one in a million when i watch smthing in the horror genre and don't end up disappointed to/and/or pissed off about it so like "also yeah i liked it. ooo" is like relative to that an off the charts rave review of media of the millennium. also i did think about mh a lot along the way so would recommend its affect/effect if you like mh's horror too

soft haikyuu!! boys with a baddie* s/o  😈

characters:  yamaguchi, hinata, suga, akaashi, nishinoya & tendou

tw// swearing

*(a/n): anon requested a kinda sassy, sarcastic reader and verbatim ‘she is basically a salt bag, but she also has like some sugar’  so i simplified that down to baddie :) so the reader isn’t really a delinquent but they are a bit rough around the edges uffabvrslbv 

Tadashi Yamaguchi

he definitely thinks you’re really cool and he wants to be just like you :O

bc you give off ‘bad bitch who doesn’t care about what other ppl think about them’ energy and what he would give tO HAVE THAT!!

so that’s when he knew he needed to be your friend >:) 

so he was like ‘tsukki, go talk to (y/n) for me >:)’ thinking that was his first step to becoming confident pfft

luckily, god was on his side though bc the teacher rearranged the seats and you and him were sitting next to each other 

hence, he got the opportunity to talk to you without it seeming too forced

you both fell for each other so hard

like he would act tough to try impress you but you preferred his natural softness while you tried to act uncharacteristically docile so you wouldn’t scare him off but he liked you for your boldness 

it was a match made in heaven 💞

he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out one day and y’all have just been falling more ever since

although, that doesn’t mean yamaguchi’s forgotten one of the main reasons he wanted to be with you in the first place

‘please teach me your ways, (y/n)!’ he pleaded, his head resting on your lap so you had to cover his puppy-eyes with your phone

‘no, tadashi. firstly, you’re sweet and gentle- you’re just built like that. secondly, i don’t have any ‘ways’ to teach you!’

yamaguchi continued to pry, ‘then how are you just so effortlessly self-assured?’

‘who told you that, tadashi?’

‘no one.’ yamaguchi poked the back of your hand to get you to move it, ‘but remember that time one of the guys in our class tried to make fun of the size of your head and you told him to shut up?’

you rolled your eyes, setting your phone aside before placing a brief kiss on yamaguchi’s forehead, ‘he said he couldn’t see the board because of my ‘big head’, tadashi; that’s hardly an insult. also, what else could i have possibly said other than that?’

but then you remembered this is yamaguchi you’re talking to; if that was him, he’d probably apologise, move his head aside then cry in the bathroom or sumn.

‘i should be the one asking you why you’re so insecure. i mean, i know everyone is a little bit insecure about something but you just take it to a whole other level.’ you mused, absentmindedly massaging his scalp

yamaguchi frowned, ‘exactly! teach me how to stop being insecure.’

‘no please, no thank you?’ you inquired with a snicker, realising that your habits might of accidentally rubbed off on him

bc just a few weeks ago, he’d be thanking you for breathing the same air as him but now he didn’t even say ‘please’ when asking for a favour 

gasp

‘please teach me how to be resilient, (y/n).’

you chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, ‘okay, since you’re so polite, i’ll tell you my secret - but promise not to tell anybody else!.’

‘i promise.’ yamaguchi replied without hesitation

‘okay, first thing you need to do is go to the depths of hell and find satan hims--’ 

yamaguchi let out a sigh as he realised that you weren’t being serious then playfully flicked your forehead away, ‘rude.’

you beamed, pressing another kiss upon his forehead, ‘i know~’

Shōyō Hinata

let’s not pretend hinata wasn’t shitting his pants when he first heard about you from kageyama

‘they called me a shitty setter the other day.’

but kageyama failed to mention the part where he cut you in line for lunch 🙄 mans had it coming

like hinata genuinely thought that if he came within a 5 foot radius of you, you’d literally come for volleyball career

plus, hinata knew he had a lot of things to be insults on (mostly, his height) so he decided to keep his distance at first 

but when he actually saw you - rather than a vague description that kageyama conjured - he kinda fell head over heels

well, not only bc of your looks - he isn’t that shallow

but the same day, you dropped your purse/wallet on the walk home and ,mhsince hinata was walking behind you, he acted as any good Samaritan would; picked it up then handed it to you 

then you said something along the lines of ‘thanks, shorty.’

not shawty. lord- shorty as in short with a y at the end

and whether you meant that as a dig or not was beyond him - but either way, he fkn adored it 

also it doesn’t matter whether you are taller or shorter than hinata- he is still short-stuff >:)

by some miracle he managed to ask you out successfully and he’s kinda been glued to you ever since

like he wants to spend every second that he’s not at volleyball club/school with you 

and if you tell him he’s being clingy, he’s going to cry-

nonono jk jk

he’d probably be a bit offended but then give you your space

also, you noticed how he was really endeared by the tad mean nicknames you gave him like ‘shorty’, ‘short stuff’ and ‘ginger’

the only ones he didn’t like was ‘boke’ or ‘dumbass’ bc it reminded him too much of kageyama + tsukishima

so you started calling him these things - teasingly - more frequently 

and he loves it ngl

as long as you aren’t truly mean to him, he enjoys being called these things by you for some reason

so, his first mistake was assuming that you’d like being called these joking nicknames just as much as he does

you were helping him with english once and it’s definitely not his strong suit

same, hinata

‘look at that! you spelt all your vocabs correctly, for a change.’ you commented, peering over the desk at the paper sitting in front of him

his eyes widened and his lips curled into a hopeful smile, ‘really?!’

‘no.’ you snickered, pointing to the first word on the list. ‘your word was taxis - you wrote ‘texas’, dumbass.’

hinata let out an exasperated sigh, propping his elbow onto the table to rest his cheek on his palm

then, he had an idea ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

‘alright, stupidface, should i rewrite them?’

you gasped, furrowing your brows at what he just called you 

for a moment, you thought you might’ve misheard him but upon observing his smug expression, you realised that he really did just call you a ‘stupidface’ 

so you burst out laughing 

obviously, hinata was rather shocked at your reaction

‘hey! what’s so funny?’

‘di- di- did you just call me a ‘stupidface’?!’ you panted in-between cackles, clutching your stomach to soothe the butterflies

hinata jutted out his bottom lip and folding his arms over his chest, ‘yeah, what about it?’

‘that is so cute!- do it again!’ you demanded, enthusiastically slamming your fist against the desk

‘IT’S NOT CUTE!’ hinata barked, playfully flicking your forehead 

once you caught your breath, you took hinata’s hands and looked him dead in the eyes, ‘you’re fucking adorable, shōyō.’

the hoarseness of your voice making it sound like somewhat of a threat 

‘you’re adorable-er, (y/n).’

‘i know.’

Kōshi Sugawara 

he admires how strong and independent you are/seem 😍

and the fact you don’t go out of your way to suck-up to ppl 

he kinda wants to be like you in that sense but unlike yamaguchi, he accepts that he’s way too much of a people pleaser for that lol

so he sticks to admiring you from afar

then he musters up the courage to ask you out with some chocolate cupcakes; the same kind that you accidentally got on his blazer on the first day of second year :))

and you say yes (╯▽╰ )

also a big part of your relationship is aggressive positivity ✨😡

like if he makes a joke about looking crusty, you’ll promptly respond, ‘shut up, kōshi - you look so hot.’

or if you berate yourself for getting a poor mark on a test, suga will interrupt with no hesitation, ‘fuck off, (y/n), you’re literally so smart and hard working - you’ll probably get 100% on the next test.’

also when he’s around you he switches between canon and fanon suga rapidly 

one second he’s like ‘aww, are you stressed bc of school? i’ll bake you some cookies, baby--’ then you’ll jokingly make a comment about his post-practise B.O and he’ll literally get so defensive

‘WOW I OFFER YOU SOMETHING NICE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME, COMING FOR MY INSECURITES LIKE THAT  - I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO FOR A SHOWER ANYWAY GEEZ’ ┗|｀O′|┛

ISVBFELIAEA plz he is too much ✋

he just prides himself in smelling like ocean breeze 99% of the time so you really didn’t need to hurt his feelings like that when you caught him lackin c’mon LMAO

‘wait so are we making cookies or not?’ you inquired, stifling a snicker at his little diva moment

‘ofc we are 🥺’  

he’ll probably use red icing on one of the cookies to draw a ‘>:(’ face then hand it to you, saying that he drew you

he’ll also break of bits of his own cookie and feed it to you’re doing something that requires both hands like typing, homework, dishes etc

whether you eat it from his hand happily, decline his offer or bite his fingers off is really up to you 

and over time, he probably picks up on some of your traits too

especially being more straight-forward 

the team will never forget the first time he was chatting about something with the vice principle and ‘sorry, but i don’t remember asking’  fell from his lips 

everyone was shocked :o

tsukishima, tanaka & noya were so impressed tho

and so were you IVBEAOGVRN

‘wow, suga. you wanna be me so bad.’ you gloated, pressing your hand against your chest 

‘GAEIVBSLR leave me alone.’ he growled, toiling over the apology letter he was currently writing to the vice principal

Keiji Akaashi 

he wanted you to be the dark academia to his light academia pfft

it was very much love at first sight btw 

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ soulmates  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the embodiment of opposites attract

he’d write you a poem/love letter to ask you out lol

‘you’re so sappy and lame, akaashi’ you scoffed in attempt to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips as your eyes finally parted from the letter to meet his 

he couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘so is that a no?’

‘-nonono!’ you shook your head rapidly, hastily correcting him, ‘it’s a yes.’

phew 

honestly, he acted all nonchalant on the outside, but akaashi would’ve been devastated if you rejected him

like he constantly tried to remind himself that you would probably say no, i mean he thought you were way out of his league. plus, it didn’t seem as though you were as much of a romantic as him

but fortunately, apart of him stayed hopeful 

now he was cuddled up beside you on a cold winters’ evening, casually drinking is hot cocoa as you both watched a disney movie (❤´艸｀❤)

he’s the type to not even care or retort if you call him stupid or whatever

as long as your context makes it clear that you’re joking 

he’d never call you those names back though ✋

to him, you’re always gonna be ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’

also, he’s probably equally as sarcastic as you so that’s not an issue 

ngl he probably gets really insecure when you’re hesitant about PDA tho

like he just wants to hold your hand but he doesn’t want to force it upon you and make you uncomfortable 🥺

but also, perhaps you’re too embarrassed by him to kiss him in public 

so please occasionally reassure him that you love him (；′⌒`) that always washes all his worries away 

Yū Nishinoya

it’s literally canon that he likes ppl who show 0 interest in him (kiyoko, tsukki etc)

so it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s all over you after that one time you called him a midget 

to be fair, he had it coming - he stepped on your fkn toe >:(( 

he does everything in his power to impress you and get you to take back what you said 

‘hey, (y/n)!’ he calls out to you in the middle of the bustling lunch hall, ‘could a midget do this?!’ *backflips off the table*

or when he demanded that you come to one of his volleyball games so you could see what he’s capable of and whenever he makes a good receive, he turns to look at you in the stands and winks/ points

or when he actually studies for a test just so he can flaunt his slightly above average grade to you 

‘look, (y/n), i got a 49%!’ he waves a paper in front of your face, which you stare at before lowering your gaze onto your 95%.

but ngl..he really brings out that lil’ bit of sugar in you 

‘well done, noya.’ you choked out feeling your dignity slowly fade in your chest

he’s just so enthusiastic and charming how can you be mean to him 🥺

to his face, at least

as soon as he leaves you beef about him to your friends

‘he is so annoyingly bodacious - audacious! why does he feel the need to show me all of his achievements like i care??? and why does he have to be so cute while doing it???’

‘do you think you maybe have a teeny-tiny crush on him?--’

‘never.’

nishinoya probably asks you out pretty casually like ‘lemme take you bowling this saturday and i can show how good i am at that too!’ he offered with a bright, bold smile

‘sure, whatever.’

‘kay! it’s a date!’

‘wut-’ but before you could question him further, he sped off

nishinoya really likes to fluster and tease you 

you’ll be sitting waiting for him at the park or whatever and he’ll swagger in and shout something like ‘how’s my gorgeous s/o doing today?! i hope you weren’t waiting for me too long!--’

then you’ll have to quickly shush him before everyone with a 7 feet radius is looking at you judgementally 

he also likes to call you the most extra nicknames just to see you blush

‘good morning, my beautiful, divine, radiant god(dess) who i worship every morning of my life!~’ he sung as he waltzed into your classroom to spend lunch with you 

but he only does that bc you are so dismissive of his advances lol

like if you openly adored his kisses and nicknames, he’d probably do them sparingly  

oh and he calls you ‘my hunny bunny’ too - don’t ask why 

Satori Tendō

you gave him your number/snap for a project and he’s one of those ppl that just assumes that y’all are friend now lol

but that wasn’t nessicarily a bad thing bc you thought he was really cool and you were happy that you still got to talk to him even after the project was over 

not that you’d ever admit it tho (╹ڡ╹ )

he’d send you cursed memes at 3AM and you’d reply like ‘mood’  then he’d fall for you 

you’d also have random, deep convos in the middle of the night 

hence he fell for you even harder 

especially bc he basically just shared his whole life story with you 

he’d spill out all his insecurities to you then you’d reply like ‘ok’ then he knew he had to ask you out bc you’re the first person not to have left him on read

so he asked you to meet him in the park and you’d reply ‘no lol  🖕 ‘ 

then he’d just smile at his phone like ‘wow, they’re so in love with me’

he’s just so used to his friends being mean to him jokingly that he can’t even tell if you’re being serious or not

so he goes to the park at the time he put forward, and ofc you’re there even though you said no bc you didn’t want tendō to show up for nothing 🥺

he was ecstatic that you were there and he probably brought you an energy drink or lollipop then asked you out

and ofc you said yes

i mean- you had kinda developed a soft spot for the poor guy 

you’d let him get away with certain things that others couldn’t around you 

for instance, you’d let him borrow your pencils/pens despite usually not allowing others to get ahold of your stuff

but that was just coz like- he’s your trustworthy bf- not some random classmate who had no reason or motive to be kind enough to return your pencils 

also, you’d let him cut in front of you in the lunch line and he did the same for you

oh and please bully anyone who makes fun of him 🙏

Nishinoya, Bokuto, Oikawa and Atsumu as your boyfriend hcs

requested by anon: hey hey heyyyy! may i request for 'as a boyfriend' headcannons for nishinoya, boukto, oikawa and atsumu please? thank u if u get around doing this !! xoxo

hello there!^^ at first I thought about splitting this post up into 2 parts because usually the ‘as your boyfriend hcs’ are a bit longer but  I decided against it so enjoy~ (also atsumus and oikawas are a bit longer because they are my faves and uuuh I am weak lol)

Nishinoya Yuu:

one of the most energetic and happiest boyfriends!!

Will literally love and cherish you until you die and probably even after that, I’m being serious his love and affection for you have no end

though in the beginning of your relationship, or even before it, he always gets very shy around you which is unusual for him. That’s how he knows you’re special to him, because you make him doscover a whole new side of him!

The secret admirer type of crush, everyday you’ll find a new small present waiting on your desk. Your favorite drink, a snack, a small cute note, a new pen when he noticed your old one didn’t work anymore, a small bunch of flowers... It’s just so cute!

But it takes forever until he actually asks you out. In reality, it happens a lot different than he imagined. Normally he made sure he was in school waaayyy before you, but that one day he overslept and was in class just a few minutes before you. or so he thought. You just walked in the moment he placed the small package of milk on your desk and you both just stare at each other for several minutes and he’s about to faint until Tanaka saves him and gets him out of class because “he might develop a fever, his face is all red and sweaty”

2 days or so you don’t hear anything from him, until he manages to get over himself and ask you out in the tiniest voice. He has to repeat himself several times until you understand him properly because the poor boy was so nervous he spoke too fast and too quietly

BUT AFTER he finally gets you to be his he’s just the smiliest baby!!

Will never, not ever, let go of your hand. At least not when he can avoid it.

Always wants you to be on his side, like at practice and such. You can be guaranteed to be found at every single game that Karasuno ever has again, even practice games. You’re always there cheering for him and he’s at his 150% every time! The team loves his energy on the field but it’s a biot exhausting everywhere else :’)

ANWAYS definitely a lot of activity dates! I’m not saying that he would say no to a good old cuddle session, but he’s just always bouncing around, so going to the arcade or comign up with fun games at the park is normally what you do after school and practice!

Tanaka is the accepted third-wheel of your relationship. Whenever your over sat Noya’s he ends up showing up, too a lot of times or he joins in on fun dates, but it’s never uncomfortable or weird. You two actually become really good buddies and he always tells you funny stories about Noya! Also him and Kiyoko and you two go on double dates and it’s!! So cute!!

Did I mention that Noya is the king of skinship and PDA?? He really couldn’t care less who’s around you or who might be watching, his eyes are always on you and his hand somehow magically finds his way to your ass lol

No but on a serious note he just can’t live without you and sometimes he can get really anxious if he doesn’t find you in a crowd or your hands don’t intertwine immediately when he reaches for you. He can’t explain it, it just doesn’t feel good about it when you’re not around him.

Protective!! WILL jump on anyone that looks at you the wrong way or makes you feel uncomfortable. he 100% has Tanaka’s support for this.

Did I forget anything?? That should be about it for my little noya rant, he’s just too cute I’ll hug him to death~

Bokuto Kotarou:

chaotic™

When I tell you he did NOT know what he was doing when he asked you out. Just listened to Akaashi’s and Kuroo’s advice and it somehow worked out for him. Several months into the relationship he’s still not entirely sure how he got you, but he doesn’t complain

(psssht, it was his clumsy charm mixed with some kind of natural charisma that got you, but don’t tell him that he will not shut up about it)

When he first saw you he was at practice and he couldn’t help but stare because how can a real human being be so pretty?? and he actually missed a ball, got it slammed to his head and well what can I say? You almost got him passed out the first time he saw you

He got soooo embarrassed afterwards help the poor boy. The brightest blush ever appeared on his cheeks and ears and his hair immediately went emo mode straight down hanging into his face

The whole situation was so chaotic and messy you couldn’t help but turn around and look for the source of all this trouble, just to find the silver-haired boy staring right at you and hitting you someplace special in your chest, literally taking you aback

Afterwards the coach scolds him for being inattentive and you leave the gym in a hurry, because you as well are embarrassed. But it doesn’t take long until Akaashi gets send to get your number and you can’t help but giggle as he tells you about how Bokuto literally won’t stop whining about you being the prettiest human being on earth

That’s how you started texting and bokuto might just be one of the most random texters (is that even a word??) ever. Like yeah, in the beginning he’ll mainly talk about volleyball and send you sweaty pics of him (no, not these ones!) but then again you’ll get a text at 3am on a thursday and it will be like a really bad picture taken of the moon and it will say like “thought about you” and in the next message 3 seconds later he’ll talk about wanting to be a werewolf or so. And you have to laugh so hard you can’t even be mad at him for waking you up

And that’s basically how you’re relationship works, too. A lot of random texts, especially “come over?” ones or “watch me at practice! please???” and you can’t ever get yourself to say no to him, because he’s always so happy when you show up!

Ngl it kinda distracts him too, but he’s in ace mode when you watch him because he feels the need to impress you even when you tell him there’s no need for him to because you’re already impressed by him

Loves hugs! Hugs after a victory or a defeat, hugs after school and practice and hugs as greetings and goodbyes... Just hugs, so he can entirely engulf you in his big and strong arms and you basically vanish somewhere between his arms. Loves pressing you close in the whole process of it, so close that you can barely breathe for a second, but you actually love it because it just shows his love and affection

9/10 times you’re also the cure to his emo mode. Just very rarely even you can’t help him and it’s upon himself to get over it, but with your presence near him and the opportunity to cuddle onto you while reflecting about himself, he’ll get over it eventually

He’s also the biggest cuddler there could possibly be. most of your dates are stay-inside ones because most of the times he’s exhausted from practice and games, so a chill night in with a good movie or series and some nice snacks really do it for him. He can just cuddle onto you however he likes and he especially likes brushing his fingers over your warm, soft skin. It makes him feel very at ease.

Yeah so that’s about it C: Please just love this smol bean to no end, because his love sure as hell also has no limit

Oikawa Tooru:

People might think he’d be very blunt and cocky and all when he has a crush, but I’m telling you - he’s actually the softest boy ever and prefers to keep his distance at fir4st to observe and understand his feelings for you

So what I’m saying is: As soon as he realizes what exactly his feelings are for you, he gets a bit shy and distant but blushes whenever he sees you

At first he thought you were just one of his obsessed fans and he didn’t think much of it, but then his gaze always wandered over to you, no matter if it was during a game or a practice or at school or when he saw you somewhere else... It was like you were haunting him, in like the best possible way, as he soon realized

It takes him forever to get himself to talk to you, because he wants everything to be perfect. He chooses to approach you in school when he found you alone that one day, but oh well, it totally didn’t go as planned. His glasses fell off his nose when he was trying to be smooth, he hopelessly stumbles across his words and his face got so red you thought you were talking to a tomato. Still, it kinda did something to you. You found it endearing, really. So you could just smile and nod when he asked you to got out with him and the biggest sigh of relief ever™ leaves his lips

He’s still hecka nervous for your first date, asks all his friends and team mates about their opinion on what he should wear and do, where should he take you etc... It takes him so long to decide that you just take it in hand and suggest something and he just rolls with it and turns out to be one of his favorite dates ever. A day at the park, though halfway through it got messy because it started raining and neither of you were prepared, so you had to run and share his jacket to go someplace dry and you end up in a library and neither of you can hold in the giggles when the librarians tell you to “tone it down.” It’s also your first kiss between seemingly endless rows of old books and your hearts flutter like crazy afterwards and you’re just speechless because... OIKAWA IS A GREAT KISSER idc what any of y’all think

so it just becomes a regular thing for him to pull you aside in the gym hall or school halls or whatever and kiss you senseless for his entertainment because your reaction is always 10/10

He may act smooth around others, presenting himself as the cool confident boyfriend, but really... He’s just the softest boy for you and a hopeless romantic on top.

Play with his hair and he will never leave your side ever again. The cutest pink hue will spread on his cheeks the first time you do it and with time you learn more about his soft spots, like brushing your lips or fingertips over his neck or the ticklish feeling he gets when you touch his waist.

Loves to pick out movies and series for you to watch. Most of them are alien or conspiracy theory-themes but you don’t mind, Oikawa is happiest when he can connect several things he loves, like you and aliens, or you and volleyball.

You’re also gonna have to accept the fact that he spends a lot of time on volleyball and that he will come home late and not always have time for you on the weekends. He will, however, especially love it when you work your way through his schedules to meet him, like when you come to watch and support him at practice. He will take extra breaks to pull you close and calm himself down in your arms.

Iwaizumi will definitely become one of your closest friends and you’ll both spend time shit talking about Tooru (ofc in a loving way) and Oikawa can’t help but smile seeing as you get close to his best friend~

He’s not exactly the most jealous type of boyfriend. He does trust you a lot and just makes sure that everybody always knows he’s your boyfriend. Trusts you with handling certain situations, though he will keep an eagle eye on strange boys and men near you and won’t lose no time chiming in when he feels like it to safe you

Of course there’s a big decrease in the numbers of his fangirls after everyone finds out you two are official, but Oikawa actually prefers it this way. As long as you are cheering for him, nothing will be able to stop him.

The bestest and softest boyfriend, not to be dramatic but I’d die for him

Miya Atsumu:

Okay now this one is actually smooth. Or so he thinks.

He’s quite obvious about his crush and feelings for you, so like he won’t hide it and use every possible opportunity to talk to you and flirt with you. And when I say flirt I mean he will use every bad pickup line you have ever heard somewhere

At first you’re really really turned off by it, but you do give him credits for being so determined and never giving up. He even takes advice from all his team mates and even though Osamu and Suna are very annoyed by his behaviour, they help because they think it will get better once you two are dating.

So every once in a while he will bring you some self-made delicious food along with a smooth line and one day he catches you off guard so hard you choke on some rice and then blush so hard you run out and you just leave poor Tsumu standing there wondering??? Are you okay? Did he just make you blush?

The next day he comes apologizing with the biggest bouquet of flowers right in front of everybody in your class and you get soooo embarrassed and the way he’s standing there is lowkey just adorable so you have no choice but to say yes. You almost catch him blushing right there, as well, because he really didn’t expect you to say that right then and there

Now when I tell you, he’s the most likely out of these 4 to ditch volleyball practice to sdpernd time with you. Most of the time it isn’t even intended, he just forgets time until he either gets a text from his brother or Suna or Kita OR you realize how late it is being like “Tsumus shouldn’t you be at practice since like 2 hours?” “Oh really? Guess not today. Now come here.”

He gets very used to having you close to him, just like Bokuto, so he will start whining when you can’t make it to a game or you’re busy with school work. Will definitely also make surprise visits at your house, like he’ll just randomly appear in front of your window at 3 am?? Are you spiderman??

Not to be angsty on this fluff post but uuhh fights with him can get very bad because he’s a stubborn child and sometimes you’ll catch him not talking to you 3 days after an argument because he needs time to cool down and reflect. He’s in the wrong 4 out of 5 times and he knows, but just give him time and he’ll be fine again. Shows up with the biggest face of regrets and food he threatened his brother to make and he’ll just blob down into your arms mumbling apologies over and over again. Cute.

Jealousy over 3000. Grows red with anger and balls his hands into the fist the moment some guy makes his way to you. Is on your side in 1 second will make no effort to hide his distrust towards the other guy. Sometimes he’ll get a bit too protective and you just have to tell him that and he’ll let you do your thing, though his gaze will never leave you just to make sure

Biggest show off. Will pull you close or hold your hand in public, grinning like and idiot and constantly placing kisses on your knuckles because you’re his baby and he loves you

Before he serves at games he will look right at you and have the most smug smile one has ever seen on his lips before smashing the ball righ into the opponent‘s field with 0 chance of them to safe the ball. It’s lowkey hot.

Also he gets very pouty and whiny when tired after a long day at school with practice or after exhausting games! Will constantly place his head on top of yours, saying it’s “too heavy” and he literally just covers your body with his.

The type to unconsciously pull you closer while sleeping!! The cutest habit! Always makes you smile when he does it!

A lot of your dates involve either volleyball or playing video games (sometimes Osamu or Suna join) and it’s most of the times just really chill. From time to time though, he’ll get the urge to do something else and next thing you know is you’re wall climbing or on a roller coaster or something. It’s either all or nothing with him concerning dates lmao

Also loves bickering! Will sometimes annoy you on purpose to see your cute face and you’ll have small arguments about who stinks more or whatever and then it always ends with “i love you though”

djsklsl I’m stopping myself now because this was getting too long because I am biased™

How ye are having a good day v3v, I feel like imma you a bunch of oc ideas but ummm you got any siren/shark mermen ocs with a s/o who is a deep sea diver?😳 - Cold Anon

Boo, I'm so sorry for taking this long ;-; shit has been going down at the speed of light, so I haven't been able to focus all that well.

I have written your request a couple of times, but it always felt so… Awful? Like- It didn't read as proper oneshot so I kept re doing it over and over again.

I have two posts about mermaids, yet not exactly an official character. I'm going to make this one without an official one for now as well because I can't really think straight- Sorry Cold.

Shout out to @aka-thethirstyone for giving me ideas and helping me build this up-

TW/Tags: depressed/suicidal reader // failed suicide attempt (drowning/hydrogen poisoning although not very accurate) // victim blaming mentality (coming from the reader) // angst sad boi hours with some softness in the end //

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Deep blue sea [Yandere!Shark Merman x Reader - Short Fanfiction]:

You've put yourself in this situation, and even if the consequences may seem unfair, you should know better than to whine about it, you should know about now you don't have the right to complain about something you brought to yourself.

That's what you kept telling yourself, everyday, every hour of each day, and it seems to be a prominent thought even in a moment like this.

Every time you go underwater, you can't help but feel a deep connection with the submerged world around you. So much color and wild beauty that if makes you feel like you might as well not be on Earth anymore, it makes you feel like you're on a different planet.

Like you're in a different realm with wild creatures that hold both beauty and death in them, as marine creatures can be often quite unforgiving to each other, or unwanted visitors.

The alien-like ambience you feel while diving it's probably the most comforting thing in your job, if not the only comforting thing about your whole life.

Just like an old sailor, at sea you feel at home, and at home, you don't feel the same. But in your case, you feel like nothing whenever you come back to your house, and a "home" it's a place you have never really been in, so how can you describe the feeling you get when you're diving deep underwater, as something you never understood?

Who knows, maybe it was just a feeling you got, after all, all your team thinks you're too emotional over the ocean. Some would call you an insane person to be so attached to a body of water.

Yet it doesn't matter what the truth to your case may be, because it's whenever the embrace of said body of water fills your senses it's when you truly feel alive again.

That comforting embrace, as if the immense ocean was truly hugging you and relaxing your muscles.

That comforting, deadly embrace was what felt like home to you. And despite everyone else's warnings, you felt like it was your time to be one with the ocean.

It has been a long, unfortunate ride for you. And as I said before, it's not like you were planning on going back home today.

No, you refused to keep feeling empty at your empty house, going by every single day in your empty life-

It was time for a change. It was time for something different. Some peace for once, something that you wouldn't regret.

Or well, wouldn't be capable of regretting anyway.

Your plan was almost perfect, right? I mean, you were certain your diving team wouldn't notice you suddenly going numb, or even caring enough to help you out. So it was essentially perfect, right?

Yeah, it was unfortunate yet perfect. It brought you despair to think of how perfect your plan was.

But since when was your life easy, [Y/N]? Since when did your plans went your way, you don't really remember having luck-

Even at your final moments, you aren't giving peace that you waited for.

When you dived deep without the proper preparation and your oxygen tank having barely enough to half an hour, you let your body get numb by the water pressure and the narcosis that happened as soon as you dived too deep for your fragile body to handle.

Funny how something that can bring life can also take it away, water surely is probably the most powerful element on Earth. Yet, even if it was sentient, you couldn't be able to beg for the ocean water to fully take you away from this pain, from this emptiness you feel.

The ocean it's as beautiful as it is merciless, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that it would take back your hopes away from you.

While you were unconscious and awaiting your own end, you couldn't possibly be aware of the creature picking your numb floating body.

You couldn't possibly have seen the rest of your diving group looking for you, or the predator carefully observing them, making sure they couldn't see you or him.

When you wake up, you'll feel not only confused after finding out your plan has gone wrong but also finding the immense creature laying on top of you like a pillow.

You didn't feel like fighting, or understanding what the hell was going on, you just noticed that the man on top of you clearly wasn't human and really, really heavy.

Yet you weren't completely awake, you weren't completely fine passing through that whole event, hell, you didn't even realize you weren't inside the ocean anymore, or that you are laying on a completely unfamiliar beach with a creature who is essentially a myth on top of you.

He was sleeping. Dreaming.

Growling. Someone was having a bad dream.

Or maybe a good dream? Throughout your expeditions, you have never really interacted with sharks, only looked at them from afar, so you don't know how to read their behavior.

In a moment of high due to your sudden awakening, you pet his head, getting through his white and grey hair despite the fact that he shouldn't have any hair in his body.

But again, you didn't care, you didn't care for anything, you just wanted to look at the sky and drift once again into your dreamland.

Yet this gentle yet heavy and firm hold he got you on was starting to bother you, but not because you were not enjoying it, no, it was totally the opposite.

You... Missed this. You missed this now that you remember the last time you received any form of comfort from another living being. Even if this terrifying thing could possibly eat you, you felt somehow comfortable being hugged and used as a comfort pillow to someone so big and muscular.

You felt odd, like you were worth something for once.

As if this big predator of the vast seas needed some sort of comfort, and for some reason it chose you to help with his little self-conscious problem.

It felt great knowing that even the someone that is so menacing feels scared or sad from time to time. It makes you feel… Strong, in a sense.

If he can feel vulnerable and openly show it, then I can too, right?

Sigh…. Maybe you were overthinking it, like everything else you ever did. Maybe you should just sleep and see what happens when you wake up-

If. You wake up.

And while you were thinking the worst of yourself and of your captor, the man himself was trying his best to hold the joy, the sorrow, and the pain he felt when seeing you losing your strength while diving.

It doesn't matter if he says anything, what can he say? Nothing he could possibly think about telling you, you'll be able to understand back. The language barrier was just like that. Massive, towering, unbreakable.

It would take a long time to understand one another, considering how you both spoke in different ways. Generally speaking, even your minds seem to be in different places.

You thought about things that he would never be able to comprehend, your self hatred is something he'll never agree with.

Your pain, your sorrow, it doesn't make sense to him, cause up until this day, he only saw the [Y/N] that had fun swimming with the fish and playing with them. Not the one that lives unhappy up on the surface.

How can someone that brings him so much joy can think so little of themselves, is something he'll never understand.

He doesn't know exactly what your true plans are, since in his head, you do these things by accident.

You've been trying this for a couple of times now, and he has either not understood the meaning of it or tried to hide the fact from his own worrying heart.

You did something that would have been pretty stupid especially considering that you were all alone, what if he wasn't there observing you? Would you just- Stop moving completely?

The thought of seeing the cute diver he grown attached to going away from this plan of existence is cruel if not straight up torture.

He just found the one who is bound to be with him for all his life, how else would he feel after discovering something so terrible? The only thing that anyone would feel in his place is fear, is rage, is agony-

Clearly something was going wrong up there, something that made you just-

Decide to float through the ocean forever.

But- But this is oddly the perfect solution to his own problems, now he has a reason and a way to get you to be with him forever now, right?

You seemed to have given up on the human world you live in, and he really wants to be with you so you two can easily be together now. It's an unfortunate event yet also the only opportunity that he has seen as useful to his cause.

Of course, he doesn't understand you, and you surely don't understand him yet, but that is fine because as soon as he wakes up, he'll make sure to do everything in his power to make you feel like the happiest mate of all.

He only hopes you didn't see him sleeping on top of you as a lazy thing for a husband to do, don't worry about him being a bad dad though, he'll make sure to show off everything he has in store for you.

Even if it takes a while to get you accustomed to his mannerism and your now little private island, he knows you're going to love it here with him as your company.

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I know it’s a little early in the novel to be going here already but like I just keep thinking that with their personalities XQC and HY’s sex life is gonna be ����

(*cough* not that I’m a perv or anything. Just an observation 👀)

Hahahah, feeling thirsty, Anon?

XQC has never ever been passionate about romance or sex so that’s gonna be entertaining as hell once he does succumb. And He Yu is def THIRSTY even though he doesn’t realize it himself. It’s gonna be glorious!

At least in her two danmei novels so far (haven’t read her het), the OTP really is gagging for each other, which I love! I am not a fan of the trope, in either straight or danmei web novels, where one party is all “no thank you I am reluctant I will lie down and close my eyes and think of England” which too many of them are fond of, for some reason. (Yes, in 2ha, CWN sometimes demurs but outside of 0.5 timeline, it’s clear it’s all part of their thing and role play and he gets off on that - I will always be amused how in one of the extras he does his patented “what are you doing, shame!” thing and poor Mo Ran misinterprets and stops and CWN has the mortifying ordeal of actually having to explain that “no, I like it, please continue” and is so mortified. Heh. I always crack up that King of Consent MR 2.0 is more embarrassing to CWN than Taxian Jun who just goes to town because admitting he wants things makes CWN die - but since he has a kink for being forced, having to admit he likes it, kinda feeds into the kink and is its own kind of fun and haha I don’t know where I am going with this except live your best life Wanning, you deserve it!)

So yeah, I am pretty sure when we get to it, in chapter 150 or so because Meatbun’s novels are loooong, they will be having a good time. I doubt as explicit a time as 2ha tho since rules are way stricter now - I guess Yuwu ratio is best case scenario if that. But described or not, they are def gonna enjoy themselves. (I suppose Meatbun could be like the author of recently completed Wu Chang Jie who had an insane amount of truly explicit scenes posted elsewhere but who knows - she may well not want the bother.)

Anyway, I just want the entire book, whether it’s x-rated or g-rated so I can biiiinge!!! The universe owes me compensation for the fact that Hao Yi Xing is clearly not dropping this year and, for all I know, ever.

Songs and Coffee (Tendou Satori x Reader)

lalesnotes

said:

Hi if you're taking requests rn, I'd like a one-shot for tendou! The idea is that every morning, reader has a coffee on her school table before she arrives to class. She doesn't know who's behind this but she's happy bc she LOVES coffee. One day, she decides to arrive sooner than usual so that she can find out. When she discovers it is tendou, she's surprise bc they barely talk but she thinks he's cute so she decides to do smth about it. End it as you please, I just want them together ❣️ Thanks!

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Anonymous said:

Hi! First, I just read all your fics and omg your fingers do magic ??? They were all so so so good! And secondly, if requests are open, I would like one about Tendou being best friends with the reader but he likes her. He has never said anything about it because he thinks is one-sided but he just can't take it anymore and want to confess. The idea is that they're watching 10 Things I hate about you, and he thinks is a good idea to confess next day singing in front of everyone like in the movie

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OMFG guys😫😫😫 this was so incredibly hard to write! It’s not that I don’t like Tendou, in fact @sunshinewitchz​ and I have talked about how much he’s been growing on us, but his character I feel like is so hard to capture right! I’ve said this before, but my biggest concern is always making sure I’m able to capture characters right. I really hope I did an okay job with this, I hope it’s not complete shit😭😭😭 I also decided to combine these requests together so I hope it’s okay, and if it is complete shit then I apologize @lalesnotes​ and anon! I would love any feedback and I hope you guys enjoy it! 

ALSO, this is my last request! I won’t be taking anymore at the moment, I’m sorry if I wasn’t able to get to all of them! I will let you guys know when I am taking more requests, and feel free to send some then!😘😘 I’m thinking about opening up requests in about a week or so, just to give you guys some kind of time frame! I will still be posting my own stories however and I can’t wait to put more content out for you guys!

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“Hasn’t this been going on for like a month now?” Your friend asked, taking her seat next to you.

 “Just about yeah.” You smiled, glancing down at the cup of coffee placed between your two hands. The coffee was made perfectly, you had always preferred a medium roast with four sugars and four creams. But it wasn’t just any medium roast coffee with four sugars and four creams, it was coffee from your favorite little coffee shop around the corner.

 Every morning.

 There it was on your desk, still fresh, still hot, always incredibly delicious. 

 At first you had thought that someone had left it there accidentally until you noticed the sticky note under the cup.

 Every morning that you received your coffee you also received the sweetest notes to go along with it.

 They were always addressed to you, and always signed at the bottom as your secret admirer.

 At first you had thought it was a bit embarrassing, and your friends teasing you also didn’t help. But as the coffee and notes continued to appear before you every single day, well, it definitely was growing on you.

 You were curious and flattered by the sweet gesture, if you were being completely honest, a small crush began to develop.

 You didn’t even know this person and yet… yet it seemed like they knew you, in the least creepy way possible.

 Unbeknownst to you, a certain spiky haired redhead glanced over towards you, a small smile grazing his lips before he looked away.

 “So, are you going to try to find out who this admirer is?” you friend asked during lunch.

 ���I want to… I just don’t know where I would start.” You sighed, resting your face against your hand. “I really want to meet them… and thank them! I love coffee so much, and it’s not one in a while, it’s every day. That has to be expensive.” you frowned as you thought of that.

 She rolled her eyes at you. “That’s the least of your worries. What if it’s some kind of creep? What if that person is a stalker?” she asked, looking around your guys’ table in suspicion.

 This time you rolled your eyes, “I highly doubt that. The notes they leave are incredibly sweet and well thought out, there’s no way that person could be a stalker.” you said poking at your rice with chopsticks.

 Before your friend could retort she took notice to the tall ace of the volleyball team. “Ushijima-san! Would you like to sit with us!?” 

 You looked over and noticed the tall male and beside him was his spiky haired sidekick; Tendou.

 You noticed him staring at you for a moment, so you offered him a gentle smile in acknowledgement. He gave you a small one back before he and Ushijima took a seat at your table.

 “Is Tsu behaving?” you asked curiously.

 You were incredibly familiar with the volleyball team, because your little brother was on it. 

 While you generally didn’t like to linger when it came to Tsutomu’s teammates, you were at least polite and friendly with them.

 This was a courtesy that you did for your precious little brother, you absolutely adored him. To save him any embarrassment, you decided to stay separate from that part of his life.

 You still attended all of his games sure, but when he was surrounded by his teammates, you generally stayed away.

 Plus, you didn’t want him to feel like you were hovering, a habit you had done since you were children.

 You were a doting big sister, which was why he was so spoiled, not that you would say so out loud.

 “Goshiki is still learning. But he can be reliable.” Ushijima stated simply.

 “He’s a good kid, our future ace just needs more experience.” Tendou threw in, he peered at you with a cat-like grin.

 You looked at the middle blocker curiously, out of everyone on the team he was the most interesting. His mannerisms, the way he talked, his calculating eyes, his voice… hell, even his volleyball play.

 You never really took the time to actually talk to the middle blocker, despite the fact that he was in the same class as you.

 It was always small talk.

 But even with the small talk, you were incredibly intrigued by him, not to mention you found him quite cute.

 “Please continue taking care of him.” You said sincerely, eyes never faltering from his face. “I always worry about him.”

 Tendou’s eyes flashed in amusement at your words, he rested his elbow against the table, leaning his face against his hand as he situated himself a bit closer to you from across the table. 

 “You’re a doting sister aren’t you Y/n-chan?” He asked, his eyes turning into slits as he grinned cheekily at you.

 A flush coated your face at his statement, you looked away in a pout. “No more than any other big sister.”

 “Are you kidding?” Your friend snorted. “Of course, she is! She’s always talking about Tsu and his accomplishments. That’s why he seeks out praise from everyone so much, it’s because of her!”

 “That’s not true!” You said in defense. 

 “I see.” Ushijima said.

 “It’s not true Ushijima-san!” You turned to look at the stoic captain.

 Tendou watched on in amusement, entirely captivated by your flushed face and pouty expression. 

 “You’re so cute Y/n-chan.” Tendou sang out easily, watching in further amusement as your face turned into a tomato.

 Before you could protest further the lunch bell rang.

 “See you in class Y/n-chan.” Tendou called out easily walking away with Ushijima, humming to himself loudly as he left.

 He called you cute.

 Why would he…

 It didn’t matter.

 He said you were cute.

 “Your face is like a cherry tomato.” Your friend mused.

 “S-Shut up!” you exclaimed, grabbing your burning cheeks as you guys left the lunchroom.

 “It’s just Tendou-kun, you need to calm down.” She laughed.

 You frowned at her statement, while it was true… that interaction was something that you couldn’t get out of your head.

 It’s not like that was your first time talking to the middle blocker, so why did that feel different somehow?

 Thoughts of the tall male plagued your mind the entire day, and you often found yourself glancing back at him during class.

 Luckily, each time that you did he was preoccupied, never noticing your stare.

 You couldn’t place your finger on it, but every fiber in your being wanted to talk to him again, wanted to get to know him more.

 That would be okay wouldn’t it?

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 Tendou sighed, leaning back into his chair as he toweled off his wet hair from his shower. 

 Practice was particularly exhausting today, and all he wanted was to relax the rest of the night. 

 He cocked his head to the side as he watched a scene that was going on. The TV was turned on more for background noise, he wasn’t paying attention as to what movie it was that was playing.

 It looked like a romance one, since the male character was singing amongst the bleachers to the girl in hopes of gaining her attention and affection.

 “Interesting.” he hummed to himself, watching as the scene continued to unfold.

 If he hadn’t made it obvious before, Tendou was completely enthralled by you.

 His first impression of you was that you were obviously beautiful, you were a small little thing, and he found it incredibly surprising that you were Goshiki’s big sister. 

 But after the initial shock, he found that you were entirely predictable, your manners, your reactions, your thoughts, it was enduring to say the least.

 You were an open book.

 He adored you completely.

 A large crush began to develop and when he had realized that you were also in his class… well, he just knew he had to do something to gain your attention.

 So, when he had heard your conversation with your friends that you loved the coffee from the shop around the corner of the school, he knew exactly what he had to do.

 While Tendou was always observing people, this was entirely different, and when he saw your confused face turn into delight the first time he had left the coffee on your desk, he was ecstatic. 

 Every note that he had written for you, came from his heart. 

 He had only hoped that you were beginning to like him back now. Which he thought was a large possibility, considering that he had caught you looking back at him in class today, multiple times.

 He was fantastic at guess blocking, but this guessing was entirely different, and he was worried that it might be wrong.

 Tendou had to take a chance though, after a couple of weeks of supplying you with coffee, he had to confess.

 He had to tell you.

 In the only way he knew how.

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 You frowned as you stared at your empty desk, no coffee. No note. Nothing. 

 You had gotten so used to seeing those items every morning before class that now… now this was weird.

 Honestly, you were kind of upset.

 Did your admirer forget?

 Was your admirer just late today?

 Did your admirer stop liking you?

 You felt your stomach drop at the last thought, you had hoped it wasn’t that.

The door to the classroom busted open. “Y/n-chan! You need to come see this! Quick!” She panted, grabbing your wrist and hauling you away from the classroom.

 “W-What’s going on? What happened?” You pant, trying to keep up with her quick feet.

 You took notice of the large crowd of people gathering around the volleyball gym, whispers scattered amongst them.

 Your friend finally released your hand, both of you attempting to catch your breath as you guys pushed through the crowd to see what was going on.

 You took notice to the tall ace immediately, holding what appeared to be a stereo. His face was expressionless, as always. He was in his gym clothes still, their morning practice probably just ending. But then you took notice of the tall middle blocker beside him, holding a microphone with a large grin on his face.

 “Y/n-chan! This is dedicated to you!” he declared, pointing directly at you. You could feel your face flush as people turned to look at you, but their attention went back to Tendou as soon as he opened his mouth and began singing.

 Your lips parted in awe.

 While you and pretty much everyone else in this school was used to his little songs, this was entirely different.

 He sounded good.

 Really good.

 Was Tendou’s voice always this amazing?

 Was he always… this attractive?

 Oh fuck.

 He was really attractive.

 A soft smile grazed your lips as you continued staring at the redhead, his antics as he moved around with the microphone was entirely enduring and adorable. When Tendou opened his eyes and stared directly at you, you felt your heart thump hard in your chest.

 After Tendou had finished his song the crowd of people clapped and cheered before walking off.

 Leaving you, Tendou, your friend, and Ushijima.

 Your friend pushed you lightly towards the middle blocker, a wide grin covering her face as she watched you approach him shyly.

 “Tendou-san.” your face was flushed as you stared up at the male in awe. 

 “Hold that thought Y/n-chan!” he said, turning over to his bag that was set behind him and then he pulled out… your coffee. “Sorry it wasn’t there this morning, I had to get to practice and set this up…” he trailed off, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

 “It’s you!?” you blurted out; eyes wide in shock.

 Tendou’s heart was racing in his chest at your question, the shocked look on your face caused his confidence to deflate. 

 You didn’t like him back. He was sure of it.

 “Uh yeah…” he said quietly, his eyes casting away from you. His spiky hair all but flattening with his decreasing confidence and mood. “I understand if you don’t like me back… People have always thought I was a freak, so I get it if you find me creepy too-”

 You shook your head wildly, grabbing both of his large hands in your small ones. You ignored the blush on your face and his shocked expression. 

 “That’s not true Tendou-san! I think you’re amazing!” You blurted out, the filter on your mouth completely gone as you let all the truths you were thinking spill from your lips. “You’re so sweet and thoughtful! I had no idea that you were my secret admirer! I loved it all! I loved your song! You’re an incredible singer! I do like you back Tendou-san!”

 His eyes widened at your confession; his gaze flickered down to your intertwined hands. Your grip was warm and tight on his large ones. Your skin was soft and delicate against his, and Tendou couldn’t help but think that he wanted to hold your hand forever.

 “Then please go out with me Y/n-chan.” he said sweetly, giving you the gentlest smile.

 You couldn’t help but smile back, nodding enthusiastically. 

 “I still need to change back into my uniform, if you wait for me, we can walk to class together.” He carefully removed his hands from yours, picking up his gym back and handing you your coffee.

 “I’ll be right here.” you declared, watching him and Ushijima walk off.

 Your friend squealed loudly, slapping at your arm. “I can’t believe it! This is great! Tsu might be mad though.” she frowned, as she thought about your little brother.

 “I don’t care.” you sighed dreamily, taking a sip of your coffee. 

 It was still hot. Medium roast, four sugars, four creams, and incredibly delicious.

 Although, it was far sweeter than anything you had ever tasted before.

You know what’s something after a while of being an outside observer of the six fandom and as a fan of the show that still confuses me? I don’t get why people think Anne is portrayed as dumb. I’ve looked at the lyrics and her dialogue but I just don’t see her as dumb at all! Yeah people say that cause she uses internet slang, but so what? That’s not an indication of intelligence. Plenty of people on the internet use internet slang but are also incredibly intelligent.

Maybe it cause in her song it can be interpreted as her not having agency in what happened? Like she was a ditzy girl who just so happened to have all these things happen to her? But that’s a very bare bones interpretation I feel. Cause you get moments of her completely understanding what’s happening until it becomes too much to handle, and well her saying “what was I meant to do?” can just be about her feeling pressure from different forces to HAVE to do it all until it comes to destroy even tho she had little real choice. But that’s my interpretation I guess. But again those moments of her understanding the situation aren’t deep and buried I feel.

Through out the show Anne is always making precise jabs at each of the queens cause she wants to win (it’s a fake competition but still). She knows how to push buttons, when to back off, when to make herself look better. She knows the power of words and that to me is super smart! Yeah we get that moment once the charade is over and she gives her little speech and says she reads, but why is it that people only point at that for a sign of intelligence? Being smart isn’t about using fancy big words all the time, at least to me. If they wanted to do that for her whole character to make sure that she’s seen as “smart”, it’ll feel forced.

Idk I just see people who hate the show, people who love the show, hell even the writers act like Anne is this Ditz with no agency and only likes to use her phone. That’s pretty sad to me, when even tho shes missing some historical elements (while I don’t think her song fully confirmed the allegations against her (she could be lying or playing it down after all as a way to not get into it in such detail) or the politics line could be more obviously sarcastic (i think it is but a lot of other people take it at face value which i can’t blame) or at least mention Elizabeth at all), she’s still a person. Not a temptress evil villain or an innocent clueless girl but a women who had agency, is witty and cunning, wants to enjoy life. But again that’s what I think I guess.

Honestly I don’t even have much to add to this anon because you’re bang on!!! This is exactly how I feel towards Boleyn too and I hate the fact that she’s so often written off as dumb or stupid when she’s really...not. She’s just as smart as any of the other queens in the show!

I’ve often talked about how I think Boleyn is also trying to manipulate the audience within Six for her own gain and how her hiding her more calculated and intelligent nature plays into that (if I can find the post I’ll add it to this in a reblog, I’m at work right now haha). And you’re exactly right with how she pushes the other queens buttons. Boleyn is the queen who always knows what to say to annoy the others, but she’s also smart enough not to be as explosive as queens such a Seymour! She knows how to keep the audience on her side and also push the other queens buttons.

And honestly? I absolutely prefer the idea of Anne as a queen who just wants to have some fun and live her life much more than the alternative schemeing and cunning version we could have had! Boleyn is never the villain of six, despite the fact that it could have been so easy for her to come off like that. And I think that in of itself is so important to remember.

Thank you so much for the ask my lovely!!! I honestly don’t have much to add because you’ve honestly just put my own thoughts into words!!! I hope you have a nice day darling ❤️❤️❤️

Ahhhhhhh congrats to reaching 100!!! It‘s super deserved! Could I request something for House Potter, please? Like, maybe something with Sev and Sirius along the lines of hurt/comfort? But no pressure, if that is too much or would be too fast-forward into the story! :) thanks!!

Thank you so much, Anon, you're so sweet! I'm sorry you've had to wait so long to see this prompt done —I hope you'll actually see it!—, especially since it was the first one I started to write back in October. I just got a little stuck with it halfway through, but I loved it and hope you'll enjoy it, too.

I decided to take today off to rest and, though I know I probably shouldn't have, I couldn't help sitting down and finally finishing this prompt. I don't have the energy to edit it, but I wanted to post it anyway.

So, this is set in the future, but let's imagine Sev and Sirius have made no progress whatsoever in the meantime. Also, the Potters have either moved out or gone on holiday.

Also on AO3.

No Harm Done

He told himself, as he took James’s broom without breathing a word of it to anyone, that it was okay. James did let him have it, so it was none of Sirius’s business what Severus did with it. A voice in his head begged to differ, but he ignored it and ploughed on.

He was nervous and excited, although, in all honesty, it was hard to distinguish one feeling from the other. After all, the clench in his stomach and the tingling in his fingers seemed to fit well together. It was the first time he would be flying alone and his mouth had become completely dry long before he had sneaked out the broom. Still, he had no doubts about wanting to carry on with his plan and Sirius, who had come to watch over them and was currently sleeping on the sofa with Harry, did not ever need to know.

The day was clear, if a little windy. Severus mounted and kicked the ground once, firmly. The broom took off at once and he gripped the handle tightly before relaxing his grip ever so slightly.

Flying felt great, exhilarating. Any fears he may have harboured stayed well below him.

He was not confident enough yet to try some of the stunts that James performed as easily as breathing. However, he enjoying riding higher than any of the adults would likely have allowed as well as going round and round in progressively smaller circles. He was enjoying himself so much that, when he started to descend, he miscalculated the higher speed he had achieved. When he saw the ground come closer far too fast, he pulled up the handle abruptly and the broom responded with a sharp jump. Startled, Severus saw his own fall in slow motion: the way his hands failed to regain hold of the wood, how his body flew a bit higher than the broom and how the ground greeting him face first. The world around him went deadly silent.

The impact left no air in his lungs. He tried to take a breath and succeeded after a few desperate attempts. The pain came afterwards. Gingerly, he sat up to examine the damage. Although the grass had surely softened his fall, one of his arms hurt from the wrist to the elbow. His jumper was covered with green stains, as were his jeans. Luckily, he had not ripped anything off, but his knees hurt when he stood up.

All these thoughts were forgotten once he spotted the broom. James’s racing broom, the once he had used for matches at Hogwarts. Severus’s blood ran cold. If he had broken the damn thing…

His hands were shaking uncontrollably when he took it, but his heart began to beat again as he observed no major damage. There were some sticks that stuck out of place and a few scratches on the handle that would not look amiss in a well-worn broom —that is, if James did not keep his in prime condition. He was bound to notice, Severus knew, fearing the moment. He might be lucky enough that James may just think he forgot to fix it before putting it away the last time he rode it. Severus was aware that he was not half bad at lying and, although it left a bitter taste on his tongue sometimes, he was too much of a coward to take the blame if he could avoid it.

And yet, his thoughts were useless, for he never had the chance to do any of it. Halfway through the house, the back door slammed open and revealed Sirius, thus freezing Severus on the spot.

“Where the—” Sirius started to yell. Then, he saw Severus and strode in his direction. The boy gripped the broom, but did not move. “What the fuck, Snape? You were flying?”

His hands were trembling again as he offered the broom. He had been caught, so there was nothing to do but manage the damage.

“I didn’t break it, it’s fine,” he said mulishly, as if that could cover up the fact that he was unable to look up, instead keeping his eyes focused on Sirius’s tight fists.

“What the hell happened to you, though? Did you roll down a hill? Wait, did you fall while you were flying?” Sirius did not snatch the broom while berating him, as Severus had expected. “Fuck, you’re hurt.”

His tone became strangely flat when delivering the last sentence and the boy was unsure how he should interpret it. What could Sirius plan to do with that information?

“I’m fine,” he snapped, just in case.

Sirius’s fists relaxed a little.

“Really? So blood just comes out of your knee on occasion?”

His black eyes snapped down and he saw a darker stain than the ones from grass and dirt. His cheeks became warmer and he faced Sirius’s smirk, offering a scowl of his own.

“I’m fine. May I go to clean up?”

His heart was beating very fast. What if Sirius said ‘no’? Severus did not understand why that was so frightening. The most the man could do was not let him get out of his dirty clothes, maybe force him to stand in a corner all day until Lily and James got home past his bedtime. Sirius could not hurt him, they would not allow it —they had promised. And yet, Severus waited with bated breath for the answer.

“Let me check first. I don’t need anyone come down on me ‘cause I neglected you.”

For some reason, that did it. Severus dropped the broom and made a dash for the door that led inside the house. ‘Stupid,’ he would think a second later, when he realised he should have run in the opposite direction, even if the open field did not feel any safer when the other was a grown wizard with a wand.

Before he was aware of what was happening, there was something encircling his waist and trapping him.

“L– Let me go!” He could not help the way his voice sounded high pitched and scared. He did not want anyone to know he was scared.

He hit Sirius’s arm and tried to kick him, too. He struggled for a while and did not stop to see whether he was doing any real damage. He felt numb and detached and maybe fear was still there despite his best efforts.

“Ow, ow! Snape, stop! Bollocks, you twat, I was j– Okay, that’s it!”

And then, the ground under his feet disappeared. He may have let out a pathetic shrill until he got hold of himself, shut his eyes very tightly and kept still. His breathes were the only sound for a short second. Then, a likely livid Sirius carried him inside the house, stomping all the while. He took him to the living room and put him down in front of the couch. Nearby, Harry was playing with his moving animal toys.

“Sit down,” Sirius growled and Severus obeyed.

At the same time, Harry stumbled over them and demanded,

“Sev, play!”

The older boy only shook his head, leaving Sirius to explain just in how much trouble he was at the moment.

“Harry, I’ve got an important mission for you,” Sirius said, solemnly but still warmer than he ever addressed Severus. The toddler looked up. “You watch that Snape stays put till I come back, all right?”

Harry nodded, reciprocating the solemnity, and turning back around, repeated his request to play together. Severus refused in silence, letting his hair fall on his face and focusing on not letting fall the tears that had started to gather in his eyes.

He had mucked it up really badly that time. He had panicked and attacked an adult —a man that James considered his own brother. The world was a blur and his ragged breaths flooded his ears.

“Snape.”

An impatient voice broke his train of thought. Minutes could have passed, or perhaps hours. He looked up and saw a very irritated Sirius holding up a familiar blue bottle in one hand and his wand in another.

“Calmer now, aren’t you?” the man huffed. “Roll up your trouser leg, let me see what we’re dealing with.”

Severus shook his head vehemently. He did not understand what was going on, but his eyes were still fixed on the wand. His breathing was still making that horrible sound.

“Hurt?” pipped up Harry somewhere next to him.

“Yeah, mate, Snape’s hurt and too ruddy stubborn to let me help.”

Help? What did Sirius understand for help when it came down to a brat like him?

“No ‘Nape, Sev!” Harry corrected all of a sudden, drawing Severus’s attention to the pair.

There was a small chubby finger pointed at him and, when he looked at Sirius —his face, not his wand—, the man had a bemused expression.

“Right,” he said after a moment, turning his terrible grey eyes towards Severus. “Well, Sev, will you please roll up your trouser leg so I can heal your knee?”

Sirius dragged the short nickname with all the smugness he was able to muster and the boy found he did not like it any better than hearing his surname.

“I’m fine,” he tried once again, but his voice sounded small and frightened as his anger failed to rise.

Sirius let out a weary sigh and handed him the blue bottle. After looking between the children, he decided to put his wand between his teeth. Then, with no hurry, he proceeded to pull up Severus’s damaged trousers himself.

The bottle trembled in his grasp. The boy bit his lip and tightened his fingers around it. Staying still was his only task now.

Sirius was excruciatingly slow until he finally revealed the cut on his knee. It had stopped bleeding and clearly did not merit so much care, but there was no comment on it or the mess it had made. In fact, for once, Sirius forwent his habitual cutting remarks and kept mostly quiet, only speaking to assure Harry that everything was okay.

Severus was pretty sure he stopped breathing when the wand came near him. Yet, he did not move. He felt something warm and, when he looked down, the cut had disappeared. A cold feeling ensued as Sirius washed the dry blood away with a cloth under Severus’s fascinated gaze. The bottle was taken from his hands as Sirius began to apply it on his knee, even though the bruise had not appeared yet.

Next, the man rolled up his other trouser leg.

“Does it hurt here, too?”

Severus was about to shake his head again, but Sirius was staring at him intently and the boy knew his lie would be caught.

“Just a little,” he mumbled, looking back down.

Some balm was applied on that area as well without another word. Severus pondered whether he could ask for some for his wrist and elbow, but Sirius proceeded to examine his arms himself. The boy could not help a sharp intake of breath when Sirius took hold of his wrist.

“This has swollen.”

“It’s not broken,” Severus hurried to assure.

Sirius frowned at him, although he did not look angry.

“No, it’s not, but let me…”

And he moved his wand in a different pattern until both the redness and swelling had faded away. Still, he applied some balm there and on his elbow. Severus had no idea whether he should be more surprised that Sirius was healing him or that he apparently knew where to look for injuries.

At long last, they were done and Sirius obliged Harry by sitting him on his lap. A dense silence settled between him and Severus, who tried to still his fingers by burying them in the hem of his jumper. Eventually, the boy was the one to break the quiet.

“The broom…” he started, peeking at the open door, in the direction where the magical object remained lying on the grass.

“Accio Prongs’s broom.”

Harry was very excited to see his father’s broom flying towards them and Sirius let him grab the end of the handle while he examined it. Severus could not relax completely, but at least the man’s face was not giving him any more reason to panic.

“We’ve all fallen on our arses while riding; more than once, actually,” Sirius remarked, almost offhandedly. Then, he looked up, straight into Severus’s black eyes. “There’s no harm done, so I suppose no one needs to know… as long as you’re careful next time and let someone know before flying off.”

The unexpected reprieve from Sirius of all people took a moment to register in Severus’s brain. He hurried to wipe the shock off his face and nodded with all his might.

“I will, I swear!”

The man looked at him for a bit longer, until he turned to his godson with a big smirk.

“Harry, you up for beating Severus at Exploding Snap?”

Not Lovers, Not Friends, but Maybe Twin Flames

As much as the pro Gillovny crowd and the antis argue what Gillian and David are and aren’t, one thing remains true: not even the two in question can adequately describe their history and bond.

It’s something that just is.

They’ve both stated that they’ve tried to fight this thing, they’ve tried to turn it off, but it won’t die. They can’t sever the bond that made them famous. David and Gillian had to work through a lot of shit to get where they are and, even then, who is to say they’ve worked through everything.

When I read the article about Gillian describing her life when she was 28, one of the words she used stuck out as peculiar to me. Gillian said she and David had to work on their issues in a metaphysical way.

This is a recurrent thing with them. In so many words, they’ve described their bond as otherworldly--something beyond even them.

And maybe that is why their friendship seems lacking and that they come off as lovers even though they aren’t.

David and Gillian are twin flames.

The concept of twin flames differs from soul mates because 1. asserts one soul is split into separate bodies. 2. It’s not about love, it’s about truth.

Because this concept fascinating, I dig some digging and found some thoughts on it.

A Twin Flame, or Twin Soul, is a person who you feel connected to not just on a physical and emotional level, but also on a soulful or spiritual level.

“Twin flames can often cause radical personal awakenings for one another because they can see straight through to one another.”

AND

“Twin flames are intense and challenging relationships that force us to deal with our unresolved issues and become a bigger person.”

I know antis are rolling their eyes and firing up hate anons, but have you ever just connected to someone in a way that you can’t explain? This meeting, this bond, regardless of if you’re getting along or are butting heads, is one of the most intense relationships you’ve ever experienced. You don’t know why this person has such an impact on you, they just do. And it doesn’t have to be romantic, it can be platonic, or standing on the precipice of something you can’t explain, but this connection transcends relationships.

I’m not arguing that these two are in love and destined to be together. They aren't soul mates. But, they’re two parts of a whole and, in the past, they clashed so much because they saw through one another but never had time to deal with each other. When they were upset at one another, they were either being passive aggressive or saying biting remarks.

But, when they got along, they really got along. Not like besties, but two who clearly enjoyed each other on some time of level that was more than two colleagues goofing around.

Post the original run, I believe both David and Gillian have used the words intense and challenging or variations of it to describe their relationship. They’ve stated after time and space, they’ve gained an appreciation for each other and their words to one another have been kind, thoughtful, and considerate.

And...we see shit like this: 

This entire interview:

There is a closeness, an intimacy that people who are just work colleagues or just acquaintances don’t have. These aren’t the actions or behaviors of people who currently (👀) hate each other.

In the pic, Gillian doesn’t look uncomfortable or think twice when David does shit like biting her shirt. Most people would look at the other like they were crazy and Gillian doesn’t pay any mind to it. 

In the first gif, Gillian leans her his forward and David casually grabs it and pulls her forwards to sign the shirt. Interestingly, once again, Gillian doesn’t think twice and just goes with it. How many people do you know who’d feel comfortable doing that from either Gillian or David’s position? It’s what two people who are close in some capacity would do--two people who feel comfortable around each other.

For the second gif, that entire Jimmy Kimmel interview is wild as hell. Like, if you know you know. But, one of the things that stands out the most to me isn’t what they said or did, but Jimmy’s observance:

Jimmy: I’m surprised at how friendly you guys were and are. I was under the impression that you guys didn't like each other when you were shooting the show. Gillian: You mean friendly to each other?  J: YEAH, friendly to each other--very friendly to each other.  G: Well, you made us, like, have sex.  J: Well, yeah...I’m talking about even off camera.  G: We don’t usually do that every show. *referring to having sex on camera* J: There was a lot of camaraderie there it seems like.  G: It is. 

Jimmy goes down this line of questioning because he is absolutely BAFFLED by how friendly they're being towards each other. And, as stated above, it was even off camera. He goes on to have them clarify that he was’t mistaken about them not getting along at times when the show was on air, which they confirm.

Later on, Jimmy flat out says, “What the hell is going on between you two?”

Keep in mind, this line of questioning is about one of the reasons they butted heads back in he 90s and neither David or Gillian are uncomfortable or dodgy. They’re relaxed, happy, giggly and all over each other while talking. Jimmy is honestly perplexed because none of this matches up with what he heard and what they literally just confirmed. I’m honestly curious as to what Jimmy was thinking, but would’t say.

And, as usual, there is a lot of touching that neither are actively thinking about. Just two people having fun talking about how they had a tense relationship back then.

Antis will say that this is PR, which, of course it was. But, what they mean is them getting along is an act. I’ve said once before and I’ll say it again, if people think that DD and GA getting along is acting, they’re ALWAYS acting. As a reminder, Jimmy himself noted that even when they cameras weren’t rolling, these two were incredibly friendly to one another. This isn’t just something he noticed, it was something he felt compelled to remark to them. It’s absolutely absurd to think even non recorded interactions between them when they aren’t working is acting. Why in the hell weren’t they acting back in the 90′s when they were throwing shots and being passive aggressive towards each other?

I honestly think it's irrelevant if they’re friends or lovers because their bond is so much deeper than that regardless if they talk every day or every three years. And I believe that people who are adamant that Gillian hates David are full of shit. That pic is from 2016, the first gif 2018, and the last gif 2016.

They’ve supported one another’s work endeavors outside of the X-Files and even did an X-Files zoom event together just last year. Gillian even asked Dvid to participate in her charity even last year as well.

These are two people who’ve made peace. They most definitely still have their issues (most likely not what antis claim because they love projecting their issues as issues Gillian has), but that’s for them to work through just like everyone else. David and Gillian are in a good place at the moment even when we don’t see them interacting. The detractors just need to deal with the fact that they are the only ones holding onto their past and making up shit that doesn’t exist. Just because they are in a better place doesn’t mean they won’t disagree at times. But, Gillian and David love, care, and respect one another and that’s the only thing that matters.

YOUTUBER AU I’m such a fucking sucker for those. It can be anything you want really. Maybe they are friends doing a challenge or something and they end up kissing (or more ;)) or they could meet each other at like a creator even and take a pic together and everyone starts to ship them... :)

HI! Anon I am so sorry, life has been *general handwaving* a MESS. But, I’ve finally gotten most of my shit together and look! A fic! Finally!!! I hope you enjoy two ridiculous boys being ridiculous.

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“You guys asked for it, and here it is. The explanation to Bendy and the Ink Machine! Now, I’ve watched a ton of playthroughs of this, especially The RatKing’s, as well as played through it myself, and I think I’ve got it.” 

Such a simple statement, it made it through both of the editors as well as Steve and Dustin themselves without raising any red flags. But as with everything, once it had been released on the internet it became fuel for fans to break apart and over analyze. 

The comments started pouring in, the standard mix of support and people trying to break apart his theory. But one comment in particular would stand out and begin something so much bigger than itself. 

Twenty minutes after Steve had pressed upload, someone with the username Random Hoe posted a comment saying Awe! A collab between you and Billy would be totes amazing!! While an innocent comment in itself, it began to pick up steam as people ranted and demanded for the two popular youtubers to interact more. It turned from video ideas to outright shipping within two hours, and only five hours after the video had been up, people began tagging Steve on Twitter with everything from edited screen grabs to fanart and video edits, all about Steve and Billy’s secret yet undying love for each other. 

Steve had almost quit Youtube as the fanbase for what had been dubbed “Stilly” steadily grew and became all the more ravenous. There were less and less comments and reactions to his theories, whether movie, video game, or even book related, and more and more comments about how he needed to do a collab with Billy ASAP, and how he’s queerbaiting, and how it’s okay to come out, it was 20Gayteen after all. He had tried to do damage control, but it only made things worse. 

And then someone showed Billy, and Steve not only wanted to quit Youtube, but also crawl under a rock. 

Billy’s only reaction to someone sending him a picture of Steve and Billy during a live stream was “Nice art, like the hair,” but Steve could have sworn his mouth twitched down in a grimace before Billy recovered his composure. 

But Dustin had convinced Steve to keep going, and with two months of no recognition or new content, the frenzy of Stilly shipping died down. It never disappeared, but no one sent anymore art to Billy and stopped tagging Steve in all of their posts. That had been in February. 

Vidcon was in June, and Stilly was the least of Steve’s worries. He’d been asked to host a panel on the new game show he and Dustin had begun hosting on Youtube TV about pop culture trivia, and then host a live episode with various Youtube guests as competitors. It promised to be relatively simple, a simple explanation of the origin and behind-the-scenes and a simple Q&A session followed by what he spent every Thursday doing for the past two months. And it was, him and Dustin breezing through the panel bouncing off of each other and the first round of Did You Know? You Don’t Say? flying by as the famed beauty guru aced almost every question. But once the second guest stepped on stage, Steve knew it was all going to go to shit. 

Because Billy Hargrove, The Rat King himself, swaggered out on the stage in flip flops and an Everlast crop top and flopped into the contestant’s chair with a smirk. Steve froze, mouth suddenly drier than a desert. 

Luckily, Dustin didn’t even stutter. “Ah! The next victim. Should we go easy on him?” He waggled his eyebrows as he asked the audience. The audience shouting brought Steve out of his daze, and with a shake of his head, he turned and spread his arms out wide. 

“Well then, let’s begin. So, Billy, Do you know what the rarest MnM color is?” 

The cocky smirk melted off of Billy’s face, replaced by one of thoughtful determination. He’s silent for only a moment before he looks up and says, “Brown, like your eyes, Pretty Boy.” Steve feels his pale skin flush with heat, but he coughs and tries to play it off.

“Quite the charmer there, Rat King. Luckily, your lines are actually true. One point! Let’s see it!” He calls out and then looks behind him to the television screen currently displaying the scoreboard. A large blocky 1 appears and the audience cheers. 

“Alrighty then,” Dustin says after the crowd dies down. “Next question. Billy, Do you know the original name of Istanbul?” Billy chuckles, and shakes his head.

“Easy. Constantinople.”

Dustin fake pouts and looks over to Billy. “None of that Rat King charm for me?” The audience laughs, and Billy chuckles before throwing a wink at Dustin.

“Not quite old enough to ride this ride, bud.” 

Dustin scoffs and shakes his head, making the curls bounce around wildly. “Whatever you say, old man. You did get it right by the way. Let me see another point!” Dustin mimics Steve and gestures towards the scoreboard which now shows a big, white 2. 

“Your turn, Pretty Boy. Give me something hard.”

“Alright. Let’s see.” Steve pretends to look over his notes before seeing the perfect question. “So, Billy, Do you know which two American states don’t observe daylight savings time?” Billy stares blankly at Steve. This was the final question in their lineup, but he had asked for a hard question. 

Luckily, Billy recovers quickly and clears his throat before giving another chuckle. “Damn, I know I said give me a hard one, but I wasn’t expecting that. I’m gonna go with Hawaii and Alaska?” Steve shakes his head and gives a small sigh. 

Dustin gives a little cheer, and then runs over to a table off to the side of the stage where they have a cue card that the contestant has to read off of if they lose. It was Dustin’s idea, the You don’t say? part of the title. It’s his favorite part of the show, because they get to see their contestants say some ridiculous things.

“Well, unfortunately, that was incorrect,” Steve announces over the booing audience. “And, following the rules, you now have to read whatever is on this card.” Dustin hands Billy the cue card with a wicked grin. 

Billy sighs and flips over the card. There’s a moment of silence as he reads over what the card says, and then he looks up at Steve and clears his throat.

“Would a Pretty Boy want to go out with me?” He says in a clear voice, gaze never leaving Steve’s. 

Suddenly too many things for Steve to process happen at once. He feels the heat return to his cheeks and his mouth dry out again, the audience goes wild, and a buzzer sounds, signaling that they were out of time for Did You Know? You Don’t Say? Dustin comes through and pushes a frozen Steve off-stage, where Billy is waiting in the wings. With the audience’s weighty gaze gone, the feeling returns to Steve all at once.

“What the hell man? What was that out there?” He hissed at Billy. The man simply shrugs and gives another one of his trademark smirks.

“Just giving the people what they want, Princess. Try to keep up.” And then he turns around, and walks away. Simple as that. Nothing to it. 

Steve wants to scream. Fortunately, he and Dustin have been friends for years, and he knows all of Steve’s tics by now. The stagehands shoo them from the wings, and he pulls Steve through one of the backdoors to outside the convention center. Somehow, he also procures a water bottle in the hustle, and hands it to Steve once they’re both sitting on the steps outside. Steve takes the water bottle gratefully and chugs half of it in one long gulp. He pulls it away and wipes at his face before sighing. He seems to deflate, like a balloon losing all of its helium at once, and Dustin puts an arm around him. It’s awkward because he’s shorter than Steve, but it’s still comforting nonetheless. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Dustin asks quietly.

“I- I’m so stupid. For just a second I thought it was real, but why would it be? What would someone like him see in someone like me?” Dustin lets out a huff before pulling away and turning towards Steve.

“Steve, buddy, pal o’ mine. You’re an idiot. If anything, he doesn’t deserve you. He’s a pompous ass for pulling a stunt like that. It’s bullshit.” 

“He could have anyone. Between his paycheck and his pecs, he’s one of Youtube’s hottest content creators.”

“Yeah, sure. But for the sake of alliteration, he also lacks personality. The guy’s a huge dick! And he proved it today. He knew that you wouldn’t shut him down and bitch him out on stage, so he thought it would be funny to pull that shit.”

“Yeah, he is kind of just a publicity-seeking asshole, you’re right,” Steve admits, feeling a little better, and a lot angrier. “You know what, Dusty-Poo? I’m gonna find him, and give him a piece of my mind.” He stands up, itching for a fight and knowing who to go find for one.

“Tha-that’s not exactly what I meant but sure! Go knock him down a peg.” Dustin stands up as well and follows Steve back onto the main showfloor. 

It takes about twenty minutes to find Billy amongst the crowd but Steve sees him, and locks in like a tiger stalking his prey. Or something cool like that. Thankfully, Steve doesn’t have to make a huge scene as he walks up to Billy and gets in his face. 

“You. Me. Conference Room 3. Now,” Steve says, poking a finger in the middle of Billy’s chest to emphasize his point. Billy chuckles, but still follows along as they walk into the empty conference room. Once they clear the doors and Steve hears them swing shut behind them, he turns to Billy.

“Explain. What the fuck was the point of that little,” he wavs his hand around, “stunt you pulled during the game show?” 

Billy raises an eyebrow. “Told you Pretty Boy. I gave the people what they wanted. 

“So that’s it? It was a publicity stunt?” 

“You tell me. You’re the one who started the whole thing,” Billy shoots back, still holding on to an air of nonchalance, but Steve can his patience waning.

“You- you mean the stuff from February? When I happened to mention you in one video? You think I meant for that shitstorm to start, for fun and publicity?” 

Billy only shrugs again.

“Okay. Nope. Again, I mentioned your channel one time, as a source. Gave credit where credit was due. I do it for all the channels I watch! I’ve mentioned Nancy’s channel like 8 times, and Jonathan’s too. Never had this shit started with them.”

“They’re married, Steve. Like super married. Of course it wouldn’t. We’re both single, queer youtubers. Of course shit’s gonna stop. Didn’t your agent or whoever look over your video?”

Steve huffs. “Oh yeah, let me just go hire an agent, cause I have such a need for someone to monitor my every move,” Steve snarked. Billy just looked at him like he had failed to add 2 and 3.

“You’re telling me you, part of one of the biggest channels on Youtube, don’t have an agent?” 

“We’re not one of the biggest channels, and we’ve never needed one! We’ve got our team of editors and assistants, no need for some agent.”

“Steve,” Billy says patiently, like he was explaining something to a child, “You have over 4 million subscribers. That’s a big channel.” 

“We’re still not one of the biggest channels, dipshit.”

“Oh, I'm the dipshit? I didn’t start a fucking fandom frenzy apparently by accident. Because I was smart and got a fucking agent.”

“You’re such an asshole.” 

“Whatever you say Princess.”

“Stop fucking calling me a princess!” Steve screams, voice booming in the silent conference room. “Why do you do that? Pretty Boy, Princess, Stevie? Just- just stop with the fucking nicknames. It’s not fair.” The second part of his outburst comes out as a whisper, sounding almost desperate. 

Billy was at a loss for words, but then again, he had always been more of a man of action. 

So he says nothing, only gives a seconds’ thought of what he was going to do, before lunging forward and doing it. 

Steve’s next words are muffled as Billy crashes their lips together with absolutely no finesse, teeth clacking. It probably constituted as the worst kiss Billy has ever had, but as he moves back, Steve grabs a fist full of blond locks and pulls him forward. Their 

second kiss is far better. By no means is it soft, but that was just par for the course with them wasn’t it? 

The kiss comes to a natural ending as they both pull back to breath, before Steve starts to giggle. 

“You really need to work on your pick-up lines, Rat King.”

A soft gasp from the doorway cuts off Billy’s retort, and they both turn to see a girl decked out in Youtube merch, including a jacket with the Upside Down Theories logo on it. She had dropped her backpack, and was open-mouthed gaping at the two. Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates as she frantically gathers up her backpack and shoots out of the conference room. 

“Chances that this blows up online by tomorrow?” Steve asks, turning to the blond next to him. 

“I’m betting in the next two hours, Pretty Boy,” Billy replies.

A wicked smirk creeps onto Steve’s lips as he shrugs and says, “Oops. What was that about getting an agent to help with this stuff?” 

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Aside from this taking FOREVER, I hope you guys enjoy this! It was tons of fun to write.

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Hello! Whenever you do open requests, could you do the Insecure MC headcanons with Lucien and Victor as well? They’re my favorites so I’d really appreciate it. Loved those headcanons with Kiro and Gavin!

Hello to you too Anon! I struggled a bit with writing these so they can be a bit off. I hope you’ll forgive me. 

Victor’s HC I treated a little too personal (let’s say I’m in a similar situation as MC is here, because my partner is “wealthy” and I am not as much and when I tell you some rich people are ruthless... yeah they are) so I got a little carried away. I then tried to rewrite it but it just got worse so I decided to post it like that. 

As to Lucien - I don’t know him very well. I only have a few of his karmas, and I played only two of his dates. I do not dislike him, he is just not my type in otome games. 

With that being said I hope you’ll still be able to enjoy these HCs. Have a great day/night and please stay safe! 

*slight spoilers*

“You are gorgeous* with Victor and Lucien:

Victor

“Are you okay in there?” A deep voice from behind the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You quickly wiped your face with a towel, which you then threw into a basket of dirty laundry and looked in the mirror, hoping that you would not see a tearful woman with red eyes and swollen cheeks.

There is a reason, however, that they say hope is the mother of fools.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Give me a minute!” Your voice almost cracked and it took everything in you not to start crying again. You grabbed another towel, soaked it in cold water and started to vigorously tap it on your face to make the puffiness disappear. 

On the other side of the door was standing very worried Victor with his brows furrowed and lips pressed in a thin line. He wasn’t deaf, he heard your sobs coming out of the bathroom a while ago and immediately wanted to know what’s wrong but knew you would not tell him right away. So leaned on the wall next to the door and waited for you to enter your shared bedroom.

Paler than a few minutes earlier you finally walked out with a tight smile plastered on your face. You rubbed your still-a-little-shaky hands on your silk robe to occupy them with something and get rid of the feeling of overwhelming nervousness.

♪ Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know ♪ (I’m sorry, I got carried away)

“Who are you trying to fool?” He knew. Of course he knew. 

“I’m tired, Victor. Can we please go to bed?”

“Not unless you tell me what’s bothering you.” He was giving you The Look™. This icy glare that he used at work that was basically saying „do as I say” and that every LFG employee was afraid of. You’ve seen The Look™ so many times now it didn’t bother you anymore but Victor didn’t even flinch when you tried to push past him in order to get to the bed. He was stubborn and you were   sick and tired of your own thoughts so you gave in.

Being the girlfriend of one of the most influential people in the country (*cough* the whole world *cough*) brought many advantages. Fancy business meetings, cruises on private yachts, beautiful views from hotel windows when you were traveling together for business trips. Not to mention how much love Victor gave you and how much he did for you privately, behind closed doors, where he showed you his tender loving side. 

But it also had many downsides. The people you two were mingling with were refined, elegant, sometimes you could even say stuck-up. And you felt like you didn’t belong there. Hell, you knew you didn’t.

Everything was a race between them. Who drove a better car, who had more investments, who knew more languages, who graduated from better university. Where was your place in this picture? 

You weren’t stupid, you were the boss of your own company, you were extremely strong-willed and dutiful, you worked hard, but somehow you still didn’t see yourself worthy of being Victor’s partner. 

In addition, there was the fact that Victor had little time for you - which of course you understood, he could not put his duties aside because of your whims - but somewhere inside you were still a bit upset.

Your boyfriend didn't know how to react. From the first day of your acquaintance, he saw you as someone confident, brave, not worried about failures, but only going forward. You managed to convince him HIM to give you and your company a chance. Never in a million years would he had guessed that under your tough exterior lay so many insecurities.

He held your shaking body in a tight embrace occasionally giving you a kiss on the crown of your head partially to calm you down and partially to calm himself down. He treated the fact that because of the self-doubt you brought yourself to the state where you cried when locked in a bathroom alone, as a private failure. 

Now he had to make up for every time he weren’t there with you. For you. 

You were used to lonely evenings spent in front of the TV with your favorite pudding (which compensated his absence a bit). So you were very surprised when a few days later he announced that from now on two evenings a week you would be obligated to spend together doing whatever you would like to.

Watching TV, playing piano, eating, having sex. You named it - he was down for it.

At banquets, when he saw your eyes begin to waver, he hugged you closer to his side or squeezed your hand a bit harder. He made you understand that he was next to you and did not intend to leave you. So you better not leave him

Oh, and if someone tried to offend you or your intelligence/appearance/mannerisms/whatever…

He would be with you in a minute and with the help of The Look™and his CEO voice he would let the poor thing know that the only person with whom something was wrong in the room was them.

Victor was not very good at comforting you with words, but his actions expressed more than a thousand of them. 

When you felt the need for self-pity, he brought you a cup of your favorite tea, covered your body with a blanket and hugged to himself, leaning your head against his sturdy chest. This way he made sure that you weren't alone with your problems. Sometimes he was also combing your hair with his fingers humming a melody he knew you loved, because you were constantly playing it on the piano. Like a parent calming their child down.

“Victor, thank you.” You said one time, your voice tired.

“Sleep, dummy. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

He once lost you. He wasn’t going to risk it happening again. You were definitely the love of his life, the only person he would ever wait for. So if he had to wait for you to love yourself properly, so be it. 

Lucien

The spark of joy disappeared from your eyes some time ago. 

Lucien was a researcher, an observer, he knew when changes to your behavior occurred. He noticed them right away. 

How you were sabotaging yourself when something good happened to you. How you were dragging down all your accomplishments. How you became even harder on yourself to the point when you were falling asleep in different places because you were so fatigued. 

You were physically and emotionally drained but you kept going anyway cause if you stop, insecurities would eat you alive. 

“When are you going to tell me what’s been on your mind lately, butterfly?” A simple question asked during breakfast when he put a cup of chamomile tea in front of you made you almost choke on eggs you were currently chomping.

“Whatever you mean, Lucien…”

“I thought you were the one who said that a healthy relationship is based on honesty and openness. Weren’t you?”

This man. Seriously. 

“I didn’t think you’d be interested in that matter.”

“On the contrary. I am interested in about everything regarding your person.”

At that point you were sure he was aware of a mess you had inside your head. He gave it away by the way he grabbed your hand and wrapped his long fingers around yours, to later bring them to his lips and kiss each knuckle. It was a tender gesture, one he often did to lift your spirits.

You didn't quite want to explain everything to him, uncover all of your insecurities, but when he looked at you as penetrating as if he wanted to expose your soul as gently as possible, you couldn't refuse him. 

He held your hand all the time, didn’t let it go even when you rested your head on his shoulder while weeping.

To say that it broke Lucien's heart is an understatement. He knew everything he heard from you that morning. He had all this information, and yet to hear from you how much you did not believe in yourself, how much you loathed yourself, was a blow to him.

All he could do was gradually try to get you out of your bubble. He wanted to replace all that ugliness that you wore inside with something beautiful. 

Step one: A healthy mind in a healthy body. Who was supposed to know it better than a doctor?

As you struggled with drooping eyelids trying to perfect another report, which was impossible, Lucien's strong arms gently pulled you away from the desk and led you towards the bed. After several times, you even stopped protesting.

Chamomile tea has always been provided to you in stressful situations. Lucien even instructed Anna to prepare this tea for you at the company where he had no possibility of being.

Your boyfriend attached great importance to what you ate because it was a well-known fact that people with a diet rich in vitamins and omega-3 had a better mood. Oh no, no more junk food

Step two: exhibitions, galleries, theater, cinema, stargazing, watching the skylights, amusement park.

Between research and teaching at the university, Lucien took you to all the places you could have thought of. He took the replacement of ugliness with beauty quite literally. 

Your favorite place was a temporary butterfly exhibition at the Natural Museum, because there your boyfriend led you from a display case to a display case and was telling you passionately every interesting fact he knew about different species. How unguarded he became there was amusing but also very sweet.

“Did you know that this butterfly pups quite late and its wings are slightly smaller than the rest of the butterflies living in this area? This does not prevent him from being the most beautiful and useful of all of them.” He said pointing with one hand to one of the insects while the other was drawing small circles on the small of your back.

Did he just compared you to a butterfly?

Step three: a good ol’ love-making.

This man thought that if it doesn't reach you normally, it will hit you how wonderful you are through various positions in bed. Not only in bed

Good luck walking for the next few days

You gave Lucien’s life color, showed him that living with someone who cared about him and loved him was far better, happier. He was going to repay that favor now.

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This was requested by an amazing anon! “Can I request an imagine with Damien haas. One where the reader is completely oblivious, like the most naive girl that’s usually all smiles and jokes. Damien is like in love with her but she can’t even see it. One day she comes home all depressed because another blind date when bad and she doesn’t think anyone will ever love her for her… and Damien is sitting there like 😳😩 you decide how it ends 😂 thanks!”

This was so much fun to write so I hope you enjoy it!!

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God you were beautiful.

Damien couldn’t help but stare, watching you as you worked, the look of concentration on your face along with the occasional smile on your face as you seemed to enjoy the joke you just wrote. You were just…so damn cute.

“It’s rude to stare you know.” Shayne told Damien, sliding up next to him in his rolling chair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Damien replied, going back to typing on his computer.

“Come on, Damien. We are way passed this stage in our friendship. Denial in this is just pointless…so how long have you liked Y/N?”

Damien let out an exasperated sigh, his focus turning towards his best friend.

“I’m honestly surprised it’s taken you this long to notice. You really need to work on your observation skills.” He deflected slightly.

“So a while then?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn, how haven’t I noticed?” Shayne asked himself. “We’re missing the point here. You like Y/N. You should ask her out. I bet you anything she’ll say yes.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“We work together, Shayne.” Damien replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“That’s just a cop out because you’re too scared of something. Besides, we’ve known her long enough to know that even if it didn’t work with her that it wouldn’t affect work. I mean, she dated Anthony and they worked well together after they broke up.”

“But I’m not Anthony. What if I’m the one that screws it up?”

“Screws what up?” You asked as you walked up to Damien and Shayne, startling both guys.

“Screws uh…uh, this script. Like, I’m working super hard on it and I feel like I’ve built it up too much when we discussed it the other day.” Damien quickly lied, motioning to the laptop in front of him.

“Come on, Damien. You’re not gonna screw it up, you’re awesome. You got this.”

“Yeah, Damien.” Shayne teased with a smirk.

Damien glared daggers at Shayne as you leaned against Damien’s desk.

“So, I’m taking a lunch break and wanted to know if you guys wanted to come. I was thinking of getting chinese.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Damien agreed with a nod and smile.

“It does but I still have so much to get done.” Shayne replied, earning a look from Damien. “Bring me something back?”

“Sure. Text me what you want. I’m already picking up something for Ian and Courtney so I got you.” You told him with a smile.

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You and Damien decided to eat there and just order for your friends before you left. Damien was a little on edge because he was still wondering if you overheard the part about Anthony which would probably lead to more questions he didn’t have the fake answers to.

You were acting as you normally did: cracking jokes, being the sweetest…and so effing cute…focus Damien. She can’t know you’re into her. At least not yet…whenever he figures out is a good time.

“You got any plans tonight?” You asked him before taking a bite of your egg roll.

“No. Honestly, I was thinking of just hanging out at home.” Damien replied with a shrug.

“Lucky.” You whined. “Courtney roped me into a blind date with her and her date and I wish I could say I was looking forward to it.”

Oh damn. You were going on a date…

“Why aren’t you looking forward to it?”

“Because the last few have been a disaster. I swear lately, I’ve been attracting jerks.”

This might be your in, Damien…

“Tinder guys aren’t exactly the pick of the litter or the best place to be looking.”

“I went on Bumble the last 2 times!” You defended with a laugh. “Still, you’re right.”

Okay, Damien. Do it. This is a good opening. All you have to say is, “then maybe you wanna go out with me instead?” that could work!

“Look maybe this one won’t be as bad as the others.”

Wait, what? DAMIEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

“I don’t know. I mean, this is the first time I’ve let Courtney set me up and I don’t know what to expect.” You told him with a shrug. “Considering the last ones, I’m already preparing for the worst.”

“Don’t. For all you know, this one might be a good one and Courtney is your best friend. Who would know better?”

Seriously Damien, what the hell? Why did you decide to encourage this date?

….

…

Because he’s a nice guy and he would want you to be happy if this date went well.

“You’re right.” You relented. “I hate it but you’re right.”

“It’s a gift and a curse.” Damien shrugged.

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The morning after your date, you and Courtney are hanging out on set with Damien, Ian and Shayne as you get ready to film a sketch.

“So yeah. It did not go well.” Courtney said, regarding the date.

“Seriously, I swear, I’m this close to swearing off guys and dates for a while.” You sighed. “All these guys want from me is sex or something stupid. I can’t find a guy who wants me for just me.”

Damien’s eyes widened and he threw a look at Shayne. Pretty much everyone gave you an exasperated look. Were you serious?

Damien swore he had made himself obvious over the past few months, especially. Part of him waited for you to notice it because for some unknown stupid reason, he couldn’t find it in himself to ask you out. He just couldn’t get the words out so he hoped if he was obvious, like his slightly longer hugs, or offering you the last of whatever food you guys shared…things like that, you would get the hint.

Courtney only set you up on the date to wake Damien up. She and Ian came up with that because they hoped it would wake Damien up. You weren’t gonna be single forever. Make a move. They found out Damien liked you because they caught on to his obvious tells.

And then there was Shayne. Once he heard once and for all from Damien, he started to really notice it when you guys hung out the past couple of days. There was no way you could be that oblivious.

“You know what, I can’t do this, this is hard to watch…” Shayne said after seeing Damien’s face after you spoke. “Y/N, I love you but you’re obliviousness is so bad. Damien likes you. And for some reason, god only knows what, he hasn’t asked you out.”

“Wait, really Damien?” You asked him curiously.

Damien’s face was so flushed you swore he was beginning to resemble a tomato. To be fair, he tried to answer you but he just couldn’t get the words out….god, what he would give to just melt into the floor or disappear right now.

“Yes.” Shayne answered for him. “You never noticed how much more he smiles at you more than any of us?”

“Or how he tends to blush every time you pay him a compliment?” Courtney added.

“Or how he seems to like every instagram picture you post?” Ian jumped in.

“Or–”

“Okay! She gets it!” Damien interrupted, his level of embarrassment heightening.

“I’m sorry, Damien but this was just getting silly.” Courtney told him.

You got lost in thought for a moment. Damien…your friend Damien liked you? How…how the hell did you not see that coming? Now that everyone pointed it out, it was so obvious…like the little things such as holding the door open for you or even laughing at the stupidest jokes you made. He was always slightly nicer to you and more playful than he was with Shayne or even Courtney. Damien liked you. Why didn’t he ever ask you out?

“I don’t know.” Damien replied to you.

“Did I ask that out loud?” You asked your friends, who nodded.

“I wanted to, I just…I would get choked up and then I’d babble like an idiot. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t.”

You lightly sighed and took hold of his hand.

“First of all, I really need to work on my observational skills. Second, Damien, you wanna go out on a date with me?” You smiled at him.

Damien’s eyes widened once more at your question. You were asking him out? Holy shit, this had to be a dream, right? God, that smile again…why were you so…you?

“Y-Yes. Yes. I would.”

“Finally!” Courtney cried out in exasperation.

“If you ever decide to marry her, do not ask us for help because we’re not doing this again.” Ian joked with Damien.

How Deep Is Your Love - Danny Rayburn x Reader (Bloodline)

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Danny + 91 -  “Tell me you need me.” Requested by Anon 💙

Author’s Note: Danny is the final posted as tradition states! Here we are, 16/16! It’s taken a significantly shorter period of time than last year and would have taken even shorter if I’d have just posted them one after the other.  So, your request “He needs some reassurance after a day with his family.” might have been calling for some sweetness and angst... I accidentally gave you spice instead... Ooops... 😬😬😬

I hope it’s still enjoyable - and even more I hope this last one was worth the wait!

Disclaimer: Bloodline characters not mine / gif not mine (credit as appropriate) / lyrics not mine.

Premise: After another particularly hard day with his family, Danny is in need of a little R&R. However, his idea and yours might not be exactly the same...

Words: 3896

Warnings: Sexual Pre-Amble / Sexual Connotations / Dirty Dancing / Swearing

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I want you to breathe me Let me be your air Let me roam your body freely No inhibition, no fear Open up my eyes and Tell me who I am Let me in on all your secrets No inhibition, no sin How deep is your love? Is it like the ocean? What devotion? Are you? How deep is your love? Is it like nirvana? Hit me harder, again How deep is your love? Is it like the ocean? Pull me closer, again So tell me how deep is your love, can it go deeper?

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Danny didn’t look particularly happy as he closed his room door on the day. That might also have been understatement of the year, aside from the fact that Danny never looked particularly cheerful when he was in the Keys – not really. Maybe he’d smile and feign joy, but you’d been together a long time – you knew him better than that. You were only meant to be down here for a couple of days, and it was the first time you’d driven down from Miami since he’d decided to settle back here and get his life back in order, but the second you saw him you knew you’d be staying far longer. If there was one thing you hated it was to see Danny unhappy – he had enough of that as it was, without someone making him upset. You already knew that being around his family was always hard for him, although usually he got to come back to Miami for respite. Now he was with them 24/7, and you weren’t sure that you could stand for it. And he was working late too; you also weren’t sure that was fair on him, but then Danny would only argue that he needed the money. For Nolan, Danny would do anything - he’d already proven that. You’d been sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed for a little while, watching the sun sink below the horizon line and waiting for him to return to you – tonight, dinner in hand. “How was work?” You didn’t dare ask how he was; that was fairly obvious. “Yeah.” He blew out a breath and joined you, “It’s a job.” You reached out and took his hand in yours, “Danny,” but your sentence faltered, because you could think of nothing good to say, and didn’t want to start an argument about his family right now. He nodded gently, completely getting it and slipped his hand from yours to touch your cheek, “Thank you.” “For what?” “Being here.” He gave a heavy shrug, “Hell, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “Nor me you…” Your voice was quiet, and you kissed his wrist, and then his palm before you let him go. You ate dinner in relative silence, but he did spend a little bit of time here and there updating you on his day, before Danny asked you about yours. You hadn’t done a lot, having seen him off – with more kisses than you could handle – early this morning with the wish of a good day. How you’d pulled him close and held him there in front of them all. You’d already seen the way the Rayburn’s looked at you like you were too good for him, that was before he’d come here – back when Danny was doing well for himself. It was even more important to you now that they understand just how much you cared for him - about the fact that you were his and you weren’t about to leave. You’d then subsequently spent some time on the beach and gone shopping in town. You loved the Keys islands, the little towns with quaint shopping districts. It was by no means quiet, full of spring breakers – who appeared to be frequenting a ton of venues that had all day parties going on, possibly all week. You raised your eyebrow; it’d been way too long since you’d done something like that – but you did like occupying dancefloors – and at least a little part of you wished to get back on one. But really your day hadn’t been that interesting. “Your cooking is – as ever, incredible!” Finally there was a smile at the compliment. “Thank you. You’re far to kind.” “Are you kidding? This is so good!” “It’s good comfort food, yeah!” You finished your plate and leant across to kiss him – lips grazed to his gently, soft and sweet – Danny set his food to one side and pulled you to him. You knew then how much he needed this, “Danny…” “It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything…” But you felt like you did, you could only imagine what he’d been through today. “Baby tell me. Please tell me.” You whispered the words softly against his skin between kisses, and eventually Danny gave in and told you about his day. “--And yeah, well…You know my family…” You couldn’t help your frustrated sigh, and – considering you called it like you saw it – your exclamation of “Fuck your family!” You weren’t in a good mood, despite high spirits, just because of the situation – his depiction of what was going on here just made you more livid. And more importantly, you realised it wasn’t helping him – you leapt from the bed and tugged his hand. “What?” Danny tilted his head – wanting nothing more right now than to cuddle up in bed with you. “Come on.” “What?! Where?” “I want to get you out of this fucking house!” “Well, where are we gonna go darlin’!?” But Danny wasn’t so reluctant, and curiosity got the better of him to rise from where he was sitting and allow you to pull him from the room – you kept your hand in his and tugged him down the stairs and outside, all the way to his truck. You pressed your back against it, and he pinned you there; wonder still in his blue eyes as he traced them from your eyes to your lips and back. You bit your lip gently in invitation for him to taste you again, and Danny did so. “You’ll see, when we get there…” *** You figured you were smiling by the time you got to the end of the drive; Danny already with his arm and head out of the window, enjoying the cooling night air as the breeze swept in from the ocean. You liked driving his truck too – that was just a nice bonus right now. Neither of you were really dressed for where you were taking him, but you honestly weren’t sure you cared. It was what you were going to do there that was important. First you had to scope out a good one, and seen as you’d been observing them all day, you knew which you were going to pick – backing out onto the shore line with pretty strings of coloured lights and an outdoor dancefloor on decked levels. Strangely sophisticated for spring break dive bars – and you’d been to your fair share of them. Not that the clientele were wearing anything sophisticated; in fact, when you pulled into the parking lot it looked like most of them were coming off the beach – bikini tops and short shorts. You looked down at yourself; huh! maybe you’d scratch that, you were dressed perfectly. Perhaps you were a little more covered than a fair few. Turning back to Danny, he was surveying the scenery with curious interest, a bemused sort of smile on his face. “You’re about to tell me we’ve arrived aren’t ya?” “Mmhmmm.” You leant across to kiss his cheek, before hopping out of the car, “Come on babe! Let’s go!” “Oh geeez.” He slid from his seat, still starring at the hordes of already drunk twenty-somethings (and probably teens with their plethora of fake IDs) dragging their friends towards your location of choice. Danny slipped his hand into yours as you walked, “A bar? A dance bar? On spring break? With no cash?” You rolled your eyes at his tone; “Shut it! I’ve got money and it’s totally NOT about the drinking!” He raised an eyebrow and looked to you; “With a bunch of ‘breakers half our age-!?” “Excuse you-! Half your age maybe!!” That made him cackle; “Already, yeah, that’s probably true…” Although as you pulled him towards the entrance, he already spotted those more around your age – maybe not his age. But still older. Not that he hadn’t kicked around with kids the age of most of the attendees before today – Danny would just rather not tell you that. Once in, you pulled him straight to the dancefloor; but Danny didn’t go unwillingly, gripping your hand a little tighter as you pulled him through the crowd. He wasn’t about to lose you – especially not to those he could already see turning their heads to your presence. That never surprised him, it happened in Miami enough, it was dead certain to happen down here. You were just shy (but still on the right side!) of a good age gap apart – and been together long enough now that it really didn’t matter. That of course wouldn’t stop others from thinking they were in with a shot. You had but one goal tonight; finding a good space and turning back to him – pulling him closer. Love on him; even if that meant getting kicked out of here for dancing a little too dirty. Heck Danny always deserved it, tonight he just needed it a little more. The track didn’t matter as long as you had the rhythm to the beat correct, although this was hardly about dancing. Keeping him close was barely a challenge either; it wasn’t like Danny didn’t want you all over him. Holding his body this close to yours, with his arms around you, the way you used the beat of the music to grind yourself smoothly against him in ways that caused Danny’s blue eyes to illuminate and that beautiful little smirk to appear on his face. Your attention was all his, and you didn’t take your eyes off him – the look you were giving Danny under no illusion as to how badly you wanted him – as if you’d die if he wasn’t here with you right now. You let his eyes leave yours as often as he wanted, catching those sneaky little glances he was throwing around the floor and bar area; and how that smirk, and his confidence would grow. Your goal was to make everyone else on this dancefloor jealous – hell, to make everyone that had shown up here tonight jealous; of either of you, you didn’t care. And when Danny’s eyes eventually fell back on yours, you couldn’t help but mirror his smirk. Oh, he was loving this – and you already thought that alone was lifting his spirit. If the dancing wasn’t a little dirty to begin with it only became more so. The heat between you was obvious; but you’d both always been that way around each other – tonight Danny was completely irresistible, you didn’t even have to over-act that. But he knew it; and as much as it being your aim, you knew you needed to keep that ego in check to make sure he didn’t do something dumb. Danny was partial to the occasional bar fight and drug misuse. You weren’t about to let it happen. Especially after a hard day with his family, he’d just spiral. When that happened you always feared you wouldn’t get him back. Still, this wasn’t the night to dwell on such things. And you took your mind back to the point – eyes leaving his own, look just short of shy, with an obviously seductive lip bite as you traced his body. You wanted to tease him. You wanted him to tease you – you wanted to wind each other up to that point of no return; insanity, where all you could think about was each other and nothing else in the world mattered. In your opinion, in times like this, nothing else did. You let your hands wander – running them over his chest and back; up under his unbuttoned overshirt but not quite grazing his skin until you got to his arms. The continual press of your body into his became increasingly needy – invitations for Danny to touch you wherever and however he wanted. He accepted your invitation with haste, hands tangled in your hair despite the endless string of teasing almost-kisses that never happened, down your back to trace the curvature of your spine, his other hand ghosting under your shirt, across your stomach and ribs (which you couldn’t help but groan in anticipation at), until he was simultaneously cupping both your breast and your ass. Your eyes fluttered closed, as his fingers worked their way under your bikini and you sighed again. A gorgeous one at that, which had Danny chuckling. Usually you’d have slapped him for even daring to get this frisky with you – especially in public – but tonight not one complaint would pass your lips. In fact, tonight it just made you grind harder against him and continue those little sighs into his ear. “You like that, darlin?” “Yes…” Your voice was blissful, “Danny, yes…” “That’s my girl…” By now his voice was lust filled and husky, and enough to drive you wild. There was just something about when he talked to you like that… You moved your hands down to his hips, swaying your body to the control of his. He was intoxicating; you were under his spell. It was like Danny was a drug, the best hit you’d ever get but he just kept giving you more, and you wanted everyone on this beach to know it. With those gorgeously blissful little whiney sighs and moans in his ear, Danny was on his own kind of high. Every thought from earlier today long gone at hearing you at this point of near ecstasy. The contact was so close – you were nearly one, but you wanted more – it wasn’t enough to just feel him against you like this, in the middle of a dancefloor with an energy like this. Where every other couple out here were maybe several years younger than you, but still wanted the same thing. You were pretty sure everyone out here was looking to take someone home – or a hotel room – tonight. But they weren’t nearly as caught up in each other as you were; not just because you’d been together a while, but because they were all taken by you both too. Pushing one of your legs between Danny’s allowed you to further tangle your bodies. He had a little bit of height on you, his body was bent anyway – and although he was regarding you with curiosity Danny was still smirking. You moved yourself up his body; a trail of ghosted kisses – lips barely millimetres from his skin, with the occasional brush against it, if at all. You could taste sweat and sea salt, and you could breathe him in. All you wanted to do was breathe him. He might act like he’d complain at these, but you could hear those little sighs you were enticing through him – and the groans that tried to keep themselves in his chest. By the time you were back to his lips you were gently grinding up on his thigh. Danny Rayburn wasn’t about to stop you either – removing his hand from your shirt (eliciting another desperate whine) he ran it teasingly to join his other at your ass, grasping you to him – the friction between you heightened as he deliberately increased the pressure. You didn’t care – if it was going to be sex on the dancefloor, then Danny could damn well take you now; this was tame compared to what you could be doing to him. And your mind was racing. Your sighs were no longer gentle and your body vibrated against Danny’s as you continued to ride his thigh – hands shooting up to loop around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. Perhaps it made you look needy and desperate for him. You had, just like Danny, caught those gawking at you opened mouthed and those quite obviously jealous, and offered them nothing more than a smirk of your own. Hell yeah they should be jealous; of you for getting to hold a man like this in your arms. Despite the way you were portraying yourself however, it didn’t stop you from being the tease you usually were. Danny could run his hands all over you, wherever the hell he damn well wanted, but you weren’t letting his lips touch yours. Oh, you would let him try to kiss you, and every almost kiss you gave him resulted in an equal and opposite reaction. You weren’t allowed to place your lips to his. Danny chased you, and in the same way you’d ghosted his skin, he traced your shoulders and up to your jawline, hand in your hair to aid in exposing the column of your neck to him. Then the kisses were real, harsh, and his teeth grazed over your throat to pull a louder groan from you. This, more than any other night, was the perfect one to be in tune with each other’s bodies. The absence of his lips on yours was making you both whine though: that strange begging for more, and yet denying your partner everything. It wouldn’t be long until you let him take you over completely and all you’d be able to taste was him – your every sense would be dominated by Danny Rayburn. And you ached for that moment; as if he wasn’t already guiding your hips as you continued to grind up against him. It felt so good; because it just was? Because it was a little sinful? Because it was so public? You weren’t sure – perhaps even a little of all of that. The dig of his nails into your hips and the next movement caused friction that had you gasping a little too loud, followed by a moan and shudder that could only mean one thing. Danny immediately chuckled – he knew exactly what he was doing to you, he barely needed that vocalisation, but it was good affirmation. He kissed your neck again before tracing his lips to your ear. “That’s my good girl…” “Danny-” Your voice was breathy, arms locked a little tighter around his neck, very nearly clinging to him now, “Danny… baby…” “Baby girl…” He kissed your jawline again, and then finally held you to him as he kissed you. It was a fierce kiss and your hands couldn’t scrabble for enough of his shirt. You wanted it off; you wanted him to push your shorts down and take you right here, right now – you wanted the world to know that you were his. And Danny deserved nothing less than such a public display of affection. You could feel his smirk against your lips, the swell of your own against his hungry kisses. How erratic the push of your hips into his leg were – but how out of rhythm your body suddenly became, void of all thought but his lips on yours. About where else on your body you may want them… Releasing you from his string of hot kisses, Danny pulled you flush to him. Enjoying your warm shaky breaths against his ear as he held you close in his arms, kissing the shell of your own ear. “Tell me you need me.” It was a shiver inducing growl, and he followed it up with a nip to your ear lobe, before repeating it slower. Voice lust laced. “I need you…” You sighed, eyes fluttering closed, wrapping him tight in your embrace, feeling as much of his body against yours as was possible; “Danny, I need you.” You sounded so desperate for him; you were and you wanted to. He loved it, and you could feel that within him. Exactly what he craved to hear. Despite what Danny was saying, the way he was saying it, and the way you were telling him what he wanted, there was an underlying reason for both. His unspoken uncertainly and insecurity; that only his family could cause, and you would blame them for for the rest of your life. Danny needed to know that at least SOMEONE out there needed him. Even if it was just one person – but he was glad more than anything that that person was you. And Danny knew you meant it, no matter whether you were sighing it against his ear in breathless ecstasy, or you were taking his hands and saying it with a sunshine smile as clear as day, you meant every word and you always would. Because you really DID need him. You loved him. There was no way you could live without him. It wasn’t ‘tell me you need me to fuck you’ but ‘tell me you need me, because no one else does’.

*** Eventually even being lorded with so much attention, neither you nor Danny could take the sexual energy currently running through both of you. It was do something about it here – and maybe get charged with public indecency – or go somewhere else. It was dirty dancing sure; but you were both one small step away from touching each other in places you really shouldn’t be. Danny moved away first, curiosity in his eyes as he tipped his head; smile a little lopsided, maybe even a little innocent. Not that you should believe that for a second. You smiled back with an encouraging nod, before pressing your lips to his. He brought you a little closer again; lips leaving yours to favour your jawline and cheek, before kissing your ear – signature smirk back in place. Danny stepped back, taking your hands in his, and he pulled you from the dancefloor. You held his hand tight as Danny pulled you through the crowd – seemingly everyone swivelled with you to watch you leave, and for the first time you felt like you were getting away with him.  You finally got to be the one to steal him away, even though he was leading you. He kept you close as you headed towards his truck, both knowing that it probably wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon. You were tangled together before Danny had you pushed up against it again, and this time you let him take what he wanted; you couldn’t get enough of him. Every gentle needy sigh against his lips, those you let escape into the night air as he pushed your shorts from your hips and laid you back in his truck bed. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his trail of kisses ran lower on your body to match the wander of his hands – before he desperately came back to your lips again. Danny was certainly not going to waste the opportunity to kiss you now you weren’t going to tease him. But there was no haste, this wasn’t a quick fix no matter how long it might actually be allowed to last. You unbuttoned his slacks, winding your legs around his. ”Danny…” You whispered it; your breathing heavy – heart on overdrive. All that ran through you was unbridled joy and you pulled him closer, catching him safely back in your arms. His hands held you to him, as close as Danny could get until you were one once more. Neither of you need say a word; you could feel his heart beat in the exact same way as yours. All that mattered was him, all that had ever mattered to you was him. You smiled gently, and realised you were crying; tears of nothing but pure happiness. And you bit your lips together despite the cries of elation you wished to release. They could hold on, for just a moment longer. This was more important. ”I need you… I’ve always needed you.”

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All 16 done! Thank you everyone for being a part of this years request month! Time for me to start thinking about what I might ask for next May... Holiday fics will also probably happen again this year in December! 😁

Colorful Pain

Genre: Soulmate AU

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Rogers!Reader

Word Count:  1.5K

Requested: Anon

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending

Description:  Whenever your soulmate touches you a rainbow of colors appears where they touch you.  You’ve known for years that Natasha was your soulmate, but you were too afraid to tell her until one day she accidentally discovers your secret. 

A/N:  So the Reader is Steve’s sister, but I imagine that she’s adopted so that way she’s more inclusive for those of us who are not blonde or blue eyed to be able to enjoy this story as well.  I never make references to her being white, blonde, or blue eyed.

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You had avoided any skin to skin contact with Natasha after accidentally discovering that she was your soulmate one day.  You were surprised that she didn’t know as well.  She was always so observant that you thought for sure that she would have noticed it.

You had gone crying to your brother, Steve, telling him about it.  You were scared, what if Natasha didn’t want to be with you?  You were Steve’s little sister after all maybe she didn’t want to get involved with you.  Plus in the past she had mentioned things about not wanting to be in relationships, that she was too focused on her work and thought that someone might get in the way of that.

It had been a year and so far you had successfully avoided her finding out the truth about what you were.  Although you were now scheduled to train with her, Steve normally ran interference and trained you, but he was away on a mission and Tony had left no room for discussion.  

“Steve’s away and you can’t always rely on him to train with you.  Plus it’s not good to train with just one person, Nat can teach you all kinds of tricks and moves that will come in handy,” Tony had patted your shoulder and left you alone to let what he had said sink in.

Now you were walking toward the gym shaking as you thought about how you could avoid Natasha touching you.  You stepped into the spacious room and saw her standing on the mats stretching.  “You can do this,” you whispered as you stepped over to where she was.

She looked your way when she heard you approach, “Ready to start our training session?”  You nodded and stood there nervously.  Natasha came at you and you dodged each of her attacks.  “Attack me!”  She shouted at you when she saw you were fighting back.  She kept trying to come at you, but you weren’t budging at all, that was when she hit you right in the face.  “Y/N!  Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”  She froze when you looked up at her.  Where she had hit you vibrant colors bloomed on your skin.  Blues shifted from green to yellow to red to so many more.  She knew instantly what those colors met and she almost didn’t want to believe what she was seeing.

“I have to go,” you whispered as you turned and fled from the room.

Natasha normally would have gone running after you, but she stayed frozen to her spot, staring after you as you ran from the gym.  How had she not know that you were her soulmate?  Why hadn’t you said anything to her?

She went to her gym bag and pulled her phone out dialing Steve’s number.  “Did you know?”  She asked when he picked up the phone.

“Did I know what?”  He sounded groggy like he had been asleep when she called.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers!  Did you know Y/N and I were soulmates?”  Steve was quiet on the other end telling Natasha all she needed to know.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“She asked me not too, I love both of you, but that was something you two needed to work out on your own.  She has a right to worry Natasha, your notorious for not wanting to be in a relationship with anyone, plus she wasn’t sure if you’d want to be with my little sister.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to be with my soulmate?”  Natasha hissed.

“Look Nat, you’re going to have to talk to her about this.  But maybe consider all the things you’ve said over the years about hoping you never found your soulmate, and never wanting to be in a relationship.”  Steve hung up the phone leaving Natasha feeling lost and confused.

A few days later Steve returned from his mission and heard from Bucky that you hadn’t come out of your room since the incident with Natasha.  “I’ve been taking her food,” Bucky assured him.  “And she’s been eating, it’s just that she’s worried that Nat will ambush her.”

“So they haven’t talked?”

Bucky shook his head, “Yeah, she’s had F.R.I.D.A.Y. keep Natasha locked out of her room and it’s about to drive Nat up a wall.”

Steve sighed, “These two, I swear.  All right, I’m gonna go talk to her and see if I can talk some sense into my sister.”  He hurried down the hall toward your room to check and make sure you were okay first and foremost.  “Y/N, it’s Steve, can I come in?”

He heard the click of the lock and then you pulled him inside before slamming the door and locking it again.  Your arms went around him and squeezed him tightly.  “Hi Stevie,” you whispered.

“Y/N/N, you can’t stay in here like this, you gotta face Nat some time,” he said.

You shook your head, “No I don’t, I can leave and she’ll never find me and then I won’t get hurt when she tells me thanks, but no thanks.”

“She’s not going to do that to you,” Steve insisted.

You pulled away from him, “And you don’t know for sure.  I’m not taking that chance, Steve.  Do you know how hard it would be for me to hear my soulmate say she doesn’t want to be with me?”

“No, but I know what life is like without your soulmate, and I can say it’s a hell of a lot more painful.”

“Steve, I’m sorry,” you stammered.  You had completely forgotten that Steve had had a soulmate, but he had lost her and how painful that had been for him.  “But you knew Peggy loved you, I don’t know if Nat will ever love me.”

He left the room shortly after, you curled up in a chair thinking about what he had told you.

The next day you came out of your room, you had hidden away enough and it was time to face the music.  You had to know what Natasha was going to say to you and you had to explain why you had never told her.

You found them all in the common room, Natasha was staring blankly at the wall, but as soon as she heard the door open her head snapped up hoping it would be you.  She needed to talk to you, to see you and she had been watching the doorways like a hawk hoping it would be you.

Steve cleared his throat, “Who wants lunch?”

“I could go for some lunch,” Sam jumped up and started following Steve out.  “You comin’ Buck?”

“Yep,” Bucky went running out of the room.  The others trailing behind after him.

Natasha stood, “Y/N, I--”  You held up a hand and cut her off.

“Can I go first?”  She nodded her head and took a seat on the couch again.  You sat on the other end, making sure you weren’t close to her as you twisted your hands together.  “You have to understand that I didn’t want to keep this from you.  At first, I was ecstatic that I had found my soulmate, but then the realization crashed down around me that you had said you never wanted to be with anyone.  You even once said you hoped you’d never find me… I spent the entire night crying because that had been the day I was going to tell you the truth about what we were.”

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.  “I never thought that I’d find someone who was supposedly my soulmate.  I never thought that that would be in the cards for me.  I’ve done so many horrible things that I believed my soulmate was better off never finding me.”

“Shouldn’t that be up to me though?  To the person whose soul was made for yours?”  You found yourself scooting closer.  “Nat those things never mattered to me because what you did before you came here before you became apart of this team, weren’t really you.  Just like how the Winter Soldier wasn’t really Bucky.”

Natasha wiped a tear away and said, “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

You reached out slowly and watched the colors form across her skin where your finger ran.  She watched as you gently made the colors appear, so different from the painful way she had made the colors appear on your skin.  “Say the word and I’ll leave, I’ll take a position somewhere else and move on with my life, we never have to see one another again.  You can pretend like this never happened and I’ll move on.”

Natasha looked away from the colors on her skin to your eyes, her hand came up shakily and cupped your cheek, the colors now appearing on your skin, greens, blues, reds, purples, and every color in between rippling across your skin.  “Please stay,” she whispered.  “I can’t live without you, not when I’ve just found you.”

You cupped her hand with yours and gave her a sweet smile, your lips brushing her cheek, “Okay.”

She pulled you into her arms and held you for the longest time.  Finally, you asked her if she wanted to go get dinner with you and she agreed.  The two of you walked out of the compound together hand in hand talking about anything and everything.  You were relieved with the turn of events and were so happy that she hadn’t broken your heart in the process, and you hoped that this happiness continued for years to come.

‘AFTER THE FALL’ - LIVEREAD

I say ‘liveread’ but there’s a pretty decent chance this’ll turn into a RWDEread.

So, After The Fall is finally out in the UK and my copy has landed arse-first on my desk, so I’m gonna read it and post my observations here so that you can experience it with me! And also experience whichever stages of grief I go through as we go!

I will preface this with a warning: as much as I love the characters of RWBY, canon is currently the target of all of my spite, so I’m approaching this novel with HANDFULS of wariness and also salt! Most people who follow me already know I don’t pay attention to canon, nor care for it, nor listen to it, and most of you also know I headcanon Velvet as a 6ft+ trans and queer beefcake who can bend your spine into a pretzel, so I’m already at odds here. As such, if it seems like I’m not approaching this liveblog with the benefit of the doubt: that’s because I’m not!!! Yay!!!

So with that said, let’s enjoy Murphy Wishing Velvet Were Big, But Isn’t, And So Suffering Never Ends:

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Firstly, this book is thicker than I expected, whilst the font is bigger than I’d have thought. I know it’s for teens so it’s not as if this was gonna be, like, 1000 pages in a size 10 font, but this probably won’t take me long to read (although it’ll take longer by virtue of me adding to this as we go). There doesn’t seem to be a chapter list, though, so I have no clue how long each chapter is. Guess we’ll find that out when we get there.

Secondly, the cover of this book sure is, uh, a Thing. What’s going on with Velvet’s face?

Thirdly, the cover is Not Nice to Touch. This is a weird observation, but trust me, I’m tempted to laminate the cover just so it doesn’t feel so... dusty.

PROLOGUE

Velvet’s the narrator, and Murphy isn’t surprised! Velvet’s such a fan favourite that having her not be the narrator (at least for some of this book) would have been an absolute crime.

Okay, halfway through the first page and I did laugh at ‘a terrible place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there’. I may pass that line along to my dad, because it’s a, how you say, big mood.

Fox’s Semblance is Telepathy, which is... a thing, I guess? I’ve seen some pretty creative thoughts on what Fox might have, and this seems kinda lackluster, but the phrase ‘special teamspeak’ IS funny and I love the concept of them acting like it’s a voice channel on Discord. That’s good, and for that I accept this.

(I will note I trust the author of this novel. He seems neat and I already like the humour. I don’t trust M+K but we already knew that.)

‘As [Yatsu] stepped onto [Velvet’s] linked hands, she heaved upwards and stood, boosting his jump as he catapulted high over her head.’

Velvet, bridal-carrying Yatsu: idk he weighs the same as a couple of grapes

I will say, it’s nice having CFVY content at all. They might be Fools but I do love them,

‘[Velvet] pressed the stitched heart emblem to open it and then removed Anesidora, her high-tech camera that used special Dust--’

Anesidora???? That’s the name of her camera??? Of all the things I expected, that was probably the LAST thing I expected. What??? Wikipedia says it’s Greek for sender of gifts, but why that’s the name I am, Not Sure,

‘Combined with her Semblance--photographic memory--Velvet could wield these 3-D replicas with skills and moves that otherwise would have taken years of training to master.’

That’s no surprise, really (and I did already write a short about Exactly That) but I probably wouldn’t have called it photographic memory. Muscle memory, more like? But yeah, that’s pretty expected.

REESE GOT MENTIONED ILU REESE,,,, when will my gay child return from the WAR. LITERALLY. WHERE IS SHE.

Velvet’s thinking abt Weiss dustbun confirmed!!!!!!!!!!! But seriously when will Velvet kiss a small gay Schnee??? What must I do. Whomst must I kill.

OUGH VELVET LOSING THE PHOTOS OF FRIENDS SHE ISN’T SURE HAVE SURVIVED,,,, OWIE. THAT HURT MY FEELIES MR MYERS,,,, but I AM enjoying this angst and that I shall not lie about.

Ruby and Coco, leaders in arms... I will say that the moment of them kinda regarding each other as equals would have landed considerably better had they ever really, uh, interacted in the show. I tend to write Ruby being Coco’s little protege, but we don’t actually have a ton of canon evidence of that really being a thing? So even though I’m enjoying this li’l tidbit, it’s really lacking some foundation, alas.

Fox’s tonfas (is it tonfa time? I think it’s tonfa time) are called Sharp Retribution. Which MMORPG did he get that from?

“We’re Shade Academy’s newest star pupils.”

The sheer cockiness of it all. Ilu Coco.

Okay so, y’all know that Murphy’s about to say: I HATE that Velvet gets treated like a goddamn marshmallow. I’m trying my BEST, I SWEAR, not to complain abt canon Velvet because everyone knows this is my biggest sticking point, but god I hate that she’s written to have such a specific semblance and be so squishy. Aaaaaaaaaaaaa--

Also: we’re having a case of a jumpy POV, particularly with the conversation with Glynda. I know this tends to be something that happens with writing for younger audience, but woof am I noticing it.

I’m liking Yatsu!!!! He had like, no lines (at all) in the show, but he’s actually more of a smartass than I had dared hope for, so that Something.

Oh yeah, Fox is a Vacuan boye! I do like that he’s very chill with everything whilst Velvet is begging for seven different types of death (but could I make a comment abt my Velvet here? Yes. Am I going to? I’m trying not to).

CHAPTER ONE

Owie wowie this is already gettin’ kinda long. If chapter one causes a lot of commentary, I may have to add on in a reblog so the people don’t have to suffer.

Coco is our narrator now! Let’s see how many times the word ‘sunglasses’ comes up (hint: probably enough times that if I took a shot for every one I’d be very dead).

/sees the name Alabaster YOU aren’t a big chunky polar bear Faunus! Leave!

“Who’s your tribe?” “I’m from Kenyte,” Fox said. “But it’s been a long time.”

Vacuan tribes, baby! I’m tempted to see how I could work this into anything, but my lore is pretty stick-stuck so I’m probably just gonna jot this down as a ‘cool thing’. Oh, wait, they’re tribal nomads, which means it DOES fit the lore!!! Nice!!! Murphy guessed it!!! Cool!!

‘A perky Faunus waitress with a pig snout came over.’

With a what. Canon, where are we with traits? Also, like, I feel there are multiple childhood movies that scared the crap out of me with people getting pig snouts so I’m making the executive decision to ignore this line. Never happened.

Racism incoming, so I’m getting a cup of tea.

And we’re back! This guy also has a mace and a mohawk and is he just the combination of team CRDL or what?

‘Coco couldn’t take her eyes off the fit, dark-skinned woman.’

I presume they mean fit as in physically fit but my BritBrain is like ‘hell yeah shes fit’ and now I’m envisioning Coco as, like, maybe a scouser. Can you imagine her with a beehive? Anyway, moving SWIFTLY on.

‘--chain mail crop top--’

I’ve never seen a worse combination of words, which is impressive when I wrote Velvet as wearing bright yellow boardshorts with a neon-blue tank top that one time. And by one time, I mean, every time,

I’ve seen this outfit in pictures ‘cause of Amity Arena but god it sounds even worse in words like. Nobody is hot enough to pull off this absolute jumble of clothes. Nobody is.

I do enjoy big lesbian Coco though, so there’s that.

People have already mentioned the ‘could you picture me in a uniform’ line w/ Thirsty Coco so I won’t give it more screentime but it is a mood, and now we know coco has a uniform kink,

“We’re doing this for school credit,”

fox: i do not want money i want an a+

Velvet POPPIN OFF for Mysterious Reasons... is this gonna be like Qrow’s bad luck Semblance only someone has the Semblance of ‘Will Piss Everyone Off In Vicnity’? I think we call those anons,

CHAPTER TWO

I think I’ll stop after this chapter since this chapter’s a little bigger, and this liveblog is already too dang long. It’s a flashback!

‘Vale has been [Coco’s] home all her life.’

I’m quietly ignoring this line in favour of Atlesian Coco. You cannot stop me. But Coco does have a younger brother, so that’s neat! Kinda! IDK what to do with this information but it sure is there existing!

‘And to top it off, [Glynda] was also hot--’

This is the only bit of canon I will accept, because it’s true and Coco should say it.

‘[Velvet and Coco had] both come from Pharos Combat School--’

Another tidbit ignored because I favour Menagerie-born-and-bred Velvet, but I do like hearing the names of other combat schools outside of Signal. Looooooore.

OH there’s a GOOD PARAGRAPH HERE that I don’t really wanna type out, but Velvet is mentioning how she doesn’t like bunny jokes or puns (’hop to it’, she classifies as ‘harmless-but-hurtful’) and THANK YOU, oh my GOD. I’ve written about this before but if I see one more person have Coco make a bunny joke in a fic I will fight Them Myself,

Oh, Fox’s Scroll has an ‘Accessibility Dialogue Assistant’ (ADA)! That’s quite cool, actually. I’ve been wondering how tech might have functioned for Fox, so we have some confirmation about a Scroll’s use for accessibility stuff! That’s neat! I like that! Also, his telepathy also lets him sense people -- pinpointing them exactly the better he knows them -- so that’s a cool little side-effect, too. Although, I swear these Semblances are getting more poorly named by the minute.

Coco’s weapon is called Gianduja, which is... a type of chocolate! Unsurprisingly.

‘Besides, Coco wasn’t looking for a girlfriend--’

yet.

Coco and Fox have a fun dynamic, and I enjoy it immensely. They’re bros...

Also, how does Velvet procure this very expensive Dust for her weapon, anyway? I wonder if we’ll find out later.

“You’re from Mistral,” she said. Yatsuhashi blinked. “So?” “Your people don’t tend to like my people.”

That’s an interesting tidbit that Mistral as a whole has a reputation. I suppose they mean the Kingdom and not the continent (of Anima), but still.

“Don’t worry,” Velvet smirked. “I’ll protect you.”

ah, that is, how the kids say, hott,

“So it’s a Death Stalker den. Only an idiot would go in there.”

Jaune found dead from a sneezing fit.

Awh, I like Coco describing the temple bit. Already she’s looking out for her Best Boye. Also, playing cards are a cool thing, and they’re the King of Hearts! That’s ‘cause they’re gonna win a lot, too,

Okay, I now understand Coco’s Hype Semblance. It’s interesting! I’m curious how else it can be used, aka how versatile it is, but it’s a neat concept.

Velvet dabbled in fortune-telling when she was younger and I am enamoured with this idea. Also, picking the Queen of Hearts ‘cause it’s the only one w/ good vibes? Love it.

Okay, end of chapter! RIP Velvet who constantly looks like a squishy baby, and even though that still Irks Me As a Person And A Gay, at least it’s. Maybe gonna be a plot point or smthng idk. Anyway, I’m stopping here for now because this is slow going when I’m adding commentary, so I’ll probably reblog this and add onto it later. Less RWDE than expected, but it’s still early chapters yet.

Deaf

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Request: anons requested:

“I apologize if requests aren't currently open, but I was wondering if you could do a Kylo Ren x reader, where the reader is deaf. She's also a friend with Hux, and whenever Kylo goes to talk to Hux, she's looking at his lips, so she could know what's going on. And Kylo is surprised because someone is staring at his lips. Sorry if its not too descriptive of a request I just thought of this CX. ❤❤”

“Ok so I figured a request out. I was thinking a Kylo Ren x reader, where the reader is deaf. I'm thinking that the reader is friends with Hux, and Kylo and Hux are talking?? And like the reader can read lips, so they're standing next to Hux and looking at Kylo's lips and hes kinda taken aback. Something like that, im sorry if it wasn't too descriptive ;-;. And I'd someone else already requested this, I'm totally fine if you write theirs instead. I also love your work❤❤”

Warnings: none

A/N: hope you liked it, anons!

You walked down the hallway, a smile on your face as you made your way back to your post. You had just finished your lunch, spending a good half hour by yourself, relaxing and eating.

Even though you loved to converse with people, you often found it a little tiring because of that fact that you were deaf. You had to watch people’s lips to understand what they were saying.

It was a skill you had been using since you were a child and you were good at it, but sometimes it got tiring because you always had to be looking at someone to understand them.

However, the small break you got at lunch always made you feel refreshed and ready to get back to work.

You rounded a corner, humming to yourself and nodding to any fellow officers that strode by you. Your eyes focused on what lay ahead of you and you saw a head of orange hair that could only belong to one person.

Picking up your pace, you made your way down the hall to General Hux. Surprisingly, you and General Hux were friends. It had taken a while for the ginger to get used to you, barely tolerating you at first. But he appreciated your work ethic, especially considering you were deaf. At first he had thought that you would have been a disadvantage because of your disability. However you were more than ready to prove him wrong and you did. And now you two were close friends.

As you neared your unlikely friend you noticed the tense conversation he appeared to be in with someone. Although you couldn’t see this someone as their body was hidden around a corner.

You strided up to Hux with your arms behind your back and a smile on your face. The General looked as if he was about to explode, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to step in.

“Good afternoon, General!” You greeted as you gave Hux a warm smile.

Their conversation halted and Hux seemed to relax a little bit at your presence, offering you a nod. “Afternoon, officer. We were just discussing tactics.” You could see the annoyance on Hux’s face and if you weren’t deaf you could probably hear it too.

Hux spared a glance at the person he was conversing with and you took that opportunity to take a glance at them too. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw that it was the Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren.

You bowed your head respectfully at him. “Good afternoon to you, Supreme Leader.” You looked up at him offering him a smile. Hux rolled his eyes but you didn’t see it.

Kylo didn’t know who you were so he just offered you a “Good afternoon.” Back. Your attention focused onto his lips as he said it and you smiled bigger, moving your eyes back up to his as you nodded.

Kylo furrowed his brows, confused as to why you had seemed to be looking at his lips. He thought about it the whole time, noticing everytime he had spoken, your attention had been on his lips.

After you had taken your leave, getting back to work, and Hux departing as you did, he went to a bathroom with a mirror to see if he had had something on his face. And he was even more confused at seeing that he hadn’t. But as he got back to work he found himself forgetting about it for the rest of the day.

A few more days had gone by, and you had conversed a bit with the Supreme Leader, most times while Hux was there with you. Unlike Hux, you didn’t have a distaste for Kylo Ren like he did. You thought the young Supreme Leader was interesting and you enjoyed talking to him.

Kylo on the other hand was incredibly confused whenever he talked to you. He had no idea that you were deaf, even though he had conversed with you plenty of times. It never even occurred to him, all he could focus on was the fact that everytime he spoke to you, your focus was always on his lips.

He couldn’t figure out why, either. Did you like him? Did you have a crush on him? Did you want to kiss him? Why the hell did you always stare at his lips?

Kylo was pulled out of his thoughts as he noticed you approaching him with your usual smile.

“Good morning, Supreme Leader!” You greeted him as you bowed your head. Kylo only offered you a nod and you took that as your cue to get on with whatever you had approached him for.

Kylo narrowed his eyes at you slightly as he observed your face. “General Hux ordered me to read over this report with you...” you trailed off when you noticed his narrowed eyes but continued nevertheless.

Instead you offered him another smile as you continued to go over what you had been ordered to, and you tried to push the look that Kylo was giving you to the back of your mind.

After you had been talking for a while, Kylo only offering his voice periodically when he had to, Kylo finally spoke up, unable to concentrate on what you were saying to him.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Kylo spoke harshly and you stopped talking, your eyes moving down to his lips. Of course you couldn’t hear the harshness that his voice had held, but you could see it.

“I’m sorry, Supreme Leader... Did I do something wrong?” You asked hesitantly.

Kylo didn’t know why he was being so rude, you staring at his lips wasn’t a terrible thing, but he found it was doing things to him. Things he wasn’t quite aware of.

“Why are you always staring at my lips?!” Your eyes moved to his lips and you were about to answer before he cut you off.

“You’re doing it again, why?!” Kylo leaned closer to you, glaring at you and it threw you off guard.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered. “I can’t h-help it...” you trailed off, wishing you could look away from him but knowing you can’t in case you missed something.

Kylo softened a little and took in a breath to calm himself down. “Why do you always look at my lips.” He asked, his voice more comtrolled and calm, not that you could hear it.

You furrowed your brows in confusion until realization hit you. He had no idea that you were deaf. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as you looked up at him.

“I’m deaf, and since I can’t hear anything, I read people’s lips so I can understand them.” You stopped to see his face softening and his eyes widening. “I’m sorry if I offended you, Supreme Leader.” You offered.

“I...” Kylo was at a loss for words. He felt immediately guilty. Not only hadn’t he picked up on the fact that you were deaf, but he was so rude to you when all you were was nice to him. All because of his own feelings.

“I-I’m... I’m s-“

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” You cut him off. You could tell he felt bad and embarrassed by the look on his face, and you thought it was cute.

“I should have picked up on it, I’m sorry.” Kylo offered, softening his eyes.

You smiled up at him trying to ease his guilt. “It’s okay, really. You’re not the first.”

“Yeah but-“

“It’s okay.” You cut him off again as you put a hand on his chest. Kylo stiffened under your touch, holding his breath.

Kylo nodded, your relevation and touch throwing him off guard.

“I should get back to work, but I’ll see you around, Supreme Leader!” You offered him one last smile and Kylo only nodded.

You turned away from him, removing your hand and walked away, leaving a rather flustered Kylo Ren behind you.