Fire Emblem Warriors -"A long, long time ago..." in a galaxy far, far away -omg - JOHN AND JANE OF THE PROTA LINE OF GONIST?!?!?! - Okay so we got Chrom, Lobster Man, Corrin, Xander, Oh Hai Marth... -So does this mean this game's Corrin is specifically F!Corrin? Interesting -Working Together! Solving the Problems! Skyrim Switch -"select Zelda items" aww -"oh! When did this master sword get in MY hand?" Aonuma plz BOTW DLC -Trial of the Sword -Interesting so looks like it operates on the rules of that one Island Trial -Heroes Path -New costumes (hard to say if they do anything specific tho) -Master Mode -Ooh Kass is back :o -All My Friends Are Dead -The Champion's Ballad is DLC pack 2 -....DOES THIS MEAN WE'RE GONNA PLAY AS ZELDA????? Or like the champions maybe -well i would have liked more detail on what's going on with that last pack but sure -FOUR CHAMPION AMIIBOS -FUCKIN URBOSA AMIIBO OH MY GOD -I hope they're close to that quality but i doubt it they look SUPER good -I love that her shield covers her butt lmao -so what do they do Aonuma oh you're gone ok -Reggie is actually the Last Man on Earth and the remnants of Nintendo are playing some Twilight Zone bullshit on him -"Check out our sick booth YOU'LL NEVER SEE IN PERSON FUCKERS" -yea i gotta agree with Jim Sterling they didn't call it the INKVITATIONAL????? -Cooks Vs Cons For Fitegames?!?!?! Mario x Rabbids: Kingdom Battle -Yea I'm still not sure how to feel about this -AUGUST 29 HOLY SHIT THATS WAY CLOSER THAN EXPECTED Rocket League (Burnin out its fuse up here alone) -unique items/cars, cross play -all updates previously released, wireless multiplayer Super Mario Odyssey -...Monster Hunter? -No wait that's just a -OH MY GOD -WHAT A FUCKING VOCAL TRACK IN A MARIO GAME -HOLY SHIT -MARIO CAN CONTROL WITH HIS BANJO KAZOOIE HAT -WHATS WITH NINTENDO AND MIND CONTROL NOW -new costumes????? -THIS LOOKS SO FUCKING WEIRD I LOVE IT -IS THAT FUCKING PAULINE???????

#e3 2017 #nintendo conference

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