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In the Music Room

Summary: Teacher!Harry has a thing for Student!Y/N

Not a request

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, teacher!harry, teacherxstudent, oral (m) fingering, classroom sex, unprotected sex, almost getting caught, slight angst, filth

Master

HS1 HARRY

“Good afternoon everyone.” Mr. Styles greets us as he walks in, “I hope everyone has been practicing, today is a pop quiz, we’ll not today. But in a few days.”

“A pop quiz?” You ask your friend, Ria, “How is he giving us a pop quiz on instruments?”

“Glad you asked, y/n.” Harry gives you a smirk, “You’ll each be sitting down in front of me and you’ll play something that I have chosen to give to you.”

You raise your hand, “Can’t we pick our own thing to play, Mr. Styles?”

Mr. Styles chuckles and leans one hand on his desk, “You could, but that wouldn’t be a challenge, would it?”

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head, looking at him slightly confused.

“If I allow you to pick for yourselves, you’ll then proceed to pick the easiest thing you can possibly find, and I know you all have the potential to play something a little more complicated.”

You swallow and sit back in your seat, “Well damn.”

Ria laughs quietly as she turns into you, “He’s so fucking hot.”

Your eyes move back to looking at him, “He is. But he’s a total asshole.”

“Did someone say something?” Harry turns around and looks around the room before looking directly at you.

The room is silent.

“Okay.” He turns back around and pulls his guitar from his case, “If everyone with guitars will follow me over to this side of the room.” He points over to the table, “The rest of you can talk amongst yourselves until I’m ready for the next group.”

“Have fun.” Ria elbows you as you grab the neck of your guitar, “Yeah. Thanks.” You roll your eyes and walk over to take a seat.

Harry’s eyes follow you until you sit down. He clears his throat, “Y/n. Can you match my strums please.”

You nod and bring the guitar up to sit on your lap. You watch Harry as he positions his fingers, losing train of thought as you focus on his hands.

“Y/n.” Harry repeats, “Can you match my strums?”

You blink and look down at your guitar, “Yes. Sorry, Mr. Styles.” You look up, repeating to yourself to match the strums.

You listen to him strum his guitar before you look back down at yours, getting your fingers on the right strings and strumming like he did.

“That was decent.” He says and you look up at him, “That was perfect? What do you mean decent?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “We’ll work on it, here. Try this one. It’ll be easier.”

You fight back an eye roll as you focus on his fingers and how they’re about to play the easiest fucking thing ever.

You bite down on the inside of your lip, matching the strum he just did, “How was that?”

“That was better.”

You sit back and rest your hand on the instrument on your lap as he moves onto the next person.

You always felt like he singles you out in a way. You know you’re a good guitar player, it’s always been a dream of yours to play. Ever since you could, you’ve always been strumming the strings until you were big enough to finally hold a guitar yourself.

Once he gets through everyone, he hands out papers, “We’re all going to play this.”

Your eyes scan down over the page, huh, this should be easy, you think as you get ready to start playing.

“One, two, three, four.” Harry counts down and everyone in the group starts playing. His eyes are closed, listening to everyone strumming their guitars, “Max, press your fingers down a little harder, yep. Good.”

You glance up at him, losing your place in the music and becoming out of tune with everyone else, “Shit.” You whisper quietly, not thinking anyone heard you.

“Okay.” Harry says holding his hand up, “y/n. I would appreciate if you didn’t swear in my class.”

Your shoulders sink and you clench your jaw.

“What caused you to go out of tune?”

You can’t tell him the real reason, you’ll look like a total idiot, “I don’t know.”

“We’ll, you should figure it out, because if you’re ever on stage performing and that happens, it’ll be even more embarrassing.”

The group laughs and you stand up, holding your guitar by its neck as you walk out of the room. You go into the hallway, debating on smashing your guitar in anger, but you don’t.

You set it down, resting it against the wall. You sit down and take a few deep breathes.

“Hey, what happened?” Your friend walks out and stands in front of you.

“Mr. Fucking Styles happened. He’s being a dick to me for no reason. I’m a good guitar player, Ria. Why can’t he just se-“

The door opens and Harry steps out, “Ria, go back in, I brought the next group over.”

Ria looks at you and back at Harry, nodding as she walks inside the room. Harry let’s the door shut and he walks over to you, “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean what’s going on? You’re treating me so much differently than the others and it’s not fair to me.” You look up at him, staring directly into his eyes.

He’s silent for a few moments before he sighs and kneels down, “Because I have to be.” His voice is a lot quieter than before.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You shake your head, “That makes so sense.”

“Why don’t you stay after class today so you can find out.” Harry stands up, not giving you another chance to answer, “Come on.” He opens the door and waits for you to get up and walk in.

You walk back to your seat and sit down.

You start to play your guitar quietly and you can feel his gaze linger on you the longer you play. You look over at him and he smirks slightly before looking away.

“That was good, guys. Very good.”

You can’t help but feel that anger all over again, wanting Harry to see how good of a player you really are.

You don’t really know why you need his validation.

You just do.

——

“Alright, everyone. You all have your pieces of music that you need to practice. I’ll give you a week, that should be plenty of time.” Harry starts off his end of the day speech.

As he’s standing up at the front of the room talking, you can’t help but wonder what he meant. His words repeat in your head, echoing, making your stomach twist with anxiety.

“That is it for today. See you all tomorrow.” He turns away and packs up his guitar.

“You coming over?” Ria asks as she packs up her notes.

You shake your head, “No. I’m going to give Mr. Styles a piece of my mind.”

She raised her eyebrows, “Want me to wait?”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll come over tomorrow.” You wait until the room clears out and walk up to Harry.

“Look. I’m not trying to be a bitch or anything, but I need you to understand th-“

He turns around, “I know you’re good.”

You stop talking and just look at him, “What?”

“I know you’re good y/n. You’re the best guitarist in the class.” He sits on the end of his desk, “I can’t treat you like that because it wouldn’t really be fair.”

“To the other classmates? Maybe it’ll make them work harder.” You shrug and he chuckles, “I mean yeah, but that’s not really what I mean.”

“What do you mean then?” You cross your arms, waiting for him to speak.

“If I treated you how I wanted to treat you, I wouldn’t have this job.”

You swallow, his words intriguing you, “How?”

He bites his lip and leans out around you and leans back, “Come here.” He shifts and spreads his knees, holding his hand out to you.

You take his hand and walk up to him, “What are you doing?”

He lays a hand on your waist and brushes hair from your face, “Treating you how I really want to treat you.”

And with that, his lips are on yours and a fire erupts inside of you.

In that moment, you knew Harry didn’t hate you.

He liked you.

A lot.

He pulls you close to him and you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He moans lowly against your lips as your thigh pushes against his growing bulge.

He unbuttons your jeans and pushes the zipper down, slipping his hand into the front of them. His fingers press against your clit, rubbing hard circles on it.

You gasp, pressing your hips into his hand, “M-Mr. Styles.”

“Harry. Call me Harry.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Harry.” You breathe out, “Fuck that feels so good.”

Harry moves his head and kisses down your neck, “I’ve wanted you since the first day of this class.”

You bite your lip as he slides his hand down further, rubbing his fingers against your wet folds, “You’re soaked already.”

You whimper as he slips a finger in, “P-please.”

“Please what?” Harry asks leaning back, “Tell me.”

You grab onto his dress shirt, tugging on it as your eyes close. Your lips part and you moan, “You.” You open your eyes, “I want you.”

A smirk plays with his lips as he pulls his hand out of your pants, “I want to see if this mouth can suck cock as good as you can play guitar.”

His words leave you speechless.

All you can do is nod.

He smirks and stands up, pushing you back slightly, “Follow me.” He walks around his desk and sits now. He grabs your hand, “Do you want to do this?”

You bite your lip, nodding as you drop to your knees, “I’ve thought about this since the first time I saw you in the hallway.”

He leans back, “Then go ahead.”

You reach up, undoing his belt and dress pants. Pulling them down so you can free his throbbing cock.

“So big, Mr. Styles.” You smirk and look up at him. He smirks and watches you. You lean in, flattening your tongue and licking up his cock, giving a satisfied hum.

His head tilts back and his eyes go shut.

You wrap your lips around the tip, sucking as you work your way down.

His jaw goes slack and his hand lays on your head, “Fuck, y/n.” He gasps and pants as he looks down, watching you devour his cock.

Suddenly the door is kicked open and the janitor walks in backwards. You move under the desk and Harry quickly spins his chair and moves in as far as he can without swishing you, “Hello. Can I help you?”

“Oh.” The janitor turns around, “Sorry, Sir. I didn’t know you were still here. I’ll come back.” He waves to Harry and Harry nods, “Thank you.”

You wait until the door shuts before asking, “Do you think he seen me?”

Harry shakes his head, “No. the desk should have blocked you. Now, your head moving up and down, I’m afraid that wasn’t hidden but his back was turned so.”

You laugh and cover your mouth, “We don’t have much time now do we?”

He shakes his head and smiles, “I’m afraid not.”

You lean up on your knees, pulling him into you so you can kiss him, “Better make this quick then.” You nice back and push your jeans down your thighs. You turn around and bend over so you’re in the doggy position.

Harry tilts his head and groans, “Such a dirty girl.”

He moves down off the chair, rubbing his cock against your wet entrance. He grips your hip and pushes his cock in with a groan, “Fuck.”

You cover your mouth and roll your eyes back, “Mm, fuck.”

Harry’s thrusts instantly pick up and they’re quick but powerful. His finger tips dig into your hips, hard enough you’ll have round bruises where each of his fingers sit.

You push your hips back to him, meeting his thrusts as you clench around his cock, “Fuck.. I’m g-“

Your moans are muffled by your hand as you cum on his cock. Harry groans, pulling your hips back into his own, “Shit, y/n.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut as he fucks you through your high, keeping his moans to a minimum as he grows closer to coming.

“Shit, shit.” His thrusts quickly become sloppy and slow down fast, “Fuck.”

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you bite your lip, “Fuck.”

“Sorry, I didn-“ Harry pulls out and you cut him off, “It’s fine. We’ll worry about it later.” You pull your jeans up and stand up.

Harry fixes himself and looks up at you, “This isn’t.. I don’t ju-“

“Come by my apartment later. We can talk about it when we aren’t at risk for being caught.” He laughs and nods as you jot down your number, “Text me and I’ll give you the address.”

You hand him the note and lean in to kiss him. He smiles against your lips, “can’t wait to see you.”

You smile and can feel your cheeks turn a blush color, “I can’t wait to see you.”

He pecks your lips, “Now go. And don’t be late for class.” He winks and you shake your head with a smile. You grab your stuff and leave the class room, shocked that you just got creampied by your music teacher.

——

This was just an idea that I thought about and went with. It’s not proof read so if there’s mistakes, sorry.

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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halloooo sandrine~! it's me cookie anon ✨

oh wait, is it alright if i call you by your name? :0

anyway,, i kinda have an idea (a bit sad at the start but it has a happy resolution).

• you can totally skip this if you don't feel like doing it •

i was thinking if it'd be alright to request for shu this time because i learned that he was supposed to be part of the offline collab but wasn't able to due to conflicting schedules... ; - ;

so like, what if since he wasn't able to meet up with nijimilo...y/n surprises him with an offline collab of their own instead so he won't feel sad/lonely/left out ; w ;

no sad shubert, only happi shubert bc shu deserves all the happiness in the world ♡

(aka: cookie anon shu brainrot hours lmao)

thank you as always o7

- cookie anon 🍪✨

(Not) Alone

pairing: Shu Yamino x Streamer!GN!reader a/n: yes u may call me sandrine hehe ALSO FIRST TIME I READ THIS I JUST KNEW THIS AWE MAN POOR SHU :( i hope he can finally have some time to go to an offcollab with everyone as luxiem! while we wait for that, here's something to fill in that gap ;)

warning ahead: this is 4.3k words just so you know that this is not a quick read ^^

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

Shu Yamino [NIJISANJI EN]: sorry guys i can't come this time, schedules and all that :/ Nina Kosaka [NIJISANJI EN]: aweee that sucks a lot Mysta Rias [NIJISANJI EN]: NOOO BROTHER Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: luca can't come and shu too? Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: ahhh that's such a shame Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: i'm sorry to hear that you guys:(

and you knew from how shu had been talking to you privately how excited he was to see if he could fit himself between his schedules to meet up with everyone as nina had planned

you of course couldn't come just yet, but with shu being part of luxiem, it was really crucial that he came

the moment he came for his daily discord call with you that day, you can tell from his deflated voice that he was so disappointed

you sigh, leaning a bit closer to the mic, "it's okay, shu. next time, alright? there will definitely be a time where you can finally go. all as one team as luxiem!"

he chuckles, but the joy supposedly associated with the gesture was very faint. seemed like the sorcerer wasn't in his right spirits.

"i hope so. i was really looking forward to it too," shu mumbles

"hey come on, don't be so down. if you're so down, everyone else will be too. look at the bright side, shu! the longer they wait, the more exciting it'll become when you actually do come, right?" you attempt, however once more, that comes fruitless

shu sighs in response. "i guess so, and thank you, y/n, for trying to cheer me up. but i think i just... i need some time. that okay with you?"

hearing his breaking heart made your own shatter to pieces. shu was such a kind and talented person, there's nothing in this world he didn't deserve

at least that's what your biased heart would say

you nod, "mhm, totally fine. you go get some rest and try to take your mind off of it, alright?"

shu bids you goodbye for the day and you're left to your own devices, forced to get back to work and get some stream related things done

continuation utc!

it's pretty obvious how you and shu met

being under the same v-tuber brand, it was easy to meet up with yamino and because of your job, you guys met up often and there was no shortage of you collabing together on each other's channels

the fandom adores you two so much and luxiem loved your company, so it was as if written by fate that you two would connect

initially, you thought shu yamino was pretty cool. and he is!

but then it wasn't just a first impression thing. it was for all the impressions after.

he was humorous, intelligent and witty, absolutely kind and there are times where you just feel like putting your hands on the screen to pinch his cheeks from how cute he is

especially the times where he gets flustered or teased by the chat

did i mention you're the only one who lets you call him nerd without getting mad?

chat usually (jokingly) attacks you for getting that kind of privilege, but it becomes fuel to their fire of adoring you two

"it's just a crush. he's a coworker," you told yourself, catching yourself daydreaming about shu the nth time that week.

but again, like how the stars had scribbled it for you on the pages of your fate, they don't plan on letting you just to have a crush on the sorcerer

as times passes by, more frequent calls, more collabs, you can't help but just ache when shu excuses himself for the day, wishing you goodbye

though most times you dismiss him after that, you'd be lying if you said you wish you could stop him from disconnecting

when days were bad, you find yourself calling out to shu and it doesn't help that he immediately comes to your side without fail

shu became a safe space for you, one you didn't dare let go

a working wifi connection and a device was literally the only way to keep you interacting with shu

would anything change if you were physically there with shu...?

you hoped it would

what would it be like to hold his hand? did he have soft hands or more calloused? probably the former...

you slap yourself on the head, "stop it, y/n. he's your friend and co worker. how could you think like this?"

lady fate says otherwise as she keeps bringing you and shu together.

and today, she's just done it as nina went to private message you.

Nina Kosaka [NIJISANJI EN]: hey y/n! Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: hey ninaa what's up? Nina Kosaka [NIJISANJI EN]: i couldn't help but think Nina Kosaka [NIJISANJI EN]: what if you and shu did an offcollab together? like just you two?

you wished you could kiss nina for that brilliant idea

Nina Kosaka [NIJISANJI EN]: i thought it was pretty unfair that shu couldn't come and since you and shu are pretty close, i thought i'd pitch that idea in with you if you aren't too bothered by it Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: NINA LEMME KISS YOU THAT'S SUCH A GOOD IDEA! Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: i have a bit of work left to do but once that's done, i can probably schedule a bit of time with shu!! Nina Kosaka [NIJISANJI EN]: oh that's great!! i'm so glad to hear that >w<

you smile upon the thought of meeting up with shu yamino in real life. a dream wasn't it? you imagine all the things you could do with him

probably a lot of streaming together obviously, trying new things, showing each other what they have in your local regions

but then you had a thought

shu was incredibly sad after he said goodbye to you today

what if

you met up with him as a surprise?

you go back onto discord, texting nina

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: ninaur Nina Kosaka [NIJISANJI EN]: what's up honey Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: do u think management has shu's address? Nina Kosaka [NIJISANJI EN]: i think so yeah, why? why not just ask him? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: i plan to make it a surprise actually Nina Kosaka [NIJISANJI EN]: OMG OMG OMG THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA Y/NNNNN GO FOR IT MANAGEMENT HAS IT I THINK GOGOGO ASK

with nina's support, you immediately go contact management and indeed they did have his address. after hearing your request and reason behind it, they are more than happy to give it you and even wished you good luck

after that, you decided to pretty much speedrun your work while planning up your trip to see shu

book tickets, plan stream schedules, accommodation...

it sounds stressful, but to you, all that is shrouded under the idea of meeting up with shu

thinking that it was good idea to consult to his friends within luxiem first, you went to vox for advice

"hello?" he calls out from the other line

you smile, "hey, vox! sorry, do you have time? i have something to talk about with you."

"oh yeah, i'm free. what's up?"

you tell him of your plans and nina's initial involvement, laying out what your basic idea of what you'd been doing

"holy shit, that's such a good idea. and i could definitely tell shu was genuinely super upset he couldn't come with us this time," he agrees. "i'm sure he'd be really happy to see you, y/n. and are you sure you're here to just cheer him up?"

you could hear the mischief in his voice then and you turn a thousand shades red at what he's insinuating

to be exact, vox actually knew that you were emotionally attached to shu. from the way you behave around him, the way you talk to him, the way you treat him

the demon can definitely see that you have some sort of admiration towards the sorcerer

"oh hush, vox. i just want him to cheer up. when i talked to him today on call, he was so so sad. i couldn't bare to see him like that."

and that was true, this applied to vox as well

"you know, i've never seen anyone care so much about shu. of course, we all care about him, but yours is different, y/n. you know that right?" vox points out

you stay quiet, absorbing his words

perhaps he was correct and maybe it was time to admit so

"maybe. i just... want shu to be happy. i sound selfish but if i could do something about it, i would."

vox chuckles softly, "of course you would. and thank you, for continuing to care and worry about him for us in luxiem. also, y/n, would you consider maybe... confessing to him about this?"

huh??

"vox, no! i could never. he probably doesn't feel the same. he doesn't right?"

now you were just denying your heart's own wishes. of course you hoped shu would feel the same, but something else told you that he probably didn't.

and that maybe it was safer to stay quiet about things

you couldn't take such a risk with shu, one of your closest friends

vox hums, "not exactly my place to tell, love, but i have an inkling that it might be mutual."

"stop joking around, you sadist."

he laughs, "i'm a sadist yes, but no, i'm not joking. i seriously think he might have the same feelings. from the times i watched you and shu stream together, there's something so different about him. like, he... laughs more? he looks so much more like himself when he's around you. and i'm 400 years old so i have valid experience with this."

you roll your eyes, "why thank you, milord. anyway, it's still safer for me to say nothing about it."

vox sighs, "alright fine. but consider to do it one day, okay? you guys have been super close for a long time. i thought this one time you get to see him in person would be a good time to do it."

you see his point, you really do. and you would consider confessing to shu about how you feel if only it weren't because of your damned self esteem

days go by and shu has already started to get back up on his feet. the mention of not going to the offcollab tasted bitter on his tongue but he learned how to cope with it

you on the other hand couldn't wait to board that plane and drive up to his house, surprising him for an offcollab together like what he would've had with the luxiem boys and nina

"you know what, y/n? you seem to be in a very excited mood lately. has something happened that i didn't know of, huh?" shu asks you one day, feigning offense like you have been purposely neglecting to tell him something important

you merely giggle, the surprise hidden beneath your tongue, "you're overthinking things, shu. nothing much has happened. i've just been feeling super happy lately is all."

his momentary silence speaks to you in a way you catch that he's not sure to accept your answer

"okay, i'm glad for that..."

you laugh away at his comment, changing the subject quickly to avoid exposing yourself

and that's it!

today's the day you finally get to see shu!

with the rest of the luxiem boys informed of the wonderful surprise (and vox's never ending teases and encouragement), they send you all their support and you're off to see the sorcerer

you'd caught wind beforehand that today shu would be streaming by the time you got to his house, so you planned to show up at the end of his stream

the entire journey there, your stomach was doing flips and you simply couldn't take off the grin on your face

after reaching land, you catch a cab real quick and make yourself over to shu's address. you check your phone and shu is indeed still streaming, nearing the end of his two hour mark.

it felt as though every step you took was lighter, your heart also beat a lot faster the closer you got

phone in hand, you text shu

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: yo shu, u still streaming? Shu Yamino [NIJISANJI EN]: yeah just about to end Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: good! Shu Yamino [NIJISANJI EN]: um okay???? why????

but you purposely don't answer him, leaving him confused and even on stream the last you checked it. it left you giggling and when you reach the destination the driver informed you of, you get off quickly

you then ring the doorbell

from the inside of the house, you don't really hear anyone. but after a few minutes, you hear some shuffling and rushed steps towards the door

just like the fast pace of their footsteps, your heart too thumps just as rapidly

there are a few clicks sounding from the door then it swings open

you see pale skin, dark hair adorned with its trademark yellow highlight at the top of his head

and then his purple eyes

you thought they were pretty online, never thought they were mesmerizing in real life though

"y-y/n?????" is the first thing shu says, seeing who it is at the door who dare disturb him during his work. his pointy mouth drops open and for a full minute he doesn't believe what his eyes are perceiving

you wave with the biggest grin on your face, "are you gonna say something, shu?"

he shakes his head out of his trance and without much to say, he lunges forward and squeezes you with all his might

you laugh out loud and hug him back, you were about to let him go when you realize that shu isn't letting go just yet

he keeps holding you and there was not a single opening where he was going to ease the pressure of his embrace

but you weren't complaining either

it was a full few minutes before you feel shu shift, "sorry, i was just... super happy you're here. you of all people."

wh-what did he mean by that?

you giggle nervously, patting his back, "i'm glad. i thought you were so upset you couldn't join the boys for the offcollab so, here i am. actually no, nina came up with idea. i couldn't leave you to be alone, could i?"

shu pulls away and gives you a smile you've never seen on him. or was it because you had never seen him smile in real life...?

whatever it was, the look in his eyes was just so gentle. like you were touching the soft fur of an animal. it brings you warmth. and safety.

"all that matters is that you're here now. thank you for making the time to come," his hold on you lingers, like he was reluctantly letting you go (or you wished it to be). shu gestures towards the inside of his house, "come in! i'll get you a drink. your trip was probably exhausting. you can sit on the sofa."

you nod and make yourself comfortable while shu sees to your beverage done

wow

shu yamino in the flesh

his warm hug from earlier left a pleasant burn on you. you wanted to feel it all over again

later, shu comes in with two glasses of iced water. he places one near you and the other near where he sits.

"man, it's so, so good to see you! you're shorter in real life," he grins

you slap his arm, "oh shut up. i'm not that different."

"hmm, nah."

"shu yamino! is this how you welcome a coworker who's gone overseas for you?"

he shakes his head while laughing, "that was your choice, y/n!"

the teasing aside, you were genuinely having a lovely time with shu around, the unnecessary butterflies flapping about in your stomach. but you didn't mind it this time.

you just had to make sure you'd never feel like this around shu, for his sake. even despite vox's encouragement.

...maybe

"look, i haven't set up next week's schedule yet but i kinda wanna plan our offcollabs together now. you okay with that?" the sorcerer grins, looking at you expectantly. you giggle as you nod. he smiles, "cool! so, where are you staying? a hotel?"

"yeah, it's not too far from here. actually, i should probably go check in--"

as you stood to grab your phone, shu suddenly grabs your wrist. your heart stops for the faintest second

almost as if not realizing what he had just done, he slowly lets go of your hand and looks away.

"sh-shu?" you call out

he clears his throat and offers you a courteous beam, "so-sorry! it's just that um... i thought you could just stay here in the guest room. hotels can be pricey, you know?"

he-

you internally inhale, looking away as your ears turn red.

why did he have to be so kind?

"we-well, i can just cancel my booking then, if you don't mind me staying here."

shu shakes his head rapidly. "no, of course not! i offered after all."

way, way too kind. no, wait he's just being polite... right?

after settling in, your stuff already organized and with shu loyally by your side to make sure you have everything ready. he asked if you needed more towels, any extra chargers, toothbrushes and the like...

your heart simply couldn't take it when he continued to fuss if you had everything you needed

"shu, i'm good. i promise. i properly packed my things," you touch shu's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile in hopes he could finally calm down

he laughs, rubbing a spot at the back of his head, embarrassed. "sorry, it's just that it's been a while since i had someone over to stay. and it's you no less."

every time he said that like you were some special vip coming to his house made you feel like one, as much as your little crush on him said.

the first night at shu's house was mostly just staying in. with shu even cooking dinner for you

you never figured he was a decent cook, mentioning once that his go-to meal was instant noodles

that night, he also invited you to play together for the first time

sure, you two played a lot online but it's always different when you play games together in real life. as shu's eyes focus on the screen with much intensity, you couldn't help but giggle to yourself, catching his attention immediately

he raises an eyebrow at you, "hm? what's up with you?"

you pause, closing your mouth with your hands. it doesn't help that your face is bright red

well, shu just caught you giggling to yourself looking at him. why wouldn't you?

"no-nothing! just thought of something funny is all," you lie through your teeth. but knowing shu, he probably saw right through you

he stares at you head on and you start to feel antsy

"shu...?"

now it's his turn to change red?

stop beating so fast, heart.

for a full minute, you and shu swapped no words with each other, broken only by an incoming discord message from your phone

you look down and see it's from vox

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: hey love how's it going with shu? met up with him okay?

you gulp, stealing a glance at the still red shu before deciding to message vox back

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: yeah! he let me crash at his guest room instead of a hotel Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: oh he did, did he? i see:) Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: shut up vox he's in the same room as me rn Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: OH HE IS, IS HE? Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: y/n my dear do u kno how proud i am of you for progressing so far? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: VOX U BETTER SHUT UP BEFORE I BLOCK U Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: hey now no need to play dirty with your long time buddy vox eh? anyway Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: have you finally considered actually confessing to him soon?

you blink and bite your lip.

the idea was scary, intimidating. all for the right reasons.

shu was your closest friend and one you wouldn't want to lose all because of your silly little crush on him.

okay not little but still

then again, if he was a good friend, he'd just gently reject you and still be friends anyway right? there was no way shu would slowly distance himself from you because of all that

"y/n?" the said man calls out to you, finally breaking the terribly uncomfortable silence. you hum, looking up at him. "you sort of just... zoned out there. you good?"

remembering again that you were still there with shu, you shake your head and slowly stood

"i'm alright, i promise," you reassure him, holding your phone to your stomach. "i'll be back in a minute okay? i gotta respond to this real quick."

without rly waiting for his response, you rush out of the room and into the far end of the hallway

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: sorry i needed to get out of the room for a sec Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: and here i thought u actually confessed Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: vox istg Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: u kno what nvm serious talk Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: what would happen if he rejects me? Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: hmmm idk for sure but y/n i feel like he's gonna accept you. he probably has a crush on you too you know Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: like i said a few weeks back, i see the signs on him Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: just answer the question will you? i just wanna be sure Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: alright finee Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: in my opinion shu wouldn't be the type to suddenly not be friends with you anymore Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: he's a pretty chill guy and would never want to hurt anyone, especially you Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: you rly think so? Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: yep that's what i think

so, maybe... maybe it was actually okay to confess to him soon?

in the end, you were only afraid that you'd lose shu as a friend if things went awry

knowing that he'd still be there for you like before even after the confession made it seem less daunting

if only by a bit

you sigh, your head starting to feel heavy

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: alright fine i'll think about it Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: for real?? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: yeah just not today Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: okay if u say so love, take it easy Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: i believe in you and shu Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: thanks vox that means a lot

and you really did think about it for the next few days

when you went to bed the first night, your hands were sweaty at the thought of confessing to shu about how you feel

in the morning, your head pounded because of the lack of sleep but it soon washed away when you saw shu with a slight bedhead and only in his pajamas

it made you smile and your teeth rotten at the sweet sight

but this reminds you of what vox told you last night, thus now your head is filled with nothing but that

the first few streams went successful too! the yaminions and your own fandom were thrilled to see you having an offcollab as the other luxiem members had their own

to the chat, it seemed not too different from how you and shu would collab online

but to you?

you wished it could be like this for as long as the world let you

his smile, his jokes, his voice, the way sometimes his hand would brush against yours, the way he taught you patiently about a game you could not get the hang of

geez

it all toppled over inside you, your feelings

until you simply couldn't handle it anymore

shu noticed this unfortunately, touching your shoulder to catch your attention as you two sit casually to rest after a stream

you turn to him. "yeah?"

"you seem to be distracted lately. are you actually okay?" his brows furrow with concern and the beating of your heart quickens more than usual

it felt like vox's words were tugging at you, urging you to tell shu how much you wish you could be more than friends, how you wish you could protect his smile and be the selfish reason you make him so happy

if shu wasn't here, it would honestly make you cry at the reality those were not real

you take a long deep breath in and take shu's hand off your shoulder, your fingers enjoying the momentary smooth skin of shu (a quality of his you had discovered yesterday) before placing it down on his lap.

you smile and began, "shu, i have to tell you something."

sensing this was no joke, shu put away his phone and properly faced you.

he returns your smile, nodding at you expectantly

"okay," you whisper to yourself. then you look him in the eye, "shu yamino. i... i've been crushing on you for a long time."

then the smile on the sorcerer falters

confidence -1

but you decide to pull through. "si-since a few months after we met. i thought it was just admiration. i tried to control it because you were a coworker. but i just couldn't. i kept falling and it wasn't until a couple weeks before i left to come here that vox encouraged me to confess."

shu still wasn't saying anything.

confidence -5

"on the first night staying here, vox actually texted me about it. that's when i thought, 'fine, i'll do it.' so... yeah, here i am," you squeeze your eyes shut for a bit, then open them back while hoping that shu was finally going to say something

but still, much to your heart's dismay, his lips are sealed shut

honestly, you didn't know what else to say either

sh-should you just give him time to find an answer?

you gulp, reaching out to shu, "hey--"

"sorry."

you pause

"i-i don't think i feel the same."

part 2 here!

Masterlist!

#author chan’s delivery service 🧺#nijisanji en #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #yaminoart #shu yamino fluff #shu yamino imagines #author chan’s delivery service ?

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lovecolibri · 2 years

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Things that did NOT Spark Joy-4x13

I already know this is gonna be long and incredibly salty so that’s your warning! Not much is going to escape my wrath here so if you just want to continue revealing in all the good, happy, Malex wedding feels, that post is here. Otherwise, click the read more at your own risk because this is messy, and I’m going full salt gremlin! And that’s not even including the stuff I forgot, or had notes about and was just too tired to bother with today. Don’t say you weren’t warned! One final time friends!

Link to previous episode posts: 4x01, 4x02, 4x03, 4x04, 4x05, 4x06, 4x07, 4x08, 4x09, 4x10, 4x11, 4x12

Where to even fucking start?

A character having flashbacks to the tragic death of another character are all well and good, but we a) have to care about that other character, and b) they have to have been dead for like, at least a little bit. Ending last episode with Tezca dying for some reason, only to immediately start this one with Isobel flashing back to losing someone they just found out wasn’t their mortal enemy was...a bit much and in an episode where so much needed to happen, it felt like a waste of time. We were all there, we know she died. It JUST happened.

We went 3 seasons without a single mention of The Blue Flame and we for sure could have gone a 4th. Never before seen power from the one alien NOTORIOUS for having zero control? Some fancy thing only Jones had but yet we never saw Jones use or mention? We didn’t need it considering the series STARTED with Max taking out the whole power grid for the town with his lack of control. If they wanted him to give up his powers because he was a danger to Liz, that scene of him losing his temper and impaling her with something would have been enough.

Every. Single. Flashback to Oasis or after the crash has not made sense with any other flashback to the point where I wish they wouldn’t have bothered. Remember when Max was chained up and we wanted to know more? I take it back. Tell me less. Then I wouldn’t have to question how TF an entire planet’s ecosystem runs on crystals that only one evil man with a special gift no one else has ever had, has the power to bring life to.

Clyde is The Worst and I’d rather have had Jones, or had Jones NOT be totally mad-with-power evil and had Jesse/the US Military be the final big bads, or Evil Tezca the shapeshifter, or literally anything else. We didn’t need a Dollar Store Jones knockoff.

ALEX JUST DISAPPEARS BETWEEN ONE SCENE AND THE NEXT WITH NO EXPLANATION. And when we DO get something, of course it’s not about ALEX, or has him asleep in a bed in the background, or includes MICHAEL being allowed to worry about Alex and his healing and refusing to leave Alex’s side. The man was dying of radiation poisoning but sure that’s something that can just entirely happen off screen while Michael gets wrapped up in other things without a single glance back. Thank goodness we didn’t waste time on Alex possibly dying before he and Michael get the chance to get married so they could make room for more m*ria scenes 🙄

If they knew the star map was broken and they had time, why didn’t they just...take the console away from the portal and hide it somewhere? Borrow a truck from Deep Sky and have someone (m*ria, so they could make sure she was looking “useful” but it would get her out of the fucking way for once) drive it TF out of town as far and as fast as they could? Then use Bonnie’s powers to take away Clyde’s or something instead of just leaving it there and waiting for him to come back. And if their plan didn’t work, oh well! Guess another planet trying to put itself back together for the past 75 years is going to be pulverized for the sake of one dudes ego! But we tried and it’s the thought that counts! 🙄

Maybe instead of sitting around flipping through a magazine, m*ria could be the one helping Liz and researching stuff? Instead of the man who nearly just died and is supposed to be resting? But she wouldn’t get anything out of it so I guess not.

Love how Kyle has to thank HER for saving Isobel, and not Michael who figured out what they could get from the roots of the burned trees to mimic the fruit fuel, not Max who helped capture Clyde and held off the storm, and then healed the land when they needed something from it, not Dallas who used his gifts to get the fuel back, no mention of Tezca who sacrificed herself to help talk Max through what he needed to do, nope! It’s definitely all down to m*ria learning astral projection in half an hour to get info they could have easily could have had happen a different way. Isobel is our mindscaper, she could have gotten the info to Kyle to solidify their connection and give us some Kybel crumbs, but then what would m*ria have to do?

And then, turns out, she can’t help find Rosa whose grave she went to every day for a decade but can’t be bothered with now that she’s breathing, because she’s too “drawn” to Dallas to focus on anyone else?! Give me a break 🙄🙄🙄 First of all, finding a childhood friend who is in danger and needs your help should be enough to get you to quit focusing on the new dick you’re trying to hop on, second of all, the show has spent how long forcing all these other characters to praise the ground she walks on as she’s actively being selfish and awful to them, only for her to be unable to help her “best friend” in her time of desperate need because she doesn’t feel “safe” with anyone else but Dallas? Okay. That tracks. Had to invent something for her to do to have another 5 extra scenes this episode instead of giving us a scene of Kyle and Michael talking about how Alex, ya know, the one who was DYING, is doing. Soooo glad we made more time for this instead. 🙄

Clyde and now Shivani are holed up in yet another abandoned church! Who knew Roswell had so many! It feels like just earlier this season they were mentioning the one abandoned church that everyone knew about so that had to be the one they were looking for! 🙄 Season 1 was the multiple bunkers, season 2 was the season of bunkers and barns, 3 was barns and caves, this season was caves and abandoned churches. Everyone and their mother got one! Maybe if they hadn’t spent all that money on having a dozen new caves and bunkers and barns and churches they could have paid for more time using the Crashdown set so every other scene didn’t have to happen in the bar.

Love that the tech guru who is super duper into medical equipment because of trying to save her daughter doesn’t know what the machine Clyde brought was, but somehow magically learned bioengineering because “pod mist”. Also, Clyde....extracted Rosa’s...powers? From her blood? Her frequency powers magically heal alien crystals by...injecting them? With her distilled blood? From some ancient looking earth machine? That was not built to distill alien powers? I can’t.....

Why did we have to lose Kyle for multiple episodes looking for Allie in Mexico with Eduardo when all it took was a single call from Liz to bring her back? Did...we not think of trying that before? But then the narrative would have had to care about Kyle and use him, maybe for things outside of Liz or Isobel, and we can’t have that.

Liz of course immediately blabs about the existence of aliens to yet another veritable stranger since she hasn’t seen Allie in years, without the approval of anyone who is actually an alien. Remember season 1 when everyone was deathly afraid of anyone finding out their secret? I wish they had kept some of that vibe.

I peripherally feel bad for Shivani, she just wanted to save her daughter, but after eating up so much screentime this season I’m just too tired to really care. We got more effort and screentime put into saving this random girl that they didn’t even end up saving than into finding and saving Alex. What a fucking waste.

Remember when there was so much speculation fic after season 2 when Alex got with Forrest that season 3 would have Michael getting the chance to go to Oasis and either getting there and the angst of having to watch him leave maybe in the finale, or him having to choose between going, or having to miss the chance to go in order to save Alex? Every single fic, drabble, and speculation was better than anything they tried to do this season about Michael being “torn”. Because at this point it was never a question of if he would leave Alex or not. There were never any stakes, no either/or situation, either Michael chose to go and took Alex with him, or he chose to say with Alex. Or possibly chose to go but not sure if Alex would be able to survive, but it would have been with Alex’s full support and their relationship being fine. They kept trying to have dramatic scenes about Michael feeling guilty about wanting to go but none of them ever landed because there were no stakes! Alex wouldn’t tell him “no” about going, he’d offer to come and if he couldn’t come, he’d wait for Michael and they’d have a mushy scene about it and figure out a way to communicate while Michael was gone. I will never understand the writers insistence on trying to drum up drama out of nothing when they already HAD plenty of drama with Malex that they kept starting and never following through on!

Reiterating how stupid this m*ria/Dallas plot is, crammed into the finale and taking up time when we could have been learning more about Alex’s healing and having Kybel scenes. This won’t be the last time I mention this, but I got to yet another m*ria scene in my episode notes and I honestly can’t believe I made it through watching this whole episode. Dallas left anyway! Why try to build up this relationship now instead of focusing on Kybel who got built up off and on all season only to get totally shafted in the finale?!

Classic villain mistake. Clyde threw Michael and Bonnie, why didn’t he throw Dallas too? Or just snap their necks and move on with his day? It’d be very in character for who they decided Clyde was going to be like, 4 episodes ago. So is he super smart and sooo powerful, or incompetent? As always with these writers, the answer is “it depends on what we need for the scene.”

I cannot express how utterly stupid this thing is with the console needing a sprinkling of fruit juice to work is. We already talked about the giant tree in a shed covered in alien fruit that no one found for 75 years even though everyone supposedly knew about the abandoned church in front of it. But lets talk about why TF we need it anyways when we’ve had 3 seasons about aliens and tech working on electricity and the little electric charges Liz found studying their blood and WHY TF DOESN’T THE CONSOLE NEED AN ALIEN HANDPRINT OR SOMETHING TO RUN?! How much time was wasted this season on this alien fruit that we did not need to spend time on?!

Why did they show Liz shooting a plunger syringe at Clyde? Him getting stuck with the needle wouldn’t do anything, you have to push the plunger! Unless they were expecting it to break on impact and hope he was dosed enough? Same with the one hidden in her sleeve where should couldn’t have pressed the plunger!

Why did the whole mark show up on his palm? He had the brand on his shoulder before and it had to be burned into him in that shape! A needle stick “reversing” his mark removal should either have it showing back up in the same place, or not show up in that shape at all because that was the shape of the brand and the thing stopping him was the alien glass in the brand. Then again, at this point, just typing this out, I’ve clearly thought more about this plotline than the writers ever did.

m*ria has barely spoken to Max this entire series but sure, SHE’S the one who should be having this talk with Max. The ONLY reason they had to have her be the one to talk to him, is to have her offer to astral project across multiple galaxies to peek at Oasis because that’s apparently a thing she can do now! Even though a couple hours ago she could even look for her best friend in the same town without having Dallas next to her (also, how did the one Liz couldn’t even tell was alien when she first checked, be more powerful than any of the ACTUAL aliens? Oh right, because the writers had to keep inventing ways to make her useful because she’s utterly superfluous to the narrative), and then they didn’t even show us that scene, only told us about it later! Again, ISOBEL is the one with the mind powers. They couldn’t have opened the portal and had Isobel stand in front of it and put out some feelers or something? Right, because that would once again leave m*ria with nothing at all to do.

I’ve already talked at length about how utterly disgusting it was to have m*ria not only a part of the wedding, but the only one to have a full conversation with Alex in this episode besides the incredibly short one he had with Michael during the reception, but it cannot be stressed enough what a slap in the face this choice was. Her comments about him being against marriage as a teen are tone deaf considering he COUDLN’T legally get married at that time (who wants to bet he said that one of the times she was trying to make a pact with him that they’d marry each other if they weren’t with someone by like, 30 or something?) She has hurt him so many times and in so many ways while acting like she never did anything wrong and Alex has never been allowed to be upset, or hurt, or even TALK about his feelings about what she did. So having her here in this moment instead of Kyle who we have seen being actively supportive of Alex and Michael for 3 full seasons now, and who we just saw being the ONLY one to encourage Michael in going after Alex and making sure Michael didn’t lose hope as well as (apparently, since we didn’t see or hear about it) saving Alex’s life earlier that same day, is ridiculous! At least if it was Liz who we have been begging to have more scenes with Alex it would be someone who has done about as much to support Alex as m*ria has (nothing) while NOT hurting him nearly as much. Or we could have had Greg (since Alex getting kidnapped for some reason did NOT result in meeting Mindy and Clay Manes or even bringing back either brother we’ve already met) but OH NO, that would be awkward for poor m*ria and we can’t have her feeling uncomfortable at a wedding that has nothing to do with her! 🙄🙄🙄 So the entire conversation is one tone deaf comment, then making everything about her and her love life, with NOTHING about being supportive of him and Michael and the wedding he’s about to have. Par for the fucking course with her.

It says a lot too of who they wanted to be the center of attention at the wedding given everyone else is in muted colors, Isobel, Liz and Rosa are all in funeral-ish BLACK for some reason, while they put m*ria in the loudest most visible color possible. But this wedding is about Malex. For sure. That’s why instead of watching them dance or hearing their vows, we had to suffer through m*ria trying to get with Dallas. Did she go call Greg on their way to the wedding or is still still putting it off? Probably smart since Dallas is leaving and we all know she’s gotta be with SOMEONE at all times. Maybe Dallas will come back for the Echo wedding and she’ll be able to make that one about her relationship drama too!

Isobel makes the comment that Sanders stuck by Michael through all of his screwups proving the writers STILL do not understand how Michael’s actions were a front to keep people from looking too closely at what he was hiding, a trauma response, and a lot of it to protect Max and especially Isobel. And they don’t understand that Walt LOVES Michael and did what any parent worth their salt would do, and loved Michael as best he could through everything Michael did.

THEY SKIPPED THE WEDDING. Yeah, we get a bit of it in a montage later but NO VOWS, no hearing the pronouncement of “you may kiss the groom”, no hearing them whisper something sweet to each other when one looks like they might be loosing their composure, NOTHING. Just a montage where we have to watch fucking m*ria walk Alex down the aisle instead of seeing Alex up there with his best man Kyle, the childhood friend he lost and then found again, and MICHAEL who has been looking for a family since the start of the show getting walked down by his siblings and dad. Talk about undercutting your own narrative!

Also, given Alex was just dying and spent weeks on his prosthetic in an alien hellscape, is there a reason they couldn’t be bothered to remember his disability and put him in a wheelchair for the ceremony and let Michael be walked to him? Let Alex be a little self-conscious because this isn’t how he wanted the wedding to go and Michael reminding him that he loves ALL of Alex and his disability IS going to change things about their lives but Michael is ready for all that and he’s getting to marry Alex so who cares about literally anything that happens on the way to that being a legal fact for them!

The gazebo has been an Echo thing since prom, while Alex randomly brought it up this season. Why not have them get married at the junkyard under that metal trellis we saw during their big "I want to know who you are" moment? Or at Foster Ranch? Or out in the desert where they used to park? Or the drive-in? Or the reservation so his mom and at least one brother could come? Or their own fucking backyard??? Why have it in a place that holds NO significance for them across 4 seasons of the show?

The joke Michael makes about being made into an “honest man” is not only gross in all contexts of it ever being used for any couple across all time, ever, it’s also extra ridiculous here considering Michael has canonically said he’s been dreaming of marrying Alex since he was a teen! This is all he has wanted for over a decade! He then goes on to make a quip about embarrassing Alex over the years, AGAIN proving the writers don’t know anything about these characters because Alex wasn’t ashamed of Michael. Alex was SCARED after his dad committed a hate crime against them and maimed Michael for life (baring alien healing)!! He thought that Michael's acting out and not going to school was HIS FAULT. He was worried when he came back that if Jesse caught a whiff of Michael doing something illegal he would have an excuse to go after Michael and if Alex was associating with him, could have gotten Alex in trouble with the military because of his security clearance. You know, the job that pays for Alex’s medical benefits because he’s disabled? He was terrified as he learned more of what his dad had been doing literally experimenting on aliens, that he could make Michael disappear into his lab and keeping distance kept Michael safe. But the writers would have to care about Alex outside of how his existence affects Michael sooo we get this instead.

For some reason, while Vlamburn are inventing what love looks like on the dance floor, we’re stuck watching m*ria being forced into the center of everyone’s attention again because this wedding was never going to be about MALEX. Poor Dallas does not deserve any of this. I’m glad he left to Oasis. I’m sure she’ll have a new boyfriend by the time he gets back (or Greg if she hasn’t broken up with him yet), but maybe he’ll find a nice alien who isn’t narcissistic, selfish, and manipulative.

Looks like Bonnie is going to have to learn to deal with rude, grabby handed racists while being paid who knows what under the table since she technically doesn’t exist. I’m sure m*ria is thrilled to save some money on her taxes by not reporting any of that. Bonnie will surely love the kind of clients that frequent The Pony and will in no way be traumatized by them. 🙄

We could have seen a soft morning after for Malex that gets interrupted by Isobel again, but with a far happier conclusion, them loading the car with their packed bags, then going to see Max off before driving out of town at sunrise. Instead, once again, the big Malex moment takes place on a dark, deserted street. Yeah, the truck is decked out with a sign and cans, but there is no one to see them driving off. Them leaving the Crashdown in the morning, driving through a bustling Roswell morning and off into the bright sunrise would have hit better than a deserted street in the middle of the night. It’s literally the same as the s3 finale, with them alone on the street in the dark.

Ending the series with the main couple apart?! Not filming a second ending for if they got canceled where Liz hops into the portal after Max?! Having the last scene being Max again putting what he wants on hold to do what he thinks is expected of him which is NOT growth, and Liz crying and utterly alone at the portal because they didn’t have Malex and Kybel at least standing by to offer their goodbyes and support Liz? WHY?? How is that in any capacity a satisfying ending? The show started by telling us Liz left alone when they had planned to go together and then they spent a decade apart. Why would it not end it with Max being the one to leave, and Liz deciding to go with him to look at alien oceans?!

Max looks exactly like Jones! Did...did anyone plan for the people of Oasis to just...kill him on sight?! He really said, I look exactly like their behated dictator, oh well! and jumped in without a plan. If only Michael had been allowed to jump into a hole without a plan OH WAIT! Because he was doing it to rescue the love of his life, and because it was Michael about Alex it was wrong. But this is Max so of course it’s the right thing to do without giving a second thought or leaving any time to research and plan.

Unanswered Questions! (Just the big ones from this season because if I have to think about the unanswered questions from the show as a whole, I will lose my mind)

What was The Alighting? And how did they figure out a woman who wasn’t even born yet when they went into their pods was the key to bringing it?

What exactly was Ophiuchus? Prophecy? Religion? Hoax made up by Jones?

What happened to Alex’s necklace? Dallas picked it up, but later m*ria saw it still down there. Why was it there?

How was Alex part of Jones’s contingency plan?

What happened to Heath?! He said he came to see what was going on with Dallas and yet we never once got to see him interact with Dallas or any other mention that he was updated on what happened to his friend!

#roswell nm #roswell spoilers #things that did not spark joy #4x13 #anti maria deluca #anti maria/dallas #because those are for sure #this will probably be my last set of tagged spoilers posts just a heads up #it's been over a week because i procrastinated on this so i figure that's long enough

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walker-clyde-holstein · 2 years

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charlie hunnam . cis man. he/him ➶ DID YOU SEE THEM ?! they’re finally back as a MENTOR, and you know they’re one of my favourites ! it’s WALKER CLYDE HOLSTEIN , the THIRTY THREE year old WINNER of the SEVENTY-FIFTH hunger games! i’m just so excited to see them returning to the capitol all the way from DISTRICT TEN ! they won their games using A STICKING KNIFE/ HAND TO HAND so their tributes will no doubt be desperate for their wisdom. the capitol just loved them for being so CHARMING , even if they have been known to be RUTHLESS at times. they DO have a child in this years games . ( character IS part of the uprising )

Quick Facts

Full name : Walker Clyde Rebel Holstein

Nickname(s) : Walker, Walkie, Rebel, Holstein, “The Heartbreak Cowboy”

Gender : Cis man

Pronouns : He/Him

Birthday : June 5th, Sixty One

Relationship Status : Single

Family : Two sisters, one brother, (UNKNOWN : one daughter - Violet ), one daughter - Ria.

Moral Alignment : Neutral Good

Likes : Animals, A cold beer in the shower, Being a tease

Dislikes : Misogynists, Being told what to do, The Games

District : Ten

Victor Year : Seventy-Fifth

Uprising : Part of

Background - CW: Drugs, Alcohol, Addiction Mention

All things considered, Walker Clyde had had about as good of a childhood as a kid from Ten could ask for. He was the eldest of his siblings, there were four of them in total-Walker Clyde, two girls and then another boy-and each one was as different as the next.

Walker grew up working alongside his father taking care of the livestock. It was long, hard, dirty work but Walker loved being a cowboy. To him, there was nothing better than rising when the sun was beginning to glow at the horizon but it was still dark enough for the stars to be seen, working the range, and then going home to whatever delicious meal their mother had prepared.

Walker also loved his siblings, he was close with all of them growing up. He loved how strong his sisters were and enjoyed watching them beat boys in every dare, race, and game they encountered as they were often underestimated by their size and gender.

Walker had never liked the Games but he also had been very lucky to never really be directly affected by it. The closest relationship Walker had ever had to someone that had been Reaped was when he was seven or eight he used to fix fences with an older kid that then got Reaped. He had never had a friend or family Reaped.

Then came the 75th Quarter Quell. There would be no Reaping bowl and no volunteers. Instead a morbid pageant of sorts was put on for the Capitol to view children from each District and then vote for who they wanted to be the Tributes for the Quell.

However, after being in the Games, Walker’s internal stance had changed forever. He knew better than to publicly speak ill of the Games but Walker tries to do everything he can to give his Tributes the best shot at winning. Now that there are rumblings of Uprisings, Walker has secretly gotten involved.

After winning his Games, Walker could have relaxed and enjoyed a leisurely Victor life. Instead, Walker still works the range for the majority of the year when he isn’t in the Capitol. He finds it calming and feels it’s where he really belongs.

Though the Victor is also not one to stick strictly to country life. Walker really enjoys the Capitol nightlife so he goes out a lot.

Although this cowboy can usually hold his liquor, there have been a few instances over the years of alcohol and drug induced behavior being captured by the media.

At the beginning of 94, Walker has been sober for three months.

Walker has a large fan base who have been following him since his Victory but he is known as a tease and not the kind of guy to settle down. Those that don’t know him would assume he’s just a party guy who doesn’t want to settle but Walker has deeper rooted issues than meets the eye.

One of those deeper rooted issues has to do with one Georgette Woods. When Walker was seventeen he started dating George. To most it seemed like a casual fling each Games cycle but for George and Walker it was a very deep relationship.

This relationship went on until, unbeknownst to Walker, George got pregnant around the eightieth Games.

However, on the last day when everyone was leaving the Capitol, George seemed to do a 180° and told Walker something along the lines of “Why would I want to be with someone like you?”

Walker tried to hide his hurt and act like what had happened with George didn’t bother him. But that was far from the truth. At first, Walker had given George some space but then had tried to get in contact, if for anything at least to get some closure. But George never replied.

Walker took the hint and tried to move on but he does still think about George and what had happened and wonders sometimes. Walker has not seen George since the eightieth Games.

During the ninety-first Hunger Games, Walker became close with Anacosta Thames. So close that Ana became pregnant with their daughter Ria. No one aside from Ana and Walker knows that Ria is Walker’s daughter. Walker isn’t ready to be a dad full time but he does try to visit and help with Ria as often as he can, usually at least every other week.

When Walker first heard the twist for the 94th Games, he felt a guilty sense of relief, Ria was too young. That was until he was on the train and was watching the other District’s Reaping footage. He was watching District Eight, there was George after all those years. But then the Escort said something that made Walker pale. "Unknown to most this tribute is the child of not one but TWO of our Victors! Violet, why don’t you wave to mom, Georgette Woods, and dad, Walker Clyde Holstein, they must be so proud!”

Games - Blood, Death, Gore

When Walker launched into his Arena he and the other Tributes quickly realized the Arena for this year’s Quarter Quell was different from anything than anyone had ever seen before. As Walker raised up into the Arena on his pedestal and his eyes adjusted, he was confused. Was he in Ten? It sure looked like Ten. He spotted his District mate 50 yards away but no didn’t see anyone else. The countdown began ‘Ten, nine…’ The Cornucopia, where was the Cornucopia? “...one.” A gong and the Games were on.

As the Tributes explored they became aware of what the Arena was…a scaled down replica of Panem. (2500 miles : 25 miles from Edge of Four to Edge of Twelve)

In each District and the Capitol, Tributes have the opportunity to discover two weapons related to the region that have been hidden. (Capitol-Riot Baton, One-Rock pick hammer, Two- Sledgehammer, Three-Spool of wire, Four-Trident, Five-Batteries, Six-Industrial Wrench Seven-Ax, Eight-Fabric Scissors, Nine-Sickle, Ten-Sticking knife, Eleven-Harvest Knife, Twelve-Pickaxe.)

They can also find a “good” known for each. (Capitol-Safe place to sleep, One-“Luxury Items” ie. Sunscreen, sleeping bag, water purifying tablets, Two- Masonry stones, Three-Electronic pieces, Four-Fresh caught seafood, Five-Clean water, Six-Ticket to the Feast, Seven-Wood, Eight-Clothing, Nine-grain based products ie. bread, pasta, etc., Ten-Beef, Eleven-Fruits and Veggies, Twelve-Coal.)

In yet another twist, there were no Sponsors gifts until only six Tributes remained.

As the Games progressed, the Gamemakers caused natural disasters to destroy Districts and force the Tributes together. A tsunami in Four, forest fire in Seven, heat wave in Ten.

In order to attend the Feast and get an item that they desperately needed, Tributes must have found their District’s ticket in District Six. The feast took place in the Capitol. Once at the Feast, Tributes were able to get something that they desperately needed.

When Walker was in the Arena he first tried to stay out of the way of any other Tributes, instead biding his time and collecting supplies. Now armed with a sticking knife, when Walker did encounter more dangerous Tributes he took the offense and used his large size to overtake the Tributes before sticking them like it was no different then sticking livestock.

A train then arrived for each of the Tributes and they could decide to get on it and go to the Feast or stay and not retrieve their item.

Little did they know, after all the trains departed, all the Districts were destroyed along with any Tributes that stayed behind.

When the remaining four Tributes were all in The Capitol for the Feast, a massive sinkhole opened up around the Capitol leaving the Tributes stranded in the Capitol together.

At the Feast the District One female collected a sword, the District Two male collected healing ointment from, the District Four female collected clean water, and Walker Clyde collected a hot meal.

Not only were the Tribute trapped with each other, they were trapped with the mutts the Gamemakers released. At first glance they may have appeared human but looking closer one quickly realized they were some kind of animal humanoid creature that looked not much different than some of the Capolites Walker had seen before the Games. Where Capitolites had a hunger for a chance to see the next Victor, these mutts had a hunger for human flesh.

Then there were two. Walker and the District Two male, Malachite Bernal, who was Maxima Bernal’s brother, faced off in the Avenue of the Tributes.

Malachite had been gifted a sword by a Sponsor and Walker a scalpel chain by his own Sponsor. Both men were large, strong, and determined.

They circled each other before Malachite lunged for Walker, Walker shoved the other male backwards before whipping the chain. The blades slide deep into Malachite’s leg.

Rather than stop the District Two male, this seemed only to enrage him. He lunged forward again, this time his sword slashing through the air with him. Walker raised his arm to block the sword, blade cutting into his forearm.

Walker used his other hand to punch Malachite in the stomach. This caused Malachite to lower his blade and step back.

The blows traded back and forth for some time, each Tribute growing increasingly bloodied until Malachite made a mistake and Walker whipped the scalpel chain perfectly, causing it to wrap around Malachite’s neck. Walker pulled back against the chain. Malachite went down to his knees, grabbing at his throat futility as blood spilled out through his fingers and then his mouth. He fell forward into the growing pool of blood. A few seconds that felt like eternity passed, then a canon.

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Game On {Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano}

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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "Tokyo Revengers", it belongs to its original creator Ken Wakui. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release. Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.

If you're gonna use my idea, please ask me (If you ask nicely, I for sure, will agree). If I don't contact you within a week, then just assume I'm giving you the all clear and go for it. Just remember to credit me.

Warnings: Yandere, Death/Murder, Kidnapping, Alive Emma, Chaining someone, Holding them angst there will, Talk about taking lives, Mention of rape, Faking deaths, bribing

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Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Character(s)/Who's it for: Yandere Bonten Mikey x Draken's Sister

Type: One Shot

Requested By: No One

Word Count: 1.9 K Each, and 3.9 K Total

Summary/Prompt: When Mikey sees his ex-girlfriend again after 12 years, he knows he just can't let her go this time. He needs her. And is willing to do whatever it takes to keep her.

There are two versions. A name selected version (I don't know why, but personally I find it easier - even when reading and feeling like it's from my perspective). And a x Fem Reader Version underneath.

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Today's Special

I'm crazy?

What's crazy is this world that refuses to let me be with you!

~ Unknown

~o~

You survived what you thought would kill you. Now straighten your crown and move forward like the queen you are.

Unknown

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Freya Version (Reader Version Underneath This Version)

{Third P.O.V.}

Pah-chin's wedding was tomorrow. So the girls decided to celebrate Ria, his soon-to-be wife's, last day as an unmarried woman, by hitting as many clubs as they could.

They'd only been here for about an hour, but 3 drinks in, and the blond was ready to call it quits.

"Oh come one, you can't be tapping out already, can you? It's only 1." Emma pouted.

Hinata patted Freya's back, as the younger tried to cool down by laying her head on the cool table in front of them.

"It's fine." Ria said, shooting the girl hugging the table a worried smile.

"No." Freya shook her head, "I am not going to be that person. I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air. That should help. You girls hit the floor, I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Could you watch my bag for me though."

With a nod from Hinata, Freya, slightly swaying in her heels, walked out the closest exit to her.

She pushed open the door, only to freeze, sobering up instantly at the scene in front of her.

There were four men in the alley.

One, forced to kneel down, with his hands behind his head as he stared down the end of a barrel.

The one holding the gun with steady hands, had pink hair, in a mullet, and two scars near the ends of his mouth.

The other was a tall purple haired man. He was casually leaning against the brick wall opposite of her.

And then, there was a white haired man, who nodded his head, and a loud gun shot rang through the area. Though no one except for the four people remaining could hear it.

It took a second for her brain to realize that the man she was staring at, the one who just gave the order.

Was Mikey.

Her Mikey.

"Hey boss, what are we gonna do about her?" Ran asks, pointing to the long haired women who had just witnessed their crime.

Mikey turned around, his once bored eyes widening at the sight of the women in front of him.

She had grown up. Her body filling out in certain places a little more, and the little two piece blue dress he knew she'd could only be wearing because of his sister, only highlighted that fact. Leaving nothing to the imagination. She had let her hair grow out, letting it read her lower back.

But she hadn't changed. She still had the same heart shaped face, and big blue eyes. Eyes that were staring at him in surprise, and fear.

Sanzu's eyes narrowed, as he took the women in.

Draken's little sister.

He'd seen her around Toman multiply times. But never really met her.

Freya's heartbeat sped up, and her body began shaking as she tried to figure out what could have exactly happened, and how she could get out of this mess.

She was struggling to keep her panic at bay, when she heard. "Well we can't exactly leave a witness behind. Just call and tell the clean up crew that there will be another body to take care of."

That was it.

That was the last thing she heard before she fell unconscious.

Mikey had seen that coming, and was next to her in an instant, catching her before she could hit the ground.

Ran and Sanzu looked at them confused, "What just happened?" Ran asked.

Mikey sighed, standing back up with her still in his arms, he answered, "She was always weak as a child. Well Draken was strong, both physically and mentally. She bruised easily, and used to cry over every little thing. She was always the first to crack under pressure." Well the words coming out of his mouth were insulting, the tone he had used clearly gave away how precious she was to him. It was the kindest they had heard him speak to anyone in years.

"Wait? You know her?"

"She's coming with us." Mikey said, ignoring Ran's question.

The two looked surprised at his sudden decision, but couldn't say anything as he began walking away.

Staring down at her unconscious face. Mikey knew, now that he had her in his arms again, there was absolutely no way he could let her go.

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Freya groaned as she woke up. It honestly felt like there was a jackhammer inside her skull, trying to break her head open.

But, it wasn't uncommon after nights out. It took a moment for her groaning in pain, to remember what had happened last night.

She panicked as the scene in the alley came back to her.

She frantically looked around to see she was in a large, king sized bed, with a large black canopy hanging over it.

The walls were a pure white, matching the bed sheets with black flowers embroidered onto them. There was a desk in the corner of the room, and two doors. One across from her, and the other, she assumed led to the bathroom. There were various flowers scattered around the room, in an attempt to give the cold room the illusion that it was full of life, and a single window, which led to a balcony.

She tried to get out, but was stopped only 3 feet away from the bed by something pulling her back.

She looked down to see a silver chain connecting to the wall, leading back to her foot. Where a black, padded cuff was wrapped around her ankle.

It was also at the moment she realized that she was dressed in a white sleeping shirt and some underwear, and nothing else.

Dread began to build up inside of her, and she collapsed against the foot of the bed as she struggled to figure out what to do.

Freya buried her head in between her knees, and her fingers tangled in her golden locks. The momentarily forgotten hangover had returned with vengeance, making it impossible for her brain to think straight.

That was also the reason she hadn't heard someone else enter the room, until she felt a hand on her shoulder, causing her to let out a startled yelp.

The blond turned around to see familiar warm blue eyes staring at her. It was a stark contrast to the last two times she had stared into their icy depths.

"Mikey!" Freya, unable to keep it in anymore, sobbed into his chest. Mikey stayed quite, only wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her closer to him.

She had no idea how long they had stayed like that, a part of her didn't want to let go, but after her past experience she feared that the sudden warmth in him would once again vanish, and she may not get another chance to get her questions answered.

She tried to pull away, before after a couple of inches of space, his arms wrapped around her wouldn't let her go any further. She tried to wiggle out of his hold, but it wouldn't give. So she turned her gaze back up at him, confused at why he wouldn't let her go. It isn't like she could go anywhere with the chain wrapped around her ankle.

The chain!

"What the hell is that?" She asked, pointing to the instrument caging her to the bed.

"It's just an ankle chain." Mikey answered, as if he didn't see the issue with matter.

Freya just shook her head in disbelief, still trying to wrap her head around what was happening, she fired off her next two questions, "And why exactly is it on me? Where are we even?"

Mikey sighed, Takeomi had warned him that she'd ask this. Turning down his advice of tricking her, he decided to be upfront about it. The sooner she came to terms with this, the sooner they could move on and continue with the life they were always supposed to have.

He decided to answer the easier question first, "We're in a mansion in the countryside. As for the chain, it's so you won't leave again."

"What do you mean, 'won't leave again'? Do I need to remind you that YOU were the one who pushed me away. And now what, you're going to keep me locked up like a princess in a tower." Freya scoffed.

"Actually, that's exactly what's going to happen. If I'm not here, then one of the bonten executives and guards will be. If you do somehow get out of the chain, I wouldn't try the door. It's going to be locked, and a guard will always be stationed outside."

Freya's eyes widened, and she frantically shook her head, "No. NO!" She screamed, frantically thrashing around in his hold. She managed to push him away, and fell onto the floor. She backed up, until her back hit the nightstand next to the bed, the handles on the drawers digging into her back. But the women could barely feel them in her panicked clouded mind. "Emma, Hinata, and Ria know I didn't come back last night. By now, everybody knows I'm missing, and are looking for me. Draken won't stop until he knows I'm safe." The blond desperately threatened.

"I know." Mikey nodded. He of all people knew how determined and stubborn the ex-toman members were. "That's exactly why the police have now found a body belonging to a 23 year old woman with long blond hair and blue eyes who was beaten to death, and raped, her face unrecognizable. Along with it, they found your ID."

"No." Freya shook her head, "They'll know it's a fake."

"She was also dressed in your clothes. The clothes you were last seen in." Mikey continued on.

Freya's breathing quicken, "W-well… well…" Her eyes widened with hope as she finally thought of something, "D.N.A. tests, and dentals. Don't they need to run those."

Mikey only shook his head, "Koko's already on that. The police force is practically living in Bonten's back pocket. Those test results will say what I want them to say."

Freya's head fell to the side, as a large lump formed in her throat, making breathing harder and harder. The stinging tears forming glazing her eyes were definitely not helping.

What could she possibly do. She'd been warned by her older brother that Mikey had formed another gang and had his hands in all sorts of shady things, but she hadn't expected to ever meet him again.

And now, she was trapped. He refused to let her go, slamming back into her life like a wrecking ball.

She felt helpless. Because once again, whatever Mikey wanted. Mikey got.

A perk of being invincible.

He chose to leave, and now, he's choosing to do this to her.``

But what choice did she have?

Nothing.

Once again she was helpless because of the same man.

"What do you want?" Freya asked, voice horse from the crying.

Mikey smiled, "Well for starters. You're going to be staying here for quite a while. You'll have everything at your fingertips. Anything your heart desires will be yours."

Freya was tempted to scoff, 'Except my freedom'. But she chose to bite her tongue and hold it in.

"The better your behavior, the more leniency you will receive." Mikey told her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and underneath her legs. He picked her up and set her on the bed.

She wanted to push him away, but the small part of her brain that was still hanging on to reasoning and hope, combined with the warming strength in his embrace, held her back.

So instead, she eased into his hold.

Fine, if Mikey wanted to play this game, Freya would play it.

And she would win!

*****

Fem Reader Version

Legend:

y/n = Your Name

h/c = Hair Color

e/c = Eye Color

{Third P.O.V.}

Pah-chin's wedding was tomorrow. So the girls decided to celebrate Ria, his soon-to-be wifes, last day as an unmarried woman, by hitting as many clubs as they could.

They'd only been here for about an hour, but 3 drinks in, and the h/c women was ready to call it quits.

"Oh come one, you can't be tapping out already, can you? It's only 1." Emma pouted.

Hinata patted y/n's back, as the younger tried to cool down by laying her head on the cool table in front of them.

"It's fine." Ria said, shooting the girl hugging the table a worried smile.

"No." y/n shook her head, "I am not going to be that person. I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air. That should help. You girls hit the floor, I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Could you watch my bag for me though."

With a nod from Hinata, y/n, slightly swaying in her heels, walked out the closest exit to her.

She pushed open the door, only to freeze, sobering up instantly at the scene in front of her.

There were four men in the alley.

One, forced to kneel down, with his hands behind his head as he stared down the end of a barrel.

The one holding the gun with steady hands, had pink hair, in a mullet, and two scars near the ends of his mouth.

The other was a tall purple haired man. He was casually leaning against the brick wall opposite of her.

And then, there was a white haired man, who nodded his head, and a loud gun shot rang through the area. Though no one except for the four people remaining could hear it.

It took a second for her brain to realize that the man she was staring at, the one who just gave the order.

Was Mikey.

Her Mikey.

"Hey boss, what are we gonna do about her?" Ran asks, pointing to the long haired women who had just witnessed their crime.

Mikey turned around, his once bored eyes widening at the sight of the women in front of him.

She had grown up. Her body filling out in certain places a little more, and the little blue dress he knew she'd could only be wearing because of his sister, only highlighted that fact. She had let her hair grow out, letting it read her lower back.

But she hadn't changed. She still had the same heart shaped face, and big e/c eyes. Eyes that were staring at him in surprise, and fear.

Sanzu's eyes narrowed, as he took the women in.

Draken's little sister.

He'd seen her around Toman multiply times. But never really met her.

y/n's heartbeat sped up, and her body began shaking as she tried to figure out what could have exactly happened, and how she could get out of this mess.

She was struggling to keep her panic at bay, when she heard. "Well we can't exactly leave a witness behind. Just call and tell the clean up crew that there will be another body to take care of."

That was it.

That was the last thing she heard before she fell unconscious.

Mikey had seen that coming, and was next to her in an instant, catching her before she could hit the ground.

Ran and Sanzu looked at them confused, "What just happened?" Ran asked.

"Wait? You know her?"

"She's coming with us." Mikey said, ignoring Ran's question.

The two looked surprised at his sudden decision, but couldn't say anything as he began walking away.

Staring down at her unconscious face. Mikey knew, now that he had her in his arms again, there was absolutely no way he could let her go.

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y/n groaned as she woke up. It honestly felt like there was a jackhammer inside her skull, trying to break her head open.

But, it wasn't uncommon after nights out. It took a moment for her groaning in pain, to remember what had happened last night.

She panicked as the scene in the alley came back to her.

She frantically looked around to see she was in a large, king sized bed, with a large black canopy hanging over it.

She tried to get out, but was stopped only 3 feet away from the bed by something pulling her back.

She looked down to see a silver chain connecting to the wall, leading back to her foot. Where a black, padded cuff was wrapped around her ankle.

It was also at the moment she realized that she was dressed in a white sleeping shirt and some underwear, and nothing else.

Dread began to build up inside of her, and she collapsed against the foot of the bed as she struggled to figure out what to do.

y/n buried her head in between her knees, and her fingers tangled in her golden locks. The momentarily forgotten hangover had returned with vengeance, making it impossible for her brain to think straight.

That was also the reason she hadn't heard someone else enter the room, until she felt a hand on her shoulder, causing her to let out a startled yelp.

The h/c turned around to see familiar warm blue eyes staring at her. It was a stark contrast to the last two times she had stared into their icy depths.

"Mikey!" y/n, unable to keep it in anymore, sobbed into his chest. Mikey stayed quiet, only wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her closer to him.

The chain!

"What the hell is that?" She asked, pointing to the instrument caging her to the bed.

"It's just an ankle chain." Mikey answered, as if he didn't see the issue with matter.

y/n just shook her head in disbelief, still trying to wrap her head around what was happening, she fired off her next two questions, "And why exactly is it on me? Where are we even?"

He decided to answer the easier question first, "We're in a mansion in the countryside. As for the chain, it's so you won't leave again."

"What do you mean, 'won't leave again'? Do I need to remind you that YOU were the one who pushed me away. And now what, you're going to keep me locked up like a princess in a tower." y/n scoffed.

y/n's eyes widened, and she frantically shook her head, "No. NO!" She screamed, frantically thrashing around in his hold. She managed to push him away, and fell onto the floor. She backed up, until her back hit the nightstand next to the bed, the handles on the drawers diggin into her back. But the women could barely feel them in her panicked clouded mind. "Emma, Hinata, and Ria know I didn't come back last night. By now, everybody knows I'm missing, and are looking for me. Draken won't stop until he knows I'm safe." The h/c women desperately threatened.

"I know." Mikey nodded. He of all people knew how determined and stubborn the ex-toman members were. "That's exactly why the police have now found a body belonging to a 23 year old woman with long h/c hair and e/c eyes who was beaten to death, and raped, her face unrecognizable. Along with it, they found your ID."

"No." y/n shook her head, "They'll know it's a fake."

"She was also dressed in your clothes. The clothes you were last seen in." Mikey continued on.

y/n's breathing quicken, "W-well… well…" Her eyes widened with hope as she finally thought of something, "D.N.A. tests, and dentals. Don't they need to run those."

Mikey only shook his head, "Koko's already on that. The police force is practically living in Bonten's back pocket. Those test results will say what I want them to say."

y/n's head fell to the side, as a large lump formed in her throat, making breathing harder and harder. The stinging tears forming glazing her eyes were definitely not helping.

What could she possibly do? She'd been warned by her older brother that Mikey had formed another gang and had his hands in all sorts of shady things, but she hadn't expected to ever meet him again.

And now, she was trapped. He refused to let her go, slamming back into her life like a wrecking ball.

She felt helpless. Because once again, whatever Mikey wanted. Mikey got.

A perk of being invincible.

He chose to leave, and now, he's choosing to do this to her.``

But what choice did she have?

Nothing.

Once again she was helpless because of the same man.

"What do you want?" y/n asked, voice horse from the crying.

Mikey smiled, "Well for starters. You're going to be staying here for quite a while. You'll have everything at your fingertips. Anything your heart desires will be yours."

y/n was tempted to scoff, 'Except my freedom'. But she chose to bite her tongue and hold it in.

"The better your behavior, the more leniency you will receive." Mikey told her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and underneath her legs. He picked her up and set her on the bed.

She wanted to push him away, but the small part of her brain that was still hanging on to reasoning and hope, combined with the warming strength in his embrace, held her back.

So instead, she eased into his hold.

Fine, if Mikey wanted to play this game, you would play it.

And you would win!

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This was my first one shot. So if it was a bit choppy, or the speed was a bit off. Sorry. I'm mostly used to writing chapter stories (all of which are still in progress). So this was my first time trying this. Hopefully I'll get better with practice.

But I honestly quit like them. Especially because i switch fandoms I'm into quite quickly. so it lets me write quick pieces, without having to create covers and stories or anything too complicated. it's also great for building up control. when i have a character who already has a story. I can create a one shot for them, instead of writing a longer story, which I may barley get a chance to write. or forcing me to choose which story I'm going to update when I'm in the mood to write for a certain character.

I'm not really sure how well I can exactly write x Readers, this was my first one. So that's why I kept it a fem reader. Maybe when I get better, I can come back and try my hand at a gender neutral reader and publish it under the x Fem Reader Version, but until then, sorry for all my gender neutral readers out there.

I also have a part 2 for this in mind. I still haven't written it. But I've planned it in a way where it can mostly be read as a stand alone by itself as well. I know I said that if there was a part two, I'd come back here and post it.

(Mostly because wattpad is stingy with the number of chapters it lets you post.) But screw it, unless it's a clips story (where I fast forward through all the possible scenes in a story), I'll create part twos. And once I reach the 200 chapter limit. I'll just create another book. And if I hit the 200 book limit, I'll then create another wattpad account. (Which I asked the wattpad support - is perfectly allowed. As long as I'm not misusing it to like trash other accounts and stuff.)

^ This is only for wattpad. For , Quotev, and Ao3, I'll keep it all in one book.

I'm also thinking that once, I have over 10 chapters for a certain story. I'd give it it's own book. Where I'd take it down from the one shot, and give it, it's own book. Where the one shot's chapters would be spread out through the story. I wanted to go for 7, but it's such an odd number. So I decided to go for 10 as the requirement to have it's own book.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers emma #tokyo revengers mikey #yandere #yandere mikey #yandere manjiro sano #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere mikey x reader #yandere mikey x oc #tokyo revengers draken #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo revengers sanzu

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mirclealignr · 4 years

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Party Revelations | s.b

sirius x reader

this is an entry into @im-a-writer-right’s writing challenge. Lmao how late am i? my prompts were “there’s an open seat on my lap” and “you are perfect for me” - they’ll be in bold. I hope you like it, Ria <3

warnings: drinking, swearing i think but i can’t remember, alcohol and a little dialogue heavy, sorry about that.

word count: 3500+

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“I don’t understand why you don’t want to go,” Sirius says, looking at you like a fool as he sits down opposite you for breakfast.

“Because, I have better things to do than get drunk with a bunch of people I don’t like,” You say, taking some fruit from the middle of the table, refusing to look at him.

“But you like me,” he replies, winking when you look up at him.

“Do I? Do you have proof?,” you challenge, cocking an eyebrow.

“I think that blush is proof enough, don’t you?” He smirks as your blush deepens into a dark crimson colour. Damn him. You can literally feel the heat radiating from your cheeks, all caused by the mere words of Sirius Black. How frustrating. You look away, and back to your fruit that seemed oddly unappealing now.

“Alright, well you like Remus and Lily, and they’re going,” Sirius adds, knowing you couldn’t refute that.

“Lily is James’ boyfriend, she's obligated to go. And Remus is James’ best friend, as are you, making you both obligated to go as well,” you smile confidently, picking a pale strawberry off your plate and placing it into your mouth.

“But you’re Lily’s best friend and my-,” he shakes his head, “Well I just want you to go,” He says, flashing you a grin and regaining his composure as quickly as he had lost it. You can’t deny your heart skipped a beat when he said ‘my’, but he hesitated. There was no reason for you to go and torture yourself watching Sirius flirt relentlessly with anything that had two legs. It only gets worse when he drinks anyway. Well, his flirting doesn’t get worse, he just does it in larger quantities, which is worse for you.

“I’m not directly related to the person in question. Hence, I do not have to go,” you say, leaving the table for the library and Sirius behind. That was your final word on the topic, and you knew that if you didn’t leave, Sirius would keep going. Not today, Black, not today.

“See you there then, darling!” He shouts after you, but you don’t turn around. There’s no need, you know he’s going to be on your mind the entire time you’re gone. No point adding fuel to the fire.

The only reason there’s a blasted party anyway, is because James felt the need to throw a huge party for his birthday this year. He’s only just eighteen, in fact the only one who wasn’t eighteen was Peter. But he hadn’t drank since the time he threw up last year from drinking too much, too quickly - he wasn’t right for days. James had managed to convince nearly everyone in the year who were in Gryffindor (and some others) to go to it - he called it a ‘quidditch win / birthday bash’. How mature. He was supplying all the alcohol somehow and no one, no teenager, would give up the chance for free intoxication and a good time. That is, apart from you.

It was the weekend, so plenty of time to study in the library like you usually do. This weekend would be no different. Exams were only a couple months away and you were not at all prepared to fail. Anything you could do to put yourself ahead, you’d do. Which meant a party was totally out of the question. As you open your text book and begin taking notes, someone very familiar sits down opposite you. Again.

“Do you have nothing better to do than harass me?” You sneer without looking up.

“I’m not harassing, I’m gently pestering,” he laughs.

“I’ll gently pester you in a minute,” you grumble.

“Oh, go ahead, I'll be waiting very impatiently,” he smirks. Good Godric did he have to be so infuriating? However, no matter your anger, it wouldn’t stop another blush from creeping its way onto your cheeks for all to see. But more importantly, for Sirius to see. He likes this and you can see it, which only makes it more annoying.

“Come to the party, darling. We’d all like to see you there. You never let your hair down anymore,” He pleads, nicely this time. ‘We’d all’? As nice as it was to hear that your friends actually missed having you around, you couldn’t help but wish there was no ‘we’ and just ‘I’. But your resolve crumbles nonetheless, seeing Sirius’ pleading eyes and faint smile.

“Alright, fine,” you relent. There was no getting out of this one, and if you were honest with yourself, you loved giving into him, just to see that smile on his face when he got his way. When Sirius set his mind to something, it was done, especially when it came to you. Because no matter how hard you tried to deny him, you always ended up giving in. Always.

“Brilliant,” He laughs, walking away with that huge triumphant smile plastered on his face. You regret agreeing almost immediately, thinking of all the girls throwing themselves onto Sirius and him living it up as usual. Of course he’d live it up, who wouldn’t? But that didn’t make it hurt any less. You liked to think that he was different, or that you were. That you were to him. But you’re not, you’re just another person to flirt with, another challenge. But you weren’t giving yourself up so easily. Not with the prize being your pride and humility.

“I hate myself,” you groan, throwing your head onto your textbook and letting your hair fall down around you, caging you in. Or others out.

“Why?” Someone muses from behind you. You know exactly who it is. Why was everyone following you today?

“Because you’ve been pining over Sirius for months now and haven’t said anything? Because he hasn’t said anything? Because you know he’s going to flirt with every girl in there while you watch? Which one is it? I’m curious,” Remus laughs, walking around the table.

“Bugger off, Rem,” You bark, lifting your head up to glare at him, hair falling over your face.

“I’m just glad he got you to go. You’ve been distant with everyone lately,” He says, scrunching his eyebrows together in concern and brushing the hair out of your eyes. Your face softens hearing the uneasiness in his words. Despite his relentless teasing, Remus really was one of your greatest friends.

“Yeah, sorry. I’ve just- it’s just the exams. I can’t fail,” you smile weakly.

“Look, you’re working yourself too hard, you always do. This might be the much needed break you’re looking for,” he says, pulling out his own textbook. The thing you need? You never thought that you’d have to consider a party as a thing you needed. But, inevitably, you’d been naïve. Everyone needs to let loose sometimes, why not indulge in it, just this once?

“Do you have to dress up?” You ask. Remus looks up, a little startled by your question. Or maybe startled that you hadn’t just lied to Sirius to get him to go away.

“I- uh… I don’t know what the girls are doing, but I’m not. I guess I’m just going casual,” he replies, like a guy would. You didn’t know why you even bothered asking. When it came to parties and dressing up, Remus was clueless. He went to them to please his friends most of the time, just like you.

“You’re such a guy, Rem,” you laugh, amused.

“Sorry, next time I’ll tap further into my feminine side,” he grins.

“If only you guys had more of one,” you say, packing your textbook away and putting it into your bag. You smile at Remus as you get up for the bench.

“Well where are you going?”

“I didn’t expect to be going to this party. I need to find something to wear, and you’ve been no help whatsoever,” you say, leaving the library in search of Lily, who was probably still in the Great Hall with James.

When you arrive at the hall, James and Lily are still sitting beside each other, laughing and giggling together. You walk over to them, hoping that Lily can pry herself away from James and help you find something to wear for the night. You don’t expect it’ll be very difficult, you never went to parties. This would be her perfect opportunity to do what she always wanted to do with you - shopping.

“Lils,” you say, sitting down opposite the couple, “I may or may not have been manipulated into going to this party, and I have no idea what to wear,” you say, trying not to make a big deal out of it.

“What?! You’re going?!” James asks in disbelief - making a big deal out of it.

“Look, James, you know you’re my friend right? Like even if I didn’t go, it doesn’t mean I don’t care. I already got you a present and everything,” you say, hoping that your friends still consider you their friend, even if you don’t partake in their ridiculous drunken escapades.

“I know, it’s just you never go to parties. Ever,” he smiles knowingly.

“I know. And it’s not just for you, I think I need a bit of a break,” you say, trying to mask over the fact that the main reason you were going was for Sirius. If anyone could convince you to go, it would be him.

“Well you were one of the first to be invited, as usual. The invitation is still there,” he smiles gently.

“Oh never mind that, we need to find something perfect for you to wear. And you know what that means...shopping!” Lily squeals.

Shopping…

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Lily didn’t take long to finish breakfast with James and get ready. She was elated that you were going to this party and that you wanted her help with what to wear. Maybe she was a little too excited, but you appreciated her enthusiasm. On the way to Hogsmeade, you listened to her ramble on about James, about what the party was going to be like and the kind of selection they had at the dress shop she was taking you to. When you entered, you were greeted with racks upon racks of all types of garments. Evening dresses, summer dresses, party dresses, formal dresses, gowns - everything. Lily took you to the back of the shop where she said the ‘best ones are hidden’.

Now, in the changing room, you cringe at the light pink dress Lily had picked out for you. You open the curtain, showing her what she had decided on. Her face immediately drops, she knew it wasn’t the right one. It wasn’t your colour at all, it didn’t suit you. She scrunches her eyebrows together at the racks of dresses, bringing her hand to her mouth. Her hand scans across every fabric before landing on black lace. She pulls it out, revealing a little black dress, one you would never dare to wear. The arms and upper chest was made up by black lace with delicate patterns stringing across it, and the rest of the dress was a skin tight fabric.

“This one,” she smiles confidently.

“Black?”

“Trust me,” she beams, pushing you into the changing room and handing you the dress. You slip your clothes off and the dress on. You know before looking in the mirror that it was hugging your every curve perfectly. When you do look in the mirror, your suspicions are only confirmed. It rested half way down your thighs and the lace from your chest, all the way up to your neck and down your arms. You step out from behind the curtain, looking at Lily with a small smile on your face. It certainly wasn’t something you usually wore, but maybe you should rethink your usual ocassion attire.

“Merlin, Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful,” she grins, guiding you back to the mirror again and looking at you through the glass.

“Wow,” she whispers.

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You pace in your room, breathing shallow and heartbeat elevated. You weren’t the type to go to parties, what were you thinking? The dress felt too tight, the lace looked ridiculous, your makeup was too much, you were trying too hard. No, you were taking this dress off and going back to the library where you had spent most of the day, and where you were quite happy to spend the rest of it. But before anything can be done in regards to your plan, Lily and James come bursting through the door and close it behind them.

“Damn Y/N,” James says, laughing in disbelief.

“Right?!” Lily smiles.

“No, not ‘damn’. I’m taking it off, I don’t want to go,” you say, turning away from them, waiting for them to leave so you could change.

“What? Why?” Lily asks, walking over to you. You hear the door open and close behind you again - James had left, no doubt upon Lily’s request. You were glad though, you only wanted Lily to be here.

“I’m not made for this kinda scene, Lils. I’m too scared,” you confess, hugging yourself.

“Y/N, you’re gonna be absolutely fine. I’ll be there the whole time, you know you just have to ask if you need me. And besides, Remus could use a friend out there,” she giggles. You smile but are still not entirely convinced. She can see this, and thinks for a minute.

“Wait here,” she finally says, patting your shoulder before rushing out of the room. You wait for her as she asks, wondering what she’s doing. You hope she’s not bringing anyone back with her. Sitting on your bed, you think of what it’ll be like. Would Sirius notice you? He was the one who convinced you to go in the first place. Maybe he wouldn’t, everyone had already been drinking over an hour and the girls were probably approaching him in flocks. Not that their boyfriends would mind considering they were probably flocking too.

“Got it!” Lily shouts, walking back into the dorm room with a bottle of fire whiskey and two shot glasses.

“What are we doing?” you ask. Wasn’t the party downstairs?

“Prinks!” she says. You look at her with confusion. You knew nothing about parties, let alone the terminology that came with them. She rolls her eyes.

“Pre-drinks,” she says.

Oh.

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After four shots, Lily said that you should wait twenty minutes before getting up from your seated position. You talked about James and how happy he was and how happy they were together. You were immensely happy for Lily, but you couldn’t help but be jealous of how lucky she was. Although, it wasn’t really luck. Lily was perfect, she was bound to receive every happiness that she could. You on the other hand? Not even close to perfect.

“Okay, now stand up,” she says.

“What’s this supposed to do?” you ask, getting up.

“When you stand up, you can feel it more because your brain is concerned with your balance,” she says. You have no idea what she’s talking about, you don’t feel any different at all.

“I don’t feel anything. Can I have another?” you ask. Lily laughs, possibly at your naivety.

“How about two for good measure?” she smiles, pouring both you and her another two shots.

“Let’s go,” she says, after finishing her second one. You leave your glass on the chest of drawers and follow Lily out of the door and down the stairs. The music gets increasingly louder with every step you take closer to the common room. It was significantly warmer down there, but the atmosphere was much better than an empty dorm room. You look around the room at all your fellow students. You’d never seen any of them this way before, it was strange. James was sitting with Remus, but as soon as he saw you and Lily, he jumped up from his seat and rushed over.

“There you are! What took you so long?” James asks, wrapping his arms instinctively around her.

“Oh nothing, just needed some liquid courage,” Lily winks at you, making you blush. You look at James’ arms around her waist and wince slightly. Quickly turning away, you search the room. Remus has carried on reading his book after James left, a red cup beside him that he probably hadn’t touched yet. Without looking for anyone else (Sirius) you walk over to him and sit down. Remus looks over to the presence that startled him and smiled when he saw it was you. His eyes trail down your dress before back up to your eyes.

“You look lovely, Y/N,” he smirks, “Anyone in particular you’re wanting to impress?” he asks.

“Shut up, Rem,” you groan, smacking a cushion against his chest. He flinches, laughing at you.

“Alright, alright,” he concedes, “You do look lovely though,” he smiles, picking up his book again.

“Thanks, Rem,” you smile. You scan the room again, catching Sirius almost immediately. Why did you have to look? One girl was practically relying on him to hold her entire weight, and another was watching them with anger and envy, daggers shooting from her eyes. Sirius however didn’t look particularly amused, he wasn’t hardly paying attention to her at all. His eyes were darting around the room as if in search for someone. When the girl resting on his shoulder trips over her own two feet, his attention was back on her. He flashes her a polite smile and helps her down onto the sofa. He then lifts up, looking directly at Remus and then directly at you. His eyes widen and for a while he just stands there staring at you. You blush deeply, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You felt dizzy. Was it the alcohol, or was it him? Or both? You stand up, having found some confidence in the moments he was staring at you. He meets you halfway, standing in front of the arm chair by the fire.

“Hey Y/N,” he smiles, that cocky smile he always has plastered on his face.

“Hey Sirius,” you reply, blushing already.

“So you actually came,” he muses, eyes trailing down your dress. Your heartbeat picks up, suddenly feeling very aware of what exactly you were wearing.

“You look stunning,” he whispers. The abyss in your stomach was expanding, it made your knees weak. He smirks at the effect he was clearly having on you, and sits down on the chair, looking up to you.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” he asks, seeing you’re not moving.

“Well there’s nowhere to sit, and besides, what if I want more to drink?” you ask. He cocks an eyebrow, lifting up something from the floor beside him.

“Well I have a bottle right here,” he says, holding up a bottle of fire whiskey, “And there’s an open seat on my lap,” he smirks. You’re not certain as to what prompted you to take his offer, but you’re sure the alcohol in your system had something to do with it. You take one step forward and drop down into his lap. That confident smirk is wiped straight off his face as he looks at you giggling.

“You-” he stutters.

“Yes?”

“Sirius!” someone whines. He reluctantly takes his eyes away from yours and towards the person who had called his name. A girl stood there, the one he had left on the sofa, with a frown on her face.

“Come get a drink with me,” she slurs, holding out her hands like a desperate child.

“I think you’ve had enough already,” he smiles back.

“Nope! Come on,” she coaxes.

“I’m a little busy right now,” he says, gesturing towards you. And for some reason, you start to feel as if you’re just another girl for him to get ‘busy’ with.

“What’s so special about her?” she barks. You’re about to get up and leave, realising there is nothing special about you. You were just another girl. But his arms wrap around your waist, preventing you from moving. You can’t look at him, nor the girl. Your head is bowed and you can feel her glare burning into you.

“She’s perfect,” he says simply, looking at you instead of the girl. You lift your head, eyes wide with surprise and turn to face Sirius, his face mere inches away from yours. You look at him, and he looks at you, a soft expression on his face. You’re what?

“I’m not perfect,” you whisper, not breaking eye contact.

“You are perfect for me,” he replies, biting his lip. His eyes dart between your own eyes and lips, begging the question he’s too afraid to ask. You look away, embarrassed.

“Will you still want me in the morning?” you ask, barely above a whisper. He lifts your chin with his fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Always. I’ve always wanted you,” he whispers, gently placing his lips on yours, testing the waters. His lips are like fire, igniting yours as they connect. Your stomach is in knots as he wraps his arm tighter around your waist, one trailing up to caress your jaw. Your hands tangle in his hair, bringing him closer to you and deepening the kiss.

“Oh- YES! YES Y/N!” Lily screams from across the room, forcing you to break away from Sirius’ embrace. He groans at the lack of contact and you bury yourself in the crook of his neck. You can hear Lily and James laughing from across the room. You lift your head slightly and look towards Remus. He’s smiling widely at you, shaking his head before returning to his book. You resume the position in the crook of Sirius’ neck and kiss the soft skin there. He sighs contentedly, rubbing circles through the lace on your back.

“Mine,” he whispers.

“Yours,” you whisper back.

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stariwrites · 3 years

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👀👀👀👀 Ship your moots

Alright I’m putting this under a readmore because I’m going to try and include all of my moots so let’s see how I do. They’re going to be split up half and half so this is the first half. I’m determined also I may have gone overboard but it’s chill

Edit: adding more here!

@dabitdabi Keigo for sure, they’d be so powerful it would be insane😩, he’d be so cute and flustered and Cheshire is such a sweetheart he’d practically drop everything for her if she needed it. The type of couple who compliment each other, she’d remind him to take care of himself and make sure he knows that shes somebody he can depend on/talk to at the end of the day. And he’ll take care of her too, make sure he remembers her favorite food, flower, blanket you name it he’ll remember.

@sleepyrintaro (ik you’re on a hiatus love but I wanted to include you too) Kuroo, another absolute unit. When I tell you they’re both geniuses and when they’re together they’re either the most intelligent people or have one brain cell shared and there’s no in between, there’s no in between. Rin is amazing and is so kind/has such a big heart the two of them would have so much fun together and be so fun to be around. Kuroo would love hearing about psychology and it would basically turn into talking about hyperfixations going back and forth.

@rukunas Sukuna hands down. Rue is so sweet and has the best vibes and I feel like Sukuna would be drawn to that. The soft but only for you trope definitely comes into play here. Sukuna would look so intimidating and tease Rue but then get flustered half way through. King of curses or not he can be really intimidating one minute but as soon as you need him he’s instantly like ‘what’s wrong baby what happened?’ (Basically the Gordon Ramsey with kids vs with adults comes into play here).

@kkodzvken Dabi or Toga, Lune is a sweetheart and I feel like both Dabi and Toga would look at them and instantly think ‘I want to protect them.’ This relationship would be very cute in its own way because they’d all watch out for each other. Dabi would smile so fondly it would be a crime, but if he’s ever called out on it he would 100% deny it and you can’t convince me otherwise. He’d let Lune wear his coat around if they wanted to. With Toga, she’d do skin care (if you wanted to) and would adore shopping dates! Loves cuddling and just snuggling up to you too!

@katslutski I cannot stress this enough: Nanami Kento. They both value independence and Nanami would take care of you if you needed it. He’d love chilling and watching movies or reading quietly with Kat and nobody can convince me otherwise. Slow dancing in a kitchen would be a must at least once. They’d have separate apartments but spend a lot of time at the others. He’d send texts from time to time asking how she is and would enjoy making dinner together with her. Nothing relaxes him more than the time they have together. Kat is so fun to talk to and is honestly amazing and so is Nanami so they would for sure have the best convos too.

@pupimouto Chuuya hands down. Babi is honestly amazing and Chuuya would be so enamored. He’d also have the thought of ‘Must protect.’ Adores her, the red and pink aesthetic for sure. He’d get into a fight if anybody looked at her the wrong way. If there’s a bad day he’d be there to hold her close to her and reassure her and if she kisses him or holds his hand/tells him she loves him? Gone he has ascended, he’ll smile for the rest of the day.

@oilivia Oikawa. Liv deserves the best and who is Oikawa if he doesn’t provide? Their relationship is super fun, he’d listen to her playlists and playfully tease her a bit but it’s all in good fun. (He makes sure not to go too far and cross a line) the type of relationship where they both bicker playfully, but also have really deep convos. They also balance each other out and help each other to either break out of their shell or relax and just focus on the present. Communication between them is amazing, they make it look so easy. Both of them are able to confide in the other knowing it’s a safe space and there will be no judgement. Oikawa also loves to fluster her in public by calling her cute pet names.

@bakugohoex Jean Kirschtein, they’re able to be independent but also comes together. The best friends before being lovers type of thing. Ria is amazing and Jean would be there to hang out with her and makes sure to call her beautiful everyday. He adores the little domestic moments the most and would love hearing about her day and would check in throughout the day with ‘Hey baby how are you doing?’ Attentive and he’s a very good listener. They’d both work so well together! He seems like the type to theorize movies and so they’d both exchange their own and see who’s closer to what’s actually going on.

@chaos-night *deep inhale* ATSUHIRO SAKO please they’d be so perfect I’m not even kidding! He’d take up ballroom dancing lessons so they could dance in the kitchen and their relationship would be so soft and wholesome. Chaos is a wonderful person and is a great listener as well as fun to talk to so they would both revel in each other’s presence. Atsuhiro would shower her in praise all the time. He’d adore her so much and everyday would fall a little more in love with her. King of romantic dates whether it’s extravagant or just hanging out and watching movies either way he adores it. Will hold her close to his chest as they sleep whispering how much he loves her and how lucky he is to be with her.

@raes-still-rambling the sweetest I can’t even articulate. Tamaki Amajiki they would work so well together. He’d find so much comfort in them. His favorite would be if they just cuddled together and watched a movie. He isn’t big on romance but he’d put his all into it regardless. Loves holding their hand and would smile softly whenever he sees her. They’d definitely have a cuddling playlist and he’d show them he loves them through small actions

@m-mortimer Christa and Ymir 100%. Izzie has such a big heart and I feel like she’d fit into this dynamic so well! They’d both take care of her, Ymir has strong mommy dom energy and would make sure both her girls are doing well. They would all live the cottage core lesbian dream I guarantee you. Would dance around and just have a lot of laughs together, making flower crowns would be an absolute must. They’d all take care of each other and would help if any of them got into a bad headspace. This relationship would feel like a home.

@deludedimagines Levi Ackerman, Sorcha has to be one of the coolest people ever and who better to match that energy than Humanity’s Strongest. Their relationship would be comfort. Both of them would find solace in each other whether it be making tea late at night to playing games in the morning. The two of them would work so well together, completely content to dwell in the comfortable silence they’ve created. They’d also clean together with soft music playing in the background and Levi can’t get enough of it. Their relationship is full of understanding one another. The phrase/lyrics “Life is not the things that we do it’s who we’re doing them with” very much applies here.

@fuwushiguro Toji Fushiguro no questions asked. The most interesting and fun relationship ever, Venus is a goddess and is so kind/compassionate Toji would start out being like ‘I have no intention of falling in love’ and then before he knows it he’s in love. Would protect her no matter what, they would have amazing stories. Their life would be like a movie. He’d hold her and in the soft moments tell her how much he loves her and how he feels complete with them together. He’s the type to use action instead of words so if he sees her sad? He’s off to get ice cream and put on her favorite comfort movie. He grumbles about her making him soft but when she just gives him a smile and says he likes it he can’t help but smile fondly, he can’t argue with that.

@fushigurocockslut Mahito, they too have a fun relationship. Tessa is one of the chillest people I’ve ever had the joy of knowing and her and Mahito would be so chaotic im living for it. They share one brain cell and it’s to wreak total havoc, both of them have the friendship dynamic down to the point where people have to ask if they’re dating or just close friends. Mahito loves spending time with her and they both would absolutely prank the hell out of Nanami. Also they’d find/have the coolest hang outs to chill and listen to music, eat snacks and vibe. Although they may be chaotic they’d also have really chill moments where they would just relax and stargaze. The two of them could talk about everything and anything.

@doinmybesthere Shoto Todoroki. Emme has a huge heart with so much love and she deserves to receive all that love back and more. Shoto is not big on pda, but behind closed doors he loves intimacy. In the quiet moments of just waking up he’d kiss her forehead with a groggy ‘Good morning love’ their dynamic is ‘Two sweethearts in a room they might love each other unconditionally’ and then they did. Slow dancing in the kitchen? Absolutely. Shoto is also attentive and adores Emme’s beautiful singing voice, on bad nights he loves nothing more than to feel her fingers in his hair and hear her voice as he drifts off. If the roles are reversed he holds her to his chest and hums softly while rubbing soothing circles against her back. Their relationship is wholesome and they bring out the best in each other.

@izukine Takemichi for sure. Both would try and protect the other and they’d both be flustered by the other since they’d both of the thought process of ‘Theyre so cute my heart feels like it’s about to burst’ Liyah is so friendly and awesome and I feel like Takemichi would be drawn to that. Whether it be walking around or just chilling both of them would just like the time they spend together. Every time Takemichi sees her he instantly perks up and has a cute smile on his face. Their relationship holds solid communication and trust.

@cupcake-rogue Bakugou Katsuki without question. King of making sure Star is taken care of and has a soft spot for her. Everybody makes fun of him for it, but he doesn’t care. Star would mean the world to him and knowing that he comes home to see her face would relax him and keep him calm. He loves holding her in his arms and if she runs her fingers through his scalp he’s gone. Instantly falls asleep. Uses actions over words so he’ll make sure he has her favorite foods/drinks stalked in the fridge. If he notices it’s a bad day he’ll ask how he can make it better. The two of them would have a relationship that’s all about care.

@nomadmilk Kirishima Eijirou both of them take care of each other and have so much fun together. Matching outfits? Sure. Cute couple photos? Absolutely! They’re the definition of couple aesthetic/goals. Love being affectionate, it doesn’t matter if they’re in public or not. Kirishima will constantly praise Noma and be like ‘that’s my baby!’ Whenever you do something. He loves supporting you and if you ever comfort him/do the same he’ll be so happy. Loves to hold and cuddle Noma a lot. Both of them together would radiate so much love they both deserve wonderful things.

If I didn’t get to you this round just you wait cause tomorrow is part 2

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Night Skies and City Lights

Koshi Sugawara x Reader

Summary: Sugawara comes from a rich family, he owns lavish cars and houses, and can buy whatever he wants. When he is invited to an event in New York City, he wants to bring a date. What do you do when your best friend asks you to go with him?

Word Count: 8.0K (Yeah I’m sorry)

Warnings: wealthy!Suga, swearing, friends to lovers, pining, angst, two dum dums don’t realize they both like each other(omg please kiss already i stg), fluff of course :)

A/N: Here is my part of @bakugohoex (Ria)’s 3K follower event!!! I can’t say it enough, but congrats love! I hope y’all enjoy my first time writing for Suga bb :) Please let me know what y’all think in the comments or in my inbox please, this took a lot from me to jump of out my comfort zone. Love y’all! - Birch<3

Dividers were created by the lovely and wonderful @anlian-aishang :) (I totally didn’t get these made just for this fic LOL)

Also, this and this were my inspiration for their outfits :) (total credit to the artist of the drawing and creator of the dress.) Okay I’ll shut up now, please enjoy :)

The last bell of the day rang out loudly, and all through the hallways, you could hear the happy cheers and chatter of students on their way home for the weekend. Students bustle quickly out of your assigned classroom, and a chuckle leaves your lips at the horde of them that clutter around your door.

You are drawn out of your thoughts as you shut your notebook, realizing that you had to put all of your books in your locker for the weekend. You begin shoving binders and folders into your backpack as fast as you can as the teacher finishes putting the chairs up for the janitor to clean overnight.

As you zip your bag shut and toss it over your shoulder, an extra binder in your arms you call out, “Have a nice weekend, Mrs. Smith!” The older woman calls back a goodbye as you slip out of the door, striding down the halls toward your locker.

Your bag hits the ground next to your locker with a loud thump as you set the binder in your hands on top of your bag, turning back to your locker to enter the combination in. Footsteps down the hall pull your eyes away from the small dial as you pull the lever open swiftly.

Warm, brown eyes lock onto yours in an instant and a smile slides across your lips as you lunge toward the taller framed boy.

“SUGA!!! I thought you went home without me, you jerk,” you whine out as you wrap your arms around him. Large and muscular arms wrap around your waist, picking you up off the ground to spin you in a small circle.

You can feel Sugawara’s chest rise and fall from his soft chuckles and as he pulls away, he shoots you his signature sugary grin.

“Awe, did you really think I would leave you behind, Y/n?” he teases as you return to placing your binders in your locker. You roll your eyes in fake annoyance as you chide back at him, “Well you took your time getting here and the hallways are totally empty, so yeah.”

Suga leans against the locker next to yours, crossing his arms as he watches you struggle to place one of your textbooks on the top shelf. He leans forward quickly, grabbing it from your hands to place it above your head with ease.

“You really think I would let my best friend walk home on a Friday afternoon, all alone, with no one to protect her? Geeze Y/n, your expectations of me are very low,” he pouts as he looks away, brown eyes gleaming playfully as you pick up your bag in one hand, closing the locker with the other.

You shove him, bag slipping from your hands as you slam him against a locker. Laughs bubble out from the two of you, and you are so distracted by trying to catch your breath from all the giggles to notice that Suga has slung your bag over his shoulder and has tossed his arm around you, guiding you out of the building.

Casual conversation is held between the two of you as he walks you home. Suga talks about his classes and the status of his college applications. You talk about how you were so excited for the weekend because you finally got a break from classes and you got to sleep in the following morning.

It seemed to be too soon when you landed on the steps of your front door. Suga rubs the back of his head with a soft grin, offering your bag out with his opposite hand.

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and murmur, “Thanks Suga, I always appreciate it when you walk me home. I know you could always drive us, but the weather was so nice today and...”

A slight warmth hovers over your cheeks as your words trail off and you shrug as you grab your bag from him. You look down at your feet before mumbling out, “and I guess I like spending time with you outside of class and stuff.”

Suga lays a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him quickly. His head tilts softly, like how he does, and chuckles, “Well I enjoy it too, Y/n! This is what best friends do, so you can count on me!” With his last words, his thumb juts toward himself and he gives you another one of his classic smiles.

You can feel a slight drop in your mood at his words. This is what best friends do. The silver-haired boy in front of you had been your best friend for years, but now he’s in high school and he’s not the same little kid he used to be.

He was thick with muscle from playing volleyball, and he was devastatingly handsome. Suga’s concerned face suddenly has you focusing back in as the hand he rested on your shoulder moves to cup your face softly.

“Are you alright, Y/n? You looked kinda dizzy there for a second, do I need to walk you in-” “I’m okay,” you chirp out as your (colored) eyes widen. Suga flinches at your words before pulling away from you, tucking his hands into his pockets.

You immediately feel bad for slightly snapping at him, he was always just trying to help. “I promise I’m good, Suga,” you say more gently, “I was just lost in thought there for a second.”

He gives you a nod and then a look of thought travels across his face. Suga opens his mouth to say something, but your front door opens to your mom’s voice, and you turn away from him before he gets the chance to speak.

“Hi mum,” you call as you wave to her. Suga doesn’t say anything but just lifts a hand to wave at her as he starts to back up. “Hey, Y/n, I gotta go home, I’ll text you, yeah?” he says softly as he turns away.

You nod over your shoulder as Suga fully turns around, too quick for you to see the blush on his cheeks and the embarrassed look on his face. He curses under his breath as he walks away from your house and down the sidewalk.

You were his best friend, so why the hell was it becoming so hard to talk to you?

The following week was difficult for Suga after his failed attempt to ask you his lingering question. He had been invited to New York City for an event by his coach, Keishin Ukai.

All of his friends were going with their girlfriends and significant others, and he didn’t want to show up alone. Suga didn’t really bother to listen to what the event was about, but he knew it was supposed to be a black-tie affair.

There were two reasons why he was struggling to ask you to go with him. The first reason, although selfish and a daydream, was every time he would go to ask you, all he could picture was the way you would look in a floor-length dress like that. Would you want to wear purple or blue? Maybe even an emerald green?

Just the thought of you looking so ravishing on his arm had his tongue-tied and all rational thought leave his head. His second reason was a bit selfish too, and it was because it was you.

You were his best friend. You were more than his best friend. You were his person, the one who he loved and enjoyed more than anyone else. Yeah, he had the biggest and sweetest crush on you, and no way to tell you.

How couldn’t he love you? You were absolutely stunning, you had an amazing sense of humor with a perfect midnight laugh. You were so, so kind to others, and the soft touches on the shoulder and friendly hugs were more than enough to make his heart skip in his chest.

So, when he acted slightly weird around you after that day he walked you home, you began to worry that you had done or said something to push him away. You didn’t want there to be tension between the two of you, you guys were best friends!

You both were currently sitting in Suga’s personal library after school hours, books sprawled out in front of you as you studied for your upcoming tests. Suga sat in front of you, glasses perched on his nose as he read from a small journal, taking small notes every few seconds.

On the other hand, you were furiously doing math homework, sketching out curves of complex equations, and typing things aggressively into your calculator. Suga glances up at you in concern when you let out a huff after loud clacking into your calculator.

“Everything alright, Y/n? What did that poor calculator do to you?” he chuckles lightly, setting his journal down and lightly stretching, leaning his palm against his face as he gives you his full attention.

You look up from your calculator a little wildly, a flush covering your cheeks as you register Suga’s words and his brown eyes on you. You push the calculator away from you as you murmur, “I just… I really don’t like math.”

Suga nods knowingly and takes a closer look at what you were trying to do. “Yeah, I don’t want any of that,” he laughs out with a disgusted look on his face.

You pout and cross your arms, giving Suga the best puppy eyes that you could. “Pleaseeee, Suga? You are so good at math, you took this class a whole year early!”

Suga just rolls his eyes before scooting over to your side, one arm resting on the back of your chair as his eyes flicked over the problem. You tried to focus on the small corrections he was giving you, something about concavity and zeros on the graph.

It was difficult to think about math when your really, really cute best friend had his glasses on and was trying to teach you something.

Holy shit he looks so hot, you think to yourself as you watch Suga redraw the graph you were miserably failing at. No wonder he wants to be a teacher, he’s amazing at this. Wait! Why am I thinking like this? He’s my best friend! I don’t like him like that!

“You got all this?” Suga asks you, a gentle expression on his face as he finishes the sketch, holding it up to show you. You blink dumbly at him for a second before nodding, “Yeah, uh, thanks, Suga.”

He gives you a short nod back but doesn’t return to his seat. He reaches for the journal he had been reading but stops and turns back to you.

“Hey, Y/n, I actually have something to ask you,” a blush starts to creep up his neck and red coats the tips of his ears. You turn away from your math homework to get a better look at your best friend.

One of his hands goes to scratch at his neck while he stutters out, “I- I, uhm, was wondering if you would w-want to go to this, uhm event with me? It’s in New York, so I get it if you don’t feel comfortable and it’s-”

“Suga, I would love to!” you chirp out, a smile gracing your features as you place a hand on his shoulder. A deep sigh of relief leaves his lips as he grins back at you, “Thank goodness, I really didn’t want to go alone. Not when Daichi and Asahi are going to show up with pretty girls on their arms.”

You blink at his words and look toward the floor, “Are you asking me just because I’m your best friend? Or am I pretty enough to fit in with your friends?” A sinking feeling hits your stomach as you realize the differences between you two.

It was easy to forget Suga’s wealthy status when he was your best friend. You had grown up together, so he just seemed like family. Suga never truly liked to flaunt his money or possessions, so it never really bothered you. But here he was, asking you to fly across the globe to go to an event with other rich people.

Suga quickly waves his hands in front of him before awkwardly trying to reassure you, “No, no, Y/n!! You are my best friend, and well, you’re really pretty- I just thought you might want to go, and I don’t think you aren’t pretty, in fact, I think you're one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen!”

A silence falls over the two of you as you both look at each other in surprise at Suga’s small outburst. You burst out laughing at the embarrassment on Suga’s face, hands clutching toward your stomach out of habit.

“You should have seen your face, Suga! Oh my gosh, you really are too sweet for your own good sometimes,” you squeak out in between giggles. Suga visibly relaxes at your words, and then pouts in his chair, sticking his tongue out at you in annoyance.

A smirk appears on Suga’s lips as he turns back to you, an evil look plastered onto his face. Your eyes widen as you start to realize what that look meant.

“No, SUGAAAAA!! Do we have to go shopping?” you whine as he pulls you into a new store. He just laughs and reassures you that it was very important.

“You have to pick a dress to wear at the event, Y/n,” he states, hands looking through the rack of dresses in your size. You stop for a moment to admire him, his brown eyes looking over each dress, taking in every part before deciding if it was your style or not.

“Can I at least pick which color we wear?” you ask as you slide in next to him. Suga just laughs and nods as he pulls a dress off the rack to show you.

The rest of the afternoon is spent shopping for new suitcases, outfits, and of course, the dress you were going to wear at the event. Suga left you to get your dress fitted as he went to find a matching tux.

You surprisingly trusted him to get a suit that matched well enough, because it’s Suga here. He is quite the fashionista, and he had a picture of your dress to show to his tailor. You would be taking the clothes with you that day, as the plane would leave the following morning.

You both had agreed to meet at the airport in the morning, Suga had even gone as far as to have a car drop by your house to pick you up, and all of your luggage would be loaded by some of his private crew.

Suga waved at you as you slid out of the car he sent, and you lifted your arm to wave back. You thanked the driver and slid out, your carry-on slung over your shoulder as you made your way over to him.

The private jet was waiting and ready to go, so you both boarded the awaiting plane and got buckled in for take-off. You had asked Suga if you could sit next to him, as you were a little uneasy about flying, and being next to him would be comforting enough for you until you got up into the sky.

He, of course, was reading over the itinerary for the event, but the feeling of being up in the plane made you slightly sick to your stomach. Your head landed on his shoulder, and before you knew it, you were asleep on his shoulder.

Suga looks down at you with a soft admiration and love in his eyes, and he allows himself to enjoy the closeness with you. He gently rests the side of his head against the top of yours, and he slips an arm behind your back so you could be more comfortable. It was going to be a long flight to New York City.

It wasn’t long before your plane landed and you were sleepily getting ushered into a fancy black car. The hotel you were staying at was apparently one of the nicest around, so you couldn’t complain as your heavy eyes stared out the window.

Neither you nor Suga said anything when you woke up from your nap, and neither of you noticed the faint blush coating the other’s cheeks when you pulled away. Suga, ever the gentleman, had helped you down from the plane and carried your bag the whole way to where the car was waiting.

You could hear the radio faintly in the background, along with the soft and calm voice of Suga. He was on the phone with one of his friends, you couldn’t tell if it was Daichi or Asahi though. Suga told whoever was on the other side that you both had landed safely and were going to the hotel to relax after the long flight.

Soon enough you are facing a very large and fancy-looking hotel, bright lights shining down against the darkened night sky. You are caught staring for a moment before your car door opens to Suga staring down at you.

“We’re here, Y/n. Let's grab our bags from the trunk and get settled in,” he murmurs quietly, as if to not startle you. You give him a nod before beginning to slide out of the seat, knees wobbly as you stand up straight.

Large and comforting hands steady you on either side of your hips, and you look up to see warm honey-colored eyes staring back at you. “Ya okay there, Y/n? I don’t have to carry you now, do I?”

A chuckle leaves both of your lips as he pulls away, handing you your backpack and rolling your suitcase up next to you. The two of you head into the main lobby, waiting for a minute to get your room number before locating the elevator.

You once again slump against Suga as the numbers on the elevator click by slowly. Suga glances down at your tired form with affection in his eyes, and he whispers, “Hey, you can’t be falling asleep yet. You slept almost for the whole plane ride, and we’ve got some things to go over.”

You turn your head to glance up at him with confusion lacing your features. “Whatcha mean we got things to go over? Like for the event?” you question him, eyes flicking over his face tiredly.

Suga nods as the elevator opens to your floor, and he leads the way down the hallway to where your large room was waiting. You had asked him if you could share a room, as you had never been to NYC before and were hesitant to be alone.

As you get your things situated, Suga explains how with his friends at the event you can be yourself; goofy, charismatic, and so on. He also mentioned how his coach was going to be there after traveling, and that you would have to be pretty put together in front of him.

“This sounds like a lot, Suga,” you fret, hands fiddling with your suitcase as you pull out a pair of pajamas. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to remember all of this.”

Suga doesn’t say anything for a second before he looks you square in the eyes and says, “Well don’t worry about it too much. I’ll be right there beside you, Y/n. I drug you into this mess, I can at least be by your side for the whole night.”

You gave him a smile before nodding to the bathroom, “I’m going to get a shower now, is that alright?” Suga just gives you a quick thumbs up over his shoulder as he reaches for the remote to turn on the tv.

You wander into the very large bathroom, taking in the high ceiling and marble countertops. You set your clothes down next to the sink before turning on the water and getting ready for your shower. Tomorrow was the big day, after all.

The night was young as the bright lights from the city reflected off the windows of the black limo you were sitting in. Suga was sitting across from you, head resting against the window as he watched the streets fly by.

He looked handsome. He looked sinfully handsome. His legs were crossed, and maybe that was a good thing. You could stop staring at his thick and muscular thighs.

You couldn’t help looking at your best friend like this. The way his perfectly tailored vest fit snugly across his chest was distracting, and the way the sleeves to his black button-up were rolled to expose his strong forearms was unforgivable.

Suga was looking out of the window for one reason and one reason only. He was trying to stop staring at you because holy shit his best friend was riding in a limo with him to a huge event, and oh my goodness did you look divine.

Your flowy black dress filled a good portion of the limo, so Suga couldn’t really sit next to you anyways. In general, he was struggling to contain himself around you, so he opted for quietly watching from the window as you played on your phone.

The limo stopped after a few more minutes of driving, and suddenly you had arrived at a huge mansion just outside of Manhattan. Suga helped you out of the limo, offering his arm to you as you walked toward the growing party.

You clung on tight to Suga’s arm as he began talking to CEOs and other pompous aristocrats, your (colored) eyes scanning around you to see if you could recognize anyone. Suga mentions you a few times to the people he’s talking to, and you say a few words here or there, letting Suga carry the weight of the conversation.

Soon enough, the conversation ends and Suga leads you away from those people before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You’re doing great, Y/n. Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

Your (colored) eyes look up to him quickly, a warmth flooding your cheeks as you scan over his features. He looked as calm and collected as ever, his brown eyes watching the crowd as he guided you toward a less busy corner.

“You look handsome tonight too, Suga,” you murmur shyly as he finally lets his gaze settle over you. He playfully punches your shoulder and chuckles out, “Hey, I was trying to be nice and make this about you, ya know.”

You got to shove him back playfully before you catch sight of shoulder-length brown hair, paired with a barely-there scruff.

“Asahi!” you call out, waving at him as he catches sight of you and Suga. A man slightly shorter than Asahi follows behind him.

Suga turns away from you to see Asahi and Daichi approaching and he opens his arms wide for a hug. “Asahi, Daichi! Good to see ya, fellows. How have you been?” Suga asks them, pulling you up next to him so you could say hello to his buddies.

Asahi gives a shy smile as Suga wraps him in a big bear hug and he stutters out, “I’ve uh, I’ve been good Suga- I can’t b-breathe when you sQUEeze me that tight.” Daichi just laughs and pulls Suga away to do the handshake chest bump thing that guys always do.

“Nice to see you Suga, Y/n, I haven’t seen you in forever! You look beautiful tonight,” Daichi says as he pulls Suga under his arm. Suga shoots you a sheepish grin as his best friends begin to pull him away.

“Y/n, is it alright if we steal him for a little while? To catch up?” Asahi asks as Daichi starts ushering Suga away from you. You just give Suga a little wave as you respond to Asahi, “Yeah, no problem! Just bring him back to me in one piece.”

Asahi laughs as he follows the captain and vice-captain into the mix of the party. You are left alone for a brief moment before someone calls your name. You look around, but you don’t see anyone you recognize.

Suddenly, two shorter boys appear in front of you, large toothy grins gleaming at you. “Noya! Hinata! How are you?!” you squeal out as you trap them both in a hug.

A bored voice from behind them mutters out, “They should be better, they’ve been slacking off at practices.” You pull away and lunge at Kageyama, wrapping the tall, lanky boy in a tight hug with a cry of, “Kags! I should have known you would be here!”

“Hey!!! Why don’t I get any love?” came the fourth voice, and you turn to be faced with Tanaka. You let a laugh leave your lips as you give the last boy a hug before pulling back to look at all four of them.

“I haven’t seen you all in so long, you all look so handsome!” you state happily, hands toying with the side of your dress as you gaze upon them. Tanaka, Hinata, and Noya all beam under your praise, while Kageyama just blushes faintly and covers it up with a cough.

Noya looks around you for a second, confusion obvious on his face as he ponders aloud, “Where’s Sugawara? He was the one who brought you right?”

You go to tell him that Asahi and Daichi stole him but you are cut off by Hinata chirping out, “Yeah, is he like your boyfriend or something now?”

“Oh quit it, you moron,” Kageyama snaps at him, “Sugawara would have told us if he managed to snag her, dumbass.”

You blink dumbly at them all for a second before they all look up at you, eyes wide like puppies who ate something they shouldn’t have. Tanaka breaks the silence by saying, “C’mon guys, do you really think Suga could catch someone as pretty as Y/n? I don’t think so!”

“Hey, I would watch your mouth there, Tanaka,” Daichi’s voice comes. Asahi and Sugawara are right behind him, and Suga slides in next to you with an apologetic smile. He leans down to whisper in your ear as Daichi starts arguing with Tanaka, “Sorry I took so long, the guys really missed me, and I-”

You quickly shush him and shrug with a smile, “No, no it’s alright. I was just catching up with these lunatics.” Suga gives you a grateful smile in return before looking back at his friends, laughing along with a joke Noya told Asahi.

Your (colored) eyes flick over Suga’s handsome face, taking in the soft pink on his cheeks from laughing, the beauty mark next to his eye, and the gentle curve of his lips as he smiles at his friends.

You must have kept your eyes on Suga for a second too long, because Hinaya peeps out, “Hey, Y/n, is there something on Suga’s face that you’re looking at?”

You tear your eyes away from Suga as fast as you can to look anywhere but at any of the people around you. The group of boys all watch you as your face flushes and your mouth gapes open, but no words come out.

Suga starts to get concerned when you don’t say anything, and he murmurs to you, “Hey, what’s going on? Y/n are you okay? Your face is burning up.” You remain silent as you try to think of anything to say, so Suga nods to Daichi as he starts to pull you away from the crowd.

Suga guides you through a large set of heavy spruce doors before leading you out into a small garden. The cool night air helps to calm the rush of heat coating your face and neck, and Suga takes a deep breath in before sighing it out slowly.

“What was all that back there?” Suga asks quietly as you sit down on a long bench on the side of the garden. You avert your eyes away from him as you fiddle with the layers of tool from your black dress.

“Y/n?” Suga asks as he leans down to you, resting one arm on the bench next to you, caging you to the bench with just his body. He brings his other hand up to cup your cheek, bringing your eyes to meet his. You gulp at the warmth of his touch, even though you feel shivers down your spine.

Suga’s expression is anything but harsh though, there is only concern and care in his eyes as he gazes down at you. You open your mouth to answer him but you are left with silence hanging in the air. Suga tries to give you an encouraging smile, allowing his hand to drop from your face to grab one of your hands.

“You know you can tell me anything, Y/n. I’m your best friend.” But I want to be more. The words were left hanging on his tongue, but you didn’t know any different because you were so caught up in your own head.

“I uh, yeah, thanks Suga. I guess I just got lost in thought and zoned out for a minute,” your murmur as you look down at his hand on yours. Best friend. That’s what Suga was to you, a best friend, a study partner, your everything.

“Suga, I-” “Hey, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Tonight is about having fun, so we don’t have to get too much into this, okay?” Suga cuts you off gently, squeezing your hands reassuringly before reaching behind you to pluck a rose from the bush near your head.

He carefully peels the thorns off quickly before he turns back to you, sliding the brilliant red rose behind your ear with a soft caress to your cheek. He gives you a slight smirk before he shifts his weight and murmurs, “I meant it earlier. You really do look gorgeous tonight, Y/n.”

You blush under his watchful gaze, and you can see his eyes trail over your whole face, even going as far as to take a step back to look at you in your dress. He lets a cheeky whistle slide from his lips as he looks at you fondly, and this time you are at a loss for words because of the way he’s looking at you.

He’s never looked at you like this before.

It was quiet in the car, no music, no hushed whispers, just hanging silence. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but you could feel some tension between you and Suga.

You were feeling a lot of things after the way he looked at you, but he brushed the situation off fairly quickly, lending you a hand before whisking you back to the party where his friends were waiting.

Suga helped carry the train on your dress as you made your way up to your room, only a few words being passed between the two of you to keep the dress in the best shape possible.

Once you made it comfortably inside the room you turned to Suga, a faint blush coating your cheeks as he unbuttoned the silver-colored vest that was wrapped so neatly around his torso.

“Hey Suga,” you mumble, hands clenching at your sides as you inwardly groan. He turns to you quickly before murmuring back, “Yeah?”

You shuffle closer to him before turning your back to him and saying over your shoulder, “Could you unzip me? I don’t think I can reach it.”

Suga just nods, and he has to clear his throat and mind to keep his thoughts from straying. His mind was tired and he could make a fool of himself if he wasn’t careful.

One of Suga’s warm hands rests on your waist as a brace, and the other hand uses its nimble fingers to slowly slide the zipper down your back. Suga’s breath catches in his throat for a second, his hands lingering longer than they should have.

He can’t help the way he’s looking at you when you turn to face him. His eyes are blown out wide, full of some unknown emotion as he looks over you. Suddenly it clicks in your head.

He’s giving you the same look he gave you in the garden. It’s an intricate look, one of many layers, the first and most outward one being happiness. Then, maybe some adoration and giddiness. But the final depth to it, you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

You turn to fully face him, opening your mouth to speak before he spits out, “You can have the bathroom first, I’ll uhm, I’ll get changed out here.”

You give him a nod before shuffling over to your suitcase and grabbing your pajamas before slipping into the bathroom. Once the door shuts behind you, a shaky sigh leaves your lips as you lean up against the door.

Fuck, what was that just then?

You get changed as quickly as you can, hanging the dress on its hanger before jumping in the shower. Once you take a quick shower, you wipe your makeup off and comb through your hair. You splash some cool water on your face to help you clear your thoughts, and you lock eyes with yourself in the mirror.

I’ve got to be honest with myself. Something is going on here, and I’m not really sure what it is. I can’t deny it, I like him. I like him a whole hell of a lot. I just can’t ruin this…

You shake your head to try to rid yourself of your lingering thoughts before you walk back out into the main living area of the hotel room. At first, you don’t notice where Suga is at, but then when you catch sight of him, a flush is filling your cheeks before you can help it.

Suga’s back was facing you, but it was very much a shirtless back, and while you had seen him shirtless after practices or even when you were swimming in his pool, this was different. This was domestic, there wasn’t anyone else between you two.

You squeak as you drop your phone, the small rectangle cracking against your foot in your stupor of Suga’s back muscles. He turns around quickly at your cry, and you avert your eyes to the floor to pick up your phone, trying to relax the rapid beating of your heart in your chest.

When you look up, Suga is pulling on a shirt, but you still manage to see the nice set of muscles set upon his toned torso. You wander over to your suitcase, putting away your toothbrush and other small items before glancing over at him.

Suga was already looking at you and he quips out, “Why’s your face all red? Did you use up all the hot water?” You just giggle to try to cover your butt, and he joins in as you nod, “Yeah, you know me too well, Suga.”

The rest of the evening slides by rather silently, with you scrolling through your phone before giving up and trying to sleep. Suga, however, is sitting at the desk next to his bed, reading one of the books he packed. He even had his reading glasses on so he could dim the light a little more for you, in hopes you would be able to fall asleep.

After 30 minutes of tossing and turning you shuffle up and whisper out, “Suga? Do you think you could lay with me? I can’t seem to fall asleep.” When Suga looks up from his book at you, your hair is slightly mussed from your constant motion, and your t-shirt is just barely hanging off your shoulder.

You looked as exhausted as he felt. He just gives a tired smile before nodding and placing his book down. He slides his glasses off before rubbing at his tired eyes, flicking the lamp off as he stands up.

Suga walks over to the side of your bed closest to his, so that if you wanted him to move to his own bed, it would be less of a hazard in the darkness. You pull the covers back for him, and soon enough Suga is settling down next to you, laying flat on his back.

You roll over onto your side to face him, and in the darkness, you can see his eyes twinkling from the lights of the city behind him. You whisper into the darkness, “Thanks for inviting me on this trip, Suga. It means a lot, you know. I’m not one who grew up with all the fancy things you have, so this was a true experience for me. Thank you.”

You can hear a tired chuckle from Suga as he whispers back to you, “No, Y/n. Thank you for coming with me. Don’t know what I would have done without you today.”

You just smile to yourself at his words, your heart fluttering a little more as you hear him softly groan as he fluffs his pillow before flopping down again. You blink once before closing your eyes and murmuring, “Goodnight, Suga.”

A quiet, “Goodnight, Y/n,” is the only response you hear before you are pulled under by sleep. Except you missed the silent thought floating around in Suga’s head.

I love you.

A soft beam of glowing sunlight is what wakes you up, the ray shining brightly into your face as it slid past the parted curtain. You blink your eyes a few times to allow them to adjust to the light, and you are confused for a second at how heavy the blanket feels around you.

Said heavy blanket groans softly in your ear as he too squints at the light filling the room. Suga’s arm was wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you close to his broad chest. This had you waking up fast, because the fact that your best friend was most definitely spooning you right now was a little jarring.

A groggy but deep grumble of “G’morning” falls from Suga’s lips as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. Warm puffs of air from his nose land on your skin, and you shiver at the goosebumps that rise on your arms and legs.

Suga shuffles a little more, tightening his grip around you as he mumbles, “You cold, Y/n? I’m roasting right now.” You giggle at his words before turning around in his arms, a whine leaving his lips as you shuffle around.

“Good morning, Suga,” you whisper as he blinks sleepily at you, large brown eyes soft in his morning glow. “Good morning, Y/n,” he says back with a dopey grin, a slight flush covering his cheeks at your close proximity.

You push on his chest with a gentle shove and another giggle as you murmur, “You said that already, you dork.” Suga just chuckles along with you and says, “I guess I’m not used to waking up next to you. We’ve been best friends for how long now and we’ve never had to share a bed?”

You both laugh at his words, enjoying each other’s company for another quiet minute before Suga’s phone starts ringing. Suga rolls onto his back with a loud groan, his arms and legs making a large starfish across the bed, pushing you off in his haste.

You cough a few times as you glare up at him, and Suga just points to his phone and mouths, “Sorry, I need to take this.” He grabs a pair of clothes before disappearing into the bathroom without another word.

The soft noise of the shower turning on alerts you that it was safe to get changed, so you pulled on a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater before scrolling through your phone as you waited for Suga.

The day itself wasn’t meant to be super exciting, Suga had gotten an extra day in Manhattan for you to sightsee and go shopping. The flight to Japan was leaving that night though, and it was the last flight leaving for the night so you couldn’t miss it.

Suga allows you to drag him around the city, taking pictures at small cafes and huge signs here or there for your family back home. There was one building that had pretty brickwork and you asked Suga if he wanted to take a selfie with you.

He took the selfie on his phone, he had the better camera after all. You both smiled at the camera with large grins before Suga started counting down, “3… 2…. 1… ” and on what should have been cheese, he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your cheek instead.

You tried not to think about the lingering feeling of his lips on your cheek as you ask him to send you the photo. Little do you know, he saved it as his lock screen while he was waiting for your phone to receive the picture.

After getting dinner at a small and locally owned restaurant, Suga begins pulling you toward the hotel. You both pack up your suitcases and bags, and before you knew it you were boarding the same jet that had taken you to the states.

The sky was pitch black as the plane ascended upwards, and you find yourself burying your face into your hands as you adjust to the feeling of being thousands of feet in the air. Suga was sitting next to you quietly, writing something in his journal about the event and talking to the CEOs.

The silence isn’t necessarily comfortable, there’s nothing except for the sound of the flight, and you can’t help but feel like you need to say something. You shuffle in your seat for a second, trying to get comfortable on the large cushion underneath you without bumping into Suga.

“Hey, Suga?” you ask softly, trying to not bug him if he was writing something important. He finishes writing whatever thought he had before turning to you, one hand coming up to rest against his cheek as he regards you.

“Yeah?” he prompts as he looks over your form, your hands clenching together as if you were unsure if what you were going to say was okay or not.

You turn to face him a little more, and you stare directly into his brown eyes as you say, “Thank you, again for taking me on this trip. I really had a lot of fun, and it was great to see Daichi and Asahi again. Noya and Tanaka too of course...”

Your words start to fade in Suga’s head as he gazes upon you. The lights from the city were shining brightly against the night sky behind you, lighting up the hair around you like a golden halo. The soft and warm-toned lights from inside the plane made your (colored) eyes sparkle, and suddenly, all Suga could think about was you.

He thought about all the times he tried to ask a girl out on a date, but they all rejected him because they thought he had a girlfriend. Suga was always so confused, he was hurt by the fact that no one wanted to date the rich kid, no one even tried to mooch off of him.

And it was because everyone knew he had you. You were always by his side, eating lunch next to him, walking to class with him, getting rides home in the winter because he didn’t want you walking home in the snow.

He had fallen so utterly and deeply in love with you over the years, and he was ready to toss it all out of the window with his next action.

Slowly but confidently, Suga brings his right hand up to cup your cheek, allowing his hand to glide behind your head. He leans in, eyes soft but determined. You didn’t understand what was going on at first, allowing your words to slowly drift off as Suga was the only thing you could think of.

His left hand finds a place on your waist, pulling you gently toward him as his head starts to tilt to the right. Your heart starts beating faster in your chest as butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Suga was giving you all the time if you so desired to pull away, but he was pleasantly surprised when you leaned in, lips parting ever so slightly as you shut your eyes.

His lips felt like fire and ice all at once, burning and freezing as the air left your lungs. Kissing Suga was like eating a meal after fasting for weeks on end. He felt so much like home it almost scared you.

Suga’s lips move against yours at a bruising pace, letting you set the tone of the passionate kiss. You hear a slight groan from Suga when you brush your tongue against his bottom lip. He takes charge quickly though, his tongue chasing after yours playfully.

You try to battle him for dominance, your hands sliding across his chest before rising to tug on his hair. Suga takes this chance to tug gently on your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away slowly, chest heaving from the weight behind the kiss.

You lean forward quickly though, press a soft peck on his lips before he pulls you close, leaning your forehead against his while you both catch your breath. No words are shared for a second as you both regain somewhat normal breathing, and this time you notice the flush on Suga’s cheeks.

You can see the city lights reflecting on his face as he looks at you, eyes blown wide with surprise and happiness, and definitely something else.

It’s the look he gave you in the garden, and it’s the look he gave you when he helped you out of your dress. This time, words start to come to mind to describe the look he’s giving you.

It’s tender and sweet. It’s fond and warm. It’s so Suga. It’s so… intimate.

You go to say something, but Suga beats you to it as he reaches for your hand. Suga swallows thickly and then says, “Y/n, I- I'm sorry, I don’t know what came over me, but hear me out okay?”

You open your mouth to interject, but you decide against it and give him a nod. He takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand ever so slightly, his own shaking slightly at his sudden nerves.

“Y/n, I know we have been best friends for a long time, and I really have enjoyed our friendship, and I mean it. But, I can’t deny it any longer,” he looks down at your hands before looking you square in the eyes.

“I am in love with you, and I have been for years now. I tried to play it off as sisterly love, because we were practically raised together. But I couldn’t deny the way my chest would flutter when yet another girl would turn me down for one reason and one reason only, you.”

You blink in surprise for a second, but Suga continues, “I couldn’t help but feel mad when jocks from the soccer team would try to ask you to the spring formal. I thought it was because I am your best friend, but I love you more than that.”

You give him a smile back, a warm feeling spreading over your body as you manage to choke out, “I love you to Suga, and not just in the best friend kind of way.”

Relief and joy flood Suga’s face, and you almost swore you saw tears gather at the edges of his eyes. He flushes softly before murmuring, “Can I kiss you again?”

You give him a gentle nod before he pulls you onto his lap, holding you close to his toned chest before leaning forward and kissing you like his life depended on it.

And on that flight, city lights against the midnight sky became an ambient background as the two of you discovered what you had been missing out on for all these years.

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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I’M BACK I SAW THE REQUEST IS OPEN AND I CAME AS FAST AS I COULD! I’ve had this in idea in my head rent free for weeks, what if reader is a member of the nijisanji en but they are a rabbit hybrid with really cute floppy ears and a puffy tail and they are shy and soft spoken, I like to imagine that luxiem and their fans would gush over them like crazy! On the side note, I’m glad your mid terms went well hope you are doing well, I adore your writings!

Luxiem and a Pair of Fluffers

a/n: bunnies are literally just a ball of fluff I WANNA OWN ONE BUT I CANT UWAHHHH SADGEE btw u guys, i'm doing far better than last week so i'll slowly start going back to writing again ehe <3 also, hi again lunaaa!!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

it’s pretty obvious, especially recently, how vox fucking adores animals

rabbits are totally up his list without a doubt so imagine the literal stars in his eyes upon seeing dem fluffers at the top of your head

“DARLING?” vox gasps, comically backtracking upon seeing your pair of rabbit ears. “AM I SEEING WHAT I'M ACTUALLY SEEING?”

his voice, though not meant to scare, still made you flinch at how loud it was and your ears immediately lower, yelping a bit

“oh—sorry, darling,” vox smiles as he tones his voice down by a mile, soft and gentle. “but are these real? these are really your ears?”

you look away, biting your lip. “y-yeah.”

“can i touch them?” but from looking at his eyes, he was gonna find a way to touch them anyway so you nod. you giggle when he grins brightly, “hehe, thank you, darling.”

he runs his fingers through your hair first before finally touching the base of your ears

it was a foreign feeling to you, but it was by no means uncomfortable

vox experiments by massaging the base of your ears first and when you pretty much melt, he smiles as he kept on going, occasionally moving between ears

he revels in the softness of your fur, truly unlike any other he’s felt

after a bit more head rubbing, you give in and eventually choose to curl up against his much bigger frame, nuzzling into his neck to enjoy the warmth and the head pats

“awe, my sweet little rabbit.”

ddlg vibes starting to come in hoo boy

you were already naturally timid and with your newly discovered weakness of head/ear rubs, vox is taking advantage of those things

when you’re busy and he’s in need of some attention, he is quick to make use of his hands and have you on his lap

“just a moment of your time, my beloved. please?”

YOU WERE THE BUNNY WHY WAS HE THE ONE BEING CUTE AYE :<

that’s just level one

it gets super bad when he resorts to biting your ears and tugging on your little tail if it was visible

“you leave me no choice, love.”

you’re a blabbering mess and can’t contain yourself anymore, forced to either hide from the embarrassment or do what vox tells you to

“awe, that’s a good little bunny.”

and he just won’t stop either.

you both rly like it and don’t. leaning towards the former though :3

but on a more serious note, he sees you as a source of comfort like that of a rly cute plushie

being an animal lover at heart, he knows exactly how to deal with you (and definitely takes advantage of it as often as possible)

at night, he’ll try to lay off the teasing and have you ball up against him, stroking your ears in a more comforting manner

vox doesn’t think you’re weak of course, but seeing you so precious makes him want to protect you even more and assure that no one harms you

precious must protecc ✨

conclusion, it’s both a curse and a blessing for you to be a rabbit hybrid. but it is life’s greatest gift for vox being able to pamper and coddle one of the most precious people alive

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

he’s not always in the presence of animals but he does think they’re absolutely adorable

especially when it came in the form of you

actually wait, the first time he saw it, he thought you were being extra kinky (-`д´-)

“oh? this is new~” mysta grins with the sussiest face known to man

you wave your hands dismissively, red covering your cheeks, “no, no, wait mysta! this isn’t a costume! th-these are my real ears…”

you twitch your ears around and mysta will just freeze in his place

just what exactly was he seeing rn, eh?

“we-well, that’s interesting,” all previous unseisoness will evaporate, replaced with complete embarrassment as he tries to place himself in the awkward situation. “they’re really cute…”

although he was avoiding eye contact, it was clear that he meant what he said

you giggle, “yo-you can touch them if you want, mysta.”

at this, he braves himself to look at you with the visible look of excitement. he strides over and hesitantly hovers his hands over your ears

but then his fingers come in contact with the soft fur and he is immediately enamored

gently, mysta lets his entire hand rub through your long ears

you shudder at the touch

“ah- did i hurt you?” he asks nervously, retracting his hand

you shake your head, “no, i just… really liked it.”

mysta chuckles as he put his hand back to your ears, rubbing them oh so gently but enough pressure to elicit a satisfied hum from you

without realizing, you’re up against mysta as he continues to adore you through his head pats

he might’ve seemed shy and hesitant about touching you at first, but all that disappears within time

while mysta would usually ask first if he could pet you, nowadays when he wants to, he’ll just do it

it catches you off guard often and this makes for a good land plot to plant all his mischievous deeds

sigh, there it is

he’ll pretend to be stupid just to see you mad, because with you being this cute, being angry just made you more adorable

he’ll also just be generally annoying (in a cute way) by bugging you while you work or doing a chore

instances include when you’re reading or doing work, he’ll lay his head on your lap and while he claims he’s there to offer “moral support”

he’s actually poking your stomach and maybe your tail too

“eek!” you yelp, sending a glare down mysta with an irritated and also shy blush. “mysta.”

“yes, baby?” he’ll grin

or when you’re washing dishes, he’s gonna hug you from behind and nibble on your ears

“MYSTAAAA”

“eh? what’s up? i just saw a snack.”

you: (•ﾟдﾟ•)

bunnies to him are more vulnerable creatures and he somehow has the fucking audacity to think you are too :<

so he’ll pretty much baby you and actually not feel like a bottom like how it usually is on stream with the chat

rias appears more often and it brings chills down your spine

these are the rare times where you actually will take him more seriously, especially when he demands that you sit on his lap

while you usually just shrug it off, the look in his eyes and just how he spoke was enough to knock you off your feet

and like an actual rabbit, skittering towards him and following his orders

bunny ears still look super kinky to him

ANYWAY

all this is just his way of adoring you, how he truly feels affectionate and though it might get a bit overbearing sometimes (when it gets annoying), you know mysta loves you a lot still

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

he thinks animals are cool! fluffy animals, pog!

at least, that’s what he thought of them before he saw your ears and tails

“oh my god,” he gaped, studying your twitching ears. he kept staring at you for quite a while, which brought you worry. luca looks at you, the biggest grin on his face, “YOU’RE SO CUTE UWAHHHHH”

he doesn’t even pause to ask you as he wrapped you in his arms, squeezing the fucking life out of you all the while nuzzling his face into your fluffy ears

“THEY‘RE SO SOFT AHHHHHH”

he was quite literally screaming into your ears ;-;

“mercy, luca, mercy!!” you gasp for air, patting his back alarmingly

luca hears your pleads and lets you go, grinning bashfully

“hehe, sorry,” he says as he scratched the back of his head. “no seriously, but you’re so cute!! look at you!!”

at his bombardments of compliments, you shrink and can merely blush, your soul evaporating when luca didn’t cease to give you a break

“can i touch them please? pretty please?” he asks in a high pitched none, in hopes it could swoon you

even without doing it, the love pouring from his eyes didn’t give you much choice to refuse

you nod, “sure.”

he cheers softly, hopping over to you (even tho you were the rabbit…) and reached for your soft ears

despite his chaotic outburst at first, his pats are gentle

luca wasn’t afraid to use both his hands to give the equal amount of love

he massaged the base of your ears firmly without having it to be too pressurized and like a natural, he has your ears twitching from satisfaction

you hum, enjoying every second

you don’t even realize your eyes are closed until luca pointed it out, “awe, do you like your headpats?”

you flutter eyes open again, pink tinting your cheeks as you admit embarrassedly, “y-yeah… they’re rly nice…”

“c’mere then,” luca pats his lap, giving you only the most gentle smile in the entire world

your heart had never felt so light seeing your blonde lover having such a heart of compassion so you crawl on over, making yourself comfortable in his neck

he continues the ear rubbing routine, hitting just the most perfect spots

“you can relax into me, honey,” luca whispers, pecking your forehead

even without him saying it, your body was by default falling asleep on its own

you woke up hours later with luca also asleep, his hand in your hair and between your ears

and how dare he say he’s a mean and evil mafia boss （＞д＜）

after that, he treats you as his personal source of serotonin

whenever his days were hard and long, he’s just going to wrap his arms around your tinier figure and quietly snuggle into you

you know he’s had a tiring day when the usual golden retriever vibes just disappear today

and on these days especially, you’ll be nudging his head with your own or boop nose to nose

usually these things alone are more than enough to recharge luca and he’ll be nudging and booping back

talking from real experience, my younger brother likes to nudge his head to me like a cat and let me tell you, it really is a cute and affectionate gesture 😩

unlike with vox and or mysta, you don’t have to feel shy or embarrassed around luca because he genuinely adores your more bunny like side, appreciating every second of it to the point where you see being “too cute and adorable” as a power than a small inconvenience

you’ll be asking luca for something and even without doing anything, he just can’t say no to you <3

seems like luca’s getting more of the benefits than you in this case ^^

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

he likes cute things! but he’s more so hesitant that he’ll do something wrong or hurt you somehow since he doesn’t know much of the animal world :(

so upon seeing your floppy bunny ears, ike is stunned and honestly doesn’t know what to do first

“o-oh… oh wow, those are real?” ike peers from where he stands, unlike the others who immediately approach you hands on

while you were supposed to be the one embarrassed and shy, your lover seemed to be more timid in this case

you take a slow step forward and you notice how ike tenses up, his hands hiding behind his back

“ike?”

“hm?”

“are you alright?”

unable to evade you any further, he sighs, “sorry, um. i don’t think there’s anything bad about this, really! i’m just… kinda nervous. i’m worried i’d hurt you or touch you in the wrong way…”

ah this sweetheart, worrying for your wellbeing over his in the end 

you shake your head, grabbing his hand and placing it upon your head, specifically between your ears softly

shy to say what you wanted, you look up at ike and curl your lip

and he understands what you were asking for, hesitantly moving his fingers into your hair before finally making it to the base of your ears

his touches are incredibly light and ticklish, so you nudge your head against his hand even more

ike is caught by slight surprise but seeing you encourage him like this gives him the reassurance that he was in the clear

he adds more pressure and actually starts giving you the proper headpats

you hum, satisfied

ike smiles and all earlier hesitance washes away

“you adorable sweet thing,” ike whispers, leaning in to place a chaste kiss at the top of your forehead

though your cheeks are a warm red from his ever so enchanting words, you let go of any distress from the day and just enjoy being in ike’s comforting presence

after that, though safe and probably will be guided by you for any questions, ike is one to investigate your half species through theoretical research

he wants to make sure he actually knows what he’s doing without having to bother you with his questions

no matter how many times you catch him and insist that he can just ask you unfortunately ;-;

bcs he’s thoughtful and compassionate like that

but hey you appreciate the extra comforting headpats and scritches in the ears due to those independent inquisitions ^^

with you around (ideally on his lap and snuggling into him), he gets more work done and has a reason to keep moving just so that when he’s finally finished, his end goal is right there in his arms

you don’t even need to be interacting with him to give this sort of effect

your bunny ears and soft tail makes it all the better

your timid and shy nature motivates ike into teasing you a lot more than usual, adoring every single blush enrapturing your cheeks and the stutter of every word that comes out of your mouth

“how is my liten kanin doing?”

*little rabbit*

you get embarrassed every time he uses that specific nickname but the fact he even chose to call you that makes it endearing

you’ll quickly boop his nose with a shy smile

“i’ll take that as ‘good’.”

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

not surprised to see a rabbit hybrid like yourself and probably has a rly good starting foundation on your species already

actually, he might seem rly chill and cool but that’s only him not wanting to lose his image bcs inside, shu is screaming over how cute you are

“awe, look at these little fluffers,” shu coos, bringing a gentle hand to your ears and carefully rubbing at the right spots

your cheeks are a bright red but you’re too distracted by his ear rubbing and end up curling up against him like he was your bed

eh, he probably was anyway

now even though he wasn’t saying much, when you buried your face into his chest, shu’s face is actually a thousand times redder than yours by the end of it

this cutie of a lover, nuzzling and stealing all his body warmth so effortlessly

how the heck did he get so lucky

first time showing your ears to him is not the most exciting amongst all of luxiem but THE WAY HE TAKES SUCH GOOD CARE OF YOU :<<<

when your shy side is taking over and you don’t get your daily dose of shu yamino headpats, man knows what’s going on and goes over to you with hands already in your hair

“you doin’ okay, u-sa-gi-chan?”

aye, the usagi chans ;-;

he knows what he’s doing to you and he likes it a lot

the fact that you’re shy and soft spoken can’t help but stir the more teasing side of shu, breaking out all the cute japanese nicknames equivalent to the words fluffy and rabbit

but for your sake, he doesn’t make this a habit and will spare you all the teases (even if he meant it in an affectionate way)

on normal days, shu will just chill and casually brush through your hair and ears, making this routine a habit between you two

whenever stream finishes, doesn’t rly matter if he had work after that. You just crawl next to him for his usual headpats and he’ll just revel in your comfy presence

there are so many times where shu is up at weird hours and you’re simply asleep in his arms

though not awake, he appreciates how you still want to offer your company to him

or when the day has been particularly long for the sorcerer, you’re the one taking care of him by coddling him like how he usually coddles you

“your lap is rly comfy…,” he mumbles half awake and you only giggle as you massage his head and consistently kiss his cheeks. “love you…”

before falling asleep in your hold, you following just behind

insert cute picture of pingus and bunnies together

shu is a fun guy and is willing to try new things

so, there was that one time where he tried using his sorcery skills to match rabbit ears with you

“now I can be your usagi-kun!”

author chan proceeding to die

he might seem shy with the floppy black-purple-yellow-pink ears at first but seeing you jitter with enthusiasm and excitement calms him down

bunny ears asset for shu yamino anyone?

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ssreeder · 2 years

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One thing that’s sort of bothered me about ria is that Sokka and Zuko decided to rob the Komodo rhino ranch. It feels out of character for both of them to take such a risk when they think Zhao is right on their tail. Can you elaborate on why they made the decision? Because I feel like that event probably drew a lot of attention from the rough rhinos.

Absolutely!

I wrote it a rather impulsive decision made by Sokka that came from an emotional place & a need to be useful and protect the people he loves.

I’ll explain:

Sokka is a really smart guy who is great at planning, but that tends to fall apart when he gets too emotional...

Sokka blamed himself for Zuko being captured by Zhao again, and it would be similar to the guilt he felt when his canon plan on The Day of Black Sun failed and his father and other men were captured.

In canon, Sokka made a super impulsive decision to try and fly Appa to the most heavily guarded prison in the Fire Nation, alone, to rescue his dad. Without a plan, which was very unlike him. But Sokka was acting on emotion and when he does that he doesn’t perform at his best. (There are a few other examples of Sokka not thinking clearly because of his emotions, but I felt the Boiling Rock situation was the best example)

Canon Zuko supported him and went along because he trusted Sokka and he wanted to help him anyway he could. Which is what happened in RIA (with just a bit more codependency & deeper feelings) which isn’t a great dynamic for their relationship,,, but I wanted to show that Zuko would follow Sokka into ANYTHING… even if he might think it’s a bad idea.

In RIA, Sokka found out he could use the rhino calf leather to help him create something that would help protect him from being burned. This would take some of the pressure off Zuko and give Sokka the ability to defend himself better - which would hopefully keep Zuko safe. After what happened to Zuko, and the guilt Sokka feels, he would do anything to try and protect Zuko.

At this point in RIA they were away from Zhao for about a month? Maybe a little more? (Sorry vague timelines make it hard to track it 100%) but of course the fear of Zhao was still there… it just wasn’t as intense as it had been before. They were also unaware that the RR were tracking them ha… so that was a surprise. :D

Did the Komodo rhino calf ultimately lead to their capture? 1000000% - but Sokka had no way of knowing this and he thought his plan worked. Even if they didn’t end up killing Boots lol… Sokka still got his boots and no one died. (Well... not totally true but no one IMPORTANT DIED)

I hope that clears up my logic behind that decision… & now Sokka has badass boots to fire bend with Zuko :D soooooooo win/win? :D

Rip boots ;)

#sorry if i over explained #I wasnt sure how to get my thoughts across #I usually have some canon reason for the characters to do what they do #Even if Sokka and Zuko are really far away from their original character designs #Sokka doesn’t think clearly when he is emotional #Boiling rock #punching Hahn #Getting distracted by azula...#just to name a few #and he LOVES zuko #and feels so guilty for what happened to him #so his emotions are all over the place #& it’s only gotten worse since that scene….#they actually go out of the rhino situation rather unscathed #it also did lead to their capture #but lucky Sokka doesn’t realize that haha #or we could slide some more trauma onto his shoulders oops #I hope I answered your question anon #I love when y’all question things or have deeper thoughts about scenes #you’re awesome #liab #ria #ask

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Things that did NOT Spark Joy-4x03

Oh besties, I hope you are ready for the high sodium content this post has because this episode was A Lot, and not particularly in a good way. The little sparks of joy can be found here, but this is gonna be some pure, uncut salt straight from the mine.

WHERE IS ROSA ORTECHO?! IS SHE OKAY?! IS SHE THRIVING AND DOING HER ART?! IS SHE HAVING A GOOD TIME?! IS SHE ALLOWED TO WEAR THE CLOTHES SHE WANTS?! SOMEONE TELL US WHERE SHE IS!!

Also, NO ALEX. 0/10 do not recommend.

But for real, please stop trying to make us believe Michael would not be anxious about not hearing from Alex when Alex is doing nothing but driving around looking for stuff, the most boring thing imaginable, and could easily spend the driving time chatting on the phone with Michael because they are absolutely Like That. Alex going missing again would be so much more interesting if we got to see Michael worrying, and thinking that maybe he’s being too clingy and talking about it with everyone else at different times and then finally going to Kyle and Kyle validating that this is Not Like Alex and yes Michael should be worried. I think that would be a great bonding moment for them and I’m holding out hope we get Michael and Kyle working together to find Alex since they’re the only ones we’ve gotten to see actually care about Alex as a person. But still, totally ignoring Alex and not allowing that worry to build up over a couple of episodes is just like, such a dumb choice. This show continues to set up emotional beats the size of a fucking barn and then proceed to somehow entirely miss hitting them.

This leads to my next point that having Michael being worried about Alex missing and hoping to get some answers from the new aliens which we already know he wants to do is a MUCH better set up for Michael going to talk to Bonnie at the bar than...whatever that mess was. Like, women can’t just take themselves out to a bar and taste test drinks without it being a symptom that something is deeply wrong? Let women be! Let women drink alone! It’s not a crime! 🤬 ANYWAY, that was the dumbest set up when they establish that Michael already wants to talk to these newcomers first instead of just assuming the worst. Whyyyyy go with some weird savior complex thing that Michael apparently needs to guide lost souls or something and that being tied to a woman just living her life? If they want to go the “Michael and a mentor” route it should be with Alex and them working with foster kids and struggling teens because THAT’s actually important to both of them. Deciding for yourself that someone having a couple drinks alone must be in crisis is a weird stance for this show to take given that they brought up Rosa’s drinking and substance abuse issues, tied them to mental health issues Liz specifically worries about having as well, and then spends the rest of the show with Liz almost always having a drink in her hand, smoking with m*ria, and having Rosa spend 90% of last season hanging out in a bar. Just saying...

While we’re talking about Michael and Alex, can we talk about the show constantly taking important things to them and giving scenes about them to other people? We already had Echo using the “cosmic” line last season, but mostly I’m currently focused on the show establishing in season 1 that music and the guitar is tied to Malex with the picture in the pilot episode, Michael stealing Alex’s guitar then Alex giving him one in 1x06, and then Jesse breaking Michael’s hand so he can’t play anymore, only for ever other moment of Michael and the guitar to be with someone other than Alex. Like WHYYYYY?? HOW does this show constantly undercut it’s own narrative?! We have been begging to see Michael playing guitar again since season 1 when they for some reason decided he needed to play for fucking m*ria while Alex was waiting for him, and now he’s played TWICE in this episode and both times were NOT with Alex, and NOT with Alex there to at least SEE it and give Michael heart eyes about it. It’s RIDICULOUS. (This shade is not directed at Bonnie, it’s not her fault the writers room is a mess and otherwise the scene made sense and was sweet. But STILL. 😤)

Apparently at least both Dallas and Liz agreed with Michael’s plan, but god forbid anyone stand up for Michael to Max’s face in front of the group 🙄 and to make it worse, Michael’s plan was good and Max’s worry was because he’s having issues with his powers. That is NOT a reason to lash out at MICHAEL about a GOOD PLAN just because he doesn’t think he’ll be able to help if things go wrong. Maybe telling everyone about that issue would have allowed Michael to rework the plan a bit to make Max feel more comfortable about it. But we are once again having Max hiding what is going on with him and his powers from Michael, Isobel, and Liz because we see him tell her for the first time when it’s made clear he’s been struggling for the last 6 months since Jones died.

Given that this is the last season I was already tired of wasting time for Kybel but I am REALLY, REALLY over this “intrepid reporter” narrative and I am side-eyeing Chris HARD for saying “what happens when you have two good choices” and immediately showing us Anatsa getting someone drunk and probing them for information that clearly could get them in trouble with their work. Like, everyone knows you can’t comment on an open investigation? I’m not saying Anatsa is totally at fault because clearly this lady does not take her job seriously but that whole scene was SO uncomfortable and SUCH a waste of time. We had to spend time with Kyle meeting this woman, and then MULTIPLE scenes of them together at this winery, just for Anatsa to see the video of the bank robbery? They couldn’t have had it leaked or something? Or had her and Isobel waiting for Max at the Sheriff’s office for something and Isobel stepping away and Anatsa seeing the view queued up on his computer? Still shady of her but more palatable to watch and not a giant waste of multiple scenes just to get to that point. GOD Kyle deserves SO MUCH BETTER than being stuck in all these scenes with these rando women just to get to some tiny plot point in the most convoluted way possible. We already did this in season 2 like STOOOOOP. Kyle deserves better and him and Isobel deserve more than a half-assed love story thrown together in a few episodes at the end of the season.

I get that Anatsa is going to keep digging and Isobel wants to be around to try and keep her from finding out anything because she isn’t sure if she can trust Anatsa with their secret but is guilty about dating her and keeping secrets and dating her after doing the mind whammy to keep Anatsa off the trail for a night, with the implication that it’s going to keep happening since Anatsa won’t let this go. There’s also the implication that the guilt is related to using her mind powers on someone Isobel is in an ongoing relationship with because it’s similar to Noah controlling her in their relationship. SO I’m still not sure why Isobel wouldn’t break up with Anatsa and then do what she did with Liz and send her away. She might not feel great about it, but it WOULD keep Anatsa safe as well as all of the aliens and the people who help them safe, and wouldn’t be Isobel keeping everyone safe by constantly messing around in her gf’s mind to keep her out of things. This could have happened last season or in 4x01 and allowed the rest of the season to explore Kybel without both of them being paired off with other people. I’m just tired of another pointless love triangle when Isobel working through what a “destined soulmates” relationship would mean after Noah, if she feels trapped by that idea and give us some great moments of him just causally respecting her autonomy and without even trying, proving that he’s not Noah. We might get some of this but it’s not going to be the epic build up both of those characters deserve and undercuts the “alien soulmates” mythology the show introduced in the first episode.

I’m not a scientist but that whole scene with the ENORMOUS bit of skin that’s somehow THAT BIG and solidly flat, but not like, an actual chuck of bloody skin you would get if you actually ripped off a bit of yourself on a cactus was a bit too much suspension of disbelief for the show to ask of me right now.

Also, I want to care about Shivani’s plight with her daughter, but this is like, the umpteenth time we’re doing the “person has been working to save someone sick and dying by researching alien stuff” and I’m tired.

Which, speaking of, how have we not heard about Heath in 3 episodes when his whole thing last season was “become a brilliant scientist to save my best friend since childhood, Dallas”? And having Dallas say these new people he just met 6 months ago are all he has was....such a slap in the face. And since Dallas was apparently also dying last season, is he not also getting the same treatment m*ria is that took away her powers? Or was he magically healed in some way that they couldn’t do for m*ria? What about Mimi? Did they try the treatment on her too? Who knows! Not us, they just had to invent yet another reason for m*ria to be in the middle of things because her character has actually served no purpose beyond the planned relationship with Michael as an obstacle for Malex to overcome.

Annnnd here’s were we get to the REAL salt about this episode.

I am literally BEGGING the show to not give Dallas the Gregory Manes treatment and make him pant after m*ria for the rest of the season instead of bonding with his triad, letting Michael be there for him as a support system (since Heath apparently fucked off to who knows where) like he’s been for Michael, and maybe getting to have scenes with Alex. But already this episode we saw that instead of Dallas working with his bestie Michael to help with the new aliens since he's understanding and supportive of Michael's plan, or helping Max and Jenna because he's great with people and getting them to talk to him like we saw with the homeless man last episode and with Graham Green, he's shifting to being the one getting stuck trying to make m*ria likable and relevant to the plot this season 🙄

They had to go back and retcon her having alien heritage to give her something to do, and now Mimi has been almost entirely forgotten by the narrative (was she even IN last season?) while they invented a grandparent with ties to Caulfield and now supposedly having all these alien artifacts but it would make far MORE sense for that to have been Alex or Kyle’s storyline! Both their dad’s worked at Caulfield far more recently, Jim was already confirmed to have been taking shit and giving it to Eduardo over at Deep Sky (but don’t forget, that organization does NOT know about aliens 🙄), or it could have been something Tripp took to help Norah before he was killed. So once again, Kyle and Alex and a sensible narrative are being pushed out of the way to wedge her into the story because they have too many characters and have never known what to do with her.

And look, I know I hate on m*ria but it’s so telling that they never knew what to do with her so she’s always stuck with the guest star characters to work with instead of ever being able to work with Liz her supposed BFF after season 1, or share scenes with Rosa after season 1 made it seem like she was closer to Rosa than Liz. Or they try to pair her up with Alex or Michael while refusing to address what she did to them, and hoping the audience just forgets about that, or the way she talks down to Michael and forces both of them to also praise her for being sooo wonderful. It’s sickening.

The show is also continuing to push the narrative that she’s a “saint” while actively showing us a person doing bad things and being a bad friend! I made a post about it already but the absolute tone deaf writing to have her steal medical supplies from the go-bag of a working doctor and then not be able to think of a single bad thing she might have ever done, ever is BEYOND ridiculous. You would think after ruining Greg from the sweet teacher he was and refusing to let him have scenes with his brother Alex which was 90% of why people fell in love with him (the rest was his heart eyes with Isobel which would ALSO have been a great story to explore) in order to prop up m*ria, that the writers would have learned their lesson. Here’s hoping they don’t sacrifice the Dallas we know and love and his beautiful relationship with Michael to the alter for Saint m*ria. But given what we saw in the 4x05 synopsis, I’m not holding my breath.

Just like last season, we NEED more information and more time for important things and conversations to happen on screen so why are we again wasting time propping up m*ria as a character when she’s STILL doing none of the things they keep praising her for (like being selfless, being “too hard on herself” or being any kind of good friend in any capacity), and is AGAIN, actively being the opposite of those things? Every time I start to get sad this show is ending, we get scenes like this that remind me this show will NEVER live up to the potential is has because they will always sacrifice the better and more logical story and emotional beats to cater to a character they made superfluous from the start.

Okay folks, that’s about all I have the energy for. But here’s your salty reminder that Alex is in a hole somewhere out in the desert and we likely won’t see him for a month and who knows when him and Michael we get to have scenes together again! Plus, next week is probably going to be m*ria and m*ria/Dallas heavy 🙃Lord, beer us strength.

Link to previous episode posts: 4x01, 4x02

#roswell nm #roswell spoilers #things that did not spark joy #4x03 #anti maria deluca #anti maria x dallas

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riathedreamer · 3 years

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You asked for it: live thoughts from Ria and @creatrixanimi watching RvB Zero.

So, after having a movie night the day before (third movie night in a week, actually, we are very productive) watching Neil Breen movies and “Cool Cat”, it was now time to touch upon Zero. Sadly, Zero does not belong in the “so bad it’s good” category, but alas, Ria had to spoil Haley’s innocence.

This is not a proper edited review, but just snippets of our live reaction while watching the thing together. We are not drunk, but this continued way past midnight for Ria, so maybe her brain isn’t fully functioning. Also, Ria is a potty mouth because cursing is easy when it’s not your native language. Enjoy.

Episode 1:

Ria: I can’t figure out if they were trying to do a Grif and Simmons parallel with those two random guards talking outside, the ones with the Wash retconning.

Haley: Their armor doesn’t cover their noses.

Ria: That’s gotta be cold. Frostbitten noses.

...

Haley: There is no exposition. Like, it feels like the writers had their idea and know what is going on, but we don’t so it just feels weird and random. It feels like a Marvel movie.

Ria: Is that a compliment? I haven’t watched Marvel.

Haley: Not a good one.

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Ria: This episode isn’t that bad in itself. But it’s just there to establish that the OG characters can’t beat this new villain, but the new guys can, and, urgh.

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Episode 2:

[The shot focuses on One’s behind.]

Ria’s dirty mind: Ass.

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Ria: STOP CALLING HIM DAVID.

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Ria: I like this character, but I don’t remember his name.

Haley: Raymond.

Ria: This is why we need a name system like with the Freelancers and states. Should’ve just been numbers all the way through. Except Eleven, you fucking whore.

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Haley at the sight of Raymond’s phone: It’s so big.

Ria: It’s the future. I can believe it.

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Ria: Here’s the thing driving me crazy. Axel is a normal name in Denmark. But like, only old people use it. I know two Axels and they are both older than eighty. So that’s when I think of when I see Axel.

...

[After the whole training montage where we are introduced to the characters, we are still confused.]

Ria: I can’t remember their names.

Haley: Well, they didn’t show all of them. They didn’t show One.

Ria: They did!

Haley: They did?

Ria: Wow. So we got all that tell and no show, and we are still confused.

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Haley: When it comes to genre, it’s actually not that bad with the narrated tell and don’t show. If it wanted to be a cheesy/bad action movie, that’s a trope that’s used relatively frequently in the genre. It’s a bad action movie. But it’s not RvB. It’s kinda like a particularly bad Marvel movie.

Ria: You’re really not selling me on the Marvel movies tonight.

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Ria: I know I’m just a sucker for Joe, but I keep thinking of s15. Like, here they just use the files as a cheap way to introduce the characters. But like, in s15, Dylan just read out loud Grif’s file, and it was not to introduce him, but like, to show the complexity of the characters and go against the files? I don’t know, it just seems way cooler now.

...

[After the whole “what’s East’s deal” scene, we were so confused. Literally paused for five minutes trying to figure who was whose dad and why and what. How many daughters did Axel have? And where are they? We were just lost. Future Haley: Him waxing poetic about his daughters while watching the two girls in his team train confused me like I thought he was talking about East and One and couldn’t count sdfghjk. Future Ria: I’d even watched the show before and I was still confused.]

Ria: I can’t figure out if they’re too fast or if we’re just stupid.

Haley: It’s like I’m trying to remember the details but it all slips through my fingers.

Ria: The whole Zero experience is to feel too old for this shit.

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Ria: STOP FUCKING CALLING HIM DAVID

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One: This is how it’s done, grandma.

Ria: Fuck you.

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Episode 3:

Haley: People would like it if they love dumb action shows. It works as a mindless action show.

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Haley: So this is a temple?

Ria: I hate the worldbuilding. Is this the same planet as before? Like, Chorus had temples, but it also had lore about it. Is this the same sort of temples?

Haley: So shouldn’t this temple have its own key? Why do they need to include Tucker? It makes no sense for the temple to require a totally different sword from a different planet.

Ria: So they could beat him up ‘cause OG characters are weak now.

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Haley: I don’t like the training scenes. They are so long and boring.

Ria: This is like the third episode where they are training. Holy shit.

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Haley: It’s not that bad. But if you like Red vs. Blue, it’s not something for you. They aren’t really comparable.

Ria: I just don’t understand what they wanted to continue for Red vs. Blue. Like, it’s not the worldbuilding or the plot or the characters. I just don’t get it.

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Haley: Raymond is the best character.

Ria: I like Raymond.

Haley: He’s RvB. He should be the main character.

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Ria: Did East just use the “I’m not like the other (girls)” line?

Haley: I don’t like her. She’s a brat. Why did Carolina have to apologize? They were just training, this is something she’s gonna have to deal with on a daily basis lmao.

Ria: Didn’t Carolina have a cast on her arm? It’s gone now. I can’t keep up with the timeline. So, she’s healed, but how long was Wash gone? They are so vague about everything. Worldbuilding, timeline, motivations.

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Ria: …Did Carolina just say she’d suit up? While wearing a full armor suit?

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[And this is where the cursed part takes place. To talk, we’d often pause the thing. Here, I randomly paused during the introduction for Starlight Laboratories. There’s a desk in the shot. With a fucking marker on it.]

Haley: That’s a Crayola marker. That’s a Crayola marker on the table.

Ria: Glad we can appreciate the details by pausing.

[Haley then missed the entire Axel flashback scene because she was too busy looking up pictures of Crayola markers. When this is revealed, Ria lost it for like, three minutes]

Haley: I had that marker as a kid.

Ria: So 4/5 stars for the marker?

Haley: They were supposed to smell like blueberries or something but they just smelled like chemicals.

Ria: This is the most excited we’ve been about Zero so far.

[Future Haley: I was literally laugh-crying you dont understand. This was the best part of the show.]

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Episode 4:

Ria: They all have super powers. It’s so weird.

Haley: I keep thinking they are gonna explain stuff. But they don’t. So I’m just confused.

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[Haley has now brought forth all the markers in her room to find a Crayola one. She drops them all on the floor. Ria loses it again.] [Future Haley update: I found a yellow one it smells like lemons :)]

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Ria: They are all glowing and have super powers. It’s weird. Like, I know we had super powered armor before but that was all connected to AIs. I don’t get how all of this works. They don’t have AIs.

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[We both agree that we enjoy Raymond and Tiny. Bless them.]

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Ria: It’s weird. The dialogue is so oblivious, it comments on its own mistakes. Like, Carolina just acknowledged Wash has had a computer in his head before. But they don’t acknowledge the whole canonical lore about his trauma regarding computers in his head and why he’d hate this. Same with the name David. They just noticed that it’s his first name and that’s how they’d show how close Carolina is with him, but they didn’t acknowledge the canon lore that Wash dislikes people using his first name.

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Episode 5:

Haley: Why didn’t they use Locus’ sword instead. It’d make more sense. He’s the one travelling around planets and wanting to help people??

Ria: What’s the worldbuilding here? Is Tucker on the same planet? Is this Earth? Chorus?

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Haley: Gotta love it when they make Tucker hit on teenagers.

Ria: Oh god why did they make East 18.

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Haley: They should have done something with the Warthog song, even if that’s a Red Team thing.

Ria: I miss Red Team.

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Ria: Wait, so if these three swords are connected, why can the two first ones move by themselves and they have like super powers connected to them? When Tucker’s sword is just boring? They didn’t even make a joke about how the two new swords are longer than Tucker’s.

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Tucker: I’m fine, I have my sword.

Ria: That line is so tragic in hindsight.

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One: It’s Tucker. He is dead.

Carolina: Oh my god.

Haley: *laughs her ass off*

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Haley: I don’t understand why anyone is doing anything.

Ria: Your brain is still thinking about that fucking marker.

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Episode 6:

Ria: The dialogue did it again! Wash just said “amazing medical tech”. Like, he points out a plot hole. Because that amazing tech can heal brain injuries and bring people back from death, but East had to be tortured for years to heal her vague illness? Like, why couldn’t their amazing tech fix that.

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[While watching the design of the temple.]

Ria: It looks like those are just plates glued to the wall. Dinner is served.

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Haley: There is no logical reason why they brought in Tucker. His sword isn’t even from this planet.

Ria: To lure in fans.

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Haley in a very sad voice: The speech wasn’t good.

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Episode 7:

Ria: Is all of this happening on the same planet? They keep driving. The worldbuilding is so weird. At least earlier RvB made a joke about how they could just drive everywhere. This is like a big desert, a training base, laboratory, city and temples and Tucker’s workplace, and I don’t know if it’s even on the same planet.

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Ria: Diesel is just standing there waiting while they outfit Carolina.

Haley: It’s like a video game.

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Ria: The temple’s walls are filled with runes.

Haley: It feels like a free/bought asset. It doesn’t even look like the temples on Chorus. It looks like something in WoW or something like that.

Ria: It’s driving me mad. I can read runes! Imagine a big boss fight and the freaking alphabet is plastered on the walls. That’s what I’m looking at.

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Haley: Zero is such a boring villain. It’s not interesting when we don’t know what this “power” actually is or what he wants to do with it.

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Ria: That’s the helmet Spencer wore.

Haley: Oh god I forgot about him.

Ria: So did the writers.

Haley: Spencer should have been the real villain.

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Haley: *sees the random model of the temple guardian alien* I miss Santa.

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Episode 8:

Ria: The aliens are just dancing in the background while Carolina is fighting Diesel.

Haley laughing: Oh my god, they are. They are just jumping up and down.

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Ria: So, the villain just turned overpowered, and the solution is that Raymond just flicks a switch we haven’t heard about and now the heroes are overpowered too?

Haley: It just makes them shiny. And like... they don’t even use the “power”, they don’t fight him with their powers which only some of them have, they just shoot their ordinary guns at him while doing unnecessary flips.

Ria: I just remembered Church’s dick switch. That had more dramatic buildup.

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Axel: You’re too cocky for that.

Ria’s dirty brain: Cock.

...

Post Zero thoughts:

[Ria returns from bathroom break and Haley is proudly showing off her marker over video cam.]

Haley: There was too much going on so I just focused on the marker.

Ria: So how many stars would you give it?

Haley: It’s really bad.

Ria: How many stars for marker representation?

Haley: Three out of five. It was only there for a second.

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Haley: In the beginning, it wasn’t that bad. It was dumb, but also fun and sorta cool. But then it just went on for too long and they didn’t explain anything properly and it stopped being fun really fast. But I can see why some people might enjoy it. Like, you’d love it for its action but only that. Not for plot and/or the character writing.

Ria: I think my biggest problem is the worldbuilding. They kept everything so vague because they didn’t want to connect, not really. Like, where is this happening? When? Why are Carolina and Wash there? Like, the motivations for all the characters were so vague as well.

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Haley: Raymond was great. He had personality and some good lines. And he felt like RvB. Like, he used his brain and actually got shit done, but he also wasn’t over-powered. He followed a similar character arc to what the Reds and Blues had. He sucks at fighting but he’s efficient and smart in a practical way with his rocket launcher. He does the most and he doesn’t stop being a goofball! Even Zero was focused on stopping him the most at the end. And he didn’t need to do any stupid flips.

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Haley: The borrowed assets annoyed me. It ended up looking stupid, like, the temple felt more like fantasy than science fiction. And nothing like Chorus. And normally, RvB doesn’t have to worry about being cohesive because all of the designs are from Halo so it all makes sense and it’s connected. But this is just so random it feels distracting, I feel like this is a big reason people felt that Zero was so jarring… but on a subconscious level. It just felt off and there was no cohesive design. Also everything looked like it was made for video games and not modified at all for the show.

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Haley: Honestly I was optimistic at first but then I got confused really fast and it kept getting worse because it was so fast. They didn’t explain stuff properly or at all. Like, they made it too big. Should have been smaller. I thought going with the “Starlight Labs is evil and needs to go down” plot would have been A LOT better and would have tied together multiple aspects of the story that the temple plot didn’t.

Ria: If I had the power which I don’t, I dunno, but I if the main point was to introduce new characters, I’d keep them tied to lore and worldbuilding we already know. So we don’t get so confused and it doesn’t feel so disconnected. Like, I’m still in love with the idea that it should have been Carolina on Chorus dealing with these soldiers who have been fighting all their lives and now don’t have to do that anymore. But maybe Chorus still needing an army, and that’s why she is training it. I don’t know, but like, familiar, build on what we know. And then they wouldn’t be superpowered, but like, just competent-ish but normal soldiers and we’d get to know them better, but I just think Zero just wanted them to be these super cool soldiers even better than Carolina so they could pull off all the fight scenes. ‘Cause it’s all Zero has going for it. The fight scenes. It’s its strength and weakness ‘cause they sacrificed everything else to look cool. And it does. But it’s boring and there is nothing else going on.

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Ria: I’m still so annoyed about the temples. Why are they there? Like, on Chorus it was a big thing, also plotwise, but it had lore connected to it and the worldbuilding explained it. So, where are these temples? A different planet, right? Is it the same aliens? Are people just cool with the temples? Why haven’t they been explored before. Chorus made sure to explain all of that.

...

Haley: The West and East scene-

Ria: Feast.

Haley: Confused me. ‘cause West didn’t really regret anything. He just said why he did it. And then all of the sudden East forgave him and rejoined the team. It was so weird. He doubled down on the thing she hated him for so much I was like “Wow he’s kinda an asshole” and then all of a sudden she was on his side? What?

...

Haley: Zero does its job if you want action and nothing else. And it’s not RvB. Don’t watch it if you like RvB. And I just want to acknowledge that we are nitpicking. Quite a bit. I’ll admit that. But, I wouldn’t nitpick the other RvB seasons the same way because the old RvB never took itself seriously the way Zero did.

Ria: I agree. We are nitpicking. But like, that’s why we have the movie nights.

Haley: But we are also allowed to criticize it. You can do that with any season. And with the other seasons, you could nitpick it and you can find stuff you don’t like, but there are always stuff you do like or that other people like. I just can’t find anything about Zero that I like. Besides Raymond.

Ria: Yeah. Like, I really love 15. And it had so many flaws people pointed out. And when it comes to criticism and Zero, I just don’t see many points about why people like it. They are allowed to do that though. But, like, we could have a movie night where we watch the Chorus seasons and we’d nitpick so much because we both have issues with it, but there is still so much stuff we’d still like.

Haley: I like Raymond though. He’s like Grimmons lovechild.

Ria: No. Fuck you. Don’t put that in my brain.

...

Haley: Raymond being in this… I want to say it feels like the Freelancers seasons but if Grif was part of the team or something. But that’s just “Hit and Run”. *laughs*

Ria: NO! That’s cursed. Shut up. Also, the Freelancers were way better written.

Haley: And those seasons made better sense.

Ria: And like, the Freelancer seasons did the thing with change of tone and have these new and super cool characters and fight scenes. But they kept half of the seasons to be around the Reds and Blues so we still had the humor and the dumbasses, and Zero just, it didn’t connect.

...

Haley: So, I have some thoughts on Zero.

Ria: I know, you fuck, I had to write them all down by hand.

Haley: I like bad movies, actually, but Zero didn’t stay fun, so no, I didn’t enjoy it.

...

Ria: Do you forgive me for making you watch Zero?

Haley: Yeah.

Ria: What should we watch next?

...

Also, Haley dressed up her dog for the event and you all deserve to see her:

#we asked you answered we delivered #like most of these are just stupid observation #but we do have some proper reflections on the good and the bad and the ugly #and markers!#rvb zero critical

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homeformyheart · 3 years

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bucket list - all pairings (twc)

author’s note: i woke up one morning with the thought of what would each UB RO do if they found out the detective had a bucket list because they thought they might die soon from all the supernatural activity, and we’ll all have to thank @pearlsandsteel, @kelseaaa, @wayhavenots, and @ohnobbwhatisyoudoing for bullying encouraging me to do this (if you don’t like it, blame them; if you like it, thank them). hope you all enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except the oc detectives, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – all pairings (6 detectives) rating/warnings: 14+; minor angst based on/prompt: inspired by the movie a walk to remember word count: ~3.5k words in total (~500-700 words per pairing) summary: the detective has a bucket list of things they’d like to do before they die (these are all canon stories). each pairing is featured in a ~500-700 word drabble.

1. adam du mortain x detective lyra kingston x nate sewell (LT) 2. mason x detective ria knight 3. nate sewell x detective cassie knight 4. felix hauville x detective harley bishop** 5. adam du mortain x detective regina bishop** 6. mason x detective brooklyn kingston**

** the ones with asterisks have little easter eggs / connection to other prompt fills / fics i’ve written for those pairings. bonus points if you can figure out what they are before you get to the end of those!

and tell me which one you liked best / least 👀 (i need to know your angst thresholds for research).

bucket list

1. adam du mortain x detective lyra kingston x nate sewell (LT) (~600 words)

lyra rummaged through the drawer of her nightstand, tossing out old receipts, rubber bands, and other random knick-knacks that she really didn’t need but kept anyway “just in case.” her fingers finally wrapped around a thick card-sized envelope and she yanked it out of the drawer triumphantly, instantly recognizing the pale yellow color and her name written on the outside.

a knock on the door made her spin around and instinctively hide the card behind her back. nate opened the door, leaning casually against the doorway, and smiled gently at her in a way that made her forget she was supposed to be annoyed with him for how secretive he was.

“did you find what you were looking for?”

lyra nodded before walking out into the living room and sitting down on the couch. she patted the seat to her left and nate obliged, sitting close enough that their thighs touched. she did her best to ignore adam from where he was standing just a few feet away. he had insisted on coming with them to retrieve lyra’s belongings, for added protection and since nate couldn’t drive.

“it’s the card my dad wrote for me when i was born,” she said quietly, her usual energy tempered. “it’s been a while since i’ve read it.”

her fingers trembled as she opened the flap of the envelope and slid the plain white card out, the only embellishment being a simple watercolor of a few hydrangeas on the front.

nate hesitantly wrapped an arm around lyra’s waist, moving slowly and watching carefully for any signs that it would be unwelcome in the moment. he relaxed when lyra instinctively leaned towards him, the subtle shift in her body language not going unnoticed by a certain commanding agent from his station by the window.

“will you tell me about it?” nate asked softly, seeming to have forgotten they weren’t alone.

lyra opened the card and ran her fingers down rook’s scrawl-like handwriting. she swallowed heavily to keep the tears stinging her eyes at bay.

“nothing to tell really, he wrote stuff about how much he loved me already and couldn’t wait to show me the world,” she said quietly, her voice breaking. she cleared her throat. “he wrote a list of things he wanted me to experience.”

she grabbed a pen from her purse and proceeded to cross out items on the list, stopping only to circle the last one.

fall in love

nate leaned in closer, running his finger down the list of crossed out words before pausing on the last one and looking up at lyra quizzically.

her throat was suddenly dry. she dropped her gaze towards her lap. “bobby doesn’t count,” she whispered. “that wasn’t love. my dad would want me to be with someone who loves me for me.”

nate tilted her chin up with a finger so she was looking into his eyes again. “i hope one day i could be that someone,” nate murmured, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

lyra’s breath caught in her throat and she blushed under his intense glaze. “well, you’re certainly, um,” she paused and glanced away to collect herself, making eye contact with adam inadvertently. her body tensed subconsciously, warring with itself to stay in nate’s warmth and ignore adam’s magnetic pull.

she tore her eyes away from the pained look on adam’s face and forced a smile.

“you make it easy, nate,” she said, her own smile growing genuinely in response to nate’s, despite the soft bitter edge in her voice and how it cut through adam like a knife.

* * * * * 2. mason x detective ria knight (~560 words)

ria clutched a crumpled up note in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, the thin paper disintegrating rapidly as she inhaled deeply, letting the smoke burn the back of her throat and lungs until she couldn’t take it anymore. her head fell back against the gate as she exhaled, the cloud of smoke stinging her eyes since she refused to close them.

just tell him.

“tell me what?” a gruff voice broke through the haze and made her blink. she hadn’t realized she said anything out loud.

she carefully schooled her features with a look of indifference as she crushed the cigarette under her foot.

“bold of you to assume i was referring to you,” she shrugged, turning to walk the short distance to the warehouse.

mason fell into step beside her, an easy silence settling over them both. ria kept crinkling the paper in her hand with her thumb, crumpling and uncrumpling it over and over again, glancing at it every so often until they were in the living room.

if mason was curious about what was on the piece of paper, he didn’t show it.

“what do you have there, ria?” felix’s eager voice brought ria’s attention back to the present and she inwardly groaned.

felix was the last person she wanted around right now. he was too observant for his own good.

“a bucket list,” she muttered, crumpling the paper inside a tight fist.

“what’s a bucket list?” the younger vampire asked.

ria sighed. “it’s a list that people make of things they want to do before they die,” she said, her voice so uncharacteristically soft that mason almost wondered if he had misheard. “i know my life is in constant danger, so i thought it might help to make sure i write down what’s important to me.”

felix’s mouth parted in surprise, but mason interrupted before he could say anything. “what’s on the list?” he asked gruffly, though not unkindly.

ria gave him a long, hesitant look. “i wanted to show you my dad’s grave. catch him up on everything,” she said, her gaze dropping. “it’s been a while since i’ve gone to see him.”

“name the time and place, sweetheart,” mason said quietly, the weight of his words washing over her and softening her features. he stepped closer to her, even though felix would be able to hear everything he said anyway. “you’re not dying on my watch.”

she swallowed the snarky, defensive retort that sat on the tip of her tongue. “thank you,” she mouthed silently instead.

“is there anything else on your list?” felix asked, stepping closer to ria.

she quickly pulled her hand behind her back and walked past him. “nothing important,” she snapped, tossing the crumpled ball of paper into the trash before heading to her room.

felix exchanged a knowing look with mason and dug the ball out of the trash, carefully uncrumpling it.

“this isn’t much of a list, there are only two things on here,” he said, trying to smooth out the paper so he could read her handwriting.

mason snatched the paper before felix could read the rest of it, skimming over the words himself, brows furrowing tighter before he let it drop to the floor. felix picked it up as mason stormed out of the warehouse, reading the only other thing that ria had written on her bucket list:

tell mason i love him.

* * * * * 3. nate sewell x detective cassie knight (~600 words)

cassie grabbed a tissue from the box on her coffee table, wiping her tears furiously as the credits of the movie they had finished watching began rolling on the screen. nate turned off the television with a smile, wrapping an arm around cassie and pulling her closer until she was practically in his lap.

“i thought you’ve seen this movie before,” he teased, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down her arm.

cassie elbowed him playfully. “don’t judge me. i love the book but the movie always gets me, especially when he helps her finish her bucket list.”

“i can honestly say i prefer the book,” he said, genuinely surprised to see this side of cassie.

he hadn’t seen her this at ease in a long time, maybe ever. she looked comfortable and content, despite her puffy eyes and red nose, all of which he found absolutely endearing.

“the nathaniel sewell, connoisseur of historical tomes and vintage novels, read a nicholas sparks’ romance novel?”

it was cassie’s turn to be surprised.

things were still relatively new between them, but not for lack of effort. the steady stream of missions and supernatural activity in wayhaven kept them both far too busy for comfort. and when they weren’t on missions, she still had a lot of work at the station and nate always had mission-related paperwork and research to do.

it shouldn’t have been a surprise that there wasn’t much they knew of each other when it came to personal quirks and guilty pleasures, but nate wanted to know more.

nate’s gaze dropped at cassie’s inquiring look. “i—um, dated someone a while ago who really enjoyed his books and i thought reading them would help.”

he could almost see the gears turning in her head as her eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“i could see why you might think it would make someone fall in love with you,” she said finally, a wistful distance settling into her eyes. “bobby liked to compare himself to noah calhoun from the notebook.”

nate felt his entire body tense and he had to clench his jaw to keep from violently flinching. just the thought of that reporter and how he had mistreated cassie was enough to make his blood boil.

“you said you liked the part where landon helps jamie with her bucket list. do you have one?” nate asked, trying to turn the conversation back to a safer topic.

cassie’s eyes widened slightly in confusion before she realized what nate was doing and gave him a grateful smile. “i do, actually. i’ve been meaning to update it,” she said, reaching for a leather-bound journal resting on the coffee table and flipping to a page in the back.

“may i?” he asked, noting the flicker of hesitation darkening her green eyes for a fraction of a second before she nodded.

nate took the journal from her and skimmed the list. it mostly comprised of things he thought were consistent with how thoughtful cassie was, but the second-to-last item stole the breath from his lungs in a painful way.

live to 30

he put the journal down before grabbing both of her hands. “i will do everything in my power to keep you safe, i promise. you will get to live beyond thirty,” he said, his eyes flashing with a seriousness that was rarely directed at her.

“then i will look forward to the day i can cross that one out,” cassie said, giving him a warm smile.

nate felt his breath return to him as cassie settled against his side once more, her warmth reminding him to cherish these rare moments they shared.

* * * * * 4. felix hauville x detective harley bishop (~500 words)

harley scanned the legal pad in front of her, two-thirds of it filled out with various experiences and things she wanted to do sooner rather than later. it took meeting felix and the rest of unit bravo for her to realize that she had become very content and complacent with her life. felix’s enthusiasm for this world made her want to explore and experience things.

but more than anything, hayley wanted to feel alive.

the trappers had become more brazen and the number of close-calls in the past few weeks didn’t sit well with her. she never really had any personal ambition or dreams, but she knew now that she wanted more moments with felix.

she looked down at the list that seemed to keep growing by the hour.

show felix the grotto

take felix camping

learn how to cook one dish

a knock on her door, followed by the sight of felix’s head peeking around the doorframe made her look up.

“hey babe, what are you up to?” he asked, clambering on top of her bed to get as close to her as possible.

“i’m just putting together a bucket list of things i want to do while i still have the chance,” she replied, trying to keep her voice light.

felix lifted his head from her shoulder so he could study her face. she made a point of avoiding eye contact as she held up the legal pad.

“these are some of my favorite spots in wayhaven,” harley said, her finger running down between the numbers three and ten. “i want to make sure that you get to see them.”

“and i can’t wait. but we have plenty of time for that babe,” felix said, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her closer. “i promise.”

“but what if we don’t?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “i want to make sure you don’t forget me.”

truthfully, that was what really had been bothering her the past few weeks. harley worried that compared to felix’s eternal life, hers was not only insignificant, but also incredibly boring.

he gently cupped her face in his hands. “i would never want to forget you. and we’re going to be together for a very long time, okay?”

she nodded and mustered a small smile. “okay,” she said, a warm flush spreading from the touch of his skin on her face through her body.

he gave her a soft kiss before grabbing the legal pad from her hands. “i want to add stuff to the list too. things i want to do with you,” he said, his cheerful energy rubbing off on her as she handed him a pen.

she rested her chin on his shoulder this time, so she could watch as he scribbled a few things near the bottom. they were mostly ideas for different types of date activities, but the last thing he wrote made her lift her head and freeze.

tell harley i love her.

harley looked at felix, stunned, to find him smiling softly at her. “one day, really soon,” he murmured, his eyes shining before his lips enveloped hers in a kiss. and she knew that day couldn’t come soon enough.

reference fic: camping.

* * * * * 5. adam du mortain x detective regina bishop (~570 words)

regina watched adam play with their children from where she was sitting on the porch, pretending that ten-year-old jacques and seven-year-old cecilia were able to pin him to the ground. she smiled as their youngest, four-year-old philip, waddled over and placed a fistful of daisies on adam’s face, before sitting down and rearranging them with a look of concentration on his round face.

she let herself bask in the moment of happiness that she knew would be fleeting, before looking down at the journal on her lap. she pulled out the worn sheet of paper tucked away in the middle, covered in hasty scribbles and crossed-out words on each layer of sticky notes, a bucket list she made years ago and continued to update.

tell adam i love him

get married

build a house by the sea

revive the du mortain line

raise our family together

regina smiled as she quickly skimmed over the crinkled pile of notes, sifting through them carefully so as not to further wear down the adhesive before she got near the bottom and pulled out a bright green-colored sticky note with only one thing written on it. all the other notes in the pile were pink and blue because she had wanted this one to stand out so she could easily find it.

turn?

don’t turn?

decide whether to turn

her smile faded. it hadn’t taken long to work through everything else she put on her bucket list. even the ones that took considerable effort (and really, it was mainly getting adam to come around to having kids), she was able to accomplish through sheer stubbornness and determination. but this last one was different.

regina was afraid to bring it up with adam and she knew he wouldn’t bring it up first. she knew him well enough by now that he would insist that this needed to be her decision and hers alone and refuse to influence her either way. but because she understood him better than he understood himself most days, she also knew that her death might break him and return him to an even darker and more repressed version of himself than before.

a sudden darkness brought her attention back up to meet a pair of wavering green eyes. her gaze flicked past him to note the children still playing together in the yard before meeting his again as he sat down next to her, reaching over to clasp his hand over hers.

“your bucket list?” he asked, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

when he first found out she had created one, under the assumption that she could die at any moment, he was unsurprisingly fearful, and remained simultaneously distant and protective for a long while. it did, however, help spark the conversation between them about having children.

regina nodded. “i still can’t believe i managed to accomplish all the things i’ve written down over the years. i just really have one thing left to figure out.”

adam intertwined his fingers with hers and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. the small circles he drew seemed to relieve some of the tension in both of their shoulders.

“whatever you decide,” he said finally, a noticeable strain in his voice. “i will respect it.”

“thank you,” she responded quietly, a thick tension sending a chill over them both despite the bright and warm sun and the laughter of their children surrounding them.

reference fic: cottage by the sea.

* * * * * 6. mason x detective brooklyn kingston (~530 words)

mason leaned against the side of brooklyn’s desk as they turned off their computer and pulled out a loose sheet of paper.

“what’s that?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

things had been relatively calm in town and even though the quiet made adam tense and stern, mason enjoyed the reprieve. especially since it meant that he got to spend more time with brooklyn. they had threatened to quit the team and move out of town not that long ago, but had yet to follow through.

he wasn’t going to question them on it. he had already made it clear that he would follow them to the end.

“a bucket list,” they replied distractedly, not even bothering to look up at him. “a list of things i want to do before i leave wayhaven.”

mason raised an eyebrow. so they were still planning to leave. he leaned over and let his finger land on the sheet, pinning it to the desk.

“this is an ambitious list,” he remarked as he scanned the list of thirty things or so, most of which had been crossed out.

they lifted his finger and swatted his hand away before smoothing out the page. “are you doubting me?”

“i’d never do that, brooks,” he said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. “come on, i’ll take you home.”

“i’m going to dinner at verda’s and he’ll take me home after. i’ll see you tomorrow,” brooklyn said quickly, grabbing the cigarette from his fingers and tossing it into the trash can under their desk.

“i should make you start paying for those,” he growled playfully.

brooklyn chuckled. “or you could stop buying them. now get going so i can finish up here.”

he smirked and leaned in close enough that they could trace the freckles on his face with their nose if they leaned forward just a little.

“do i get a kiss before i go?” he asked with a smirk on his face, his gaze focused on their lips.

their eyes flicked down to his lips and back up to his grey eyes, the playfulness simmering behind a seriousness that made their breath catch. they tilted their head slightly and leaned forward to press their lips to his, letting his wrap around theirs for a brief second before pulling away.

“goodbye, mason,” they murmured, smiling gently at him, hoping the ache in their chest wasn’t visible in any way.

mason’s eyes fluttered open and his heartbeat thudded in his ears, the sound becoming more familiar each time they kissed. this time, however, brooklyn’s lips felt different and not in any way that he could pinpoint. mason’s eyes searched theirs, confused but unable to figure out exactly why he felt so uneasy.

after a moment, he shrugged and got up from their desk, turning back to nod at them once before heading out. brooklyn’s smile faded and they looked over their list one more time. the few they had left were ones they had planned on knocking out that evening, starting with verda and his family.

they just hadn’t expected to complete the last item so soon:

say goodbye to mason.

reference fic: menage

* * * * * permatag: @kelseaaa; @kat-tia801; @anotherbeingsworld; @crackerdumortain; @pearlsandsteel; @gloynporslen; @writer-ish; @sosolenoo; @alyssalauren; @fhauvilles; @wayhavenots; @gingerbreton; @takemyopenheart; nate x detective: @missameliep;

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mihorapendeja · 3 years

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happier than ever | tsukishima x you

the one shot in which tsukishima basically falls for a female version of everyone's favorite sunny tangerine.

genre: fluff/soft core smut lmao i haven't done this in years i feel silly but here you go

pairing(s): kei tsukishima x you (referred to as "ria kihira" in part 1 bc this was originally going to be an OC thing but nvm a/n's: show this some love and interaction pls.

PART 1: THE PAST

❝Again?❞ Even though Tsukishima complained again, this time he made it easier for her as he even stood completely still. Such a good boy.

❝Let her beat your face!❞ Shoyo exclaimed as she smiled in delight, then moving on to pat the powder puff on his stupid face. Of course she only took a few seconds for him, but all the time in the world for Hinata.

While the two chirped about the new reboot trailer for Dexter, Kuroo's sleazy self slid beside his lanky child with an extra smug look on his face. That man was a menace.

❝Say, don't you think they look related?❞

Tsukishima was a difficult man to catch off guard, but right then and there, a mini existential crisis kicked in. His eyes darted back and forth between Shoyo and Ria Kihira, the makeup artist on set for the commercial filming day.

Kei knew Kuroo was a slut for all the pretty things in life — he constantly had a trope of hot women surrounding him.

But this time, he'd really outdone himself.

Not a stupid man entirely, a huge shit-eating grin formed on Tetsuro's face. He followed Kei's eyes who desperately wandered back and forth their matching hair, skin tone, lack of height... "please let it be a mere coincidence because it's bad enough that—" Kei shut his own intrusive mind from further thinking as he slapped his hand over Kuroo's mouth shut. Tight.

That hyena laugh was not being unleashed today.

THE STORY OF HOW YOU MET:

ca. 2019, on set of a commercial for one of Kuroo's production companies. After Tetsuro had defeated Kei in a game of beer pong, he had to comply with the loser's bet -- be part of the damn commercial along with Shoyo, for a viewership boost. So he said. Ria was the makeup artist on set that day, and it pretty much went from Tsuki acting like a feral cat who didn't want to be touched by any makeup tools, to blissfully passing out in a chair while she gently stroked his face with a soft powder brush.

Near the end of the day when he'd no longer back away from her with animosity, it was Kuroo's stupidly astute observation that left him rattled. The boy was put into a choke hold because he refused to like someone with the same orange hair and milky skin tone as Hinata. Someone equally bright, bubbly, and stupid ... yeah that refusal didn't last long. Ria spoke her mind so freely, being direct but never pleading because she respected herself in that regard. He liked that and before Kei knew it, he found himself admitting to her that he was, "actually quite fond of you." She understood it was his way of saying those pesky 3 words, 8 letters.

PART 2: THE PRESENT, 3 YEARS LATER.

THE ALARM CLOCK rang it’s deathly siren like tone, nearly sending you into cardiac arrest. Although he defensively stretched an arm out over your chest as if ready to protect, Kei did not get up.

Of course he wouldn't.

Like every morning at 4am, it was you who suffered the most when getting out of bed to grab the phone to silence that torture down. As you had deeply sighed and turned to face the bed, Tssuki was now face up with the covers all the way up to his nose.

Even in your groggy state, you could tell he was smirking. That smug bastard stared at you intently, dead still. While Kei typically minded his own business and was at times thought of as quiet, the boy was definitely not shy. You wouldn't call him a total flirt, but he could so hold onto a gaze without so little as batting a long eyelash.

Kei was, extremely competitive. Lightning would have to strike his literal eyes to keep them from staring at you, specifically at your curvy thighs.

The way your soft cotton shorts rode up them was always a very pleasant sight, so he just kept staring, happily.

He loved that little penguin walk you busted into every morning when shutting the alarm off.

It’s like you couldn’t balance properly, and he swore that you were always shorter looking in the early hours of the day. He didn’t know how you could lack more height than you already did at barely 5 feet 2, but it always seemed that way.

It was especially cute, like he could just grab you and keep you in the palm of his hand.

Tired, you sat back down on the bed. You scooted until meeting the headboard, and then just let her head dip back.

It was so incredibly peaceful until you could no longer ignore his obvious glaring. “If you’re awake already, why don’t you get up?”

“It’s barely 4:05,

we don’t go in till 5am.”

He said so factually that you just deeply exhaled. Tssuki was definitely not a morning person, and neither were you.

Even though you were much more energetic, it was a Friday and you could not wait for the end of the workday already.

While Tssuki could be late to practice because let's be honest, few would even confront him, you could not pull off the same irresponsibility.

You cared way too much, and in general, hated the feeling of being late to anything. "Come on." You murmured, nudging Kei as he completely ignored you and kept on sleeping.

You waited for another minute before climbing out of bed, grabbing his attention once again. This time, your black shorts were scrunched further up. So far up that your ample ass cheeks were out in all their glory.

“Arigato, thank you god.”

Nishinoya would say.

“Well I’m not as naturally good looking as you so I’m gonna go shower and start getting ready.”

You huffed, truly riling Kei up inside. Hearing you say that genuinely made something inside of his stomach stir, so he instinctively reached out towards your wrist.

Even in the dark room, he could see your face clearly and tell you weren’t joking. "The fuck is wrong with her?" He thought, not angry, but extremely concerned because you weren't fishing for a compliment.

The two of you had been together for over 3 years now, and so he more than knew that you were not that kind of girl.

Yes, you lacked height at 5’2, but you were physically strong. Literally, you could carry all the grocery bags in one go with no issues. Lifting abilities? Check.

Even though Tssuki cruelly chose the apartment with extra high kitchen shelves, you would never ask for help to reach for stuff. "Help I can't reach" was not a phrase that existed in your world.

Literally, he’d sometimes walk in for some juice and find you on top of a chair reaching for something, if not on the literal counter tops to store items.

Independent? Check.

Resourceful? Check.

On top of all that, you had a voluptuous body he thought was fucking scrumptious. He understood that the norms for women in Japan could be vicious, especially if you weren’t a slender door like he was, but despite your insecurities, you still wore it all so well. You didn’t let it stop you from wearing whatever you wanted (as you should).

At times he did think you were a little bit stupid for fretting over such body image issues, but Tssuki was okay with that.

He didn’t want a know it all like himself, that be beyond insufferable.

Before he knew it, you were teaching him a thing or two as well. So Tssuki then knew you were not a vapid pick me girl, and that was honestly a pretty big turn on for him.

SPEAKING OF TURN ons, Kei found it incredibly hot to have you pinned beneath him, like you currently were.

It wasn’t an ingenue kink, to have you below him so submissively and weak, no. It was the way you fought to assert yourself, and the way you writhed. The way you tried to break free was no half assed attempt either.

Sometimes you'd even throw in a few knees into it, and Tssuki didn't mind it one bit. Two dominate personalities, things were always bound to be feisty in bed.

This time however, he sensed some a defeat in your soul.

Convinced to rekindle your spirits, his brows furrowed as he lowered himself closer to your pretty face.

“Take that back.” Tssuki growled in a low, oh so sexy deepened morning voice.

“I can’t, It’s true.” You protested, sighing as he pulled himself away only to then wrap his arms around your waist and throw you over his shoulders.

Misreading the situation, you first protested before breaking into full on laughter as he stormed into the shower with you still dangling, kicking your short legs in the air.

You had thought this was playful Tssuki, the version no one was too familiar with.

Except you … and Yamaguchi. You and Yams lived to exchange Tssuki-isms.

You were mistaken when trying to approach him as he had stripped entirely. God, you so badly wanted to touch his defined chest and close the space between —and that’s when your favorite salt mine smirked as he instinctively reached back to swivel the shower handle on.

Grabbing the detachable shower heard, Tssuki sprayed you down.

"That son of a bitch." You thought, having jumped back in shock, literally. The water was so fucking cold.

Tssuki raised a brow, testing you. On one hand, he thought you looked like a helpless kitten that was abandoned on some random parking lot on a rainy day.

He was an asshole, but if he ever came across a lonely stray cat, he'd so scoop it up and take home for some warm milk.

On the other hand, he thought you looked even more hot with the way your baggy shirt now clung onto every part of your curvaceous body.

Tssuki had to exhale as he saw your nipples peaking through your smaller but perfect chest. He just wanted to cup your perky tits, squeeze them and hear you moan in delight—your hot breath on his ear as you rested a side of your face on his.

“Can’t touch me till you take that back.”

He warned as you tried to take a step forward.

“Tssu— you whined, sighing as you crossed your arms, cold.

“Admit it, you’re beautiful. Say it.” He insisted as you tossed your head back. "I’m beautiful … kinda, I mean” you trailed off, too distracted by your own cruel thoughts to notice when he raised the shower head again to spray you down.

“Ouch!” You gasped this time, burned by the super hot water. Tssuki turned, realizing that instead of increasing the water’s pressure, he had turned it to the hot side.

Steaming hot.

He rubbed them back of his neck, sheepishly trying to play off. That stupidly cool bathroom is literally what had sold him into choosing that apartment.

After a long day of training, having a large bathtub to soak in, or large walk in shower that doubled as a sauna to rest in was a treat. Not only that, but curative. You swore that this man's epsom salt baths were the reason his long limbs were always good to go, pain free.

Tssuki rushed to place the shower head back on, pushing a few buttons on the digital control panel to get some therapeutic steam going.

On a good morning, he'd already have you pinned to the wall. Your face buried into his neck as Tssuki spread your ass apart, drilling his every inch into you.

But sadly, this wasn't a good morning ... yet. When you waved a hand out in defeat, eyes swelling with tears, Kei grabbed you right before you could step away.

You slammed into his chest with a light thump as he then grabbed your shoulders to keep you balanced. "My clumsy pumpkin." He thought as you raised your head to meet his warm eyes.

Tssuki lowered his face, gently planting a kiss on your forehead. Pulling away, he grabbed your arm & extended it out as he begin to plant a trail of kisses over the burned-pink area. His kisses deepened the closer he got to your neck, stopping only when at your jawline.

Now, the two of you were staring directly at each other, his eyes radiating all the comfort you wanted to see: love, adoration, lust. It was so quiet, but your heartbeat was so damn loud.

His actions were doing all the talking. Now completely soaked, you looked down at the hem of your shirt as Tssuki grabbed both ends and begin to lift the blouse up and away from you.

Left in nothing but shorts, he kept his eyes locked on you as you nodded while he lowered himself to help you out of them.

Now, completely naked, he just stared at you in awe.

You were his goddess, and he was going to happily worship, service, respect, love.

ARIGATO GOD.

“I don’t know why you hesitate” he softly whispered as you took in a deep breath, suddenly feeling overly emotional. Near tears kind of overwhelmed.

To keep yourself from actually sobbing, you cleared your throat to speak up, “I love my job, but I guess sometimes working with so many beautiful models, I can’t help but to compare my—

Tssuki had heard enough about your delusions. His hands flew the sides of your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You felt such a thrill surging through your body as he so easily hoisted you up.

It was your favorite thing in the world, to wrap your legs around his long torso, and it was Tssuki’s favorite thing to dig his hands into your firm ass, your soft thighs.

Pulling away, he takes slow steps forward so your back gently meets the wall. With one hand, he caressed your face , thumb gliding over your cheek before connecting his forehead with yours.

“As I was saying, - I don’t know why you hesitate to say it, but I think you’re the most beautiful person in this whole goddamn world.”

A pesky tear escaped onto your cheek, and Tssuki blotted it away with a kiss, burying his face closer to yours. So close your noses are now touching.

When he wanted to, Tssuki could be so completely soft.

“You don’t know every single person in this world.”

You laughed, still touched by his bold declaration.

“I mean it. Waking up to you every morning I think wow, I’m so lucky.”

He admits as you then break into another chuckle. “You’re so full of shit, that’s not the first thing you think of.”

Tssuki pulls on your lower lip down with his thumb, chuckling back. “You idiot sandwich I didn’t say it was the first thing, but it’s a close second.”

You find yourself laughing out loud, his frisky smile fully plastered on his face as your nose scrunches in that way he finds so fucking adorable.

“Begone negativity.” He both teases and shudders at the thought of how Suga burned that in the back of his mind.

“Do I have to sing that stupid One Direction song to you?” Tssuki then jokingly added as your eyes widened.

“You wouldn’t!”

“You’re right that’s disgusting.” He scoffed, hoisting you further up as he took your breath away with another kiss, this time, his hands running through your hair.

It was always a mystery with him, never knowing if he was going to pull on your hair, or caress it.

This time however, as his tongue slipped into your mouth, eager, you couldn’t help but to squeal. You had to give it to him, the man was great at multitasking. While he deepened the kiss, Tssuki tapped the melody of that dumb song on your thighs as if drumming.

"You're insecure, don't know what for, you're turning heads when you walk through the door / don't need makeup to cover up, being the way that you are is enough --

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh, oh, you don't know you're beautiful."

Tssuki had really taken SMACK MY ASS LIKE A DRUM to a whole other level, and you couldn't even be mad about it.

"Having fun, ya happy doing that?" You teased as he now gave himself a quick rub, fully erect. Your man was so well endowed and that was both exciting and terrifying at times. While you loved dominant Tssuki, today he was a bit more mellow and less gimp man.

"Fuck, Kei-" You moaned as he slowly entered you, rubbing your clit with his thumb, the pressure just right. "I'm definitely having fun, in fact" he smirked as you moved down to slam yourself further into him, begging for more, "I'm happier than ever."

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