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college!au drabble which is totally not a self-imagine. tw scummy/toxic eren
The library shouldn’t be this busy on a Saturday— you’d know. You’re always here around this time every week, trapped in the enclave of shelves and whiteboards and books, a huge stack of them propped next to your laptop. Indigo ink stains more than just your notebook, your palm a mosaic of blue hues. The scent is comforting, though, a stagnant presence as you flick through your anatomy textbook. Your brows narrow at the haphazardly-scribbled diagram of the hormone pathways— where the fuck is testosterone produced?
“Bro, she was all fuckin’ over you last night. Basically had you pinned up against the wall.” Laughs bark down the table you’re seated at. Despite the thick headphones you have on, you hear the voices loud and clear.
Testosterone is produced there. The collective fumes of luxury cologne scream Daddy’s Money™ and disrupt your bubble of productivity. Your forehead pinches again, this time in annoyance, knowing just what group of boys decided to have their own ‘study sesh’ on a Saturday afternoon, definitely hungover and waiting it out before heading to the game.
“D’ya think she still would have been all over me if she knew I had her best friend bent over the night before?” Another roar of laughter, this time accompanied with table banging and echoes of “No way, dude!”
It’s so incredibly clichéd, you can’t help but roll your eyes. There is no way men actually speak like that, as if these head-empty imbeciles could get a chance with a girl if they tried.
“No way, dude!” You huff lowly under your breath, amused by your precision at the tone. It was honestly pretty good, you have to pat yourself on the back for that one—
“What was that?”
A glance upwards forces you to meet a pair of forest green eyes, sharp and narrowed. The smirk settling right below makes you unsettled. Annoyed.
You play it cool anyway, tugging off your headphones and shrugging. “Didn’t say anything.”
“Didn’t seem like it.” He raises a brow. His friends snicker behind him, staring you down, waiting to see how the leader of the pack was going to tear you down, limb by limb.
You aren’t the biggest fan of Eren Yeager.
He’s actually, surprisingly, a fan favorite on campus. Somehow he’s always busy handshaking a guy or has a group of girls squealing and running up to him, bragging about how they’re his best friend— ugh. And he gets the grades to make the Dean’s List, becoming all chummy with the professors and even landing some hotshot internship. But you’re the only one who sees through his shit, catches him at times like this where he isn’t God’s gift to Earth and instead is a typical college frat boy— no, scratch that, definitely worse.
You take the high road and shrug once more, pulling your headphones back over your head. Silently, you pack your things, trying your best to ignore the heavy gaze on your silhouette of at least a pair of eyes watching you leave.
“You have got to fuck her.” Jean sighs. “Or I might. Isn’t she why we’re here anyway?”
Eren isn’t sure if his skin is heating up because of the call out or because of his possessiveness over you, despite the fact that he’s nothing to you. The way you look at him proves it, like he’s a wad of bubblegum sticking to the bottom of your shoe, like he’s the one that’s a nobody.
He knows your friends. Hangs out with them, fucks them occasionally. But not because he likes them— he just likes to keep tabs on you. Why? He doesn’t fucking know why. God, he wish he knew why. He does stupid shit like this, coming to the library on a fucking Saturday like a goddamn dork just because he knows you like how quiet it gets on the weekends. He is so infatuated with someone who won’t even look his way, someone who keeps a nose buried in school work and doesn’t even bat a lash at his looks, his jokes, anything?!?
And fine, maybe he’s also feeling a bit warm because of you.
World’s Biggest Blue Baller, yep, it’s you.
Nah. He’ll get you one of these days. Despite whatever game the two of you are playing, he will win. He knows it, feeling the certainty thrum in his blood. It’s why he’s the leader of his friends, the pack of the herd, the man of the men. Because when Eren Yeager has his mind set to what he wants, he’ll get it.
Besides, those quiet smart girls are always the most fun to break.
#‘goddamn dork’ yep it’s me!#suck my dick eren yeager#eren x reader#eren yeager#eren yeager x reader#aot eren#tw toxic behavior#rue rambles
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Speaking of “I love cutesy fun things but please allow these characters to have depth” how about Ghost being more than just Baby? Don’t get me wrong I love them being loved on by their sibs, being a dork, and taking a break, but the uwuification of them and Hollow really aren’t fitting nor do their stories justice.
Just like Hollow they are 1) an adult with a full range of personality and emotions and 2) traumatized. We don’t know what they went through in the Wastes but at the very least they’ve dealt with the trauma of amnesia. The trauma of being attacked with intent to kill/killed multiple times. Faced an angry sun god and won because of their stubbornness and spite.
They literally went and found a kingdom of undead zombies and went “anyone gonna kill and loot these bodies?” And didn’t wait for an answer. Yes they are sweet and noble, delivering flowers and helping people. But they are also ruthless and without mercy when they want to be.
Honestly, compared to some other fandoms, the uwuification of both their characters isn't too bad. At the very least, posts in this fandom are very well sorted into "clearly joking" fanon and "clearly serious" fanon, which I appreciate.
But you're right- I've never understood people who see Ghost as a toddler. Nonverbal? Yep. A Genuine Bastard On Purpose Sometimes? Oh absolutely. I always imagine Ghost dealing with their trauma by being purposely spiteful and lashing out, which is a foil for how Hollow handles it, which is by internalizing it.
Actually, most of my takes for Ghost are surrounding them being a character foil for Hollow. Here goes:
I actually think that babying Ghost would be the quickest way to get on their bad side.
Unfortunately, they often misconstrue people's attempts to care for them as "babying" due to their fiercely independent nature.
(All three of the siblings have this to some degree- Hornet is also picky about being cooed over for much the same reason, contrasted with Hollow, who simply doesn't think they're worth the effort.)
Ghost is self-sabotaging in the sense that if someone doesn't allow them to do something, even and especially if it's "for their own safety", it makes them only more determined to do the thing.
Ghost is Not Nice. They are kind, sure, but They are Not Nice. There's a very big difference there, mostly informed by the fact that Ghost's first instinct upon meeting someone new is to swing their nail in that direction and see how the other person reacts.
Hollow trusts too easily. Ghost doesn't trust at all. The most reliable person in their goddamn life is Cornifer, for christ's sake. Everyone else attacks them, betrays them, or dies.
Did anyone say "klepto"? I'm gonna say "klepto".
All three siblings are particularly clingy with their weapons, but Ghost is the only one who'll see murder as an appropriate retaliation to someone touching their nail.
They never inform others as to what they're doing, either through actual communication or any sort of body language. They don't feel the need to justify themselves to anyone, so why bother? They'll do whatever it is they feel like doing and everyone else will just have to figure it out, in their eyes.
(This bothers the HELL out of Hollow, who's whole schtick is being practiced, precise, and reliant on predictable social rituals and people saying what they mean. Fundamental autistic-to-autistic miscommunication.)
Ghost is fundamentally a super empathetic person (evident in the good ending, where you spend the bulk of your time putting the memories of people to rest,) but the one thing they'll never be able to reconcile is Hollow's love for the Pale King.
Scathing hot take that's probably obvious this far down, but I really do think that Hollow and Ghost wouldn't get along as well as is often assumed in fanon. They love each other very much, but there's also a lot of mutual guilt and other baggage between them that I'd love to see explored more.
#hollow knight#hk ghost#the knight#thanks for the ask!!#even if I did twist it into talking even more about Hollow. . .#on a post about ghost#but!! they're character foils for each other!!! it's true!!!!#they definitely don't hate each other but I really think they'd fight#they would get on each other's nerves#ESPECIALLY in any au where PK comes back in any form or fashion#the root of the problem being that Hollow wants nothing more than to be pale#and ghost absolutely does not
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mbb 🎅
I live in a city full of people whose personalities are “I write code and drive fast cars”, I let them show off and nod politely because I’m classy.
Oh you’re really new to it! Congratulations! Is it just general, or do you focus on one issue?
Shownu’s just like “here’s my terrible child who bites me, ah, what can I do about it, I love him deeply”. He’s those images of animals climbing all over a capybara that’s just chilling. And of course I love his arms literally what am I doing at the gym if not trying to get his arms. He’s so strong and so controlled in his dance it’s insane, and then you remember he’s taller than a lot of idols and it’s even more impressive.
Minhyuk’s holding it down for all of us with those big ass hands of his.
“Disney face Marvel body” is absolutely Wonho. When he’s in skimpy clothing that shows off his body but being a sweetheart or a complete dork? He’s soooo precious.
And then the way Changkyun released “Goddamn” after they knew Wonho was landing on his feet with his re-debut? It felt like a direct response to it, and a very deliberate story about an individual struggling with substance use and mental health issues deserving of care and empathy, rather than “drug users are monsters and criminals”. I love Duality so much, it really feels so small and personal from being such a small team doing everything, and the fact he took that opportunity to address an issue that hurt someone so close to him so publicly was really beautiful. Especially picking drug imagery that implies suffocation and muteness? If I tear up at the shot in the video where he looks up at the camera with the mask on with exhaustion and resignation, well, that’s between god and me.
Anyway!
That sounds like a really healthy way to go about dating. A partner should enhance your life, not be your life, and it’s great that you’re waiting for something that is beneficial to you rather than just trying to make it fit.
Hope you’re having a good, restful weekend!
Hey love ❤️ thanks! The weekend is going well just doing some errands and finding gifts for the fam for this coming weekend lol how are you? Hopefully your resting too ❤️❤️❤️
Ahh the “high society” folks lol!! Aren’t they absolutely delightful 😂😂 I have those people too where they think their entitled and know how the job works and what not and I think to myself “honey, you got a big storm coming” 😂😂 like is it worth it to flaunt your money around? No but if that’s your personality then that’s on you lol
Yeppers!! Fairly new still but it’s a good time ❤️❤️ it’s general because there’s a lot of clients coming into the program so there’s a wide variety of peeps lol but it feels good to help out even if the client doesn’t appreciate it but it’s all good lol wbu? How is work going? How long have you been at your job for?
Lol!!!! Right??? He just glared at his youngest son and just takes a heavy sigh like “hhhhhhhh. Yep. There he goes again” 😂😂he has that mood and it’s funny as heck to see lol!! Ohhh yeah his arms are workout goals lol he knows what he’s doing during the time off lol now the question is - will we be able to see them arms again when he’s out? And it’s getting closer to April!!! It’s almost over!! Lol also (cue sarcasm) why must you hurt me with the fact that he is tall as heck? Like I’m already aware that he is a huge man but then I forget sometimes 😂😂 how tall are you love?
Lol! Oh yeah min mins hands are insanely huge 😂😂😂 they could cup a basket ball lol also changkyun and hyungwons hands are crazy huge too and I have yet to find a fanfic or two that is about their hands 😂😂😂 do you like to read fanfics love?
Right?????? Like does he have to be a sweetie and have a nice body too?? Now that’s just not fair but I’m here for it lol he is a huge baby and a total sweetie too lol
Oh yeah changkyun knew what he was doing with god damn. Like you can’t deny that that song was a direct response and a big f u to starship lol wasn’t duality amazing???? Like he knows what he’s doing with the lyrics and connecting it to serious topics ❤️ he’s awesome for that! And for that last comment that did make me bawl for like five minutes straight cus ir hit hard lol but that’s a topic for another day 😂
Thanks love ❤️ right??? It’s all about the give and take lol what are you up to during the day before work? Do you watch tv and such? Lol
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Surprise
Wolfstar x reader
Word count : 1244
Warning : Allusions to sex but otherwise pure fluff!!!
Summary : You make a surprise for your boys
Sirius was trying to nap, emphasis on the trying, but every time he closed his eyelids they shot right open at the sound of an annoying rat- a-tat tapping coming from the bed room. He groaned as he reluctantly left his once comforting spot on the sofa to tramp on over to the bedroom you so graciously kicked him out of. He marched over intending to tell you off, but once he reached the doorway his frustration quickly turned into bewilderment.
“Y/N what the hell are you doing?”
You were standing on one of the dining room chairs holding a hammer in one hand and nails in the other.
“Sirius, I told you not to come in here it’s a surprise for you and Remus.”
“You know doll, you could just ask for help, you look ridiculous being as short as you are doing that, or you could use magic at least you’d end my suffering faster.”
Your hands found their way to your hips very quick. “First of all I’m not short just cause I’m not a doofy giant like you (he dramatically clutched his chest at the word doofy.) yes that’s right doofy. Secondly, I don’t mind doing things the old fashioned way. Thirdly, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if you helped now get out.”
He mocked your stance, mimicking your voice, not accurately at all though considering how high pitched it was. “Firstly, I was just trying to nap but you’re being loud. Secondly-”
“I’m Serious, get out.”
“No, I’m Sirius and you didn’t let me finish.”
“Ha ha I’ve never heard that one before.”
“Y/NNNNN” God he was dramatic.
“Whaaaaaat”
He cleared his throat, “Secondly, dont-roll-your-eyes-at-me-i-swear-to-god-if-you-dont-let-me-finish- Secondly. How long are you gonna lock me out of my own bloody room!?”
“Excuse you, our bloody room and until Remus gets home, even longer if you don’t get out now, or else I won’t be able to finish before that.”
You waved your wand at him and he was blasted a few feet back and the door was slammed in his face.
He banged on the door, you just locked it. He scoffed when he heard the click.
“I can just unlock this with my wand you know!”
“You mean with the wand you left on the bedside table? Good luck with that love.”
“You’re being fucking ridiculous Y/N I’m bored. I’m going to die of boredom, do you want me to die of boredom.”
“If it would shut you up I’d be tempted to say yes. Just find a way to occupy yourself, the kitchen could use a good sweep.”
“Don’t act like you’re my fucking mother.”
“If you don’t want me to act like your mother then don’t act like a goddamn child! Now bugger off.”
“You hear that Y/N, it’s the sound of me dying.”
You couldn’t see but you heard the sound of two knees hitting the floor and the top half of his body following suit.
“Oh honestly” you muttered to yourself “what a big baby.”
Oh well, least he decided to be quiet, better get this done quickly.
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You were just returning the dining room chair to the table when you heard the front door open and close, following the sound of the familiar footsteps of the tall lanky man you adored.
You rushed to the door and didn’t even think about giving Remus the chance to either, when you jumped into his arms and quite literally became a koala in his arms.
“Remmy, missed you.”
Between kissing your neck and cheek he responded.
“Yeah? Missed you too my love, so much.”
You could have stayed in his arms content forever but Sirius wasn’t having it.
“Aren’t I your love too? Y/N stop being selfish I want a hug too.”
“You don’t deserve a hug you were mean today.”
“Was Sirius being mean to my baby?” Remus cooed.
“Was not!”
“What did Sirius do precious?”
“He said (insert fake sniffle) -he said that I was fucking ridiculous and he cursed at me in other ways too and I was just trying to do something nice by surprising you two with something in the bedroom.”
“Oh?”
“Oops, not that kind of bedroom surprise.”
“That’s alright love, I’m sorry Siri was being such a meanie to my darling. Let’s go see your surprise.”
“Hey, I’m your darling too and don’t you want to hear what was said to me!?”
“You probably got what you deserved.”
Sirius stood with his mouth agape while you stuck your tongue out at him. Remus put you down and leaned forward to give Sirius a quick peck on the cheek.
“Come on Y/N, what did you do for Siri and me?”
You led them to the bedroom door and unlocked it with your wand.
“Alright boys, close your eyes.”
You waved your hands in front of their faces to see if they had listened and grabbed each of their hands to lead them through. You had them sit on the end of your bed.
“Alright, open.”
Sirius knew where to look right away, but it didn’t take Remus long for his eyes to find what you had done. The top of the walls were lined with beautiful gold ornate string lights. They were littered with butterflies that would look real if they weren’t so still. Though they were both in awe, Remus was the first to break the silence.
“Y/N, where’d you even find these? What are they?”
“They’re string lights I made them.”
“String lights?” Sirius had snapped out of his daze. “And you made these?”
“Yep, here’s your wand Siri, now say lumos filum.”
“Lumos filum.”
The room was filled with a warm glow. They were dumbstruck.
“Okay Remmy now you say lumos pyralis.”
“Lumos pyralis.”
Suddenly the butterflies were fluttering around the room, still emitting that warm glow, like golden fireflies.
“Y/N?”
“Yes Siri?”
“I’m sorry for being an ass, these are beautiful.”
“It’s alright, sorry I ruined your nap.”
“Oh, that’s why he’s so cranky.” Remus chortled.
“I’m not cranky!”
You only giggled at his furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms; you giggled even harder when he tried his hardest to maintain his shroud of anger when one of your creations landed on his nose. Remus moved his pointer finger to Sirius’s nose and let it crawl on. He blew on it gently so it would join the rest of its brethren resting on the ceiling. He paused to appreciate the beauty up there before his eyes rested on a sight much more beautiful.
“You are breathtaking darling, in everything you do.”
“Hey,” Sirius quipped “Aren’t I breathtaking too?”
You kissed his nose and your lips ghosted over his own. “Course you are darling.”
“Prove it.”
“You dork, if you wanna be breathtaking you have to take my breath away.”
Remus eyed the grin that took up Sirius’s face as he rose from his spot to tower over you. “Y/N, I have a feeling you’re gonna regret challenging him, you know how he gets.”
“He wants to be breathtaking, then he can prove it, not me.”
You squealed as you were flung onto the bed and your wrists were pinned beside your head. You gained the courage to look into his piercing grey eyes.
“You really are gonna regret it now, love. Then we’ll see who the big baby is after.”
Welp, you were in for a long, long night.
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@accioweaslcy @ambria I’m tagging you two lovelies cause you wanted wolfstar *mwah* enjoy
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Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU
All Parts
Part 23:
Smirking, you hit send, already knowing your response would get him riled up.
You could imagine the look on his face, his pinched eyebrows and the slight tilt of his grimace. The red of his unamused eyes and the clenched set of his annoyed jaw.
It was thoughts like those that led you to text him- not even ten minutes after you had left. You’d blame it on how boring being in a taxi was- but you knew the truth. You just weren’t ready to say good night to him yet.
You snorted.
Sometimes it slipped your mind just how juvenile and funny Bakugou could be- but he never really let you forget for long.
You let out a full on laugh this time- eyes scanning to re-read and re-read a, quite frankly, unbelievable, text.
You suppose it was your fault though, you can’t exactly act surprised when Bakugou has already proven himself to be notoriously bad at saying sorry.
A pause. A long pause.
And then a flurry of angry texts that arrive faster than you can read them.
Incoming Call - Bakugou :)) 9:21
You smirk, hardly surprised he reacted. The only thing Bakugou liked more than arguing with you, you had come to learn, was hearing you sing his praises. And- since you cut those short, all there was left for him to do was yell at you.
You were surprised that he called you though, and you picked up with an easy smile.
“You really enjoy gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves, hah?”
“Aww, Bakugou, you called me!”
“I told you I didn’t fuckin’ like that, idiot. Quit it already.”
“Which part- the making fun of you, or the calling you by your last name?” You ask cheekily. “I’m an idiot, you know, so you have to be real specific!”
“Wow, look at you,” Bakugou scoffs. “All fuckin’ happy and cheery. Hilarious.”
“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, angry man!” You tease. “Today was a good day, wasn’t it?”
He’s quiet for a couple seconds.
“You were cryin’.” He huffs, voice low and- guilty? “How fuckin’ happy could it really have been?”
You blink, blindsided once again by how much he cares. You suppose you really shouldn’t have been surprised at this point- but then again, your soulmate does seem to be pretty invested in hiding it.
“I was- I know.” You say softly. “Still a good day, though. Still good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” You smile, settling back in your seat. “I didn’t set your healing back too much, right?”
“No. Fuckin’ course not.” He grumbles. “What? Think I’m a goddamn weakling or something?”
“No, no- of course not. Just wanted to ask is all.”
“I’m good.” Bakugou says, but something in his voice sounds a little more tired than normal. “Fuckin’ better than ever, sunshine.”
“I-I like when you call me that.” You flush, leaning your head against the window. “Sunshine, I mean.”
Bakugou scoffs again, but you sort of think it sounds like a laugh.
“Course you’d take it as a compliment.” He gripes, but the exhaustion slips into his voice again. “Fuckin’ dork.”
“Hey! I am not!” You whine, but then you pause, lowering your voice a little. “Hey- Kasuki?”
He only hums in response.
“You sound a little tired? You all good, angry man?”
“It’s like 9:30- usually asleep by now ‘sall.” He breathes out, words more subdued than you’re used to. “I’m good, though.”
“You sure? Because I can hang up! I’m sure I’ve already exhausted you so much today, so it’s totally okay if-“
“Stay on the fuckin’ phone, idiot.”
Bakugou calls you a name- that same name, idiot, that he’s called you since day one; but something feels different about it this time.
Maybe it’s the sleep in his voice, or the way he’s finally not yelling anymore, but you think you finally begin to see the name for what it is: Familarity. Fondness. Affection- if only in that specific Bakugou Katsuki brand of plausible deniability.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay- I can do that.” You answer easily.
“You actually listenin’ to me?” He says sleepily, words almost slurring as they leave his mouth. “Didn’t know you could fuckin’ do that.”
“Hey, I gotta listen to somebody at some point today- I certainly didn’t listen to Kirishima earlier.”
“Yeah, that was a fuckin’ good choice, though. He was bein’ an ass. Made me mad.”
“It wasn’t his fault, I don’t think he knew. So don’t get too mad at him.” You smile. “He seems like a good friend, though. I like him.”
“That’s- don’t say that.” He grumbles. “Annoys the hell outta me.”
You rolled your eyes but your chest warms.
“Chill out, you know I like you more, angry man.”
You expected him to deny it; to argue and scream and rebuff your insinuation by all means necessary- but he doesn’t.
“Damn straight, shitty woman.”
“You know what,” You laugh. “I’m just gonna let that last mean name go. I’m feelin’ pretty generous today.”
“Why?”
“Special occasion.”
“Whatsa- what’sa,” His voice is barely there, all grumble and drowsiness. “Whatsa special occasion?”
“Meeting my soulmate.”
“Mhm.”
Bakugou’s barely responsive at this point, but it doesn’t bother you. You decide then, in the back of a taxi, that you appreciate the sound of his breathing more than anyone else’s. More than your own, even.
“Yep- he’s loud, like super loud. Angry too. Super angry.” You say indulgently. “But he’s good. Really good.”
Bakugou doesn’t say anything, but you hear his breathing beginning to slow a little, and he grumbles. You can’t keep the smile out of your voice as you continue.
“And, apparently he’s pretty heroic too. Saves kids and defeats villians and nearly kills himself while he’s at it. Isn’t that crazy?” You lower your voice, nearly whispering. “I’m super proud of him though- I could never do that.”
You pause, listening to the soft breathes coming through you’re phone. You’re fairly certain he’s asleep- pretty sure he couldn’t successfully fake snores that little if he tried. You supposed it’s a little ironic- that such soft, little, kitten snores could come from a man who spends the whole day roaring like a lion.
You press the phone a little closer to your ear, curling up around it.
“I like him, though. I like him a whole lot.”
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gettin close to the end, folks, it’s all fluff frum hereeeee
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comme une idylle
Beca gets an odd request from a stranger while in Paris
rating: G
word count: 2801
happy birthday @green-eyed-weirdo 🥰 I hope you like it!
moodboard and beta by the lovely @snowonebutyou
ao3 link
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“Dude, is this really necessary?”
Stacie hums. “It’s French fashion.”
Beca rolls her eyes. “I feel like if that were true, we would have seen some people wearing it by now. This just screams ‘I’m an American tourist’ to me.”
Stacie ignores her, adjusting the beret over her head as she stands in front of the mirror. “I think I look sexy with this. Very… chic.”
“Great. If you decide to walk around with that and a baguette under your arm I’m going solo on our tour.”
Stacie plucks another beret from the shelf and screws it over Beca’s head. “Aw, you look like Gavroche.”
“Fuck you, dude,” Beca mutters, taking it off and flattening her hair with her palm as she places the hat back in its initial spot. “I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry,” Stacie points out, and Beca can’t really contradict her.
Once Stacie has finally picked one of those ridiculous hats, they head up the cobblestone street and find themselves a brasserie (one of those restaurants where you can get just a drink or have a full meal) for lunch. It’s pretty hot (a bit too hot for Beca’s taste, but she’s hopefully applied enough sunscreen not to resemble a lobster by the end of the day) in Paris that day, but they find shelter under one of those huge parasols, a gentle breeze sweeping in ever so often as they gaze at the food options.
Melodic giggles draw Beca’s focus away from the badly translated menu and towards two tables over to her left. They belong to a redhead, who just happens to be as radiant as her laughter, and Beca finds herself staring a beat too long, catching Stacie’s attention.
“She’s cute.”
Beca’s cheeks heat up as soon as she realizes she’s been caught, and she looks back at her menu so quickly something in her neck twitches. She clears her throat. “What are you talking about?”
“Aww, you adorable baby bisexual. You should go talk to her. Or buy her a drink.”
“Dude, no,” Beca hisses.
Stacie is silent for a few beats, clearly listening in. “She’s American.”
Beca makes a noncommittal sound. “And?”
Stacie leans over, a smirk curving her lips. “Imagine how romantic it would be, you two meeting in Paris and finding each other again in the States. That’s Nicholas Sparks shit right here.”
Beca finds Stacie’s eyes over the menu. “You seem to have forgotten a slight detail: I don’t know how to talk to women.”
Stacie’s eyes roll skyward. “Maybe you should try.”
The waiter thankfully puts a temporary end to the conversation, and once he’s gone with their orders, Beca sees that so is the redhead and her friend.
“Well, there goes your Parisian romance,” Stacie says, sighing softly.
Beca doesn’t really think about the stranger again, not until the end of the day. Stacie insists on heading to the Eiffel Tower to catch the sunset (and probably take a bunch of pictures for her influencer Instagram account), and Beca ignores her aching feet, feeling like she’s already been complaining a lot today.
“Hi there.”
Beca twists her head to the left to find the stranger from the cafe. Her blue eyes nearly make her stumble. “Um, hi?”
“So this might sound really weird, but I’ve always wanted a romantic picture in front of the Eiffel Tower and my boyfriend just dumped me before this trip and well, I was wondering if you’d pose with me?”
That’s a lot of information in five seconds, and Beca blinks twice in slow succession. “Pose, as in…?”
“As in, kiss me?”
She hears Stacie gasp beside her and doesn’t even want to spare her a glance. Her ears feel like they just caught on fire and her voice is nowhere to be found.
It’s only when Stacie jabs her elbow into her ribs that Beca says something. “I, uh, I-- what?”
Well, close to saying something.
The other woman giggles. “You’re really cute. And I asked if you’d like to take a photo with me.”
“Kissing,” Beca echoes, just to make sure.
The redhead grimaces. “Sorry, you’re totes creeped out. I’ll find someone else.”
“She’ll do it,” Stacie announces before Beca can say anything else.
“What, dude,” Beca interjects.
“If you don’t I will,” Stacie mutters, and that shoves Beca into motion.
“Um yeah, sure,” she tells the stranger. A shaky nod. “I’ll do it.”
“Awes!” She hands Stacie her phone. “My friend Aubrey can take the pic.”
Beca notices the blonde standing off to the side and waves awkwardly before her friend slides her hand into hers and tugs her forward. Beca’s heart starts to race a little as they come to a stop at the top of the stairs splaying out over the Trocadero gardens.
“Wait, what’s your name?” The stranger asks, seemingly as an afterthought.
“Um, Beca,” Beca says.
“Nice to meet you, Beca. I’m Chloe.”
Beca nods, tongue poking out to wet her lips. “Cool. Cool, cool, cool. So um,” she wipes her hands over her jeans. “How should we…”
“I’ll just kiss you now,” Chloe says, amusement clear in her tone.
Beca wants to dig herself a hole. But that thought vanishes as soon as Chloe starts leaning in, and her eyes slam shut the moment those soft, full lips brush against hers in a gentle kiss. She hears herself humming as her head tilts forward to chase the remaining distance between them, pushing a firmer kiss against Chloe’s mouth. It’s Chloe’s turn to make a sound this time, and Beca nearly forgets her own name.
She instantly forgets about the photo, and the fact that Chloe is a stranger, too caught up in how good this feels to really care. She does, however, come to her senses when she starts to lack oxygen and pulls away with a sheepish smile, her cheeks flaming.
“Damn…” Chloe murmurs, eyes alight. “I picked well.”
Beca clears her throat and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding her eyes. “Glad I could be of service,” she mumbles with an awkward salute.
(yes, yes, a goddamn salute because she’s a fucking dork.)
Chloe giggles and Beca suddenly feels high on the sound. “Too bad my friend and I have to leave tonight. I could have definitely gone for an encore performance.”
Beca isn’t sure how redder her face can get before it matches the shade of her plaid shirt. “That’s uh, too bad.”
“Well thanks for doing it for me,” Chloe says with a wink, then kisses her cheek. “Bye, Beca.”
“Bye,” Beca murmurs, somewhat still in a kiss-induced daze as she watches her go.
“Holy crap, dude,” Stacie says when she catches up with her. “You totally made out with her.”
Beca chuckles, rubbing the back of her neck. “We um, got carried away?”
Stacie punches her arm. “Tell me you got her number.”
Beca shakes her head. “She probably lives like, in LA or something.”
“Oh my god, you’re such an idiot.”
Beca has to agree; she’s the biggest idiot in the world.
The rest of their trip goes smoothly. Beca only has to listen to Stacie having sex once, which is a wonder, considering it’s Stacie, and the two fly back to New York at the end of the week, heads filled with good memories of their trip abroad.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t ask for her number,” Stacie says as they walk out of the arrival gate at JFK.
“Oh my god, would you let it go?” Beca groans, tilting her head back.
“She was so hot.”
“I know,” Beca whines. “But I won’t find her again so let’s just not talk about it anymore.”
“Fine.”
It’s a few days later, as she’s aimlessly scrolling through TikTok as she does every night before bed, that Beca sees it. She almost scrolls past it because ugh, couples, but the yellow summer dress and red hair catch her attention and have her sitting up with a jolt. Her breathes hitches in her throat as she reads the caption:
I hope this cute girl I met in Paris and asked for a pic of us kissing so I could pretend I had a romantic time in France sees this so I can take her out on a date
The video blew up, counting over a million likes and fifteen thousand comments. Her trembling thumb presses on the comment section.
Okay, TikTok, do your thing, we need to find this girl!!
Omg they’re so cute
Imagine they find each other!!
Beca swallows, licking her suddenly dry lips. “Imagine…” she breathes out as she presses on Chloe’s profile picture, hits follow, and then taps Message.
Hey, so… it’s Beca. The girl from Paris?
She locks her phone right after hitting send and buries her face in her palms, emitting a low groan. Her phone pinging less than a minute later makes her heart pound against her ribs. She reaches for it and peeks at the screen with one eye.
omg, hi!! it’s really you?
She figures maybe a few people have sent Chloe a message because hello, who wouldn’t, pretending it was her. So Beca thinks proving it is really her could be a good thing.
If by me you mean the dork who freaking saluted you after our kiss, yep that’s me.
Beca bites down on her bottom lip as she watches the three dots pop up on the screen.
I can’t believe it worked! I’ve been thinking about you a lot since that day.
Butterflies go off in her belly, and before Beca can ponder on how cheesy this is, she’s typing something back.
Me too. That was um, a really good kiss. And you’re pretty.
Oh god, I’m facepalming so hard right now. Sorry I… don’t really know how to talk to girls.
To her surprise, Chloe doesn’t seem put off by it.
You’re very cute. May I ask where you live?
Beca doesn’t want to get her hopes up, because the States are fucking huge, and she doesn’t see herself jumping into a long-distance whatever.
NYC. You?
I go to vet school in Ithaca.
Ithaca. Beca knows it’s in the state, but she googles how close just to make sure. Another message from Chloe comes through.
I’m usually in the city once a month since my best friend lives there. Would you… like to go out on a date when I’m around?
“Dude, chill out,” she mutters to herself when she feels a wave of warmth encompass her entire being.
Sure, yeah. I’d like that.
They exchange numbers and end up texting for most of the evening until Chloe announces she has to head to bed because she has an early lecture the following morning.
Beca is about to turn off the lights too, that idiotic smile still stuck to her lips, when her phone buzzes with a text message from Stacie.
DUDE!!! Watch this NOW
A TikTok link follows, and Beca knows what it is before she even opens it.
Wow. This really blew up, huh.
Stacie’s reply comes through less than five seconds later. That’s all you have to say?! Tell me you’re going to message her. I got dibs on Maid of Honor at your wedding, btw.
Beca rolls her eyes. She ponders telling Stacie but decides to keep Chloe to herself for a while. I’ll think about it.
She’s a fidgeting mess the morning leading up to their date. Chloe told her to meet her by the River Cafe in Dumbo, and Beca has spent entirely too much time deciding on what to wear, which really never happens.
Chloe is already there when she makes it to the park, and Beca buries her hands into her jacket pockets to keep them from wringing together. Chloe doesn’t see her right away, gazing up at the Brooklyn Bridge instead.
“Do you have a thing for iconic iron monuments?” She teases as she approaches, catching Chloe’s attention. She narrows her eyes playfully. “Are you gonna try and kiss me again?” A gasp flies past her lips as she exaggeratedly lies a hand over her chest. “Are you just using me to go viral on TikTok?”
Chloe giggles. “You’re a dork,” she says, grinning. “Hi.”
“Hey,” Beca breathes out, relaxing her shoulders as she smiles back.
“You like ice cream?” Chloe asks, nodding towards the vendor across the grassy area.
“Sure,” Beca says, and they fall into a step towards it. She takes her brain for something to say before things get awkward, but Chloe beats her to it.
“So what’s it like being a TikTok sensation?”
Beca barks out a laugh. “Amazing. One of my life goals for sure,” she jokes, cutting Chloe an amused glance.
Chloe giggles. “I honestly didn’t think it would blow up. But I’m glad it did ‘cause not finding you would have sucked.”
Beca clears her throat, looking down for a second. “Me too. I was really beating myself up for not asking for your number back in Paris.”
Chloe’s lips curve in a small smile, and she looks like she’s about to say something, but it’s their turn to order.
Ice creams in hand, they settle down on the grass to enjoy them. The weather is nice, not too hot with a gentle breeze rolling by once in a while.
“So what are some of your life goals, then?” Chloe asks once they’ve sat down.
“Making a living out of music is the main one,” she says. “I work as assistant producer right now, but the job is pretty crappy.”
“I may or may not have stalked your Instagram,” Chloe admits next. “You have an amazing voice.”
“Oh,” Beca lets out, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Thanks.” She clears her throat. “You’re into music?” Strangely something that hadn’t come up during their texting.
Chloe nods, smiling. “I was in an acapella group in college.”
Beca’s eyebrows shoot up, and she laughs before she can help herself. “Wait, seriously? You’re an acapella nerd?”
Chloe shoves her shoulder, laughing as well. “Shut up.”
“I guess we all make questionable choices in college, huh?”
Chloe huffs, throwing Beca a glare. Beca spots a sprinkle of amusement in her eyes, so she doesn’t think Chloe is truly mad.
“I’m just messing with you,” she says, softening. “I think any kind of music is neat. And singing without instruments is actually pretty impressive.”
“Thanks,” Chloe says lightly. “There’s just… something about music, you know. It soothes the soul and makes you escape the real world for a few minutes.”
A genuine smile curves Beca’s lips. It’s exactly how she would describe what music does to her. “Yeah.”
She eyes Chloe’s profile, still a little bit struck over the fact that this gorgeous girl is on a date with her.
“What?” Chloe asks with curiosity swirling in her eyes when she catches Beca staring.
Beca blinks. “Nothing. I…” she clears her throat. “You’re just really pretty.” She scrunches up her nose. “See? I’m awkward as fuck.”
Chloe chuckles and slides her hand into Beca’s free one. “I think it’s cute.”
Beca grumbles. “I’m not cute, I’m badass.”
Their time together flies by as they learn more about one another, Beca even managing to convince Chloe to show her some acapella videos. The sun sets without either realizing and the park is near empty, save for a couple strolling by in the distance.
“I should head back to Aubrey’s,” Chloe says when it gets a bit chillier. “I said I’d be home for dinner.”
Beca is a bit disappointed, but she nods, smiling. “Okay.”
She pushes to her feet and helps Chloe to hers, her eyes dropping to Chloe’s lips once they’re both standing.
“You know… I didn’t really care about the video,” Chloe murmurs, stepping closer. “I saw you at the restaurant and thought you were really cute. When I spotted you again later, I had to think of something.”
Beca raises an eyebrow. “I noticed you at the restaurant, too.”
“I know. You weren’t being very subtle.”
Beca huffs. “Shut up.”
Chloe simply laughs, her eyes sweeping down to Beca’s lips before she leans in. Beca is a lot less nervous this time around, and she hums as those familiar lips glide over hers flawlessly, her hands bunching up in Chloe’s top as she holds her waist. It’s over way too soon for her liking, but she has to remind herself they’re in public, and how she’ll probably get to do that again very soon.
“See you soon?” Chloe murmurs when they part, brushing her nose against Beca’s.
Beca nods and squeezes her waist. “Yeah.”
With one last kiss, she watches Chloe go in a similar state of a daze as in Paris.
Something tells her this is the start of something amazing.
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Confessing to their Roommate HC
Request: Can I please request a follow up to your roommate headcanons where Bokuto and Kuroo fall for y/n? Oikawa too if you want even though she seemed more interested in Iwa. Thank you💚💚💚 || Can you write pt 2 for roommate hcs and make it romantic? Thanks!
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the request! I still decided to write for Oikawa too cause I can’t help it I love him just as much. These two parts aren’t connected but if you haven’t read the “platonic” roommate version, read it here! Also someone asked for NSFW but I changed it to be more SFW! Hope that’s okay!
Warnings: mentions of sexual partners, naked shower interaction, sexual innuendo
Pairing: Kuroo || Oikawa || Bokuto
-Kuroo
Okay, so you know how Oikawa developed feelings for you while living together? Well my boy Kuroo isn’t as slick, this boy willingly moved in with you KNOWING FULL WELL he had feelings
And this boy had been crushing on you for years but has ever admitted it to you because he values what you two have. This doesn’t stop him from leaving little signs that are painfully obvious
It was about to be exactly one year since you two moved in together so Kuroo decided to do something special. You came home from hanging out with your friends to find him setting up a flower arrangement in the kitchen
“ Who are the flowers for?”
“ Oh you know, just a special something for a special someone.”
“ Kenma’s birthday isn’t until October.”
“ What? No these aren’t for Kenma, these are for you!”
Your heart fluttered at the thought because hmmmmmm maybe you had a tiny little crush on your roommate and best friend but ha that was a crazy thought
From that day forward, the ~vibes~ in the apartment were different. Kuroo could feel himself warming up to the idea of telling you his feelings but he was still nervous that you didn’t feel the same way
This didn’t stop him from trying to flirt with you/win you over but you were none the wiser
“ Wow, you look really pretty today.”
“ Aw thanks, you too buddy.”
OUCH
“ I was thinking we could head over to that new restaurant by Kenma’s place. It was named ‘the most romantic dinner date in Japan’.”
“ Really? Sure lets go! I think Kenma and Yaku live over there, we should invite them to come along!”
OUCH OUCH
Don’t get me started on the time where you two were watching a movie in the living room after you had a long day at work. You could barely keep your eyes open but Kuroo hardly seemed to notice
“ Y/N, I’ve been meaning to tell you something. I don’t want you to freak out but I-”
* cue light snoring coming from your side of the couch*
OUCH OUCH OUCH
This went on for a while and one day, Kuroo just couldn’t take it anymore. He had just gotten back from the gym with Bokuto ( his own personal hypeman) so he was fully ready to tell you
You were on the couch with your laptop in your lap when Kuroo came home eager as ever
“ Oh hey, how was the gym-”
“ I love you.”
“ ….. “
“ ……”
“ ……”
“ …. I’ll be in the shower…”
Kuroo headed to the restroom to turn on the shower and left you there on the couch in a state of shock. Like surprised Pikachu but like 10x more if that makes sense
Your mind couldn’t even comprehend the idea like whaaaa????? LOVE??? Like what does that even mean??? Love like a friend? Like a best friend? Love like love love??
Yep you definitely needed clarification because if what he was saying was true, then you needed to confess your feelings to him too
Kuroo took off his gross sweaty ass gym clothes and stepped into the shower. He was relieved that he got it off his chest but goddamn why was it so awkward why didn’t you say anything why-
You pulled the shower curtain back all the way, causing Kuroo to yelp and grab the curtain away from you so he could cover himself
“ WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I’M NAKED!”
“ Nothing I haven’t seen before- look how can you just drop a bomb like that and leave like it’s nothing? You said you loved me and your first thought after was to take a shower?”
“ Y/N, please-”
“ I love you too. I love you Tetsuro, I mean it.”
Kuroo could’ve had a stroke right then and there. His heart swelled as he smiled widely back at you UNTIL you stepped into the shower with all of your clothes on
“ What the hell are you doing you weirdo?”
“ I’m trying to kiss you, you big dork. Or would you rather me wait until after you shower?”
Kuroo moved his wet hair away from his forehead and while one hand was still covering himself with the shower curtain, the other wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest and pressed his lips against yours
You kissed the droplets from his lips as the water from the showerhead poured down onto the two of you and for a moment, you two both forgot where you even were
You were the first one to pull away even though Kuroo felt himself lean into you for another kiss
“ Um, is it okay if we continue this after?”
“ What? I thought you didn’t mind getting a little wet? ;)”
“ But my socks are soaked :( “
“.....okay get out”
-Oikawa-
Moving in with you was one of the best ideas of Oikawa’s life cause he thought of how perfect things would be rooming with one of his best friends.
You two had always gotten along and he thought things would be ridiculously easy living with you. He couldn’t have been more wrong
He never really planned on ever falling for you but because you guys lived together, it was a slow build-up of “ oh shit I think I caught feelings for my roommate who lives in the room across from me”
He just finally wakes up one day and when he sees you sleepily making breakfast in the kitchen, his heart feels funny and his hands get clammy which rarely ever happens for Oikawa
Even though you had just woken up, your hair was pointing in every direction, and you were just wearing an oversized shirt, Oikawa’s breath hitched in his throat because he thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous
“ Morning Toru, can you do me a favor and help me with the dishes- why are you looking at me like that?”
“ L-Like what? I’m just looking at you normally!”
“ Oh okay, then come over here and help me.”
For the next couple of days, he watches you more closely than before and goes out of his way to show little acts of affection. Bless Oikawa’s heart this dude risks his own health to clean your room for you even though it resembled Chernobyl
One day as yall are wearing facemasks, he tells you a funny story where he accidentally saw Mattsun’s bare ass during a tournament and you laugh so hard to where you’re clutching your sides gasping for air. It makes his heart go flippy floppy because he loves hearing your laugh and oh no he’s really falling for you now
It eats away at Oikawa for not days, not weeks but MONTHS! He is terrified of you ever finding out that he has feelings for you because you two had been friends since middle school and this would surely ruin your relationship with him
PLUS you two live together! If he admits to you that he has feelings and you don’t feel the same way, it would ruin your living situation and he would surely have to move out
It didn’t help that you shamelessly thirsted flirted over his other best friend Iwa and that only hurt him more
You had your own life and own problems you were going through but even you noticed that Oikawa wasn’t being his usual self
Oikawa wasn’t a slut but he used to have a few fuck buddies but you hadn’t seen any girl come over in months. You were so curious that you even messaged your old friend who was Oikawa’s fuck buddy and she even told you that Oikawa said to her that he’s completely done with all of it and he’s trying to settle down with another girl
This shocks you completely because you were sure Oikawa would’ve said something to you about trying to get serious with a girl.
You couldn’t help but feel jealous, deep down you had feelings for Oikawa so to hear that he was reading for a relationship with a new mystery girl hurt you so much
This prompted you to call up Iwaizumi for advice because he was always fairly neutral like Switzerland
“ I think you’re overreacting. Why does it matter if he’s seeing someone else?”
“ BECAUSE!!!! I don’t know, I thought he trusted me but I guess not....You don’t understand Hajime, he’s been so different lately, something is off about him and I’m worried. Can you please talk to him for me?”
“ I don’t think I should get involved-”
“ OKAY GOTTA GO BYE!” You hung up the phone as Oikawa walked back into the apartment with dinner
“ Who were you on the phone with?”
“ Oh just Hajime. We were talking about um...Switzerland.”
Oikawa just shrugged it off but in the back of his mind, he felt his heart break even more because of course you were talking to Iwaizumi. He didn’t know how much longer he could ignore his feelings for you and he felt like he was a ticking time bomb
You watched from the couch as Oikawa quietly set up the table and you couldn’t help but ask him what was wrong
Oikawa reassured you that everything was fine but you knew better
“ Toru, are you sure? You’ve been acting weird for the past couple of months, you know you can be honest with me.”
Oikawa scoffed, this dude SCOFFED AT YOU and you’re like??? Why you pissy??? Why the sass??
“ Okay, be honest. Do you like Iwa-chan?”
YOU??? LIKING IWAIZUMI???
Okay you lowkey understood where he was coming from but come on, it was incredibly easy to flirt with Iwa because he always gave you NOTHING in return and it was just fun to mess with the dude
You shook your head as you got up from the couch and walked over to where Oikawa was standing in the dining room
“What? No of course not!”
“ Then why do you always flirt with him in front of me? ~ Oh Hajime, my room is always open for you!~ Hajime, this is the ring I would want if you proposed~ Hey, Hajime-”
“ I don’t sound like that and why does it matter if I flirt with Hajime?”
Oikawa doesn’t even think twice, the words flow out so easily from his mouth and he doesn’t have time to cut himself off
“ Because I’m jealous and I have feelings for you.”
You could hear a pin drop in the room that’s how eerily quiet it was. Oikawa kept his intense gaze on you and you were absolutely stunned
“ You have feelings for me?”
Even saying it out loud feels weird but oddly comfortable coming our from your mouth
Oikawa nods after a moment and sighs dramatically,” I’ve liked you for months now but damn it, I think I’m actually in love with you. And I’m sorry, I’m really sorry if this ruins everything. If Iwa-chan makes you happy then go for it. I think you have questionable taste in men but-”
You practically threw yourself at Oikawa and you kissed him so hard to where he bumped the table, causing some of the takeout to spill onto the hardwood floor
My dude doesn’t even hesitate to kiss you back because oh yes, sweet relief he is actually kissing you. His head hurts from bumping against the wall and he’s sure you just stepped in a glob of noodles but you don’t even care because you just needed to shut this fool up and show him how much you care about him
“ Wait, does this mean you like me? And not Iwa-chan?”
“ I just kissed you and you have the audacity to ask if I like Hajime?”
“....You’re right, can we go back to kissing now?”
-Bokuto-
Bokuto my love my boy my rock
He would handle his crush on you way different than Oikawa and Kuroo
When you two moved in together, he didn’t have feelings for you but overtime, he found himself excited to come home to see you and would always look forward to hearing about your day
I don’t even think he would realize his true feelings for you until he took a water break from practice to call Akaashi. They talked about the Black Jackals and their upcoming game and somehow, you were brought up
“ Oh Y/N? She’s great, she’s been working a lot lately and it does get kind of lonely without her around the apartment. I miss her when she’s away and since I’m always at practice, we haven’t been able to spend much time together and it sucks because I care a lot about her. But she said she would come to my games and that’s exciting cause if she comes, I know I’ll play better since she can cheer me on…”
This goes on for some time and Akaashi patiently listens to his senior even though it’s obvious that Bokuto has a crush on you
“ Bokuto-san, I think you have feelings for Y/N.”
“ You think so!? You know, now that you mentioned it…”
Bokuto thought back to all the times you two hung out alone and smiled as he vividly recounted all of the memories you two shared
Now that Akaashi had brought it to his attention, it did make sense why his heart would ever skip a beat whenever he saw you and why his mouth felt dry whenever you called him sweet names
You would think Bokuto would rush to the apartment to confess to you his feelings but just this once, he takes a bit of time to think things over in his head. He realized that deep down, he always had feelings for you ever since the two of you were in high school
He wasn’t sure why it took him so long to realize that he cared about you more than anyone else
Unlike Kuroo and Oikawa, Bokuto was ready to tell you exactly how he felt that night. Even if he wasn’t sure if you would share the same feelings for him
He practically barged back into the apartment but stopped in his tracks when he saw that you were curled up on the couch fast asleep
Your fingers were barely hanging on to your textbook as you snored quietly. Bokuto smiled to himself as he walked over and carefully took the textbook from your hands and bookmarked your page for you before scoping your body up into his strong arms
You tensed up in his arms but once you heard Bokuto’s comforting voice that reassured you it was him, your body relaxed into his touch
“ Ko, you’re finally home,” You yawned as he led you back to your bedroom,” did you have fun at practice?”
“ Mhm, lots of fun. What are you doing up so late? Don’t you have class tomorrow morning?”
“ I do but I wanted to stay up to make sure you got home okay.”
You always had a soft spot for Bokuto, he was your best friend after all but ever since you two had moved in together, you felt something shift in your friendship.
You found yourself going out of your way to stay up at nighttime to make sure Bokuto got home from practice safe and even though it messed up your sleep schedule, you wouldn’t have had it any other way
Bokuto dipped your body into your mattress and moved the covers up to your chest before he sat on the edge of your bed.
Even though you were tired, you could still tell that something was different about Bokuto. He was usually more talkative but as you watched him play with the hem of your blanket quietly, you knew he was deep in thought
Now that you were in front of him, he was nervous to confront you about his feelings. He was terrified that you wouldn’t feel the same way about him and the thought of you not being in his life because of it made him emo to the max
“ Is everything okay Kotaro?” You hardly ever used his first name and even Bokuto was caught off guard
“ Can you promise me something?” Bokuto asked softly as you sat up from your bed and scooted closer to him
“ Of course, what is it?”
“ Don’t be mad at me okay? Promise me you won’t get mad and leave me alone.”
OUCHHHHH MY POOR BABY!
“ Kotaro, I would never be mad and I would never leave you,” You said, a bit wary since you had never seen him this serious before,” what’s wrong? What happened?”
Bokuto bit the inside of his cheek and once he opened his mouth, he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking
“ I feel like an idiot because, after all this time of us being friends and living together, I just realized tonight that I think- I know I have feelings for you. I’m in love with you but I understand if you don’t feel the same way and if you want me to move out I completely understand. The last thing I would ever want is for you to feel uncomfortable in your own apartment.”
Your heart BURST cause your best friend, your roommate, your secret crush was admitting and confessing to you that he loved you
“ You’re not playing a trick on me right? Because I want to tell you that I like you too but if you’re just saying this to be funny than I’m gonna be mad.”
You inhaled sharply as Bokuto squeezed your had that you didn’t even know he was holding before he looked back down at you,” I’m not playing a trick...I can prove it to you if you’ll let me?”
Bokuto took a quick glance at your lips and back up at your eyes to wait for your approval and once you nodded, Bokuto slowly leaned his head down and pressed his soft lips against yours
He smiled against your lips once he felt your body melt into his and he couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle when you pulled him closer to your frame
“ You’re still sweaty from practice,” You finally said as you pulled away for a moment so you could catch your breath
“ Oh my bad, I can go shower right now-”
“ Mmm just five more minutes.”
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Haha it is I the naeleon gremlin I am here to request more wholesome naeleon content *gremlin noises* Ok but real talk can i request just something sweet and wholesome for naeleon? Thanks :p
hello fellow naeleon gremlin <3
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Ship: Naeleon
Characters: Leon Kuwata, Makoto Naegi, Kyoko Kirigiri (mentioned), Sayaka Maizono (briefly)
Warnings: n/a
*I'm always a slut for dumbasses in love, non-despair based setting
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Leon Kuwata was totally, completely fucked over.
He hadn't meant to admit his crush to Sayaka, but she had brought up Makoko and it had maybe slipped that Leon thought he had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen and this his hair looked so soft that he just wanted to touch it. "Oooh, Leon Kuwata do you have a cruuush?" Sayaka dragged out the last word and his already red face went even hotter.
"No! I have no idea what you're talking about!" He blurted, shaking his head. "I don't have a stupid crush on Makoto and you'll never be able to prove that I do, so there!" He stood and speed-walked to the door, closing it behind him. He slumped against the wall and resisted the urge to bang his head into it. Stupid stupid stupid. He couldn't have a crush on Makoto.
He jumped and let out a (if you asked him, very manly) yelp as someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Sorry, Leon! You just looked really red. Are you feeling alright?" Oh of course. Fate was taunting him, making this entire situation as embarrassing as possible just to spite him.
"Yep, i'm totally fine!" He grinned, flashing him a thumbs up. Makoto smiled and Leon couldn't help but silently think it brightened the hallway slightly. "So uh, why're ya over here, didn't you have plans with Kirigiri?" Makoto was almost always hanging out with someone, the boy even liked Byakuya and nobody liked Byakuya. Well, except Toko.
"Yeah! I told her I was free this weekend and she said I should ask if you're free too. Maybe we can do something together!" He looked like an excited puppy, eyes big and sparkly and mouth still curved into that same excited smile. Leon swallowed any nerves he had before he nodded. It would just be a...friend thing, right? They could hang out in the dorms or something, so he let instinct take over as he replied.
"Yeah, i'm free! There's a new cafe down the street, maybe we can go there?" Makoto agreed before someone else called his name and he waved goodbye to Leon before rushing over. The redhead stood there for a moment before it set in that he had basically asked Makoto Naegi on a date. Sayaka was never going to let him live this down.
The next two days passed in a dull blur and before he knew it he was standing in front of that same goddamn cafe he had mentioned. He opened the door and scanned the building. The air smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, tables full of people studying or talking to others. "Leon!" Makoto waved him over to one of the tables near a window.
"Hey, Naegi." He slipped into the chair across from the boy, trying to ignore the feeling of his stomach twisting itself into knots. This was fine, neither of them had even called it a date yet. He looked down at the cup he had been slid and took a sip. He was surprised when the slightly sweet taste of his favorite drink met his tongue. He looked up at Makoto, who's cheeks were a light shade of red.
"Sayaka told me what you like, I hope it's okay." Leon nodded and set his cup back down. "So Leon, what do you like to do? I know you're the Ultimate Baseball Star, but I haven't heard you talk about baseball very much." Makoto sipped his own drink and Leon couldn't help but notice it even smelled sickly sweet. Leave it to the walking ray of sunshine to drink tooth-rottingly sugary drinks.
"I'm not really..interested in baseball. I mean I was, but it's kind of boring to me now. My talent basically made people force me to play, so I'm not that invested in it," he shrugged. "I really like music, though. I want to become a musician instead. That's why I hang out with Sayaka so much, she's helping me learn more about that type of stuff." He finished talking before taking another sip of his drink.
"I think you'd make a good musician, Leon." The redhead almost choked on his drink as Makoto leaned onto his hand. "I mean, if you don't like your Ultimate you shouldn't have to keep going down that path." Oh god he was perfect. Sayaka could make fun of him all she wanted, he was completely smitten.
The next few hours seemed to pass too quickly. Leon learned that Makoto was a dog person, he believed in lucky objects like clovers, his favorite color was green, and that he was trying to help Byakuya not be as much of a dick to other people but it wasn't really...working. Every sentence just helped Leon confirm he liked this dork who enjoyed overly sweet coffee and saw the best in everyone.
By the time they had finished and gotten back to Hope's Peak, his nerves had melted away and they were laughing over stupid jokes as they approached the dorms. "Oh, this is mine." Makoto stopped in front of the door. "I had a really good time, Leon." There was something unreadable in the green hues of Makoto's eyes as he addressed the baseball star.
"I did too, Makoto," he replied. Makoto paused for a moment before leaning in to kiss the redhead on the cheek. He thanked him again before disappearing into his dorm, the door closing behind him. Leon raised a hand to press his fingers to the spot, face hot as he swallowed heavily. So Makoto...liked him back then? Cool. Cool. This was fine, he wasn't freaking out at all!
He turned to go freak out in his own dorm but froze when he saw Sayaka's cheshire cat grin. "I don't have a crush on Makoto, Sayaka! You'll never prove that I do!" She mocked in a poor imitation of his voice. He groaned and buried his face in his hands as she continued to tease him.
He was never living this down.
#naeleon#leon kuwata#makoto naegi#pining#crush#they're both idiots#but i love them#svgarprompts#trigger happy havoc
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Mini Fanfic #691: Mother Kagura Strikes Again (King of Fighters)
12:57 a.m. at the Sound Beach.......
Kyo: (Walking Next to Chizuru to the Large Beach House They Are Staying for the Week) Sheesh....I know our mission and the whole Verse fiasco would be challenging and all, but I didn't think it would be damn near confused! ('Sigh') So much for having a normal tournament for once....
Chizuru: There are a lot of things that we still don't know about the tournament yet, Kyo. It's best not to worry too much about it in this time of hour
Kyo: Yeah. I guess you have a point there. (Opens the Door For Himself and Chizuru) After all the crap we been through today, I'm just glad I get some shut- (Eyes Widened at What is in Front of Him) eye......
K': (Angrily Screams at the TV Screen While Playing Mario Kart 64 with Rock) You Goddamn, Motherfucking, PIECE OF SHIT!
Rock: Why do you keep yelling at the game for!? It's distracting!!
K': Maybe I wouldn't be pissy if that DUMBASS WARIO DIDN'T TRY AND SCREW ME OVER!!
Rock: K', this is 150cc Grand Prix. OF COURSE WARIO WOULD TRY TO SCREW YOU OVER! YOU NEED TO GET GOOD!
K': (Glares at Rock) YOU NEED TO SHUT UP!!
Shingo: (Loudly Cheers For Both Sides to Win the Race) COME ONE, YOU GUYS!! ONE OF YOU HAVE TO WIN AT SOME POINT! IT'S NOT THAT HARD!!
K': YOU AIN'T HELPING, KID!!!
Rock: He's right! You're.... really not helping us right now, Shingo! I'm sorry!
Shingo: I'M HELPING PLENTY!!!!
Kula: (Too Busy Happily Eating her Bowl of Ice Cream Throughout the Loud Chaos)
Kyo: The hell are we looking at right now?.....
Chizuru: (Sighs While Placing her Hand on her Forehead and Slowly Shaking her Head) I'm not even sure myself. But this must end....(Turns to the Group From a Distance) Everyone!!
The living room is still getting louder with bickering and rage until.....
Kyo: (Stomp his Feet to the Ground) HEY!!!!!
And with that, the group of four immediately stop at what they were doing turns to the Scared Treasures Duo in Silence, with K' and Rock slowly pausing the game altogether.
Shingo: O-Oh uhh...H-Hey, you guys! (Immediately Starts Chuckling Awkwardly) So how was your day together?
Kyo: Confusing and tiring. We were going to have ourselves an actual R&R till we saw you bozos acting a fool in Mario Kart.
Chizuru: (Crosses her Arms While Giving the Group a Motherly Glare) What have gotten into you four? Do you have any idea what time it is right now? Why on Earth are you all making a loud ruckus in the middle of the night?
Shingo: Just......(Slowly Begins to Shrugs) Cause?
Chizuru: Shingo-kun......Be honest.
Shingo: ('Sighs in a bit of Defeat') Okay. So....we didn't know how long you guys would be gone for. Soooooo....We decided to do stuff around the house to keep us company.
Rock: We ordered pizza, watched three movies....
Kula: (Smiles Brightly) I got ice cream!~
Rock: We made Kula a bowl of ice cream, and play some video games afterwards. With K' being a sore loser with all the games we've played so far....
Kyo: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. I can definitely believe that already.
K': (Glares at Kyo While Balling his Fist) You wanna an ass whooping session already, Kusanagi?
Kyo: (Gives K' a Smug Smirk on his Face) I like to see you try, Mr. Sore Loser.
Kula: (Giggles Softly at K's Dispense)
Chizuru: ('Sigh') No fighting each other please. It has been a long day and I believe it's high time for all of you to get a goodnight's rest.
Kula: (Immediately Starts Getting Sad) Awwwww.....Do we really have to go to sleep now?
Chizuru: (Simply Nodded) I'm afraid so, my dear. I'm certain that Maxima and Serah wouldn't be too happy to see either of you don't get enough sleep, now would they?
Kula: ('Sighs in Defeat') Noooo....They won't......
K': (Rolled his Eyes) They'll probably start chewing out ears off if they notice we've been dozing off....
Rock: Same with Mary. (Chuckles Lightly) Though, I'm pretty sure she would give some sort of stern lecture about the importance of getting sleep or whatever. Still love her though.
Kyo: What about Shingo over here? (Gives Shingo a Smug Smirk as Well) I'm sure Momma Kagura wouldn't be too pleased to see her boy dozing off either
K': ('Heh') Yeah. We wouldn't want that now would we?
Shingo: (Glares at Kyo and K') Really, you guys? You think just because I called Chizuru-Senpai "mom" once, you just assumed that she would be worried about me 24/7?
Kyo: Yep.
K': Pretty much.
Rock: (Slowly Starts to Shrug) I mean, you did call her mom
Kula: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Mmhmm~
Shingo: Yeah, well.....Too bad! (Crosses his Arms) Cause there's no way that would ever happened-
Chizuru: On the contrary, Shingo-kun, Kyo is right.
Shingo: Yeah! You tell 'em, senp- (Eyes Widened at What Chizuru Just Said) W-W-What now?
Chizuru: I said that Kyo is right, Shingo-kun. (Gives Shingo a Genuine, Worried Look on her Face) I would've been very worried if you haven't gotten yourself enough sleep throughout the week.
Kyo: (Smirk Grew a bit Wider at Shingo) You were saying?
Shingo: I-I-I....('Sighs in Utter Defeat') I'll get enough sleep for your sake, senpai....
Chizuru: (Smiles Softly) Thank you. I hope the rest of you would do the same.
K': Whatevs. (Goes Upstairs) I'm going to bed.
Kula: (Waves at Everyone Else While Following K') Goodnight, everybody! Sweet dreams!~
Rock: (Yawns While Making His Way to his Room As Well) I might as well get some shut eye too. Been a long day....
Shingo: Same. (Waves at Kyo and Chizuru) Goodnight, Kyo. Goodnight, mo- (Eyes Widened Again Once He Realized What he Was About to Say) I-I-I MEAN! S-S-SENPAI...uhh-
Kyo: (Chuckles Lightly at Shingo's Dispense) Go to bed already, you momma's boy.
Chizuru: (Giggles Softly Waves at Shingo) Have a goodnight sleep, my dear son~
Shingo: (Blushes Before Sighing Heavily) Okayyyy.....(Slowly Makes his Way to his Room)
Kyo: (Watches Shingo Going to his Room With an Amused Look on his Way) I swear. That dork is too easy sometimes.
Chizuru: You go to bed too, Kyo.
Kyo: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock While Turning to Chizuru) Wait, what!? Why me too?
Chizuru: We have a busy day ahead of us tommorow. You need just as much as sleep as everyone else in this house.
Kyo: Yeah, but I'm practically an adult now. I'm way too mature to get tired that easily.
Chizuru: (Has a Unconvinced Look on her Face) Right....And tell me. (Raised an Eyebrow) How are things going for you in high school as of late?
Kyo: (Went Completely Silent for a Few Seconds Before Sighing and Making his Way to his Room as Well) I'll see you in morning, Chizuru......
Chizuru: (Giggles Softly) Likewise, Kyo. Goodnight.
'Room Door Close'
Chizuru: (Sighs While Sitting Herself Down on the Living Room's Sofa and Frowns a bit in Worry) Verse....Orochi.....All of these things and more are a lot more troubling to think about for my liking. Who knows what this tournament will have in store us.....(Looks up and See the Nintendo 64 is still on) Hmm.....Well....(Smiles a Little While Picking Up a Controller herself) I suppose a simple game of Mario Kart could help ease my mind for a bit.
And with that, Chizuru at some video games till she eventually fall asleep on the sofa.
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@kof-headcanons
@kingoffighters
@caleb13frede
@italian-love-cake
@snk-universe
@albion-93
@ma-lemons
@pkrhythm12
#king of fighters#chizuru kagura#kyo kusanagi#shingo yabuki#rock howard#k'#kula diamond#verse (mentioned)#orochi (mentioned)#blue mary (mentioned)#maxima (mentioned)#a lot of fluff#humor#chizuru is best mom#takes place during KOF XV#edited
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Underneath The Spotlight- A Sanders Sides Fic
Chapter 8- Dreaming of Dancing with You
Read chapter one here!
Read here on ao3!!
Warnings for this chapter: low self esteem, kissing
A/N: this chapter is long because it covers a lot of stuff... now that I think about it I probably should have put this into two separate chapters, but oh well! This’ll probably be the longest chapter in the whole fic, so enjoy! And buckle up, because like I said, a lot of stuff goes down in this one
Also look what I learnt how to do!!
Dance shows were somewhat of a whirlwind of glitter and makeup for Roman. It was hard to find a minute to collect his thoughts in the midst of this hurricane in which he could somehow find a rhythm. It went a little something like this: dance your heart out onstage, get changed at near impossible speed, repeat. That wasn’t to imply, however, that he didn’t love every second of it. To him, dance was far more than just a hobby. It was a passion, a part of him- every time he went up on that stage he felt like his destiny was calling him, and only by going out there, dancing to the very best of his ability and having the time of his goddamn life could he truly fulfil it. He had no doubts about the fact that a career in professional dance was the right path for him. Dance had brought him so many amazing things- priceless memories that would last a lifetime, a medium in which to express himself, a circle of friends for whom he would do just about anything, and... the chance to fall in love with the only other dancer who rivalled his technical precision. Logan Berry, Roman couldn’t think of him without swooning a little. He was head over heels for the stoic boy- Logan’s dancing was perfect on every level, and his personality had a charm that Roman could only describe as irresistible. So many times, Roman had missed his cue or forgotten steps due to being distracted by gazing at Logan. So many times, Roman had been overcome with joy at being partnered with him and looked forward to every ballroom rehearsal for the chance to waltz his adorable nerd around the studio. So many times, Roman had wanted to tell his dance partner how he truly felt, but had become too nervous at the last minute. He’d been practically heartbroken a few hours ago when Logan had confessed all those insecurities to him- how could someone so perfect think so little of himself? But Roman couldn’t afford to let his feelings distract him at a time like this. After enjoying performing the ballroom routine with Logan one last time, he had another dance swiftly afterwards and had to be ready quickly. No room to be thinking about anything else. Dance, change costume, repeat.
After the ballroom number, Logan decided to take a short break and stand outside the dressing room for a while. Waltzing with Roman on the stage, with all the lights and the music and the romantic atmosphere had made him a little emotional. Logan was not an expert in feelings but he did know that he liked Roman a whole lot. He was an amazing dancer, and charismatic enough to sweep anyone off their feet. But, for the past few years, Logan had been lucky enough for it to be him. He doubted Roman could ever feel the same- why would someone as popular and charming as Roman ever like someone as nerdy and awkward as him? He just thanked his lucky stars that he got to experience dancing with Roman, hoped that his fortune would continue, and that they’d be partnered together again, and never expected anything more to happen between them.
Just at that moment, Roman himself came stumbling out of the dressing room corridor, already wearing his next costume... or just about. Logan noticed immediately that his laces were untied. As Roman began descending the small staircase that Logan was at the bottom of, he immediately tripped over his lace and came falling down. Luckily, Logan had unnaturally quick reflexes and was able to run towards the stairs and catch his prince. Roman instinctively wrapped his arms around Logan’s back to support himself, their faces were suddenly extremely close together. Logan felt the heat rise to his as he saw Roman blush as well. He did his best not to cringe at the awkwardness.
“I- I- Ro-“ he stammered, hardly able to form words. He was carrying Roman Kingsley. Perfect, handsome, charming Roman Kingsley was in his arms, staring right into his eyes. Logan, what are you doing, kiss him you idiot! Without even thinking about it, Logan leaned in and kissed Roman on the lips. He pulled back almost immediately, what on Earth had he been thinking?! He placed the other back onto the ground, regret washing over him like a tidal wave.
“Roman, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
Roman placed a hand firmly on Logan’s shoulder.
“Logan. It’s fine. Trust me, it’s absolutely fine. In fact, it’s way more than fine...”
Logan’s breath hitched in shock.
“Wha... you... like me back?” he said, barely audible.
“You like me?!” Roman said, much louder, forgetting to control his volume in his shock.
“Would you keep your voice down?!” Logan hissed.
“Sorry...” Roman said.
“So, let us review,” said Logan. “I like you. A lot.”
“And I like you a lot too,” Roman said, looking down and smiling sheepishly.
“So... do you want to be... you know...”
Roman lovingly placed a finger on Logan’s lip, smiling that wonderful smile of his.
“I do, Logan. I really do.”
This intimate moment between them was abruptly interrupted as the door that led to backstage was flung open to reveal Mr Picani, looking panicked.
“There you are, Roman!” he almost shouted, now looking visibly relieved at the sight of the school’s best dancer. “What have you been doing?! You’re on in like twenty seconds, come on over here!”
“Oh, right!” Roman said, running to take his place in the wings.
Logan sighed fondly. “Tie your shoes before you go on stage!” he shouted after his... boyfriend?
“Thanks, Logan!” Roman shouted back. Logan could barely believe what had just happened, but he still couldn’t stop himself from staring after Roman, grinning like an idiot. Yep, he was the luckiest guy in the whole world...
Logan stayed in the same spot until Roman returned from his dance, unable to wait to talk to him again. He came back towards Logan, smiling brightly.
“How did it go?” Logan asked.
“Brilliant!” Roman said. “I honestly couldn’t stop smiling...” he admitted shyly.
Logan blushed a little as Roman took his arm.
“Shall we go?” he asked.
Logan sighed. “Dork.”
“Nerd.”
“Prep.”
“Oh, come on, you love me.”
“You’re... not exactly wrong there.”
Roman blushed furiously at hearing that for the first time. “I love you too, Logan.”
However, although they might have thought so, the shocking developments of the day were not over for Logan and Roman. As soon as they arrived in the dressing room, they saw Patton perched in Janus’ lap as the latter played with the smaller boy’s hair, both of them already in their ballet costumes. The taller boys’ mouths gaped open in surprise. It seemed they weren’t the only ones to realise their feelings for each other during the show. When they saw the other two enter, Patton and Janus both immediately sprang up.
“It’s not what it looks like!” Janus cried out.
“Ye-yeah! W-we, uh, we w-were j-just!” Patton stammered, desperately looking to Janus for help.
“Umm... I was parting Patton’s hair into position for the ballet dance?” Janus said, giving the best excuse he could think of on the spot.
“That still doesn’t explain why he was in your lap,” Logan deadpanned.
“I... um... we... uh... I...” Patton trailed off, completely at a loss for words. “Janus, I don’t think there’s any getting out of this,” he sighed.
“What? Guys, what’s going on?” Roman asked.
“Alright, alright,” Janus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re right, Pat, I don’t think there’s any way we can lie about this now. So Logan, Roman- here’s the truth. I’ve been in love with Patton for months. I kissed him and confessed my feelings after the ballroom dance earlier.”
Patton walked back towards him, leaning into his boyfriend as Janus put his arm around him. “And I told him I loved him too!” Patton said through his giggles. “Because I do... a whole lot.”
“Oh my gosh, guys, that’s so sweet,” Roman said, overwhelmingly happy and excited for his two friends. “This is just awesome news And, speaking of!” he continued, unable to wait to share his news with his two closest friends. “Logan and I... are actually dating too now!”
“Roman!” Logan spluttered, quickly turning bright red.
“Oh gosh sorry, I didn’t realise we weren’t telling people...” Roman said. “Jeez, I’m so sorry Lo...” he hid his head in his hands.
Logan sighed. “It is... alright, Roman. Although, Janus and Patton, I would appreciate it if we could keep this between us for the time being.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” Janus assured him.
“Of course. And congratulations, guys!” Patton chirped.
After the conversation subsided, Patton returned to Janus’ lap, and the other two sat down with Logan’s head resting on Roman’s shoulder. It was a good few minutes until someone spoke up again.
“Hey, where are Remus and Virgil?” Roman asked.
“Oh, they went to the foyer to get some snacks before the audience go and buy them all in the interval,” Janus stated.
“If I am correct, we were explicitly told by the teachers that we aren’t allowed to do that,” Logan said.
“Yeah, Remus knows that,” Roman said. “Not that he really cares...”
Patton looked slightly confused. “Shouldn’t they be back by-“
“What the hell is going on here?!” Remus said, as he and Virgil burst through the door of the dressing room, each carrying an armful of snacks.
“As if on cue,” Janus said sarcastically, as neither Patton nor the other two made any attempt to cover up what was going on.
“What the heck did we miss?!” Virgil said.
“Yeah!” said Remus. “We seem to have missed the memo on your random impromptu cuddle party or whatever the hell this is! I’m assuming that’s all that’s going on here...” he looked suspiciously at them.
The two couples looked at each other in silent agreement, knowing that, from now on, if they truly wanted this to be a secret, they’d have to be more careful.
“No... that’s not all that’s going on here,” Logan spoke up. “Roman and I... we’re together now.”
“And so are me and Patton,” said Janus.
“Surprise!” Roman said weakly, while doing jazz hands.
“Jeez, not quite what I expected but I can’t say I’m surprised,” Remus said. “Like Ro, I’ve known about your crush on Lo for ages even though you didn’t tell me. And Patton, how could you not have noticed the way Jan Jan looks at you?”
The four of them blushed furiously. Virgil was still unable to speak as his eyes bulged in shock at the news.
“You ok, Virge?” Patton asked, tilting his head in concern.
“Yeah, I’m good, just a little surprised I guess...”
“Whoa whoa whoa, hold up a second!” Remus interrupted, sounding as if he’d just been struck by a genius idea. “So Pat and Janus are together, and you two nerds are also together... meaning me and Virge are the only two left over...” he finger-gunned towards Virgil, grinning in a way that was half-cunning, half-flirtatious.
Virgil began to laugh nervously.
“Stop right there, garbage man, I can see where this is going, and, let me tell ya, it’s not gonna-“
“Oh, come on, Virge, would it really be that bad?! I... I like you a lot, and if you want to, I’d love to give us a try...” he admitted, not caring that he was in front of everyone although going a little quiet at the end.
Virgil backed away, holding his hands up in defence, his nervous laughter intensifying.
“No, I really don’t think so,” he said, exiting the dressing room and seemingly going for a walk down the corridor.
Remus sank down into a chair, looking deflated.
“We’re sorry, Remus...” Patton said.
“Nah, it’s fine, if he didn’t want to then that’s that. I don’t even know, I suppose I liked him for a while, just never fully realised it until now,” Remus admitted- being completely open and honest about his feelings was one of his strengths.
“Sometimes love works like that,” Roman mused.
Suddenly, Virgil came stomping back into the room, keeping his gaze towards the floor. All eyes were on him as they awaited whatever he was going to say.
“... you know what, fine,” he blurted out, still refusing to meet the eyes of the others. “Remus, I like you a lot too, I got a little overwhelmed just then but I really think I do wanna try dating you, and I’m just telling you all of this now before my anxiety can try to stop me.” He finally worked up the courage to look at Remus, whose face was breaking out into a bright grin.
“Virge, I’m so happy!” he said, letting his anxious now-boyfriend lean into him as he placed his arm around Virgil, once again reassuring him that everything was okay. He sighed and pouted a little.
“Don’t make me regret this, trash man.”
For the next few minutes, before having to get properly ready for the ballet routine, all six of them sat, talked and enjoyed the moment of calm while it lasted. They counted themselves as the luckiest people in the whole world, to have the chance to dance and perform, to have met such amazing friends through what had become so much more than just a hobby, and even to each fall in love with one of their fellow dancers, and realise these feelings in one of the most romantic settings possible- waltzing together on a grand stage. Despite the hundreds of people that had been watching them, Janus and Patton, Roman and Logan, Virgil and Remus- they only had eyes for each other...
A/N: all the ships are finally sailing! Hope it was worth it
Taglist: @sophiexwrites once again thank you so much for reading this and always leaving such sweet comments!
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I have a scenario request, and I'm not sure how many characters you'd do at same time, but I'll ask for it to Kuroo and Bokuto if i can. The idea is a scenario where both (separately) has a very hot, dirty dream with their crush, which is the Nekoma's volleyball manager? And they can't looking at her face the next day bc they remember everything? Thank you!!
fem reader*slight nsfw*
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bokuto koutarou
Your touch was so delicate as your hands moved across Bokuto’s bare chest. Hair perfectly framing your face as you loomed over him, hips moving in such a perfect pace. He noticed his hands looked large as they held your bare waist, he watched your perfect breasts move with every thrust of your hips, he felt an ache in his groin that was painful and strong.
He couldn’t believe this was finally happening - here you were, on top of him, and he was inside of you. And you looked so beautiful naked, just like he knew you would. This felt like a dream come true.
Actually… it really did feel like a dream.
The moment he realized that, it was ruined. His eyes shot open to see his ceiling - not you.
But the ache in his groin was still there - and it was as painful as ever. Remembering his dream only made it worse, and even though he felt dirty and kind of gross and very guilty, he had to relieve himself. And he couldn’t help where his mind wandered, just like he couldn’t control the dream he was just having.
He thought about that dream all day. There was nothing he could do to make himself stop thinking about it - the way your face looked when you moaned, the way your moans sounded when you said his name. And he’s sure he’s just been coming up with more and more lewd things to add to the dream, but he can’t help it - he wanted you so badly.
For the most part, Bokuto was fine until practice. Not only did he have a hard-on that just would not go away, but he had to see you there, in person, fully dressed and normal. And he was not prepared for that.
He had to look away from you, because if he didn’t he knew his eyes would wander lower, and he refused to be so rude. If he just ignored you, he would be fine. Maybe practice would help him forget about the dream.
Then, he felt a hand on his arm. His body nearly jumped out of his skin because that touch felt way too familiar.
“Hey Bokuto, do you want me to fill your water bottle? Or do you need me to help you stretch?”
“N-No, no, that’s fine Y/N, no thank you!”
His face was beat red as he was trying his best to look anywhere but at your face, because he really wanted you to help him stretch.
“Are you sure?”
And god, your voice sounded so sweet. He’d do anything to hear you saying his first name…
“Yeah, I’m sure - I have to… go over there now, bye!”
He ran away from you to the opposite side of the gym, adjusting his shorts as he went, and you were honestly concerned. Sure, Bokuto was always a bit silly, but he’d never acted so awkward around you.
So after practice, you made sure to catch him alone and talk to him about it.
When he saw you approaching him, though, he only had one thought running through his mind.
She knows.
He had no idea how you figured it out, maybe Akaashi had told you, but this made his entire day so much worse. There’s no way he could explain himself to you or give a proper apology without embarrassing the ever-loving shit out of himself. But he had to make things right.
“Are you okay, Bokuto?”
“I’m sorry!” he exclaimed. “I can’t help it, I don’t control my dreams! It’s just, I think you’re so attractive and - and I’ve liked you for so long and it was bound to happen but I’m sorry! I wish it didn’t! I’ll try to forget it, I promise! So please forgive me, Y/N!”
“…what are you talking about?”
He looked at you for the first time that entire day, eyes wide. And that’s when he realized:
She doesn’t know.
“Did you have a… a dream about me?” you giggled, and Bokuto wanted to run far, far away and never come back.
“I… I thought you knew so… I apologized… but you didn’t know, did you?”
You shook your head, still giggling.
“I forgive you,” you said, to which he gasped.
“You do?!”
“Yeah!” you laughed. “Everyone has them.”
“Even you?”
He watched your cheeks blush the lightest bit as you said, “yeah, even me.”
“Was it… by chance… about me?”
It was your turn to look at him with wide eyes.
“That is classified information, but… maybe you can text me and we can compare dirty dreams?”
Bokuto felt much better now - and flattered, and surprised, and nervous. “Yeah, I’d love that!”
And later on when you told him all about the dream you had, he was very surprised to learn how similar it was to his own.
kuroo tetsurou
At this point, Kuroo has had dozens of dreams about you. Considering you’re his next door neighbor, the manager of his volleyball team, his biology partner, and pretty high up on his list of best friends, it was obvious that he’d dream about you at least sometimes.
And ever since the two of you started texting more, he started to dream about you more. You were the last thing he thought about before he went to sleep, so he guessed his mind was just hooked on thinking about you.
He was fine with it - it was normal. Until last night, when his dream consisted of you underneath him, your body pressed against his own and his hips snapping into you as you screamed his name.
He knew you were attractive and he knew he liked you and he knew he always kind of wanted to have you under him moaning his name like a goddamned prayer, but he did not expect to dream about that.
He also didn’t think his brain was able to make you look so fucking hot, and that was only adding to his problems.
When he woke up, he took a cold shower and left his home before you left, so he wouldn’t have to walk to school with you - because he was not ready to see you.
God, you were hot. Like, the hottest person he knew. Kuroo would give anything to make his dream come true. He’s pretty sure dream you has way bigger tits than real you, but he doesn’t really mind. And he’s also positive that he wants to have that dream again, even if it is embarrassing as hell.
But for now, his main concern was the fact that he had to see you very soon. Like, you were going to walk into class at any moment. And he was trying to prepare himself, but every time he thought about you, all he saw was your naked body with your perfect curves and delectable thighs and kissable chest. He was trying to make those thoughts go away, until you walked through the door and ruined his chances.
Real you is way hotter than dream you.
“Good morning, Tetsurou, did you forget I existed or something? We’re supposed to walk here together, you know.”
Oh, if you only knew. Honesty, he wished he had forgotten about you.
“You look like you just saw a ghost.”
“Something like that,” he mumbled. He worked up the courage to look over at you, but doing so made him snicker - giving away his cover.
“What?” you asked.
Well, it couldn’t hurt to tell you. Right?
“Nothing,” he said. “I just… had a dream last night.”
“Ooh, a dream,” you chuckled, “how scandalous.”
“It was, actually. In fact, it was a very scandalous dream about you.”
“Me?”
“Yep.”
You looked quite shocked, which helped Kuroo not feel too embarrassed.
“Well, tell me about it.”
“Pass.”
“Tetsurou,” you warned.
“Ooh, that’s a familiar word,” he smirked, “Just say it a few dozen more times and then my dream will be a reality.”
You gasped and hit his shoulder, “Tetsu!”
“What?” he laughed. “You’re the one who wanted to hear about it!”
“You’re dirty,” you grumbled. “You’re telling me about it later.”
Finally, Kuroo saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe even a silver lining to this embarrassing dream.
“Okay - you can come over later and I’ll show you exactly what I dreamt.”
It’s not every day he has an opportunity for such a good pick up line. Usually when he tries to use one on you, he just falls flat on his face - but he was proud of that one.
“You’re a dork,” you said, popping his bubble. “But I’ll see you then.”
#Kuroo Tetsurou#Bokuto Koutarou#Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader#bokuto koutarou x reader#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu one shot#scenario#haikyuu x reader#not family friendly#fluff
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Emboîté Part 6
A/N - This is the final chapter. It’s a bit of a ride. As @youbloodymadgenius doesn’t love angst, I softened it with sickly sweet suckie fluff. I do have an epilogue in mind which I may or may not write. We’ll see.
Pairing – Ivar and Sarah (Aethelswith)
Words – 3,900 approx
We fell in love, blinding love, totally consumed by the other. Dance was the single and only part of my life that prevented me from being swallowed entirely by Ivar’s passion. I was his obsession and I loved it. Within a month we spent every moment outside of rehearsals and weekend performances together and when the seasonal break came, I taught ballet and we were glued at the hip for the rest of the time. Exploring the city like visitors, going to movies, countless suppers out, being that couple who couldn't sit without tangling in each other’s arms on the same side of the table.
Mornings, evenings, stolen moments in the day were spent making love. Our bodies moving as if in some race to absorb the other. Within a few months, there wasn’t a part of me, not an inch, not a speck of flesh, he hadn’t claimed and worshipped. Not a single thing two bodies could possibly do, that we hadn’t. His hands on my skin, my face, my tummy, everywhere, felt as familiar as my own. Always, always the moment he pushed inside me, his words of devotion would flow, how beautiful I was, how perfect I felt around him, how much he needed me, how lucky he was to have me, that I was his baby, his woman, his princess. It was fiercely intense and dangerously addictive without a moment to catch my breath. His relentless lips inhaling me, tasting me, gulping up every whimper and cry of his name.
Within half a year our bodies new the other so intimately, our love making could stretch hours or just a minute if that’s all that time would allow. Never parting without him reminding me that he was mine and I was his and that we fit together. It was true, we did. Was it healthy? Probably not but I didn’t care. He was unlike anyone I could have dreamt of. Not an easy man but a remarkable one. A man of extremes and complexities with an immense ability to feel. His brilliance and passion as vast and powerful as his fear of being without me. There was a pain inside him, it had been there long before me but somehow, he felt it less when we were together.
His moods, oh my god. They were overwhelming with his immediate reaction always being hurt or rejection. Our fights at times were brutal. Arguments that would start the same way each time with my desire to return home for a night or two. Heading back into season, I wanted to rest and refocus, get used to waking up in my own space in anticipation of the opening season.
Without fail, it would catapult him into a tailspin of anger, even despair. He refused to understand my desire for space or time alone, particularly after the man had purchased me everything I could ever want to keep at his place. Pajamas, clothing, toiletries, goddamn matching sweatsuits to his.
In truth, I didn’t really want to be away from but I felt I should. Should as an exercise in maintaining some shred of independence.
Opening night at the theatre was just over a month away and we were already fighting about my upcoming rehearsal schedule.
On those nights when I would simply walk out, leaving him to sit alone in the dark and brood or smash something against his concrete floors, I still lay awake on my crummy pull out couch and ache for him. Sometimes even cry for him. My body feeling adrift without his arm over me or his chest against my back anchoring me down. I’d wake in the morning to sometimes a dozen texts, the last few always sounding defeated. Was I like a drug to him? Possibly.
When I would return, he’d just embrace me, not allowing me to sit anywhere but in his lap, the hurt immediately forgotten. Always making me laugh by being a dork, doing something stupid like shoving his head up my shirt, pretending he was lost or someone had turned out the lights.
Ivar Lothbrok was the love of my life. My partner and my very best friend and I couldn’t imagine life without him. And one day, in an instant, with a single phone call, everything changed.
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“Hello.”
“Sarah!” Wynne’s urgent tone pulled me from the haze of sleep. Ivar’s heavy arm over my side.
“Wake up.”
“I’m awake.” Pushing down on the mattress, I forced myself up, leaning back against the headboard. Scooting toward me, Ivar again draped his arm across my outstretched legs. “What’s up?” I asked knowing by her rushed voice that this was not a call about scheduling.
“It’s Giovanna. She’s been tapped.”
“What?” my eyes shot wide. “Seriously?”
“Yes, Paris baby. And guess what else?”
“What?”
“You’re up girl. You’re in. You got lead. Board decided this morning. This is your official call.”
Mouth gaping, I couldn’t say a word.
“Sarah! You’re our new principal starting opening night. 4 weeks today.”
“Oh my god,” I replied in a whisper, looking down to Ivar’s face, half-buried in his soft pillow. As if feeling my eyes on him, his armed squeezed my legs.
“Right!?”
“Wow.”
“Yep, get in here so we can talk about your contract. Practice for you starts, like now.”
“Yeah, okay. Oh my god. Ok. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Dropping my phone onto the duvet, I exhaled loudly, closing my eyes. The thoughts were entering my brains so quickly, I felt as if I couldn’t hold on to a single one of them. I needed to get to the theatre.
“Ivar, I’m dancing lead.”
Looking up, he withdrew his arm, turning onto his side.
“I gathered, congratulations.”
“Giovanna…. she’s going. I learned so much from her. Now, I have to be her?”
“No, baby, be you. You’ve earned this. We should celebrate,” shifting closer, he lifted his head, extending his arms and yanked me by the waist down beside him.
“No,” I smiled, pushing meekly on his chest as he leaned in kissing the side of my face. “They are expecting me.”
“I’m expecting you,” he smirked rolling onto his back, heaving me over to straddle his waist.
“Come on. Let me just slip it in really quick before you go.”
“Ivar! Really romantic,” I laughed, looking down, pushing my legs further apart as his hands slid up my thighs, grabbing my hips and grinding up against me.
“I’ll make it the most romantic 3 minutes of your life.”
“Okay,” I laughed again, pulling off my camisole, bending down to get my morning kiss.
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The first week, I rehearsed full days often staying into the evening. Declining Ivar’s offers of picking me up or bringing me supper at the theatre. Hyper focussed, I did not want any interruption or distraction, not a single break in the pace I had set. At first, Ivar was understanding but within days, I could sense his hurt.
When I would arrive to his place late in the evening, he would go through the motions of being the supportive boyfriend, rubbing my feet, offering food, a hot bath but I could feel the resentment. His love making was needier, demanding, even pushy. Or, perhaps, I was beginning to detach. My mind, previously filled with thoughts of him and us, was consumed with preparation and the expectations of the following day’s practice. That and my body needed sleep, terribly. Not two hours of sex when I was already facing a short night with an early morning start.
Around and around we went the first week, the more I withdrew, the more desperate he became for my affection. Constantly needing reassurance. By the second week, I just couldn’t return to his place after rehearsal. I walked into my apartment, looking around as if I had never lived there. Texting him that night, I lied. My first ever lie to him. To my best friend and the love of my life. Said there was a problem with the water lines and the building manager had called. Explained that since I was already there, I was just going to head to bed.
The following night, I again returned to my apartment, and the night after that, my excuses sounding weaker and weaker and his frustration only growing. I started leaving out the back door of the theatre like some woman in hiding avoiding her abuser who may or may not be waiting in an SUV out front. My Poor Ivar. His only crime was loving me fiercely, compulsively. But I just couldn’t deal with it.
He called and called and texted. I began hitting the DECLINE button as I had no idea what to say and no extra energy to diffuse his upset. I was exhausted and it was make or break time. Do or die. I didn’t want us to be over. Not at all. Hitting that red ignore button on my phone was me wanting a pause. A pause on us - our relationship until after opening night, after the first couple of weeks when I had proven myself worthy of replacing Giovanna and beating out Nicole the other second. New steps, a new role, the pressure of representing the theatre, not to mention, the ticking clock counting down the dwindling timeline for my career. My life! Twenty-two years of ballet and in a matter of weeks, it would all be put to the test.
Ivar was an intelligent man, he loved me and wanted me to succeed but he had never known hunger. Couldn’t possibly understand what it was like to be a woman fighting in a world filled with talent for a chance. With no money, no family to fall back on. His circumstance and mine weren’t his fault but in the back of my mind, I worried his need for me overpowered his ability to support my success.
The truth was I loved him. I wanted to spend my life with him, but I couldn’t deal with him now. After two weeks of this cat and mouse game, a switch flipped, and I stopped all communication. No more excuses. Nothing.
Asleep one night on my pull-out couch in my studio apartment, a knock on my front door woke me at 2am. Like a cold-hearted coward, I froze, laying in my bed, pretending I wasn’t there. The knocking turned into banging and I literally pulled the covers up and cried. Cried because I needed him to leave me alone. The noise stopped and at some point, he left. When I opened the door in the morning, there was a bouquet of pink tulips thrown on the dirty carpet of the hallway. My poor Ivar. He was hurting and I kept shutting him out.
My phone blew up with texts for days and days, angry and demanding and I deserved it. Every word. How does a person cut another from their life like that? The last I read before turning off my phone was a plea for us to meet at Piccolo's to talk. I couldn’t. It would not be just supper. He would want more, everything, and I would give it to him. I needed to stay away. By the third week, his texts stopped. No more calls or long voicemails.
As much as I kept my mind on the steps, on the music, on my breath, my heart ached for him. Physically hurt as I sensed his rejection and pain. I was torturing him and at the same time, I had to dance like I was as free as a bird.
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The black SUV should have stood out to me but it didn’t. My mind was on the morning ahead as I raced down the sidewalk at 7am with a paper cup of coffee and my gym bag slung over my shoulder. The door of the vehicle opened, and my steps slowed as I noticed the familiar sight of Ivar’s cane hitting the sidewalk and him stepping out from behind the door. Nearing dropping my coffee, my eyes widened, shocked at how broken he looked. Pained, angry, pale, his blue eyes watery as if he hadn’t seen sleep in days.
My reaction? I glanced at the door of the theatre to calculate whether I could make it inside before he could stop me. Who had I turned into? I wasn’t afraid of him so why was I doing this? Had I subconsciously, or even conscientiously decided that being with him would cost me my career? Like I had cost my mother’s when she was left pregnant.
“Sarah.”
Sounding like a ghost his voice pulled me out of my thoughts, my focus returning to his hardened face.
Sarah?” he repeated again, frustration flaring in his tone. “You can’t be bothered to pick up my calls or even make excuses anymore? I have to come here, and catch you off guard like an insane person? Baby,” he pleaded, his face contorting with emotion, “I, I can’t believe this. Any of this. That you can just drop us.”
“Ivar, I can’t do this right now.” My brows pulled together, and I knew I looked like I was begging.
“You are going to blow me off when I am right in front of you? Sarah! If I’m awake, I‘m missing you. Fuck! I can barely…” looking down, he shook his head, shuffling his cane and I could tell he was working hard at controlling himself.
“I will call you later. Tonight. Ok?”
“But you won't,” he shook his head again,” looking up.
Breaking from his intense glare, I dropped my eyes to the pavement, holding back the wisps of loose hair flying around my face. I didn’t know what to say. I just needed to get inside.
“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I whispered, stepping forward and heading for the front door.
“Wait,” he cried, and I felt a tug on my gym bag and shoulder. Snapping my head to look, his hand was gripping the side of my bag.
I must have looked panicked as when I pulled away, he quickly let go, sending me tumbling sideways, and down flat on the sidewalk
“Baby!” he yelled, shuffling over me, his hands grabbing trying to pull me up. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Fuck, are you alright? It was an accident. I’m so sorry,” he rushed, looking horrified.
Awkwardly he pulled me up onto my feet, spilled coffee all over the pavement. “Are you okay?” he reached forward and I stepped back, blocking his embrace.
As if I had kicked him in the groin, he gasped at my rejection.
“Baby, I didn’t mean for you to fall.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“I know!” I shot back impatiently, straightening my clothes. “I know it was an accident.” Looking back up to his sad eyes. “I have to go.”
“Sarah, are you alright?” a man’s voice came from the theatre door. Turning I saw the guy who did our lighting, standing in the doorway, holding the glass door open.
“Is she alright?” Ivar’s head shot back. “I’m trying to talk to my girlfriend, thanks,”
“Doesn’t look like she wants to talk to you.” He yelled back, matching Ivar’s volume.
“It’s none of your goddamn business.” Ivar barked over my head.
“That’s enough,” I muttered, turning back to the theatre.
“Todd, it's okay. Thank you. It's fine. Really. I’m coming right in.”
Nodding, Todd flashed Ivar a poignant look before letting the door close.
“What kind of fucking name is Todd? Is he some teen lifeguard?”
“Ivar, please,” I kept my voice soft, turning to look at him, embarrassed by the seen we were creating. “Just go. I know it was an accident. Please,” my voice cracked, and tears began to fill my eyes. “I can’t do this right now. I’m….” shaking my head, I felt everything inside me shatter, all the pressure of opening night less than a week away. “I can’t do this Ivar,” I repeated, throwing my hands up frantically, my voice wavering.
Frowning his eyes bore into mine, “Can’t do what? Us?”
“Yeah.” I choked out the word feeling no relief. “I can’t do us…anymore.”
“Baby...” his eye narrowed, his mouth falling open in disbelief, “don’t do this. Please,” slowly he shook his head, uncertainty, fear, devastation in his startling blue eyes. His hands hung heavily at his sides, his fingers twitching like all he wanted was to reach for me and wrap me in his arms.
“I’m sorry Ivar,” I whispered, taking a step back. I had to put him out of this misery. “It’s over.”
His eyes flashed wide with the final blow and I turned toward the theatre, making my way through the front doors without looking back to the man I had felt was my forever.
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It was time. Opening night. The steps ingrained in my mind as if I had choreographed the ballet myself. I could dance them without music, without cues, in the pitch black, prepared as anyone could be.
Sitting on my chair in a dressing room, I stared into the mirror. My eyes and brows heavily lined, the border of bright lights reflecting in my eyes and I felt...numb. No, not numb, I felt sad. Empty. There was a dull hum inside my head dampening any sense of nervousness or excitement. I glanced at the screen on my phone for the hundredth time in an hour but it was still black. No messages.
Leaning forward, toward the mirror, I inspected my make-up again, turning my head side to side, the harsh rouge on my cheeks stretching up to my temples. I felt ugly. Hideous. Like a monster who could eat her own young. Placing my arms across the table, I lowered my head, resting my forehead on the edge.
A knock on the door startled me and I lifted my head peering into the mirror at the reflection of the door behind.
Wynne poked her head in, “Knock, knock,” her black bob framing her round face. Opening the door wider, she stepped in holding a vase of pink tulips.
“We usually have to wait until the end of the show to get flowers,” I said.
“Not you miss. Not when you have your own cheerleading section.”
“Hmm?” I squinted, the pressed powder on my face feeling as if it might crack.
“Ivar,” she lifted the vase slightly, frowning as if I should know what she was talking about.
“What?”
“You guys are still not talking? He's in the balcony with his family.”
“What!” I spun in the chair, turning to look at her. “How do you know?”
Entering, she kicked the door closed behind and walked over, placing the glass vase on my make-up table, quickly taking a seat at the next station.
“A group of gorgeous men, two of whom have women with them, and all have the last name Lothbrok.”
“Oh my god. I’ve never even met them.” My eyes shot wide. “Ivar never wanted to because of family tension...” shaking my head, “the oldest two are married. It must be…” my voice fell silent. Saying nothing, I looked down, fiddling with the sheer material of my costume. “Wynne,” I whimpered, “I’ve been so terrible to him.”
“Awe don’t worry. You have all season to make it better.”
“What do you mean?” lifting my chin, I looked back up to her.
“He’s reserved the balcony every Saturday until the new year.”
“What!”
“Yes, he must be loaded.” She jerked her head toward the huge bouquet. “There’s a card there.”
Reaching for the vase, I spun it, grabbing the white envelope with gold trim tucked inside the rim.
“Shit, do you think I should read it before I go on.”
“Up to you but....yes. You are obviously thinking about him and he’s here so he’s obviously thinking about you.”
Blowing air out between my lips, I tore open the envelope, pulling out the card.
“Stay though, okay? While I read it?”
“Yep.”
Looking down I was hit with a surge of excitement as I saw that the card was completely filled with Ivar’s perfectly symmetrical writing.
Sarah,
I know that I acted horribly and was out of line the other day. I am not sure anyone will ever understand what having you in my life means to me. It’s no excuse though.
I am so proud of you and how hard you have worked to get here. You are such a strong person and I hope you are not upset that I had to come tonight and watch this incredible moment in your life.
I fell for you the second you got into my car that night at the auction. Hopelessly and completely and I acknowledge how smothering and controlling I’ve been since. I have never felt this way before and was terrified that if I loosened my grip, you’d slip away. It left you feeling divided and I know I put you in the position where you felt you couldn’t have it all. I should have been championing you toward your dreams from the start. You deserve everything.
I accept your decision to focus on your dancing and I will support you from afar. I wish I could have been there with you tonight, taking your photo, kissing you good luck before you went on but here we are.
My brother asked why I was so broken and why I was convinced I had to be with you. I know in my heart, in my bones, that it just won't ever be anyone else. What I’m saying is that I love you, Sarah. I love you. I know that I have never said those actual words. God, I should have. A thousand times. They just never felt big enough and I have seen what people do to each other who use them. But I love you.
Lastly, I’m sorry I didn’t know how to do this better.
Enjoy every second of tonight. You will be amazing.
Yours,
Ivar.
Pressing the card to my chest, I slouched against the back of the chair, closing my eyes, willing away the tears.
Emboîté, emboîté, the voice of my first ballet teacher rang through my head. Emboîté, she would call out to us little girls floundering like ducklings across the vast wooden floor.
Turning to Wynne, I smiled, sniffling through my tears. “Do you have a pen, and can you take something to Ivar? Right away?”
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Dear Ivar,
There are things to talk about but most importantly, I am so incredibly sorry and I love you too. So much. I want us to be together, in fact, I want to move in. Formally move in, if you’ll still have me, of course.
No matter how crazy life gets, let us have the comfort of each other every night and together learn how to do this properly. I will see you after the show and I am so glad you are here. It would not be the same without you.
Yours always,
Sarah
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When I landed and lifted my head listening to the eruption of applause, I took my bow and for the first time looked into the light. Tipping my face up, I focussed on the balcony and smiled with all my heart at Ivar who, up from his chair, stood staring down, pounding his hands together, clapping. The white envelope was tucked under his arm and his beautiful smile was lit with the brightness of our future.
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DHMIS head canons
Sketch
(She/They)
(Non-Binary)
Age: 18
- friendly
- Full of joy
- Hates green but she sometimes use it
- Love being creative
- Likes to watch movies with Colin or Tony or Harry
- Uses inky powers to teleport and using it to grab smthing
- Best friends with Tony, Shrignold, Veggie and Colin (including Manny)
- Uses kind of art materials for her creativity
- Shes genderless
Tony
(He/Him)
(Pansexual)
Age: 19
- Bossy
- The responsible teacher in the Funny house (Just like Eva)
- Has the power to go to the past, but if he stop time it will waste his energy
- His clock hands can move in expressions and when some ask what time it is
- Kinda feels guilty for torching the students by accident during his lessons
- Overprotective
- Dork clock-
- Likes pizza, I guess?
- Coffee- yep Coffee
- Could kinda has the ability turn someone’s clothes into fancy ones or smthing else
Shrignold
(He/him)
(Bisexual)
Age: 16
- Trying and forcing to get Eva a special one but man she ran away from him-
- Talks about Love
- ALL HAIL TO THE PRINCE OF LOVE- XDD
- He’s homophobic but he just ignore and leave them
- Adopted by the King, Malcom
- Manipulates and brainwashes people whenever he wants
- Creates a cu- *cough cough* Group
- He’s a sweet gentleman-
- Hes a goddamn pesky bee-
- He’s gay but he doesnt know it yet
Colin
(He/him)
(Pansexual)
Age: 18
- DONT TOUCH ME-
- Has a little sister, Lucy the laptop
- Makes fun of others, not hurtful
- Has a Digital world in his Digital mind
- Hanging out with Sketch sometimes, like buddies
- Knows Eva likes him- kinda likes her too-
- Talks to Eva alot
- Knows everything (bc hes a computer)
- Uses tail for him to charge when his battery is low
- Could sleep
- He can eat, but he prefer not to (yes he can eat and age in this universe)
- He’s a digital boi, a smart boi, a clever boi-
- Sometimes mean
- Has a soft side
- He can change his hands to red, sharp claws when someone touches him (it is shown in DHMIS 4)
Veggie (Spanish Can)
(she/her)
(Lesbian)
Age: 11
- She’s mischievous as HELL-
- likes to do random stuff with Sketch
- Likes to bug Colin around
- She’s adopted
- Loves her step sibling, Barry
- Protects Barry whenever he’s in trouble
- Likes sports and listening to music
- Lost her parents in a car crash at age 7
- Loves her new family
- She’s lesbian but hasn’t come out yet
Barry (Bread boy)
(He/Him)
(Unknown)
Age: 6
- Loves drums
- Shy little boi
- Lost his mom after birth
- Was adopted since he was a baby
- he can speak but he’s really shy to talk
- Sensitive
- He’s a loving and carrying child in the family
- Loves drawing and watching cartoons
David (Steak guy)
(He/him)
(Gay)
Age: 34
- He’s a kind guy but Eva and Manny are little scared of him
- Married, his husband is Frank
- He’s very good at cooking
- He’s a cooker and works in a restaurant a long time ago but he was fired for unknown reasons
- Good at chess
- He’s such a joker
- He’s a loving father
- A protective father in the family
Frank (Fridge)
(He/him)
(Gay)
Age: 32
- He’s very good at making recipes
- He’s Married, his husband is David
- Used to work in a restaurant as a waiter a long time ago (kinda how He met David)
- Disciplines Veggie and Barry better
- Kinda treats Manny and Eva like a father or a mother when both of them are sad or hurt
- Likes Sketch’s drawings
Lucy
(She/her)
(Bisexual)
Age: 14
- Sibling of Colin
- Watches Mlp, but kinda gets teased by it
- Loves listening to K-pop
- Also have the same claws from Colin’s but different color like Dark pink
- She kinda hates when someone hurt her brother (Colin) and his friends feelings, so yea watch out for her-
- Loves to draw, with Sketch
Gilbert
(He/Him)
(Heterosexual)
Age: 15
- Know all about the world
- Thinks he’s smarter than Colin
- Likes to brag about how he knows about the states
- He kinda talks to Lucy, like buddies
- Likes to play with Veggie and Barry and Manny
- Somehow takes care of the younger kids in the Funny house (Veggie, Barry and Manny)
- Likes to play a guitar when he’s bored
Larry
(He/him)
(Gay/Bi)
Age: 16
- Sleepy head
- A heavy dreamer
- Creates good and bad dreams
- has a fluffy hair that looks like a cloudy
- Used to drink beer but stops drinking bc of his health
- He kinda likes to sleep on the couch
- He kinda feels guilty after what he did to Manny and Eva
- Scared of Tony and David bc the 2 of them might get mad him
- He gives Manny and Eva good dreams in secret
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A little message for you! This is one of my (admittedly embarrassing) first attempts at fanfic writing. May not be up to par with your expectations, but I hope you can enjoy it, at least a little. I also hope you’re having a safe and healthy quarantine! Sending love wherever you are!!
for @remusownsmyuwus
-Jade
- ~ • ~ -
Thomas knew that there was no way his house could be this dark in the middle of the day. There was no logical explanation for the way none of the sunlight from outside the window entered the room. But the bright red numbers obnoxiously confirmed that it was indeed noon. This has to be some kind of dream. Roman’s creations tend to have a theme.
Unless… someone else was in charge tonight.
~
Something was… definitely off.
Roman liked to pretend that he held complete creative control over the “Dreamscape”, but every side knew that all of them shared ownership of it. They all played a role in creating dreams, whether it be memory recollection, image creation, emotion and sense replication, or creative input (whether good or bad).
Remus. Whenever something went wrong in there, it was always Remus.
The ones who took care of the dreams tended to rotate between Roman and Remy. Roman was there to add his touch, and Remy went in to keep him knocked out for as long as possible. Remus was decidedly not included in this rotation, but he always found a way in anyway.
Which led to the unfortunate situation Roman found himself in.
The minute he sensed the distance in the Dreamscape, he leapt from his relaxed position on the couch. Virgil raised an eyebrow, but Roman dashed out of the room before he could be questioned. Stumbling up to the bland door, he put his hand on the knob. As he entered, the door lit up in a deep red, signaling Roman’s entry.
He was in a rush, so it was no shock that he didn’t notice the dull gray coating on the otherwise white door, signaling someone else’s entrance.
~
Being buried underneath the floorboards of his living room was not how Thomas wanted to spend this unusually dark afternoon.
~
Surprisingly, neither did Remus.
Remus has always known that there was an imbalance of creative control ever since he and Roman were split. However, he assumed that it extended only within the borders of the awake mind of Thomas.
Well, he has been wrong many times before.
Once he saw that his dork of a brother wasn’t inside the esteemed dreamscape, he saw his only chance to do his job properly, without outside interference.
He was wrong again.
Which led to the position he was in now, unwillingly acting out the dream scenario that was created by… someone. Remus wasn’t even sure if this was his doing. All he knew was that he wanted out, right that second. He was uncomfortable lying down with barely any room to breath. Worst of all, his knee itched! He wasn’t yet at the point of panicking, but he was getting pretty goddamn close.
Before he could fall into a complete state of hyperventilation, he heard a far off door open with a creak. Footsteps became louder as the person made his way over to the coffin, which Remus assumed looked just as deliciously disgusting as when he first entered it. The smell was still there.
Who else but Roman to spoil his fun. To be fair, Remus wasn’t having much fun at the moment, even if this place reeked more than him. This was decidedly not what he meant by strong suit.
“Snap out of it, dimwit!” Yep, definitely Roman.
“I can’t, fuck-face!” Remus shouts back. Oh, how much Remus wished he could. Remus swore that if he could see his brothers face, he’d-
“This is not how I wanted to spend my work hours, double R”
A third voice very rudely interrupted his train of thought. He could automatically tell it belonged to a certain bitchy side from the other side of the mind. Remy’s voice was the most distinct out of everyone.
Remus could practically hear the eye-roll from his brother. “Work hours? What work have you ever done?”
He actually heard the dramatized sigh that came from Remy, and he knew Roman was in for it. “The only reason you have this space is because I keep Thomathy knocked out. It’s a stressful job, babes.” Remy emphasized with a shake of his near-empty cup, which Remus knew was black, seeing as he was tired from actually doing his job. “Hey uh… Ray and Mi? You mind lending a hand?”
Roman scoffs. “Absolutely not. You got yourself and Thomas into this mess, no? You’ll be fine as long as you end the dream sequence.”
“Naive little prince.”
“Excuse me?”
Remus could plainly imagine Remy lifting his glasses to the top of his head and peering at Roman like the bland insect he was. “I’m only saying that you have the control,” Remy said. “You’ve had it since you labeled you and your boyfriends the light sides.”
They were silent, and Remus was getting fed up of not being able to move. All he could hear were footsteps. Footsteps that were only moving farther away. And then coming closer. Something snapped, and suddenly light flooded into the dark casket. Remy leaned over to look in, and begrudgingly held out a hand to help Remus out. “Honestly, what would you do without me, Mus?”
“By the looks of it, be suffocated in a coffin and eaten by worms, apparently.” Remus half-joked. Remy led him to the door, and with a wave of his hand, the lights went off, and the set seemed to vanish. “Tommy won’t remember anything, don’t sweat.” Remy explained. “Aww, too bad. He’s had too many restful nights now that Virgin stopped being a little bi-” A glare from Remy made him pause. “-iiieautiful side who can do no wrong?” Remy’s glare hardened, before breaking off into a burst of laughter. “Ok, ok. Virgil and I do not vibe, but it’s best to stay on his good side, right? Don’t want Pops to come after us.”
Remus cackled as the two made their way out of the room, the door blackening as it closed. Remus stopped just outside with the most wonderfully-awful idea.
“Hey Starlight, wanna go hunting for giant snapping turtles?”
“Yeah, you definitely need to get some sleep, babes.”
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Umbrella Academy
season 2, episode 5
As usual I'm going to put all my reactions and live-blogging in this one post to avoid spamming.
1962, Cape Canaveral
So Pogo is from Congo?
Wait, is that Grace? is Grace some sort of biologist or scientist?
Is Pogo supposed to be one of the chimps for the space program?
I love this song. Oh look, there's Reggie!
Oh, that nod between Reggie and Grace... What are they up to?
Yep, definitely the space program.
Little astronaut Pogo... Wait, what's happening?
Who's the shady guy in the sunglasses behind Reggie?
Aww, poor Pogo...
SO THAT'S WHERE THE SERUM USED ON LUTHER CAME FROM! I figured but it's still interesting to see the origin.
Oh, there's the ancient Greek! Did Reggie read to the kids like this too? I doubt it but one can hope.
So Reggie and Grace basically treated Pogo like their child... And Reggie was actually a decent parent... ? Dude, you couldn't do that for your actual kids?!
Wait, does this make Pogo the seven's big brother? 😆
And there's the Magnificent 12. Oh, Pogo's drawing is so cute.
Five really is onto Lila... and he's right!
Diego onto Lila as well!
Hungover Klaus 😅 and Ben asking what we all want to know but it comes from a place of love and concern. Still sassy though.
Why won't Klaus just tell Allison that he is talking to Ben? Also, cowboy? Is that a comic reference? Or just a Texas reference?
Oh, I love Ben and Klaus banter. XD
Klaus does have a point, Allison.
*Allison throws the flask away* Ben: "attagirl!" Allison: "i have a blender and some much better booze" *cue Ben sulking*
"I love you so much!" Awwww, Klaus-Allison bonding! ❤️❤️❤️ this show is really giving me everything I want, huh?
Sissy and Vanya in bed together 👀😏 that's hot.
So she brought her coffee and then took the coffee away? XD
Is Vanya offering to take Sissy to the future? 👀
Oh no, Carl!
They have a point, Five. Everything starts taking apart at soon as you arrive. Repeatedly. I actually pointed this out yesterday.
You're burning the eggs, Luther.
"That boy stinks" poor Luther 🤣
Where exactly was Luther going? Chicago? Detroit?
Wait, is that the academy pre-academy? Wait, so it's not in Texas??? Then what about Argyle? What the hell? I'm so confused now. 😵
Luther, you need a bath.
Reggie in a party xD that must be an odd sight for Luther.
"The world's never going to end in such a cliché. Believe me. I know how endings feel" -what does it mean???? Does it mean he knows how the world ends? Or does it mean politically as a member of the 12? Is it a double entendre? Foreshadowing? Does he have some sort of prescient power?
Still want to know who the shady guy in the shades is.
"No, you're not" "no, you're not" "no, i didn't" 🤣🤣🤣🤣
"I have a deep dislike of children" -yeah, we been knew. 😒😒😒
"your grotesque simian proportions"??? Those are entirely your fault, Reginald! 😠
"But...i took a bus" - oh, honey... Luther, you adorable, naive, sweet, innocent, awkward little dork... Let me hug you, i don't care if you stink! 😢
Man, Reginald is still such an asshole. (I'm glad for that though, I was afraid this season would try to play the 'he wasn't really so bad, just misunderstood' card and that would piss me off, you can show him actually caring for the children but no excusing goddamn child abusers in this house!)
"At least he didn't shank my ass" "no, bro, he shanked your heart" -awww, dudebro affection. Diego does have a sensitive side!
I didn't realize i needed Luther-Diego bonding this badly but i do. I really, really, really do.
"It's time to get the umbrella academy back together." "hell yeah, family meeting." -since when is Diego so happy to get the family together? 😆
But hell yeah, let's get the family back together!!!
"you two still a thing? Do we need to talk?" (Diego's face though 🤣) "no, she's married." "Whoa, dude. That's rough."
Diego is the new Zuko, it all lines up!
"I can handle it" he nervous chuckles while stress eating in a stolen robe, after ruining his own life and getting in trouble with the mob and getting high.
"can you get Vanya without, uh, squeezing her to death?" - ouch 🤣
I'm loving the boys bonding.
Yikes, Sissy looks so uncomfortable with Carl...
"Harlan doesn't care" -oh, he does, he reeeeally does, you just can't read the signs, you clueless dumbass.
Oh, the powers... Oh, Harlan initiating touch with Vanya! Boy is more perceptive than they think.
Why does Sissy look so scared?
Sissy's reactions to Carl have been suspicious from the start. She's given a lot of red flags (the anxiety, the body language, the hoarding money in secret, the reluctance to speak up, the desperation to keep Vanya near her at all times, etc) and I've wondered if he's been abusive but he seems more pathetic than purposely malicious, he even showed vulnerability and admited to loving her and fearing that she doesn't feel the same, so I was starting to think Sissy's fear and paranoia had more to do with a fear of Carl leaving her (and thus taking away the only income and leaving her and Harlan with nothing).
However, I'm rethinking things and I'm starting to suspect abuse again (at least psychological, if not physical)... I think the only reason we don't see it yet is because Vanya is there and Carl won't act out on front of a witness.
I could totally be wrong though, I could be seeing signs that aren't there because of my own issues. We'll see.
Is... Is Handler actually a good mother?
Nevermind, she's gaslighting.
But she cares enough to give first aid and admit she lied so... Definitely a better parent than Reginald at least. I actually want her to be a decent parent, I'm tired of the narrative where villains all have to be abusive parents, villains can love too and that makes the story so much more complex and dramatic when people finally have to choose sides.
Felt, Diego's knife... what is she up to?
Sandpaper, steel wool, round metal parts, skewers, spray lubricant, and something cylindrical with the name of a plumbing service? Is she making pneumatic canisters? The ones the Commission uses to send messages?
Also, what's with Commission training and using plumber stuff? Five also used a plumbing company's van in season 1.
Elliot really likes Jell-O, huh? Very 50s housewife of him.
"how are feeling?" "Pretty shitty, to be honest" "Where would you say you are on a scale from one to ending all life on this planet?" 🤣🤣🤣 They are never going to let her live this down, are they?
I need more Vanya-Diego bonding. ❤️
Diego accepted Vanya's apology???😲 AWWWWWWWW 🥰🥰🥰🥰
Diego about to ask girl advice from his sister? So cute, why did they interrupt, I wanted to see that! 🥰
I miss Diego's nervous stutter though.
"you don't speak French" -doesn't he? If Allison can read seven languages, logically so can all the others, right? And Klaus is constantly using French and German, how are you telling me he doesn't know French? 😆
"did we all get sexier?" -pretty much and you're not done yet.
Aww, awkward Vanya-Allison hug... Let them bond! 💖💖💖
Klaus and Diego hugging!!! And Diego calling him out on being drunk like the overprotective brother he is 💖💖💖
Klaus hugging the girls! 💖💖💖
So much love. So much growth since all the bitterness from season 1. I NEED MORE OF THIS, DAMN IT!
Who knew it took Vanya snapping and killing everyone for this family to finally bond?
OH COME ON, KLAUS! Just tell them poor Ben is there, that's so mean.
Ah! Allison and Diego with pure sibling banter. 💖
What is with the Handler family and red shoes?
Handler's style changed a bit, went from retro femme fatale on s1 to matronly debutante in s2... Interesting.
Don't hurt the kitty, you bitch! 😡
The Swedes have become crazy cat people. I'm starting to love these weirdos.
Is that their mama?
Pneumatic tube! CALLED IT!
Ah, I see. That's why she wanted Diego's knife. The Swedes are getting set up.
"oh my God, again?" ... "all of you knew? Why am I always the last one to find out about the end of the-- oh, my God. My cult is gonna be so pissed. Five, I told them we had until 2019!" -that's why you're the last one, Klaus, your priorities.
"is it Vanya?" "Klaus!" "What? It's usually Vanya." - one time. you end the world ONE TIME and nobody ever let's you live it down.
"find dad" "kill dad" -well, Diego learned from Five *shrugs*
"has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?" -literally everyone except you, Vanya.
( well, unless saving Harlan with your magic lights messed up the timeline...)
Yup, here they go calling each other out. Hilarious 🤣🤣🤣
"THANK you" - I love Ben 💙
Diego, you idiot, saving Kennedy is what wrecks everything! Stop being stubborn.
Aww, traumatized Five... Please just listen to him, he just wants to save you all because he loves you 😢
Five deserves more love from the family. PLEASE.
Wow, Luther is reeeeally bitter about daddy, huh? What is Lila doing?
"I've missed you all... So much" BEN! 😭😭😭😭😭
Ok, now I'm crying.
Klaus, let your brother talk to the rest of the damn family, he misses them! 😭😭😭😭
Yay, more Luther-Diego bonding!
"since the last time I destroyed the world by overestimating my own importance" -I'm so glad he owns up to this, it's very important but he needs to get over his self-hate and gain some confidence again.
Diego, stop acting like you don't have daddy issues, you are riddled with them.
Diego's hero complex again... Which comes from the daddy issues. Luther is right.
"you are so goddamn big that sometimes I forget what a sensitive bastard you are." 🤣🤣🤣 He's absolutely right!
Brotherly bonding ftw!
Oh, they got daddy's attention!
AHAHAH! Allison bitching and rambling while doing Klaus's hair, Vanya miming shooting the bottles ("pew pew" 🤣). I'm sorry but this whole scene is adorable as fuck.
Girl's day!
"wouldn't it be weird if Five grew up all hot?" 🤣🤣🤣 Klaus asking the real important questions here!
Vanya confused by the Luther/Allison crush 🤣 "aren't we all related?"' -yes, honey, that's why it's weird.
"if you have to use the word 'technically' you're already in trouble" -THANK YOU, KLAUS!
Klaus's ENTIRE speech about their love lives is the most perfect thing EVER 🤣🤣🤣👌👌👌💯💯💯
Really alarmed Vanya finding out she dated a serial killer: "what?!" / Allison, whispering casually: "Later." 🤣
"the healthiest long-term relationship in this family was when Five was banging that mannequin." 😂😂😂😂😂 The best part is- HE'S NOT WRONG
Vanya's weirded out face is priceless 👌👌👌
"the only thing the umbrella academy knows about love is how to screw it up" "cheers!" 💯👏👏👏
These babies really need a hug. Let me hug them!
"how do you guys deal with this?" -look at them Vanya, they day drink.
"well, I get reeeeally high, Allison... Allison... Lies to herself. And you supress all your emotions deep, deep down until you... Blow shit up." -Klaus really is serving up all the wisdom in this little outing, isn't he? Maybe being a cult leader actually did him some good? Or maybe it's just that his family is FINALLY listening to him.
"yeah, I'd really like to not do that anymore" 😂 -ah! Is Vanya graduating out of the awkward dork sibling category and into the sassy queen one?
Omg, the drunk decisions...
"I just hate group backups, that's why I stopped dating twins" 😆😆😆😆
"this family is amazing" - DAMN RIGHT, VANYA! ❤️🧡💛💚💚💙💜
Awww, the HUG! The DANCING! MY BABIES! Fav scene, fav scene!
I want to adopt this family so bad.
And here's the Swedes being set up...
There goes baby Swede! I kinda feel bad for them.
Uh oh, now they want revenge of poor Diego.
Gotta hand it to Handler, she played this one very well. Parallels Five tricking Hazel and Cha-Cha into fighting each other in season 1. Very cool.
BAD GUY! I like this version better than the original, great song and fits Lila perfectly.
Holy shit!!!!!!!!! We all knew Five had moves but THESE MOVES!!!!!! 😲
How did Lila do that? Is it with Handler's time stopping thing? I always wondered how she did that too.
Holy shiiiiiiiiit. This whole fight was FANTASTIC! 😲
Oh Vanya... 😢
Oh Sissy... 😩
Sissy has been so desperate to keep Vanya tied to her but the moment Vanya asks her to make the slightest sacrifice for their relationship Sissy balks and pulls away... Not a balanced relationship at all.
I understand Sissy's fear, it's not selfishness, it's literal fear of change, but it's still sad and it's going to wreck them.
Oh, so this is where the swedish cover of "Hello" comes in... Very fitting.
Viking funeral, huh?
Ok, I never thought I'd have feels for the Swedes but I do. 😢
Luther eating AGAIN. But hey, he and Diego didn't the whole day together! Why can't we see that too? I need more brother time between these two.
Oh Klaus, is so uncomfortable but he can't stand disappointing the cultists, can he?
Still shocks me how all those people just invaded his house while he was away and thought that was perfectly acceptable and cool, it shows they really don't respect him as a person, he's just an object to make them feel better and give them purpose... It's terrifying and really sad when you think about it.
"sit your ass down." -you go, Allison! Tell him everything!
This episode gave me SO MANY FEELINGS! It might read like (extremely good) fanfiction but it's exactly what we all needed and it might be my favorite episode so far.
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ps i loved this one
(rereading bookmarks edition)
i’ve been rereading stories from my bookmarks as a comfort thing. i’m getting real deep in there to stuff i haven’t (re)read for years, and damn do i have good taste. the ones i’ve read recently that you should, too:
(under the cut so i’m not that asshole that makes you scroll past an endless post)
A Change of Scene by SurlyCat
When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn't expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.
ooooomg fuck me up with that sex to lovers thing featuring bdsm. yessssss
A Room of His Own (or not) by Valinde (Valyria)
Dean took a deep breath and reassessed the situation. He was in bed with a guy, sure, and technically they were snuggling, but it was Cas. The guy had absolutely no reference on what was appropriate physical contact between two dudes sharing a bed in the... normal, completely unsexy, no-funny-business, way.
cas is fallen, dean is confused (what else is new), A+ cuddling. that’s the fic.
Boys On Film by LoversAntiquities @tragidean
But maybe that’s what it is—maybe Castiel’s finally realized something Dean is too chicken to admit, despite the fact he’s been jerking off to the idea of Castiel fucking him for the past few weeks. The idea warms him as much as it pains him to think about, his friend not being able to talk to him about something like that. That has to be it—it’s the only explanation. Castiel likes him.
“Or maybe he knows you do cam shows.”
Dean chokes on his burger.
idk what to say, i love a good sex worker fic and here you go. @tragidean is always here with that first-class content.
Castiel's Angel by Valinde (Valyria) @valinde
The angel took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. He was fidgeting Cas noticed. Usually he was so bizarrely at ease in his human form, lounging around and tossing winks and smirks at anyone with a pulse. That more than anything had Cas straightening on his stool and wishing he was a little less tipsy.
“Ineedyoutogroommywings,” Dean muttered in one long, almost unintelligible, string. He was blushing.
all my fellow wing hos should flock* to this fic. i also love me a good switcharoo with angel dean (and hunter cas, as this is an alternate canon universe). and dean gets all claim-y, which is also my jam.
*this was unintentional but a pretty funny joke
For Science! by pm_lo
Selected transcripts and supporting materials from Dr. Castiel Williams and Dean Winchester’s seminal study on physiological and psychological sexual response by gender designation.
i believe this was the first abo fic i added to my bookmarks. story time: many, many moons ago, i kept track of my reading list. i was doing that “50 books a year” thing so it was mostly for tracking that, but i had another tab for fics, because i read few enough that i could track them. i rated things and sometimes left notes, and by all the abo ones i was like “don’t tell anyone i read this.” yes, i shamed myself for liking abo. it was a dark time in my life.
anyway, then i read this, and was like, all right i can see what’s going on here.
this is a great fic for multiple reasons, and the format is one. it’s written as dialogue-only transcripts from their experiment. it’s hard to make that kind of format work, but pm_lo ain’t fucking around.
Just a Stranger On the Bus by Amelia_Clark
December 31
9:32 PM
When Castiel boards the bus in KC, they think it’s empty at first—but when they toss their backpack onto an aisle seat and climb in after it, there’s a muffled yelp from the dimness at the back of the bus. They turn in time to see a man in a faded Carharrt jacket, sitting up and yawning as he rubs sleep out of his eyes. The man’s hair is greasy and matted down on one side, and there’s drool on the side of his face; nonetheless, he’s ridiculously good-looking.
“Hey man,” he says. Castiel does not correct him. “This can’t be Chicago.”
the non-binary tag, just like the trans tags in general, are a house half-built and left to rot in the rain. even if that wasn’t true, this series is goddamn amazing. also there’s rimming. also there’s a line in there that said something like “they don’t dislike their body, it just never felt like theirs” and i had a lightbulb moment irt my own experience. did dean ever wear carharrt in the actual series? if not, mistakes have been made.
Just Turn Around and Go by PorcupineGirl @porcupine-girl
Dean should be happy. His best friend and housemate of five years, Castiel, is moving out to live with his boyfriend, Balthazar. Dean's career is going great, so he can easily afford the house on his own now. This is just growing up, moving forward to the next phase of their lives.
It would be awesome, if he weren't in love with Cas.
Well, here we go, he thinks as he opens the refrigerator and digs around for sandwich supplies. First day of the rest of your life. Time to move the fuck on. As he slams his meat and mayo and pickles down on the counter, he considers adding the bottle of whiskey he knows is hiding in the cabinet, but decides that he has enough self-respect to wait 'til five. Then he'll get fucking blackout drunk. Yep. Awesome.
y’all, do i even have to say anything about this? roommates to friends to a pathetic amount of pining without saying shit to disgustingly in love. also i think i cried, but i’ve been in tears so many times in the last week, who’s to say.
Plus One by ceeainthereforthat @ceeainthereforthat
Castiel Novak might have to attend three weddings in two months, but he’s not about to let his brother play matchmaker. His family’s Internet streaming company is too important to let a relationship steal his time, but he knows exactly what to do–hire someone to pretend to be his boyfriend.
Dean Winchester has worked five-star hospitality long enough to know how to fit in with Castiel’s crowd, and this job could score him the connections to make his acting career take off. It’s a business deal, no matter how they’re drawn to each other. When the lines of their contract start to blur into real feelings, can they withstand Castiel’s family and jealous fans working to split them up?
there are a lot of great fake dating stories out there, but this one takes the cake (or, at least, a slice of it). also, i cried a lot rereading this, both “ohhh god i love their love” tears and also “ohhhh god this hurts so bad” tears.
Should've Just Asked by Annie D (scaramouche)
Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.
they’re both oblivious idiots in love, cas is grey-ace, dean’s a total dork, it’s all just very lovely (and frustrating in the way oblivious idiots can be!!!).
PS - annie d is writing marvel fic lately and i’m sure it’s fantastic if you’re into that kind of thing.
Support Your Local Gay Beekeeper by Powerfulweak
It’s not like Dean goes on Grindr very often, just when he’s bored and alone. The blue-eyed guy's profile reads "Beekeeper, 29, 5'10, Single, I watch the bees." Dean is intrigued. He has to send a message.
this is a series that starts with some great phone sex and then goes on to very, very awkward sex injuries. a goddamn cringefest that had me in complete horror imagining it. but it’s fun! they persevere! people so rarely write about Sex Going Wrong and i love @powerfulweak for taking the bullet for us on that one.
Take Me Home Tonight by Persephoneshadow @persephoneshadow
“Come on, we’re finding you someone to…engage with sexually or whatever,” Dean explains, chancing another swig of beer before going on. “Anyone in this bar, no limits, who would you would be your top choice to bang?”
“Well, you, ideally.”
Dean spits out some beer before collapsing in on himself, legitimately choking this time. “Excuse me?!”
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Or the one where Cas wants to have sex and Dean is there to help.
your classic denialist “i’ll be your wingman” turning to “actually imagining someone else touching you makes me want to punch someone.” which is dumb, because cas actually wanted dean all along.
Words with Friends by betts
"Dean Winchester is as straight as an arrow. He’s a lady’s man of epic proportions: the king of the one night stand, the messiah of the friends with benefits paradigm, the emperor of perpetual bachelorhood.
Except, apparently, when it comes to his best friend, Castiel Novak."
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Wherein a longstanding acquaintanceship leads to friendship, then best friendship, then sexting, then dirty talk, then mutual masturbation, then, inevitably, fucking.
look i think you’re always in good hands with @bettsfic. but this one has some good sexting and phone sex right at the start, which i’m totally into, and then it gets even better. cas is a lil bossy, by which i meant to say he’s the kind of bdsm geek who has equipment installed in his bedroom for sex purposes.
You're The Only Stranger I Need by lyndsie_l
When Castiel receives a text from a stranger, he finds himself engaging in conversations daily. He's drawn to the outgoing college student and longs to interact with the other man as often as he can. Slowly, he finds himself falling in love with the other and can't imagine ever meeting a more beautiful person.
The only problem?
He's never actually met this other man.
be still my heart! a long distance/texting/phone sex thing! i want to read it again right this second. cas is such a cool nerd, dean is a brat, it’s a good time all around.
if you enjoy these fics (and you should), please give the writer some love via kudos and/or comments. <3
ps - as always, if i didn’t tag the writer and you know their tumblr, please tag in the comments. i don’t think there’s a writer alive who wouldn’t be happy to be on a rec list. :)
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