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Little things are more special to the First Class trio than sharing an order of Neapolitan ice cream.
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Angeal loves it, only having to pay for a single item
Genesis loves it, enjoying stealing scoops from his friends’ respective flavors.
And Sephiroth loves it, for what it represents. How he no longer he has to go to the parlor and order a lonely cup of vanilla. How he no longer has to get something plain, something dull. How he can still get his favorite flavor, but have it be accompanied by the sugary meld of the other two. Two other flavors blending into his own. Making it better. Making it more colorful. Two other flavors, so distinct and lovable, merging into his mundane life… and making it into something special. Joining together as one.
He also likes battling Genesis’s spoon.
#sephiroth#ffvii#crisis core#ff7#randomness#I promised floof lol!#ICE CREAM METAPHOR#this is so stupid lmao#I was just screaming for ice cream y’know- just in the mood#angeal hewley#genesis rhapsodos
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the little things (that add up to you)
kageyama, hinata, suga, daichi, tsukki
kageyama || he keeps extras of your favorite hairties in his bag, just in case you need them; he always pauses to watch when you put up your hair, thinking to himself how such a mundane thing could mean so much, could take up so much space in his mind, your fingers running through your hair, gathering it up, the soft strands slipping loose to frame your face, your favorite hairtie caught between your lip and your teeth like some inconsequential thing, but he knows -- he knows that it's these moments he'll find tucked away in the pages of his own memories when he gets home, when the lights go out, when it's just him and his own thoughts of you.
hinata || he always buys your favorite flavor of taro milk-bread on the way home; he likes it when you take the first bite, loves the way you smile, unbidden, the happiness bubbling up through you as inevitable as the sunrise, the way you lick your lips and look up at him with those sparkles in your eyes, the way you blush when he laughs, reaching out to wipe at the crumbles that always, always get stuck to your cheek, your lips -- he knows that it's moments like these, the ones he gathers like breadcrumbs on the floor of a heart-break forest, leading him towards a place where he can't turn back without knowing that something inside him will shatter (but only if you leave him, and he doesn't think you will), but he doesn't mind, because he knows that it'll be worth it in the end, just to see you smile.
sugawara || he holds your hand in the hallways, even during the summer months when both your palms are sticky with sweat; he's always loved the feeling of your skin against his, loved the way it makes you blush, even to this day, loves how peoples eyes linger on the pair of you as he walks you to your next class, or to the lunch line, or out to where the gymnasium is, where you'd swing your hands between your bodies and pull him back for a kiss, ask him for one more minute, maybe two, the pair of you lingering like infatuated teens after their first date, unwilling to part at their parents' doors -- he knows that it's moments like these, the ones he cups in the palms of his hands like glass-blown marbles, these are the ones that will matter the most when one day the pair of you look back, holding hands in some distant future, because he knows that he'll never grow tired of the feeling of his hands in yours.
daichi || he lends you his jacket, his mittens, his umbrella, his scarf, even if that means he'll be a little chilly on the way home sometimes; because he's always prepared and you're -- well -- you're working on it, and he can't deny that he likes seeing you in his clothes, the size-difference strangely satisfying, the sight of it scratching some itch inside him he's never realized he had, and then when you return it -- whatever it happens to be -- he knows that it'll smell like you, and he can't lie, he really likes that too -- and he knows it's moments like these, the ones he tucks away in the lining of his jacket, in the stitching of his scarves, that he'll reach for the most, the ones that'll keep him warm on a cold winter's day when he doesn't have you by his side.
tsukki || he has a playlist of songs that you've mentioned you liked, just for himself; because he knows better than anyone else that the music a person likes reveals all their deepest secrets, and finds himself wanting to know all of yours, so he listens to each song, memorizes the lyrics, taps his fingers against the beat and wonders if you did the same the first time you listened, wonders if one day, he were to put a pair of headphones over your ears with a playlist full of all his favorite songs, if your eyes would light up, if your cheeks would flush, if your lips would split into a knowing smile and if you'd already know all the words to sing along -- because he knows that it's moments like these, the private ones he keeps like secret soundtracks, that might one day give him away to you, where you might one day realize that from the moment you met, all his favorite love songs started being about you.
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu fanfic#haikyuu drabbles#tsukishima kei#tsukishima kei x you#sugawara koushi#kageyama tobio#hinata shouyou#haiCUTIES#sawamura daichi#floofy floof floof#my karasuno biases are showing so damn hard yall; im sry i kno i should give the other schools some love LOL#i promise i'll write for non-karasuno peeps soon I PROMISE#but little things by 1d started randomly playing my head and i knew i hAD to write a thing u__u
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Manda the night I brought her home (July 2018) vs Manda like a week ago... I just want you all to see how much she has floofed out because it gives me so much joy XD
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Hi! I have an Angel Dust x Reader request: The reader has decided to start practicing some sexy dancing for fun, and when they tell Angel about their new hobby, he’s really excited and supportive, and even offers to teach them some new moves, so they end up practicing together.
Cute! I tried pole dancing but it didn't work out lol.
Pairing: Angel Dust x Reader
Tags: fluff, suggestive. flirting, pole dancing, grinding (just a bit), lots of innuendos, kisses, height difference, the chest floof isn't boobs
A/N: Angel Dust would be a good pole instructor, as long as flirting is okay.
Angel Dust has a pole in his room, dancing was one of the ways he let his stress out and had fun. It did look fun when he danced, he looked like he had fun and you wanted to try it too. Not in front of him yet, you weren't good enough yet so you kept it a secret. You learned from watching his videos.
You learning was supposed to be a surprise for him.
Supposed to be. "If ya wanted to pole dance for me you could have asked." Angel Dust called from the doorway, casually leaning against it, all his hands crossed in front of him. He laughed when he saw you lose your grip from his sudden appearance and fall flat on your ass. "Careful baby, that's a good as ya got there."
"You're an ass. How long have you been watching me?" As you stood up you rubbed your hands together to get rid of the sweat.
"Not long. Just wanted ta enjoy the show. Your timing ain't half bad but ya could use some pointers from a pro." As he walked towards you he took his jacket and gloves off, winking at you as he pulled the last one off with his teeth. "Can ya turn around for me babe, I want ya to see what I'm doing with my hands." Angel gripped the pole above you right as you turned around, his chest floof pressing against your head. "Your grip is too hard. Ya need to let your hands slide across the length, move them up and down and around as ya dance around the pole."
You gulped as you saw his hands loosen and tighten, his fingers flexing until they reached yours, moving your hands as he did his.
"Loosen your grip babe. You're gripping it to hard." His voice oozed with desire. "That's better." Two of his hands moved to your hips and pushed them towards the pole, "Don't forget to roll your hips with the music, ya need to make sure to throw it back right at the beat. Forward and then back. Like this." You gasped when you felt his hips push against yours. He knew full well what he was doing here, the effect he had on you, what his wording did to you. "That's some deep breathing. Ya okay baby?"
You looked up at him with narrow eyes and instead of the pole you moved your hands up to his neck and just like he said rolled your hips along with the music.
"Using me as the pole now eh? Clever." Both your hips moved with the music in the background, Angel's smirk making your body feel hotter then the fact that his body was so closely pressed against yours. "If this keeps going it won't be pole dancing we'll end up doing."
"Whose fault is that?" You sighed against him and melted into his arms. "You're the one who distracted me."
"Sorry babe. I was excited ya picked up one of my hobbies, got a bit carried away there. Sit down will ya, I'll give you a demonstration. No tricks this time, I promise. Unless you want me to." Instead of flirting with him, this time you truly payed attention to what he was doing, how he danced, how his body and hands moved against the pole. "Your turn babe, show me what ya learned."
#hazbin hotel x reader#angel dust x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#angel dust imagine#hazbin hotel headcanon#hazbin headcanons#angel dust headcanons#hazbin hotel fluff#angel dust fluff#hazbin hotel#x reader
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Heartsteel Sett Boyfriend HCs
~Sett is love, Sett is LIFE. Don't get me wrong, I am barking and on all fours for all of these men but Sett holds a special place in my little heart~
P.S. Asks are open! I am open to requests!
P.S.S. I am also open to other League characters, Arcane AU, etc. Just hmu :3
TW: Floof. So much floof. Pet names. You get the picture right? As always, enter at your own risk!
Sett is a l o v e r. PDA overload. Hugs? Always, without question, is up for that. Kisses? You bet your ass he will. Any second, no matter where you are, you could lean in for one and he will squeeze you up against him, and kiss you like his life depends on it. If anyone appears to be giving you some extra attention that he doesn't like, all this big guy has to do is walk up next to you (as if he isn't there already lol) and usually the person doing the thing is smart enough to know better than to continue. "Hey baby, come here. What, can't I kiss you? Let me kiss you. That's my good b/g."
Sett is second only to Ezreal in his joking capabilities. This man can JOKE, and although he is trying to joke with and or at you, he unfortunately tends to make a fool of himself because he is a massive dork. If you pull jokes on him, he doesn't really get upset or offended, but he will pretend to be. His goofy demeanor means he will put a hand to his chest acting all flabbergasted, then tackle you into a hug or onto the bed while calling you a dork. "Haha! You're so funny, but you know I've got skin of steel baby. Oh, you meant it? Yeah right! Comere!"
Sett is an absolute SUCKER for attention. He will eat it up, and if you aren't paying attention to him? You might as well be. He will pester you, throw you over his shoulder, basically DEMAND your attention. Since this is just how he is, you never have to be desperate for his attention either. If for some reason you do feel neglected, he will feel very bad about it. He will make it up to you no matter what that means. "I'm sorry I've been at the gym so much this week, band stuff has just been stressing me out. Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you go with me?!"
Kisses, hugs, and everything fun= SETT. He is a fiend. He is insatiable. He will grab you up and kiss you, no matter where you are. His kisses can be goofy, fun, or downright sensual. Sometimes, when Sett is feeling serious for once, he will take his time with you. Touching you sweetly- he is so strong sometimes he is scared he will hurt you by accident. But man, it's all worth it as soon as his lips touch yours. Sett grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against him. You have to tilt your head to see him, and as he gazes back down at you he tilts his head and studies your face. "You're everything, baby. Everything." He leans down, kissing you gently, before releasing your lips and hugging you even closer.
Sett doesn't like arguing. He gets so pent up sometimes, you fear for the guy he goes up against at his boxing matches. Most of the time, when it's petty little arguments, he will figure out some way to get your mind off of it. Every once in awhile when you actually feel upset about the situation, Sett will take his time to sit down and talk it out with you. He will grab your hands, nod while you explain your side, and carefully display his own. By the end of it, the two of you are usually kissing... and by the end of that- well... "I get where you're coming from, baby. I just think we could have approached the situation differently, is all. Promise you're not mad at me? Thank the Gods. Come on, I wanna make it up to you in the bedroom hehe," He says, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you toward your room.
Sett will be very sad when you leave, or when he has to leave. He is like a little puppy dog who cries when you go (although he doesn't actually cry). He will pout, however, and his irresistible face almost makes you quit everything and stay home just to appease him. When he leaves, he will ask you a thousand questions trying to egg on a reason to stay, but you know he has to get to band practice so that Yone doesn't come pounding down your door, so you usually just give him a reason to be excited to come home later. "I miss you already, baby! Please don't make me go. Nah, look Yone loves me! He won't be that mad... Comeonnnn. Fine, but later we are getting dinner, and you are going to be desert."
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i wanna hold your hand
steve rogers x gender neutral reader
words: 590
warnings: none, just floof
a/n: for @brandycranby ❀ i'm... second guessing every bit of this but lol i hope you like it???? xo
If there's one mundane life task that Steve hates, it's grocery shopping. He has other things to worry about, bigger and way more important, than to find the time and patience to grocery shop.
With the beauty of the internet, there are so many ways to have them delivered nowadays! It's wonderfully convenient for someone else to gather everything on your list and drive it over to your home.
And yet, you insist on doing the shopping yourself. On top of that, you don't like going alone, so Steve ends up shuffling through Whole Foods with a frown more times than he'd prefer.
He'd been home for all of two hours today from a three week mission when you remembered you hadn't gone to the store yet, putting your special reunion alone time on hold. He didn't cry about it, but it was a near thing.
Steve sighs heavily beside you where you're weighing the options of granola for your almond milk yogurt. He missed you something fierce while he was away and he was more impatient to be back home than he'd ever been in his life. He just wants to have you to himself for a few days, no outside interruptions of any kind. You've hardly given him any attention since you stepped into the store, which is really, honestly, truly, the worst thing in the world right now.
In an attempt to appease himself, he reaches for your hand, hoping that the tiny bit of skin to skin contact will suffice for the time being. Just as his fingers twine with yours, however, you untangle them and reach for one of the small brown paper bags on hand and begin to fill it with granola. He frowns harder, clenching his hand into a fist, but telling himself he’ll just wait until you're finished to take hold of your hand again.
Even after you've sealed the bag shut and placed it in the cart, though, you’re walking away and heading towards the next aisle, leaving Steve staring after you in disbelief. He huffs, taking quick, long strides to catch up to you and takes one of your hands off the cart handle. The gesture startles you as you turn to him, eyes a bit wide in question as he makes a show of lacing his fingers through yours and holding on with a tighter than normal grip.
“Hold my fucking hand,” he grumbles.
You blink, gaze dropping to your hands and back to Steve’s eyes, and then your eyebrows raise.
“Are you pouting right now?”
Immediately, Steve forcefully relaxes his mouth, his frown smoothing out.
“No,” he insists, though he knows it's too late.
“Baby,” you start, lips curling in the corners, exasperated. You squeeze his hand reassuringly and lift your other hand up to cup his cheek. “I missed you too, so much, and I’m sorry that we had to come here because I forgot to go yesterday. I promise we won't be much longer and then we can go home. Okay?”
Before he can stop himself, he feels his lips purse into a pout again. It makes you giggle and even though Steve is grumpy the sound still sends warmth throughout his chest.
“Fine,” he replies petulantly. He pauses, then asks, “We can't forget ice cream.”
You scrunch your nose as you grin. “Of course not.”
Tilting his face down, you press a sweet kiss to his lips and just like that, his shoulders lose some of their tension and he can breathe a little easier.
#avengers fic#marvel fic#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers fic#steve rogers#steve rogers prompt#steve rogers drabble
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im too strong to go anonymous. as we know, im built different
i think you should give yourself more credit is what i think. i think your personal self worth doesnt reflect your true heart and character. i think every single interaction we've ever had, youve been nothing but kind, warm, and assuring; and i hope you understand what that means and how special you treat others. it takes someone with a good heart to do that
"im curious if people even think much about me", i can promise you people think a lot. thats just kinda the nature of the internet, you know? a lotta things left unsaid, but a LOT more is contemplated lol.
youre doing good, floof. youre doin good. i could really draw this out, but i feel like ive made my point. youre a special person, and thank you for being you
(( ahhhh man, thank you for the kind words ;;w;; Honestly I have a long way to go to feel like Im really worth anything to myself. Anxiety struggles hhhh
You’re a really kind person yourself, man. Idk where you get all this positive energy from (tellmeyoursecrets//shot) but it’s sweet to see you encouraging the rest of the community. I hope you take care of yourself too and dont wear yourself out ;v;/ ))
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Hiiiiii it's me frog_frog aka Froggy aka that person who used to leave unreasonably long comments on your beauyasha fics !! And I was like 'i pinky prommy I'll finish fulfilling my chosen duty as a commenter and write all the comments I plan to' and then I dropped off the face of the earth for 2 years. Whoopsie.
Yeah so I was going to brainwash college where the teachers are bad at their jobs but also like morally evil and it sucked the life out of me for 2 years and now!! I've decided I'm not going back!! Yayyy ... Life is an adventure <3 peace and love on planet earth. Or something. (I am holding onto a positive mindset for the future with bloody and broken nails)
So good news is I can indulge in a bit of fanfic :) And as I try to slowly crawl my way out of burnout I definitely want to reread your cr fics and leave unreasonably long comments on them on the chapters I missed. Going back to my roots/who I am as a person.....and who I am as a person is someone who is really, really, autistic about yasha nydoorin.
I do have adhd brain worms so there is the possibility I will hardcore forget I even thought about this until like another year from now. So...heads up just in case ┐( ∵ )┌
Looks like your most recent interest is jjk? I've been watching it with my partner recently so I'll be less lost than with the House content lol. Anyways I basically wanted to say hi and that I'm still alive and that I still really love your writing, I just happened to spend two years trapped within a forcefield of malevolence . Better now 👍 I'm back to hanging out with my cat ✌️
Oh gosh, it sounds like you have been thru it. I'm sorry. Truly, there are a lot of awful predatory education institutions out there, and I hope your mental recovery goes well. I'm really glad that it sounds like you're in a better place now, even if you're clinging on with broken nails. Luckily, nails grow back. x Here's hoping your healing is swift, now you've broken free of that Forcefield of Malevolence (also.... new DnD trap name, right there) and can once again gently smush your face into your cat's floof.
Absolutely no pressure to comment on stuff - if you feel the desire to, then be my guest, and I shall treasure each and every comment! But don't feel beholden to do it, or stressed out about it, or anything. It's honestly just lovely to know that you're still out there, and even if the past two years are rough, that you've escaped a nasty mental situation. Give your cat a kissie for me!
And just a big handshake on the adhd brainworms lmaooo. My brainworms are currently wiggling into several characters at once, so I have no clue what my next fic will be..... Might be more doctors... might be jjk..... might be Transformers.... might go completely awol and write an Inuyasha fic for a mate of mine??? Maybe????? Though no promises on that one, either... We'll find out when we get there!
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Mr. Floof
Spencer Reid x BAU Fem! Reader (she/her)
Summary: What could happen when two best friends have to share a bed while pining for each other? They spill the most wholesome of secrets, of course🧸
Fluff/One Bed Trope
cw: none- all fluffy goodness
An- this was been a WIP for so long. I love how it turned out. It's currently 1am when typing it out bc I got very inspired lol. Enjoy my loves
Not edited at all
Spencer's POV
After an extremely long day hunting down a killer in the smack-dab middle of nowhere in Oklahoma, the team was exhausted. The bau team had been working nonstop since getting the call at 4am about the case. With it now nearing midnight, Spencer and whole gang was ready to sleep.
Hotch's groggy voice was what woke Spencer out of his exhausted state. "unfortunately, due to the fear this unsub is causing and with how small the town is, we're going to have to buddy up."
Spencer and Y/n were always room buddies during this situation. They were best friend, inseparable, basically joined at hip. Spencer knew all of her secrets and Y/n knew all of his.
Except, of course, neither of them knew that they were both pining after each other. Spencer also didnt know that Y/n still slept with a teddy bear.
"hey Spence, do you mind if I take a shower and get ready for bed first? I'm really tired and will not get up once I sit down."
Spencer would never tell her no. "Yeah, thats fine. I'll just read until you're done."
Just as he went to go sit on his bed Spencer noticed something. There was only one, queen size mattress. "hey y/n, I know you probably do not mind but, uh, there is only one bed."
As Spencer turned around to look at her he definitely did not expect to see a wide eyed y/n. "y-yeah that's fine. sorry, I'm just really tired. I'm gonna take a quick shower." And with that she turned into the bathroom leaving Reid to overthink.
---time skip--
Spencer was sure that Y/n was uncomfortable sharing a bed with him. It was well bast 2am and she was tossing and turning, wide awake. He didn't know how to help her.
"Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help you sleep?" He asked with a rasp in his voice. He didnt want to bother her but he also dearly needed some rest.
"I'm sorry. N-no, I'm okay. I just... Don't laugh at me when I tell you this." She responded shyly, as if Spencer didnt know everything about her.
"of course I would never laugh at you."
With a soft sigh, she started to whisper, "alright... This case has been really hard-"
Spencer knew this. He knew that she was frustrated to the point on tears trying to decifer the puzzles and codes the unsub was using.
"- and usually when going to bed I still sleep with my childhood teddy bear."
Spencer couldn't help but break out into a laugh. She really thought that he would make fun of her for something so wholesome and sweet.
"Spencer!!" She whined, "you promised you wouldn't laugh." Y/n couldn't help but chuckle as well.
"I promise, I promise I'm not laughing at you. I just think its sweet that you were so worried of a teddy bear... Do you have it? Because I would love to meet it." Spencer responded sweetly. He knew how much something so simple could bring so much joy.
"Of course I have Mr. Floof!! What kind of question is that?!" Quickly, Y/n got out of the bed and brought over the bear of the night.
After a while of having fun messing with Mr. Floof, Spencer and Y/n became extremely tired. Y/n was already fast asleep when Spence started to doze off. It wasn't until he was on the brink of dream land when he felt his best friend lay their head on his chest and curl up into his side. Squished in between them was Mr. Floof.
The last thing Spencer heard before succumbing into his dreams was the faintest little "I love you, Spence."
It is safe to say that Spencer Reid fell asleep that night with a grin on his face, and all because of a well loved teddy bear
#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fluff#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x y/n#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid x fem!reader#one bed trope
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Tetsurou Kuroo || Kiss Kiss, Fall in Love 🍃
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT
|| 18+ ONLY ||
|| ao3 version | series m.list | hq tag | main blog ||
If ever two were one, then surely we.
–To My Dear and Loving Husband || A. Bradstreet
🍃 A love story as told through kisses…
↠ Requested By: Nobody, I just had an ~i d e a~, Mr. Krabs
↠ Reader Gender: Neutral
↠ Content Type: SFW quip-y floof with a dash of angst for flavor lol ((but my blog’s 18+; if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3))
↠ Chronology: Pre and post time skip.
↠ CWs/TWs: As I’ve said before, Tetsuro Kuroo is his own warning tbh lmao. But he cute so we’ll let it slide. Aside from that, that dash of angst that I mentioned before comes in the form of allusions to pre-time skip Kuroo’s rocky home life. I don’t go super into detail, but it does get touched on in the second and third sections; there’ll be a more in depth note before said sections. Also the general stresses that come with being a third year are touched on in the second section.
↠ Betas? Nah, we good. ((we are indeed, not ‘good’, but I’m too lazy/weird to actually work with a beta lol))
↠ Total WC: 6k~
Inspired in part by my girl Zaira (@screamin-abt-haikyuu)’s post and my corresponding review. It’s a v. cute, fun read (tho it does start off with some angst, but it gets cleared up in short order, promise!!)—I highly recommend both her and her work, tho y’all probably know that already lol. It was definitely the kick I needed to get this installment started…
So once again I may have gotten a bit carried away with the First Kiss section—and by ‘may have’ I mean I definitely did, but it’s not my fault! With this being my first time writing for our dear chemistry rooster I’m still gathering my thoughts/HCs about him and how a relationship with him would function so things are naturally a bit more wordy. Plus I’ve found that I really like writing banter with him because you just know he’d match you word for witty, quip-y word and I love that type of energy.
But anyways!
Actually there isn’t really an ‘anyways’ this time around, so uhh, have at it ig lol…
First Kiss 🍃
Partners, in Crime and Otherwise || WC: 3.2k~
CW/TW for one very brief mention of Reader’s questionable sleeping/eating habits—as in they forget to eat, esp. when stressed, and sleep in regular intervals in v. much a foreign concept to them ((me, projecting? it’s about as likely as you think lol)).
“Hey, ____, can I uh, can I talk to you for a minute, babe?”
Ignoring the butterflies that immediately set themselves to fluttering in your tummy at the casual use of the petname, you give Kuroo a smile and a nod before excusing yourself from the group. Several of your friends give you knowing, overly amused looks that you also chose to ignore, opting instead to take the hand that’s offered to you.
As Tetsurou leads you away to somewhere more private, you focus on keeping your steps measured as the last thing you want is to trip over your own feet in front of your overly teasing best friend turned crush. You just know that he’d end up making a quip—“Can’t stop yourself for falling for me, eh?” or something else equally cheesy—that’ll send your heart and mind both into overdrive even as the former shatters just that little bit more.
You wish he meant all of the sweet little things he says to you, that his flirtation could be something more than banter, but you know that’s not in the cards for you. You’ve never been one for the whole ‘friendzone’ thing, as people are not vending machines that you put friendship coins into until a romantic relationship falls out, but at the same time you cannot help but to feel like a citizen all the same. And that’s just fine! Really. It’s not as if Kuroo owes you anything, least of all his affections, but…
Well that doesn’t stop you from craving them.
And honestly how can you not, when he’s so damn amazing?
For all his teasing he’s so very kind, looking out for the whole of his team and all of his friends with a level of attention that would leave so many others burnt out. But for Kuroo it isn’t a burdensome task, or at least not one that’s too great for his broad shoulders to bear; it’s just a part of the way he’s built. And when it comes to you specifically he’s always so gentle, even when he’s getting after you in one way or another. He knows you better than you know yourself some days, and he’s always there to fill in the spaces where you’re lacking. He’s sensitive to your every mood and very much in tune with you as a whole, so much so that it almost gives you hope–
But no.
There’s no point in chasing a sun that has already set.
If Kuroo wanted to be with you he would’ve made a move by now, surely. In all the time you’ve known him he’s never once shown any real interest in you in that way, not even when various classmates had come to confess to you—in fact he encouraged you to say yes on several occasions! That is decidedly not the behavior of a guy who’s harboring feelings for you. But despite all this you still want to believe that there’s something more there so badly, and Kuroo with all of his (somewhat questionable) charms doesn’t help matters.
The sweet little names he’s always calling you are the worst perpetrators and perpetrators of your foolish hopes. Babe, baby, honey, sweetheart, my little quark (that one’s admittedly a lot-a-bit nerdy, but it leaves your cheeks burning just the same, and is honestly among your favorites)—the list goes on and on and on. You know you should tell him to lay off, but there’s a part of you (that greedy, selfish, mildly masochistic part that’s all too willing to latch on to even the smallest scraps of affection) that cannot do without it. And so you allow him to unwittingly cut into your chest with every word, to peel back the layers of skin and muscle and bone with each new display of care to toy with your heart.
But it won’t do you any good to focus on any of that, ever, really, but especially right now when he’s clearly got something important to tell you.
When you finally stop walking you find that you’re on the very edges of the school’s grounds. The pair of you often come up here when you want to get away from the rest of your friends and just breathe a bit. Lately it’s become a weekly occurrence, with every Wednesday seeing you both making your way to this towering tree to share lunch.
“The third year slump is real,” he had told you with a tired laugh from where he rested his head in your lap, his feline eyes reduced to mere slits thanks to the way your fingers moved against his scalp. “Honestly, I don’t think I’d be able to make it through the week, never mind the whole of the school year if I didn’t get to recharge with you like this, so… Let’s make it a thing, yeah?”
And of course your silly, lovesick self was quick to agree.
That had been nearly two months ago now, but the memory plays with stunning clarity in your mind’s eye. In the now, Tetsurou gives your hand a little tug as he urges you to sit beside him. Gentleman that he is, he’s already spread out his jacket to give you a cleaner option for seating—“But of course my lap is always open to you, cutie.”
Your response comes in the form of an eye roll as you gracelessly flop down next to him. “So you wanted to talk, nerd?”
“You’d better be glad I know love you me or else that shit would hurt.”
You can feel your face heat a bit at his words, and you find yourself willing him to go on with a groan of his name.
“My little tsun-tsun,” he laughs as he pokes at one of your cheeks, though the sound is a bit strained. “That’s um, actually why I wanted to talk to you though.
“Okay, so,” he starts after a deep breath. “I… Man, this is harder than I thought– Heh, um. You, erm, you like me, right?”
You blink dumbly at that. “What? Of course I do, we’re best friends–”
“We’re more than that, ____, and you know it.”
“…I do?”
“Well I would hope so—we’ve been dating for almost two months now… Haven’t we?”
His voice loses a bit of its annoyance and all of its surety as he takes in the thorough confusion and extreme shock that are both fighting for dominance in your expression. He stares at you for a long moment and for the first time you find yourself able to hold the hazel of his gaze without any problems, too stunned to drop your eyes as you normally would. Kuroo’s own eyes twitch, followed soon after by the pouting of his mouth and a crinkle of his nose (It’s so cute, why is he so cute??), before the whole of his handsome face contorts itself into a grimace as he allows his head to fall back against the tree’s trunk with a heavy sigh.
“Shit. I cannot believe Kenma was right.”
“…About?”
“This, us—you not knowing…”
“That we’re supposedly dating.”
“Yup.”
He lolls his head towards you then with an unreadable expression. Those sharp, all-seeing eyes rake over your face, clearly searching for something, before he turns back towards the horizon. You try to will him to look at you again with your own probing stare, but he refuses the bait and now it’s your turn to sigh out your frustrations.
“I, uh, yeaaah… Gotta be real with you, Tetsu, I’m pretty much lost here,” you tell him. “When did this even happen? We’ve never been on a date as far as I know—hell, you haven’t even asked me out–”
Apparently that’s enough to finally get him to look at you again.
His indignant sputtering of “I– Wha? Yes I did!” leaves you rolling your eyes as you give back an equally impassioned “When?!”
“Damn near two months ago to the day!” He sits up straight now, leaning towards you in his excitement and damn near looming over you as a result. Were he anyone but who he is to you you’d probably be intimidated by the action, but as it stands you just cock a brow at him as you wait for him to explain himself.
“Remember when we had that really special lunch, and-and I confessed—or at least I thought I did—and you agreed! Did you really not know? Was I not clear enough?”
You try to remember the day in question only to find that it’s the very one you’d been thinking about just minutes before. You quickly run through the whole of your interactions—a thing that’s far too easy to do given how your brain apparently sees fit to catalog and preserve damn near every second that you spend with this boy—in an attempt to figure out when exactly he confessed, though nothing there screams ‘I like you, please be mine’.
In fact the only thing that really stands out is–
Wait.
“Keep being my partner in crime?”
“Yeah, Tetsu, of course—always.”
“That was you confessing?”
“Well, yeah…”
His voice has gone sheepish in a way that you’re not used to hearing from him—in fact the whole of his countenance is shot through with nerves, and were you not so caught up in your own incredulity you would’ve thoroughly enjoyed not being the one on their back foot for once. But as it stands you just drop your head down into your palms with a groaned out laugh.
“So all those study dates–?”
“Actual dates, yeah. I wanted to take you out to do something a bit more romantic, but with midterms coming up and things with our clubs piling on—well, I couldn’t let our grades suffer, yanno?”
You nod a bit at that. Putting grades before fun is very much a Tetsurou Kuroo thing. “And Wednesdays–”
“Our standing lunch dates.”
“Guess this also explains why you’ve gotten even more annoying about my sleep schedule and eating habits.”
“Well I gotta make sure my baby stays healthy! You’re always forgetting to eat, and it only gets worse when you’re stressed,” he reminds you. “And honestly even if we weren’t a thing, your hydration levels and sleeping habits are still atrocious.”
Well, he’s got you there.
“And the flirting?”
“That’s always been real, from the very start,” he admits. “I’ve kinda had a thing for you from day one.”
His words are equal parts validating and exciting, and the heady mixture leaves you spinning, just a bit, as you mutter out a quiet, “I, um, same.”
His lips pull off into that smirk that you love to hate as he teasingly nudges your arm. “Figured as much. I mean, it’s not like you’re out here making bentos and fetching forgotten water bottles and cheering yourself into laryngitis for just anybody.”
Way to make me sound like a Stage 3 Simp. (Not that you’re not, mind, but still.) Aloud, “That was one time, and it wasn’t my fault—that match was intense!” you grumble with a laugh. “But no, no I’m not. Just like you’re not out here taking extra notes and incessantly flirting and making dates that aren’t dates with just anybody.”
“No,” he parrots with a grin, “no I am not.”
The pair of you fall silent for a beat before the ridiculousness of the situation hits you in full. You cling to one another helplessly as you laugh—long, loud, and hard—before settling into your shared embrace. It should feel a bit odd, you think, being cuddled up with him like this. Despite how close the pair of you are, Tetsurou’s always been very respectful about the way he touches you. Was what you had assumed to be his way of keeping things platonic actually his not wanting to potentially give away his secret before he was ready to?
Yeah, probably, you silently decide when he presses you in more closely to his side with a contented sigh.
“I kinda feel like I should apologize,” you tell him once you’ve settle more fully into his embrace.
He stirs a bit at that, golden eyes finding yours as he lets out a confused hum. “Why?”
“Because I must’ve seemed like the world’s worst partner,” you reply, laughing a bit.
“Ah. Yeah, well…” He shrugs before leaning his head against yours. “I honestly thought that you were maybe regretting saying yes. You didn’t really act any differently—not that I was expecting a huge change considering how close we already are, but… I dunno, you just didn’t seem interested in getting to know me on that level. And you never initiated anything, uh, physical. Not that I was expecting anything like, yanno, that!” he quickly amends. “It’s just, I thought you’d at least want to hold my hand or something, but… It had me wondering if maybe I just didn’t do it for you, you know… looks-wise.”
You have to choke out a laugh at that. Tetsurou Kuroo is unfairly handsome and he damn well knows it, has even used it to his advantage on occasion—the time that he charmed a free scone out of that barista when he was too broke to actually buy himself one comes to mind, and that’s saying nothing of the fact that he’s never paid a late fee at the library, despite the fact that he never turns his books in on time—so to see him doubt this is absolutely unreal, and not in a good way. Not liking the feelings fueling the unsure quality of his voice, or the way it all makes your heart seize, you steel yourself to say something you know you probably—no, definitely—will get teased for later (and by ‘later’ you mean less than a minute after you say it).
“I’m only gonna say this once if for no other reason than I don’t need your ego getting any bigger than it already is, but… You are very much so my type, looks and all, so yeah. That’s uh, that’s out there now, so no doubts, okay?”
The same intense flush that you can feel heating the whole of your face spreads across the planes of his own to stain his cheeks with rosedust as you speak, but this sweet display doesn’t last for long, unsurprisingly. The shy smile that he’d been giving you at first slowly sharpens until it’s a full on shit-eating grin.
“‘Very much so your type’, huh? Prove it then.”
Oh no.
You know that tone. He’s about to say something that’s gonna leave you wanting to dome him while somehow simultaneously dissolving into the ether.
You don’t want to ask, probably shouldn’t for the sake of your sanity, but—“…How?”
“Kiss me.”
Yup, there it is.
His expression’s so fucking smug that you don’t want to give in on principle, but goddamn if he doesn’t wear the look well…
As you continue to weigh the pros against the cons of conceding, Tetsurou’s confidence begins to falter again, with his smirk drooping as he rubs nervously at the back of his neck. “Hey, look, if you don’t want to, that’s cool! I was mostly joking anyways, like at least ninety-seven percent jo–”
You cut off the rest of the sentence with a press of your lips to his cheek. “No doubts, remember?” you gently chide as you urge him to turn his head towards you fully.
“No doubts,” he repeats, nodding a bit dumbly as if he hadn’t actually expected you to act. He smiles then, soft and sweet, as he leans in closer. His nose brushes alongside yours once, twice, and then he’s finally kissing you properly.
That first press of his lips is a tentative thing, so much so that it would almost seem teasing if it wasn’t so obvious that he was nervous. But nerves soon turn into excitement, desperation, action. You know for a fact that you’re not the first person that Tetsurou’s ever kissed, and it shows in this moment. His hands cradle you expertly, guiding your head and the rest of your body as needed until you’re kissing one another as if you were created for no other purpose.
Once you’re finally forced to part you find that he’s maneuvered you onto his lap and isn’t at all keen on letting you go—not that you really want to move, of course, though the positioning does leave you ducking your head down a bit in embarrassment. And with your boyfriend (of two months now, apparently) being who he is, he cannot help but to pick with you a bit.
“Tetsu, baby, stoooop,” you half laugh, half groan somewhere in the middle of one of his quips.
His grin is sharp and directly at odds with the way his eyes soften into something gooey and sweet as he looks you over. “Oh, so I’m your ‘baby’ now, huh?”
“Tetsurou…”
“What? I’m not mad at it at all, it’s just… nice. I, uhh, like it, yanno? Makes all of this feel real, like you’re just as into me as I am you.”
“Tetsu, I–”
“No, it’s fine,” he tells you with a shake of his head. “Well it’s not fine fine, but it’s fine.”
“I’m so glad you cleared that up,” you reply with a snort of laughter. “But seriously though—I am sorry. Had I known we were actually dating things would’ve been different, I would’ve been different.”
“Well you’re definitely good enough to me on the platonic side of things that I wasn’t completely left wanting, but I guess relationships make me greedy. I wanted all of that and this. To be honest, I…” He pauses then, uncharacteristically shy as his fingers trail down the lengths of your arms to tangle with your own before continuing on. “I want everything with you, ____.”
The admission leaves your cheeks burning, but you don’t dare look away—not now, not when he’s being so vulnerable with you and impossibly sweet. Your quiet reply of “Same” leaves you both smiling, albeit in two totally different ways.
His replying grin is heart stopping, truly, striking that balance between cute and cocky as effortlessly as ever. You cannot help but to be drawn in by it, your lips grazing over his as you say something about making up for lost time.
“Mmm, yeah, definitely, buuuut–! Looks like classes are about to start up again.”
You chance a glance over your shoulder where your fellow students are indeed preparing to head back inside and the sight leaves you sighing. “We could just ditch you know–”
“____!”
“Don’t say my name like that,” you laugh, “you sound like some old, pearl-clutching auntie!”
“Rude. I do not–”
“Oh you totally do! What happened to being partners in crime, huh?”
Your digging tease leaves him huffing out a laugh. “Conning a barista out of various pastries is one thing, but skipping class is another beast entirely. That shit can really impact your future.”
“And petty crimes won’t?”
“Not if you don’t get caught.”
“The same could be said for ditching.”
“Yeah, but–”
The pair of you continue on this way as you head back towards the main building, hand-in-hand—an old, familiar act made all the more precious by what you now know.
Volleyball Kiss 🍃
No Doubts (Remember) || WC: 1.1k~
One last CW for talk of the strains and pressures of Kuroo’s home life. Again, I don’t go super into detail, but I do make it clear that all of that as well as the general stressors that come with being the team’s captain as well as a third year (fuck those scholarship/college entry essays, amirite?) are getting to him. But luckily for him, he’s got his lovely little partner to help pull him out of his head.
“Can’t sleep?”
The question shocks Tetsurou if for no other reason than he was sure that everyone else had already fallen asleep, desperate to catch up on the rest that nerves had robbed them of the night prior. It may only be a half hour from their school to the stadium, but every bit of energy that they can acquire, no matter how seemingly minuscule, really will count down the line. The chorus of light snores are cut through by the occasional cough or dull th-thunk-ing of the bus rattling over something in the road; an odd lullaby to be sure, but one that three years’ worth of away games have taught him to appreciate.
Under normal circumstance the familiar refrain would’ve seen him drifting off along with everyone else, but his mind refuses to turn off this morning. His thoughts have been rapidly oscillating between various plays, the breakdown of rival teams’ structures, the welfare of his own teammates, and eventualities that he has no real way of evaluating or controlling. It’s an endless, near vicious loop that he’s yet to find a means of escaping in (relatively) quiet moments such as these, and so he’s resigned himself to suffer until an adequate distraction presents itself.
In truth he’s been mentally running himself ragged for the past week, with his anxieties reaching a resounding crescendo the moment he stepped onto the school grounds just a little while ago. If it were just the tournament he could probably deal, but it’s not just the tournament. It’s the tournament and the half dozen-plus entry essays that are sitting on his hard drive in various states of completion and the school year that he needs to survive with his GPA intact for those things to even have use and his mother who’s already exhibiting symptoms of empty nest syndrome despite the fact that he’s still here and Hitomi visits at least once a week (never mind that neither of them has actually lived with her in over a decade).
Dozens upon dozens of responsibilities and obligations of varying import have finally complied enough to reach critical mass, and the resulting internal meltdown is a thing that he’s been determined to weather alone.
Because Tetsurou Kuroo does not share his burdens, he bears them—resolutely and without complaint.
This is why he’d been all smiles and encouraging words and back slaps and everything else his teammates expected of him when he arrived this morning. He could do no less, be no less, not when they looked to him for stability. He’s sure that Kenma, Yaku, and Kai had seen right through his façade—never mind your knowing frown—but you all had been wise (not to mention kind) enough to keep your observations behind your teeth. After all, it wouldn’t do for the others to find out their seemingly unflappable captain’s just as capable of harboring doubts as the rest of them.
His kohai setter might be the brains, but Kuroo’s role runs deeper in some ways. He’s in the team’s very cells, the nucleus that gives direction, brings structure. To allow his misgivings to visibly manifest themselves would be extremely selfish, in his opinion, especially when he knows the worst of them will fall away once he’s on the court.
And so he sits here in the still and silent of a too early hour on a dreary January morning, nursing his thoughts with eyes pinched shut and mouth set in a hard line. Sleep is not a thing he’ll be entertaining anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be.
“I can hear you thinking,” you say, answering the question of why you too are awake before he’s forced to ask. “I would ask you what is it that’s got you so wound up, but that’d be kinda silly, huh?”
He pushes out a huff of air through his nose at that, as much of a laugh as he can muster at the moment. When you squeeze at the hand that has been firmly in yours since you’d both settled in, he knows that it’s a silent call for him to unburden himself, and yet he hesitates. It’s not that he doesn’t want to confide in you—well, okay, that’s a lie. He’s never been one to share his fears easily, never wanted to risk making himself a nuisance to those closest to him (to risk having yet another person he cares deeply about leave him behind because his needs extended beyond the extent of their capacity to care).
But if knowing you—loving you and being loved in turn—has taught him anything is that when someone truly cares for you they’ll be there, however and wherever you need them, for as long as you need them. So long as he’s brave enough to make the jump he knows you’ll be there to catch him on the way down.
Still, he doesn’t open his eyes, not yet, settling instead for a shrug that he’s sure you feel more than see as he’s careful not to displace you from where you’re leaning heavily into his side. Though the reply is hardly one at all, you’ve long since learned to speak Tetsurou Kuroo fluently.
“Worried?”
“Mm.” (Though it pains me to admit it, yes, yes I am.)
Your thumb follows the length of his own in slow, steady strokes as you tell him, “Don’t be.”
“Hmm…” (Easy for you to say, sweetheart. You’re not the one that’s gotta get out there and preform.)
“You guys have been training hard, yeah? Have done everything you can to prepare?”
“Mhm.” (You know we did, you were there.)
“Then there’s nothing else for it. Trust in your team, trust in your training, trust in yourself. You got this, babe.”
The feeling of your shifting is the thing that finally sees his eyes opening. Overcast skies have turned the whole of the horizon into a uniform sheet of white-grey and he finds himself blinking hard against the muted brightness. When his inner lenses finally decide to play nice and focus you’re smiling that perfect little smile of yours—the one that you save just for him, and grace him with liberally. He mirrors the sentiment, slow and easy, as he allows his forehead to come down to rest against yours.
“Remember—no doubts.”
Those words have been a mainstay in your relationship since you’d uttered them all those months ago, and the callback works as well as it ever does. His smile softens down into something sweet, private—an expression saved solely for you, one that he knows you think is just as perfect as the one you’re giving him—before falling away under a chaste press of lips.
“No doubts,” he echoes, voice decisive and heart steadier than it has been in a long while.
One Hundredth Kiss 🍃
Questionable Decisions that Bear Repeating || WC: 900~
CW for one use of ‘kitten’ as an endearment (Reader receiving). Also more mentions of Kuroo’s jacked up home life. His parents’ divorce (and the resulting emotional fallout) really did a number on him, and while he’s determined to rise above it all he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t still get him inside his head from time to time. Luckily for him he’s got a sweet, loving, and supportive partner that’s more than willing to help ease his thoughts and fears…
“Looks like you got the first problem wrong, and if you used this formula for the subsequent ones—and I’m guessing you did—then that means they’re all wrong too.”
You stare blankly at the essay before you, the words that you’re supposed to be scrutinizing for the sake of your boyfriend’s GPA dropping out of focus until they coalesce into a formless, graphite hued blob. Biting down on the dread that’s attempting to claw its way up from your stomach to settle inside your chest, you blink hard a few times and take one deep, steadying breath before slowly looking down past your knees to the man that sits with your legs in his lap. A too small bed in an equally small room makes the positioning more of a concession than a comfort in the same way that your calling what Tetsurou is doing ‘sitting’ is being extremely generous. In truth your boyfriend is one of the worst manspreaders that you’ve ever met, though in his defense his stature doesn’t really allow for him to not sprawl.
Still, he’s taking up a good chunk of real estate in your dorm, with his long ass legs stretching over the side of the mattress and far beyond, to the point where his feet are nearly under your desk. As for the rest of him—his back’s slouched against the wall at what has to be an uncomfortable angle while the hand that isn’t holding your (apparently very much wrong) calculus homework busies itself with rubbing a soothing pattern against your calf. It would be more effective, you’re sure, if it wasn’t accompanied by a golden gaze shuddered with pity.
“That… cannot be right. I spent so long on those problems, Tetsu!”
“I know, baby.”
“And I triple checked to make sure I was using the right formula because I knew I kept getting them mixed up–”
“I know–”
“I even had you check for me! So how—fucking how—is this even possible?” You pause again as another thought suddenly takes you. “Tetsurou Kuroo. If you’re trolling me right now, on god…”
He holds your stare (glare) for a beat, then two before his mouth starts to twitch with the beginnings of a laugh. When you growl out his name the dam bursts leaving him cackling like a hyena as he doubles over.
You pull your legs up towards yourself as you tell him, “You’re the absolute worst, you know that?” When he only laughs harder you nudge him just as hard with your feet in a bid to push him out of your bed. It doesn’t work, of course, he’s built way too sturdily for that, but the sentiment is there at least. “Ugh, I swear I cannot stand your childish ass! You stay on some bullshit…”
“Oya?”
“Oh no—we are not starting that mess. Get out, I don’t want to look at your stupid face anymore–”
He snorts at that. “Oh so now my face is stupid, huh?”
“Yup,” you’re quick to reply, popping the ‘P’, “and your hair is worse. Ol’ chemistry rooster looking headass. ‘What is a comb?’ headass. All the gel in the world can’t do nothing for all these damn cowlicks headass–”
Your next quip devolves into a squawk followed by peals of laughter as your man quickly pulls you down the length of the bed so that he can cage you in. Retribution comes in the form of a flurry of kisses that are interspersed with the odd nip to your vulnerable neck and collarbones; all the while you’re left to laugh wildly as you try to fend off his attack. It’s only when your giggles turn into something more breathless and wanting that he decides that you’ve been properly chastened. He kisses his way up your neck and over your jaw, stopping just shy of letting his lips brush against your eager mouth.
“If I’m all that, kitten, then why do you love me so much, hmm?”
“Because I make questionable life decisions, obviously.” A coquettish air replaces the snark that would usually color such a retort, with your voice wrapping around the words in a sinuous purr instead.
He hums at that, his lips slurring along your skin until he’s able to breathe his reply directly into your ear. “In that case, wanna make another one—or several—with me right now?”
“Oh hell yes…”
“Well somebody’s eager. No second thoughts, questions, concerns… Doubts…?” Though his tone is equal parts playful and teasing, there’s something buried in the heart of it—of him—that harbors doubts of its own.
It’s that same part that leaves him clenching desperately at you on days when childhood memories try and convince him that love is transient and that vows are made to be broken–
That part that has him begging you to be that one defiance to everything he knows and stay on nights when he thinks you to be soundly asleep–
That part that drives him to do better by you than what he’s been shown, and to be the kind of man that can be trusted to guard your heart.
That level of passion, devotion, love can only ever be met in kind.
This is why you do not hesitate to drop all pretenses–
Why you pull him flush against you—body to body, heart against heart–
Why you pour all of your sincerity into one simple promise, words that have become a well-loved refrain–
“No doubts—not now, not ever.”
–and seal it all with a sweet, lingering kiss.
Forever Kiss 🍃
It’s too Late to Catch Me (Because I’ve Already Fallen for You) || WC: 700~
“Still falling for me, even after all these years, huh?”
Admittedly it’s not his best line, but Tetsurou figures he can be cut some slack given the fact that the person he loves more than anything almost lost their life to their own clumsy feet.
Okay, so he might be being a bit dramatic here—your fall probably would’ve only netted you a bruise at most—but having spent the better part of a year babysitting the well-meaning, but ultimately chaotic disaster humans that made up his old VBC has taught him to expect the worst from even the most minor of instances. But the what if’s are all immaterial in the end, he supposes, since they were not. He was there to catch you (albeit unwittingly, you’d kinda just fell into his chest as he was coming through the door) and your knees are safe and contusion free, so what more could either of you ask for?
Perhaps a lack of cheesy and ill-timed pick-up lines, if your unimpressed stare is anything to go by, but hey—you knew what you were signing up for from jump.
Though your face screws itself up into something thoroughly annoyed, for Tetsurou that has always translated as ridiculously adorable, so by his estimation it really shouldn’t surprise you that your expression does not garner the desired reaction.
His smirk is as unrepentant as ever as he pulls you more firmly against himself to press kiss after overly loud kiss across the breadth of your cheeks, only daring to capture your lips once their pout parts around reluctant burbles of laughter. It only takes a few pecks before you’re both in need of more, but he refuses to be the one to break. Holding on to his resolve when you’re whining so prettily for him—feeble hands curling into the fabric of his shirt and his name falling from your lips in a plea as you look up at him with those doe-like eyes—is a nearly impossible feat, but he manages if only just.
He tells you to use your words, but you decide that actions would serve you both better and honestly he couldn’t agree more. He bends easily under your insistent tugs, yielding control of the kiss readily only to snatch it back the moment you think you’ve gained some ground. When a need for oxygen forces you to part some long seconds later he’s pleased to see you thoroughly flustered and damn near drunk on his affections.
Gods, they’re always so beautiful, but seeing them like this? Breathtaking, truly… Though the thought is an overly sweet one, by the time it makes it out of his mouth, well…
“Gods, you’re so into me—simp.”
You scoff at that. “Says the man who’s still trying to win me over with dry ass pickup lines after damn near a decade of being together.”
“But did it work though?”
When you don’t bother with a reply beyond an exasperated roll of your eyes he counts it as a success. And said success, he decides, deserves a reward in the form of claiming your lips once again.
You don’t resist him despite the cut of your glance, with that soon falling away under the fluttering of lids. Tetsurou eyes follow suit with a soft exhale as he revels in the sweetness of the kiss. There is nothing demanding about the ministration, only the gentle give and take, the beauty that comes with intimate repetition.
When the pair of you part this time it’s with a soft sigh, but you don’t go far. Foreheads brace against one another as breaths are shared and heartbeats sync. The silence that follows is a comfortable one that the man is reluctant to break, and yet he feels compelled to speak just the same, to reassure you of his love just as you’ve done for him so many times throughout the years.
“I know I’m not the most conventional when it comes to showing it, but– I love you, ____. Far more than what you’ll probably ever know, honestly.”
His words leave your eyes syruping with emotion as you match his stare and devotion both. “You drive me crazy more often than not, but I really do love you for it. I love you, Tetsu. Always…”
“I know, baby, I know—and I never doubted it, not even for a second.”
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Linden & Colton - 19
(masterpost)
CW: references to noncon, Col fearing he'll be sexually abused, flashbacks, brief victim blaming, pet whump, dehumanisation
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Linden’s phone buzzed again, and he knew exactly who it’d be before he even looked.
Sure enough, messages from his brother were crowding his phone screen. Vikram texted in small, frantic messages, that Linden found oddly funny.
lol fine knowing you you’ll never suggest a day
are you free tomorrow? I’ll come over for lunch or something
you know you miss me!!
Linden rolled his eyes, but truth be told, he did miss him. A new message appeared before he had the chance to start typing.
fine FINE I just want to see jaffa. you can die idc
That made him huff out a laugh, but he’d never give Vik the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead, he typed back:
Tomorrow is fine, don’t worry about bringing food. What are you doing now? Can you ring me? I have something to tell you before you visit.
Vik replied almost immediately.
yeah gimme 2 secs, who have you killed lol!
He checked around for Colton, but he was nowhere to be seen. Probably still working his way through the little chores and tasks Linden had given him, which meant he was either changing the roll of toilet paper in the bathroom (great for dexterity) or watering the balcony plants (providing plenty of fresh air and sunlight). Either way, he still positioned himself in the corner of the lounge, the furthest from his Pet’s ears.
He answered on the second ring. “Vik?”
“Hey, big man. You alright?”
“Yeah… yeah… I, um, I need to tell you something before you come over.”
“You sound tense, mate. What is it? Everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine it’s just- I have a Pet. Uh. Yeah.”
Vik didn’t miss a beat. “Are you serious? You, a Pet owner? Please.”
“I know, but there was this, this ad, in the paper, the council were talking about this random stray and they said if no one claimed him they were gonna put him down. They would have murdered him, Vik! And I don’t know. I just thought, fuck, no one else is gonna do anything are they. So I rang them up and they gave him to me for free.”
“Wow,” Vik said, a placeholder while he digested all of that. “So, how is he?”
“He’s alright, yeah. Only recently learned that he could speak. He’s still really really jumpy.”
“He’s scared of you, then,” Vik translated.
“Yeah. I don’t know how much of him you’ll see tomorrow. I’ll tell him it’s alright if he just stays in his room.”
“I can’t picture you as a Pet owner, even though you’re not a proper one.”
“Not a proper one as in I’m a good person with a soul?” Linden quipped. Vik snorted.
“Basically. Ew, it’s weird! He does whatever you say! But you’re just- you’re Linden. You’re my stupid baby brother. He should be telling you what to do.”
Linden smiled. Vik always put him at ease. Difficult topics seemed to flow off him like water off a duck. “Yeah, yeah it is kind of weird, I’m still getting used to it. But you see why I wanted to let you know beforehand.”
“Oh, yeah, totally,” he laughed. “Or else I might have thought he was burgling your house and I’d have asked to join in.”
“Oh, shut up. See you for lunch.”
“See you, Pet man!”
Linden felt the weight lift from his shoulders, but not entirely. Now he had to tell Col.
. . .
He had finished over ten minutes ago. Shiny drops of water still lingered on some of the wider leaves, not quite ready to drop into the moist soil below. But the balcony was too warm and sunny to resist, so Col was still kneeling there when he heard Master’s voice behind him.
He flinched hard at the sound, getting up quickly and ungraciously, tripping over his own feet as if he hadn’t just been caught lazing around.
Through the doorway, a perfect rectangle of light caught Master’s face, cutting down through one eye and turning his left cheek a tawny brown. He had his hands clasped behind his back, and leant forward slightly.
“Don’t worry about getting up, you’re fine, love. No, I don’t know if you heard, but I was just speaking to my brother Vikram over the phone. He’s going to visit tomorrow.”
Master was having a guest. Col nodded, but his mind went white. He suddenly felt like he wasn’t in control anymore. He was underwater, and Master’s voice barely faded through from above the surface.
“You can stay in your room, okay? You don’t have to come down and see him, if you don’t want to. There’s no pressure. I just wanted to let you know beforehand.”
The words flowed past his head, and whatever barriers had been pulled down over his mind kept them from making a dent. “Thank you, sir,” his body replied.
“Okay?” Master half-smiled. “Okay. Good stuff, Col. It’s a nice day- stay out on the balcony more, I know you like it there. I’ll see you later, okay?”
He nodded, but it must have been delayed, because he blinked and Master had left the room, as if he had never been there. Had Col dreamt it?
Turning around, the flowers were wet, so he had completed that task. He knew he had been ordered to stay, so he did, trying to keep the creeping dread from flooding him entirely.
But-
The next day-
It all came crashing down. His eyes snapped open and he was in his room, waiting, and then there was the click of the front door and Master was speaking, speaking with another voice- there was a man in the house-
Master only ever had guests when his Pet had been bad, and he was going to be taught a lesson, and that’s why he was told to wait in his room, that’s why he was prepped, maybe it was a small mercy. But he had been in such a state of denial, barely able to process the news, that he hadn’t done anything to make it hurt less.
All he knew was that he was on the floor in the corner, the furthest one from the bed, and his arms were wrapped around him as if that’d do anything to stop the onslaught. He knew they would just force his limbs apart and restrain them like that until they were done, and it didn’t matter whether he cried and begged. Sometimes they even enjoyed it more when he did. Once he had been lifted up by his throat and told to beg for his life, and it made everyone laugh, because look at it, it wants this, it’s begging for it.
The door handle turned and Col could see Master’s face. His eyes scanned the room briefly before they landed on Col, tucked away in the corner of the room. “Col? What is it?”
. . .
Hey, Col. Vik is here, just so you know, but again, no pressure to come downstairs. He knew what he would say, the tone he’d say it in, so he could hopefully make Col feel secure. But it all fell apart when he laid eyes on the Pet, curled up and trembling on the far side of the room.
“Col?” he said. “What is it?”
“You promised,” Col sobbed, utterly betrayed. Linden’s heart broke. “You promised you wouldn’t- wouldn’t- wouldn’t do that…”
“I won’t,” he said, understanding immediately and wanting more than anything to go over to Col and pull him into a hug. But he couldn’t. He knew that.
“You said you wouldn’t let anyone else,” he whispered, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes.
Then- the moment of vulnerability passed. Not that Col looked any less vulnerable. He was still hunched, small and weak, programmed to do whatever it took to make Linden happy. But he caught his tongue, and the mask slipped back on.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You can do- do what you want to me. Of course. I’m not, I don’t mean to question you, Master, I’m sorry, I know my place, I’m good, I promise I’m good.”
“You are, you’re really good.” He put a hand over his heart and kept it there. “I’m not going to come in, Vik isn’t going to come in. Neither of us are going to hurt you. I promised, and I’m sticking to it.”
Col was still sobbing, but it was more uneven breaths than actual tears. He couldn’t have spoken even if he wanted to with the way his lungs were pulling the rug from underneath him.
“For now, I think you might feel safer if I just left you alone, so I’ll go back downstairs, okay? And I won’t disturb you again. You just make sure you feel better, that’s all that matters. Don’t worry, Col. You’re safe.”
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Vikram didn’t say anything as Linden returned, but he did raise his eyebrows. Linden just nodded, keeping quiet until he was sat back down and, hopefully, out of earshot.
“Poor thing,” said Linden. “He thinks, well- he just sees everything as a threat. I don’t know if he’s ever had a positive experience with another person before. At least not in his memory. Did you…”
He trailed off and Vik simply nodded. All humour was gone from his face; he knew when to leave it out, and when it would help. “Yeah, I heard a bit of it. Heard him crying.”
“I don’t want you to take it personally-“ Linden started, but Vik had already swatted at him.
“Oh, stop it. As if I would. But I am- I am happy I’m here, even though I’m sorry it’s scared him. You need someone too, Linden. Like, shit, this is a full time job.”
“You sound weird, being nice to me” he smiled weakly. Vik grinned back at him, in complete earnest.
“Well then, we can talk about something else, if you want. Something I can confidently mock you for. Where’s Jaffa, too?” he twisted around in his chair, searching for her. His floofed-up hair, hairsprayed to excess, bobbed around on the top of his head as he went. “Where’s my little main attraction?”
Soon Vik had Jaffa on his lap where he was brushing her absent-mindedly, listening to Linden talk about the latest book he had read.
“You are a fuckin’ hermit, dude.”
“And?” Linden pulled his best bored-looking face.
“Well… actually, yeah, stay indoors. Forcing you to come drinking with me would be at the rest of the pub’s expense.”
“You’re a bastard,” Linden laughed. “It’s you they should be worrying about, with that boulder of hair on your head. Look at the state of it, it crunches when you touch it.”
“The ladies love it.”
“Yeah, ‘cause they know if they get locked out they can use it to smash a window.”
. . .
Above them, Col listened. He couldn’t make out the words, but both men seemed happy and upbeat, excited about the night ahead of them, excited about the pliant little bitch waiting upstairs.
Before that, though-
Colton had been openly defiant. He had begged for it to stop before it had even started. He hadn’t taken an ounce of pain, nothing had earned him the right to plead for mercy. He had not only been insubordinate, but he had done it while Master had a guest. That kind of embarrassment would not go unpunished. Master would not have his authority undermined by some common stray.
Col desperately needed to apologise. He knew he shouldn’t just wait for his punishment like usual this time. This time he needed to right the balance. He would prove that he knew his place, and show Master’s guest that his rule here was absolute. So with shaking hands, he slowly creaked open the door, and went downstairs.
The laughter died as he came into view, and even the feeling of their eyes settling over his body made his skin prickle. For a split second, his feet locked in place, but as usual his fear pushed them onwards. He kept his head down, his arms behind his back, his shoulders hunched. As soon as he reached Master’s feet, he knelt. Forehead to the floor. Hands to his sides, ready to be stomped on or grabbed. He was a slave. He was always open for his Master’s use. He did not answer back and he did not question.
“Col, are you, are you sure you want to be here?” Master asked from above. He was very sure. But yes, of course, it was no use Col thinking these kinds of affirmations in his head. He had to make them clear.
“I’m here to apologise, sir, for daring to answer back and embarrassing you. Your Pet knows that he is owned completely and it was c-completely wrong to question you. I had no right to ask for mercy, I don’t deserve any. I’m a mindless Pet with no free will and I exist to serve you. P-Please, accept th-this apology. It won’t- won’t happen again.”
He stammered, towards the end. He could only hope Master wouldn’t get angry about it.
. . .
Ironically, it was now that Linden was embarrassed. He glanced over at Vik, and as the two brothers made eye contact, it was as if they had exchanged a whole conversation.
You see, see what I mean? See how he is?
Yeah, dude. It’s fucked up.
I’m sorry.
Don’t be. You’re doing your best to help him. I’m not embarrassed if you’re not.
He gently reached down to Col and rested a palm on top of his head. He jerked in surprise, a weak gasp escaping his lips, but he otherwise stayed perfectly still.
“Okay, love. Thank you. I’m not angry, okay? My brother is here and he always puts me in a good mood.”
He shot another glance at Vik, mouthing this is how I make him understand. Vik nodded. He was looking at Col curiously. Linden wondered if this was how he had pictured him.
“You didn’t embarrass me. You’re fine. I’m not going to hurt you. Vik doesn’t want to hurt you either. Why don’t you go and sit on the balcony, and I’ll sit with you later, and pet your head? You’re not in trouble.”
As he retracted his hand Col’s head tilted upwards, chasing the warmth of the touch. He kept his eyes low, but whispered, “Thank you, sir, thank you, thank you for having mercy. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“Okay, you’re okay. Let me help you up.”
It was technically an order, and Col obeyed silently, offering no resistance as Linden slipped a hand over his elbow and pulled him to his feet. He smiled at Col, but his face was blank and resigned. Beyond fear. He had done what he could, and his fate was in Linden’s hands once more. It hurt to know that. Linden could decide to leash Col at any moment, torture him with knives and burning oil and belts, and Col wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
Linden steered him to the base of the stairs, and then gently encouraged him upwards, until he had drifted out of sight entirely.
The house was silent. He turned back to Vik, but neither had to say anything. Linden already knew that he understood.
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Driving My Baby
Characters: Dean x Reader (gender neutral)
Words: 2,183 (i can’t drabble)
Summary: Dean doesn’t know about your mad skills behind the wheel, but it turns out there’s nothing hotter than seeing his baby driving his Baby.
Warnings: implied smut, language, fluff, dean’s bow legs, references to the fast and furious franchise
A/N: was originally gonna post a slightly angsty 2-part dean fic next, but decided against it in light off recent events lol. there’s really no plot or substance here, just some light floof. (and yes, the title is a reference to the song ‘you’re having my baby’)
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The roar of Baby’s engine rumbled to a halt as Dean glanced over at you, “Alright, so you gonna sit tight while I go scope this place out?”
You sent him a close-lipped smile, trying your best to repress the excitement bubbling within you. “Mhm!” you concurred with a bouncy nod, pausing to sneak a quick peek at his shapely behind when he stepped out of the car, “I’ll try and see if I can get a hold of that morgue guy again.”
Walking over to the passenger side, Dean bent down to kiss you through the open window. “Mmkay, I’ll be back soon,” he mumbled against your lips, before turning to commence his search for the potential vamp hideout you suspected was in the vicinity.
“Oh wait! Dean!” you called out, stopping him in his tracks.
“Yeah?”
“The keys?”
Dean looked down at his pocket where the Impala’s keys were safely nestled and then back up at you with raised brows.
“You’re not gonna leave me in here like a dog, are you?” There was a subtle hint of amusement in your voice, but also a challenging edge, as well as a slight pout which you added for good measure. You knew he could never really say ‘no’ to you.
And as expected, Dean returned to deposit the keys into your waiting hands. You gave him a wide smile in return, “Thank you! Love you!”
Your boyfriend narrowed his glimmering green eyes at you, imparting one last suspicious glimpse in your direction as he grumbled somewhat warily, “Love you too,” and then finally sauntered off for good.
Biting your lip, you watched with bated breath as his figure grew smaller in the rear-view mirror. Normally, you would have enjoyed the exquisite vision of what you often dubbed his ‘sexy ass bow-legged swagger’, but this time, it was when Dean was no longer in sight that a devilish grin broke out across your face.
But really, who could blame you? You’d been a car enthusiast all your life, and classic cars were your weakness. “It’s just you and me now, Baby.” Your fingers glided along the dashboard.
With Sam on the bench due to a broken ankle (courtesy of the werewolf from your last hunt), you and Dean had driven out to Piedmont to take care of this vampire case on your own. So now after two years with the Winchesters, you finally had a chance to explore the front seat of Dean’s Baby, his pride and joy, the glorious, refurbished 1967 Chevy Impala.
When you’d joined forces with the brothers, it was readily agreed upon that you would be better off riding together in the sleek American muscle car, so you ditched your stolen, rusty 2003 Honda Accord and never looked back. Since there was a giant moose to accommodate, you were naturally relegated to the back seat, and rightfully so, but boy, did you miss the thrill of being in the driver’s seat.
You were always a bit of a demon behind the wheel, and it’d been ages since you’d gotten the chance to flex your driving skills. Back when you and Dean first got together, he promised you joyrides (and other recreational activities) in Baby, but the hunting life never seemed to let you get it on.
Sliding across the bench seat, your lungs released a contented sigh as you wrapped your hands around the leather-bound steering wheel. Dean’s bowlegs, however sexy, were not the same length as yours, so you pulled the lever beneath the seat to adjust its position to your liking. Perfect.
You took your time getting to know the ins and outs at the helm of the Impala, though it seemed like none at all had passed when you suddenly heard Dean’s deep voice cry out.
“Y/N!” Your eyes shot up to the rear-view mirror to find an image of the older Winchester running towards the car. “We gotta go!”
Well that’s strange, you thought. Dean never ran – not unless someone, or more often something, was chasing him… Oh shit. Had he somehow woken the vampires? But the sun was still thriving; how much could they retaliate out in the open at this point during the day?
“We gotta get outta here! Now!”
Dean’s voice was much closer now and if you’d learned anything from your experiences hunting with the Winchesters, it was to never doubt your boyfriend’s commands. He was a seasoned pro and possessed instincts like you’d never seen. It’s a good thing you’ve also got some of your own.
Plunging Baby’s key into the ignition, you started the car without hesitation, allowing yourself only a second to relish in the thunderous purr of the engine below you and the incomparable feeling of glee that always sprouted in your chest whenever you were sat at the wheel of a powerful, capable vehicle. Indeed, the adrenaline was already rearing.
As Dean approached the car, you quickly reached over to open the passenger side door for him. “Get in the car!”
“You- Wha-“ Dean stumbled for a split second, so accustomed to taking the driver’s seat. “Y/N, they’re awake and they’ve got bikes – a bunch of Harleys!” he continued to explain, as if that would get you to move out of his designated spot.
“OK, so hurry up!” you yelled again.
Seeing no better option, Dean hastily climbed into the car. Just as he got in, your ears picked up the unmistakable resounding growl of revving motorcycle engines. From the sound of it, they couldn’t be too far off. So when Dean slammed the door shut, your foot came down fast and heavy against Baby’s gas pedal, propelling you forward with an aggressive lurch before you whizzed off, burning rubber and leaving nothing but flying leaves and dust in your wake.
“Jesus!” Dean bellowed; his eyes had grown to about twice their usual size.
You paid him no attention though, too busy reveling in the delightful buzz that vibrated through your body starting from your fingers and toes, where you could feel every unit of Baby’s intoxicating horsepower, and travelling up your limbs until the exhilaration settled deep within your very core.
Stealing a glance at the rear-view mirror, you caught sight of the monster-driven motorcade advancing considerably, so you decided to take the next available turn as an attempt to throw them off. Things were getting truly exciting now.
“Vamps on bikes? Really?! And covered in leather?” you huffed mirthfully with a shake of your head.
But it was Dean’s turn to ignore you. He was clutching at his door tightly, as if afraid your driving might somehow hurl him out of it. In fact, when you took the first corner without warning, Dean just about fell over.
“Woah! Slow down, Toretto!” he shouted in alarm, looking over at you as if you’d grown a second head.
Seeing you’d managed to surprise the vampires with your unexpected maneuver however, a loaded smirk was your only reply.
It took you about twenty minutes to get the vamps off your tail, during which time Dean managed to recover from his initial shock and began instead to absorb your radiant form. The look of exuberance on your face and the utter determination in your bright eyes, mixed with the mischievous tug of your lips, and combined with the all-around liberated and euphoric aura that surrounded you was sexy as hell, not to mention your sheer competence. All of it astounded him and caused his blood to flow to places he could not have foreseen.
You seemed to be completely at one with his esteemed Baby, handling her with perfect control and aptitude, and all the while enjoying yourself so very much. It was something Dean never knew you were capable of, but more so, it was something he never knew he needed.
Dean had always loved how much you loved and appreciated his car, but this made him feel like he was seeing you in a new light; it made him feel like he was falling for you all over again. That devilish glint in your normally kind and virtuous eyes, your ever jubilant and fervent love for life after enduring so much pain and grief, the way you never ceased to amaze and surprise him – it was all gloriously heady and irresistibly addictive. His teeth couldn’t help but pull at his lower lip, emerald eyes glazing over with lust and adoration as he stared over at you in the driver’s seat.
So when you ultimately pulled into an empty clearing, not wanting to lead the vamps straight back to your motel room, Dean was at a loss for words.
“So, a bloodsucking motorcycle gang, huh? Can’t say I’ve seen that before,” you speculated in a cheery, nonchalant tone, feeling perfectly satisfied after your little stunt driving escapade.
Dean, on the other hand, appeared not unlike a fish out of water with his furrowed brows and pouty lips which appeared undecided as to whether they should remain open or closed.
“That was… I just- You-… I don’t even know…” he ran his hands through his hair, pulling the short strands forward roughly, “What just happened?”
You sent him a small, innocent shrug, rather amused at his adorably stuttery response.
“You never told me you could drive like that.”
“You never asked,” you replied truthfully.
“Fuck, Y/N. That was… so… incredibly…”
What? Your curiosity was killing you. Dean’s opinion always mattered to you and at the moment, you could read a myriad of emotions upon his face. He looked stunned and confused, perhaps a bit frightened, but at the same time awed and impressed, and maybe even – were you reading that right? – slightly… aroused?
Dean lowered his voice to answer your unspoken question, “Hot,” he finished emphatically.
You heaved a breathy laugh, “Yeah?”
“Fuck yes! Baby, that was incredible. The way you handled Baby like a fucking pro, the little faces you made when you were living for the thrill of the chase. The skill, the speed, the Tokyo drifting, all of it. Goddamn, you are so sexy when you’re driving my Baby like that.”
“Well that’s a coincidence ‘cause I also happen to find you amazingly sexy when you’re behind this wheel,” you joked lightly, “In fact, I think seeing you drive this car might’ve been part of the reason I fell in love with you.”
“And I think I just fell in love with you all over again,” came Dean’s suave response.
You giggled a bit, but soon sobered when you saw his gorgeous eyes cloud over with wanton desire. One minute you were dwelling in the heavily charged sexual tension that seemed to consume the entire car, watching his gaze wander down to your lips while yours did the same, and in the next your mouths met ferociously as your bodies swooped forwards simultaneously, crashing together in the center of Baby’s front seat.
You moaned into the kiss, your hands finding their way around Dean’s ridiculously broad shoulders and up to his thick neck. When you were forced to come up for air, his lips began to work their way down to your collar bone. “Mmm, god Dean.”
“Seriously baby, that was such a turn on,” he rambled across your skin, “I didn’t even know driving could be so hot.”
Your laughter was really more just an exhalation of air. “Are we finally gonna do it? Are we gonna christen Baby now, thanks to your newfound kink?” you whispered salaciously, your brain already presenting obscene images of the two of you re-enacting something akin to the infamous Titanic scene.
Dean paused for a moment, allowing you to rip off his outer layers with relish before he brought his large hands up to cup your cheeks. “See I wouldn’t call it ‘newfound’,” he started, dazzling forest orbs boring into your soul, “Cause I’m pretty sure it only turns me on when it’s you behind the wheel, and I’ve always had a kink for you.”
You stare at him in disbelief, unable to keep the smile off your face, “You are such a smooth fucker sometimes, Dean Winchester.” And with that, your lips and bodies collided yet again. His strong hands held you impossibly close while yours ran joyously across his expansive chest before travelling down to find the zipper of his jeans.
“Ungh, wait a sec,” you pulled back a little with knitted brows, a playfully incredulous tone taking over your voice, “Did you call me Dominic Toretto earlier?”
“Well, yeah. You were driving like a madman!” Dean exclaimed candidly.
You smirked, “So does that make you Letty Ortiz?”
“Sweetheart, I will gladly be the Letty to your Dom anytime you want… I still can’t believe you just took me on a high-speed car chase, that was fucking awesome! Just wait ‘til Sam hears about this one!”
Laughing as you pulled him back in, you shut him up with your tongue as it invaded his mouth, pausing only to smile against his luscious lips, “Mmm, well maybe he doesn’t have to hear about this next part?”
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Have a Honey. Sorry about not doing the daily floof like I promised but at least the others have been helping me out whenever I forget lol
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What Once Was
xv. Fifteen
pairing: buckyxoriginal female character
chapter summary: Lizzie learns of the contents on her forgotten flash drive.
word count: 2780
warnings: light swearing, light floof
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an: y'all i have had the worst writers block ever and this chapter was such a struggle :/ hope it's good tho lol
Bucky made good on his promise and got in contact with T’Challa, the king of Wakanda. T’Challa had allowed Wakanda to become a place of healing, a sanctuary to Bucky when he needed it most, and he was again willing to do that for Elizabeth. The only issue was getting to Wakanda; Lizzie wasn’t on the best terms with the government. Lizzie’s biggest concern was that it would look like she was fleeing the country, that she was running away. Though it would help her with the pardon to no longer be under HYDRA’s programming, it complicated things a lot.
A few days had passed since ‘the incident,’ as Lizzie had come to call it, and all she could focus on was the pardon. Sam brought her a little Moleskine notebook which she filled with memories from each part of her life. Though she couldn’t remember much of her parents, there were a few moments that she would never forget. Her mother would always comb her hair in the mirror and hum. Her father always smelled of coffee grounds. The way the sun would shine through her bedroom window in the summers, the sounds of the cars on the busy street outside.
When she moved to New York with Dr. Wagner, most of her memories were stressful and revolved around testing, but Lizzie still found herself writing down moments of happiness along with the painful ones. Her teacher, Ms. Alison, used to braid Lizzie’s hair on particularly difficult days. She would tell the story of Rapunzel up in her tower. She would gently run her fingers through Lizzie’s hair and spoke lightly, voice like silver.
Her memories after that were harder to think about. She remembered being put in a car with black windows; she couldn’t hear the sounds of the road, just the thoughts and breaths of the men delivering her. The smell of the dank concrete compound burned permanently in her nostrils. She would never forget the feeling of the serum being injected into her veins, fire spreading beneath her skin, searing into her muscles. She felt so much that she couldn’t feel anymore. Lizzie remembered the name of every single person whose life she took. She wrote down her confession to each crime in the little notebook, inking the words with the blood she had shed. She couldn’t account for the lives Гермес had taken, but she knew that the memories would come to her soon.
After just a day of writing, the notebook was full. She gave it to Bucky for safekeeping and began a new one. Her next notebook she filled with drawings of the compound, news clippings about her victims, and information from the HYDRA files about their tests on hers. She even included her death certificate. It was strange to look at, and it filled her with guilt that her parents thought their little girl had died, but in many ways, she had. The little girl they had known all those years ago died when HYDRA took her and turned her into their weapon. Lizzie felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her out of the vortex she had been falling into.
“Hey,” Bucky said quietly, standing next to her at the table. “Do you want to take a break? Sam says he’s got something he wants you to look at.” Lizzie put down her pen and tucked the notebook into her pocket as she stood. She spared a glance back to her daughter, camped out in front of the TV watching some animated show. “Sure,” she said, leaning into Bucky. They walked into his apartment to find Sam at the dinner table, scrolling through something on the computer. The flash drive sticking out of the port caught Lizzie’s attention. “What’s that?” She asked, pointing a finger at the device.
“It fell out of your suit the other night,” Bucky said quietly. He felt bad that he hadn’t asked her for permission to look at it, but she wasn’t in a state to understand it or deal with what was on it. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask before I gave it to Sam.” He pressed a light kiss into her shoulder.
“It’s okay,” she pulled out a chair at the table and sat across from Sam, allowing Bucky to sit in between them. “The woman that helped us escape, Clara, must have put it in with my suit. I didn’t even realize it was there. I haven’t thought about it in a long time.” Lizzie ran her hands nervously over her knees, scraping her palms on the denim of her jeans. She could hear Sam’s thoughts, but they were much calmer than he appeared. His thoughts were on what he’d eaten for breakfast, his plans for the rest of the day. He kept the thoughts about his findings hidden, and that scared Lizzie more than it comforted her. Sam finished up whatever he had been working on and turned the laptop around to show Lizzie.
“So, the flash drive had a bunch of older documents, ones that S.H.I.E.L.D didn’t even have. There are files on your programming, the missions of Гермес, everything that we were missing from the old files in here.” Lizzie didn’t miss the way Sam emphasized everything, the way his voice caught in his throat, the way his thoughts faltered.
“Everything,” she repeated quietly. Sam nodded, and Lizzie noticed the shift in energy in the room. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, so loudly she worried the men could hear it. “Did you look at all of it?” Sam furrowed his brow; he knew what she was asking.
“I didn’t go into those files. I only looked at the missions and information on the programming. I already feel like I’ve overstepped; I don’t want to go digging in anything you want buried.” Lizzie nodded and slid the laptop closer to herself. She scrolled through the files, flashes of memories coming back to her as she read the names of her targets. One of the files had photos of her in a large chair, and Bucky flinched when he caught a glimpse of it on the screen.
“I can’t believe they did that to you,” he said, placing a hand on her knee. Lizzie shook her head; she didn’t remember it.
“I don’t remember,” she said back, looking down at the hand on her leg. “But I know it caused you so much pain, and it’s probably better that I don’t remember.” She kept clicking through the files, not really reading in-depth but scanning. She knew what she was looking for, but she couldn’t stop herself. Then she found it. Her stomach dropped, and she felt sick as she read over the title of the file.
2019 Subject Hermes Fertilization Experiment
Lizzie pushed the laptop away and stood abruptly, rubbing her hands on her jeans. She paced around the room, trying to keep her thoughts steady. Bucky and Sam just watched, not speaking or moving. Lizzie pushed Sam’s thoughts to the back of her head, he was worried about her, and it just stressed her out to hear him thinking. Lizzie craved the buzz of the city, the way people’s thoughts would just fill up her brain so she wouldn’t have to listen to her own. When it was just one person’s thoughts, it wasn’t enough to drown hers out. She needed more.
“Lizzie,” Bucky said, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. “You don’t have to read it, you know. Not now, not ever, if you don’t want to.” He pulled her in for a hug, squeezing her tightly to ease some of her stress. Lizzie breathed out loudly and felt her knees give out underneath her. She dragged Bucky ungracefully to the ground, and they sat in a heap while she calmed down.
“I want to know, but at the same time, I don’t,” Lizzie said after a while. “And even if I don’t want to know, Fiona might want to know one day. It’s her life. She deserves to know if she wants.” What if it’s him? Sam thought quite loudly. Lizzie stared at him, and she could feel the anxiety returning. Sam’s eyes went wide, realizing what he’d thought and that she’d heard it.
“Liz, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--” She stood, pushing Bucky away a bit in the process. He stared at her, confused. He didn’t know what had upset Lizzie, didn’t understand why Sam was apologizing.
“I need to go check on Fiona,” she said, voice hoarse. Lizzie walked out of the apartment and went back to hers to find her daughter still fully engrossed in her movie.
“Mama!” She said giddily when Lizzie sat down next to the little girl.
“How’s the movie, baby,” she asked, pulling Fiona into her lap.
“It’s good,” Fiona turned in her mother’s lap, noticing something was off. “What’s wrong, Mama?” Lizzie didn’t like to keep secrets from her daughter, but how was she supposed to explain everything to her? Fiona knew her family was different from other people’s, but there was no way she knew to what extent.
“I’m just trying to decide between two things, and it’s a tough choice.” Lizzie cringed a bit at her choice of explanation, but there was no good way to go about the conversation.
“Well, did you ask Mr. Bucky what he thought? He’s good at deciding things,” Fiona hugged her mother and returned her attention to the movie.
“You know, I didn’t,” Lizzie replied, running her fingers through her daughter’s hair. She had always wondered who HYDRA had selected to be Fiona’s father, but she tried not to linger on the thoughts for too long. Lizzie always told people that Fiona didn’t have a father since there was no man in her life to be one, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t out there somewhere. The possibility that Fiona’s father was Bucky had slipped into her head more than a few times, but she pushed it away. Bucky was so good with Fiona; would it really be so horrible if they shared DNA? Lizzie worried that it would change things for them. Would he even want her to be his daughter? Would he still want to be with her if she was? It was all too complicated. Though life had never been easy for Lizzie, moments of normalcy were most often found with Bucky. She didn’t want to risk losing that.
“Well, you should talk to him. He likes helping you,” Fiona mused, snuggling closer to her mother. Through the wall, Fiona could hear the quiet thoughts of Sam and the conversation he was having with Bucky. They weren’t talking about the files anymore, and Sam’s thoughts had drifted to his plans for the weekend, so Lizzie focused back on the movie.
--
“What was that about,” Bucky asked after Lizzie quickly left the room. Sam sighed and shook his head.
“It’s nothing, man. I just forgot about the whole mind-reading thing for a bit there.” Sam moved the computer back over to himself and closed out of the files. Bucky stood from the floor and sat back down at the table across from the other man. Sam slid the flash drive across the table, and Bucky pocketed it gently.
“Seriously, Sam. What’s going on? It’s not like she just found out that they did that to her.”
“I thought about the possibility of you being Fiona’s dad,” Sam said quietly. He stared down at his hands, avoiding Bucky’s gaze. Bucky’s jaw tensed, and he felt his hands ball into fists at his sides. Of course, he’d thought about it, the possibility that he was Fiona’s father. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. He wouldn’t put it past HYDRA to do that. Part of him wanted to be her father, he saw aspects of himself in the little girl, in her eyes, in her mannerisms, but at the same time, he figured he was just projecting. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, especially since he had found himself falling for Lizzie. If he were the father, he wouldn’t let it complicate things. He liked to think that he would take the news in stride and be the best father he could be. If that’s what Lizzie wanted, it was up to her.
“And you didn’t look at them, the files? You don’t know?” Bucky still didn’t meet Sam’s eyes, and he stared at the floor. He wanted to be there for Lizzie, for Fiona. He found himself imagining himself at the girl’s ballet recitals, at parent-teacher conferences. It surprised him, he’d only known Lizzie for a few months, and there he was inserting himself into her life.
“No, it wasn’t my place. Honestly, Barnes, none of it is. I’m happy to help, but I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” Bucky nodded, and Sam picked up his laptop and got ready to head out.
“Thank you,” Bucky said, walking Sam to the door. “For everything.” Sam hummed in response and stepped out the door, just across the threshold.
“You’d be a good dad, Buck. Go check on her.” The men shook hands, and Bucky didn’t bother to correct Sam on the use of the nickname. Sam headed down the hallway to the stairs, and Bucky looked to Lizzie's door. It was closed, but he doubted she’d locked it. His mind wandered back to what Sam had said. You’d be a good dad, Buck. He wanted to talk to Steve, to tell him about everything. About how much he liked Lizzie, how he could see his future with her even after such a short time. About Fiona, how amazing the little girl was and how she was so smart, so kind. Steve would’ve loved her; he would’ve loved both of them. He wanted to tell Steve about this, how he felt like he had a purpose, to be a father. When they were younger, Bucky was always dating different girls, but he never felt like this with any of them. He never saw a future, just moments in the present. Steve was always the hopeless romantic and wanted Bucky to settle down. Now, when he finally saw it as a possibility, Steve wasn’t there to meet her. He would’ve loved Lizzie; they would’ve been quick friends, partners in crime ganging up on Bucky any chance they got. Steve would've been great with Fiona. He was always a kid at heart. Bucky felt tears pricking at his eyes, and he rubbed at them, not allowing himself to cry about his friend. It wouldn’t change anything. He stepped out of the apartment to stand in front of Lizzie’s and knocked lightly on the door. He heard footsteps on the other side, and Lizzie opened the door.
“Hey, Buck,” she said quietly. He heard the sounds of the TV behind her and recognized the voice of Idina Menzel singing. They were watching Frozen.
“I just wanted to check-in, see how you’re doing,” he said, matching her volume. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair somewhat nervously, and Lizzie smiled softly at the gesture. “I’m sorry about what happened with Sam. I wish there was something I could’ve done.” Lizzie leaned against the door frame, her body getting closer to Bucky’s.
“You couldn’t have done anything, Bucky. You can’t control people’s thoughts. Hell, I’ve even thought about it, and it wouldn’t surprise me if you had as well.” Lizzie didn’t mean to say all of that; the words slipped out before she had time to think through them. She blushed a bit but didn’t drop Bucky’s gaze. His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped a bit. He hadn’t expected her to say that.
“I mean, I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind a few times,” he admitted, watching carefully for Lizzie’s reaction. Again, she surprised herself by closing the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, leaning into the kiss.
“You’re a good man, Bucky Barnes,” Lizzie said against his lips, standing on her toes to reach him. Bucky smiled and kissed her again, feeling her heartbeat speed up against his chest. Before walking over, he had worried that she’d hate him, that she would maybe even end things because of the possibility of him being Fiona’s father. He was happy that that wasn’t the case. Lizzie hadn’t planned for the conversation to go the direction it did, but all she knew was that she didn’t want to lose Bucky. No matter what.
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(re)Watching Magia Record S1 - part 3
part 2 here
Hello everyone and welcome back to our watch-through of the first season of Magia Record! Last time, we met a trio of Kamihama magical girls, Momoko, Rena and Kaede, and, after Rena and Kaede fighting, Kaede is kidnapped by the “chain monster”, a part of the rumor of the Staircase of Severance. Now, it’s up to Iroha, Momoko and Rena to find and take her back. Will they succeed, or will someone lose their heads? The only way to know is by watching, so let’s get right to it.
Puella Magi Madoka Magica Side Story: Magia Record Episode 3
Rather than going back to the plot right away, we are given a flashback of Iroha’s younger sister and two other girls. The brown haired girl has apparently created an eternal motion machine in the form of a toy train, saying something about how adults must be stupid if they never thought of that before, and that toy train proceeds to crash into a pile of books and set fire on them. Good job.
I don’t want to hear this from a gacha game character. Your original work is even more fragile than this!
The megane girl, Nemu, compares the brown haired girl, Touka’s actions to the burning of the Library of Alexandria (dramatic much?) and the two start fighting, with Ui trying to stop them. They’re just like Momoko’s trio on the previous episode, breaking their friendship up and everything.
Once again, it was Iroha’s dream. You know the erasure really went in on it when even the rug is cut in half.
Iroha’s sister had friends at the hospital, so she could get some new clues if only she could find them.
Floof Momoko.
Before going looking for Kaede, Momoko and co. drop by Kamihama Mirena-za, aka. the Coordinator’s. I tried searching if Milena constellation was actually a thing, but the only thing I could find was that there’s a Galileo satellite named Milena. Huh.
The Coordinator had a client, but she’s done right away. We learn that the Coordinator’s name is Mitama Yakumo, but still have no idea what she actually does.
Besides not having a sense of personal space.
Momoko explains that Iroha’s not there to get adjusted, whatever that means, and asks if Yachiyo is there yet. Who’s this Yachiyo though?
Aaawkward.
To no one’s surprise, I guess, since I already said it, but this girl is Yachiyo. And she absolutely ignores Iroha. Rude.
Yachiyo and Momoko start talking between themselves about Kaede’s case. (and MItama’s fixing Momoko’s hair. Cute). It seems Yachiyo is well aware of the rumor of the Staircase of Severance. She pulls out a notebook, and Momoko notes that she’s knowledgeable about these things.
Momoko asks Yachiyo to lend them her help, and Yachiyo agrees to do it, since Kaede is in danger, but adds that she won’t work with people who will only be a burden, looking at Iroha.
...not that she’s wrong, but still rude.
Well, I mean, that might make sense when you’re so op, but you don’t have to say it outright!
Still, Yachiyo has a point: it’d be too dangerous to bring along a weak magical girl to a fight with an unknown enemy. So Mitama offers a solution: why don’t they just adjust Iroha’s Soul Gem?
Mitama does a very short explanation of what “adjusting a Soul Gem” actually entails, and this one short screen tells us the rest. It’s basically what let Momoko and Rena do that joint attack earlier. I wonder if this was even long enough on the screen for the people who watched this on tv to read it.
Momoko says that Yachiyo should have no complaints as long as they do that and Yachiyo is like “yeah, whatever”.
...now that I think about it, what is Mitama doing here?
Continue? Iroha hasn’t sacrificed anyone tho.
...oh, I forgot we don’t get to see Iroha getting adjusted.
So, our girls are now at the rumored stairs at Kamihama University Affiliated School. Leaving aside Momoko and Rena, since they are students there, one has to wonder how exactly did Iroha and Yachiyo manage to get up there without being found. This school’s security is lacking!
While the girls run up to the rumored Staircase of Severance (this is so annoying to write) we see some messages on screen of what I assume are Rena’s classmates, and get pushed some ideas of what friends should be like, all while Momoko tries to cheer Rena up.
Okay, that’s a really narrow staircase. Who decided to put this creepy thing here?
Momoko writes her and Yachiyo’s name on the staircase (and we sneakily learn Yachiyo’s surname is Nanami). The two are reenacting the rumor, so now they’ll make up to draw the Chain Witch out. That is, after they give us their transformation scenes!
While Yachiyo’s themes are water and stars(?), and she has gracious movements, Momoko’s literally burning up and kicking things. Their transformations parallel one another, and yet they are completely opposites. I love it! (but Momoko kicking the sword still takes the cake for me).
Now that I think about it, for all that fire theme she has going, Momoko's not that hot-blooded. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, I guess.
Rena’s transformation focuses on her shapeshifting powers, throwing her through mirrors and with lots of expression changes. It’s not because she’s tsundere, the transformation seems to tell us Rena has lots of faces.
...I also like her DDR routine right at the start, it’s cute.
The theme of Iroha’s transformation is birbs. Rather than telling us something about who she is like the others, I see hers as basically about what she’s doing right now: much like she did by coming to Kamihama, Iroha takes the courage and jumps into the unknown, chasing after a mirage.
I’m always a little bothered with how she falls straight down despite taking impulse when she jumps, but hey, what can you do lol
One of the (many) cool things about this whole sequence is how the bgm is continuous throughout the transformations, only changing a bit to match each of the girls.
That’s not very convincing acting, Momoko. Yachiyo’s is not much better, either. They theorize it only works if they’re really fighting, and Rena says she’ll do it.
Rena starts apologizing, but nothing happens. Iroha says it might be because she’s not saying it from her heart and Rena’s gets upset.
Rena can’t just feel like making up right away, but it’s not like she doesn’t want Kaede to come back. These two seem to have a complicated relationship, but in the end, it’s clear that Rena does like her. Rena starts crying and apologizes for making Kaede be friends with someone like her all this time. Then, the Chain Witch appears.
We get a flashback to Rena flashbacking (confusing, I know) about all the times Kaede apologized to her, while watching an idol show.
Don’t we all?
So, yeah… Rena is a complicated character. (and a Sayuki stan)
Iroha wakes up in Rena’s room for some reason. Clearly-not-Momoko starts a monologue of how no one could ever like Rena.
Rena hates herself, so she wanted to change. She wanted to become someone else, so her wish gave her shapeshifting powers, but didn’t change her, so she still hates herself (considering the implications when this type of wish does work, see Oriko’s Kirika, she might have gotten the better end of the deal.
Kaede calls out to Rena and Iroha and Rena break out of the strange television-exposition-vision-thingy. So the first thing they start doing, naturally, is start bickering again. Great friends!
Oh look, the weird Kyuubei is back! Like the nice mascot character he is, he’s showing Iroha the way to the main Witch.
Rena and Kaede start to have a heart-to-heart while fighting (the familiars now, not each other).
Familiar: hahaha, that tickles
Rena says their friendship is over once they get out of there, since they were never real friends to begin with, but Kaede doesn’t want that. Kaede says that if Rena’s problem is that she never apologizes, she just did earlier and Rena says that didn’t count, so Kaede replies that then they breaking up doesn’t count either. Nice, Kaede!
Kaede basically says that, yeah, Rena can be terrible, but she likes her that way anyway, so they can continue being friends.
Rena says that Kaede needs to listen to her, she needs to let her apologize too and tells her she’ll do it once they get out.
While they’re doing that, Yachiyo and Momoko climb to the top and knock down the witches’ main body. Momoko then calls for Kaede and Rena to finish it off. Nice VFX there btw.
Rena and Kaede join hands and using both their magic they pinball the witch into the air with Rena's mirrors. Rena launches plant-enchanted copy spears at it and the witch bursts into leaves and dries... Kaede's magic is kind of scary like this.
Oh, how adorable. Aaaand he's gone.
The witch is defeated and Rena now has to make good on her promise to apologize. But, seems like honestly apologizing is still too much of a hurdle for her so after some struggle she swerves to another thing. Thankfully, Kaede knows Rena well enough and she's fine with this.
Look at them, so precious.
While Momoko and Iroha catch their breath, Yachiyo approaches them and informs them the Witch didn't drop a Grief Seed. In fact, she says that might've not even been a Witch at all. Yachiyo points out it's weird to have a Witch that comes out anywhere whenever the conditions of a rumor are met, in particular since they didn't even feel it's magic beforehand. She warns them that something weird is going on in Kamihama, then leaves in the most dramatic way possible.
Sometime later, our group is back at Satomi Medical Center. Seems Rena has given in and decided to help after all.
Going by the original plan, Rena transformed into a nurse and investigated the hospital. It's pretty cool how her voice is slightly distorted in this little sequence with her undoing her transformation.
No one in the hospital remembered Iroha's sister, but they did remember Touka and Nemu. That means Iroha's memories aren't entirely wrong.
With that, Iroha goes back to Takarazaki for the day, with some new friends and a very small but important step closer to finding her beloved younger sister.
"Sorry for making you my friend."
That's it folks, this was the third episode of Magia Record('s first season)! No one lost their heads... well except that not-witch if we count the bell as it's head, but I think that's just fine for this series, because--
OH WAIT THERE'S MORE
Talking about lost heads, look who's here! I totally forgot this episode had a stinger. My bad.
Kyuubei can't enter Kamihama now for some reason, so he needed someone to investigate the cause for him and contacted Mami as a strong veteran Magical Girl. There are rumors about that someone in Kamihama is gathering all the Witches around to monopolize Grief Seeds, which would explain why the city is infested with them and they being stronger than normal. Mami says she doesn't want trouble with the Magical Girls of another territory, but will investigate whether the current events are due to a Witch or Magical Girl. I like the short cut that shows her from beneath the grating, it's neat. Just have no idea what it's supposed to mean.
!--rant incoming--! (I say, as if this whole post isn't one)
Anyways, like I was saying... writing? Before the stinger disrupted my thoughts, I think it's just fine that Magia Record's ep3 doesn't have any big twists like Madoka. The original had that maybe for the shock factor, yes, but also because it needed it to make clear what kind of story they were actually going for, and that worked great for that show and the time when it came out. But Magia Record is more of a mystery. We don't need it to push the point of magical girl suffering because the original already did that, we need it to give us things to puzzle about, and that it already did with the weird witch of this episode. Could it have made that better? Maybe, but Magia Record also has the problem that it's cast is significantly bigger, so they have to fit those introductions somewhere. So while it introduces Momoko's trio and a bit Yachiyo, it also tries it's best to situate us (and Iroha by extension) as to how Kamihama's magical girl's world is like and what's going on there. It's a lot to juggle and the anime doesn't get the benefit like the game of being able to just put the character's backstory on a separate chapter. I really like character focused things, so I don't mind the anime trying to fit as much as it can in, but I can see how that might turn other people off. That's one of the things that's really a matter of taste I guess.
!--ok, you can come back now--!
One of the visual things I really like in this episode is the effect with the floating kana and kanji on the Labyrinth. I wonder how that was done. It's animated, so I don't think it's part of the background, but then I'm also not sure at which stage of production that'd be put in. It's really neat.
Well, with this, we are done with episode 3 of Magia Record! What will we do next? Who knows! It doesn't seem like Iroha noticed it, but just knowing that Touka and Nemu existed, not even getting their surnames, does not give her any new clues to go with. She barely started and already is at a dead-end, poor girl.
Before jumping off the building, Yachiyo also added another question to our already filled question bucket: what was up with that weird witch? What is this strange thing that is going on in Kamihama? Why are you looking like that at Momoko's team?
As viewers, however, there is only one way of answering all this: by watching. So I'll be looking forward to having you guys join me tomorrow for episode 4! Have a good morning/afternoon/evening!
PS.: The last two episodes had about 30 screenshots, this one has about 40, at this rate by the time I get to episode 13 I'll be taking screenshots of the whole episode...
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Overwhelmed
Roman Sionis x reader
Word Count: 900
Warnings: talks of murder
Author’s Note: I hope you like this love! Thanks for being such a good friend through these trying times and I’m glad that your getting your stuff fixed lol. Enjoy! Also istg if i write one more story thats under 1k words imma shot myself
Requested: by @zodiyack, Roman and a partner who's like Victor and calms him, how sometimes her and Victor have to double team to get Roman to calm down, and then I said how she'd basically always be there to run her hands through his hair, *and I quote "(ignore my attraction to guys with floof in their hair)"*, rub his shoulders, so on.
Summary: the request!
Genre: fluff
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director
(not my gif)
Roman Sionis was always a little bit annoyed at something. It wasn’t hard to imagine that he was. He ran the club and was a well known gangster in the city of Gotham. He had a lot on his plate.
Not to mention it’s in his nature to be overdramatic.
You knew all of this when you met him and decided to pursue a relationship with him. He loved you and you loved him but you also were pretty much his handler. Victor took on some of the job as his right hand man but you were clearly the one who got the most done in the way of Roman and his excessiveness to be stressed all the time
So you often knew the signs before he really started to blow.
You could see them now, in the very upbeat and large party atmosphere that the club was undergoing. People danced all around you and sat to talk business in hushed corners. Victor was standing beside Roman but he was getting a little antsy that you weren’t around just in case Roman needed the both of you.
You watched from the bar though, just in case coming up to him set him off even more at this point.
You held a drink in your hand that you were nursing. You had planned to just down it but now that Roman would likely need you, you were unable to do so. You wore a stunning outfit that you had grown known for and your hair was down to perfection. People were pretending not to watch you and you had gotten used to never being invisible in the club, not now that you practically helped run it.
You were the most terrifying woman in that club and it was saying something.
Roman was starting to shake his hand and you let out a sigh. You should probably go over there.
You walked over there, your shoes hitting the floor with sounds drowned out by the music and commotion. You put your hand on the nape of Romans neck, brushing his hair with your fingers. He was breathing hard and his hand went to grab his weapon but he halted at the touch of you.
“Let’s get out of here babe,” you whispered into his ear so the man he was talking to couldnt hear you. He let out a shaky breath and you gave Victor a look. He nodded and grabbed the other man by his chest, ushering him away from Roman.
“I have to do this!” he said through gritted teeth. You shook your head.
“You have all the time in the world love. Come on.”
You grabbed his hand and dragged him through the crowd to one of the back rooms. There was a couple back there and at the sight of you both they screamed. You shut the curtain behind you and Roman sat down in the booth.
You sat down on the table in front of him, putting your hands in his hair. You did it a few times to calm him down, tugging lightly at the roots and then pulling back with a light smile on your face. The key to calming him down was to be calm until he was ready to talk about it reasonably.
“I hate business sometimes,” he pouted and you nodded. You noticed that while your relationship with Roman was romantic based you were very heavily his caretaker. Without you or Victor who knew what he would do.
“I know. Why don’t we get some drinks huh? Loosen you up a bit?” You reached your hand through the curtains and waved over one of the drinks lady and took two from her tray. You gave her a smile and handed one to Roman, setting yours beside you.
“Baby,” he said gently and just put his head in your lap. You ran your hand through his hair again and just rubbed his back, breathing evenly.
“It’s alright,” you promised. “It can get to be too much sometimes I know.”
“I wanted to cut his face off.”
“I think that may be a bit extreme for a first meeting, I say you sleep on it huh?” He nodded and you felt him calm down after a few sips of his drink and some relaxation. You looked out the curtain a bit and saw Victor. You gave him a nod and he gave you a nod in return.
All was well until Roman went back out and eventually killed someone.
But there wasn’t much you could do to stop that.
Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing, @records-and-stardust @broodybats @starwarsprequelfangirl @ah-callie @rai-strangebr @whyisgmora @fandxmnerd @ewanfuckingmcgregor @peterpstuff @stardancerluv @katsav17 @imafatassmess
Roman: @onebatch--twobatch guy atch @21stcenturywitchcraft
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