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realcube · 3 years

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trying to be nice to their crush hcs

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thank you to 🍦anon for this cute request!

characters: tsukishima, kyōtani, sakusa & suna

content warning: swearing & sexual references

kei tsukishima

♡ this is all yamaguchi’s fault （︶^︶）

♡ he found out tsukki had a crush on you bc he mentioned you a lot in conversation so yamaguchi interrogated him for answers then lo and behold, the beanpole had a lil thing for you

♡ you sit in front of tsukishima in homeroom while yamaguchi sits beside him so when you leaned back and asked him if you could borrow a pencil and he spat back a snarky remark about you being too irresponsible to care for your own pencils, yamaguchi hastily offered you one of his own before scolding tsukishima

♡ he explained to his clueless friend that being nasty to people isn’t a good way to get them to like you

♡ so perhaps he should be nicer :)

♡ honestly, tsukishima would’ve just looked yamaguchi straight in the eyes and went ‘no’, if it wasn’t for the fact you shot tadashi the sweetest smile anD PLAYFULLY BLEW HIM A KISS AFTER HE JUST GAVE YOU A DAMN PENCIL LIKE WTF

♡ after that, he decided to give up his current personality and pick up a new one

♡ jk jk

♡ but he had to binge a whole bunch of those youtube psychology videos that are like ‘psychological tricks to make people like you’ and ‘THESE 5 MIND TRICKS WILL MAKE YOU THE MOST POPULAR PERSON *EVER*’!!

♡ spoiler alert: he wasn’t the most popular person but perhaps that was bc he only went to the effort of using those tricks on you

♡ god bless him; he tries hard, he really does. (not his best, just hard)

♡ but you don’t have to be extremely observant to realise that he’s began acting different around you and of course, it confused you seeing tsukishima being nice

♡ what irritated you was how dismissive he was being of your questions though, as he was clearly trying to lead you to believe that you were crazy and he’s just always been a nice guy

♡ but as soon as he figures out that he angered you, he’ll instantly switch back to him normal self - draining his mind of the hours of phycology studying he did last night to just pretend like it never happened

♡ and if he’s feeling flirty, he might be extra mean to you （￣︶￣）

♡ also he makes a mental note to never take yamaguchi’s romance advice ever again 🙄

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you sighed, removing your hand from your bag after desperately rummaging through it in search of a pencil once again - deja vu. once you accepted that a pencil wasn’t going to materialise out of thin air, you peered over your shoulder and tapped the corner of yamaguchi’s desk, who wore a suspicious grin which you decided against questioning.

“yamaguchi, do you think i could borrow a pencil again? sorry, this is the last time, i swear. i’ll be sure to get some on my way home after school tod--”

yamaguchi dropped the line him and tsukishima had rehearsed many times beforehand, while clutching his pencilcase dear to his chest, “woah, (y/n). you’re so irresponsible. sorry, i can’t lend one of my pristine pencils to someone who is too forgetful to remember to buy some; what if you forget to return it to me?”

tsukishima cringed at how forced it sounded but he couldn’t help but admire yamaguchi's dedication to his role. this allowed tsukishima to swoop in, pencil in hand, “here.” that wasn’t in the script but he panicked! okay, now, eye contact.

you just sat there and stared at both of them with the most dumbfounded look plastered on your face. what just happened? why were they both acting like they were in drama class? and why are they both so bad at acting? they’re both passing performing arts for fucks’ sake!

kentarō kyōtani

♡ sorry but i firmly believe kyōtani is the sorta guy to be extra mean to ppl he fancies smh

♡ the rest of them just act (somewhat) like themselves around their crush but kyōtani is himself2 (himself^2)

♡ like one time yahaba found you trembling in your locker bc you had gotten mud on mad dog’s white shoes so he chased you through the hallways of the school, threatening to trek mud on your forehead

♡ yahaba took it upon himself to investigate as to why kyōtani was so rude to you and he got his answer as soon as he mentioned your name to mad dog and the boy’s face immediately flushed red

♡ so after practise, yahaba schools mad dog on how to get chicks (⌐■_■)

♡ in short, his advice was ‘good guys get laid’ and for kyōtani’s understanding, ‘good’ and ‘kind’ were interchangeable

♡ mad dog wasn’t completely oblivious to how he treated you and he was aware that he was far from ‘kind’

♡ although he usually doesn’t listen to people in general, yahaba seemed to know what he was talking about so he figured there was no harm in trying to be nice

♡ but ngl, he just spent the rest of the day wondering...what is kind?

♡ after a few messages back and forth with yahaba, he figured that the best place to start was by apologising for - y’know - chasing you around the whole school

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“oi!” kyōtani bellowed through hallway, paying no mind to the students that cast him dirty looks as his sights were locked on you. standing unsuspecting by your locker, stuffing your textbooks into your bag until you heard his deep voice echo through the hall, to which you visibly perked up and began frantically looking around.

he marched towards you, hands in pockets and when you noticed him out of the corner of your eye, you were more than ready to drop all your shit and bolt away. but he didn’t let you as before you were able to take off on your heels, he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face him - then he noticed your hands raised in defence by your face and your head hung low.

his heart sank and his grip on your shoulder immediately softened, “i’m not gonna punch you, idiot.” he spat, rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth, trying to appear angry in hopes you’d mistake his light blush for pure rage.

“i just wanted to say that i felt bad for chasing you through the halls yesterday - you didn’t stand a chance so i guess it was a bit unfair.” he said, frowning as you replied with silence so the duty fell on him to fill it, “and i got the stain out, anyway so.”

more silence. lovely.

suddenly, he puffed his cheeks out as his eyes snapped to meet yours and he roared, “ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING SAY SOMETHING OR ARE YOU TOO BRAINDE-”

“are you wearing eyeliner?”

and that was the true story behind why you missed last period, because you and kyōtani had a 30 minute conversation about eyeliner and make-up, then he convinced you to skip the rest of class with him so he could buy you ramen as an apology gift.

so yeah, he figured that perhaps he should try being nice more often.

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he didn’t need someone to tell him to be nicer, he’s just predisposed to attempt to show kindness to someone he is fond of

♡ in his mind, showing kindness, respect and stripping himself of all his personality = the only way to be desirable

♡ (ofc this takes place before he meets atsumu tho lol)

♡ so it’s not the realisation that’s the problem for him, it’s the execution

♡ like how is he supposed to be nice without either sounding creepy or condescending?

♡ *cut to sakusa practising in the bathroom mirror* ‘your hand looks- no-’ he scoffs, flicking cold water onto his face, ‘your hair looks cool- pretty- nice?’

♡ *camera pans to sakusa laying in bed, staring intently at the ceiling while imagining vivid and scarily detailed scenarios about ways he could mess up while talking to you*

♡ *camera zooms in on sakusa’s face as he manifests a nicer version of himself*

♡ he might - depending on how insecure he is - watch one of those psychology videos or read a wikihow for help

♡ but other than that, he independently tries to alter his personality in order to gain your favour bc..true love ?

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you smiled as a basketball rolled up to your feet during gym class, followed by the sound of someone approaching you and upon raising your gaze, your eyes met sakusa’s unmistakable black ones. his face hovered only a few inches away from yours due to the fact you had both reached down to pick up the ball at the same time.

he quickly pulled himself away, tucking the basketball under his elbow as he adjusted his mask so it properly covered his face to ensure that you didn’t see the light blush slowly spreading across his cheeks. he then proceeded to blurt out what he had been rehearsing for the past few nights, “oh, thank you, (y/n). your hair looks lovely today, by the way.”

you giggled, holding your hands firmly by your side to avoid fidgeting and making it obvious that his sudden comment flustered you, “thanks, sakusa. and, if we’re handing out compliments today, i didn’t know you were good at any sport other than volleyball but you’re doing surprisingly well at basketball.” you joked, your lips slowly curling into a cocky smirk, “though, i don’t think you’d stand a chance against my team.”

god, you’re such a tease. you make it so hard for him to be nice to you. so, of course, your comment returned his ability to utter almost every sarcastic comment that comes to mind - screw being likeable. “you think so?” he quirked a brow, tossing the ball onto your lap then pacing backwards, “go on, then.”

rintarō suna

♡ it was probably those tips on social media that told him he has to be nicer

♡ and plus he saw terushima get all the chicks and he was just sitting there like ‘where are my bitches at? 🥺’

♡ anyway, all the guys on social media that had girls lining up outside their door always had one thing in common: misogyny obnoxious personalities !!

♡ and his whole personality was a sacrifice suna was willing and ready to make for just a crumb of cooch 🤲

♡ though you weren’t exactly his crush yet, suna thought you were the best person to carry out this experiment with bc he heard through the grapevine that you had a crush on him so perhaps this would make you happy

♡ he didn’t prepare much beforehand though which he immediately regretted as soon as he approached you bc admittedly, his game plan of ‘be self-assured but friendly’ was a bit vague

♡ so he basically just had to bullshit through a whole, awkward conversation with you while wearing a forced ‘bold’ smirk which, in reality, looked as though he had just seen tiddies for the first time

♡ hardly self-assured or friendly

♡ also, the fact you thought he was playing a prank on you must’ve drastically altered the results of his experiment

♡ at one point he says something extremely stupid you’d just quit playing along and just blurt out ‘wtf is wrong with you today’

♡ to which he’d be like ‘ahaha, nuthin much bbg, how bout you?’

♡ THE EXPERIEMNT ISN’T OVER UNTIL HE SAYS IT’S OVER OKAy?!

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you rubbed your temples in order to soothe the throbbing headache suna gave you simply by existing. like yes, you had a crush on him 10 minutes ago - but that was before he came up to you and started acting like terushima on dodgy medication. “oh and your skin is glowing bab--”

“jesus christ, rintarō, shut up!” you cried, gripping the edge of your skirt to prevent your self from delivering a swift punch right to his stupid face. he’s seriously gotten on all your nerves at this point; firstly, by spamming your phone in the middle of the night asking for homework answers (accompanied by cursed memes) as he actually managed to wake you up. secondly, by acting so oblivious to the fact you clearly had a crush on him and now, this!

heat rose to his cheeks in embarrassment as his creepy smile instantly fell right back into his resting bitch face, “this isn’t working, is it?”

“what’s not working?”

suna scoffed, rolling his eyes - his façade having evidently disappeared. “this.” he sighed, looking around as if someone was going to save him before his eyes finally settled on you and he was reminded of what he wanted in the first place, his sparkle was rekindled for just a moment which caused him to blurt out, “just fuck me already, i’m not asking for much.”

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh IWA ROUTE

a/n: uwuwuwuwuwu my mans iwa chan :’)

IM A SIMP FOR IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER

uwu filo!iwa in this :)

and also, listen to lauv while reading this since i wrote this and that song was playing on repeat O_O and also this song

this is my self-request uwu

HES SUCH A POUTY BABIE BLS LOVE ON HIM

onwards we goooo

hihihihihihi yey im so excited for this yall dont even know

ANYWAYS

so,,,,

when iwa first saw you, he thought you were just a cute little thing

your shorter height, your puffy cheeks, and the wide eyes you had whenever you saw someone, or him, do a really cool spiking move

he initially thought of you as a cute little sister hes never had

ehehe that finna change

then the,,,, bullying thing happened

if youd like to read this part, its right here

when he saw you bloodied, all battered,

dear lordie he was finna break some ankles

ONG I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT SANGWOO YET HERE I AM

like that image of you will probably stay in his memory until he dies of the ripe age of 200

ngl it kinda traumatized him a little bit of how tired and pained you look with the tears rolling down your face and the blood that was escaping your body through your wounds

god you didnt deserve any of that

you deserved the world and the universe yet some people dared to take away your worth

ooo he was so mad

miyo was,,,, hurt??

can i say that??

i dont wanna,,,, explain bara arms iwa hurting a girl so youre gonna have to imagine that for yourselves

but at the end when they said slap, he didnt just ✨S L A P ✨ her

he ✨ B R O K E S O M E A N K L E S ✨

oiks is actually scared of him after that

like oiks had to peel him off of her and towards the infirmary where you and the team were

‘IWAIZUMI HAJIME, STOP!’

oof the first and last time oikawa tooru ever said that full name

he was breathing heavy and he was so ✨ A N G R Y ✨ with what she did to you yet he hears your soft scoldings, telling him off for hurting a girl

he wanted to see you

like right now

iwa tore himself from oikawa’s grasp and ✨ N Y O O M E D ✨ himself to the nurse’s office

there, you sat on the bed with the others scattered either on other beds or on the floor

you smiled at the sight of him and he walked towards you and engulfed you in his arms

‘youre okay now. im here’

he whispered and you buried your face into his chest, breathing in his unique scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

he refused to leave your side so he ✨ M A D E ✨ some room on the bed beside you to sit and he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close

you held his hand while oikawa talked to you and as you shamefully bowed your head

but you were forgiven and everything was all good until the third years really got into plan

makki and mattsun promised to handle it all as they had family in the justice field while oikawa would go and get the girl suspended

‘but what about me?! i want-’

‘iwaizumi, you literally hit her. it’d be best if you’re not involved right now as you were the only one who physically touched her in a harmful manner like that’

ong when it come to y/n, the meme team is replaced by the assassin team

he tried to fight but in the end, 3 overpowered 1 and he was forced to sit back and opted to comfort you instead

he made sure you were safe to walk home but that day, you were the one who asked him to spend time with him

just you two

like after seeing him seethingly enter back into the room, you reached out and held his hand in yours, eyes trained on your fingers fiddling with his

‘iwa-san,,,, you said you downloaded the new godzilla movie?’

you whispered but he could still hear you and his heart swelled at your meek voice

‘yea, i did. and my mom bought those chips you like’

your eyes flitted up to meet his eyes and a soft smile spread on your lips and there was this thumping in his heart

maybe that was the first time that iwaizumi hajime felt differently towards you

a smile that seemed to be differently perceived than the rest

and it wasnt for the whole team

it was for him

and him alone

the trek to his house was quiet but you would hum nursery rhymes or the songs you heard earlier in the radio while skipping every few steps and tightly holding on to his hand

iwaizumi’s olive eyes watched you still radiate energy despite being so hurt for a long time

they then trailed to your linked hands and he unintentionally squeezed it, only figuring out he did it when you looked up to him and squeezed it back with a smile

he wanted to do something to make you forget of what happened

he didnt want you to think about the cruelty and pain so he was going to make sure you would continue smiling

thankfully, his parents werent home so he wouldnt have to explain why he has a bandage-covered girl with him

iwa led you upstairs to where his room was and your eyes widened when you saw what was inside

tiny action figurines of animes like bakugo from boku no hero academia or a tiny pikachu on his desk

there was a large country flag that you didnt recognize and a few godzilla posters and volleyball players decorating beside it

however, besides those normal things you wouldve expected,

there were many polaroids

polaroid pictures that were everywhere with no specific layout pattern and just placed anywhere that had room

iwa watched as you dazedly walked forward and entered the room to move towards the wall by his desk that had the most pictures against it

from pictures of him and oikawa to the third years to him and his parents or just the sunrise and human silhouettes

your fingers reached forward and traced the picture of him and the third years when they were still first years and took a spontaneous trip to the beach

‘mattsun stole his dad’s car and drove us to the beach without a license’

iwaizumi’s voice answered your questions and you looked back, shimmering eyes

this room,,, wasnt just a normal, teenage boy’s room

this was a room that represented iwaizumi hajime

from his natural character description like his love for volleyball evident in the volleyball player posters to the underneath description that was hidden like his love for godzilla and his love of taking pictures of the people he cares about the most

it was all that made up iwaizumi hajime

your feet took you to stand in front of him, still standing at the doorway, and you stood on your toes to try and be eye-level with him

‘youre really cool, iwa-san’

you whispered and his ears turned red, not from the compliment, but by the close distance between you two

iwa clearedhis throat and ruffled your hair roughly, pushing you down slightly back to the balls of your feet

‘i already knew that, brat. now go and sit over there and be comfortable or whatever while i go get the food’

he hurriedly turned to hide his growing red face but you stopped him

‘iwa-san,,, ano,,, can,, i borrow a hoodie?’

you mumbled, nervously thinking he might refuse

but he grunted a response, not bothering to turn around

‘take your pick’

you smiled and thanked him before bounding over to the wardrobe that was pushed against the wall across his bed that was against the corner by his window

inside had so many hoodies and there were also shirts that were hung up on the other half

they were all graphic tees that either had american bands or anime or game references

opting for a mint green hoodie that says ‘SONIC NYOOM’, you had an undershirt under your button up and as you slipped the bloodied long sleeve off, he swung the door open, eyes focused on the tray of coke filled glasses

then he looked up and almost dropped it at the sight of you,,, like that

‘OH MY GOD SORRY’

he shrieked and carefully but hurriedly backtracked back to the hallway

ofc you were shocked too but you quickly put the hoodie on and went to get him

iwaizumi’s heart was hammering in his chest and he was VERY red with embarrassment

how could he see you like that?!

a girl who wasnt his shouldnt be seen like that by his eyes!

a touch on his arm reminded him of his position and he was still holding the tray but it was clear from the liquid in the cups that he was shaking slightly

‘iwa-san, its okay. i still had a shirt on so dont misunderstand’

you reasoned and he nodded, still not looking at you

the beginning of the movie was quite awkward as you both were sitting next to each other on the floor, backs against his mattress while the laptop played godzilla in front of yall

but it seems it was just him who was feeling this way bc you were intrigued at this weird monster that was squshing building under its foot and you continued munching on the food

iwa stood up and coughed

‘im going to take a shower’

you paused it and stared up at him, a chip halfway in your mouth

‘oh? you want me to wait for you?’

he agressively shook his head

‘no! its okay i watched it already. just,,,, watch it’

at the end, his words came out jumbled in his hurry to go and calm his heart down

you shrugged and unpaused the movie to continue watching

iwa spent his time in the shower, thinking and trying to think of stupid thoughts like the time oikawa almost choked on a peanut when they were in middle school to distract him of thoughts of how adorable you were

ONG HE WAS JUST SHOWERING AND INNOCENTLY DOING SHOWER THINGS

‘no, i said she was like a sister to me. and a sister she’ll remain’

okay ngl even though theyre not related, im worried yall would be like ‘iNcESt’ but bls a lot of people have tried to sibling-zoned people yet realized they liked them in THAT way

as he wrapped himself with a towel, he then realized

oh my god he didnt bring clothes

LMAO NOOOO IWAAAAA

iwa frantically looked around and he saw his mother’s sakura themed robe and he paused, arguing silently with him if he should wear it

well, it was either that or he went back into the room and showed you,,,,,, this

sucking in a sharp breath, he kept the towel around his waist and slipped his arms through the tight arm holes and he awkwardly tried to keep it tied since he was so much bigger than his tiny mom

what is happening

you saw the door opening and excitedly turned to tell him about this one scene when your voice died down in your throat at the sight of him

here was iwaizumi hajime, ultra muscle buff man who gets abs with a simple glance of the gym, wearing an all too-tight pink, cherry blossom print robe that was so tight the tie around it was shaking to keep it together

‘dont’

he whispered and that snapped your remaining surprise to double over in laughter

‘its so cute! iwa-san, youre so cute!’

you shrieked and he growled and hurriedly went to to grab grey sweatpants and a shirt before running straight back to the bathroom

when he finally came back out, his face was still red and he was pouting as he sat next to you back to his seat

he could feel you staring at him while looking constipated as you held your laugh in and the second your eyes met, your giggles fell out

iwa rolled his eyes

‘yes yes let it out’

‘hehe, iwa-san, i didnt know you had that style’

‘it isnt! i didnt want to walk in here practically naked with you in the room!’

he growled and you nodded, still not quite believing it

‘hai hai. just say you like pink, i wont tell’

you waved and iwa felt offended

‘what do you mean ‘hai hai’?! its really not!’

your lips pursed to keep more giggles in and iwa growled again before lunging to grab your sides and tickling you

of course being careful to not touch your wounds

you shrieked at the ticklish feeling and iwa laughed as you made weak attempts to push him off

‘huh? what was that? whatd you say? cant talk anymore, can ya?’

he teased

‘NO!!!! IWA-SAAAAN!!!!!’

you shouted in between your laughter and he finally let up when you squealed out your apologies and promised to never say it again

you breathed air into your lungs and sat back up to recollect yourselves

iwa saw the strands that escaped your bun and they were scattered everywhere looking messy with your flushed cheeks and teary eyes

oh my god you were beautiful

he was so happy that you still kept that smile despite what happened and he was going to fight to keep it there

forever

it was about nearly the end when you finally realized how different iwaizumi’s hair looked

‘oi, iwa-san, your hair is not naturally spiky?’

he continued eating the chips while still watching the movie

‘what would you expect? even shittykawa’s hair is like this. did ya know that he wakes up extra early to curl it into that shitty mess?’

your jaw dropped

‘EEEHHHH???!!!!!!!’

later, you asked him how he does his hair for school and he blindly reached for the gel that was resting on his desk before tossing it to you

‘here’

you looked at it and flickered over to his hair and then you had the greatest realization

‘GODZILLA-SAMA!’

you pointed and he stopped eating, turning to give you a confused look

‘ha?’

you shrieked in an another round of laughter

‘IWA-SAN LIKES GODZILLA-SAMA SO MUCH HE DOES HIS HAIR AFTER HIM!!!!’

you doubled over to the floor, clutching your stomach and iwaizumi’s flustered expression made you laugh harder

he knew you were smart but,,, not this smart

you figured out his secret

the secret he’s hidden since he was practically a toddler

even his best friend, the guy hes known since he was born, never made the connection

yet here you are, figuring it out not even a year of knowing him

was this part of the many reasons he,, felt his heart beat for you?

oikawa was relieved that you had the bright twinkle in your eyes the next time he saw you and you were actively talking to iwaizumi in that early morning practice

‘oh? y/n-chan, is iwa-chan your best friend now?’

he tried not to sound jealous for his own best friend’s closeness to you and he added a teasing smile for extra measure

okay that hurted me a bit

iwaizumi snarled and blasted the volleyball towards his face before he could even yell or shout

‘iwa-san, dont do that’

you chided softly, small hands wrapping around his muscly arm

but iwa patted your head

‘deserving people deserve things to happen to them’

you rolled your eyes but smiled at him

‘hai hai’

the next week, iwa still kept a close eye on you in case someone else decided to mess with you

but you told him that you swear youd tell him if someone did and he trusts you so he backed off a little

one day, he was eating lunch with the other third years in their classroom when you busted through the door, excitedly holding your phone

‘iwa-san! i figured out what country your flag was!’

he was halfway of shoving rice in his mouth when iwa looked at you

‘oh? you couldve just asked me though?’

you pouted and went to pull a chair from another desk to sit beside him

‘nooo. i wanted to work for that information. so you’re from the philippines, iwa-san?’

he nodded proudly

‘yep’

your eyes shone with interest

‘really?! you look japanese so it must be one of your parents. hey, iwa-san, which island are you from? i read about them and they have like 7641 islands-’

the others watched as you read through the article in your phone and iwa wasnt even following your words, instead staring at you with a dazed look and a lovesick smile

mattsun, makki, and oikawa exchanged looks of surprise because in all the years theyve known him especially oikawa, iwa was never interested in girls and such

he was a straight forward man with goals and straight sight to get them done with no distractions like relationships or love

yet here he was

slowly falling in love with you without even knowing he is

he continued to fall with the simplest things about you

from the perfume that you wore everyday to the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear when you were talking to someone

little quirks he used to miss was now being noticed even if you were right behind him and not in his line of vision

now, the boys were starting to see the difference of their precious ace

it was as if when he started to like you, they knew immediately by how he was acting

then one day during practice, you were late and they were all looking around for you and when they couldnt find you, they met back in the gym with nervous looks

iwa was already pacing around, a scary aura radiating off of him, and kindaichi, who went with him to look around the school, warned the others of iwaizumi’s worry

‘he was slamming doors open and he was walking so fast i had to run to even keep up with him’

then you busted through the gym door

you were actually picking up food for the team and sweets and you were held up when makki’s puffs were still being cooked

they rallied around you to make sure you werent hurt and you assured them but iwa pulled them away like picked them up and threw them off to the side and took you in his arms

iwa thought you were hurt and he was so worried something happened to you again

the hug was bone-crushing with how hard he was squeezing you but you felt his worry though and you freed your arms to wrap them around his neck

‘im okay, iwa-san’

you whispered in his ear and he nodded

‘let me hold you for a second’

he mumbled and you nodded

‘oi, theres food in the bags so make sure you eat it all. coach paid for it all so dont leave behind anything’

the mention of the food distracted them from you and iwa and they piled on top of each other to reach their food first

iwa was grateful that you distracted the others from seeing him being vulnerable towards you

‘i thought-’

‘shh,,, you have me right here, right now. safe and sound’

you knew how much seeing you all battered messed him up and his attempt of making you forget about it has been

and his worry of you being gone without no sign of where you went will forever be there and he will always have that thought in the back ofhis mind

the next time you came over, you actually met his parents

since you went home early before, you didnt catch his parents when they came home around 10 minutes after you left

but this time, they were already home with his mom cooking dinner while his father was sitting on the dining chair reading a newspaper

iwa walked through the door, shouting he was home, and you did the same thing to be customary

oof his parents were surprised

his mom turned around to share a look of surprise with her husband

sure they havent seen tooru in a while but they were pretty sure his voice wasnt that high pitched

right?

‘hajime, did you hit tooru so much you ruined his-’

then his mother stopped talking at the sight of you holding iwa’s hand tightly when yall stepped around the corner

you sheepishly smiled at them and bowed your head in greeting

oh my

so this was why iwaizumi hajime-san was really really really handsome

his parents were freaking good looking

like his mother was aphrodite with her flawless melanin skin and doe shaped eyes with a mole under her left eye

and his father was like ares, so handsome yet still manly and his appearance was a special type of good-looking with his buffness and ruffed appearance

‘iwa-san, i didnt know your parents were gods’

you mumbled, still staring at them

iwaizumi choked and coughed, flustered

‘oh my!’

his mother placed a hand over her mouth

‘hello’

his father stood up to walk in front of you and held his hand out

‘i’m hajime’s father’

you let go of hajime’s hand to shake his own with both of your hands

‘really nice to meet you! i’m l/n y/n! seijoh volleyball manager! first year!’

you introduced then stepped aside to fully bow 90 degrees

iwaizumi thought it was so cute of how flustered you were at meeting his parents

‘ay nako! nak, i didnt know you had such a beautiful girlfriend!’

she squealed and hurriedly went to stand in front of you and gently grasped your arms to stand you back straight and took a good look at you

‘youre so beautiful, iha. nice skin, pretty eyes, ang ganda!’

even with your research of tagalog, you didnt quite understand what she was saying

iwa noticed your slightly confused expression and he laughed, tucking his hands in his pockets

‘sorry, my nay speaks in taganese when she gets excited’

‘t-taganese?’

‘tagalog and japanese’

you nodded in understanding

it was time to put your basic reserach to test

‘hello po’

you greeted her and nervously took her hand and pressed the back of it to your forehead before slowly lowering it down and letting go

her wide eyes made you think you did something bad or even offensive!

‘i-i’

‘HAY NAKO, HAJIMEE~!’

she shrieked

‘YUNG-!!! YUNG-!!!’

okay im terrified

iwa noticed his mother’s malfunction and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and veered her back to her kitchen

‘sorry about her, l/n-chan. its just,,,, hajime hasnt brought home a girl before. and you doing that mustve done it in for her’

you worriedly watched hajime calm his mom down with a smile and talking to her hushed

in their perspective,,,

‘shes so nice, nak! marry her, okay? shes very pretty and she made an effort to please your nanay, so go and marry her!’

ohmylord im nervous

initially, iwa only wanted to go and hang out with you and watch a movie

not have a full dinner with his family

lmao i shouldve told you that youve been friends for months now

his mother cooked sinigang and adobo and more filipino dishes, adding even more when she saw you were joining them

the dining table was covered with a large plate full of food and you were so fascinated because this was a side of iwa that you wanted to know more about

‘wow!’

you said, not thinking, at the deep-fried fish that still had its eyeballs intact

iwa genuinely thought you would’ve shyed away from it in disgust but your eyes were glistening with genuine interest

‘iwa-san! youre so lucky you get to eat this stuff!’

you told him, looking over at his direction

while mrs iwaizumi was lading in the soup into the big bowl, mr iwaizumi was sitting at the dining table, watching your interaction and hajime telling you what each food was and your noises of surprise

he watched his son laugh when you said the palabok reminded you of the orange boy hinata

and he also watched his son look at you so lovestruck and exactly like how he looks at his wife

soon, his mother finished and they rounded the table before saying a quick prayer to bless the food and digging in

‘so, what do you want to start with, iha?’

mrs iwaizumi asked and your wide eyes looked around

‘hm, im not sure. whats your favorite iwa-san?’

you looked to your right towards hajime who was busy eating and stopped before pointing his lips towards a direction

‘that one’

‘hah?’

you asked

mrs iwaizumi laughed at her son’s actions

‘sorry, l/n-chan, my son has adapted my traits. he was pointing to this, adobo. do you want some?’

‘yes please’

the smell made your mouth water and you started to tuck in

maybe it was your managerial instincts, but you used your napkin to wipe hajime’s lips and he was also used to this and turned his head to make it easier for you then he went to grab the water jug and re-fill your glass

once it was done, you both silently went back to eating

his parents watched his exchange and it was like watching a married couple taking care of each other

‘so, l/n-chan, you said you were their manager’

mr iwaizumi started and you nodded, wiping your lips

‘yes. i have been for a while now and please, call me y/n’

‘hajime actually told us he had a new manager for his team and tooru told us too. but we didnt know you were a girl. its just so interesting for hajime to bring you home as he has never really had any female friends’

mrs iwaizumi’s comment made you chuckle and iwa’s eyes widened in embarassment

‘nay! of course ive had female friends! ive had friends from all genders!’

he reasoned but you teasingly smiled at him

‘ah, im not really surprised. iwa-san doesnt exactly have the appearance that girls are brave enough to approach’

he sent you a betrayed glance

‘hah?! what’s that supposed to mean?!’

you shrugged, going back to your food

‘im just saying that you always have this intense look in your eyes and youre always frowning. but its cute so its fine. and besides, i dont think theyve seen you laugh since you dont really smile a lot, iwa-san’

‘but you’ve seen me smile!’

‘eung. but its only to me. if they knew the stuff i knew like you being a godzilla fan or your collection of succelents, theyd see you like oikawa-san’

‘HAH?! YOU SEE ME LIKE SHITTYKAWA?!’

mrs iwaizumi held her husband’s hand on the table as they watched you both bicker and tease each other with a smile

hajime has always been on the rougher side of things and he doesnt really have many close friends other than the team and even then, tooru is the only one he can really be himself around

yet here you are, bringing out the boy hajime really is and making him laugh, a sound his parents dont really hear outside the house

and your eyes

god, your eyes held admiration, life,,,, and you might not know this yet,, but love

her eyes trailed her son who teasingly headbutted you and you faking a surprise and doing the same

then you heard his father’s cough which brought you back to where you were and the situation and the people that were there

you felt embarrassment creeping up inside you and you bowed

‘im sorry for acting like that, iwaizumi-san. i-’

‘no, dont apologize, darling. please, dont’

her soft smile made the nerves in you ease and hajime’s father winked at him and he knew exactly what his father was trying to say

after dinner, you volunteered to wash the plates but they veered you away from there and towards the living room

‘oh my god, pops! stop her!’

hajime whined because he knows what his mother was going to do

she was going to show him his baby pictures

you sat on the beige couch and watched as she reached under the coffee table and revealed a few albums that had iwaizumi hajime written on the cover

‘now, y/n-chan, hajime wasnt always this pouty. in fact, he used to always have a smile on his face and laughed at the littlest things! like right here! a leaf fell on him and he-’

stories of his childhood was exchanged throughout the night and you were laughing so hard that tears were falling out of your eyes while hajime wrapped your shoulders with his arm and he would squeeze you tightly whenever you made fun of him

‘oh dear! iwa-san! you-!’

you didnt finished as you continued to laugh and he sighed

‘nay, can we go eat dessert now?’

he asked his mother and she was beginning to feel sorry for him so she smiled and nodded

‘okay. hajime, come help me’

‘iwaizumi-san, i can-’

‘no, y/n-chan. dont you worry your pretty little head about anything and just look through more of these pictures’

hajime followed his mother to their kitchen before she stopped and turned around

his mother’s height was around 5′1 so she had to look up to meet his eyes and her hands were clasped around his biceps

she is definitely beautiful and he cursed at how little he got from his mother other than her skin color

mrs iwaizumi married her husband and immigrated to japan to have a family and your polite action from earlier moved her as she hasnt experienced that in nearly 2 decades

‘nay, shes,,,, just a friend’

he reasoned, a wobbly smile to cover up his want for that title to change

yet mothers def knows best and saw right through it

she gave him a firm look with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips

‘nak, dont lie to yourself. i raised you to never tell a lie and lying to yourself is considered lying to someone. she’s not your KAibigan, shes your kaIBIGan’

now, hajime knew a little bit of tagalog as his mother made sure he was able to at least speak to his relatives back home

so he got a hint of what she was saying yet was confused

then he realized it

his blush creeped up his neck and he chuckled, ducking his head low to avoid his mother’s eyes

‘nak, listen to me. papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ako. youre still growing and you may be confused right now, but make sure to think wisely and dont live with regrets. nanay doesnt want you to go through it all by yourself since she knows how hard it was. so please, listen to me and pursue her. shes special, hajime. she makes you so, so happy. i see it in your eyes, her eyes, god has fated you together. i feel it’

now if a filipino mother actually tells their son to go after a girl, thats a pretty big thing as its known that mothers are the hardest to convince and are fiercely protective of their sons, especially if its an only son, but mrs iwaizumi literally tells hajime to go court you because she sees how happy you make him and is willing to let hajime go to you

definitely his mother’s words stuck to him and as he walked you home, he was busy thinking that he was quiet and you were worried as he would be talking right now

‘iwa-san? you okay?’

you asked and he blinked, taken back to reality from his daydream

‘hm, yea’

he answered to look at you

hes been pining for months now and he slipped his hand into yours, holding it tightly

uwu if you want to see iwa moments with y/n, read through the seijoh manager series as theres a lot of them in there

he wanted you yet, he knew it would be selfish of him to keep you in the future

he would be a college student while you’re in your 2nd year

would you want to be so far away from him?

could you handle it?

‘yanno, iwa-san, your dad told me something interesting’

you suddenly said, squeezing his hand and kicking rocks while looking up at the night sky

‘what was it? something embarrassing?’

he immediately feared that they told you that story when he was still potty training and he fell straight into the toilet

‘hmm,,, no. he told me that he met your nanay when she was a high school student and he was a in an intern at your lolo’s company’

iwa listened and he had a smile at how you said the tagalog word for grandfather

‘he said she almost ran him over by her bike and she fled but they met again when she visited your lolo. through that, they became friends and then she confessed to him. apparently, he declined because she was younger than him, although just 3 years, and he was leaving for his own country in a few months so he didnt know if she would wait for him’

were,,,, you reading his mind?

iwa knew of his parents story yet with you telling it, it sounded a million times more interesting

‘yet she promised him. thats it, just a promise. that she would remain faithful to him, she would keep herself for him and when she finally graduates, she would go and find him and they could be happy together. he said it was the longest 3 years of his life yet when he saw in the airport, he felt like the wait was worth it. because he gets to hold the embodiment of happiness in his arms for the rest of his life’

you finished and he hummed

‘times have changed, y/n’

‘even you?’

you stopped walking and he naturally stopped too

‘would you wait for me like he did if i promised myself to you? if i promised you that despite the few years of waiting, i would still be yours and remain yours until we’re ready to be together?’

WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!

iwa’s heart was drumming in his chest and he wanted so desparately to look at you in the eyes but you were making that impossible as your head was bowed and your eyes were fixed on the concrete you both stood on

‘of course, i would’

your head snapped up and e/c clashed with olive eyes

‘i would wait for you. we may,,, be young right now. and they might think we’re,,, being impulsive. but i dont care. because right now, all that matters, is you and me. we can think about the consequences later, but right now, i just want to kiss you’

he admitted, red ears seen by the moonlight

your body shook

‘do it, no balls’

well,,,, he has the balls

and under the moon, at 8:34 pm, iwaizumi hajime kissed you

OML THIS REMINDS ME OF THAT SEIJOH SHORT WHEN HE WAS TALKING TO OIKAWA AND HIS NEIGHBORS ARE LIKE ‘AH SHITE HERE WE GO AGAIN’

it didnt come as a surprise to the team when yall announced your relationship

well,, you both actually didnt tell them outright until like weeks later

what can you say?

you and iwa are very private people and you dont really like to show off in public

even though yall lit rally are stuck to the hip and he does things that he doesnt even think hes doing but he is totally doing

you were only caught by,,, guess who

mrs iwaizumi

it was weeks when she met up with mrs oikawa bc theyre totally best friends and thats why their sons are best friends

she told her of her son’s girlfriend and how sweet you were and how mrs oikawa should be jealous that her son doesnt have a girlfriend like that and the standards for oikawa’s future girlfriend was raised just by that teasing

oikawa literally came into after school practice after a phone call with his mother, fuming

you were talking to kindaichi and yahaba with iwa beside you, arm around your waist totally not obvious guys

and yall just saw an angry oikawa stomping towards yall

‘y/n-chan, iwa-chan, why the hell did my mom just call me and tell me that im not allowed to bring home a girl if she doesnt have h/c with s/c (skin color) and e/c and h/m (height measurement)?’

you shrugged

‘oikawa-san, i’ve never even met your mom before’

but iwa had a hunch

‘ahh,,,, my mom mustve been bragging to your mom. yanno how they are’

oikawa shot him a disbelieving look

‘IWA-CHAN! ITS BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND AND I DONT! BUT ITS WORSE THAT YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS AFFECTING MY FUTURE ONE!’

he ranted, completely unaware that he just outed your entire relationship to the team

tbh they werent even surprised

like they were all ‘damn now shes taken. but cant say i didnt see that coming’

they took it pretty well too

they know how iwa is and they literally respect this mans and if anything, out of the whole team, he is the best candidate for your boyfriend

dating iwa is totally normal and yall just have increased touches?? like i dont know how to explain like he’s constantly holding your hand or arm around your waist or shoulder etc

literally nothing changed

you still have dinners at his house and iwa also knows your family and all that

and the most important thing is,

he kept that promise

even when he was literally at the other side of the world,

he still remained yours and you kept your own promise and waited patiently for his return

OOOOO TIMESKIP IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER

a little girl with bouncing dark brown hair was giggling as she maneuvered herself around the tall people

a shout from her parents and little sister was only making her run faster until she crashed into the legs of the person she’s been looking for

his blue jersey was similar to hers and she raised her arms up with a bright smile

‘uncle!’

she yelled and he chuckled before hoisting her up to his arms

‘ah, reyna-chan, didnt mom and dad tell you to wait for them? look! tala-chan is crying because you left her’

she followed his finger to her little sister, who was in her father’s arms, crying and reaching out for her

‘nee-chan!’

she screeched

finally, her parents were there and you were scolding her for running off

‘reyna, just dont do that again’

you said and she nodded, pouting and holding her uncle’s thumb

‘thank you, tooru-san. i dont know what i would do if she got lost’

oikawa grinned then gently patted the hat-covered head of the newborn baby girl that was strapped to your chest

‘hehe, its okay, y/n-chan. after all! uncle is always there to save reyna-chan!’

she shrieked when he held her up and hajime shook his head in his antics

‘where’s the others? i saw them in the stands but-’

he was cut off when he heard the shouts and yells from the other side that could only belong to your boys

‘woooo!!!!’

kindaichi’s voice echoed through the place and mattsuhana were rushing to greet their goddaughters

tala shyly accepted the arms of mattsun while makki was squealing quietly when darna was holding his finger tightly as she slept

‘taka-san, wanna hold her? she’s easier to hold when she’s sleeping’

‘oh can i?’

his eyes held the stars as the 11-month-old raised her fist then lowered it back down, sleep still heavy on her

‘waaa~ darna-chan is growing really quickly’

kunimi whispered, peering over his senpai to look at the baby whos eyes kept fluttering

you chuckled while looking at oikawa and him playfully bouncing reyna

‘tooru-san, congratulations on your win. it seems you’ve beaten hajime this time’

you complimented and the brunette smiled brightly at you, adjusting the little girls in his arms

‘ei, y/n-chan, i’ll beat him next time, and next time and the next time!’

every time he said ‘next’ he gave his goddaughter a kiss on her cheek making her giggle

your husband was pouting at the reminder of japan’s loss and you reached over to wrap your arms around him causing hajime to turn his head away from you

‘aww, my 4th baby is sad now’

you cooed and cupped his face delicately on your hands making him sulk and whine

the others, watching the scene, continue to be surprised at this side of their captain that remains to only be caused by you

‘ugh, nearly a decade later and theyre still sappy’

yahaba gagged and watari slapped his back

‘let them be happy’

‘come on! im in the mood for spaghetti! you like spaghetti, tala-chan?’

‘eung!’

mattsun cheered with kindaichi and she raised her hands to share the same energy

once everyone was situated in a restaurant and ordered, small talks were shared around the table of the past

‘haha, spaghetti is how your baba found out about you, tala-chan’

yahaba’s comment made the walking group laugh at the memory of seeing the video you sent in the seijoh group chat

‘i wanted to be creative with my second child since my firstborn was revealed by this loudmouth’

oikawa winced at the indirect diss at him

‘y/n-chan! i was really excited to find out i was going to be an uncle!’

‘youre already an uncle, bakakawa!’

hajime has toned down the insults to keep it pg for the children

‘but-!’

they started to argue, the oldest daughter looking disinterested as she sees this happening or hearing it whenever her dad and uncle video chat

‘it took me forever to find a ‘prego’ pasta sauce in the grocery store like i dont know why. was there a shortage?’

you complained, remembering the frustration

your fellow first years snickered at you and kindaichi prodded fun at you

‘is that why you just outright told him you were pregnant the day you found out?’

you rolled your eyes and watched makki and mattsun and tala watch the youngest as she wiggled her fists in the air and was awake enough to babble ‘makki’ over and over again

that was her first word and although she is now able to say a few words, she still repeats her first word over and over again

‘we had a fight and it just came out so of course i didnt have time to prepare!’

you defended and hajime finished his antics with oikawa just as you said that

‘what-what was your words again? ‘i really want to push you off the roof right now but i want my baby to meet their bastard father first?’‘

you gasped at that regretful statement and punched him in the arm

‘hajime! stop!’

you whined and covered your face with the sleeves of your his hoodie

‘hehe, y/n, you should do that again’

kyotani teased and you glared at him

‘shut up kyotani’

eyebrows were raised

‘eh? are you more hormonal?’

‘do you realize you already have 3 daughters?’

‘iwaizumi-san really wants to have a volleyball team family’

‘at least wait a year and a half, you animals’

‘so,, like hes that good huh?’

hajime growled and leaned over to intimidate but you snarled and jumped on your feet, being held back by the arms by kindaichi and hajime to stop yourself from leaping across the table to kill yahaba

‘keep talking like shite and i’ll make sure none of you become the godfather of this baby’

okay what

one, did you just curse

and two, this baby?!

‘im big sister again?!’

reyna ruined the surprised silence and then chaos ensued

‘WHAT!’

‘BABY?!’

‘THIS BABY?!’

you just realized what you said and smirked at the chaos you created and sat back down, leaning on the back of the chair and smugly taking a sip of your water

‘oh the power i hold in my hands’

you teased and oikawa pointed at you

‘when! how long!’

you looked at hajime who was so shocked that his eyes glazed over and a passerby wouldve thought he was dead

‘apparently 3 months’

oikawa started counting and his eyes widened at that thought

‘you-! you stayed in argentina! in my house! my house-!’

‘yep. both of them created under your house’

what

!!!!!

hajime fainted

oikawa screamed

a/n: okay i admit i got a little too carried away with this one. i just love filo!iwa and this was mostly written in his pov bc cmon we all know we love iwa and fell in love w him the moment we saw him

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sakuric · 3 years

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VALENTINES DAY!!

part one of two

wc; 1082

genre; fluff

a/n; hello!! this is part one of two of my valentines day series <3 hehe i hope it isn't confusing and this is also based on "to all the guys i've ever lovedbefore" but roles reversed ig?? this is also inspired by/dedicated to @admiringlove <3 i hope u enjoy!

gen taglist; @graykageyama @elixhirs @soranihimawari @vhskenma

valentines day was never a huge deal to you. every year it’s all the same; love in the air, chocolates everywhere, people getting love letters, couples nearly swallowing each others faces. you thought that valentines day was just another occasion for couples to stuff it in your face that you're single. it’s not like you chose to be single either. if only a cute guy left a letter for you in your locker… yet it seemed like such high expectations. no one could ever love someone like you, let alone leave love letters at your locker.

“oh look, it’s the lonely loser ” they laughed at your face, them being the popular guys and girls in your school. you scoffed as you stopped in your tracks, hands slightly gripping the straps of your backpack. “what, you upset that you’re single?” the jock of the group said, making the rest of his friends laugh at you once more.

“not really.” you said teasingly. “i don't think i’d like to be like you and have a million stds by now.” you turned on your heel. “oh, and if i were you…” your head turned towards the stunned lads. “i wouldn't kiss my girlfriend like that.” you turned your head to face forward and walked away, a prominent smirk planted on your face.

“pathetic,” you mumbled under your breath as you put in the combination for your locker. the locker opened and what you didn't expect was for five letters to land by your feet. . you looked down to see the letters, and a box of chocolates, scattered on the ground. you quickly picked up each one and quickly stuffed them in your bag, begging whoever was above that no one saw it. oh, but they did. nearly everyone in the hallway saw the letters fall and you frantically stuffing them in your bag. this is the worst valentines day by far…

—

“hey, honey!” your parent greeted as you entered through the door. “had fun in school today?”

“not really, but thanks for asking. i have homework so i’ll be heading to my room.” you said, before grabbing a banana and stepping up the stairs. you closed the door to your bedroom and locked it, quickly walking to your desk and sitting down.

you weren't excited for the letters. honestly, you couldn't care less, but it’s the first time ever that someone has given you letters for valentines day. you opened your bag, turned on the desk lamp and took out the letters.

your fingers carefully traced the edges of each letter, trying not to get too excited.

ripping open each envelope, you hoped to see a name of, maybe, an old crush. or someone you didn't know about. oh, but you did. you knew all these five men all too well.

akaashi keiji, tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, osamu miya and suna rintarō.

these five were the most liked guys from all the school. they weren't only gifted with looks, they also had the talents, the ability to have anyone wrapped around their pretty fingers, you included. they were a whole package of good looks, abs, muscles and teenage dreams. and, apparently, they also sent you these letters.

opening each one, a small part of you hoped that this wasn't just a sick joke and that someone wasn't messing with you.

dear y/n,

you might know me as one of the more popular guys, and all the rumours spread around me too. but i wanted to assure you that i’m not anything like what people say i am. i am akaashi keiji, the guy from your biology class, and i wanted to confess my sympathy for you.

i’ve always seen you in the side lines, either walking in the halls and walking right past me, or sitting in front of me in biology class. and i’ve always wanted you to be more than that. so i am kindly asking you to go out with me on a date.

if you do not wish to go, as much as it breaks my heart, it’s also okay.

sincerely, keiji.

—

my dearest y/n,

i’m not the best at writing letters, but i wish you can at least understand what i’m trying to say with this. i’m atsumu miya, also known as the better twin. i want to let you know that i’ve always had a soft spot for ya.

i’ve seen you work and i remember when you tutored me because i sucked at physics (i still do, but i understand it better because of you <3) long story short, i’ve liked you ever since then and i’d like for you to be my valentine :)

you have my number so let me know,

atsumu.

—

y/n,

tooru oikawa here. i’m gonna make this short and straight to the point, because i don't want this to get sappy.

i like you, y/n l/n, i like you a lot. and i’ve liked you for a while.

i hope you feel the same (it’d be awkward if you don't.. besides i’m like the hottest guy in school, of course you’d like me.)

see you soon, tooru.

—

suna here

this isn't really a love letter because i’ve never written one. i know you’re probably thinking that’s a lie bc i have so many girls around me, but i’ve actually never liked them. i like you. i’ve liked you ever since i saw you. so i hope you don't take this as a joke, because this is my sincere side and i’m being honest. let me know, you probably have my number, (if not xxx-xx-xxxx). <3 :)

—

dear l/n.

hello, osamu here. i couldn't keep this inside anymore, as it hurts me more and more because you don't know how i feel. i like you. maybe more than just a friend, although we're not really friends… we only see each other in certain classes, but i hope this makes sense, because i do like you. this isn't a joke, i’m being honest. i like you. and if you like me, i’d like to take you out on a date.

yours truly, osamu <3

you sat at your desk in shock, not even noticing the few skipped heart beats in your chest. every single letter had butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach, a blush decorating your cheeks and your hands trembling in anxiety.

what were you going to do now…

#— rayne writes #haikyuu #tooru oikawa #akaashi keiji #osamu miya #atsumu miya #suna rintaro #haikyuu x you #akaashi x gn!reader #oikawa x gn!reader #miya osamu x gn!reader #miya atsumu x gn!reader #suna rintaro x reader

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lvmosity · 4 years

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my only valentine | draco malfoy [2]

pairing: draco malfoy x slytherin!reader

genre: fluff bc it’s a valentines day special ooh la la

summary: you and draco have been enemies since the start of hogwarts despite being in the same houses, but everyone knows you two secretly like each other. valentines day has arrived and you hope to receive a love confession from one boy only; your arch-enemy nevertheless. however, a minor incident occurs caused by draco and hurts you deeply. will your valentines day be rescued?

word count: 3.7k

warnings: minor swearing ?? sorry i swear a lot

a/n: final part is here! received a lot of love on my first one and that made me really happy! thank u all eeek <3 couldn’t hesitate to finish this off because i didn’t want to make u wait a long time so here it is! enjoy :-) also idk if there are errors in here even tho i proofread multiple times, so let me know if u see any !!

tags: @aus-pi-cially @biinspiration @iwritetrashimagines @juliemoney45 @a-hoe-for-vanya @slytherclawmalfoy

read part one → here

After the incident, you stayed in your dorm for the rest of the day. Professor McGonagall excused you out of classes, each visiting the Professors that you had a class with today to report that you wouldn’t be attending due to you falling ‘ill’. You mentally thanked her for that and you reminded yourself to thank her properly the next morning since you were too upset and embarrassed to walk out.

You knew that at this very moment that everyone was talking about you, you were once again the main gossiping topic. When some students had asked your classmates who were present at the incident, they simply explained the situation and one by one the information had quickly spread like wildfire.

Many girls felt bad for you, some of the girls from your house even visited you during their frees and empathised with you. After stating that you were feeling alright, they started to bad-mouth Draco by calling him all sorts and making fun of him. You’d never thought you’d hear your own housemates mockingly make fun of Draco but it was a blessing to your ears. Although, you wished for their safety as you knew his father will hear about it and order expulsion upon them.

And by most girls, you mean everyone except a few girls such as Pansy Parkinson enjoyed you feeling dejected. You weren’t the only girl who liked him of course. Since Year One, Pansy has made sure to everyone that she likes loves Draco. You could visualise the look on her face when she heard about the situation, and she probably looked the happiest she’s ever been.

Pansy also made it clear that she hates you. At first, you both didn’t have a problem with each other since you were Slytherin housemates, however, you couldn’t hold back your slight annoyance with her once she showed attitude. But at the start of Year 4, she turned hostile towards you. Apparently, she sees you as a threat and you’d soon ruin her ‘plans’, whatever they were.

Your friends came by during dinner to give the gifts you left in class since you ran out without grabbing them. They each gave you a consoling hug, several uplifting words to cheer you up as well as desserts from the meal they were serving as a Valentines Day special. It did manage to bring your mood up which was a good thing as you were able to focus on something else.

However, the second you lay eyes on the gifts that laid on your bedside counter, you’d instantly be reminded about the incident turning your mood sour. You couldn’t help but tear up which escalates into a crying session. You’ve possibly had around five sessions since then and now it’s six because you just looked at it again.

It really hurt you. His words struck thorns in your heart, he really didn’t have feelings for you at all. You cursed at yourself for thinking he’d have a slight interest in you all this time but now you realised you were wrong; he has always hated you. He despised you. From the very start lasting to the very end.

What does this mean to you from now on? Obviously, it means your crush on Draco should be completely destroyed. No, it needs to be. You’d be a fool to continue liking Draco after that, he literally declared his hatred for you and he had an audience to hear it loud and clear. He’ll never see you anything more than an enemy. He only saw you as a despicable, loathsome, grotesque looking, ugly--

“Ugh, I’m such an idiot!” you cried out with despair and flipped the bed covers over your head.

You forced your eyes shut and tried to shut any thoughts of Draco but images of him kept coming back. It was hopeless. You were never going to get over him.

Time goes by and you watched the sky turn from grey to black indicating that it was night-time. It was time for everyone to head back to their dorms since classes had finished for the day. One by one you watch your roommates, as well as your friends, stumble into the room and hop into bed falling fast asleep minutes later.

You lie in bed, tossing back and forth multiple times unable to get in a comfortable position. It had been a while since everyone had fallen asleep, snores filled the room as well as the ticking of the clock. You concluded that you weren’t going to fall asleep any time soon as you weren’t tired despite feeling the heaviness on your eyelids.

Taking a quick glance at the clock, you saw that it was only beginning to hit 11PM. Sighing, you step out of bed, slipping your slippers on as you walk outside. You knew no one would be awake at this time judging by how late it was thus spending a bit of time sitting in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin Common Room would be a good way to fall asleep quicker and clear your thoughts.

You step into the Common Room and just as you thought; not one person was awake. The fireplace was still lit and burning strongly along with the violent crackling of the fire. The lamps had been switched off leaving the fireplace and the light from the windows to be the only source of light. It was awfully eerie without anyone else in the room but it didn’t bother you as much because you were used to it, it was located in the dungeons of course.

As you made your way downstairs, you were starting to feel the heat radiating from the fire inch by inch. You shuddered at the warmth wafting your face once you stood in front of the fireplace. Sitting yourself down on the carpet, you cross your legs and lifted your hands up to warm them up.

You give a long sigh, relaxing your shoulders and the muscles in your body. For a couple of minutes, you had stayed like this, welcoming the warmth that surrounded you and you felt at peace. You were able to clear your thoughts out to the point you felt like you had moved on from that horrific incident.

“Oh, you’re still up.”

You quickly look behind to see Draco leaning over the balcony, gazing at you. How long has he been standing there for? Why was he still wide awake at this time? More importantly, what the hell do you do now?

Your eyes widen out of shock, instantly turning back and stare at the fireplace and start to fidget with your hands. You could hear him walk down the steps, your heart is starting to beat fast. His footsteps are coming closer. Your mind was racing as you frantically look around. Should you try and run away so you wouldn’t have to face him? Do you stay sitting down and wait for him? Maybe If you thought of a good excuse, you can walk back to the dorm without any awkwardness. Or you can just run away right now and he wouldn’t even have the chance to say something--

Draco clears his throat as he calmly sits himself down next to you. Legs crossed, he also warms his hands up neither saying a word or glancing at you.

You didn’t want to peek at him but you could tell out of the corner of your eye that he doesn’t seem to have a scowl or an irritated look despite being next to you. Instead, he supports a blank face. It was difficult to guess how he’s feeling right now.

Focusing back on the fireplace, you both sit there in silence, both not having the confidence to speak a single word. It stays like that for a while, listening to the crackling of the fire, hearing his and your quiet breathing, your heartbeat gradually ringing loud in your ears. You were starting to feel uncomfortable with the awkward atmosphere. You weren’t sure if Draco was feeling the same, you were too nervous to check his face.

“Can’t sleep?”

Draco breaks the silence. Finally encouraging yourself to look at him, you wait for him to turn to you and wait for your reply but he doesn’t. His eyes still fixated on the fire in front. You sigh internally.

“Y-yeah...” Your words wavering at the end. You slowly uncross your legs before bending and pressing them against your chest. You cross your arms and place them on top of your knees, propping your chin on top afterwards.

Great. Draco now knows you’re basically shitting your pants right now. That made you even more nervous. He’s probably making fun of you right now in his head.

“Just wanted to clear my mind and it’s working out fairly good.” You try to laugh your nervousness off in hopes that Draco would ignore your slight tremor from before.

"Your brain must feel as good as new,” Draco said causing you to look at him again, “seeing that you’ve never used it in your whole life.”

You frown at him before rolling your eyes.

“You know, I’ve been trying to see things from your point of view but I can’t get my head that far up my arse.”

You snap back at Draco, waiting for him to give you his iconic nasty look and throw an insult back but to your surprise, he doesn’t. Draco sits there in silence again, he still hasn’t bothered trying to look at you. You were starting to debate whether he was only here to argue or have a normal chat for once or maybe even apologise.

But this was Draco Malfoy you were talking about. He would never in a million years apologise to someone unless they were his father or that he really meant it or if he knew he was in the wrong.

Maybe you should just go and leave him alone, you really weren’t in the mood to argue with him as well as be in the same room as him. Especially after what he said. This will possibly be the last time you exchange words with him, you figured it would be best to stray clear of Draco, ignoring any snide comments he makes and pretend he didn’t exist. It’ll be tough alright but you knew you had to do it.

You sigh once more and stand up, giving Draco one last look. “If you’re only here to tease me then It’s useless to even share the same air with you right now,” He’s still not turning to face you. You didn’t know why you continued standing there as if you’re expecting anything to happen. “so goodbye Malfoy. Nice knowing you by the way.”

You turn on your heels and swiftly walk away, each stepping closer to the stairs. You didn’t dare try to look back, it would only hold you back thus you kept your eyes in front.

“I’m sorry.”

You froze, standing in your spot motionless. Did he just apologise? There’s no way you heard that correctly, no, it’s your mind playing tricks on you convincing you to turn around and accompany him. Just keep walking, Draco didn’t say it.

“I’m sorry.” Apologising again.

You slowly turn around and see that Draco had finally faced you, his eyes bore into yours. Your mouth slightly gaped open as if to speak but no sound could be made. You felt weak under the stares of Draco, you could feel your legs starting to wobble.

“I, uh, didn’t mean what I said before... y’know... me calling you ugly,” Draco bites his bottom lips feeling slightly embarrassed now that he’s facing you. Bowing his head, he continues rambling on, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It was a mistake, it came out so suddenly--”

“Thank you Draco.”

Draco’s head shoots up, his eyes wide open. He had heard his name come out of your mouth, and it was his first name instead of the usual ‘Malfoy’.

“What?”

“I said thank you Draco.”

A blush crept along his cheeks as he quickly turns his head to the side in an attempt to conceal it. However, he knew it failed as you give a quiet giggle. You found it amusing to see Draco react in a way after hearing his name being said, especially since it was from you.

“For what?”

“You finally apologised to me... and you actually meant it this time without being sarcastic.”

Draco smiles sheepishly, scratching the side of his head with his head still turned away. He couldn’t meet the eyes of yours, he felt too ashamed at the fact that he couldn’t get the blush on his face to fade anytime soon. He gives a short nod as if to acknowledge your thanks causing you to smile in return.

Once again, the silence returns as both of you stand in front of each other, you looking down at your feet fidgeting whilst Draco did the same. Your throat started to dry up as you were too nervous to swallow, the atmosphere became awfully awkward.

“I don’t think you’re ugly by the way,” Draco suddenly said, “you’re the opposite actually.”

Raising your eyebrows, you question him, “Like what? I’m somewhat decent is what you’re trying to say.”

Draco immediately shakes his head.

“Then what?” You were starting to become impatient.

“You’re just not ugly okay? I can’t explain it.”

“Oh so I’m like above ugly but below average looking, maybe those are the words you’re looking for--”

“For Merlin’s sake, you’re pretty goddamn it!”

You instantly shut up, looking at him directly with your mouth slightly gaped open. Draco gives out a long sigh, calming himself down. He had almost shouted it out loud to wake anyone up.

“You’re not ugly, you’re pretty,” Draco said with a much quieter, soft tone. “Really fucking pretty. You were never ugly in my eyes, from the moment I met you up until now, I still find you pretty.”

He steps closer to you, closing in the gap between the both of you before stopping to have only a few metres left. He was practically an arm's length away, close enough for him to hear your heart beating frantically, as well as the heat radiating from you. Draco noticed how you were blushing like mad, after all, this was the closest you guys have ever been.

“I like you Y/N.”

And in the blink of an eye, he steps in further and grabs your chin to lift it upwards before he kisses you. Impulsively, you kiss back as you close your eyes, your lips moving in sync with his. His lips were slightly chapped but it had softened in time as it felt incredibly plumpy against your very own.

His hands gently move to the side of your face, his thumb lightly brushing your cheek. You squirm under his touch but your lips were still laced together, you swore you felt Draco subtly bite your bottom lip indicating that he was enjoying this. And so did you.

After what seemed like forever, Draco pulls apart and drops his hand. Still blushing furiously, you delicately touch your lips. Did you guys really just kiss?

Draco steps back and chuckles, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“I like you too.” You randomly blurt out causing Draco to laugh again.

“I know.”

“You knew?”

“I’m not an idiot. You made it quite obvious with your stares and flirting that it wasn’t hard to notice Y/N.” He rolls his eyes.

“Ah...” You said, tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear. “Whoops.”

You open your mouth to speak again. “I feel sorry for the guy who gave me those Valentines gifts.” Draco listens to you curiously, “I can’t imagine the look on his face when he finds out his crush has been kissed by another guy.”

He stares at you in disbelief. “Are you daft?”

“What?” You said, confused.

“I sent you those.”

“As if. The Draco Malfoy sent me Valentines gifts?” You try to suppress your laughter since you found it amusing.

Draco shoots you an offended look, “Yeah well, it’s not like I wanted to in the first place. Mother insisted that I man up and woo a girl so I don’t live my life as an old man that’s on the verge of dying as a loner.”

“Whatever you say Malfoy.” Giggling at his poor excuse.

He tuts before he leans back on the couch, crossing his arms, he lifts his head to look at you. He tilts his head to the side and smirks causing you to raise your eyebrows.

“So, does this mean we’re a thing now?”

“No.”

“What? But I just made out with you.”

You turn red at his statement. “You don’t just automatically assume a couple gets together after kissing.” You explained.

“Then do I have to do something more other than a kiss?” He winks suggestively. You scrunch your face in disgust.

“No, you dimwit, you have to ask them out first in the traditional way.”

Draco lets out an ‘ahh’ and nods slowly. He uncrosses his arms and stands up, still leaning on the couch. “Then will you be my girlfriend?”

You let out a disappointed whine, “Seriously Malfoy, I can’t tell if you’re doing this to be funny or what--”

“No,” Draco stands up and walks closer to you, his hand lifts to grasps yours, taking you by surprise. “I’m serious. I’d like to be your boyfriend Y/N.”

He softly brushes his thumb up and down your fingers, waiting patiently for your answer. He locks eyes with you making your heart flutter. Your mouth kept opening and closing, unable to get a word out. You didn’t know how to respond to his bold question.

It had only been an hour since you had concluded it was best to discard your crush on Draco and move on with your life. It had only been a few hours since you and several other Slytherin girls were having the time of your lives, badmouthing him. It had been hours since Draco had completely crushed your heart with his hurtful comments. These were enough reasons for you to reject Draco on the spot.

But not enough for it to convince your heart otherwise. No, your heart was telling you to forgive Draco and accept him.

You finally pull out of your thoughts and look at him. Draco looks at you with anticipation and starts overthinking. He wishes that you would answer him anytime now otherwise, he’ll feel humiliated knowing he got rejected. But that quickly disappears when he sees you give a small smile.

“Okay.”

Draco’s mouth forms into a grin, his heart leaping with joy. Oh, how he looked so cute.

“But what about Pansy?”

“What about her?”

“You do know that she’s always had this massive crush on you, right?”

Draco shrugs. “So what?”

You look at him dumbfounded. “I thought you two had a thing for each other.”

“You’re joking?” You shake your head. Draco sighs, “I’ve never liked Pansy, she gets on my nerves.”

“She’s been going around saying she was your Valentines, even showed a box of chocolates with your name on it but everyone could recognise her scruffy handwriting anywhere.” You revealed making Draco snortle.

“Ha! She wishes she was. What a freak.”

You nod trying to believe his words but you still had doubts. Draco notices your troubled look and intertwines his fingers with yours. “Besides,” he starts off. You gaze at him as he gazes back with a smile. “you’re my only valentine.”

Thus with that, he plants a kiss on your cheek making you genuinely smile at him.

●●●

“Ah, looks like Y/L/N finally stopped being emo and joined us back in class.” Mocked Pansy once she stepped inside Potions Class.

Her eyes lie on the back of your head as she struts over to your desk. You lazily sit back on your chair as you watch Pansy sit on the edge of the table.

“Welcome back,” She said with a sarcastic smile. “had an amazing time with your Valentines date?”

You respond by looking at her with a sinister smile. “Oh, you bet. ”

Pansy gives you a weird look before the door slams open and all heads turn to see the source of the loud sound. Draco walks in, his two other goons following behind. Ignoring the eyes of his classmates, he starts making his way to his desk.

You immediately stand up and march over to Draco. Your classmates start to whisper and watch you, thinking you were going to confront Draco and punch him for being an asshole.

Draco stops in his tracks once he saw you were walking towards him, and before he knew it, you grab the sides of his face and kiss him.

Everyone in the room shouts out of shock. They couldn’t believe the scene happening in front of them. One of your classmates, Seamus, makes a catcall causing a few of the boys to laugh. Draco’s goons, on the other hand, looked bewildered seeing him fraternising with the enemy. He definitely had some explaining to do.

The girls looked either jealous or happy. Your friends looked at each other with excited smiles, whilst Hermione just rolled her eyes at the view but aggressively elbowed Ron in his sides after he pulled a disgusted look.

You pull away making Draco look at you confusingly, still taking in what had happened.

You shoot a cheeky smile at Pansy over your shoulder, “I had an amazing time.” Pansy angrily glares at you before pushing past you and storms out of the room.

“Everyone’s going to assume we’re a thing now after you kissed me.” He teased as you looked back at him.

“Well, weren’t we always?” You wink at him and turn around, walking back to your desk leaving Draco stunned.

Draco grins to himself, “Touché.”

Both of you knew you two were going to be in the centre of attention again, the main topic to gossip about except this was going to be something new to you both. However, instead of hearing the common ‘Draco and Y/N are fighting again’, it’d turn to ‘Draco and Y/N are having a love quarrel again.’ And that made you excited.

Maybe Valentines Day isn’t a bad event after all.

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(Also sorry you are working on sads and feel blegh) maybe Rain is too "mundain" as far as prompts. 5? 7? 8? Any of those sound fun? 😂

5. Typed kisses.

7. Kisses after decades apart.

8. Kisses after dark.

Birdy, bc I love you, I’m going to try to do all of these haha.

(Shoutout to @adamarks for looking this over to make sure I wasn’t going insane.)

(1:35): Good morning!

(1:35): Snow, it’s 1 in the morning.

(1:36): Why are you messaging me?

(1:36): It’s 7:30 here.

(1:36): It’s still morning, though. So my original text stands.

(1:37): Good morning, Snow.

(1:37):😘 😘

(1:38): XO.

Day 2:

(10:03): Let me know how your appointment goes.

(10:03): XO.

(10:04): My what?

(10:04): Your check-up.

(11:05): You forgot about it, didn’t you?

(11:10): I’m here, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Baz.

(11:12): You’re an idiot, Snow.

(11:12): 😘 😘 love you.

(11:13): I love you too, XO.

Day 3:

(15:03): Do you think the milk is still good?

(15:04): When did it go bad?

(15:05): It says it went bad a few days ago.

(15:06): But the date says best by…

(15:06): So it just means it isn’t at its BEST right?

(15:07): How does it smell?

(15:07): Not good.

(15:08): Then don’t drink it.

(15:09): What if I just don’t know how milk is supposed to smell? How often do I really smell milk?

(15:10): Snow, just get more milk. I think we can spare the money it costs.

(15:10): But I’ve already started cooking.

(15:12): I’m just going to try anyway.

(15:12): It’ll be cooked anyway, right?

(15:13): I want it known I believe this to be a bad idea.

(15:14): You also said that subscribing to three different butter services was “unnecessary and excessive”

(15:15): I stand by that, Snow.

(15:15): How can one person eat that much butter each month?

(15:16): I can’t believe you would doubt my abilities like this.

(15:16): I thought we were in a loving and supportive relationship.

(15:17): I love you and support your health.

(15:17): Which means cutting back on butter sometimes, darling.

(15:20): I’m going to use the milk.

(15:22): I wish you the best.

(15:22): 😘 😘

(15:23): XO.

Day 5:

(7:40): How is your stomach?

(7:45): Better.

(7:45): I told you to buy new milk.

(7:47): I think there is a stomach bug going around.

(7:47): Probably that.

(7:49): Sure, Snow.

(7:49): That’s why you spent yesterday regurgitating the entire contents of your stomach.

(7:50): Yes, it is.

(7:52): Have a good day.

(7:52): I miss you.

(7:52): 😘 😘

(7:55): I miss you too.

(7:55): XO.

Day 8:

(20:46): The people above us are pounding it out again.

(20:47): Earplugs are in my bedside drawer.

(20:47): If you were here I’d just try to compete.

(20:48): You certainly would not.

(20:50): I bet we could beat them.

(20:52): Come on, Baz, I know you’ve got a competitive streak. Don’t let Richard and Shelly show us up.

(20:53): You’ve got two hands, Snow. I’m sure you could manage something.

(20:54): Oh? Good idea.

(20:54): Talk later.

(20:55): 😘 😘

(20:57): I regret so much about this conversation.

(20:57): XO.

Day 13:

(14:05): YOU COME BACK TOMORROW!

(14:07): Please stop yelling at me.

(14:07): But yes, I do.

(14:08): 😊 😊 😊

(14:09): I love you.

(14:14): I love you too.

(14:15): Can we facetime?

(14:15): In a couple of hours, Snow.

(14:15): I’ve got one more meeting.

(14:16): 😔

(14:16): Alright.

(14:17): XO.

(14:18): 😘 😘

Day 14

I get through security. It’s always a painful even, especially in America. Have to practically strip just to stand in a machine that tells everyone what I’ve already known.

No gun here the machine says with a green light and a beep.

As if I’d need one.

It’s been delayed several hours for a reason I’ve yet to figure out. The weather looks clear, planes are moving in and out. People on other flights are still departing on time.

The only reasonable explanation I’ve come up with is the airline is incompetent.

“Snow,” I say, putting a finger in my right ear, trying to ignore the man screaming at the poor help desk person. “I may not be back until tomorrow.”

I look at the clock. Even if we left now I wouldn’t get home until midnight.

“What? Why?” He asks. His voice sounds frantic.

I hate worrying him.

“This airline work flew me through is set upon ruining my life,” I growl under my breath.

The service representatives have been berated enough, they don’t need me coming after them as well. (Even if I want to.)

(Crowley do I want to.)

“Right now it doesn’t have us leaving for another two hours, so at earliest I won’t be home until 3 in the morning. With the trend of how this has been going, I won’t be surprised if it gets canceled altogether.”

He huffs.

“I miss you.”

It comes out as a whisper, any quieter, and I would have missed it.

It’s not that he’s ashamed of saying it. We’ve said it a lot over the past two weeks.

He’s sad. I am too. I was supposed to be home by dinner. We were going to order takeaway and watch a movie, kiss and makeup for lost time.

Ignore all responsibilities of the world around us for the evening.

“I miss you too.” I face the large windows, looking at planes that aren’t mine leaving the runway.

The blasted airport is under construction too. Everyone said to fly in and out of La Guardia because it is easier, but I’m wondering if I should have taken JFK.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“You better. Preferably before I drink more spoiled milk.”

“Stay away from all dairy products until I return,” I chuckle into the phone.

An announcement comes over the intercom.

“They’re announcing another delay, I’m sure,” I groan. “I’ll send you a text.”

“I love you,” he says from the other side.

“I love you too,” I respond, ending the call and slipping it into my pocket.

(14:36): I hope you get home soon.

(14:36): Threaten to suck their blood, or something.

(14:36): I’m sure that would work.

(14:36): 😘 😘.

(14:37): You’re an idiot, Snow.

(14:37): XO.

Day 15, 4:16

I turn my key in the door, trying to quietly walk into the flat. My suitcase softly rolls against the wood behind me as I pull it in, letting it sit next to the door.

Unpacking can happen after I get at least fourteen hours of sleep.

I place a brown paper sack of scones on the kitchen table.

I couldn’t resist. The shop next to us had just opened, and I knew it would make him smile.

I continue down the hallway, stopping only to take a piss.

In our room, still blanketed in darkness apart from the street lights coming from the road beside us, Simon softly snores.

He still sleeps on his side of the bed while I’m away. It makes my heart feel softer than I’d like to admit.

One hand rests next to his head, his wings spread out across the bed.

I change clothes, relieving myself of all the feelings of travel before softly lifting a wing to get under the blanket and allow him to cover me again.

I don’t have long to process the fact that I’m with him again before I feel something wrap around my calf.

I pause for a moment before I remember.

The tail.

He is, for all I can tell, still asleep. Meaning it’s recognized I’m here and is saying hello in its own way.

I rub it softly with my other foot.

It dislikes not getting attention, you see.

Simon’s mouth is open as he breathes deeply. I think his pillow is a little wet.

I’d call it disgusting (it is, truly), but I missed him so much that I can’t help but smile.

I risk moving closer and kiss his cheek softly, trying not to wake him up.

I know he hasn’t slept well without me.

(I haven’t either, without him.)

Side effect of sleeping for so many years in that tower. We both got dreadfully used to hearing the other breathe, the way we each navigated and slept.

At this point, I think even his snoring lulls me to sleep.

(I still complain about it, however.)

An arm wraps behind my back and pulls me close.

He takes a deep breath, and when I pull back I see one eye open.

“Hey there,” he says, voice hoarse with sleep.

“Your breath smells.” I lean in, kissing his forehead.

“Well your hair is greasy,” he replies, pulling me into a kiss, his hand moving to my hair.

“You don’t seem to mind it.”

He hums in response.

I pull him tighter. I need to feel this. Everything.

His lips.

His hands.

His chest against mine.

“And you don’t seem to mind the morning breath,” he states, smiling at me as we break for a moment.

I open my mouth to retort but he puts a finger to my lips, shushing me.

“No talking, only kissing,” he whispers. “I’ve not kissed my fiancé in decades.”

He leans in but I pull back for a moment.

“It’s been two weeks, Snow.”

“Decades,” he states matter of factly. “Each day was like five years passed. It’s been 70 years. I’ve gone grey and wrinkly, waiting for you to return.”

I laugh, being shut up briefly by another round of kisses.

I should sleep.

But this is so much better than sleeping.

I feel something wet hit my cheek.

Backing up, worried there is a leak from the ceiling, I realize why.

It’s Simon.

“Love,” I say.

What’s wrong?

“It’s fine; it’s fine,” he says, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. “I’m just tired, and I missed you.”

Another tear drops from one of his eyes, and I brush it away with my thumb.

I open my mouth to say a response, to comfort, but I feel a stinging in my own eyes.

(My eyes have been open for too long, you see. Couldn’t sleep on the plane. I’ve been up far too long to be able to control any tears that fall.)

I lean in to kiss him again.

We kiss, and kiss, and keep kissing. Hands roam, trying to remind our brains of what it feels like to have each other again.

It was dark when we started, but soon an orange haze comes over the room as the sun rises.

The tears start, stop, start again.

Laughter rings out a few times.

“You did WHAT to our oven??” I shout at one point.

He lays now with his head on my chest. My eyes are closed, fingers scratching his head lightly.

His hand is softly rubbing my stomach.

“Wait,” Simon says, jumping up and looking at me.

I blink a few times, trying to fight off the sleep that was about to overcome me.

“Did you get?” He asks, question incomplete.

I search his eyes for a moment, frowning, trying to comprehend before I realize what he is saying.

“Yes, they are on the table,” I laugh softly.

He jumps up and starts to go to the door.

He pauses, looking back at me, clearly wracking his brain with a question.

“We can eat them in bed,” I say, knowing where his mind is trying to go.

He smiles and continues his run to the kitchen.

I look out the window and see the sun hit the windows of nearby buildings.

It’s good to be home.

#snowverylost #carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #Caity does fanfiction #I hope you like this!#Me #Trying To Do A Text Fic #lol #<3 you birdy

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tommysparker · 4 years

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Black & White: Chapter 1

heyyyy sorry this is a little late, had to make some last minute editd but I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: like one no-no word, incorrect representation of religion, bad hindi (i used google translate bc I dont really know hindi so Im sorry if i did it wrong blame google)

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“Forever?”

“Forever.”

“Promise?”

“... I promise.”

Tom gasped as he stirred awake. What the hell happened?

He could still feel the burn on his wings but didn’t have the energy to lift his head and check. The dull ache in his head was an unfamiliar feeling, for it wasn’t from pain but something he knew not how to describe.

His vision came slow, but he could make out a couple of things through the mess of blurry colours.

The walls were stone, with scriptures in an unknown language carved along the edges. There were more engravings, almost like pictures. There was one image that stood out, however, the one that stared right back at him.

The illustration was of a man, but no man that Tom had ever seen in his life. This man was painted blue, with four arms, and sat on top of what appears to be a bull. He held something that resembled a whip in one hand, and a weapon of some sort in another. What in God’s name is that thing…?

“His name is Yama.”

Tom jumped at the sound of another voice in the room, his eyes scanned frantically for the source, but finding no one.

“He is the God of Death and Justice,” the voice continued. It was familiar, he’s heard it before.

God of Death and Justice…? How can that be? He thought to himself, or maybe out loud because the voice responded.

“Things are different here, Angel. Think about it, the entity that deals with all the souls infected by bad karma serves justice by forcing them to spend eternity down here. Get it?”

His head continued swinging back and forth, desperate to locate the place the mysterious wind was whispering in his ears, while also processing what this voice was telling him. Perhaps, the Justice in the name is justified, but one thing still confused him. “There is only one God?”

“For you, maybe. But for many of us, we have many, thousands even. It gives me a headache just thinking about it.”

Tom felt a hot breath against his neck and flinched, whipping around to find nothing but a blank wall. He turned his head again, only to be shoved back by a gust of dust. His arms flew across his face to protect his eyes, and once the wind had died down he slowly removed them, but soon regretted the decision after seeing what stood in front of him.

“What’s with the face, pretty boy? You aren’t happy to see me?” She mock-pouted, wings stretching as she stood tall at the foot of the bed. “C’mon, the least you can do is thank me for allowing you to sleep in my bed, as opposed to the rocks we have in the dungeons.”

Looking around him, only now realizing exactly where he was. The lit candle holders that lined that were installed strategically, the closet wardrobe that sat on the side of the room, tables and chairs placed accordingly, but most importantly the blood-red mattress he sat upon, a silk canopy above him, the pillars that seemed to be carved out of cold.

The angel tried to scramble away but winced when he moved to use his wings. He carefully spread them out, wrapping his wounded feathers around his front. The marks the rope had left were indented by a red line of irritation. A small whimper escaped his throat, which didn’t go unnoticed by the Queen, who stood and watched the whole moment.

All she could see was red, those fucking idiots!

Now was not the time to get mad, not in front of him at least. She would certainly be paying a visit to a certain bone-head or two. “You’re hurt.”

Tom looked up from his burn and towards her face-- avoiding eye-contact of course. Instead of the usual stone-cold expression he had seen during their last encounter, he was met with a look of sympathy...and perhaps worry?

“Allow me,” she reached forward, stopping short when the angel flinched back. “I’ll make it better, just trust me.”

The divine-being studied the she-devil for a moment, making the reluctant decision to let her do whatever it is she wishes to. He doesn’t know why, but a small voice was telling him it was going to be okay, the same voice that told him to ask if she was alright the first time.

The Rani waved her hand over the wound, a small black glow emitting from her palm, before disappearing, along with any trace of the marks. “There, good as new.”

His eyes widening, Tom watched as the magic healed his pain. He opened his mouth to thank her when he realized what kind of magic had been inflicted upon him. Dark magic.

“It’s nothing that will cost your holiness, just a very simple healing spell any person who possesses mystic abilities would have learned.”

Silence fell between the two mythical creatures, one pondered his thoughts, the other studied the white figure with intensity.

“What do you want from me?” The angel finally asked. It was straight to the point, the sooner he could get back to heaven and jump into a bath of Holy Water the better.

“You are very special, my little Angel. I just don’t know why...yet. So ‘till I do, you are staying here-- close your mouth I’m not finished speaking. Good. As I was saying, you’ll be staying here with me. Now you can either stay willingly, or you can resist and have your wings fed to my demons. The choice is yours.”

There were a lot of things to process. Tom would rather keep his wings attached, and he could always try to escape at night. With his wing fixed, how hard could it be? Sure, he may not have had magic like some other angels but he had confidence. All you have to do is retrace your steps back to the gate...easy right?

However, something about her made him almost want to stay. Her authoritative persona was no-doubt appealing, and the way she called him her Angel sparked a feeling he has never experienced before.

She stood patiently, awaiting his answer although she had a pretty good idea what it would be. Reading minds comes in handy with these types of situations.

“O-okay… I’ll stay.” After weighing out the pros and cons, he decided the best thing he could do was stay for now, and either pray the Angels will send someone to rescue him or he could escape on his own.

“Wonderful,” She grinned, canines bared. Her teeth were as sharp as a wolf’s, with fangs like a vampire.

Tom tried to avoid looking into her eyes, but he could see the small glow emitting from the area. Is that normal?

A quiet knock caused both heads to snap towards the entrance. A frail body with a bull’s head stood, head slightly bowed and hands folded in front of their chest.

“M-Maharani, हम अभी भी प्रतीक्षा कर रहे हैं…” The man spoke, a hint of fear in his voice as he addressed what Tom assumed was the woman in front of him, though he had no idea what was being said.

The Queen nodded once, “हम जल्द ही आएँगे.” She turned towards the angel, smiling again but this time it was different. There was no wolfish grin, instead, she wore a soft beam that highlighted her cheekbones.

“So, you hungry?”

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हम अभी भी प्रतीक्षा कर रहे हैं = “We are still waiting”

हम जल्द ही आएँगे = “We will come soon”

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rhabakoli · 5 years

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Not So Bad After All

by @rmwest9‘s request, i’ve done something. It’s fucking late, and my filter is turned off, so, pls, excuse my rambling. It’s what you wanted. Kinda. I think....

I also didn’t edit, I just want it OUT THERE.

Anonymous asked: Hey so can I request like...a hate to love with Hvitserk where she's like, "Nah man, you're a player. I don't mess with that." and has a complete misconception of him and just thinks he's a jerk but then they end up friends and whoops we're in love now how unfortunate. -rmwest9 who didn't make her writing blog her main blog like a FOOL (but what a cute fool)

Rae liked laundry duty. It was hard work, sure, but at the end of the day she was too tired to think about anything else than her bed and how many hours of sleep she’d get in.

Her arms were protesting, as she rubbed the soap in, trying to get the stained shirt back to its original off-white color. The other washers were conversing, gossiping, laughing. Rae could tell whenever an attractive male specimen walked by, bc then they’d erupt in giggles and whistles. Not that Rae didn’t like to watch some of them walk away, but - well, last time she acted on her attraction, it ended in stabbing and a bloody stain on her favourite dress. So she refrained from that, for the time being. “Ladies. How’s it going?” The man’s voice was sweet and charming, aiming to swipe them all of their feet. Rae had to be glad she was positioned with her back to him, because she couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. This kind of behaviour got her into trouble. She was a burned child. The other woman were chatting with him, handling him like their favourite son. Most of them were old enough for him to be their son, as it was. “I actually just came here to take a look at my laundry, I think I left a dagger in there somewhere.” Rae looked to her right, at the engraved dagger in the leather sheath. Aw, Odin. Why? She turned, cleared her throat and held up the dagger. “This yours?” Hvitserk looked over at her, smirked. “Yes, indeed it is.” He came closer and took it from her hand. “Whom have I to thank?” “Your queen, she assigned my tasks to me.” She tilted her head in a greeting. “Please excuse me, I have to return to said task.” He looked a bit befuddled at her dismissive behaviour, but he attributed it to the early morning hours. Who liked to wash clothes by hand this early? No one. He could understand her cloudy mood. He simply wished them all a nice day and left them with a wink.

“He is dreamy.” “He’s also very talented in bed.” “And how exactly did you acquire that knowledge?” “A friend.” Which meant she definitely had no Idea what she was talking about and just repeated the rumors going around Kattegat. Rae was walking behind them, carrying a basket of apples, gathered for the feast this evening, in celebrations of the queens ambassador coming to visit. The girls have been going on about the prince for what felt like an eternity. Sometimes Rae felt she was the only one who wasn’t blinded by royalty and glamour. She felt sad for them, sometimes. It had to be hard to be the centre of a whole nations attention. Other times, she still wished she was one of them. Life had to be much easier, once you didn’t had to worry about warm clothes and poor harvests. “What do you think?” She hadn’t expected her company to stop, much less to actually address her. She knew they held some disdain for her, as she usually refused to gossip with them. Therefore, she was confused. “About what?” “Prince Hvitserk.” Okay, well… Was she going to be honest, or keep them happy as to escape their judging and mean looks for the rest of the day? “I think he’s a spoiled, ignorant piece of horny royalty.” Harsh honesty it was… She didn’t hear their gasps, but instead her attention was pulled in by a male voice behind her. “That is not a very nice thing to say, darling.” Odin, why? Rae turned siedeways, glanced at the prince and then at the girls. They were obviously snickering at your situation, and were planning on feasting off it. There were at the source of the next gossip, not even Ivar himself could make them leave. Ubbe looked down at her, grinned, his very pretty, very blue eyes wrinkled around the edges. “I’m not saying it isn’t true though.” He crossed his arms and looked around. “Who’s Rae?” She sighed, and raised her hand. His eyebrows shot up and then he laughed. “This is perfect, wow.” Ubbe took the basket from her and held it out for one of the others to take. “Follow me, you’re expected.” Oh boy.

Ubbe stopped in front of Hvitserks quarters, turned to her and gave her a once over: “Please make him cry.” Then he opened the door and basically shoved her inside.

Rae stepped into the room and immediately wished to be somewhere else. Hvitserk sat in one of the big chairs by the window, dagger in his hand and - he cleaned his nails with it? “How may I help you?” A slow smile spread on his face, but he didn’t look up. “I think, the question is more how I might help you.” Rae didn’t understand, and she told him. “There’s a rumor going around.” There was a lilt in his voice, soft but teasing. “About your stuck-up personality, and how you used to be much more open and fun.” He stood up, walked over. He reminded Rae vaguely of a cat, ready to jump it’s prey. Which would make her the prey. She did not approve. “What do you care?” She let her polite facade fall, she’d risk getting punished if it meant he let her go. “I just think I could be… of help. Show you how to have fun.” His voice was dripping with honey, made her skin crawl. He sounded like the bastard that stabbed her. Rae had to get out. Now. “Thank you, I’d rather not catch a whore’s disease.” Before he could react - by slapping the disrespect out of her, maybe - she turned, hauled the door open and ran - no, correction - walked really fast out of there. She did not see Hvitserk sigh, his shoulders slumping as he cursed himself and his stupid mouth.

“Just talk to her. Normally.” “I tried. But everytime I see her, my brain just stops working.” Ubbe shook his head. “You’re hopeless. Just fuck it out of your system, man.” “I try.”

“Why is she so special anyways?”, Ivar asked. “I don’t know, she just is.”

“I hear Hvitserk has been wooing you?”, Emma asked. The blonde was working by Rae’s side, and was mostly a nice girl. A bit naive and not always the brightest, but nice. “If you mean by wooing ‘following me and keeping me from work’, then yes.” “You don’t like him then?” “Not particularly. He’s pushy and arrogant.” And, Odin be cursed, of course he chose that moment to appear by their side. “Is that considered to be better than ‘spoiled and ignorant?’” Rae didn’t let herself be pulled from her work, but instead chose to be rougher with the chicken. It was dead anyway, couldn’t feel it. “Don’t you have to be somewhere?” Chop. “England maybe?” Chop. “No.” Cho- the knife got stuck , and she had to slam both it and the chicken down on the wooden table, to get it through bone. Hvitserk’s eyes were fixed on her hands, and he briefly wondered if this has been a good idea. Maybe he should approach her when she’s not armed with a butcher’s knife.

So he told her. “I’ll come back later, when your hands are free.” “If that’s so, then let me tell you I’m on chopping duty for the rest of my life.”

“Why are you resisting so hard?” “Why are you so obsessed with me?” Hvitserk grinned. “Because you are special.” Rae stopped folding sheets and leveled at him. “I think special is code for ‘doesn’t sink to her knees and presents her open mouth at the first look’.” “I really like that mouth of yours though.” He really did. And not just because of the things he could put in it, but because of the things she said. Sometime around the last weeks did she lose her inhibitions. “Fuck off, your royal ass.”

Rae was at the market, getting groceries as not to starve at home, when she came across the princes. They were huddled around an old man, whispering to each other, talking to him, seemingly trying to calm him. “Rae!” Hvitserk, of course, has spotted her and waved her over. She went, not willing to make a scene this publicly. “Give me the furs.” “They are for the King, Hvitserk.” “I don’t care, I’ll take it up with him. Give them.” His voice was quite harsh, so she obeyed. All three of them seemed angry, tense. Rae took a step back, asked Ubbe what was going on. “Someone has robbed him of his clothes and furs, left him to freeze.” Indeed, he was wrapped in only thin rags, cuts and holes here and there. He was pitiful to look at, and Rae wished she had more furs with her.

Hvitserk crouched next to him and wrapped the furs around his shoulder and spread them over his lap.

“Can you identify who did it?”

The old man shook his head, eyes sad, pained.

Hvitserk looked at his older brother. “Take him to the great Hall, let's get him warmed up before he freezes.”

Ubbe agreed and helped him up and walked him down the market street.

Rae watched them go, then turned to Hvitserk. He was seething, visibly angry. At her questioning look, he snapped at her. “What? Any smart comments?”

She simply shook her head and then looked down at her empty hands. She'd have to go back and get jew furs…

One hand covered hers, where she'd intertwined them. “I'll take care of it, don't worry. Now, how about you go and bring the man some soup. I'm sure he'll appreciate a warm meal.”

His voice had gone from slicing to soft, almost carefully so, as he talked to her.

Rae nodded and turned on the spot, already thinking about what soup the victim would like.

Before the took a turn left towards the Great Hall, she looked back. Maybe Hvitserk wasn't so bad after all.

“Have you seen my brother?”

Hvitserk ducked into the kitchen, eyes frantically flitting around.

“Which one?”

“The tall one.”

“Which of them?”

“Are you mocking me?”

“Would never think of it, your royal ass.”

Hvitserk grinned, his eyes crinkling happily.

“If you'd only let me fuck you, I'd fill your filthy mouth.”

“If that's what you're dreaming off at Night, you better learn how to dream lucidly, because you'll never experience it otherwise.”

The two of them have come to some kind of friendship, which consisted mostly of Rae mocking him, and him trying to get under her skirt. But she's actually grown fond of him. He was fun, he was cheeky, and he did care for Kattegat. She still didn't approve of him sticking his cock where it's warm and wet, but as long as the participants were willing and happy, she guessed there'd be no reason to rage.

But that time at the market, and the resulting search for the asshole did show her a different side of him. A side she rather liked to have around. And one she definitely did not expect him to have. He'd employed her help in taking care of the poor robbed guy, then took her to the robbers family to cook them a meal because they looked half starved and frozen.

He stole a chopped up carrot from her place and munched down. “So, you seen Bjorn?”

“He walked down to the port, last time I did.”

“Did he say what he wanted?”

“Do I look like a messenger dove?”

He smiled, voice dropped an octave and he leaned closer, came all into her space.

“You definitely do look pretty, dove.”

“Oh by Odins Balls, will you fuck off already?”

He chuckled and raised his arms in a defensive pose. “I'm off. See you in my dreams, love.”

Rae grinned and shook her head. What an idiot.

It's been the windiest, coldest week of the year, and Rae felt ready to just drop dead and freeze. Almost everyone had gathered in the Great Hall, sharing heat, furs and food. It meant a lot of additional work for Rae and the others, who were constantly on their feet, their days seemed to stretch longer and longer, caused them to fall into their beds almost dead on their feet.

Today, Rae had found a silver of a quiet moment and took this opportunity to walk behind the house where the wind couldn't reach and just sit for a moment, alone, let her social abilities reload. Being around people could be hard, chafing. Like an open wound under a rough fabric.

Of course, she didn't stay alone for long.

“Ah, here you are.”

Hvitserk came to sit next to her, torso turned towards her as he braced his arm on his thigh. “I've been looking for you. I wanted to get some fruit, but there's none.”

“That's because we're out, Hvitserk.”, She answered, her eyes closed as she tried not to shiver too hard. It was overly warm inside, with all the bodies, and the contrast to the nordic cold was striking.

“Oh. Do you happen to know when there will be more? I've been craving something sweet for a while now.”

She ignored the innuendo, already used to them, as she shook her head. “Will be none for a while. Merchants can't reach us, with the weather and whatnot.”

He hummed. “Do we have something else sweet then?”

Rae groaned and opened her eyes, turning to him. “Hvitserk, sweet Hvitserk. I do not mean to offend you, but please shut up. I've come out here to be in the quiet for a while, it's so loud inside. Please don't take this from me.”

He recoiled at her sudden outburst, and then nodded, getting up. “I'll leave you, then. I apologize.”

Rae reached for him, catching his coat and holding on. “No, just…”

She looked up at him with her big brown eyes. “You can stay. Just, don't ask anything from me.”

He observed her face, then nodded, sat back down.

And so they remained, side by side, surrounded by silence that was only broken by the wind.

Rae smiled to herself. Never had she met someone, who could sit with her in silence and not succumb to mindless rambling just to fill it. It was nice.

So she turned, watched his profile and then was the first to break the quiet. “Thanks for being alone with me.”

A broad grin spread on the princes face. “Anything for you.”

Rae has been followed. There was this very sharp tingle at the back of her neck, a sick feeling to her stomach. It was fear. She knew it well.

She hoped to reach the freath hall before something happened, before he could get to her.

But, as always when it came to that abusive bastard, all hope was nigh. A hand shot out of an alley, grabbed her by the neck and stopped her, like a cat would hold a kitten.

“You have been avoiding me for way too long, darling.”

She was frozen in fear. How could she not. Last time.she barely got away with her life, how would it end this time?

“I've been watching you.”

The bastard wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her back against him.

“I've seen you with the prince. Have you been spreading your legs for him? Taken him?”

The hand on her neck Squeezed, making it harder to breathe.

“You will pay, darling. I'll not raise bastards. Not even royal ones.”

His breath was hot on her skin, and she felt like shrinking away, tried so in fact, but it was no help.

“I will let you carry them, birth them, get attached, let you get a feel of being a loving, nurturing mother, and then I'll take them, kill them. I'll make you watch as their blood runs over my fingers.”

Even through his thick leather breeches, she could feel him grow hard. It made her skin crawl, her stomach revolt.

She jerked in his arms, rammed her elbow into his side. He cursed, his grip on her loosened and she used this opportunity to free herself, run.

The cold air felt like thousand needles to her chest, froze her lungs and she feared she'd die right there, trying to run.

Rae turned a corner and collided with someone. It sent her back, onto her back in the snow.

Her head hit the frozen floor, hard, made her see stars in the bright daylight.

“Odin, where did you come from?!”

Hvitserk was above her, hands on her face, fingers in her hair as he felt for any wounds. “Why would you run like there's a berserk chasing you?”

His concerned voice pierced her foggy head only slightly, but she flinched at the sound of 'berserk’. How had he known?

Hvitserk watched her, a dark feeling growing in his ribcage, as if something sinister was approaching. Or maybe it was just the thought of his friend getting hurt. He looked up at the noise of someone running, someone decidedly heavier than Rae. A rather tall, grubby looking man was running towards them, his face a mean mug if Hvitserk has ever seen one.

Immediately, alarms were going off inside his head. His hand went to the axe at his hip, thumb feeling the sharpness of it's blade, reassuring himself. It was with him when he needed it. He'd keep Rae safe, no matter what.

And, seeing as she was whimpering at the sight of this man, her eyes big and round and fearful, his heart broke a bit, then froze. He saw her hand going to her hip, where he knew her scar was.

The bastard.

He'd stopped in his tracks as he noticed Hvitserk watching him, and now he seemed unsure what to do. His eyes were piercing, angry, but his posture was that of an insane person. He paced, his shoulders hunched, his hands rubbing over his thighs and his side.

Rae's hand found the front of Hvitserks coat, wound her hand in, held on. “Please.”

He laid a hand to her cheek, but didn't take his eyes off the man. He'd make sure to get rid of him.

After being sure to have memorized his face well enough, he broke the eye contact and concentrated solely on Rae, on getting her inside. He hooked her legs over his arms, hugged her to his chest, amd carries her inside, straight into his room. On his way there, he barked at some of the servants to get clean clothes, a healer and to prepare a bath.

He didn't leave her side except for when the servants cleaned her up and made sure she'd not pass out. That's when he forced his brother's into an emergency meeting.

“Make sure to find him. He's attacked her before, I we can't let him run free.”

“Brother, are you out of your mind? Do you need to sit down?”

Hvitserks hand slapped down onto the table, his face furious. “I am sane enough. FIND. HIM.”

A knock on the door made them turn. A servant ducked inside, apologized and then addressed Hvitserk. “Rae is asking for you.”

More he didn't need. A last serious look to his brothers, then he was off.

It's been a couple rough days. The bastard had gone into hiding, the Kings men searching high and low, until they finally found him.

Hvitserk had smelled blood, didn't want to leave him alive. And Rae… well. She'd not left his bed yet, wrapped into furs, and some of his warmer shirts. He'd had a hard time, if he was honest. Joking about having her was one thing, but to actually have her present in his bed - he was weak. He wanted to crawl in with her and take in her scent and feel her skin. The thought of her staining his bed and clothes with her smell, it made him dizzy.

And then, as to remind him of his situation, her whimpers came back to mind. The fear on her face.

His thumb was caressing the axe's blade again.

The warriors around him were watching him closely, some of them concerned at his stormy mood, his obvious, palpable fury.

“Let's pick him up. No one kill him, he's mine.”

Rae was sitting up when he stormed in. He'd not expected it, halted only for a moment. Then he said her name, barely a whisper, and came over, sat by her side.

Her eyes went round at the sight if his hands, stained by blood, rough and used. “What did you do?”

He cupped her face, softly touched his forehead to hers. “He's gone.”

He angled his head, their noses rubbing together.

Rae reached up with one hand, caught his chin.

“You mean it?”

“Rae, would I lie to you?” He pulled back.

“I thought my heart shattered when I saw you this scared, I wanted to bring him down right then and there.”

His lips were ghosting over hers, and she didn't pull back. Quite the opposite. Even though his hands were stained red with dried blood, she pressed into his touch, her body tingling most pleasantly.

She hadn't expected this.

She jerked back, ignored the throbbing in her head at the sudden motion, ignored how Hvitserks hands immediately went to the back of her head, covered her wound and soothed her, keeping her calm.

Rae stared at him instead.

“I'm in love with you.”, She said. It was a surprised statement, like she'd just realized.

Hvitserk snorted a laugh, leaned forward and hid his face against her shoulder for a second. When he came back up, his expression was so happy, Rae had never seen him like this.

“My heart, this is what I've been waiting for all this time.”

And then he kissed her. Melted their lips together, pressed her close but minded her injury.

Rae went pliant under his hands, smiled against his lips.

Well.

Maybe he wasn't that bad after all.

#request #rmwest9 #Vikings #Hvitserk #Hvitserk x OC #Strangers to lovers #slow burn?#angst #trigger: abusive relationship #trigger: death #trigger: child murder #theres a dude that's a fucking psycho so expecct the unexpected.

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jenna-ortega · 5 years

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Devils Work (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Summary: You’re working for Kineros Robotics when a new guy comes into the picture and switches things up. You’re not the fondest of him, but could that change under the right circumstances?

Words: 1500

A/N: This is the new series, the first chapters are always super boring, my head hurts just from writing it lmao. It’ll go into depth a little more as the story progresses, i am excited for you guys to see what i have in store for this. special thanks to @langdonsoceaneyes for giving me great ideas for this, again can’t wait to unwrap this story!! (also i didn’t do a tag list, bc i didnt know how many of you wanted it specifically for resist or for all my stories. ask me again and you will be put on an all story story list!)

“Mom, i’m leaving for work.” you screamed into the living room, peaking in to find her passed out on the couch. Your eyes scanned her sleeping figure and sighed, her drunken state must have caused the slumber. You picked up the beer bottles on the table, throwing them out quickly before running out.

You’d gotten the job at the Robotics company through some old friends, just working a receptionist/secretary of some sort. Jeff and Mutt had been very successful in their robotics business. They were weird, but you tried to pay as little attention as possible, just doing your job and your job only. Some rumors had circulated of them practicing in the dark arts, but you never had the courage to really ask them. It had been a little under 2 years since you’d started, but you quickly got the hang of things and they liked you so it was just the right fit.

You looked over at the computer, reminding yourself of the things the office had going on that day. The only thing on your calendar read Michael Langdon-11:30am --

You’d remembered that phone call you had gotten just a few days earlier, an older woman frantically trying to get to Jeff and Mutt, but they’d been out of the office. She carried on about how they shouldn’t keep this Langdon man waiting, and spewed off some other ungodly things. You rolled your eyes and reminded her that they only saw people with appointments. And now it’s the day of, you nervously awaited the man she spoke so highly of.

You had done some secret stalking of your own, curious of the man. You googled everything you could, finding nothing on this man. He basically didn’t exist, which made you ever more nervous to meet him.

11:30 on the dot, your head rose as you heard the tapping of heeled shoes walking in. Your heart jumped at the intimidating sight, he towered over your desk, blonde short curls framing his face, his blue eyes skimmed the room taking everything in before they laid to rest on you.

“Hello, I’m Michael Langdon.” his voice rang confidently, you fixed yourself in your seat; feeling yourself become somewhat uncomfortable for a reason you hadn’t quite known.

“Yes, we’ve been uh-expecting you!” you stuttered through your sentence, nervously fidgeting.

He had seemed to notice, looking down at your thumbs twiddling, and then looking back up at your eyes. His head titled as his eyes scrunched slightly,

“You’re nervous?” he questioned innocently, almost surprised at your action. You half smiled, your mind racing thinking of anything to say, your mouth trying to find any words to put together--he shook his head at you raising his hand up insinuating you didn’t have to answer the question.

“What shall i call you?” he replaced his old question with this one, one that you could easily answer.

“I’m y/n” finally, something you could answer confidently. He walked closer, grabbing one of your hands and lifting it to his lips, kissing the back of it.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you” he knew how to make an impression. You snapped your hand away, blinking nervously at the man standing in front of you, until Jeff saved the day and greeted him.

“MY MAN!! we have been dying to meet you over here! i see you’ve met y/n, lovely as ever. Come on in, let’s talk more” Jeffs obnoxious voice echo’d throughout the room, you looked back at your computer, thankful you can be taken out of this situation.

You felt Michaels eyes on you, even when jeff had come out. You wouldn’t look back at him, not wanting to encourage the behavior. You let out a deep breath as he began walking out of the room, following jeff into their work room. You wiped the back of your hand on your skirt, shivering at the idea of his lips being anywhere on your body.

You didn’t know what it was about Michael that you didn’t enjoy, such a small amount of time you’d met, but you couldn’t get the experience out of your head. You were more than intuitive, your gut feelings were strong and you always listened, and this time your gut was telling you this guy was bad news.

He’d been speaking with your bosses for no more than 15 minutes, your head spun to the direction of the blood curdling scream. You jumped out of your skin, rushing out of your seat to open the door. You ran through the work room, trying to find the source of the noise.

You sensed yourself getting closer, tip toeing lowly, yours eyes fell upon michael just as the lights started to flicker and you nervously ran behind anything you could. You hid behind a large machine, gathering your bearings as the lights came back on.

You faintly heard hail satan as you watched jeff and mutt sink to the ground. What was going on? your mind though to all the rumors you once heard about them being satanists. Was michael one too? were they just in one of their sketchy meetings? You searched the room for a woman, wondering what the source of the scream was. You didn’t put it past mutt to scream like a girl, but it just didn’t make any sense. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to stick around and find out.

You began tip toeing back out of the room, not moving far until you slipped and fell on your ass with a loud boom. You didn’t have much time to think, nervously trying to get back on your feet. You laid your skirt flat, dusting yourself off, it looks like you slipped on some...ashes?

A confused expression spread throughout your face, wondering what this could have been from. You’d just cleaned the room last night, what?-

Your thoughts interrupted when you looked up to find all eyes on you. Including his. You looked at Jeff and Mutt, their faces scrunched up nervously, eyeing both you and michael. You awkwardly smiled, slowly walking backwards,-

Michael kept his eyes on you yet again, walking into the room you were regretfully in. Looking you up and down, licking the inside of his lip.

“Nosy one, are you?” his smile from ear to ear, hands behind his back.

“N-no, i just heard a scream.” you answered honestly, looking anywhere but at him. Your heart beating stronger than ever, he chuckled at your response. The pit in your stomach told you to run away, but you stayed. He hummed, looking satisfied with how you acted around him. He lifted his hand, running his fingertips along the side of your face,

“I’m not sure what you’ve heard, or saw- but i would advise next time...just knock.” his hands meeting your chin, bringing your face up so you had to look at him.

You met his hand with yours, grabbing his wrist and removing it from your face. His face lit up, surprised you’d do such a thing. He didn’t mind someone challenging him, he saw the look of nervousness in your eyes. It only made him curious,- curious to see what other emotions he could get that out of you.

Without another word, Michael began walking back to Jeff and Mutt, ridding you of his presence.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Langdon.” you apologized, feeling the need to say it.

He turned slightly, his curls bouncing as he did so.

“No need to apologize, just clean up the mess.” he looked down at the pile of ashes that were scattered on the ground, then back up at you with a slight wink. It was as if your heart stopped right there. Was he just odd, or was he really trying to flirt with you. Either way you were disgusted, the feeling he made you feel even when he wasn’t in the room worried you. It was a darkness you couldn’t put your finger on. Watching his long coat sway as he was walking away, you couldn’t help but notice the still shocked looks on Jeff and Mutts face.

This lit a fire under your ass, wanting to know as much as possible about this mysterious man. You had so much going on at home with your mother, it was a miracle anything other than that was now on your mind. You invited the obsession in, you had to figure out who or...what Michael Langdon was.

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon smut #cody fern #cody fern smut #american horror story #ahs coven #ahs murder house #ahs8 #ahs apocalypse

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damienthepious · 5 years

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i’m back on my au bullshit again fam

Made A Garden (Chapter 1)

[ao3] [ch 2] [ch 3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Rilla

Characters: Rilla, Lord Arum, Rilla’s Parents

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, (categorized as ‘other’ bc arum is nonbinary when i write him bye), Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday

Summary: Rilla's parents take her out when they do field work. She's a smart kid, and she knows how not to get in trouble when they're caught up with their experiments and research. This time, they've taken her to an enormous, beautiful swamp, and their theory is that the monstrous presence in this place should be entirely dormant- which is why Rilla is so surprised, when she meets a monster for herself.

Notes: Once upon a time, I completely misinterpreted when the Concierge said that Rilla was meeting an old friend at the beginning of The Treacherous Heart. So, what if Rilla somehow knew Arum before the events of the podcast? What if, somehow, they were friends as children? Hopefully this will be as fun of an idea to y'all as it is to *me*, because I am hyper excited. I've got ideas for the time they spend together as kids, and then maybe some stuff about how this would change events later on, when they're adults. Also, I don't have specific ages for either of them quite pinned down for this, but I'd say that Rilla is somewhere between eleven and thirteen, probably? And Arum is a comparable age relative to her, with his weird monster biology. Title from the song Honeybee, by The Head And The Heart, and tbh the entire album that song is from is thematically relevant to this story.

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She meets him in the water.

Her parents are busy. They usually are, but they’re doing Important Work and Rilla is always a little smug when they trust her to be safe out in the wilderness. Her father explained about this place; the swamp is in a sort of hibernation, just now. A period of rebuilding and regrowth, and the monstrous presence here should be mostly dormant as it goes through this process. It’s a rare occurrence, and probably the only time that her parents will have the chance to safely catalog the life, the rare medicinal plants and fungi that grow and thrive here. They aren’t far away as they work – they would never leave her in danger and she trusts that knowledge implicitly – but even though they’re in earshot (and the whistle they gave her for emergencies would reach them even further than that), she can’t see them.

Rather. She couldn’t see them if she were standing. Of course she can’t see them now, because she’s drifting, floating on her back in the water, and she can’t see much of anything at the moment besides branches and leaves and sky. She discovered a pond, clearer water among the more murky swamp, cool green dotted with lilypads she compulsively chimed out the species of as she identified them. The pond is small enough and the sun is low enough that the light isn’t too bad in her eyes, dappled through the canopy and gentle on her face, and among the cicada noise and frog noise and gentle lapping of the water she feels serene. She’s never had an exact feeling to match that word before, but Rilla thinks that she understands, now. This place is magic – her parents told her so - and it feels like magic. It feels sleepy, and untroubled, and safe. It makes her feel… something. It’s like the opposite of how she felt about serene. Instead of knowing the word but not knowing the feeling to match, she just doesn’t have the right label for the way this place makes her feel.

She knows that it makes her want to stay here as long as her parents will allow, though. It makes her want to sing, too, so she does. Soft, bouncing rhymes, mostly. Not quite lullabies, but fairy-story-songs, like her mother sings while she’s working, like her father sings in the kitchen. She thinks the songs sound even nicer out here, with the hum of heat and bugs and birds for accompaniment.

Because of how still her little pond is, she very easily notices, after a while, when the ripples in the water change.

She tilts her head backward, hoping that she’ll catch a glimpse of a heron of some sort, or a duck, or maybe a big frog, but all she can see is the waves in the water, spreading in concentric circles from a point near the shore, upside down from her angle.

Rilla furrows her brow, and lets her feet sink down until she’s paddling instead of floating, but even when she’s closer to upright she can’t quite see what’s caused the disturbance.

“You are trespassing.”

Rilla startles, splashing and spinning with a sharp indrawn breath. Behind her, there is a monster. Her hand flies to the whistle around her neck, but-

Well. Rilla has never actually seen a monster before.

He’s mostly beneath the water, with only his head above the surface. He looks like a lizard, with shiny mottled black-and-green scales, and a half-flared frill, and two small horns on the top of his head, and jagged, pointed teeth, and bright purple eyes with diamond-shaped pupils, and Rilla’s mind races, because this creature is fascinating.

Her mouth hangs open for a long moment, and the lizard glares at her, but he doesn’t make a move. He just sinks slightly down into the water until it is almost over his nose, a low ticking growl rising from him.

“Oh,” she says, hoping that she doesn’t sound as breathless as she feels. “Oh, uh. I didn’t know?”

The lizard’s eyes narrow further, and he lifts his mouth out of the water again to say, “That’s not an excuse.”

His voice is interesting, too- it’s half growl, but it’s also a little reedy, and petulant, and his inflection is a little off. He sounds young, she thinks, and he actually seems much smaller than she was expecting a monster to be.

“Well. I just wanted to swim,” she says, not backing up so long as he isn’t coming towards her. “Am I disturbing anything? I was really careful not to pull on any of the water lilies.”

The lizard’s eyes dart around, taking in the still water and the plant life gently moving in the soft wind, his tongue flicking out into the air. His low, continuous growl pitches a little lower, and a little softer, and when he looks back towards her he shrugs beneath the water, his expression begrudgingly placated. “Nnnnno… you haven’t disturbed anything… yet.” He lifts himself a little further out of the water, tilting his head in consideration. “But humans don’t belong here.”

Rilla snorts out a laugh, and the lizard, shockingly, flinches back at the noise, his eyes going wide.

“Well, yeah. But if humans didn’t go where we don’t belong we’d never go anywhere. And this swamp is a monster place, but it’s supposed to be dormant right now.”

“Dormant?” The lizard tries to sneer, but something about his expression looks more confused than anything. “It’s a swamp. It’s not like a swamp can sleep.”

“It’s supposed to be going through a rebuilding and regrowth period,” Rilla insists, tone utterly confident and her phrasing directly echoed from her father.

“It’s my swamp, I think I would know if it was…” he trails off, his brow furrowing thoughtfully.

“Your swamp?” Rilla asks after a moment.

The lizard focuses back on her, and his frill flattens against his neck as he raises his snout in the air smugly. “My swamp,” he repeats. “I am Lord of this place. Lord Arum.”

Rilla laughs again, and again the lizard startles, staring hard at her. “Arum like the lily or Arum like the corpse flower?” she asks, and he scowls.

“Neither,” he says in a more insistent growl. “Arum like me.”

“Well,” Rilla says, and he might be a monster but he’s so interesting that she can’t help her grin, “my name is Amaryllis. Like the flower, and like me.”

“Amaryllis,” he echoes. “Those are poisonous, you know.”

Rilla laughs again, and thinks, he’s not really trying very hard to make me leave, is he?

Then, Rilla's dad calls out her name. Closer than expected, but still out of sight.

Arum blanches, sinking even further into the water, until he is chin-deep. “H-how many humans are in my swamp?” he asks, voice frantic and eyes wide.

“Just-” Rilla almost swims a little closer, but she stops herself. He looks… very scared. She didn’t know that monsters could get scared. “Just my parents and me,” she says. “Don’t worry. They aren’t knights or anything.”

“I’m-” he growls, but it comes out a little weak. “I’m not worried. Of course I’m not-”

Her father’s voice comes this time, closer still, and Arum flinches, his frill flaring like a bird puffing out its feathers to make itself look bigger.

“I… uh. I should go,” Rilla says, and Arum blinks at her for a moment in confusion before he nods very vigorously.

“You- you shouldn’t be here in the first place,” he says quickly, stiffly. “I don’t- this is- this was a warning,” he growls. “Next time I won’t be so-”

“We’re gonna be here for a couple weeks,” Rilla offers. “Maybe a month? My dad says we’re not supposed to disturb a single leaf if we can avoid it.”

“How very generous,” Arum sneers, “and how very unlikely. Humans always disturb things.”

Rilla tilts her head, frowning. “How many humans have disturbed you before?”

“I-” Arum jerks his head back, his tongue flicking out anxiously. “Well. That is-”

“Am… am I the first human you’ve ever met?” Rilla asks, a smile starting to creep across her face.

“N-” he growls louder for a moment, then shakes his head. “Well- you- I’m certainly the first monster that you’ve ever met,” he counters.

“Yeah,” she says, “obviously.”

“So-” he scowls, gesturing through the water with a clawed hand, “so why are you not afraid of me?”

It’s clear almost instantly that he hadn’t meant to say that. His scowl deepens, and he lowers himself back in the water until he’s pretty much in an alligator stance, with only the top half of his face glaring up at her from the cool green water.

“I…” Rilla stares at him, and- well, she hadn’t really thought about it. She was a little spooked when he snuck up on her, of course, but he hasn’t really done anything. He has claws and jagged teeth, but so does the big dog that lazes in Festival Square and begs for scraps. Just because Arum has them, doesn’t mean he’ll use them. It’s like her dad says- it’s not about the weapon, it’s about whoever wields it. Her parents have always taught Rilla to believe the evidence, and currently, Rilla’s interpretation of the evidence is that this monster is just as curious about her as she is about him. He keeps talking to her, and he hasn’t even tried to hurt her, and he hasn’t even really threatened anything. Rilla isn’t scared of him because he hasn’t been at all scary. “I don’t-”

“Amaryllis.” Her dad comes out of the undergrowth suddenly, at the bank of the pond, scowling but looking incredibly relieved. “What are you doing? Why didn’t you answer when we called?”

“I-” Rilla looks where Arum had been moments before, but of course he’s already gone. She wonders if he’s under the water, or if he somehow managed to slip away in the moments before her dad arrived. “I’m sorry,” she finishes lamely, kicking her way closer to the edge of the water. “I- I just didn’t wanna leave yet.”

Her dad smiles softly and holds his hands out to help lift Rilla out. “You can come back tomorrow,” he says as he sets Rilla back on her feet, and then he tucks a bit of loose hair behind Rilla's ear. “You’ve still got time, sweetheart.”

Rilla nods, and then she stares back at the water, holding her dad's hand. She watches the ripples fade, until the pond is precisely as serene as it was when she found it.

#elle's fanfic #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #lord arum #amaryllis of exile #<3<3 #enjoy i hope??#me: *writes ANOTHER au instead of finishing anything else i could be finishing*#please tolerate my nonsense #bouquet childhood friends au #penumbra au zone #made a garden

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sweetlysilent · 6 years

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Alone

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Description: You had gotten lead away from the group, leading you to get locked in a room with Pennywise, portraying as your greatest fear, making you vulnerable and alone.

Warnings: Swearing, sadness, kind of violent??

Word Count: 1,916

A/N: So I was going to write a Wyatt Oleff fic but then I decided to write a Stan Uris one instead bc why not?? I also apologize in advance yIKES.

You could have sworn you were right behind everyone, they had clearly stated ‘DO NOT SPLIT UP’ or how Richie rephrased it 'DO NOT SPLIT UP OR YOU’RE FUCKED' and that was the last thing said outside the abandoned house.

You were all carefully looking around, the house wasn’t in great condition, it was old, dusty, overall super unsanitary, something Eddie was surely having an issue with.

“Guys, this place is so gross, can we please leave?” Eddie whined, as everyone huffed and or rolled their eyes in response.

“No, we need to keep looking.” Richie urged on, but deeply regretting ever entering this hellhole of a house.

“We just have to stick together alright?” Beverly spoke up, as everyone nodded their heads quickly.

You all were walking down a hallway, it had many doors, everyone was walking into one particular room when you heard a nose from the other end.

Your gut told you to say put, but your mind was overly curious as to what it was, but your heart told you not to go, that it was dangerous, and to listen to the group rules, 'do not split up.’

“Y/N.” The voice echoed, instantly catching you in a trance, everything and everyone around you vanishing, except the voice.

“Y/N come help me please!” The voice pleaded, it sounded familiar, it sounded like someone you knew, this instantly made you rush down to the other end of the hallway.

You ran into the room, only to see nobody in there, but you could of sworn you had just heard someone in here.

The door behind you suddenly flew closed, startling you, making you panic and try to open the door.

“Help! Someone let me out! Please!” You screamed, your fists colliding with the door, hoping someone would hear you.

“Y/N.” The voice appeared again, making you turn on your heel in an instant, revealing Stan.

Did he accidently wander down to this side of the hall too? Maybe he had heard the voice as well.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, a small smile appearing on your face as you realized you were now okay, that he was here with you, you weren’t alone anymore.

“Stan, thank god you’re here, I got lost somehow, I thought I was alone and..” You were talking fast, unable to stop the words from falling out of your mouth, until you realized he hadn’t said anything back.

“Stan?” You hesitantly questioned aloud, your eyes searching him over as he stood completely still.

“H-How exactly did you get in here? The door..” You turned to look back at the clearly closed door, then back at the boy, your brows furrowing.

“You’re wondering how I got in here.” Stan finally spoke, as you nodded, your breathing starting to pick up slightly.

“You see that’s the thing, I was in here, I called for you, and you came.” Stan smiled, making you smile slightly, you couldn’t help it, it was Stan, you’d always had a soft spot for him.

“And then when you came in, I wasn’t here, no, I was gone, and then the door closed, and now, here I am.” He smiled, his arms spread out as he motioned to himself being in the room.

“But.. But that’s not possible, there’s no other entrance in the room, you had to of been in here before.. otherwise..” You trailed off, your breath hitching in your throat as your eyes widened slightly.

“U-Unless y-you’re not him..” You whispered, your feet slowly backing you up to the door as you watched him intensely.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? It’s me. It’s Stan.” He smiled, starting to walk towards you, your breathing now more hectic.

You started banging on the door, screaming for anyone to come and help you.

Your brain was being played with, making you feel vulnerable and weak.

“Y/N, stop. Nobody is coming. Nobody cares. You’re alone.” He whispered in your ear, his breath hitting your neck, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps down your arms.

“N-No, they d-do care!” You shouted, your eyes closed tightly as you felt his hand touch your shoulder gently.

“If they cared about you, why’d they leave you? Why’d they leave you all alone?” Stan taunted, as you choked out sobs.

“They w-wouldn’t do t-that.” You whimpered, making him laugh and turn you to face him, keeping you pressed against the door.

“And yet they did. They left you to die. They never cared about you Y/N, can’t you see that? I never cared about you.” He spat, his eyes narrowing as your heart slowly shattered.

This is what IT wanted, it wanted to make you feel vulnerable, alone, it wanted to portray as the person you cared about most, to make it seem as if they didn’t want you anymore, and whether it was really him or not standing before you, you believed him.

Your heart was shattering, your wall was crumbling down around you, tears were falling down your cheeks as you watched the boy in front of you smile wickedly.

“Stan wouldn’t leave me.” You whispered, trying to convince yourself, but only making the Stan in front of you laugh.

“God Y/N, you’re such an idiot! What don’t you understand? I don’t want you anymore, I never did, I only hung around with you because I felt sorry for you.” Stan spat, making more tears slip down your face as he grinned at you.

He knew he had finally cracked you, Pennywise had won.

His true form was now evolving before your eyes, his body becoming bigger, his white face with a evil red sharp toothed smile, along with his orange fire looking hair.

Fear spread throughout your whole body, this was it, this was how you were going to die.

You couldn’t believe that after everything you had been through, this was how your life was going to end.

You attempted to hit the door with your fists one last time, screaming at the top of your lungs for someone to hear you, they couldn’t have left you.

You screamed until the moment Pennywise’s hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off oxygen to your lungs, as he dangled you in the air.

Your hands gripped his arm harshly, trying to pry it off your throat, as he gave a sinister smile, his teeth becoming rows, making your eyes widen with pure and utter fear.

“Guys you really shouldn’t be touching anything, you don’t know what kind of diseases are on any of this, exactly why I bring my hand sanitizer.” Eddie ranted on, annoying the rest of the group.

“H-He has t-t-to be h-here.” Bill spoke, looking around the room, before entering a new one along with Richie.

“Hey guys I think I found something!” Beverly shouted, making everyone stop and go over to where she was.

It wasn’t much, just a random hole in the floor that lead to somewhere new, but it was something, it was progress.

“Hey guys.. Where's Y/N?” Stan spoke up, now noticing your absence from the group.

“I swear to god they were just here.” Mike commented, looking around the room for you.

“How long have they been gone?” Ben questioned, as everyone shrugged in response.

“Shit. We need to find Y/N now!” Stan shouted, as everyone started rushing out of the room, beginning to search everywhere.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N where are you!”

“Y/N can you hear us!”

They all shouted, but there was no response, fear was starting to take over everyone.

“Shit where did they go?” Richie shouted, before glancing at one door that he could of sworn was open earlier.

“Guys, wasn’t that door opened earlier?” Richie pointed out, as everyone glanced at each other before sprinting to the door.

“Y/N!” They all shouted, trying to open the door while banging their fists on it.

“Y/N open the door! It’s us!” Beverly shouted, while everyone else was too.

The other side of the door was quiet, you were still dangling in the air, your vision starting to become blotchy from the lack of oxygen to your brain.

You barely noticed when the door flew open, all of them rushing inside, their eyes widening at the sight before them, Pennywise holding you in a death grip.

They all started to attack him, making him drop you in the process before disappearing down a hall.

“Y/N! Oh my god are you okay?” Beverly frantically questioned, looking at you with concern.

“Shit is Y/N even breathing?” Richie questioned aloud, making Stan’s eyes widen as he placed his head down next to your nose.

“It’s faint, but they are breathing.” Stan told the group, making everyone even more worried than before.

“I can give mouth to mouth!” Richie volunteered, making everyone snort in response.

“No, I’ll do it.” Stan rolled his eyes at Richie before placing his lips on yours, blowing air into your mouth, hoping it would help you regain consciousness better.

He did it a few more times before you gasped loudly, your chest heaving as you quickly scooted away from all of them.

“N-No.” You whimpered, breathing heavy as you cowered against the wall.

“You all left me!” You shouted, tears falling down your cheeks as you started to panic.

“No, Y/N, we didn’t, we’ve been here the whole time, we would never leave you.” Beverly tried to explain, crouching down next to you carefully.

You glanced up slightly, looking at her before your eyes drifted to Stan, your heart breaking once more.

“Y-You said everyone left me.. That nobody cared, that you didn’t care about me..” You whispered, not once breaking eye contact with Stan, who’s face expression dropped.

“No, no, no, Y/N, that wasn’t me.. Hey.. Look at me..” He carefully sat down in front of you, placing his hand gently on your chin so you’d look him in the eyes.

“We all care about you, you know we’d never leave you. Never.” Stan explained carefully, placing his other hand on your knee softly.

“You know that I’d never leave you, I care about you too much to ever do that.” Stan whispered, rubbing his thumb gently on your knee as your eyes flicked back and forth while looking at his.

“Y-You said I was alone.. That you only hung around with me because you felt sorry for me..” You whispered, a tear falling down your cheek.

Stan’s heart broke the second those words left your mouth, he should of known this would happen, that Pennywise would use him as a way to hurt you.

“Y/N, you know that isn’t true.” Stan whispered softly, his own eyes now watering.

“That wasn’t me, this, this is me.” Stan grabbed your hand gently, placing it on his chest where you felt his heart beating, convincing you he was real.

“Stan..” You whispered once more, your lip quivering as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sobs escaping your lips.

Stan held you tightly in his arms, a tear falling down his cheek as well as everyone else’s, if they had only been a few seconds later you wouldn’t be where you were right now.

You felt Stan’s hands rub your back gently, trying to help you relax, which he knew would take some time, he knew how bad Pennywise had gotten to you, so he said the one thing he knew you needed to hear.

“I will always be here, you’ll never feel alone again.”

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directoravasharpe · 6 years

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this is… ten…. so you’re getting ten. all from the fic because i can’t even think about any other fics lmao

i posted about some of my favourite quotes from the first five chapters here so this is from the back half of the fic. this is going under a cut because it’s long and spoilery if you haven’t read the fic

Chapter 6:

Ava sets her gun down next to Sara’s, shakes her head. Her hands move upwards. Her lips part, and she breathes out, “Sara,” like it’s a prayer, and then her fingers are reaching out, stroking briefly through Sara’s hair. Sara’s hand shoots out, catching Ava’s, pulling it away.

Honestly I just really like stealing things from canon and putting them in the fic because having mannerisms you know are something they’d do makes things so much more realistic i think. Also this paragraph is a great representation of all the shit tons of religious imagery i used in this fic like i’m not religious in the slightest but religious tones ended up in so many of the titles and a lot of the metaphors were religion based lmao

Chapter 7:

One of Ava’s hands comes to rest lightly on Sara’s hip, just above the line of her underwear. It’s obvious from the way Ava is still concentrating on the wound on Sara’s stomach that she’s not even thinking about the touch, just doing it instinctively, to steady Sara, and not realizing that her fingertips are spreading fireworks underneath Sara’s skin. Sara feels like she’s dreaming.

This is genuinely one of my favourite lines in the whole of the fic. Once I wrote it stayed almost the same until posting. It’s just so… soft and the imagery is just. so much. i love it.

It’s perfect. Ava is perfect, and Sara doesn’t think she’s ever felt this good.

She says as much, or at least, she tries to, in between gasps. At the sound of her broken words, her attempt at telling Ava how much of everything she is feeling, Sara thinks she feels Ava smiling against her, and that’s almost enough to tip her over the edge.

Slightly dirty but I really like this. it manages to avoid my least favourite smut thing - over aggressive sex noises as dialogue, when it’s much better to show rather than tell. It almost sounds poetic but it’s uhhhh literally just sex noises. But like, shown in a classy way.

Chapter 8:

[Ava] reaches out a hand, almost to check that this is real, that Sara is really there. Sara stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and then closing again. She presses in closer, shifting into Ava’s space.

look they’re just soft okay it’s just cute.

Chapter 9:

Sara opens her eyes. Ava is looking at her, entirely alive, and clutching the towel around her with so much force that her knuckles are going white. A towel that, Sara notices, is still white. Completely. There isn’t blood anywhere. She looks Ava up and down, hands skating over her face, her neck, her shoulders, her arms. “He didn’t get you?” she asks, her voice frantic.

SARA’S A PROTECTIVE WIFE

She looks at Ava, this woman who she loves. This woman who is trying so hard to defend her, even though, like Hunter is saying, she doesn’t deserve it. This woman who she is going to lose. She accepts that, easily. It’s inevitable. There had been a brief couple of hours where she had had an illusion of hope, but now things are back on track.

She commits the scene to memory, Ava��s eyes blazing, defiant, in defence of Sara. That will have to keep her going when she’s lost Ava.

SARA’S A SAD WIFE

Chapter 10:

If Sara were her, she would be bitter, annoyed at the person who had made her have to suffer through that. But Ava, because she is Ava, too understanding and forgiving for her own good, just turns to Sara, smiles weakly, and pulls Sara’s hand below the table, holding it tight.

Clinging on, as though she needs it.

ava is soft i just love this

Ava cuts her off, leaning down, kissing her. At the feel of her lips, moving on Sara’s, soft and warm and welcoming, Sara can’t help but cry, melting into the touch.

No-one has touched her like that since they were dragged away from each other six months ago. Ava pulls away, her thumb stroking at the tears, wiping them away.

this is just special because it’s the payoff of almost 50k words. it’s The Ending of the actual plot and it took so much to get to this and so it’s special bc of that. but also bc. soft.

epilogue:

“I don’t have the letter,” Sara says, and she can’t believe it, but she’s choking back tears, and then it gets worse, because all of a sudden, she can’t breathe. “I don’t have it. Ava, I don’t have it,” she gasps out, bracing herself against the dashboard, trying to suck in air, but it’s not working. The world is closing in on her, and she can’t see anything, can’t hear anything. Ava is a distant blur, a distant blur slamming on the brakes for the second time in as many hours.

And then Ava’s hands are on her, gentle, and her head stops spinning, and sounds that aren’t a horrible ringing come back. “Come on, babe, breathe. I got you.” Sara gasps, oxygen finally rushing in, filling her lungs, and Ava smiles encouragingly. “Yeah, just like that. You got this.” She pauses, tucking a strand of hair behind Sara’s ear, her touch soothing, her voice even more so. “It’s fine, Sara. Everything’s fine. It’s going to be fine. It’s just paper. I think I have it all memorized, anyway. ”

i added this entire bit in last minute, and i think it’s one of my favourite exchanges in the entire fic. like it beats almost everything else in the epilogue. almost.

Sara smiles. She leans down, pressing kisses to Ava’s skin. “What was it you wanted, again?” she asks, teasing. Her voice is light.

A tiny frustrated sound comes out of Ava’s mouth, but she’s smiling as well.

“You.”

“Me?” Sara asks, raising an eyebrow. “Are you su—"

Ava pulls Sara down, swallowing her words with her mouth. “Just touch me, Sara,” she says, her mouth against Sara’s cheek, only a hint of pleading in her voice.

and that’s ten. i seriously seriously love this bit. i wrote it a day after i finished the first draft, not content with where i’d originally finished the fic (after the ‘i want you. right now) and i added this and the very end lines on and. they literally haven’t changed since. like they were perfect first try and the very end scene remains one of my favourite in the whole thing, and has been since i wrote it. the epilogue got a lot longer in the two and half months since i finished, but this stayed exactly the same.

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Oh Gosh, and Into You Nursey/Dex fic? Yes please.

Can’t Be Happening: The Playlist Fics

(( I could write so many different versions of this. It was almost a truth or dare/spin the bottle/gay chicken scenario guys. If someone wants to send this song again, I can do another lol…but here have a cliche “in the closet” together fic.))

Song: Into You by Ariana Grande

Dex isn’t really sure how he ended up pressed into the back of the Haus closet with all 200 lbs of sexy hockey player pressed against him, but he isn’t complaining.

Well, only a little.

“Nursey, why can’t we just go back out there?” Dex asked, letting exasperation leak into his voice.

“Shhhh!” Nursey reached his hand up, presumably to put over Dex’s mouth, but it landed north, near his eyes.

“Ow.”

It had been a normal post-win kegster. It was, like, midnight and Dex hadn’t even seen Nursey since the game, until Nursey grabbed his arm with wide eyes and dragged him into the closet. Dex thought about making a joke about being “in the closet”, but he figured it might be a little too revealing for the situation. And so he didn’t move— literally or figuratively.

He tried not to think that with the door closed there wasn’t any room. Which meant that body he felt pressed against him was Nursey’s. And the smell of coffee and cologne paired with the breath that was tickling his ear were also Nursey’s. Dex closed his eyes, even though it was too dark to see. He was too into Nursey to be locked in a dark closet with him. Life was cruel.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were mumbling.”

Dex felt the blush as it spread on his cheeks. He changed his mind; Maybe the darkness was his friend.

Dex gritted his teeth, trying to push but Nursey didn’t move. “Nursey. Why are we here?”

“I—“

And for the first time in his life, Nursey seemed speechless.

“Nursey.”

Nursey sighed.

“ImayhavetoldToddfromthebasketballteamthatyou’remyboyfriendbutthenhewantedtotalktoyouaboutit,” Nursey’s voice was low and fast, but he was right there. Despite this, Dex still thinks he might have heard wrong.

“What….the fuck,” he settles on, trying to rearrange his arm from where it was pinned behind him. There was nowhere for it to go, besides over Nursey’s shoulder. Nursey let it happen without comment.

“So, you dragged me into our linens closet?” Dex asked, trying to connect the dots.

“So, I’m saving you the awkward story and interaction.”

“Oooookay,” Dex paused. “I can just go out there and tell him that you are my boyfriend.”

Nursey made a sound eerily similar to the one he makes when taking a hit on the ice.

“I mean,” Dex backtracked frantically. “You told him first so…”

“I…you’re straight?” Nursey phrased the statement like a question.

Dex struggled to find the right words to explain that no, he wasn’t straight. But either way, it didn’t matter, Nurse just needed a fake boyfriend.

“Dex, he’s bi. And like, I think he’s poly and he asked me if we were monogamous and I panicked because I realized he was gonna try and flirt with you.”

“Oh.” Dex still felt like having a hot basketball player flirt with him wouldn’t have been a bad thing, per se. But he was a monogamous kinda guy because — as he’d learned by watching people flirt with Nurse — he was the jealous type.

There’s a pause and a shift as Nursey rearranged himself, a hand lands on Dex’s waist. Dex tried not to jump at the tingling feeling the touch leaves.

He’s just getting comfortable, Poindexter. Don’t freak you’re d-man out by projecting your own feelings.

Something else was bothering Dex, besides the bucket handle pressed into his calf.

“So…why did you pick me?”

“Huh?”

“Nursey, Bitty is openly gay. Lardo is literally right there. You had so many options, bro. We all got your back.”

Nursey pulls back, his head knocking lightly on the door. Dex can feel each breath on his nose.

“Dude, you don’t know?”

“Know, what?” Dex knew it sounded out defensive, but it was a natural reaction for him.

“Okay, I’m going to try and kiss you now because I literally. I can't wait anymore,” Nursey sounded annoyed.

Dex felt like he was on the edge of a cliff that he wouldn’t mind leaping off of. But, God, if Nursey was just fucking around—

No, Nursey was a lot of things but insensitive he was not. Dex heard Nursey shift, pressing closer but he didn’t connect their lips.

“Nursey?” Dex whispered, lips tingling with anticipation. This is what he’s been waiting for and, surely, he hadn’t been hearing things when Nursey—

“This is where you let me down easy, Will,” Nursey whispered back, softly, oh so softly.

Dex knew that this closeness was something that might could come back from. But once he leaned forward, he would be crossing a line.

Dex tightened wrapped his arm further around Nursey, his hand landing on the soft skin of his neck. Dex finally pushed forward past the last tiny space to connect their lips.

He and Nursey were always better with the physical than with words. It was like a dance, like the connection on the ice, but instead of connecting the puck they were locking lips again and again and again. Dex felt like his chest was going to burst.

They finally pulled away to catch their breath. It felt almost as intimate to Dex, the hot air from Nursey’s lungs blowing on his cheek.

Nursey cleared his throat softly. “I was pretty sure you were straight, but like, we’ve been sort of flirting??? You should know that I’ve literally been waiting for you to make a move. But you didn’t so,” Nursey pulled back, resting his head on the door again. “I did.”

“Because I thought you were straight,” Dex argued.

“Ah, there’s those heteronormative assumptions, out to ruin our lives.”

Dex felt Nursey hand move, stumble around and then land on his own.

“So, Nurse,” Dex started, still buzzing from the kiss, “Does this mean we can get out of here? And go to McDonald’s or something?”

It wasn’t much for a first date, but Dex wanted to kiss him again. And be able to see Nursey when he did.

“Sounds like a plan. But, I dunno, this is pretty scandalous. What, are we just going walk out of here like it’s normal?” Nursey asked.

Dex sighed. “Nurse, everyone’s drunk. I don’t think everyone’s watching and waiting for us to come out of the closet.”

Nursey burst out laughing. Dex rolled his eyes, but he smiled against Nursey’s cheek.

“Alright, Poindexter, were just gonna make a run for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The doorknob turned and Nursey stepped back, pulling Dex by his hand. They’re out of the Haus and halfway to his car before Dex pulled him around to kiss him again.

The Rules™ 1. You send me a song from this playlist and I write a Nurseydex ficlet about a word, lyric, feeling, etc 2. You can also suggest songs that you think should be on the playlist. I’ll add it if I like it and write the fic. 3. I can’t write that they’re just singing the song more than let’s say…three times? Bc that’s just cheating.4. Y'all can send suggestions with the songs but it’s okay if I don’t use them. I most likely will though

Other stuff:- Probably won’t get super smutty just cause people I know might see it? But also some of these songs are saucy™ so maybe?- Generally, I don’t do AUs. Not my cup of tea most of the time. But again, some of those songs super lend to it so, no promises either way!

Find the rest under the tag “the playlist fics”

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sweetlysilent · 6 years

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Figment (Ch. Four)

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Warnings: Traumatic Memories, Fear, Swearing, Symptoms of Anxiety, Mention of Pennywise, etc.

Summary:

When is a door not a door? Most people tend to always overthink the question, over processing what the answer could be, when in reality it’s right in front of your face. When it’s ajar. This is a riddle that is constantly in the back of your mind.

Just like your greatest fear, it lurks between the space of the door, showing it’s form like a shadow, always creeping behind you. But you convince yourself it’s just a figment of your imagination, that it’s all in your head, that you’re just seeing things. But, what happens when the Loser’s Club end up seeing it too?

A/N: So, I don’t know how many people enjoy this lil blurb mini series but I really like it so I’m going to continue writing it bc it makes me happy. If you like it too then by all means go ahead and read it and if you don’t then don’t read it :)) I post other content too.

PSA: Since I’m still having issues with saving/editing text posts I’m unable to update my Masterlist, therefore, if you want to keep up with my more recent writings I will be tagging my fics with ’#masterlist’ so if you want to find them you’ll be able to. If you’re on mobile you can go up to the little search icon in the right hand corner and simply search ‘masterlist’ and my fics (and my masterlist) will show up!

This isn’t exactly based off the movie or the book, I’m just kind of free handing it and I might use bits and pieces from the movie, but besides that I’m basically just flowing with it. Another thing, feel free to send a comment in my ask or below on what you thought of this part! I’d love to see everyone’s reactions, it helps keep me motivated.

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night ter·rors

feelings of great fear experienced on suddenly waking in the night.

“Y/N are you alright? Honey wake up, you’re okay.” Your mother rushed over to you, grabbing ahold of your shoulders as you shook violently, small screams escaping your lips every few seconds, sweat dripping down your forehead.

You were having a night terror, something you hadn’t experienced since you were ten years old, since the last time the clown had tried to take you.

In your terror Pennywise was chasing you, his maniac laugh echoing throughout your ears as you ran in a state of panic, your breathing chaotic as you tried to get away from him.

You were running as fast as you could, your lungs were burning from breathing so hard, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to make it out alive.

You made a sharp turn around the corner, only to come face to face with Richie, except this wasn’t really him.

“Richie.” You breathed out, your eyes widening as he gave you a crooked smile, sending chills down your spine.

“Why are you running from us Y/N?” Richie questioned, turning his head to the side slightly as he eyed you intently.

“Stop playing these bullshit games with me! I know you’re not him! Get OUT of my head!” You screamed, your hands gripping your hair harshly as you watched Richie’s form disappear and Pennywise’s emerge from the ground.

“You’ll float too.”

And then you woke up.

“Y/N! Oh my god are you alright? Speak to me sweetie, what’s wrong?” Your mother gaped at you in worry, watching as you breathed heavily, your eyes searching your room frantically before landing on her.

“I-I..” You stammered, unable to form words, not after what you had just experienced, there was no way she’d ever understand what you were going through.

“It’s alright, just take a deep breath, relax, you’re okay.” Your mother cooed, her arms wrapped around your small figure as you sat on your bed, your chest heaving.

It was all getting worse, so bad to the point sleeping pills weren’t even working.

After about an hour of sitting and attempting to talk to your mother about what had happened, she hesitantly left, unwillingly of course, but you told her you wanted to try and go back to sleep, which was a straight up lie.

The second the door to your room closed, you put on some socks, along with your shoes, a jacket, and a beanie to keep your ears warm.

You quietly climbed out your window, before jumping down to the ground, grabbing your bike along the way before peddling down the street.

You weren’t sure what possessed you to sneak out and do this, but your gut told you to go to him, so you did.

You knew it was late, around three in the morning, you weren’t sure if he’d even be awake at this hour, but you didn’t care.

You rode up to his house, resting your bike against the fence before wandering around to find his window, which you were glad was ground level.

You hesitantly knocked on his window, looking around to make sure nobody saw you, while waiting to see if he would notice you.

You didn’t hear any movement so you knocked again, this time a bit harder, before hearing footsteps approach the window.

The second he saw you, confusion spread across his face, before opening the window.

“Y/N, what the hell? What are you doing here? It’s three in the morning.” Richie complained, rubbing his eyes tiredly, making his glasses slip down his nose slightly.

“I-I.. I need to talk to you.” You stammered, giving him pleading eyes as he let out a tired sigh, before opening the window a bit more and stepping aside to let you in.

You carefully climbed into his room, doing your best to not knock anything over as you rebalanced yourself, shutting his window quietly.

“This better be important, this face needs its beauty sleep.” Richie half joked, giving a sleepy smile, making you shake your head at him.

“It is, just let me talk, lord.” You muttered, walking over to sit on his bed, surprising Richie slightly to see you have that much confidence.

“Wait, hold up, how are you awake? I thought you were on sleeping pills or some shit like that.” Richie questioned, now remembering the whole classroom incident.

“I am, but apparently I can wake up even on meds.” You grumbled, rubbing your forehead while letting out a sigh.

Richie noticed your posture deflate slightly, making his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, before walking over and sitting down next to you.

“What happened Y/N? You wouldn’t have come here if it wasn’t important.” Richie spoke gently, placing his hand on your knee softly to stop it from moving anxiously.

You turned to face him, your eyes flickering back and forth from his, before turning your face down to your hands.

“I-I had a night terror.. I haven’t had one of those since I was ten. Ten Richie.” You whispered, your voice wavering slightly as you recalled the memory.

“I-I was being chased by the clown..” You continued, the back of your neck starting to sweat once again.

“The same clown you told us about?” Richie questioned, as you nodded your head, unable to look him in the eyes.

“I was running from him, I was running so hard Richie that I couldn’t breathe, and then I remember I ran around the corner..” You whispered, your breathing becoming a bit heavier, making Richie start to worry.

“W-What happened? What was around the corner?” Richie questioned hesitantly, his eyes widening slightly when you looked up at him, your eyes watery.

“I-I saw you.” You whispered, your lip quivering slightly as he stared at you in disbelief.

“W-What? H-How.. How is that even possible?” Richie stammered, his hand leaving your knee as he got up to pace around his room.

“It wasn’t really you though.. It was him. The clown. He pretended to be you to get to me, but I knew it wasn’t you, so I called him out on it and then he became his true self.” You explained, watching as Richie paced back and forth in front of you.

“And then before I woke up, I heard him say ‘You’ll float too.’” You mimicked how he said it, making Richie stop pacing and face you, his mouth slightly open.

“That’s what Bill said his brother said to him..” Richie whispered, creating goosebumps on your arms.

“Richie.. What if I’m next? What if I go missing?” You whimpered, a tear slipping down your cheek as Richie shook his head, engulfing you in his arms.

“There’s no way in hell I’ll let that happen, alright?” Richie spoke into your hair as he held you in his arms tightly.

“I don’t think you have a choice.. It’s my turn to be taken..” You whispered quietly, making him take a step back to look at you.

“What are you talking about Y/N? I know it’s late and we’re both tired but now you’re just making shit up.” Richie frowned at you, as you shook your head.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve experienced the clown, before I moved.. Two of my friends went missing.. So, of course we went looking for them, and that’s when we saw the clown, he tried taking us too.. But we defeated him. We thought he was dead.” You explained quietly, your eyes focused on the ground as you replayed the moments in your head.

“Are your friends..” Richie questioned quietly, his voice disappearing before he could finish as he saw you look up at him through your lashes.

You shook your head no, making him visibly swallow as you let out a sigh.

“Is that why you moved here? To get away?” Richie questioned, as you nodded slowly, the feeling of shame setting in.

Richie nodded slowly, trying to process everything you had just told him, at first he didn’t want to believe you, he wanted to believe you were just crazy, but the more you spoke about it, the realer it got.

“I believe you.” He finally spoke up after a few minutes of being completely quiet, surprising you.

“You do?” You looked at him with hopeful eyes, watching as he sighed and walked back over to sit next to you.

“Yeah, Y/N, I do, because as much as I tried to forget it, I saw the red balloon in my dream, and next thing I know you’re here at my window.” Richie confessed, making your eyes widen.

“We need to tell the others. If they’ve seen the balloon too, then..” You looked at him worriedly, as he placed his hand on yours.

“Then they might be taken too.”

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