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scarletttries · 11 months

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Kendall Roy x Reader Engagement/Wedding Headcanons:

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x Gender-neutral!Reader

Rating: Fluff with one slightly NSFW thought at the end clearly labelled.

Author’s Note: After my own lovely bachelorette party last weekend I got a request for wedding/engagement headcanons for Kendall Roy and couldn't resist! Thank you to everyone who wished me a lovely weekend for my Hen Do and for sending in so many amazing succession requests!! 😊

- From the minute he knew you were the one for him, Kendall would be mentally planning your wedding. It wouldn't matter that it would take him another year to actually propose, he'll live for meticulously planning every detail to make it the most memorable proposal and wedding in history, constantly be thinking of things he wanted for the two of you, scribbling down ideas in his notes app that he can't wait to share with you one day.

- The proposal would be so incredibly Kendall: there would be fireworks, and a stage, and he'd have prepared a musical number, and everything for the whole week would have been set up to lead you unawares to the moment he finally gets down on one knee and asks you to marry him. To be the other half he's always been missing. The loving family he never thought he could deserve. And when you, thank god, say yes; a hundred doves fly out behind you as glitter rains dow,n and it truly feels like something out of a movie or a fairytale, the staged photos front page of every paper in town that night.

- For the entire time you're engaged it's like Kendall's already in the honeymoon phase, his obsession with you is completely renewed. He's so enamoured he finds himself calling you into his office just so he can close the blinds and wrap his arms tightly around you, barely able to contain his grin as he leans down to kiss 'his fiance', a phrase he cannot stop uttering. He'll introduce you to people you've already met a dozen times just so he can say 'my fiance' about you again and again, cheeks aching from the smile that hasn't left his cheeks since you said yes.

- Now that you're engaged he'll also get even more ridiculous with gift giving; when Kendall first starts dating anyone he can be a little insecure that they're just with him for the money, so he holds back on being too generous until he knows their true feelings. But now, expect a bouquet of your favourite flowers every hour, on the hour, each with funny little notes Kendall writes imagining what your life will look like together. Not to mention he insists you both go shopping as 'you both need an entirely new wardrobe now that you're engaged.'

- There won't have been a lot of times you've been able to meet Sophie and Iverson while dating Kendall, so he'll be nervous about re-introducing you to them now that it's as his fiance. But he doesn't need to worry, Sophie is so smart and friendly she'll immediately start running through wedding planning ideas and suggesting you pick them up from school once a week so you can get to know the two of them better - she's seen how much better her father is doing since he found you and genuinely wants to keep you around as much as possible. Naturally Iverson is a lot more reserved, but you'll give him the space he needs and keep the pressure off and over time he'll smile when you walk in a room and Ken will know you've been accepted as part of their dysfunctional family unit.

- The other Roys might not be as welcoming to you when the announcement comes out, assuming you're just some beautiful airhead, or worse, coming after the family's power and fortune, despite how happy Kendall seems to be around you. The exception to this is of course Connor, who will pull you aside after Logan spends dinner shouting about how important prenups are, and tell you he's so excited to have another sibling and he's so happy Ken found you. *For more Kendall prenup drama I have a whole smut fic on it here.*

- Kendall would be torn between wanting a long engagement, loving the affectionate excitement the two of you share every time he catches the glint of your ring out the corner of his eye, and being so excited to plan the wedding that he gets it all set up for just a few months later. No expense would be spared for your day, whether you want to have an island to yourself, an exquisite country house or just to hire out the gallery of your dreams. As long as you're okay with it being BIG, then Kendall will make any dream you have come true.

- Kendall's first wedding was a much more classy, muted affair where he felt like he had to stifle himself to fit the idea of what a wedding should look like. He's learnt a lot about himself since then, and you've always been there to encourage him to be honest with you and hold on tight to the parts of his life that bring him joy, so be prepared for the whole day to be elaborate and spectacular.

- That doesn't mean it's not also magical, and romantic, and intimate. You and Kendall find ways to make every second meaningful to the two of you, stealing away for moments at a time to just look into each other's eyes, overwhelmed with the joy that you are now joined forever, secure together for all the ups and downs your lives will bring (unaware that one of three photographers Kendall hired is taking candid shots that Kendall will have printed as six foot high portraits to hang on the walls of his penthouse, and another dozen images to line his work desk.)

- While you and Kendall aren't too worried about a lot of the classic wedding traditions, you will spend the night before the wedding apart, opting for a cosy night in a luxury hotel with your friends to get prepped. You'll have to have your friends taking shifts by the door at all times though, as Kendall sends an influx of deliveries to show he's thinking of you. And then at 2am he'll turn up at your hotel suite begging your friends to let him see you one more time, "for one last night of sin" and they'll have to remind him it's bad luck and force the door shut in his moping face.

- But it's completely worth it as he sees you for the first time on your wedding day, somehow more beautiful than he could have pictured, dressed to perfection, wearing the same smile as you walk towards him that you did that first day he kissed you and knew then and there that this day would be coming soon. He has to choke back tears as he stutters through his vows, overwhelmed by finally having a true family member in his corner who can love him and have his back through anything.

- Without getting too NSFW, we can all agree Kendall on his wedding night would come at you like a man starved. Greedy hands squeezing and clawing at your thighs hard enough to leave marks as his teeth clash against yours with the sheer fervour that he comes in to kiss you with. A strangled mix of growls and moans, broken up by ecstatic laughs fill the room as he embraces you for the first time as his spouse, exploring and tasting every inch of you like you are an entirely new world only he gets to claim. A world where now he feels safe and accepted and loved. A world he's never going to leave.

#writing #fanfiction #one shot #requests #kendall roy succession #kendall roy headcanon #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall succession #succession imagine #succession hbo #succession headcanons #succession #gn!reader

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heartlaboratory · 1 year

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A dark story.

For the thousandth birthday of the High Master, his holy dojo organized an international tournament for all the best fighters in the world. The winner of each category will have the honor to challenge the High Master. Those Who will obtain just a single point against him will earn not only the prize for the category winner but also a "Golden Fighter": a small yet intriguing artifact of great value.

She's one of the most promising fighters in her country. Even if quite young (around 25) she was able to rapidly climb the national classification winning almost all the matches she fought. Obviously she received an invitation for this exclusive match.

"A thousand years old?! To organize a tournament was not enough? He's just an old man. I hate these vetust, pseudo-religious traditions. A single point to win, please... He's going to use his experience to fight with a pure defensive technique; everyone knows that if properly done it's impenetrable. It will be the most boring fight ever". She says loudly while waiting for the definition of the matches.

The tournament starts and during the other matches she keeps complaining about technique defects of the other fighters, made impatient by the slow-paced rhythms of such an old institution, full of very well defined rytuals. Her category will be on the last days of the tournament...

Finally her turn arrives. She seems unstoppable: one after the other, as anyone expected, all her opponents are defeated. Some doesn't even last five minutes (a match has no sets, it lasts till one fighter is no more able to keep fighting). She's with no doubt the winner of her category and probably one of the best fighters seen in the whole tournament.

After a day of rest and ceremonies the last duel begins. Each winner of the previous phase will fight against the High Master to win the "Golden Fighter". Surprisingly for her all the other Champions decide to accept a defeat by default to honor the High Master as a sign of respect to his indubitable superiority.

"Well, at least this farce will end quickly". She says while reaching the center of the ring.

The High Master is a small and quite thin old man with no hair but a very long and white beard. For the entire tournament he had a genuine smile on his face, the same smile he has while reaching (quite slowly) the center of the ring.

The match starts and exactly as she foresaw the High Master keeps a pure defensive technique. She jumps up and down blowing fists, kicking, running here and there on the ring trying to be unpredictable but for each of her moves the High Master simply protect himself with another defensive move. The more minutes pass of this sensless thing the angrier she gets. It is tradition that under the judoji fighters must wear nothing so that they can't secretly bring a weapon to the fight. After more then an hour of constant fast moving, her suit is almost completely unfastened and literally anyone can see her bare chest. She's quite skinny being adapted to sustained efforts ("you need technique here, not strenghth" she always says). After all this time with no rest at all though she's exhausted and through her rib cage anyone can easily see her heart thumping like hell while she's breathing really heavily. She doesn't care at all, she's red with rage.

"AT LEAST TRY" she shouts while launching a prohibited technique against her opponent. The High Master takes the hit and for an instant one could say to have seen him staggering.

"Oh well, if you want to be hit you have to know that your body shape Is perfect for me to see all your anatomical landmarks. I don't even have to guess where to hit you". The High Master says and a shadow of fear arise in her mind: what he's refereing to? But there's no time to think, the forbidden move seems to have given the wanted result: there's an opening in his defence on the right. This is a perfect occasion for a left fist to hit the High Master, earn the point and finish this never ending fight.

She blows the fist and... It was like a flash: with his right arm the High Master deviates her fist and counterattacks. His hand is now opened facing the ground with the palm, moving almost at the speed of sound towards her left side chest. His fingers touch her skin in her third intercostal space. In that exact moment her third and fourth ribs are displaced from her sternum to make enough space for his hand. Her skin and her intercostal muscle can do nothing but break while his hand enters in her mediastinum. His fingers wrap that strong muscle they've found in the center of her chest, while he clearly feels how fast it was beating. He tighten the grip so strongly her heartstrings brake and her heart valves literally explode. As fast as his hand entered her chest now it lives it carrying out her poor heart, ripping it off from all the veins and arteries and all the other support structures.

"Why is my vision going black? Why I feel so heavy? Why I can't breathe? I'm in a very good shape... Does anyone opened the door? I feel so cold... Why is he holding a red peach on his hand?" She keeps thinking between herself in total confusion with her energies quickly leaving her body. His secret move was so quick she was almost unaware of it.

"I can accept your continuous offenses against me and this tournament but I can't tolerate your desecrating my holy temple with a prohibited move. That's why I took your heart".

Desperatly and noisily gasping, her green eyes go terrified to what once was her heart now fibrillating in the High Master's hand. One last gasp and while becoming purple she collapses life-less on the floor.

The High Master throws her heart at her, hitting her chest and says: "Put it back if you can or learn the value of respect in your next life". He turns his back to her body and goes away.

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #female heartbeat #heartbeat #dark cardiophilia

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cosmicjoke · 5 months

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Hi! I’m really curious about your opinion on this take https://www.tumblr.com/virgobingo/734694522304512000/ppl-cant-accept-gojos-negative-traits-and-id

especially on the ‘finding pleasure in fighting (with Sukuna)’ part. Because him “admitting” that he wanted to fight just because he got a kick out of it kind of nuked Gojo’s entire character. His goal was to create better world for jujutsu sorcerers. He did everything he could to ensure that his students had better lives than what he had been given. Him saying that he fought only because he got kick out of it made it look like he didn’t care about anything else. It was insulting to Gojo’s character. And it is not people not being able to accept his negative traits, it’s bad writing. Idk maybe I’m reading the whole thing wrong because I’m still half asleep, lol, but I’d really like to hear your opinion. Have a nice day!

Yeah, I don't agree with that at all. Where, exactly, has Gojo ever particularly shown this supposed self-interest that primarily motivates him?

I suppose they're talking about what he says to Geto when they're teenagers, his proclamation that he doesn't want to hear about Geto's moral reasons for fighting, and makes a disgusted face at the prospect of fighting for those weaker than themselves.

But the thing is, is that Gojo's actions belie his words. I just pointed this out, about how he drains himself protecting and looking after Riko, to the point that Toji was able to get the drop on him, something that would have been impossible if Gojo really believed what he said to Geto about not giving a fuck about weaker people than himself. Or the way he does his best to protect the people in the train station, again, to the point of driving himself to exhaustion. The way he genuinely wants to create a better world for his students, etc... I'm not saying Gojo doesn't enjoy fighting. He clearly does. But the way Gege framed it, with Nanami essentially accusing him of ONLY fighting for his own pleasure, and Gojo not denying the accusation, makes it seem like Gojo really was just a selfish asshole the entire time, and all his previous acts of selflessness and compassion were just... for show. That's literally what Nanami says, and I guess Gege just wants us to accept it now. It's like he's saying 'this is who Gojo was, and all the previous groundwork I laid for his character was just BS'. Well, given what BS Gojo's fight with Sukana was, and how it was based entirely on, not misdirection, but flat out lies, with the actual narrative and the character's themselves lying to the audience for nothing more than shock value, with one inconsequential cliffhanger after another, I'm not exactly surprised. It IS bad writing, I don't care what anyone says. It's lazy and for Gojo particularly, it's a retcon of his character, which I can only assume was done as a means of punishing his fans.

It's not that people can't accept that Gojo has some "negative traits". It's that his entire character was reduced to being a dickbag who only fights for his own enjoyment, and all his previous claims to the contrary were just lies he told everyone to look good. It's also the fact that his fight with Sukana dragged on for three months and literally went nowhere. It didn't affect the plot. It didn't affect any other character. It didn't change anything, or lead anywhere. The pacing was horrific, and again, kept employing the use of cliffhangers which, ultimately, were ALL red herrings used to keep the fight going, and for nothing gained or changed, with no real consequences wrought. The audience waited three YEARS for this fight to happen, and when it finally did, it was completely meaningless. We didn't even get to see how Gojo's death impacted his students. He was just dead, and the fighting continued. His demise doesn't seem to have really upset anyone, or had any affect on their mental or emotional state in any, real way. Nor has his death impacted the world in any, perceivable way, this, despite previous statement about how Gojo's birth literally altered reality and spawned an influx of more powerful curses, he himself was so unprecedented in his power. He dies, and... nothing happens. Literally nothing. How is that good writing?

Just from a technical standpoint, JJK has had absolutely atrocious writing for YEARS. Pages and pages of mind numbing exposition, convoluted, nonsensical explanations of cursed techniques and introductions of one and done characters, illogical and inexplicable power-ups for certain characters, off-screened deaths for major characters, on and on and on, and in between, not a lick of actual character development or emotional catharsis or resolution for ANY of them. It's fucking awful. I don't care what anyone says, again. It's terrible.

So even if you don't think it was character assassination to dismiss all of Gojo's previous claims about wanting to give his students a better world and to protect their youth, claims backed up by his actions, to instead make Gojo into just a selfish dick at the very end of his existence in the manga, there's plenty of other stuff to criticize JJK for, and more than legitimate reasons for pointing out the bad writing.

#Jujutsu Kaisen #Gojo Satoru #jjk

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imaginesofstardewvalley · 1 year

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could you do a really fluffy piece between a male farmer and Alex, where the latter finally comes to terms with and confesses his feelings for the former. any location or general scenario would be cool :3 (also it'd be great if the feelings were reciprocated, so not one sided pls) x

Feelings (Alex X Male!Farmer)

The sunset in the distance shined brilliantly over my farm, my recent hard work and nearly blinding me. A sudden voice rung out, tearing my gaze away from the natural sight, Alex walked over towards me while waving, I waved back “hey! Come sit next to me” I patted on the porch of my house, he obliged and sat crossed legged by my side. He grinned “thanks for inviting me” I picked up a can of a drink from the cooler next to me, earlier in the day when I had a break I picked up a bunch of stuff I knew he liked, he told me about the drink once and it’s stuck in my mind ever since. I told him “it’s no problem” I paused as I held out the drink to him “here” if it could be possible, the giddy smile on his face became bigger. I noticed a faint blush on his cheeks as he accepted the drink “this is my favourite!” he opened the can and took a sip as I told him “yeah, you told me so I thought I’d get some” he didn’t meet my gaze as he seemed to look anywhere else “wow I can’t believe you remembered” to tease him I joked “I’m not a goldfish, you know”

I looked back over to the farm and his gaze followed, the beautiful blues and oranges blended together creating a lovely scene. Alex spoke up “so how was your day?” I replied quickly “busy. Since the season changed today I had to get the crops, plant em and then water them. While also doing my other chores” without missing a beat he asked “did you take a break?” I shrugged and drunk some of the drink “yeah, that's when I got these snacks” I gestured to the cooler next to my thigh I looked over to him but he was already looking at me with a dejected face “man, you spent your break buying stuff for me? You should relax more often” I shook my head and turned away from him “Alex. I promise you I’m fine I know when I’m too exhausted” I paused for a second, he's not aware how much I wanted to do this. I then added “plus what am I doing now?” He tried to hide his smile by turning away from me but I saw it, I laughed and put my hand on his shoulder “I’m perfectly fine, ok?” He looked at my hand that rested on his firm shoulder, he seemed at a loss for words as he continued to stare. Worried I took my hand back and he finally spoke “yeah I know...just want to make sure. You’re always working hard” I smiled, knowing he cares for me is wonderful, he's always checking up on me and making sure I'm ok, which makes me feel really loved but I'm sure on his side it's completely a platonic thing.

"Have you ever been in love with a man?"

Well I've had similar conversations with straight men before but they've usually never phrased it that way. Genuinely shocked by the sudden question I struggle to find the words before I bluntly spit out "yes" he doesn't say anything, his facial expression remains the same, I get the hint that he's waiting for me to explain further "when I still lived in the city I had a couple of boyfriends, one was serious the other not so much" he nodded and looked to the sunset and asked me "were they out?" he turned back and I nodded. He gulped and he started pulling on each of his individual fingers, is he nervous? "I can't think of anyway to ask this subtley so I'm just gonna be straight" we both laughed under our breath at the irony of the subject mattter and that comment, he sighed before coming out with "would you date someone who isn't out?" I took a sip of my drink and thought about it, relationships where one person is out and the other isn't can get messy, quickly. On the other hand, if there was something potentially there? Why ignore it? I put the can down "if I really liked the person and I thought it could go somewhere, then yes. I think so" the implication if what he was asking me hit me all at once

Why is he asking this?

Does he think he's gay?

Is there someone in town he wants to date is out? Who is that?

Is it me?

I finally met his eyes after having an internal debate with myself, if theres a chance he likes me back, I need to know. "Alex, why are you asking this?" he resumed to playing with his hands "because I think I like you, and I mean like like you" once he started talking, he didn't stop "like the way you're on my mind constantly and the way I think you look handsome isn't the way I think about my friends. It's different, I've never felt this way about a woman before and I have tried but it didn't work because obviously you can't force yourself to like someone you don't like" I'm scared he isn't breathing with how fast he's talking "but I don't want to admit I like you because I'm not sure and I don't want to somehow lead you on but I'm also not out and I'm scared to be out-" I interuppted him "Alex I think you just admitted it" he took a breath in "but I really like you and I'm sorry if you don't like me back and I have made things awkward between us" I shook my head "you haven't, not at all" I placed my hand on his, in hopes to calm him down "in fact, I like you back and I was trying to ignore that" I laughed and gestured to the cooler of his favourite snacks "clearly not doing a good job of it. But I thought I was being silly for liking a straight guy" he smiled softly "so we both like each other then?" I giggled "that's what I gathered" he sighed softly and his gaze stayed focused on my face, his eyes darting to each of my features, lingering as if he is trying to memorise them. Almost instinctively we both inched closer together, is this what I think it is?

"Alex?"

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes"

I placed my hand on his knee and moved my head closer to his, tilting as our lips tocuhed. They were soft, the kiss moved slowly as I felt his hand touch my cheek then as quickly as it happened it ended. He spoke under his breath "I've been waiting for this moment" so have I so I didn't hesitate, I went back in and the kiss was harder as his lips parted, making the kiss more passionate than before.

"MOO"

I tore away from him to see a cow standing outside my house "oh god I didn't close the gate" he laughed "come, I'll help you" we both stood up and made our way to the barn.

#stardew valley #stardew valley imagines #fanfiction #stardew farmer #alex x farmer #stardew alex

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singaporesainz · 1 month

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hey! not too sure if ur currently welcoming hot takes or questions rn but this is just a very genuine thought that i have: lewis has obviously been saying that he’s disappointed with the car, and he’s clearly not having a good time racing - and he hasn’t for the last couple years, from what i can tell at least. and i understand why he keeps trying, what with resilience and wanting redemption and all that, but surely he can’t be certain he’s going to get that opportunity to win again, right? like, he’s been racing for 17 seasons now and he hasnt had a last good 3 seasons. wouldn’t he, by now, be considering retiring and allowing space for newer talent to come in? i’m not sure if you get what i’m trying to say but i’m not too sure how to articulate in any other way.

this doesn’t come from a place of hate or criticism, just genuine interest to understand :)

first off, i am ALWAYS accepting hot takes. so anytime you wanna come in, pls do!

i was actually having a conversation about something kind of pertaining to this, and have also been thinking about this in general. it is in my personal opinion that along with the resilience & redemption, i think it also comes down to making sure that he's leaving because he's ready and not because he's hit hard times. i think lewis wants to leave when he's given all he's had to give. and maybe he can't be certain he'll ever win again, but i'm sure that he still feels he has it in him to get the win, he just needs the car and team to support him.

i'm sure retiring has occurred to him, and i think that the thought of finally saying goodbye might have had a bit of influence on why he moved to ferrari. and making room in the sport i mean... the same could be said for fernando, no? he retired once and came back, and i wouldn't say he's had a very fruitful return (only 9 podiums since he came back in 2021). and i know he has no clear plans to leave because he still feels like he has a bit more to give.

so i guess to round it all up: lewis probably feels like he has a lot more to give and feels like he's still capable of doing more in the right car, which is why leaving isn't really in the card for him any time soon. and to be fair his slump is not completely on him, mercedes has been lacking a lot lately.

there is definitely a lot of new talent patiently waiting to get their chance in f1, and drivers we've already seen and proved their capabilities in the car. just remember, it is likely a couple seats will be open to rookies for the 2025 season, we just have to wait and see where!

#hot take hotline #lh

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beevean · 1 year

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Having thoughts again about N!Hector and the pathetic excluse of a plotline he was stuck in during S3.

One of the many, many ways it could be fixed is one of the simplest one: Lenore is actually believable in his quest to manipulate Hector.

In short, she'd pretend to be the Rosaly of the show.

I read many times that N!Hector isn't stupid for falling for Lenore, because poor little thing is a manchild starved for love. I say that yes, he is stupid, because Lenore doesn't do anything different from what Carmilla did one month prior. One month! That he spent being dragged through the snow! He had plenty of time to realize his mistake. Why would he trust Lenore, when she employs her same tactics of being a condescending bitch to him and also insult Dracula in the meantime - even worse, at least Carmilla waited until the end to beat the shit out of Hector; Lenore did that first thing to flex!

(this show's writing is so, so very unsubtle, and it goes past the lack of show don't tell)

So. Instead of Lenore being a smug piece of shit and spending most of her screentime in S3 treating Hector like a dog. How about actually pretending to be falling in love with him?

Actual compliments. Actual appreciation. Actual sympathy. Unconditional sympathy.

Hector being love-starved is canon. The game version and the show version went through the same thing: first, being rejected by their own parents, to the point that their own mother regretted giving birth to them; then, working for Dracula and with Isaac, which is where the two versions differ, because in the mangas Dracula appreciated Hector for his work and Isaac respected him but was also jealous of him, while in the show both of them shat on him and made clear they don't respect him one bit.

Were things more similar to the mangas, I like to think that Hector hoped that Dracula cared about him a little bit but it became obvious that he only saw him as a useful servant, while Isaac (who totally had a crush on Hector and yes I believe it's canon) always put his Lord above him.

In short, their appreciation was conditional. Be a good boy for us, Hector dear. What's that? You want to regain your agency? Well, then you'll have to die, you understand.

Then comes Rosaly who loved Hector unconditionally. She didn't care about his past or his sins: she only saw a good-hearted man and accepted him in her home despite everything. No wonder Hector declared undying loyalty to her, no wonder he cried when she said something remotely kind to him.

Imagine if Lenore did the same, but only to betray him in the end. He'd be gutted. And it would be believable! Because all the circumstances would be there for him to desperatley grasp to the one person who seems to actually respect him! I wouldn't think he's a complete dumbass for sticking his dick inside someone who said in the span of one minute "I can't betray my sisters by letting you go" and "we can run away together"!

Now, here we can go through two routes.

One, the sex scene happens and it's the same as in canon: Lenore simply uses the opportunity to slip the ring on his finger, her plan from the start. Hector is crushed. Lenore calls him her pet, and we actually see consequences of this (not necessarily other rape scenes because no thank you, but even simply the ring hurting him). During S4, Lenore starts to genuinely like Hector, but he never forgives her, betrays her in the end (you decide whether she suns herself for the guilt or he destroys her face with the hammer <3 but eh tbh in this scenario she doesn't even need to die, she can live alone in shame for all I care), and then... I don't know, I think he'd become very jaded at this point, but he could regain some hope from N!Isaac, if he doesn't act like a total patronizing dick in his final scene.

Two, the sex scene doesn't happen. Lenore actually falls for Hector, and she's torn between her loyalty to her sisters and her fondness for this poor human who maybe can understand her more than she thought. Maybe at first she chooses her sisters (she puts the ring on him but in other circumstances?), which hurts Hector, but then she changes her mind and pulls away from Carmilla's insanity - basically think of Zuko betraying the Gaang in Book 2 and regretting it in Book 3. Lenector actually looks like a viable ship and a much more organic "enemies to lovers" situation (for lack of a better word), instead of looking like rape apologism.

tl;dr: stop jerking off to vampire mommy and pay respect to the characters

#castlevania #anti netflixvania #probably made more sense in my head #i have thoughts i have many thoughts #you cannot reconcile the lenore from s3 with the lenore from s4 it's what i'm saying #and it hurts every aspect of their plotline

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uh-e-rinnie · 1 year

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wanna talk about my feelings in regards to tss, thomas as a creator and stuff, so feel free to ignore whats under if you'd rather not read

sanders sides is taking a while.

and im not entirely surprised about that, as much as i give thomas the benefit of the doubt I do get what everyone is feeling in regards to the delay. The hiatus has taken a hit to thomas's growth as a creator, and outside of the eyes of a fan and more in the eyes of a business, it's a shame that such a thriving fanbase of what's honestly a really great piece of media had to go this way.

Aside from my feelings as a fan of the show, I genuinely feel bad that the circumstances are how it is now. There's a lot that could have been done with TSS in the time its been gone that would have been great for Thomas' business. Risk doesn't only arise from doing things, it also arises from choosing not to, and that's definitely the case here; the risk has evolved into the consequences.

That being said.

Under the eyes of skepticism I do think that Thomas has room to rebuild on the foundation of his business. Yes people who feel torn apart and deeply hurt as fans may never want to return to engaging with the T-man's content, and that's completely valid. Not only with TSS but also with actions Thomas has done that they don't agree with, some I don't agree with too.

Though my opinion on Thomas and his content wasn't as positive as it used to be (not saying its completely negative), I do leave room for the possibility of improvement. I am not clinging too much on the hope that Thomas may apologize openly about things that I believe shouldn't have been done, but have; It's so easy for people to say that we should apologize we should show people we're sorry, but its a lot harder to do. Realistically, my expectations of it aren't much. Just as how I'd expect it from any other person. The toughest thing to do is admit fault, the toughest thing to accept is most people won't.

But maybe that's just me.

I think if Thomas does things right, and keeps his word on what he's saying in the video (a possibility which I cannot adequately measure right now). Then yeah, I think he definitely can build back from his foundation.

At the same time, I still wish him all the best. He's made mistakes in his business practices and made decisions I don't necessarily agree with, but he's not evil. I don't want this potential to fall apart nor do I wish for it. I hope he remains well, especially with the condition he's got going on.

On a lighter note.

Though we haven't seen it yet; It's nice to hear what he has planned with the season finale. Especially on the part of original music; If there's a lot of it, It would work well in his favor to release the season finale original music as a compiled soundtrack. Ofc I don't have much knowledge on music so I can't say much.

It's nice to hear him doing song writing, he's a wonderful singer and I'd be happy to hear more original songs from him.

I'm glad to hear a possibility on cartoon therapy's return. I won't comment much on it cause I don't know what to expect, it's been years. But It's a very comforting series for younger me, and I'm sure it will be for a lot of people.

Short paced content featuring some of the characters may seem a little bait-y and I understand if people feel that way. To me this is just business, and it's fun to see these characters out of the usual setting or plot they're stuck in. I think It'll be fun.

I also understand Thomas wants to mature somewhat in his content, whether he verbalizes this thoroughly or not.

Anyway, I'll be dropping a bit more opinions here and there but It's nice to hear from Thomas again. I hope he keeps his word and we get the content weve been waiting for, as well as enjoy the new content we may get. Wish him all the best health-wise.

#opinion

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budalupakus · 14 days

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You Can't Control Everything

It popped into my head this morning lounging in bed with a coffee that I wanted to document this journey. When I was younger I religiously kept a journal but I don't know, there's something easier about typing than there is writing. Also my handwriting is shocking.

I am 5 weeks and 6 days pregnant.

On April 1st (ha!) while my husband and I were doing a weekly food shop I just grabbed a box of pregnancy tests off the shelf. Earlier in the day we had taken our dog to the beach and I was complaining to him about needing to pee so often. Earlier in the week it was how sore my breasts were. My period was due in a few days, but I thought "I'll get them to confirm it's nothing."

I didn't even tell him what I was doing, I was so convinced the test would be negative. Like I said, my period wasn't even late yet. I genuinely believed I was checking to confirm it was nothing. But withing seconds there it was, that second line. Positive.

I thought about calling him upstairs but thought no, I should show him. So I took the test downstairs to where he was making our lunch and just mumbled, "It's positive."

My hands were shaking and at first he didn't believe me. Ever calm, he suggested we eat and then I could take the second one just in case it was a false positive. The panic was coming off me in waves.

We ate, I peed, more lines.

So straight into the car we hopped to buy more. And after getting two more tests (different brands, just in case!) we wandered around the shops a little while I calmed down and tried to take it in.

I wanted children, and had gotten my IUD removed the year before. But then I had health problems. We both decided it would be best to wait, give it until the summer when all my tests were done and then start trying.

Were we always careful? No. Did I foolishly think that there was just absolutely no way I could get pregnant sleeping with someone unprotected ? Sure did!

So yes I'm married, we own our home, I have a good job, health insurance, my relationship is strong. And even with everything lined up I panicked, because I hadn't decided to get pregnant.

That lack of control over the timing, even though there was what, four months difference? Between when I did get pregnant and when I wanted to. I was freaking out walking round those shops.

Until he spotted a small avocado Teddy and said "Look, it's you."

I cried. I cried so much. Being pregnant is something I had desperately wanted for years and held off on for health reasons and now here it was. It had happened, and I finally accepted it and thought "I'm so lucky. It worked. I got pregnant."

All the fear melted away and for the first time in so long I just felt completely at ease. In those few minutes crying in the middle of a clothes shop while my husband held me it all slotted into place in my mind. We were going to have a baby. And it's going to be ok.

So we bought the Teddy.

#pregnant #firstpregnancy #firsttrimester

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warabidakihime · 2 years

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After Being Nice to the Weird Boy

characters: gyutaro x female reader | modern!au | pure fluff lol

content warnings : none

plot summary: You and Gyutaro will be celebrating your fifth anniversary, and on his way home from the flower shop, he reminisced about the day you two met. Gyutaro has allowed himself to be genuinely vulnerable with himself for the first time.

TAGLIST: @babygirl-panda19 @exodarkwolf16

It would be really appreciated if you could leave a comment!

I'd like to hear your thoughts, and it also inspires me to write.

Thank you so much! 🥰

"Alrighty, sir. It'll be 1836.55 yen."

"I'll take care of that. Thank you," Gyutaro said, reaching into his wallet and handing the money to the cashier. He patiently waited as they prepared his purchase, his arms folded across his chest.

If it weren't for the traffic, I could've been home much earlier, he thought, clicking his lips while glancing at the store's wall clock. It wasn't too late yet.

"Thanks," Gyutaro said, receiving the carefully arranged bouquet from the cashier. He held it delicately, ensuring not to damage the beautiful roses.

Leaving the flower store, he made his way towards the main street, whistling along to his favorite song. As he walked, he gazed up at the pink hues of the sunset, his thoughts drifting back to a special memory.

"They completely messed up the story." "I know, right? The book was clearly superior."

Gyutaro was taken aback when you responded to his rant about the movie. At that moment, he thanked the heavens that it was pitch black inside the theaters, so you wouldn't be able to see the shock look on his face. Normally, he wouldn't sit next to strangers, but with every seat taken and his late arrival, he had no choice but to accept the only available spot for the last full show.

He cleared his throat, recovering from his initial shock, and stated, "They have a terrible casting team. The main heroine seemed like she was about to wet herself."

"And the villain was underwhelming. I can't believe the director approved of this."

Turning to face you, a gentle giggle escaped your lips. Gyutaro found himself at a loss for words, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he noticed your gaze fixed on him. He wasn't accustomed to people staring at him, which made him self-conscious due to his lack of confidence in his appearance and introverted nature.

"I'm glad someone finally agrees with me. My friends liked the movie, but I beg to differ; it was cheesy."

"Yeah, your friends have no taste," Gyutaro responded, his tone almost robotic. He winced at his own words. Who was he to judge a stranger's friends? Even if it were true, who was he to say so? You were not even acquainted.

Instead of a slap or a scowl, he was surprised to hear your giggle once again. "I suppose you're right. They've got no taste."

What was happening? Why would a girl, or anyone for that matter, be interested in talking to him, let alone being nice to him? Maybe it was because it was dark and you couldn't see how he looked. Gyutaro felt utterly perplexed at this point.

"My name is Y/N. What's yours?"

"Gyutaro."

"Nice to meet you, Gyutaro," you said, turning to the person on your other side and apologizing for your conversation. Gyutaro visibly flinched and apologized as well. From then on, you remained quiet for the rest of the film. Gyutaro thought it was an opportunity to focus on the movie, but ever since that encounter, he has been waiting for you to say something to him again.

When the movie ended, Gyutaro left the theater, wanting to head home and get some sleep. But as he approached the escalator, he heard his name being called, causing him to flinch once more.

"Gyutaro!"

Cautiously, he turned to face you, unsure of how you would react once you saw his face. But your grin remained unchanged as you approached him.

"I'm sorry for what happened earlier, you know, getting you into trouble."

"It's all right."

"I'm glad. Uhm, so... you can go about your day now. I'm sorry for disturbing you," you murmured.

"I'm not bothered."

Once again, you smiled warmly at him and bid your goodbyes.

"I hope to see you around, Gyutaro."

That's how the two of you initially met. Gyutaro closed his eyes, replaying your smile in his mind. The memory brought a rare, genuine smile to his face.

To be honest, he was still mystified as to why you gave him the time of day. He was impressed by your courage to approach him. It wasn't that he held a high opinion of himself; rather, he was genuinely surprised to see someone express genuine interest in him. You undoubtedly left a lasting impact.

And as if by some stroke of fate, he had the chance to meet you again. On his way home from work, he noticed you working at a café near his workplace. Despite not being a coffee drinker, he would occasionally enter the café just to have a conversation with you.

When you spotted him among the customers, your face lit up with a bright smile, and you called out, "Gyutaro!" There was an instant recognition in your gaze, and something seemed to click.

He ordered an iced Americano, though he knew nothing about coffee. The first sip brought about a strange expression on his face, prompting him to confess that he didn't actually like coffee and ordered the first thing his eyes laid on.

"You should have told me, silly. Wait here," you said, excusing yourself. Moments later, you returned to the counter and handed him a vanilla milkshake instead, accompanied by a serving of fries for both of you to enjoy while you talked.

"This one's on us," you said, pointing to the fries with cheese and bacon bits sprinkled on top.

"Uh, thanks," Gyutaro replied, taking a sip of the milkshake, which felt like sweet nirvana flowing down his throat. "This one's much better," he remarked.

"That's actually our top seller. I'm glad you like it," you said. "So, what brings you here?" you asked.

"I was just passing by on my way home."

"It's good to see you again, Gyutaro."

"Likewise," he responded sheepishly.

"I was hoping to see you again."

Gyutaro had completely lost track of time that day. The two of you ended up chatting for hours, engrossed in each other's company. It wasn't until your boss informed you that it was time to clean up that you realized how late it had gotten.

Ume scolded Gyutaro sternly when he returned home, but he had no regrets. If anything, he was glad he mustered the courage to approach you.

Now, here you both were, celebrating your fifth anniversary in the comfort of your shared apartment. Gyutaro had stopped by a flower store near his workplace to get your favorite flowers before coming home.

"Tadaima!" he exclaimed as he entered the apartment, to which you swiftly responded, "Okaeri."

"Welcome home, Gyu," you said, emerging from the tiny kitchen and welcoming your boyfriend with a warm embrace and a gentle kiss on the lips.

He hummed quietly and handed you the bouquet, saying, "For you."

You took the lovely arrangement, sniffing the flowers with delight. "Aw, you didn't have to! Thank you very much."

"I get them for you every year," he deadpanned, though you paid no mind to his remark.

"Still, it's heartwarming that you continue to gift me flowers after five years. It's very sweet of you."

"You're such a weirdo," he said, playfully giving you a noogie.

"I called you sweet, and you called me a weirdo?"

"Well, you are. Who knew you liked ugly guys?"

You scoffed at his teasing, reassuring him, "You're not ugly, Gyu."

"You should get your eyes and brain tested."

You caressed his face after setting the bouquet down, your thumb stroking his cheek. "If anyone says you're ugly, they're stupidly blind."

Gyutaro laughed as he nuzzled his nose in your hair, taking in your scent. "I can't believe I ended up with a weirdo like you."

"Thank you."

You returned his hug and smiled, swaying gently in his arms as if initiating a slow dance.

"There's no such thing as a beauty standard. It's something made up by this dumb society. Don't ever listen to them. So what if you have a flawlessly sculpted face? What if your attitude doesn't match your purportedly gorgeous face?" you mumbled.

"Do you honestly think I have a nice personality?" Gyutaro inquired.

"You're very responsible and diligent in all you do. You're a kind and caring brother to Ume. You never give up, even when things get painfully difficult, and..."

"And?"

"You give the nicest hugs and kisses, and you offer the warmest love anybody could wish for." You giggled quietly as you kissed the left side of his chest. "If I'm being absolutely honest, Gyu, you're heaven-sent."

Gyutaro chuckled. "Well, I'll be damned."

"What now? You don't believe me?" you said, a smile still gracing your face.

"Just say you're whipped for me, y/n," he replied, softly flicking your forehead.

"Maybe I am."

As he pulled away from the hug, he rolled his eyes playfully. Then he walked over to the dinner table, took his usual seat, and turned his attention back to you.

"Come on, let's get this dinner date over with so I can devour you afterward."

You couldn't help but laugh at his remark as you joined him at the table, cherishing the love and connection you shared on this special anniversary.

New Full Length Gyutaro x Reader Fic

#warabidakihime #kny oneshot #kny fic #kny imagines #kny fluff #pretty self-indulgent lol #gyutaro #gyutaro fic #gyutaro fluff #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro x you #kny gyutaro

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scarletttries · 10 months

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ik it’s the last day to do it but i hope ur still taking wedding related requests!

i have 2 possible ones lol

first, Tom Wambsgans x Reader

It’s his second wedding and he’s incredibly nervous about round two of marriage. He invited Shiv, expecting her to not arrive, but ofc she did. (Kinda a loose concept but idk lol)

second, Greg Hirsch x Reader

He’s greg, but he’s still a Roy. So ofc the whole fam is invited to his over-the-top, subtle luxury (not subtle at all bc again, Roy family) wedding that he just let the wedding planner put together. Kinda just wondering HCs for how the Roy siblings behave themselves, the venue, greg being nervous etc lol. And whether his future wife/partner also works at waystar/atn or if they have a “normal” job, maybe a vet or something (totally not specific or anything)

regardless of if you take these requests, CONGRADUFREAKINGLATIONS!!!! I hope your wedding is absolutely wonderful 🫶

Thank you for this lovely message 🥰 and I love the two scenarios so thought i'd write a few headcanons for each of our boys 🥳

Tom's Second Marriage X Reader Headcanons:

- It took Tom Wambsgans a long time to feel safe enough to open up to anybody after his divorce. A marriage founded on power imbalance and venom had left him scarred and scared, not sure if he was capable of sustaining healthy love without betrayal ripping it apart at the seams.

- And then he meets you. Kind and honest and straightforward and warm, and suddenly the thought of getting hurt again doesn't feel so bad. So he asks ATN's new weather girl out for dinner, and he doesn't try and pass it off as a work meeting, or make underhanded comments about being your boss, or any of the moves he might have pulled in the past. No, he's completely honest and tells you he's interested in getting to know you better, as a date, but he respects if it's too difficult a position because you work together. You can't imagine his relief when you accept his offer.

- Flash forward to a year of healthy communication, and supporting each other and building a solid foundation of trust that ensures your relationship could survive even the greatest quakes, and Tom would be back where he thought he'd never be again; down on one knee, holding a ring.

- Together you'd plan a small and intimate wedding, something close to your families, without any media coverage. Tom would lose sleep over whether or not to invite Shiv, until finally you tell him it's clear he needs to invite her to alleviate the guilt, assuming she wouldn't bother showing up.

- As the big days comes around, Tom waiting nervously at the top of the aisle, unable to contain his grin at the perfect summer day only you could have predicted, when suddenly a dark cloud shifts in front of the light in the shape of Shiv Roy. A cruel smirk is plastered to her face as she settles amongst his family, needlessly close to the front of the ceremony as the violins begin to pick up, signalling your arrival.

- As the two of you circulate the reception, overwhelmed with joy and well wishes on your perfect day, it would be you that took Tom's hand firmly in yours and dragged him over to address Shiv head on, genuinely excited to speak to a woman who had such an impact on his life. If Tom was caught off guard by her arrival, Shiv was flabbergasted by your genuine smile and friendly, straightforward tone as you thanked her for coming, and asked her about herself. She'd bluster about the amazing new guy she was getting very serious with, watching Tom closely to see him start to come unravelled, but instead all he'd be able to do is stare at you. His sweet, supportive, strong, intelligent bride, who sees the best in people but doesn't take their shit either. And he feels at peace, wishing Shiv all the best before leading you away to talk to his mother as she hands out glass after glass of their fancy wine, toasting to a marriage they all know is truly built to last.

Greg Hirsch x Reader Wedding Headcanons:

- Greg as a groom is absolutely hilarious to me, because it feels like something he has genuinely been dreaming of since he was a little boy. Yes he enjoyed his time as a disgusting brother, but meeting someone special, getting the chance to form a meaningful connection with someone other than Tom, and then having a giant party to show off how happy you two are, well than just feels like the best thing he could ever imagine.

- Working for a liberal online newspaper, you would have never imagined you'd be walking down the aisle towards the right hand man of the head of ATN news, but you know deep down Greg is not an unkind man, and being anything within his family is a daily struggle. So you love him for who he is, and accept him for who he's not, and know that his unwavering loyalty to you will continue to make him a better and better man as you spend more of your lives together.

- Despite being a very untalented public speaker, Greg will insist on writing and performing his own vows, a fifteen minute monologue about 'how dope you are' that he foolishly asked Kendall to co-author with him. Despite his generally cynical nature Kendall would be genuinely supportive of Greg's union, knowing how much joy and love a marriage can bring, and hoping his cousin doesn't repeat his mistakes.

- Roman would spend the wedding blatantly flirting with you in front of Greg to stir up trouble, but Greg has learned enough about Roman over the years not to be the least bit threatened, slipping a hundred dollar bill to the wedding planner at the last second to get his seat moved next to Gerri, a last gesture of kindness towards the strange little man, nothing in this world able to bring down his optimism today.

- Connor and Willa would be the life of the party, getting far too drunk and taking over the dance floor, getting to enjoy a much livier wedding than the one they ended up having, and being glad for a bit of fresh blood joining the Roy family, especially someone from outside their immediate social circle. Connor would insist on getting a gift outside the registry though, giving Greg an ornate antique sword that you actually kind of love and end up using to cut your cake that night.

- Oh Tom. He would be the worst kind of petty at your wedding. He's never liked you, for reasons he can't ever quite articulate but is clearly jealousy to everyone else, so seeing Greg publicly declare his love and commitment to you would have him turning into a complete bitch, backhanded complimenting everything about your day and trying to get in Greg's head every time you two have to part for a moment. Thankfully before Greg can get too rattled, Shiv would swoop in, sensing Tom's weakness and painting her affections as a way to make Greg jealous, which leaves Tom fawning over her all night long.

- Greg would be on the dance-floor until every other guest had gone home, gangly uncoordinated limbs wrapped around you for the whole night, clinging to the one person he trusts to actually have his best interests at heart, your loyal servant the rest of his happy life.

#writing #fanfiction #one shot #requests #succession #succession imagine #succession headcanons #tom wambsgans headcanons #greg hirsch headcanons #scarlettsweddingevent

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koushisatori · 3 years

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if you can't believe in others, at least believe in us

kyoutani x gn!reader

genre: as ordered: a bit of angst w a touch of comfort

warnings: one (1) big jealous idiot, miscommunication

word count: 5.4k

note: this is smth an anon asked me to do (but like...nearly a year ago, I'm not sure if anon is still there or if they remember and my dumbass deleted the ask so I just beta-ed through whatever I had but I know they called me out on enjoying jealous characters so here we go) I'm sorry, mysterious anon, I'm stupid </3 Anyway, that's that. I don't remember if reader was supposed to be female or not so I made it gn!reader (but if I forgot to change something, pls tell me so I can fix any errors c: It's also my first attempt I apologize in advance)

In the beginning, you weren't sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you

You can't remember doing something that would annoy him, nor do you remember an instant of anger in his eyes that would give you a hint about his reasoning to stay away from you

He explained early on that sometimes he just needs a day of distance because Kentarou could feel the anger simmering right under the surface, enough that something small could tick him off already, and he would hate if you were on the receiving end of this unexplained fury

Both of you also made sure to promise each other to clearly communicate, the relationship between the two of you would not last long if you're not properly telling each other what might be bothering or hurting...just in general cross a boundary

Communication probably was one of the most important aspects of your relationship

cue to the actual situation: your boyfriend avoiding you

So, Monday evening you think maybe it's this overwhelming sensation of unexplained anger and that something at morning practice ticked him off completely

But then Tuesday comes and goes, and your boyfriend had avoided you all day long, did not even bother to read your messages,

on Wednesday, you try to talk to him, but all he does is glaring at you with a look that leaves you speechless and kind of heartbroken,

Thursday is the day you're replaying everything you did on Monday, trying to find something that he could have misunderstood, yet no matter how hard you think about it…your brain won't come up with a reason that explained why Kentarou was so upset with you!

So you decide to make him talk to you on Friday

Enough is enough, right? For gods' sake, he is your boyfriend! You miss him and his strong arms that give hugs so warm that you melt right into them

You don't get a second alone with him until school ends

you practically sprint out of the school building over to the gym, knowing that he had a free hour, which means that he is probably the first person there - your only chance

There he is, sitting with his back to you, aggressively chewing on a bun filled with chicken - his usual that reminded him of his favorite dish - glaring holes into the ground

After taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you carefully aks: ''Kentaro…Ken…?'', slowly stretching out your hand, wanting to rest it on his shoulder to maybe help to soothe him a bit

he flinches instead and his heated, agitated gaze meets your eyes, making you recoil in return

''…will you talk to me, I miss you…'' you say softly, realizing how it hurt being ignored by him

''Ah, suddenly you miss me…'' he spits, narrowing his eyes ''…didn't fucking seem like it the last time I saw you…''

''Kentaro, baby, I have no idea what you mean,'' you plead, keeping your voice low to hide the desperation lacing it, confusion written all over your features

all Kyoutani does is growl, hopping down from where he's sitting while shouldering his gym bag

''...shouldn't have been so flirty with Shittykawa like that then-'' he grumbles - ''Ken, I didn't-'' you insist, but he continues ''twirling your hair, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, fuck you Y/N, if you want him, then feel free to take a fucking leave" Kyoutani cusses, not even listening to you

You shake your head, ''Kentaro, no, you totally misunderstood the situation,'' you follow up, panic seeping into your voice now that you knew what he referred to, ''I love yo-''

''Tsk'', he moves to leave

you try to take his hand but, instead of turning around, Kyoutani just rips it away from you, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket

from behind you, you hear Yahaba and Oikawa approaching (talking about Volleyball and Captains duties)

once they guessed what must have happened, they offered you their help (they both swear that Kyoutani will never ever find a ''cute s/o as you are, y/n-chan, I'm worried for my little angry pomeranian kohai'' )

Usually, you would try to talk to him, but after enduring a week of radio silence and now this treatment, you were tired of upholding something that seemed like a lost cause

you just wave both setters off and leave the school grounds, a frown plastered onto your lips and tears swimming in your eyes

Kentarou had not listened to you, did not even really look at you, and the few seconds he did, his eyes were filled with rage instead of the warmth he had usually reserved for you (and only for you)

If your boyfriend thinks avoiding you for a week and blaming you for something ridiculous without hearing you out is how you handle a relationship…maybe you would have to consider not pursuing it any longer

Which is easier said than done

The whole night you wait for a message, anything, and then all Saturday morning

you still had hope left

You get one from Yahaba, who tells you that Oikawa tried to clear up the situation as well after the reason for your fight dawned on him (Kyoutanis piss poor mood and behavior towards him a strong indicator) but Kentaro, again, just ran off

The future team captain even called you after your lackluster answer, listening to you getting the frustration and sadness out of your system

It didn't matter, right? Your boyfriend decided to unofficially call it quits by implying that your feelings for him were not genuine instead of using his mouth to talk to you and disregarding everyone involved

as if he wanted to ignore the truth as a convenient excuse to get out of your relationship

that's the conclusion your brain came up with

You softly sniffle in the privacy of your room, clutching a pillow to your chest (which has seen more tears in the last two days than in the past three years), deciding that it would be a good idea to go into the city to treat yourself

knowing that your mother has a hair-dresser appointment somewhen today, you go and announce that you would join her to finally buy the latest season of your favorite series

once there, you additionally get microwave popcorn, chocolate, and ice cream, as well as a pretty shirt you saw on a mannequin while window shopping

you feel a lot better after spending some money and ignoring the lingering sadness of your presumable break up with Kyoutani (who you love ok, it is not that easy)

In between your stops, you meet Iwaizumi and Oikawa munching on fatty burgers (celebrating your cheat days like a holiday and indulging in whatever your heart desires, is what makes it easier to stick with healthier habits the rest of the time was the questionable explanation coming from the brown-haired setter, pointing at you with a soggy potato fry)

after a moment, the setters eyes turn sad, a frown replacing the smile on his lips

he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you from going just yet, apologizing for being the cause of your fight and for being unable to talk some sense into him

(you assure him that it is not his fault, knowing that your friend will probably brood over it otherwise, which wouldn't be fair)

Iwaizumi adds that Kyoutani will come around and that his cooldown time is just longer than those of other people (and if not, he will give him one of his famous volleyballs to the head and use his status as only truly respected senpai to talk some sense into him) but you again decline their suggestions

after saying goodbye (and seeing Iwaizumi give his best friend an assuring gentle pat on his shoulder, the secret softy in the usual harsh ace shining through)

If Kentaro was willing...able to throw away your relationship this easily, he can't possibly really love you, and you'd accept this even if it's hard and painful

Now remembered of what you had attempted to forget about, you feel your eyes sting with unshed tears (you thought there was no possibility of you having more tears to spill, yet the impossible seemed to be the case) you look down at your phone to text your mom and frown

Kentaro 🥰: we need to talk. Kentaro 🥰: meet me there [location]

For a second, you hesitate, biting your lower lip harshly…you really want to go and talk to him but…

The tears still sting in your eyes and blurring your view reminded you of what you had gone through the whole time, and that it was his turn to finally come to you

break up or makeup, the ball was in his court now

so while walking to where your mother would be waiting for you, you begin to type

You: No.

You: I waited for you all week, even though you ignored me, and now you expect me to run the moment you choose to stop being a childish idiot?

You: if you decide to speak to me then comqjdkn

Kentarou wouldn't say he feels particularly bad. Not at all! If someone was to ask him, he would probably answer fucking peachy, what the fuck are you asking for or growl angrily. No one would bat an eye and further question him, nor guess that maybe he wasn't as great as he pretended because he missed his gorgeous better half, but…it was his fault, wasn't it?

Of course, he originally thought he had a valid reason to be upset. And if he had just spoken to you about it, everything would be solved now. Instead of being a decent boyfriend, though, his pride overtook his thinking processes once he realized that his behavior wasn't even the slightest bit justified. Not that he knew this when he saw you speaking with Shittykawa right before school. All he could see was his gorgeous s/o shyly fiddling with her fingers, conversing with a leaned forward, very involved Oikawa Tooru. He would have fetched you away from the brown-haired setter. He had no qualms about showing his possessiveness. God, Kentarou wouldn't have hesitated to growl at the tall, brown-haired boy if not for the question he heard coming from the Captain.

''Y/N-chan, how is it that you, an adorable, charming individuum, is with a brute like Mad Dog-chan? I really-'' Well, that's where he decided to leave you with the setter. He didn't need to hear your answer. Didn't want to witness an excuse or maybe the truth. If both of you were so fucking smitten with each other to flirt this blatantly, why don't you just go and cheer for him, hold his hand, and kiss his cheek goodbye? It was his choice to distance himself.

Kyoutani couldn't help the feeling of betrayal and hurt washing over him. Maybe you just used him as a stepping stone to get closer with Oikawa, and Kyoutani has been too blind to see it. He never doubted you or your relationship before, but it's not a secret how eruptive Kyoutani could be. It has always been beyond his imagination how someone so cute and sweet like you could love a person like him. Your friends thought so. The teachers. The whole school! Everyone questioned your poor judgment. And when you came running up to him, you're cheery voice calling out for him, everyone present looked at you like you grew a second head. It's the reason why seeing you with Trashykawa ticked him off so bad. It catered to his biggest insecurities and fears. He knew that all those skeptics would be delighted to see you, everyone's darling, with the schools' star setter. They all would agree that the pretty, handsome young man is a better fit than the always hostile-looking troublemaker.

While Kyoutani didn't take Oikawa seriously in most cases, he undoubtedly was one of the most devoted people Kentarou had ever met. If Oikawa wanted to get a new serve right, he wouldn't stop trying and repeating it until his legs gave in, and Iwaizumi dragged him out of the gym. When he wanted to find more advanced players to practice with, so he could, in return, give this new knowledge to his team, there was no way he would not manage to make it happen. Even if his ideas, wishes, and plans cost him blood, sweat, and tears (like getting Kyoutani to actually train), Oikawa never backed down. Kentarou had heard that Oikawa's last girlfriend dumped him because of his passion for Volleyball. Yet Kyoutani couldn't help but think that, in you, the ambitious setter would have found someone that would be able to handle it. You usually came over to watch the team when you knew that Kyoutani was there to play. You sat on the stands with your homework in your lap and a Seijoh-coloured pencil wiggling between your fingers, not bothered by the noises coming from the court. You play with your earlobe while you frown at whatever problem you came across. You patiently wait for practice to finish. Kentarou was sure that you'd be someone Oikawa would actually try for. You weren't one of his squealing fangirls, hanging from his arm on every opportunity, but his friend. You didn't pester him to take selfies with you while pushing cute bentos into his hands. When you bring food to practice, then it's for the whole team to share. If he wanted you, Oikawa would probably have to win you over and make sure that you'd stay. Courting and all that jazz. In all seriousness, Shittykawa would be a fucking idiot if not.

The dyed-blond wing spiker had been so sure that he was rightfully mad that he didn't stop to think twice before he reacted this coldly towards you. But, and this made it even worse, Kentarou knew that he was wrong the moment you asked what happened after an entire week of enduring his silent treatment. The second he heard your shaky voice and saw the tears welling up in your eyes, his brain rebooted, and suddenly he wasn't so sure of his own reasoning. You two were together for about half a year. Kyoutani - by now - was confident in his ability to identify most of your expressions. All he could decipher in your eyes was pain, paired with a need to understand, but…if he was in the wrong…it would mean that he had hurt you the whole week, which in conclusion implied that Kentarou had been the world's shittiest boyfriend. Fuck, he thought, I don't deserve y/n.

His situation didn't get any better the moment Oikawa entered the gym. The person Kyoutani thought he had a real reason to despise now tried to mend the rift between the two of you.

''Mad Dog-chan, I think you misunderstood something there. Well, no, you decided to not listen-'' The taller male says, hands gesturing wildly. While his voice still had that annoyingly cheery tone, it had something commanding hidden underneath. And oh, how Kentarou hated when someone demanded something of him, even if it was for his own good. ''Don't want to hear it.'' the blond mutters, already aggravated. The brown-haired setter resolutely puts himself in the way again. ''Oh, but you have to! That morning, Y/N-chan literally declared her love for yo-'' - ''I don't fucking care.'' Kentarou barks, not looking Oikawa in the eyes.

After another fruitless attempt to get properly into the gym, he growls and turns to leave. Already on his way to grab his stuff and take a leave, he hears Oikawa yelling. ''You answered and justified why I asked Y/N-chan to begin with!" And then louder, even though he could make out Iwaizumi trying to wrestle his childhood friend back into the gym, "APOLOGIZE, YOU IDIOT! YOU BETTER GROVEL FOR Y/N'S FORGIVENESS! THEY DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS SHOW YOU'RE PUTTING ON, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

This happened on Friday evening, and the guilt was gnawing away on him ever since. On his way home, Kyoutani had automatically taken the detour to your house. Kentarou enjoyed bringing you home (and more often than not, you pulled him inside with you, making him cuddle you!). It makes him feel like a good boyfriend, and he knew that you arrived there safely. He would never tell anybody and deny it if you ever decided to share this, but Kentarou relished in the feeling of your hand holding his all the way while going on about your day. He admired that you'd pet every cat and every dog you meet on the trip home together with him. You were perfect for him…why again did he act like this?

What caused Kyoutani's attempt to apologize - in his usual overly blunt and partly aggressive kind of way - was Yahaba, though. Both boys denied being remotely something beyond 'not really enemies'. But his future team captain was definitely one of the very few people that could and would tell him to his face that he fucked up without real repercussions. He would presumably even help Kyoutani to get it together.

After Yahaba had called you and listened to your heartbreaking rant, the setter realized that you, his friend, and his 'not really enemy' needed to talk ut out. Totally immersed in your tirade, you accidentally let slip that you couldn't endure Kyoutani's treatment any longer. That being pushed over by your boyfriend with brash and hurtful words after handling the cold shoulder was too much. That you expected Kyoutani to break up with you on Monday either way. In-person, if he had mercy on you or continue his treatment as a silent method of doing so. While you told Yahaba about your planned ''get over it-self-care'' weekend (involving tons of ice cream, movies with crying guarantee, lots of blankets, and no smartphone), the setter had already put on his jacket, shooting a message to Kyoutani.

From Yahaba: get your stupid fucking ass outside to meet me, or I'll bench you the complete season next year

Even though the wing spiker was sure that Yahaba's words were nothing but empty words, Kentarou allowed himself to accept this threat as an excuse to put his pride aside. Because, even though Yahaba annoyed him to no end - not as bad as Oikawa but still - Kentarou was also aware that you and he were friends. If someone could help him gaining your forgiveness, Kyoutani had to accept and admit that it was Yahaba. Meeting his light brown-haired teammate was kind of awkward. Kyoutani was unsure what he had to expect, though he should have seen the rough treatment coming. Yet, getting told that you, the person Kentarou was undeniably in love with, felt so neglected and hurt that you deemed this relationship to be as good as over allowed the guilt monster in his chest to grow. Shitty Oikawa was probably right ordering him to grovel and beg on his knees for you to even hear him out.

Your answer to his message was partly unlike you. Well, the last sentence. You usually were pretty forward with him to avoid miscommunication and uncalled-for moping around. And while you sometimes send keyboard smashes to express the chaos you felt, they were always in a separate message and not so…random. The text definitely meant something like ''then come to me'' but somehow, Kyoutani had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing.

Besides, he couldn't just wait till Monday and hope that you'd accept his apology! You may send him away today already, but he still had a teeny-tiny bit of hope. If he let the thoughts of him leaving you or the other way around fester in your mind for two whole days, though,…you'd probably realize that leaving him wasn't that bad of a decision. You'd come to the conclusion that all your admirers could treat you better than Kyoutani did. And he was too selfish to let you leave. Even though all he did the whole week was being self-centered and stuck up, he would be damned to begin being a saint now and let you go. That you at least were willing to talk to him was…a relief, to say the least. Kentarou hoped that this translated to you being willing to put up with him a little longer if he apologized correctly. That you're not opposed to giving him another chance to make things right.

At your house, he was greeted with darkness. Not even a single light illuminating any of the rooms he could see from his spot on your front lawn. And the ones he saw were your and your mom's most-used rooms. Your room window, your mothers' workroom, and the living room area with an adjacent kitchen. All of those rather significant rooms and the lack of light in them seemed to be a dead giveaway for Kyoutani that no one was home. Kyoutani guessed that you were probably out with your mom, glancing over to the empty spot in front of the garage.

Oh god, your mother had been the only supportive person of your relationship. Maybe it's in your family to see the best in everyone, even in shitty people like him. But if you told her about his behavior, she'd most likely not welcome him with a smile ever again, no matter if you forgave him.

There weren't many things Kyoutani could do in this situation, but it wasn't as late as nature let it on, and after a few seconds, he had decided to sit down at the front door and wait for you, hoping that it wouldn't take too long for you to come home. As if fate wanted to tell him something, the wing spiker had put on the jacket with the half-full power bank. He had worn it to the shelter when he visited it this week while distracting himself from your absence in his daily life. You had gifted him the piece of clothing, which is probably why he unconsciously had decided to wear it to everything he did after school in the first place.

Kentarou passed the time by snarling at people eyeing him for a moment too long to not be judgmental, petting the neighbors' cat wandering over to him, and watching videos. Every time he thought ''Y/N would like this'', his heart stuttered guilty.

To Kentarou, it felt like an eternity until your mother's car finally drove up the entry. To avoid your mother's potentially deadly stare, he nervously checked his mobile, realizing that he had waited for a little more than 3 hours. Yet, the wait had done nothing to soothe his nerves. They instantly spiked up again while his heart threatened to jump out of his throat.

She will hate me. Your mother would hate me, she'll hate me, she'll ha-

''Ah, Ken-chan! Good evening.'' Your mother greets him with a tired, yet still gentle smile. Oh. The blond blanches. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed the treatment he received from your mother more than he should. Being spoken to without suspicion and receiving a warm smile every time without fail was a welcome change to his daily life. Your mother didn't listen to people trying to bad-mouth him. To her, he simply was the boy that - normally - treats her child the way a mother wished for. Even if he pulled a face as long as a fiddle.

''I didn't know you were coming, Ken-chan, or I would have messaged you…but now that you're here, maybe you can assist us out and help Y/N inside? It would help a lot.'' His gaze immediately flitted over to you on the passenger seat. With your arms crossed in front of your chest and that stubborn but endearingly cute pout on your lips, he nearly missed the tiredness your body emitted. Kentarou wanted to rush over to your side immediately but was stopped by your mother again. ''I don't know what you two are fighting about…but please talk to each other. I don't want my baby to be this sad. Especially now, and…'' she rests a hand on his shoulder, her eyes kind and comforting ''…I also don't want to miss you here, alright?'' He stiffly nodded and watched your mother carrying in plastic bags filled with various medicine packages and food.

After coming back to his senses, Kyoutani finally stumbled over to your side, practically ripping open the car door. This new perspective revealed a plaster cast wrapping your whole left leg and a removable wrist brace on your right hand. ''Bab- Y/N…what the fuck…happened?'' His honey-brown eyes continued to wander over your injuries, and with every second, he found more. Scratches and scrapes, bandaids and bandages peeking out from underneath your clothes. ''I'm so sorry,'' he whispered, hanging his head low.

All your intentions to fight his helping hand and limp over to the door by yourself disintegrated into nothing. You never witnessed such a devastated, beaten expression on his face before. Instead, you settle for ''Will you help me?''. A question asked quietly to your fingers picking at a loose band-aid edge on your arm and pressing it back onto the irritated skin.

After you loosened your seatbelt, he waits for you to carefully place your arms around his neck. It is followed by Kyoutani lifting you out of the car so gently as if he was afraid you might break. This whole situation in itself already contradicting his brash appearance and usual behavior. It would give whiplash to all the people pretending to know him. But he was always caring in his own way when it came to you. It's why you loved him after all. Because you usually knew that he loved you, too.

For a few moments, the atmosphere between the two of you felt awkwardly tense, both of you unsure how to interact with each other. The mostly blonde wing spiker breathed out a sigh of relief when you fully leaned into his chest once he stood upright, resting your head against his shoulder. A bit of maneuvering through the front door eventually lead to Kyoutani passing through the hallway and taking you to your room, where he was gently lowering you down on the bed.

It was a now or never kind of situation. For the both of you. While Kentarou was trying to find out where to begin his apology, he took a few steps back in case you wanted space until everything was cleared up.

You unconsciously helped him making a decision by impulsively grasping onto his shirt the moment he started to withdraw, stopping him in his retreating movement. Kentarou saw your lower lips wobbling, teary eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

''Please stay,'' you say weakly, which is enough for him to throw the whole thinking process away and simply sit down next to you, intertwining both your hands. ''I'm staying. I'm not leaving. Not now nor this relationship if you still want...an ''us''. The wing spiker took a deep, shuttering breath. '' I'm sorry, Y/N…'' he finally manages to say, honey eyes locked onto your linked your hands. ''I have been fucking stupid all week. 've been a fucking terrible boyfriend, the worst to ever exist.''

As if to encourage him...to show your boyfriend that his apology was not for nothing, you shuffled around until the last bit of distance between the two of you was closed. You hum, acknowledging his words while leaning your head on his shoulder.

''I didn't think you're cheating or something, …'' Kyoutani immediately assures you. There was no way he would allow you to think that he would accuse you of something like this. ''I had no reason to be jealous, but I was insecure. Let it get the best of me. Despite our promise to communicate, I was sulking. 't was easier. I'll do whatever the fuck you want for you to not give up yet…'' he says, taking his time with every sentence.

With a sigh, you squeeze his hand. ''It will probably take a lot of cuddling and attention from you...'' you say thoughtfully ''...but I forgive you…if you promise to not do this again…'' you murmur, tilting your head upward to press a chaste kiss to his jaw. ''Otherwise, I'll accept Iwaizumi-san's offer to get your thinking process restarted.'' For a moment, your voice had its usual joking edge. But you knew talking out everything was necessary. ''But, in all honesty, 'Tarou....please, never do this again. I am honest. I will not endure this a second time. When you tell me that you need a day or two for yourself then that is totally fine. If you feel yourself giving into whatever insecurity, talk to me about it. I am sure there will be an explanation or a solution but don't leave me in the dark. Don't treat me like that. I love you. Only you and no one else. But the time love can withstand straight-up ignorance by your partner is limited.''

Slowly, your boyfriend nodded, squeezing your hand to tell you that he understood. You would probably cling to him for a while but were sure that he would survive the extra closeness. Not even half a second later, his head leans onto yours cautiously.

''…and try being nicer to Oikawa-san, Tarou, he hasn't done anything to you.'' You add humorously before small giggles started to erupt from your lips. ''Also...Baby…'' you start, being interrupted by choked-up hiccups and giggles. By using your nickname for him, you take away another persistent fear of his. What he does not miss, however, is how you wince in pain before you continue, ''…who helped you put this into words? I mean…I loved it, but…,'' You leave unsaid that words usually are not his strong fort.

Biting back a smile, he frowns, huffs, and puffs…, but the way you are looking up at him, eyes shining with relief and adoration, allows him to admit defeat. He sighs ''…it's how Yahaba said I should say it…'' It usually would be an odd enough statement to make you throw yourself all over him with laugher. As a slight replacement, you squeeze his hand a bit, still shaking with suppressed laughter. ''I promise…that I will talk to you. Can't promise the Shittykawa part.'' Another soft chuckle leaves your lips before you look up at him again. ''I hope you try nonetheless. You should not let Iwaizumi-san hear you calling Oikawa-san that, though, I don't think this would turn out well for you…so...maybe stop this at least.'' Kentarou rolls his eyes at you, but in the end, he nods.

You wait for another second to clearly distinguish the two topics before you continue. ''…Thank you…for coming and finally speaking with me instead of break-'' A hand on your lips muffles your words.

''Don't say these words. I'd never break up with you,'' Kentarou grumbles, a light, uncharacteristic light pink settling on his cheeks. You stick your tongue out, which leads to him taking his hand off of your face with a surprised noise, rather dumbfounded that you had licked his hand. It gives you the chance to lean up and finally press your lips against his. ''I'm not leaving you either,'' you murmur, feeling his lips twitch upwards slightly. You decide to leave the teasing for another day.

Moving back into your previous position was enough of a hassle to hiss in pain. It brought back Kyoutani's awareness of the second problem at hand. ''What did happen to you?'' Kyoutani asks in an attempt to tamper down the excited, happy beating of his heart.

''Oh, this...uh, when I answered your text, I got driven over by a dude on a bicycle,'' you casually drop. It was kind of entertaining to watch his expressions change at an unequaled pace while processing your words. In the end, it settled into something akin to passive-aggressive worry. The way he was immediately fretting over you while cursing and cussing out the bicycle dude was his own way of caring. As you watch him retrieving the food your mother bought, while mumbling about how you're a dumbass for not paying attention to your surroundings, how he'd come over every day until you could go to school again to bring and teach you the stuff you would miss and how he would fucking murder the bicycle idiot if he ever finds out who dared to drive you over, you can't help the smile forming on your lips.

Once again, you are proven that loving him - while occasionally troublesome and demanding - was everything but wrong.

#haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani x y/n #kyoutani x you #seijoh x reader #aoba josai x reader #mad dog x reader #eeeeh i hope I didn't forget anything #tw jealousy #cw jealousy #????#y/n lowly humming the you kinda smell like a baka sound and he just </3 #deserved though

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 9

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: arguing, harsh language, swearing

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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The trek up the stairs from the store to the apartment felt like climbing a never-ending escalator that was going the wrong way. After the day you had had, you were both mentally and physically exhausted and ready to call it a night early.

Thankfully, as if you had finally hit a stroke of luck that day, Keishin had texted you saying that he would pick up dinner on the way home, saving you the exertion of having to leave the apartment again. So, with that information in mind, you kicked off your shoes for the day and fell unceremoniously onto the couch in the living room.

As you sat down, you heard the envelope in your back pocket crinkle and the sudden noise seemed to completely fill the otherwise silent apartment.

Ah yes, the envelope.

Pulling the decision to your future out of your back pocket, you stared at it for what felt like another hour or so. No matter how long you held the envelope in your hands, you couldn't force yourself to open it. You simply didn't want to.

At some point between when your mother had handed it to you and now, you had subconsciously decided that you wanted to choose your own path forward despite what the decision letter may or may not say.

Feeling strangely empowered and confident, you stood to your feet and ventured into the bedroom where you slipped the envelope into one of the drawers Keishin was letting you keep your clothes in and tucked it underneath one of your sweaters. Maybe one day you would open the damn thing when whatever was inside wasn't weighing so heavily on your mind and future, but today was not that day.

Just then, you heard the front door open and knew Keishin had arrived home. Closing the drawer, you plastered a smile across your face and exited the bedroom to greet your boyfriend.

"Welcome home, Dear," you giggled, trying your best to fake the part of a doting housewife. "How was the volleyball game?"

Keishin chuckled softly as you took the takeout bags from him. "It was a close game, but they pulled it together in the last set and won."

"Oh, good!" You placed the bags onto the table before retrieving some plates and chopsticks from the kitchen.

"How was your day?" he asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You sighed as you thought back on your day. "It was okay," you answered, not really wanting to go into much more detail than that. You doubted Keishin wanted to hear about your minuscule problems with rude customers after the long day he had clearly had.

Keishin, however, picked up on your uncertainty right away. "Doesn't sound okay," he commented. "Want to talk about it?"

You shrugged. "Just some shitty customers. Seems I had forgotten how poorly low-level workers are treated sometimes . . . just threw me a little," you said. "I'll be fine. Just glad the day is over now."

"You and me both." He flashed a smile as he turned to head for the bedroom. "I'm just going to change quickly and then we'll eat."

"Sounds good." You started dishing out some of the food. "I was also thinking we could watch a movie tonight as well. I could use something to clear my mind."

"Sitting on the couch with a beer is an ideal evening in my book," you heard him respond faintly from the bedroom. "There's a new action movie that came out. I think it's about-"

You waited for Keishin to finish his sentence, but when he didn't, you cocked your head and looked toward the bedroom doorway. Before you had the chance to call out to him, he appeared in the doorway shirtless, eyebrows furrowed and the envelope from the university in his hand.

"W-why do you have that?" you asked, the look on his face upon discovering the letter making your heart drop. "That was in my drawer . . . why were you going through my things?"

"I was looking for my sweater, the one you always steal," he answered. "Y/N . . . what is this?"

Rounding the table and approaching Keishin, you snatched the envelope out of his hand. "That is one of the many reasons why my day today was so shitty."

As you turned to head for the kitchen to toss the envelope in the garbage and rid your life of it, Keishin followed you. "You didn't get in?" he inquired.

You shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't open it."

As you moved to toss the letter into the trash, Keishin grabbed your wrist and stopped you. "Why are you throwing it out if you didn't open it yet?"

"Because I don't care what it says. I've decided that I'm going to stay here with you and work at the store. This is the life I want . . . the life I get to choose for myself."

"You should still open it," he reasoned. "You might change how you feel about it when you see the result."

"I don't want to change how I feel about it." You shook your head as you gently pried your wrist out of his grip. "No need to make things more difficult than they need to be. I've had enough difficulty for one lifetime, thank you very much. This decision is easy, and best of all, it makes me happy."

Gesturing to the envelope, Keishin sighed. "But this is what you wanted. When you told me about your dream to play soccer at the University of Tokyo, your face lit up. Why are giving up on your dream before you've even given yourself a chance to experience it?"

"Dreams can change, Keishin," you told him before sighing and deciding to humour him for a moment. "Okay, let's say I open this letter and somehow did get in. What then? I couldn't pay for that school in my wildest dreams; not without my parents' help. Sometimes dreams are just childish and unrealistic. So I found a new dream, one with us living here together."

"You could apply for student loans. Tons of people do." He folded his arms across his chest. "I don't think this is about the money or your parents. I think this is about us. You've gotten comfortable here."

Throwing your hands up into the air in exasperation, you huffed. "And so what if I have? Is that really so bad?"

"I just don't want you to throw away an opportunity like this over me."

"Over you?" you cocked a brow. "Because you're, what, trash? Not worth it? A lowlife? A burnout?"

Keishin bit at his bottom lip. "You know what's not what I meant."

Inhaling deeply, you glared down at the god-forsaken envelope in your hand and began to tear at the top. "Let's not fight about something that probably isn't even going to happen." You pulled the letter out and unfolded it, your eyes scanning the text quickly. "The University of Tokyo is notoriously difficult to get into and I-"

Keishin quirked a brow when you stopped mid-sentence. "What does it say?"

A broken laugh was the only thing you could manage as you lowered the letter and shook your head. "Un-fucking-believable." You handed the paper over to Keishin, the edge crumpled from where your grip had tightened when you read the decision.

Keishin looked at the page for all of two seconds before he found the bolded 'Congratulations' and a huge grin spread across his face. "You got in!" He was way more excited than you were about this. "This is good news. You can play soccer at the University of Tokyo. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't make you at least a little happy."

"I wish it did," you answered honestly. "I wish it were that easy."

"It is! It can be." Keishin set the letter down on the counter and took your hands in his. "Student loans, part-time jobs, it's all possible. Sure, it might be a little tricky to work out, but it's totally possible."

When you didn't respond, Keishin hooked his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. "Accept the spot at the university. Follow your dream," he told you.

". . . but I'll have to leave you." You felt the words catch in your throat and tried your hardest not to start crying. "You make me happy—you're the first thing that's made me genuinely happy in a long time—and I don't want to leave that for a chance at something that might not even work out."

"But what if it does work out? You don't know that it won't," he said softly. "Don't end up like me, looking back at your past and wondering what might have been if you had just chosen a different path. I know this might seem good enough for now, but how will you feel after ten or twenty years of working the same dead-end job for the same shit pay all while getting treated like shit by people who look down on you? Look at how one day of catering to pretentious assholes made you feel. Do you really want to live the rest of your life like that?"

"But what about you?" you asked, your voice shaky.

Keishin dropped his head, a few stray strands of hair falling into his face. Unlike that morning, when he had been asleep with loose hairs in his face, he looked annoyed and frustrated now. The bags under his eyes and tension lines on his forehead were a stark contrast to the soft, peaceful face you had woken up to that morning.

"Don't throw this away over me," he repeated. "Don't throw your future away over a 26-year-old burnout."

Lip quivering, you sucked in a deep breath. "I thought you were different . . . but you're just like everyone else."

Keishin eyed you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You said I should make my own decisions and live my life how I wanted but it was all a facade." You slipped your hand out of his and took a step back. "In the end, you're just like everyone else . . . you think you have a right to plan my future for me without giving me a say in the matter. You want to tell me how to live my life just like my parents."

"How could you say that?" Keishin almost snapped but managed to collect his anger before he did. "All I want is what's best for you."

You scoffed as you wiped a tear from your cheek. "If I had a penny for every time I've heard that I'd have enough money to pay for the University of Tokyo and then you'd get your damn wish . . . I'd be gone."

"When did I ever say I wanted you gone? Why are you so adamant that going to Tokyo means we can't be together?"

"Why are you so against just letting me make my own decision about this?! Why do I have to go to play soccer at that fucking university and leave you? I don't want to leave you!"

"Why not? Why are you so damn hung up on someone like me?!"

"Because I love you!" The two of you froze in place the second those words left your mouth. Chest heaving from the shouting and high emotions, you snapped your mouth shut before you said anything else in the heat of the moment.

Eyes wide, Keishin stared at you like a deer in headlights. "You what?"

You debated whether or not you should repeat what you had said, but by then, the damage had been done. "I love you," you breathed. "And I know you told me not to fall in love with you . . . but I did. I fell hard and fast and now I'm stuck in you and I cannot possibly leave you so please stop asking me to."

You waited for what felt like an eternity for Keishin to say something, say anything. He opened his mouth a few times like he was about to, but nothing ever came out.

"Keishin . . ." You took a cautious step forward. "Please say something."

Keishin swallowed hard before looking you directly in the eyes. "If I said I didn't love you back, would you go?"

You felt your heart crack and the sensation of being punched in the gut spread throughout your entire body. "Is that what you're saying? You don't love me?"

"If I didn't, would you leave?"

You inhaled sharply. "If you look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't feel the same way that I do; that everything over the past few months has meant nothing to you, there would be no possible way I could stay in Miyagi," you answered truthfully. "If you tell me that you don't love me and that you never have, I would have no reason to stay in this prefecture."

Keishin's lips parted once more. "Y/N . . . I-" His brown eyes locked onto yours and you could feel what he was about to say even though he never did. "I . . . I can't do this right now."

With that, he brushed past you, grabbed a sweater from the bedroom and threw it on before storming out of the apartment, leaving you and the now cold takeout food alone.

Tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat, you turned to look over your shoulder at the decision letter sitting on the counter, practically taunting you.

You should have thrown the thing out the second your mom dropped it off. Or better yet, maybe you should have never made that deal with Keishin and applied for the university in the first place.

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The Only Reason

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REQUESTED: "Hiii! I absolutely love your writing, it's really really good! I was hoping you could write a Nikolai Lantsov x reader where they both like each other but have to keep their relationship a secret for some reason but then someone discovers their relationship? Obviously you don't have to if you're overworked, I don't want to add any stress :)"

SUMMARY: nikolai and reader discuss their relationship and its future.

WARNINGS: lovely banter because i'm a sucker for it

WORD COUNT: 1165

A/N: thank you so much for your kind words, lovely anon!! so, this is slightly different from what you wanted but i hope it satisfies you nevertheless :)

"I told you we have to stop, if they find out, they-"

"They'll what? Strip me of my royal title? Unlikely."

"This is no joke, Nikolai, we'll-"

"Wait. We are not on first name basis. It's either handsome or sweetheart." he said looking thoroughly offended, "You only call me Nikolai when you are mad or way-too serious."

"Because i am serious, Nikolai." you spoke, accentuating his name with a mocking grin.

"No, you can't be serious or else it would mean you don't want to see me anymore and we both know you can't resist me." he snaked his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him, something that would have certainly raised suspicions if someone were to pass in that exact moment.

"That much is true," you said genuinely, gazing into those perfect blue eyes you fell in love with so much time ago, "But we can't keep doing this."

As you said those final words, you stepped away from his comfortable embrace, leaving him looking completely dejected.

"Why not? We can, we are masters of elusion." he said grinning and you internally cursed yourself for your next words.

"We are, aren't we?" his smile only widened as he took you back in his arms, pressing his soft lips to yours, thus sealing the implicit vow you had made to remain together despite the impossibility of your relationship.

He was a prince, after all. And as a prince he had to marry someone of his rank, not a common grisha, although you were everything but common in his eyes.

He had called you plenty of names and 'common' was never amongst them: "the most formidable soldier in the Second Army", "the girl whose smile could easily brighten the whole room", "my one and only, my everything".

"A living Saint."

Still, the king could not see with Nikolai's eyes and when he looked at you you he saw nothing but another grisha. Nothing special, nothing formidable, nothing divine.

"Tonight. Our place. Same time. What do you say?"

"I don't know, we shouldn't do this... we're risking too much, you are risking too much..."

"You are being really difficult, are you really going to deny yourself a night with this?" he inquired, motioning with his hands to his whole body.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but couldn't find it in you to say no. How could you when he was so handsomely foolish, so irritatingly childish and yet charming, so incorrigibly himself?

"You have yourself a deal, prince." you said tugging at the lapels of his uniform, bringing his face closer to yours. He obviously didn't mind it.

"What did i say about the name? I can also accept 'light of my life' or 'the only reason i wake up in the morning', if you'd like."

"What about 'royal bane of my existence' and 'the blondest nuisance of all Ravka'"? you asked raising your eyebrow in question.

His face drew even nearer to yours, noses touching, "Ah, all good choices, but a little wordy, don't you think?"

"So you're saying that 'the only reason i wake up in the morning' isn't wordy?" you continued, grimacing in amusement.

"I think it sounds just right. You should use it more often, it sounds even better coming from your lips." with that he took your chin in his hand to close the gap between you; another passionate kiss stolen under the gazes of the possible passersby.

You begrudgingly pushed away from him, the smile adorning your lips never faltering, and bid him goodbye.

"Don't be late, i couldn't bear a minute longer without you, beloved bane of my existence." he proclaimed.

You snorted and took off, but not before stealing another glance at your lovely prince.

"Nikolai?" nothing.

"Nikolai!" you tried to keep your voice low, making sure not to attract unwanted visitors, but still no response.

"Nik-" you abruptly stopped when you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your middle from behind.

"Did you miss me, lovely?" you felt his head lay down on your shoulder, speaking softly against your neck and sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

"Not as much as i think you missed me." you retorted jokingly.

"Oh, it was hard. The hardest endeavour i ever had to undergo. Hours without you feel like years, be honest with me," he lifted his face from its previous cozy spot to stare at you with wide, panicked eyes, "Do i look older?"

You tried to restrain your laughter as you looked at that lovable idiot; your idiot.

"Alarmingly so, it's almost unbearable to even look at you."

He laughed, a pure good-hearted laugh, one that never failed to make you all giddy inside. Then, he released you, only to take your hand and guide you further into the gardens, the place you usually met together at night, away from prying eyes.

He sat on a bench, signaling for you to do the same, and all of a sudden the initial playfulness was gone, replaced by a stony look that bore tremendous seriousness.

"Hey, what happened?" you immediately asked, your hand meeting his cheek in the hopes of deleting whatever was troubling him.

"Y/n, you know i love you." you only nodded, you weren't used to Nikolai being this grave and it was deeply upsetting you.

He took a deep breath.

"And since i love you, i can't go on like this any longer." he removed the hand that was on his face to grasp it in his own, "Y/n, would you like to do me the favor of going public with me? Putting up with me no matter what anyone could think?"

You quickly slapped him across the face, softly but enough to make him regret his actions.

"What? I thought you wanted this?" he said, feigning hurt.

"Never scare me like that again, you idiot. I thought you were breaking up with me."

He took your hands once more in his, "You didn't look so sad at the idea this morning."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Why the sudden change? What will your father think? And the people?" concern laced in your words.

"Apparently we haven't been as subtle as we thought and apparently people could not care less for who i decide to passionately kiss in not-so-deserted hallways." your face went immediately hot after that, thinking back of all the times you thought you were alone when in fact you were probably being watched by giggling grisha and soldiers.

"And your father?"

"He'll have to deal with it." he said, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up again, bringing you with him.

"Such a rebel, my love." you said, looping your arms around his neck, body flush against his, soaking up the warmth he was providing on that chilly night, "Are you sure, my only reason why i wake up in the morning?"

He chuckled lightly, "More than anything."

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