#congrats guys u missed the fucking point !!
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when ur movie is specifically abt subverting the trope of villains in media by having ur main characters be identified by the public as the villains and having them fit into character design & personality tropes that are typically reserved only for villains, but treating them as sympathetic 3 dimensional characters who are forced into their role as villains by society. who eventually work together to publicly oust a character who the public saw as a "good guy" as being a person who was using the supposed "bad guys" as a scapegoat to place blame on for their own bad actions and to redirect public outcry towards so as to draw attention away from themselves. and uses this as a baseline to tell a moral abt discrimination, prejudice, and the importance of police/prison reform....... and then some idiot on the internet discraces ur complex message abt morality with a fucking "good to evil" listicle
#nimona spoilers#the bad guys spoilers#text#congrats guys u missed the fucking point !!#* puts demon horns on the directors head *#as if she dosent have angel imagrey while nimona has devil imagrey#to justipose them & emphasizd how the director can represent a religious leader 🙄#specifically. a christain one
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ᝰ.ᐟ 📞 — C.SC ; ! boyfriend headcanons.
sfw & nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. this took me a while but haha finally nonuify debut !!
📓 ! he would be so shy like what ?? u would also mistake him for being cold for pda but he’s just shy lol
📓 ! he would start to warm up eventually into becoming really clingy to u and take u two would go out on cute lil dates every week and ofc yall would hold hands 24/7
📓 ! texting about your and his day is must in your guys’s relationship like imagine him being pouty for not texting him u would just melt ughhh
📓 ! facetime-ing u always when he’s away on tour or other business activities till one of u are asleep he’s just loves & misses u so much </3
📓 ! you are his muse for taking pics of you alone or with him, he has a whole album of you obvi !
📓 ! u would let him do the pink bow w his arms trend (we all know he would do it for u.)
📓 ! he will spoil you. no matter how much u protest he won’t care and will still buy u gifts flowers anything he will treat his princess only with luxury !!!
📓 ! his pet-names for u are “baby , princess, doll, angel” but mostly calls u by your name or a nickname of y/n.
📓 ! bf cheol would let kkuma stay w you while he’s busy (congrats you are now an official parent)
📓 ! will always be there for u in your ups and downs such a comforting aura to be around with, will never stop cuddling and kissing u till you feel better.
📓 ! high-key a possessive bf would hold ur waist or ass ALWAYS.
! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ nsfw starting from this point.
📓 ¡ remember me saying he would spoil you? yeah would buy you a pretty necklace or some elegant looking lingerie and would fuck you silly in it. he would groan in your ear and say “my precious princess looks so cute with all the things i spoil her in.” and ofc he would fuck you in-front of a mirror while saying that??
📓 ¡ he would be either a meanie or softie in bed depending which he’s feeling (and what your feeling ofc!!)
📓 ¡ is such an ass person like he would take you doggy-style and spank your ass or grab it might bite it tbh…
📓 ¡ would leave marks all over you body especially your boobs/neck & would admire his work
📓 ¡ he has such a BIG bulge kink oh my god. while fucking would see your pretty tears fall and press your tummy to see his head poking it letting out the most sultry moan known to man.
📓 ¡ carfucking is one of his fav spots to fuck in lol
📓 ¡ phone-sex is a must when he’s busy, but when he can’t call u. would probs masturbate with ur panties n send a pic of the aftermath.
📓 ¡ but he is such a romantic tho he will make love to you and whisper the most sweetest thing a person could say :(
📓 ¡ the best after-care u could think of. a warm bath for you is always ready when u guys are done, kisses, cuddles & sweet words are the most important!! in the end we all know cheol is a sucker for his lover </3.
! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !!
#seungcheol fluff#seungcheol smut#scoups fluff#scoups smut#scoups x reader#scoups x you#scoups imagines#seungcheol imagines#seventeen fluff#seventeen smut#scoups scenarios#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen x you
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congrats on 1k followers!!! u deserve it sm u're literally my favorite cm writer on here <333
i'd like to request spencer/cold!reader with 4 from blue (color prompts)
TRYPANOPHOBIA [CLIMACTERIC]
/ˌtaɪpənəˈfoʊbiə/
4. "Will you hold my hand?”
WARNINGS: fem!reader, needles, suturing, allusion to spencer’s past addiction, blood, reader injury
spencer x cold!reader | hurt/comfort | 1.6k | climacteric event
a/n: thank you <3333 made the quote a little more blunt bc yk, cold reader, but i think it works either way. cold!reader is slowly developing her own lore and i’m living for it honestly.
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You’d consider yourself pretty strong, mentally and physically.
You’d had your fair share of bumps and scrapes in your job that’s left you in the temporary care of EMTs sat in the back of an open ambulance. You’d been hit, kicked, slashed, shot at, and basically every other thing that you could possibly think of.
And it always came out alright in the end.
Most of the time the paramedics didn’t have to do more than clean out your injury with an antiseptic wipe and send you on your way.
But your luck had to run out eventually.
You’d garnered yourself a pretty nasty gash on your left bicep, one that the paramedic said would probably scar even with stitches.
Of course it would.
Either way, he seated you down on the edge of the open ambulance prepped your arm in the hopes that having it stitched closed would at least minimise the mark left behind. But it was never going to be that easy.
—
Morgan nudged Spencer’s arm with his elbow, nodding his head over to where you were sat on the edge of the ambulance with a very firm look on your face as you shake your head at the paramedic in front of you, who is seemingly trying to explain something that you’re not listening to. “Something tells me the Ice Queen might want some backup,”
“She told me to leave her alone,” Spencer shrugs slightly through furrowed eyebrows, eyes fixed on you despite the fact that he’s talking to Morgan.
He was the one who pointed the gash out to you in the first place. He knew that you had a high pain tolerance, but to not at all notice the blood trailing down your arm— even with the adrenaline in your system —was absolutely insane to him.
You tried for almost two minutes to brush him off, but he managed to convince you to get check out by the ambulance eventually. Even if it did result in him being on the receiving end of one of your disgruntled glares.
He’d rather that than you getting an infection.
“Come on man she’s clearly not enjoying herself over there,” Morgan tilted his head at Spencer with a knowing look. “Go and do your thing before she gives the poor guy a heart attack,”
Spencer doesn’t really have an option as Morgan pushes his shoulder in your direction, sending him stumbling a few steps forward.
—
“I said no.”
“Please miss it’s to make you more comfortable-”
“You are not putting that in my arm.”
“Is everything okay over here?” Spencer furrows his eyebrows, catching the tail end of your argument with the paramedic as he approaches you. “Are you alright?”
“I would be if this fucking-“ You exhale heavily through your nose to compose yourself.
It’s not his fault. He’s trying to help you. Don’t think about smashing his face into the tarmac.
“I don’t see why you need to stick me for a strip of butterfly stitches.” Your eyes are cold and unwavering as you glare right into the paramedic’s soul, and Spencer can see him take a small step backwards to steady himself under your scrutiny.
“I told you miss, butterfly stitches aren’t viable for your injury, they wouldn’t hold. You’ll have to have traditional sutures,” The paramedic argues his point hesitantly, but Spencer is surprised he’s even managing to argue in the first place with how harsh your expression is.
“Getting stitches for a serious injury can reduce the risk of infection by up to 86%,” Spencer takes a seat at your side cautiously, his eyes soft and non-confrontational as he tries to mediate your seething refusal to the idea of getting your injury stitched.
It looked bad. Something that he’s sure most people probably would’ve passed out from under the combination of pain and the fountain of red spurting from inside it.
“You need to get it treated…”
“I don’t do needles. It isn’t going to happen.” You don’t look at Spencer as you voice your reason for refusing medical attention, but you don’t have to, he can practically feel the anxiety radiating from you the second the possibility leaves your mouth.
You had a fear of needles.
Now that was something he never expected from you.
To be honest he was under the general impression that you weren’t afraid of anything. Especially not needles.
But he couldn’t exactly blame you either.
He also hated needles, although he was sure his reasoning was different from yours.
Either way, he knew what the anxiety felt like. But it didn’t change the fact that you needed stitches. That gash wasn’t going to heal on it’s own.
“Hey, uh,” Spencer bit the inside of his cheek as he spoke to you, glancing between the back of your head and the paramedic stood with an anaesthetic needle in hand, expression furrowed with no idea of how to convince you into letting him do his job. “There are several methods for effectively dealing with phobias during situations like this, I can walk you through one if you’d like?”
“I’m not getting a needle in my arm, let alone multiple.” You turn your sternness in your decision towards Spencer for the first time, and he almost folds immediately under the harshness of your glare. But he doesn’t, and his resistance to your defences is beginning to become increasingly torturously frustrating.
“The best first step is to turn away from the area of insertion,” Spencer moves his gaze from you to the paramedic and gives him a small, almost imperceptible nod to move forward. “Then you should focus on finding a suitable breathing pattern,”
“Reid I’m not-” There’s a sharp sting in your left shoulder that cuts your sentence short, and your eyebrows furrow and then rise in a mix of pain and shock as you turn your head just in time to see the top of the now empty needle leave your arm.
“Distraction is usually the easiest option…”
You turn to look at Spencer again with a look of absolute betrayal on your face, your eyes narrowed so far that it almost looks like your scleras are blackened through only your pupils being visible. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing except an astonished breath leaves your mouth.
“I’m sorry…” Spencer presses his lips together with a guilty expression. He couldn’t quite determine whether you wanted to shout at him or cry, and it was one of those times where he was reminded that you were a real person with real emotions underneath the wall of ice you protect yourself with. “It’s really in your best interest I promise,”
The paramedic gives you a guilty look of his own as he returns with a suturing needle attached to some thread. “You won’t feel anything I promise, just keep your eyes on your friend alright?”
“I am so going to kick your ass for this.” You turn your head as far away from the paramedic as possible as you reluctantly accept your fate, hissing your words out through your teeth as you face Spencer directly.
“I know,” Spencer gives you a small nod, guilt still riddling his features as he sighs. “I’m sorry,”
“Hold my hand.” You extend your right hand out towards him, palm upwards expectantly.
“I- what?” Spencer stares at it like he’s never seen a hand before in his life.
“You’re putting me through this, it’s the least you can do.”
He slips his hand into yours cautiously, your grip immediately tightening to a point where your knuckles clash together almost uncomfortably and his palm bumps into yours.
It’s enough to make his cheeks bloom red and his throat go dry, and yet you seem entirely unaffected apart from the tenseness in your shoulders in the anticipation of feeling the suturing needle in your arm.
It doesn’t come.
“All finished. Keep them dry for the next week or so and they should dissolve on their own,” Your eyebrows furrow as you break your stare on Spencer to look back towards the paramedic and then down to your arm. He’d literally stitched it shut without you feeling anything.
“…Thank you,” You still look absolutely furious, anger still coating your words, but you’re thankful nonetheless, and the paramedic gives you a short smile.
“Thank your friend, he did the hard work,” He gestures towards Spencer with a nod before leaving the two of you to regroup with the rest of the EMTs.
You watch the paramedic walk away for a few seconds before you turn your attention back to Spencer, and his eyes are already locked on you as you meet his eyes.
“Are you- uh- ready to go back to the station?”
You give him a short nod as you stand, inadvertently pulling him to his feet alongside you through your still connected hands.
They stay that way as you reapproach the rest of the team, and none of them have the gall to mention it under the lingering discomfort in your narrowed gaze as Spencer helps you into the car.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid angst#criminal minds angst#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds fluff#mgg#climacteric 🪶
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never grow up seven
summary: after taking things to long distance, sunny and chris face the highs and lows of their love story. smuttyyyyyy and angstyyy. mentions of depression. some phone sex.
part six
part eight
Chris’ POV
The first two weeks of me and Sunny were so good. So fucking good.
We were on such a high, a honeymoon phase I had never experienced before. We were talking consistently, both of us trying our hardest to make time for each other while we continued with our lives as we lived on opposite sides of the country.
One weekend in particular, I was kinda shit about responding, but it really wasn’t my fault. I had a shoot for Fresh Love on Friday, then had to go to an event that night. Saturday, we filmed a collaborative video all day with other YouTubers, and that night we filmed our podcast for Monday. Sunday, I met up with my friends at a music video shoot, and now that it’s Monday again, Sunny is back in classes.
I woke up late from having such a loaded weekend, and when I tried calling her at 1 p.m., she declined my call.
Me: Hey. Are you in class?
Sunshine: at work
Me: Oh
Me: Sorry. I had a crazy weekend. Woke up late because I’m exhausted. Can you talk after work?
Sunshine: i wont get home until midnight and then i have an 8 am tmr.
Sunshine: you didnt have a minute to text at all?
Me: I’m sorry baby
Me: I was really busy
Me: I’m trying to talk now but it’s the time zones fault
Sunshine: yeah
I know she’s upset with me. This is one of those unfortunate things that comes with distance. I’m really trying. When both of us are free, it’s great, and we can talk forever, but when one of us is really busy, it throws everything off.
My schedule was loaded this weekend, and hers is loaded through the week with her classes and work, so with those combined, we haven’t really talked in a week.
Me: I love you. Text me when you’re home from work so I can say goodnight
Sunshine: i love you too
I feel like shit. I’m really trying here. I can’t read her tone over text messages, and we haven’t had the time to have a real conversation over the phone.
We’ll try harder tomorrow.
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Sunshine: are u kidding me christopher!!!!
Me: What!!!
Sunshine: what are these flowers for??????
Me: Lol. Surprise
Sunshine: i’m gonna cry
Me: Noooo they weren’t supposed to make you sad
Sunshine: i’m happy! this was just so sweet. i miss you sm
Me: Can you talk?
She FaceTime’s me instantly. I was never a FaceTime kind of guy. Even though me and my brothers are away from everyone we grew up with, I still was never the kind of person to opt for a FaceTime call.
With her, I’ll always answer a call so I can see her face.
“Hey, pretty girl,” I smile, watching her place her flowers into a clear vase in her kitchen. I lay down on my bed, tucking a pillow under my chin.
“Hi!” she waves. She’s fucking adorable. “This is so cute, Chris. I had no idea you were doing this!”
“That’s the point of a surpriseeeeeee,” I remind her. “Did you see the card?”
“I did,” she nods, smiling big at me. “Very sweet of you.”
I shrug casually. “I try. How was your day?”
She lets out an exhausted sigh. “Good, but busy. I’ve kinda been feeling like shit lately.”
I sit up straight, pushing the pillow I had been laying on out of the frame. “What? Why didn’t you say something?”
“You’re 3,000 miles away,” she reminds me. “What are you going to be able to do?”
“Listen while you rant, give you advice, give you some encouragement,” I list off for her. “What kind of shit?”
“Just the usual–”
“Sunny!” I interrupt her. “You gotta tell me these things!”
“Well, sorry! I didn’t want to text you, ‘Hey, congrats on all the great stuff you’re doing, I’m super depressed and feel miserable all the time and all I want is my boyfriend to come home and be with me.’ That would only make me feel worse.”
I frown at her. I don’t want her feeling like she’s going to rain on my parade.
“I’m okay, Chris,” she assures me. “Promise. I wasn’t feeling too well, but I’m better now.”
“Will you tell me next time? I don’t want you to be alone.”
She nods gently. “Mhm, I’ll tell you.”
“I’ll come back by myself if I have to–”
“No,” she interrupts. “You’re going to stay and do your thing because I need to be able to figure this out myself. You can’t run back to Boston anytime I have an issue.”
“Why not?”
She gives me a ‘come on,’ type look, like I’m being ridiculous. “How was your day?” she asks me instead.
I lift the camera up so she can see me laying in my bed. “Hasn’t started yet.”
I can see her eyes scanning my body closely, her face inches from her phone as she bites her bottom lip. I know she’s staring at my body. We’ve been feeling more risky about things, sending each other suggestive photos. It’s the only way I can really feel close to her sexually. I never thought I would be sending her, of all people, pictures of my hard dick through my underwear.
The other night she got me good, sending a picture of herself in the shower, her arm covering her tits, but pressing them into her chest enough for them to look plumper than usual. The water droplets on her skin added more to the photo, sending me into a spiral.
“Whatcha looking at, babe?”
She smirked at me through the phone. “The underwear poking out of your sweatpants.”
“Yeah?” I asked, pushing my pants down so she could see my underwear fully. I pulled the bottoms of it down more, seeing that it rode up my thighs as I laid down.
“Jesus,” she sighed, taking me into her room with her.
“Yeah?”
I set the phone up on a stray pillow across my bed so she can see my entire body. I press my hand into my dick, palming myself lightly. I immediately feel a rush through my dick, forcing me to shove my hand into my briefs to touch myself.
“I miss you baby,” I nod at her. “Miss your sweet face.”
She watches me as I stroke my dick, whispering softly in that sweet voice, “I miss you more.”
Not a fucking chance.
“No shot,” I challenge.
“I promise,” she insists, her doe eyes really doing the trick to convince me.
I hold my dick still in my fist, shoving my briefs out of the way so she can see me. “You see how much you turn me on, baby?” I ask her, hoping she notices how red my tip is right now from the swelling, not to mention the fact that I have precum leaking out of me like I’m touch starved, probably because I am.
She lays down on her bed, right on her stomach. She mumbles a “fuck,” as she gets comfortable. “You’re so hot.”
“You are,” I smile, stroking myself faster.
I watch as she pulls her jeans off, lifting her ass in the air for me to see.
I pause for a second as I stare at her lower back, the thong hugging her hips in the most perfect way. I’m contemplating booking a flight right now so I can put my handprints all over that ass.
“Ohhh fuck,” I groan, squeezing around my tip with a tight fist. “You’re perfect.” She smiles at me as she watches my motions, now listening to my groaning sounds as I struggle to keep myself casual.
“Does that feel good?” she asks curiously as she turns over to her back.
“Mhm,” I hum. “Not as good as you.”
She lowers the camera to her pelvis, showing me her hand as it glides down her thong, and settles right over her pussy.
“Oh good girl,” I nod. “Show me how you touch yourself, Sunny.” She lowers the camera even further, settling it between her legs on a pillow somewhere a few inches out. I have a clear shot over her fingers burying themselves in her. A loud moan escapes my lips. “Perfect fucking pussy. All mine, right?”
“Uh huh,” she whimpers.
My cock continues to drip, and I quickly spread the precum across my length. “Talk to me baby. Tell me how much you need me,” I taunt as the sound of me fucking my hand fills the room. “My mouth on your swollen little clit, yeah?”
She nods desperately as she rubs herself faster. “I need you so bad, Chris,” she whines for me. “Stretching me out like before.”
“Yeah?” I ask, mindlessly bucking my hips so I get the illusion of her pussy as my hand right now, hovering above me as my dick buries itself into her. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.”
I set my phone up next to me, changing the angle slightly so she can see my face and my dick in the same shot. My balls tighten, and I rub them for some sort of release.
I listen to her pretty moans, using them as fuel to the fire.
“You’re so pretty, Chris,” she tells me, but I can’t focus on it. I’m moaning so bad, I sound like a fool.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant to myself, my face scrunching in pleasure as she continues to try talking me through it, but my ears are fucking ringing as the release floods through me. “Oh! Shit!” I curse loudly, laying my dick on my stomach and rubbing myself through my orgasm, the cum dripping across my abdomen.
I keep my eyes on her despite how heavy they feel. My breathing is just as bad. “God, keep going baby,” I encourage her, noticing how badly she’s dripping in front of me and I can’t fucking touch her.
“I’m close, Chris.”
“Uh huh, you got it.”
The sound of her fingers going in and out of her has me ready for another round. I’m half hard, really debating on going again as I watch her.
“Oh god, Sunny,” I breathe out. She looks fucking beautiful. She always does. “My perfect fucking girl.” She bends her knees, the most perfect shot of her pussy as she cums directly in my vision. “Ohhhh there you go.” She starts panting tirelessly as it drips down her hand. “Good girl. Fuck, I wish I was there to lick you clean baby.”
She looks down at the mess she made and says, “Me too.” Once she cleans herself up and settles back in bed, she asks, “When are you coming home?”
I wipe my stomach clean and pull on a clean pair of underwear. “I don’t know yet, I answer honestly. “Maybe the end of the month.” She nods at me, and I can tell she’s disappointed. “Soon, I promise.”
“Okay,” she gives me a half smile. “I have to go change for work.”
I nod, disappointed that our call is coming to an end. “Okay. Have a good day, baby. I love you.”
“I love you,” she says, and that’s the last time I talk to her that day.
–
The last few days have been rough. We’re back to barely talking. I feel like shit. I feel guilty, but it’s not my fault. I’m trying, I really am. It’s the time zone. It’s fucking everything up. I sleep in, and by the time I’m up and doing stuff, she’s at work and can’t talk. Then she’s going to bed, and we have like… an hour in the day to talk.
I thought we could make this work. I thought things would fall into place.
I’ve stayed up every night this week trying to think of how to talk to her about this, but I’m too scared. I keep holding back everything that I feel.
I’m quite literally shaking as I click on her contact, texting her a quick message.
Me: Hey. Can you talk?
Sunshine: i’m about to go to bed
Me: Please
A photo of her smiling pops up on my phone with her caller ID on top. I answer the call with a deep breath.
“Hi.”
“Hey,” she mumbles. “What’s up?”
“Are you in bed already?”
“Mhm,” she hums. “Long day. Is everything okay?”
No.
I’ve never been in this position before, and I don’t know how to do this the right way.
Just rip off the bandaid.
“I don’t think this is working out,” I say simply. My voice is soft, yet firm.
I hear the rumbling of her bedsheets and then her broken voice. “What?”
Shit.
That pretty voice that sews me together just ripped me apart.
“Sunny– I just– I don’t think I can give you what you need,” I say honestly, picking at the subtle rip in my jeans on my thigh. I pull at the fraying material and toss the scraps on the floor.
“Chris–”
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, looking at my ceiling. “I just don’t think it’s fair to keep stringing you along if I know it’s not going to work out.”
I know this isn’t what she wants to hear. I think in the future we could work out, but right now, we’re doomed. I don’t want to have this heartbreaking story when we could prevent it. We were in over our heads.
“We’ll try harder,” she says.
The desperation in her voice is killing me. “I know this is hard.” Fuck, I’m trying to keep myself together so I don’t back out of this. “But I think it’s better this way.”
“We can make it work, Chris,” she insists.
I shake my head, trying to keep myself from breaking down. “It’s not that easy. You deserve someone who can give you everything you want and need. Someone who can be there for you, emotionally, and physically… and I can’t do that for you right now. It’s so hard for me not being with you. I just want to hold you and be with you and I can’t, Sunny. I want to come home and be with you everyday but I need to be in LA.” The line is silent, and I know she’s going to make this hard for me. I deserve it, but she deserves the truth. “I really want this, but I can’t give it to you right now, and it’s not fair for either of us.”
The only conversations we’ve had this last week are us arguing or sexting. That’s not how this should be.
“How long have you been feeling like this?” she asks hesitantly. I know she’s scared of the answer.
I let out a heavy sigh, my hand running through my hair and tugging on it. “A little bit. I don’t know how long, but I’ve been trying to ignore my feelings and–”
“And you didn’t tell me you were having doubts?!” she asks accusingly.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to talk about it with you. I just– Fuck, Sunny– This is difficult and–”
“How is it difficult!” she asks. “I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to be the easiest person for you to talk to.”
“I know,” I agree with her, but does she not realize how fucking hard it is knowing that the one person I’m trying to be open with is the person who is going to face the damage? “That’s why it’s so hard. I don’t want to lose you as a friend too.”
She ignores my point.
“Why did you start a relationship with me then? You started this, Chris.”
I mean, she kissed me, but alright.
I’m too in shock at her tone and fight for this to think of anything to say.
“I… I didn’t mean to,” I stumble over my words. “I thought… I don’t know. I thought we could make it work.”
“Then let’s make it work.”
I roll my lips into my mouth, trying to keep myself from crying. The sound of her voice is destroying me. “Maybe we can, but right now I just need some time to think.”
“How much time?” she asks.
“I don’t know. A few days, maybe? A week?”
She scoffs. “Chris, if you have to think about if you want me or not then–”
“I said I need time to think, Sunny,” I remind her. “I’m not making any decisions right now.”
“But you’re questioning us to begin with! You said you’ve felt like this for a while so what’s there to think about!”
“Baby–”
“Don’t,” she says sharply.
I pace my room, a pit in my stomach growing. This is fucking awful. “I said I can’t right now.”
I hear a soft cry from her end, and I freeze. “Please, don’t do this.”
My eyes well with tears. “I’m so sorry. I really am. But I can’t be in this with you if I’m feeling doubts. I just need to figure things out, and maybe we can work it out.”
Something in her switches and all those tears and sadness turn into anger.
“So you fuck me after we’re friends for our whole lives. Then you leave without a word. Then you come back and say you’re in love with me, fuck me again, and then leave and want me to move on and be with other people. Oh wait! But then!” she continues. I just stand there in the middle of my room and let her rip me apart through the phone. “You want me to be with you and we’re happy and great and then you drop this and say you’ve been unhappy and want to break up?”
Yeah… So, I sound like shit.
My eyes narrow as I grip my phone. “That’s not fair,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t force you into anything, and I’m not trying to hurt you.”
“But you made me feel wanted by you!”
“I do want you!” I remind her. “But this isn’t about what we want, it’s about what I need right now.”
She pauses and lowers her voice. “Do you need me?”
I hate myself for the way I hesitate to answer her.
“Yes, I do.”
I can almost hear the sigh of relief in her voice.
“But not in the way you’re asking.”
Then I hear her cries. At this point, I’m breaking down with her.
“Is there anything I can do to make this work?” she asks again.
“No. There’s nothing you can do.”
I sit on my bed, listening to her cry, and I feel awful knowing that I can’t wipe those tears like I always do.
“I love you so much Chris,” she says desperately.
I wipe the tears that fall down my own cheeks. “I love you too, but I can’t be with you like this. Not right now.”
“Are we still going to be friends?” she asks. “Or are you going to go ghost again for four months?”
“I’m not going to ghost you,” I assure her. I fucked up that time, I really did, but I thought it’s what we needed. That time of no contact to figure ourselves out. It clearly made things worse. “I think we need some space though, just for a little bit.”
She’s pissed. It’s obvious. She’s gone from trying to talk me into staying with her, to now saying nothing at all.
“Look,” I say, trying to keep myself from sounding like a broken record. “I get that you’re hurt and disappointed, but I need to do this. I can’t keep going through this cycle of wanting you and then pulling away from you because I’m scared. I need to get to a place where I feel secure with you and I know we can make it work. Right now, it’s not that time.”
All I want right now is to hold her, kiss her, tell her it’s going to be okay. I want to lay next to her and smile at her before we go to bed. I want to be with her forever, never losing sight of each other.
But if we keep trying to force this relationship, we’re only going to ruin everything.
“I wish I could hate you,” she sobs. “I really do. But I could never hate you, Chris, and that’s the worst part.”
“I’m sorry,” I keep saying to her. The pain in my voice only becomes more evident. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“I’m always going to be in love with you, and you’re always going to know it.”
I sigh heavily. “I know. And that’s part of the problem.”
“Why?”
“Because,” I say, pausing to find the right words. “I can’t be with you like this. I need to figure myself out first.”
“You started this!” she says again.
“I know.” My voice is heavy with guilt. “And I’m sorry.”
“Are you even upset about this?” she questions. “I’m sitting here fucking crying and it’s like your emotions are shut off! Give me something, Chris!”
“Of course I’m upset!” I raise my voice in frustration. “You want to hear me cry? I never meant to hurt you like this.”
“THEN STOP!” she screams.
“I’M TRYING!” I yell back, my eyes rimmed with tears. “I can’t keep having this conversation. I’m sorry, but we need to break up.”
The line goes silent again.
“Please,” I plead with her. “Just say something.”
After a minute of silence she says, “I love you, and I hope you can get your shit together. If not for me, then hopefully for the next girl so you don’t fuck her over the same way.”
I sit staring at my floor. I don’t know what to say that will fix this or give her the same hope I feel for us. I do want this. All I’ve ever wanted was her. I just can’t do it right now. It’s not the right time.
I’ve dreamt of marrying this girl, and the idea of us having the wrong timing is terrifying me. It needs to be perfect, and it’s just not right now.
“I’m sorry,” I say finally, my voice thick with emotion as I try not to break down again. “I really am.”
I expect more fight from her considering she wouldn’t back down before.
I don’t get that.
“Goodbye.”
I’m torn between heartbreak, confusion, and anger.
“Goodbye.”
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brooklyn baby | cregan stark
Description: He plays hockey and you're a figure skater. Nothing but pure fluff.
Pairing: cregan stark/figure-skater!reader
Cregan was the type of man that falls asleep right away. You were talking to him five seconds ago, but now he was snoring his ass off. A small laugh escapes your mouth seeing his sleeping figure - he 'swore' that he wouldn't sleep so he could spend more time with you.
You try to stand up, but he pulls you down.
"Where you going, miss?" he mumbled, eyes wide open and staring at you. "To get some snacks," you replied - bopping his nose. "Without me?" he gave you the cutest puppy eyes. "Go back to sleep, Mr. Stark." you smile, and he listens to you - eyes closing and his snore returns.
cregan_scotland_hockey: the fairy princess is back at it again 🧚🏻♀️ tagged: y/n_olympics
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jaceyjacejace: nice 👍🏻
y/n_olympics: DOMINATING 🔥
"It says that I should fold the cheese in," you continued reading the recipe book while holding a spatula on the other hand. Cregan furrowed his eyebrows, mixing the batter while making sure that you weren't going to burn the house down. "How do you fold the cheese in?" you asked, staring up at the book.
He moves to your part of the counter - reading what the recipe entails. To his agony, there were only three words on step 3.
fold. in. cheese.
"- fold in like you'd do to clothes?" you frown and he shakes his head. "Wait, let me try." he hums, and you gently move out of his workspace. He lifts the spatula 'folding' the cheese in. "It says that it should have a thick consistency." you continued reading and his face pales - the sauce was watery.
"Do I keep 'folding' in until it becomes thick?" he questions and you browse the book for any suggestions, but there were only three fucking words. "Where did you buy this?" you turned to look at him and he shrugs, "I bought it from Jace's aunt," he answered - Helaena was strangely giggling while handing him the book. "Is she a chef?" you inquire and he shakes his head.
"She's one of those fortune tellers on tiktok." he informed, prompting you to facepalm. A laugh escapes his mouth seeing that you were staring at him 'the office' style. "So do we continue folding in the cheese?" he joked, earning a small giggle from you.
y/n_olympics: I suddenly can't tie my laces 🥴
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cregan_scotland_hockey: anything for u madame 🌹
- y/n_stark: 🫦
joffreyplaysminecraft: hi aunt y/n 😁
- y/n_stark: Hello joff, how's mom? 💙
- cregan_scotland_hockey: why do u call her aunt and me tony
- y/n_olympics: Tony Stark 🤷🏻♀️
Everything about Cregan was pure happiness - even gossiping became fun with him. "Remember the guy we were laughing about on reddit?" you ask, sitting beside him with a latte on your hand. "Yeah, the cbat guy?" he asked, browsing through his phone.
"Apparently he's Aegon." you dropped the bomb and he suddenly exploded into a million laughing fits. "Aegon, Jace's uncle?" he giggled, wiping the fake tears away from his eyes. "Yep, I heard it from his ex-girlfriend - because I showed her the tiktok video." you laughed, slapping his shoulders lightly.
"How did he even do that?" he thought to himself while standing up. "Ten tenen ten tete tenten," he sang while grinding on air.
"You are embarrassing - stopp," you giggled, slowly burying your face on the pillow.
"Did you get the ick?"
He was with you in your lowest points. He was beside you in your highest. He was with you everywhere, and in your accomplishments he was the person that you shared it with.
cregan_scotland_hockey: congratulations to the love of my life @y/n_olympics, i've seen how hard you've worked to accomplish this. you've sacrificed days and nights, and i'm so proud to say that it's all been worth it in the end. 💙🌹 i love you madame fairy 🧚🏻♀️
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y/n_olympics: Thank u, Mr. Stark 🦸🏻♂️
simplyme03: Congrats 🤩
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today i met a monster [1] [first meeting]
my first attempt at writing whump stuff, please be gentle with criticism. i just wanted to write some monster hunter x monster stuff.
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this is a reader insert story. i will not be using "whumper" and "whumpee" as names in this because i want to call the characters something different. i will be using y/n sometimes (y/n means "your name" so imagine your own name in the place of y/n). this will probably suck, i am a new writer and new to whump. there will not be any sexual content in this story.
trigger warnings
lady whumper, kidnapping, drugging (via syringe), restraints, torture, body horror, foul language, dehumanization, guilt tripping, organ trafficking, identity crisis, amnesia, bystanders, you're kinda sorta dead sorry, captivity whump(?) (does this even count? the whumpee is going to be treated like an object more than a pet)
let me know if i need to add more warnings
:)
It was late into the night when your shift ended. A woman had lingered by the light of the shop even after you closed the doors and shooed the last customers out. After finishing the last bit of cleaning you exited, only to have her stop you.
"Excuse me." She said, her voice was extremely low and soft. "Could you walk me to my car? There's this creepy guy and..." She trailed off and pointed down the street.
Sure enough, there was a man standing under a streetlamp in the direction she pointed. There had been a sudden spike of missing pets and a few missing people in the area, many suspected it was the work of a concealed monster. You were wary of her, being that she was a stranger, but you didn't want to leave her to fend for herself.
"Of course I will" You replied without a second thought.
Something felt off as you approached her car. The "creepy" man hadn't seemed to be paying much attention to you both as you walked away, and the stranger had been hanging around your shop all day. Couldn't she have gotten another customer to help her? Why didn't she leave when it was still light out? Your train of thought is abruptly interrupted when your forehead connects with glass. She had slammed your head into her car window. What. The. Fuck? You were too dazed to react before she shoved a syringe into your neck, and whatever was in it took effect almost immediately. Everything around you seemed to oscillate between jarringly close and worryingly far. You could just barely register the sound of her cursing as she struggled to lift you into her trunk. Then everything went black.
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The strange woman let herself sink into her couch after todays accomplishment. She pulled out her phone and began tapping away at the screen.
Stranger: today i met a monster. a real rare one! i caught it off guard tonight.
???: woah congrats🥳🎈
???: u think its the one that's been causing trouble?
Stranger: im 99% positive it is. ill send you the link to the species info
Stranger: [link]
???: holy shit ur gonna be rich
???: also that explains why its been able to get away with so much recently
???: can i stop by and see it? those things are borderline extinct
Stranger: 💸💸💸 yay
Stranger: and yeah come by next weekend
Stranger: brb im going to check on it
???: 👋
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You awoke in a dimly lit room, assuming it was a basement based on the presence of stairs that only led up. You were naked, laying on your side with your arms chained behind your back and your neck encased in a heavy metal collar with a 6 foot chain running from it to a wall. The only thing separating you from the cold concrete floor was a stained light grey tarp you were laid atop. Despite your lingering grogginess, you attempted to sit up. After a few dizzy attempts you succeeded. Suddenly, a black and scaly creature darted into your peripherals. You screamed and threw yourself back, only to realize the "creature" was attached to you... It was your tail? You quickly glanced over the rest of your body to find that the black scales weren't exclusive to your unfamiliar appendage. You screamed more.
A door opened at the top of the stairs and Stranger emerged.
"What the hell did you do to me!?" You screamed at her.
She pulled up a chair and sat just out of your reach. "You must be so confused." Her voice was still low, but all the previous softness was replaced with a much scarier edge. "I gave you a little something to inhibit your camouflage abilities. What you're seeing is all you."
You lunge at her but aren't able to do anything with the collar and chain keeping you inches away from her. "What the fuck are you talking about!? You kidnapped me! I don't understand... Why are you doing this to me?" You hung your head and began to sob.
Stranger scoffs. "Look at me" She's holding something, its your ID. "This is (Y/N)'s ID. (Y/N) is presumably dead because of you. I don't know where you've stashed your victims bodies but the police will find them soon" She says while glaring at you.
You stare her in the eyes, even more confused.
"Listen, you're not (Y/N). You're a memorshifter. You're nothing but a monster. When your kind finds a suitable victim, you kill them, take their appearance, and take a good bulk of their memories, conveniently forgetting you're actually a monster until its time to feed. Such a disgusting way of life." She growls the last part.
You sit there and shake silently. Your life as you know it has been a lie. You're nothing but a monster, and she... "I'm officially a monster hunter now thanks to you. You're my first ever catch." ...And she is a monster hunter.
You have no rights or protections, not even the ones protecting mere animals from inhumane treatment. The law permits humans to kill monsters on sight. You have nowhere to go even if you did escape. You're completely at her mercy, and nobody is going to save you. She gets up to leave, looking back at your sobbing frame before she leaves the basement.
"Just remember, everything bad that will happen to you from this point forward is completely deserved." She states before flicking off the only light in the basement and slamming the door.
You are alone with the dark and your thoughts.
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memorshifters are vaguely humanoid. they always have dark colored scales, a tail, bright colored irises and sclera + slit pupils, sharp claws on fingers and toes, pointed elf like ears, dark horns that grow backward and downward (like a domestic goat), a muzzle that protrudes from its face a little, and sharp rows of teeth. they are an extremely rare type of monster. they have no sexual dimorphism beyond genitalia. they reproduce sexually then parasitically, placing their eggs near the living space of a suitable host they do not have mammary glands (they appear to have them if impersonating anything that has them). they can properly impersonate any animals over 20 lbs
stranger has been trying to catch a monster for years. even though this is her first time catching one, its not her first time "working on" one. she is in her 20s and used to work under another monster hunter in her teens. she has a heavy distaste for monsters and thinks of them as lower than animals
monsters are not common but theyre still a problem. monster hunters are rewarded for catching monsters, they are also allowed to do whatever they please to what they catch. monster hunters collaborate with law enforcement in situations where monster may or may not be involved. you need a license to hunt monsters.
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i dont know where im going with this story haha. i think there is something delightfully cruel about a monster suffering the consequences of being a monster even though they cant control themselves and didnt even ask to be born as a monster. im going to start writing the next chapter as soon as i publish this. let me know if you like or dislike this.
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First congrats on that positive feedback that’s so great to get !!! And second im gonna be going to grad school and will have to teach a class, how do u make your class like engaging and somewhat fun for the undergrads? Bc it’s been a minute since I’ve been in undergrad and I’m having a hard time remembering what made me like my grad student profs/recitation sections. Big question ik so no pressure to answer <3
okay so first thing is act ur age. students sniff out people pretending to be older/younger than they are straight away – like, i once had a grad student tutor who acted like a 50-something associate professor and absolutely no one took her seriously. i mention younger too bc even if ur teaching people like five years younger than u, there's no guarantee u actually know what they're like as a micro-generation, so purposefully trying to act like what u think they're like is gonna backfire too.
kinda related to that: put boundaries around ur teaching self and everyday self, but don't be afraid to let ur students know that ur like. a person. bc honestly i had the best interactions with my students when i swore after making a mistake, or made a bad joke, or used examples from my own life to explain a theory/framework, or just generally acted like a regular, fallible human being. this doesn't mean telling ur students everything about u, but reminding them that ur Just Some Guy allows for a more honest and comfortable working relationship
something else that rly stood out for me was making sure class work was accessible, and explicitly pointing out to everyone when this wasn't possible and why i was/wasn't using the resource. i love to use videos to start conversations and while youtube is slowly getting the gist of captioning, not every vid has decent subtitles; i made sure to tell my students if there weren't captions, so they knew that a) i could fill in any gaps they might miss and b) get them used to the idea that accessible materials should be the norm. i also tried to mix up the kind of activities we were doing across the semester – some small group work stuff, some larger whole-class discussions, some individual writing tasks, etc – so students had a chance to figure out what works best for them and let me know what does/doesn't work
finally, be clear with what u expect from them, especially re: assessed work. the course i taught had been inherited from another group of academics who had a v specific assessment framework that took me some time to understand, and in that time i confused the fuck out of my students by not being able to tell them what they needed to do. get stuff like due dates and assessment criteria locked down early, and if ur not sure, don't just make up some bullshit answer and hope someone else will clarify later bc WOW i fucked up big time in the first couple of weeks when it came to that
and that's about it, i think? if u have any more questions i'm totally happy to take them, and good luck with ur course!!
#replies.txt#Anonymous#honestly i just used my students to test stand up material while sprinking in some gender theory idk#edit i just realised i totally misread ur question ohh my god. uh. anyway .
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But I like my shy yet funny boys and Yeosang is the epitome of both. Also, blonde mullet? Yeah say no more! I've been looking at Mingi since ZFP3 era 👀 ngl, but it's not enough to break me. I think at this point it's like this Seonghwa ult aka number one in my heart, Hongjoong and San second biases and Yeosang as a wrecker? Tbh recently except Hwa tunnel vision (because it's a given) I've been more into Yeosang, though Hongcruella made me lose my mind, so yeah it all depends on their hair I guess 😭😭😭😭 you have a nice hairstyle? I'm looking. You cut your hair or dye it black? I'm looking away. This is Strictland and I make the rules
Truly on top of being perfect at everything Seonghwa also needs to be good with words, fucking poet I swear. Okay poet or just writer Hwa fic, think about it 🤗 aaaaand Hwa airport model moment jesssusssssss stop my guy
Good for you, I guess you get free holidays! Though I know some places were temporarily shut down in the UK and people aren't happy cause they won't get paid 🤡 my friend travelled from Ireland to see Arsenal in match, but the PL matches were postponed... great birthday. At least Lizzie died so as an Irish that's a win lmao. I love Paddington, but I can't tolerate this I'm sorry my bear
Thought your banner said "pink Seonghwa over there"...... well in that case I'm pretending not to see you 🙈
Glad my simping is entertaining to you! Jae Young's character can't be worse than in Reflection of You and I still tried to excuse his behaviour then I was like "girl, get up I know he's hot and pathetic so a perfect guy basically, but that's not it". I consumed a lot of photos of this man (yes, I ate them) wanna bet when he's gonna show up in my dream? Also why does he look lowkey like Yuta with long hair?
Communicates in emails like a boomer. Okkkk
Yes, idk what was going on with Hongjoong's hair recently, but now he went black wtf is this behaviour, sighhhhhh. My Hyunlix have black hair rn, it's still hard to digest Felix with black hair he looks like an imposter, Hyunjin is fine if his hair is long, still though the comeback is near so I'm anticipating changes
I have Wotakoi mangas, though I only read 6 volumes I think. The story is so different and funny. Have you watched the following ones: Spice and Wolf, Kaguya-sama Love is War, Snow White with the Red Hair, Ao Haru Ride, Yona of the Dawn, Kimi no Todoke, Golden Time, A Silent Voice? I recently bought these two mangas
I asked some people and saw some shit went down in BM 😭 now I'm scared. I'm planning on catching up on some stuff with a friend, maybe soon. But I need more wholesome things in my life
"that one race he wins after losing himself, going thru so much training and almost quitting and having a character development" and if I LOSE my mind miss Baek then what???
Okay but Seonghwa in a fic like this not to be an unstable noona but 🤧🤧🤧🤧
There's this one video from last year and I was convinced Hongjoong was Seonghwa, see Hongjoong with black hair messes us up, he needs to change
"gay sexy comic relief: congrats! ur the fan favourite. hope you find a way to deal with your bottomless pit of worthlessness. (character egs - klaus hargreeves, chandler bing, nymphadora tonks)" and u?
Do this stupid thing, haha - DV 💖
hi helloo!!
But I like my shy yet funny boys and Yeosang is the epitome of both. Also, blonde mullet? Yeah say no more! I've been looking at Mingi since ZFP3 era 👀 ngl, but it's not enough to break me. I think at this point it's like this Seonghwa ult aka number one in my heart, Hongjoong and San second biases and Yeosang as a wrecker? Tbh recently except Hwa tunnel vision (because it's a given) I've been more into Yeosang, though Hongcruella made me lose my mind, so yeah it all depends on their hair I guess 😭😭😭😭 you have a nice hairstyle? I'm looking. You cut your hair or dye it black? I'm looking away. This is Strictland and I make the rules
no u so right, yeosang funniest ateez member but he's also so cute with that cheeky smile 😭😭😭😭 KEEP UR EYES AT MINGI IM THINKING SOMETHING HGGJHJRGJ hwa's tunnel vision has been making me look a yunho very disrespectfully gjkrghnkj,,, LMFAOOOO U DECIDE UR BIAS ON THE HAIR COLOUR 😭😭😭😭
Truly on top of being perfect at everything Seonghwa also needs to be good with words, fucking poet I swear. Okay poet or just writer Hwa fic, think about it 🤗 aaaaand Hwa airport model moment jesssusssssss stop my guy
YOOOO A POT EXACTLY THIS GUY FGHGK I WONT BE SURPISED IF HE'S WRITTEN FICS OR STORIES 😭😭😭😭 writer seonghwa x writer au ????? I LITERALLY AVOID LOOKING AT HIS AIRPORT PICTURES BC I M GONNA CATCH THE FEELING WORD
Good for you, I guess you get free holidays! Though I know some places were temporarily shut down in the UK and people aren't happy cause they won't get paid 🤡 my friend travelled from Ireland to see Arsenal in match, but the PL matches were postponed... great birthday. At least Lizzie died so as an Irish that's a win lmao. I love Paddington, but I can't tolerate this I'm sorry my bear
just one 😭😭 OH AINT NO WAY NO PAY?? DAMNN LIZZIE TOOK THAT RIGHT TOO 😭😭😭😭 nOOOOOOO PLS THATS SO SAD NAURR POOR GIRLIE
Thought your banner said "pink Seonghwa over there"...... well in that case I'm pretending not to see you 🙈
HEY HEY HEY PLS I JUST WANNA ROB THE PINK HWA PC PEACEFULLY
Glad my simping is entertaining to you! Jae Young's character can't be worse than in Reflection of You and I still tried to excuse his behaviour then I was like "girl, get up I know he's hot and pathetic so a perfect guy basically, but that's not it". I consumed a lot of photos of this man (yes, I ate them) wanna bet when he's gonna show up in my dream? Also why does he look lowkey like Yuta with long hair?
IT REALLY DID 😭😭😭😭 DFSJDGHVG TRIED TO EXCUSE HIS BEHAVIOUR 😭😭😭😭 im about to consume jaeyoung's photos right now actually, its sick how he has those insane edits b,,,, iM SORRY YUTA???? U JUST- IM NO HE KINDA DOES
Communicates in emails like a boomer. Okkkk
a very expensive uber im assunming? pls book an appointment with him soon ☺️
Yes, idk what was going on with Hongjoong's hair recently, but now he went black wtf is this behaviour, sighhhhhh. My Hyunlix have black hair rn, it's still hard to digest Felix with black hair he looks like an imposter, Hyunjin is fine if his hair is long, still though the comeback is near so I'm anticipating changes
LMFAOOOO BLACK HAIRED HONG FOR TOUR IM ASSUMING BC THIS ONE HAS ME, if he does not go sliver im unstanning hoongjooong. LIKE AN IMPOSTER PLS FHEWBFKCG felix tho looks so good with the blond,, the black on him is the definition of emo,,,
I have Wotakoi mangas, though I only read 6 volumes I think. The story is so different and funny. Have you watched the following ones: Spice and Wolf, Kaguya-sama Love is War, Snow White with the Red Hair, Ao Haru Ride, Yona of the Dawn, Kimi no Todoke, Golden Time, A Silent Voice? I recently bought these two mangas
THE WAY I LET OUT A SCREAM AT THE SNOW WHITER AND RED HAIR STOP STOP STOP THE MEMORIES WASHED IN STOPPPPP I HAD THE FATTEST FASTTEST CRUSH ON ZEN CRYING , YES KIMI NO TODOKE SILENT VOICE SPICE AND WOLD STOPPPP AP HARU RIDE IM SOBBING RIGHT NOW
I asked some people and saw some shit went down in BM 😭 now I'm scared. I'm planning on catching up on some stuff with a friend, maybe soon. But I need more wholesome things in my life
some shit??,, the whole world collapsed,, today's the new wp and im so scared to watch i just want a happy ending 😭😭😭😭 YES PLS DO CATCH UP U WOULD BE SO SHOCKED
"that one race he wins after losing himself, going thru so much training and almost quitting and having a character development" and if I LOSE my mind miss Baek then what???
<3333 if u lose urmind thenthat means i have to write <3 hear me out, a ex sports person reader who was falsely accused and had to quit, hwa finds reader and begs to be trained by her boom,, this hwa in it
Okay but Seonghwa in a fic like this not to be an unstable noona but 🤧🤧🤧🤧
IM GONNA D WORD RIGHT NOW MISS MAAM DV ANON
There's this one video from last year and I was convinced Hongjoong was Seonghwa, see Hongjoong with black hair messes us up, he needs to change
hongjoong seonghwa twins atp, boyfriends whi look alike u start to dress them alike too.... smelling a poly au
"gay sexy comic relief: congrats! ur the fan favourite. hope you find a way to deal with your bottomless pit of worthlessness. (character egs - klaus hargreeves, chandler bing, nymphadora tonks)" and u?
Do this stupid thing, haha - DV 💖
CURSE DSFBHJRF HOW ABOUT U
ok bestie have u heard bp’s album yet? any favourite tracks? the happiest girl is >>>
…thoughts 🧍🏻♀️
😭😭😭???
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Congrats on 1k!!! Can you do number 9 from 50 cliché promts and tropes with mako x reader? :)
MAKO + “there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling”
⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛
“Well, this is... unfortunate.”
“It’s unacceptable.” You glanced at Mako, who was visibly irritated. “First Beifong only approves one room because of ‘budget cuts,’ and now we’re expected to share a bed?”
“Relax, tough guy. I’m sure it was just a booking error. I’ll go talk to the receptionist.” You left your partner and your bag in the room with the single large bed against the wall to go downstairs and sort out the mistake. You gave the man at the desk your friendliest smile as you approached.
“Hello again,” the man said, looking up at you. “Is there a problem with the room?”
“Yes, actually. We should’ve been booked for a room with two beds but there’s only one. Could we be moved somewhere else?” You tried to sound as amicable as possible as you spoke, hoping the employee would oblige.
He flipped through the large book of records in front of him and traced his finger down a page. “Ah, yes! You reserved a double. So sorry about that—let me see what else is available.” You watched as he flipped through again, mumbling to himself. Your smile faltered a little when he frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“It appears everything else is filled for the night. I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.” The man eyed you as if expecting you to blow up at him, but you just sighed and tightened your smile.
“Ah, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Thank you for checking, though.”
Mako was not gonna be happy.
“You’re joking,” he deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest. You dropped down to sit on the edge of the problematic bed itself. “Are you and Beifong trying to pull a prank or something?”
You stared up at him. “Beifong? A prank? Really?”
“Okay, no,” he huffed. “But you’re kidding, right?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you think it’s funny to inconvenience me?”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Mako.”
“Tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m not joking.”
He groaned and threw himself in the threadbare armchair in the corner of the room. “Great, just what I needed,” he grumbled to himself.
“Hey, I’m not exactly thrilled about this either!” You rolled your eyes. “If you’re gonna freak out about it you can take the bed and I’ll just... sleep on the floor or something.”
“No, no. You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“How noble,” you laughed. “You’re the one who has a problem sleeping with me. Take the bed.”
“I—” His cheeks tinged a slight pink that didn’t escape your notice. “I don’t have a problem.”
“You sure seem to.”
“I shared a blanket with Bolin on the street for most of my childhood.”
“You must be getting spoiled with that detective salary if you can’t rough it for one night and share a bed with your favorite partner. Going soft?”
You grinned when he glared at you. “Why are you torturing me?”
“You’re easy to torture.” You stood up to rifle through your bag. “And it’s fun.”
“I’m requesting a partner transfer when we finish this assignment,” he muttered, making you bark out a laugh.
“You wouldn’t, you’re too attached now.” You straightened up with your arms full of toiletries and clean clothes. “I’m gonna go wash up so I can pass out. Early day tomorrow, and all. Catchin’ bad guys, kickin’ ass, takin’ names.”
“Uh-huh.” A small smile finally graced his handsome face for the first time since arriving at the inn. “I’ll be here keeping watch—y’know, for the bad guys.”
Once you’d scrubbed off the long day of travel and changed into clean, comfortable clothes you reentered the main room to see Mako studying the files for the case the two of you were working. His eyebrows were set into a furrow as he read through it and chewed at the inside of his cheek absently. You watched him for a few more moments once you settled down onto the worn but comfortable mattress. Something in the papers seemed to perplex him as he wrinkled his nose and flipped back a few pages. Suddenly, his warm orange eyes flicked up to meet yours.
“Why are you staring at me?” he asked with a small frown.
You shrugged. “Trying to figure out if that smell is the room or just you.”
His frown deepened. “Uncalled for.”
You hummed noncommitally and snuggled down between the sheets. “Go clean up so I can sleep.”
“I’m not stopping you,” he said, snapping the file shut and rising from the chair.
“I gotta keep watch, remember? Bad guys,” you murmured despite your heavy eyelids. Mako shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom. The gentle, steady sound of running water lulled you into a drifting sleep after only a few minutes.
You roused slightly when Mako returned, shuffling around the room followed by curling steam and the smell of his soap from the bathroom. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter and tried to fall back asleep until you felt him grab a pillow off the other side of the bed. Rolling onto your side you sleepily looked up at him.
“What are you doing?” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” He stood next to a blanket on the floor with the pillow in his hand, dressed in a clean white shirt and loose pants. “I was just getting set up over here.”
You squinted at the pillow he held while your tired mind tripped over itself trying to catch up. “What?”
“I told you I’d sleep on the floor,” he said, gesturing to his makeshift sleeping area.
You blinked slowly at him. “Mako.”
“Yeah?”
“Get in the bed.”
“But—”
“I wasn’t asking,” you interrupted. “Come. To. Bed.”
He flushed lightly and opened and closed his mouth a couple times before looking down at his pillow he srill gripped. “I—I don’t want to make you... uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable?” you repeated blankly and he nodded. “I put my life in your hands every day, Mako. I trust you, probably more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. You’re not gonna make me uncomfortable. In fact, I’d be a thousand times more comfortable with you up here than on the floor.”
“Okay, okay,” he relented, finally moving back towards the bed. “You’ve made your point.”
“Good.” You closed your eyes again and yawned loudly. “The mattress is big enough we can both stay on our sides, no big deal. You need to rest well so I know you’re alert enough to save my ass tomorrow and sleeping on the floor does not reassure me.”
“I already agreed, you don’t need to keep working at me.” Mako carefully slid into the sheets, being almost calculating in how close he could stay to the edge without falling off. Even with the considerable empty space between you, you could still feel his familiar warmth seeping into your tired muscles.
“‘M a detective, can’t help it.”
“Go to sleep. You’ll have plenty of time to harass me in the morning.”
“You know you love me.”
If only you knew, he thought to himself as you slipped back into your dreamland.
The first thing you noticed upon regaining consciousness was the thumping rhythm next to your ear. The next thing you noticed was how warm you felt, despite the sheets being tangled down around your feet. You turned your head and buried your face into your pillow, inhaling deeply.
Soap. And smoke.
Hold on. You lifted your head up slowly and blinked blearily, taking in where you were as your brain whirred back to life.
Not your pillow. Mako—his chest, more specifically. Your eyes trailed down to where your bodies were pressed together in a tangle of limbs. The arm wrapped around you ended in fingers pressing into your waist. Your thigh was hiked up around his hip and his knee was slotted between your legs. You looked up at his face to see he was still sound asleep, lips parted as he breathed slowly.
You sat up all the way and his hand on your waist flopped down onto the bed. “Mako.”
He snorted and gave no other response.
“Mako,” you hissed, smacking his chest lightly. Without opening his eyes, he grabbed your hand and yanked you back down.
“Don’ hit me,” he grumbled, lips brushing your forehead as he spoke. “‘M sleepin’.”
Your face was starting to burn. “Well, wake up!”
He cracked one eye open to peer down at you and closed it again with a sniff. All at once it seemed to hit him and his eyes flew open as he shot upwards, knocking you to the side. You groaned as he launched himself out of the bed and onto his feet.
“What time is it?!” he barked.
“I don’t know!”
He whipped his head around to look at the clock on the bedside table. He made a small noise of panic and snatched it up as if getting a closer look would change the reading it gave.
“Fuck, we’re late!”
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3vYbF3_TAk
I tried watching JelloApocolaypse’s video on RWBY again.
... Yeah, just as bad as before.
A. The conflict with the Grimm is not the plot of the story. It’s just the backstory.
B. “Haha look! RWBY added in something at the last minute! Ain;t that stupid?” *looks behind him to see Dragon Ball posters*.
C. “Haha Naruto reference!” Because eye powers are unique to Naruto and this isn’t an overdone cliche.
D. “Hur dur, Weiss hate Ruby!” No she doesn’t. That stopped being a thing by the end of Volume 1.
E. “Weiss loses every fight!” Except for the White Trailer...and V1 E8...and V1 E10...and V2 E4...and V2 E12...and V3 E1...and V3 E11.
F. “BLAKE BLAND!” So is your humor.
G. “FANAUS INCONSISTENT!” And yet you call yourself an animator...
H. “THEY NO EXPLORE SIDE CHARACTERS” *Shows Emerald, Sun and Velvet*
I. “SHOW NO ABOUT CHARACTERS, FIGHTS!’ Yes the fights that even in the early Volumes were used to punctuate character arcs and conflicts...which means it is about the characters.
J. “BUTTMETAL!” ... RWBY uses Rock.
K. “ANIMATION BAD!” Congrats, you said literally the most generic compliant about RWBY ever.
L. “PYRRHA MARKED FOR DEATH!” ... You didn’t even mention her namesake being the origin of the term “Pyrrhic Victory”.
M. “ADAM THE WORST!” ... ... ... That’s it. You didn’t even make a joke about him being a bull Fanaus, you just treated him like a dog.
N. “DUST NOT MAGIC?!” Wow, you’d just die if someone tried explaining the Nasuverse to you huh?
O. “WRITERS FORGOT STOLEN DUST?!” What do you think the bombs had in them to explode? The unmentioned gunpowder?
P. “MAGIC EXIST BUT IT INCONSISTENT!” Since when have we seen people casually throw firebombs everywhere?
Q. “THEY FORGOT!” Yes, your ghostwriters did forget.
R. “WOR HOMEWORK” Wow, don’t let this guy near Tolkien or else his brain will break.
S. “RWBY CHIBI BETTTER!” If by better you shallow and less consistent. To translate this- imagine if someone argued that the first Summer Event used Arturia better than the mainline game in FGO.
T. “PLOT SLOW” So is Berserk’s. Wanna try swinging at that?
U. “MOMMY SALAMI!” This is literally a little kid’s joke.
V. “4 and 5 BAD!” ... Wouldn’t that make it more attractive to smack talk then? If they’re so much worse then why is this 60% Volumes 1-3 and 40% Vague? ... It’s because the bitching becomes inconsistent and impossible to generalize after Volume 3 so you can’t just make generic jokes to pander, isn’t it?
W. “OZPIN MORALLY GREY BUT HE NO DO GREY STUFF!” *sees this is made after Volume 6* Ah huh. Sure. Whatever. I can buy that.
X. “FUNNY MAN SAY BIRD!” Your humor is more shallow than Chibi’s.
Y. “THEY NO ADVANCE PLOT!” I love that this is shoved in with a ‘Wasted potential’ joke because if they picked up the pace, that means less time for that ‘potential’ of yours.
Z. “BUMBLEBY NOT BUILT UP!”
Me: *remembers the backlash of this part* Ha! The only laugh of the whole video and it was at his misery.
Why is this just not funny? Because comedy is all about sudden subversion. Laughter is a gut reaction to sudden changes to indicate that everything’s fine. It’s why insane laughter is so dissonant. And all Jello says is the same shit you’ve heard before. There is no subversion despite pretending there is. You will see every joke coming and thus you’ll just be bored.
But hey, at least he fucked up mocking a flawed show. It’s not like he completely missed the point of a truly great series. Nope, not once.
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💭hi chloe, congrats! could u do a dating ff!tommy head canon (like the ones you have for stiles and mitch) i miss him 🥺
under the cut! i will also link this to my masterlist, because I know how much y'all like these!
PDA
Tommy is kiiiiinda in a middle ground about PDA
He doesn’t feel the need to go over the top, but he isn’t shy about it either
He’ll kiss his girl when he wants, and he isn’t shy of affection either
Little nudges and pokes and a lot of random hugs
On a call together, he keeps it professional, of course
But in your own time? He’s a free man, and he’ll love his girl if he wants to
At the house, he can be extra with PDA, just to annoy everyone
If he gives you a little kiss, or does something which anybody teases him for, he goes into overdrive, just to annoy them
A lot of ‘my love’, ‘angel’, ‘light of my life’, ‘love of my life’, ‘hey pretty girl’
A lot of flirting too
“Oh, damn, good thing we’re firemen because you are smokin’.” and such
He will one hundred percent grab your ass and run away
You’ve actually become pretty used to it, actually
Little slaps, or pinches, or grabs, and then he just runs away laughing
Thinkin’ he’s doing something
But he still blushes when you flirt back, in literally any situation
Using a fire-related pick-up line
“Well, damn, lieutenant, you’d better come over here and handle me then.”
And his jaw would drop and he’d get cute pink cheeks
Which definitely leads to some PDA because he’ll grab your face and kiss you
The PDA gets more after a hard call but nobody says anything then
Hand holding and cuddling and playing with hair
Soft kisses and whispered reassurances while holding each other’s faces
Honestly, he’s not big on making an exhibition, but he will give out a lot of love
HANGING OUT
Hanging out happens a lot
For starters, there’s all day at work, especially on slow days when you might not even get a case
At the beginning of the relationship, that would be awesome, because ‘honeymoon phase’ and all
But once you’ve moved past that and into a more serious relationship, that can be an issue
Like if there’s been a dispute at home or one of you is on edge
So hanging out is pretty much never alone at work
And you try to break it up into chunks too
Making sure you have a girls night with Brenda at least once a week
And once a week he has a guys night, and you plan them on separate days
You actually have too much hang out time on your hands, and it can be a strain
Once you’ve got it down, though, it’s easy
Having TV shows that you binge together, and will never watch without the other
Cleaning and doing household chores together always becoming fun
Especially when you build a playlist for these jobs, and end up dancing and singing together
Also, cooking together
Which is actually usually just one of you cooking, and the other sitting on the counter just to chat
Grocery shopping alone, and making appointments alone
Just so that you always have time apart, to keep things distanced
DATE NIGHT
Date nights are hard to plan when you live together and have such busy jobs
You rarely ever actually feel the need to go out and about to have a date
Really, you just want to get in your comfies and relax together
At first, you both kind of force yourselves to go out
Making bookings and dressing up and going out for dinner
You feel like you owe it to yourselves at the beginning
Even though you don’t need to do the small talk and whatnot
After that, drive through dates in the middle of the night, or going on walks in the park count as dates
And after that, you honestly stop counting dates
You’re just together
Long before you move in together, you’re already basically living together
You drive home from work together, and choose who’s place to crash at
So dates as a concept are pretty irrelevant after a pretty short amount of time
SEX
Oh, don’t even get me started on this
He’s always horny after regular cases
Watching you go into ‘action mode’, he loves it
And you feel the same about him
Definitely having hooked up in the showers a few times at work while you were still in that phase
His hand over your mouth and trying not to let the sounds be too obvious
Trying to keep quiet and failing at it
You’re pretty sure everyone knows, but nobody said anything
Also fucking in one of the firetrucks and the ambulance
When you get a little more self-control, morning sex is usually the way forwards
Because you’re both always so tired after shifts
So morning sex is usually the way to go
If it is morning sex, it’s always sloppy and clingy and passionate
Slow thrusts and wandering hands and deep kisses
Shower sex is also a regular visitor in the morning sex regime
“It’s hot, and easy clean-up, and it’s hot. I see no downsides.”
He loves shower sex
However, if you’ve been out with the team, you’re probably both a little tipsy
Team nights lead to drinking, lead to Thomas openly saying how much he loves how hot his girlfriend is and getting wandering hands
Also kinda sloppy and clingy sex
But a lot hotter
Because you have more energy than mornings, and you’ve got a little liquor behind it
So it’s the times when you both get a little wilder
Day off sex is different, though
Day off sex is much more like making love than just fucking
Because it’s a lazy day, so you’re both in pyjamas
And he’s just turned on because he loves you so much
It’s quite literally just ‘seriously, you’re so cute and I love you so much’ sex
Wearing his oversized shirts and sweatpants and odd socks
And he’s wearing plaid pants or sweats and old shirts
Literally nothing sexy about it but damn you just have so much love
So those are the days where he takes you apart piece by piece
Slow and deep, so much love and kisses
Dirty talk is more just loving confessions
It’s not “I’m gonna have you screaming my name” like drunk sex or morning sex
But it more like “I’m gonna love you forever, I swear it”
Yeah, he’s always clingy, though
AFTERCARE
Big on aftercare. Big big big.
He’s always affectionate but he’s extra affectionate after sex
Brushing your hair back out of your face
If he got messy, he gets a cloth and cleans you up
Plus a lot of cuddling
“You want anything? Some water, I want some water. You want a snack?”
Sometimes you do, sometimes you don’t
If you do, he helps you out on some loose clothes and makes something simple like poptarts
If you don’t he gets you water when he gets his own and brings it to bed
Always helps you get back into some kind of pyjamas afterwards
Even if it’s just throwing them to you if you’re not completely fucked out
Cuddling under the covers afterwards
And it doesn’t get awkward, either
two seconds later, once you’re all cuddled up, he’ll jump right in with “so, guess what my mom texted before-”
And he just skips into the gossip and chatter without any awkwardness
THINGS YOU STEAL FROM EACH OTHER
Ohhh a lot
You wear a lot of his hoodies and shirts and coats
He likes things to be comfortably big on himself, so they’re quite large on you
He steals your slippers and fluffy for a while
Your place has hardwood floors but his has carpets, so when he comes over, his feet get cold
He stretches out your socks and slippers
So you start buying them bigger so they’re comfortable for him
He doesn’t realise until he sees you trip over the extra-long toe length one day
So he buys you your own
You now have like 15 pairs that are alternated around
Honestly, each other’s phones
What do you have to hide from him? You work together, you live together, you have the same friends
So, you use one another’s phones
To get in the groupchat and just reply, or to call someone or send a text
It’s really just about whoever’s phone is closest
He steals your netflix account before moving in
And you steal his spotify premium
His car
It’s cooler and has a smoother drive and you like it
So you like to drive his car around a lot
He always subtly complains about it
“That car is my baby.”
“I thought I was your baby.”
“You’re my angel.”
But he always hands over the keys willingly
And he complains about adjusting the seat after you’ve used it
But he buys the air fresheners you like
PICK UP LINES HE LIKES TO USE
A lot of straight-up firemen puns
“Get rid of your smoke detector, sleep with a fireman.”
“The fire might be out, but you’re smokin’ hot.”
I’m a fireman. I’m an expert in what’s hot.”
But he’s also soft and cheesy and in love with his paramedic girlfriend so
“I’m glad you know CPR, because you just took my breath away.”
“Do you have a band-aid? Because I scraped my knees falling for you.”
“If you’re here, who’d running heaven?”
“Your hand looks heavy, want me to hold it for you?”
“I just stole a kiss. Want it back? Come get it.”
GOING ON CALLS TOGETHER
He's a professional little baby
He won’t let his love for you get in the way, because he knows you’ll yell at him for it
He has a job to do, and he learned the hard way that he has to prioritise that
A lot of arguments and tearful confessions and deep chats made the understanding
But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a few traditions
If it’s just a regular case with him going into a building and you staying outside, it’s the usual
Whispered reassurances as a plan is formed
Before you lock your pinkies, and pull each other close, and kiss your thumbs
It started because you kept bumping your head on his helmet when you tried to give him quick kisses
And then getting in trouble for kissing on the scene when one of the local papers reported on workplace romances
And you aren’t technically doing anything wrong but it made you both mad
So it became a pinky lock, and kissing the edges of your own hand
Because that’s the best you could get
However, if you have to go into a building, he checks your kit himself
You gave up fighting him on it
The only way he was gonna feel reassured was if he’d checked it all himself
Just allowing him to do so at this point
Bumping your helmets together softly before you go inside
When you go inside, you always walk behind him
He never directly demanded that when you were working out boundaries after an argument
But you know it makes him feel better
Always sticking close to his side, and remembering the flashlight technique he’d taught you if you wander off
After cases, when you get back to the firehouse, you always have reassuring little kisses
And that’s his time to support you
Always letting you check him over, even when he’s not hurt
Because he knows that it makes you feel better
And if you have to take a detour to the hospital with patients, he makes sure he has a mug of tea and a snack ready for you when you get back
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love, always. (5)
↳ oikawa tooru x f!reader
description: 3 years since the accident and you’ve regained most of your memories back, but there’s still one missing puzzle piece that only your boyfriend’s best friend can complete. the question is, will you let him?
genre: angst, past lovers, amnesia
warnings: mentions of alcohol/intoxication
a/n: it’s oikawa simp hours for me hhhh hope u guys enjoy this one.
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flashback - wedding reception
At some point, you could tell that most people have probably gotten sick of you and your boyfriend looking at each other like there was no tomorrow.
How could you help it, though?
He just looked so damn handsome in a suit and tie with his silver specs on. He truly embodied the word ‘sophisticated’ like it was made for him. Also adding the fact that he turned heads wherever he went and it was mostly girls your age who would send him lingering looks. Honestly, if you had the chance, you wanted to keep him all for yourself.
He, on the other hand, was claiming how you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life and that he was happy to show you off.
Ridiculous, but sweet. You knew he only said that so you wouldn’t get jealous of the attention he was receiving from the other girls.
“This love has taken its toll on me,” he mouthed the lyrics to Love This by Maroon 5 as you two grooved to the booming music on the dance floor.
“She said goodbye,” you sang along, swaying your hips to the beat. “Too many times before!”
He twirled you around while you laughed, almost tripping from your heels until he gracefully caught you.
“Her heart is breaking in front of me,” he continued singing, pressing your foreheads together with a grin.
You two didn’t care about anything and anyone else—it was like you had the world to yourselves and everyone else were just mere background. In the first place, you believed other things didn’t matter as long as you had Tooru around. The guy always brought out the best in you and you wanted no one else in this whole vast universe but him.
Through the night, the newlywed couple later found themselves dancing next to you.
“Aww,” your sister, Karina, nudged you teasingly. Her husband Kenji was holding her by the waist. “You guys make me think you got married instead of us.”
Tooru sent you a flirty wink. “Maybe soon.”
You let out a giggle. “Propose to me first!”
“Ooh. You heard her,” Kenji encouraged, patting your boyfriend’s back.
Oikawa puffed out his cheeks and exhaled. “Jeez, the pressure is on.”
His expression made you squeeze his cheeks like a baby. You absolutely adored his humor and just how easily he could get along with anyone. It was no surprise to see why people seem to be fond of him easily, despite you initially disliking him, because Tooru was actually a very fun guy the more you get to know him. Everyone always found a way to like this man.
Well, except your dad.
Which reminded you of something so you suddenly turned to Karina. “Did dad even reconcile with Kenji prior to the wedding?”
Kenji gave you a reassuring smile. “We did talk a little. He‘s becoming a lot nicer these days.”
“Oh, that’s good, I guess.” You sighed in relief.
The reason for you asking was because Karina got pregnant straight out of college which obviously infuriated your father because he insisted that she wasted her pre-law degree only to end up as a housewife.
The only thing that put him at ease was the fact that Kenji also came from a family of lawyers so he considered that they would be ‘useful’ in the future.
But basically, this was still a shotgun wedding before Karina’s pregnant belly becomes more evident because your precious daddy couldn’t let her eldest daughter be called names by your judgmental relatives. That was Asian culture for you.
Still. For fuck’s sake, it was the 21st century. It wasn’t like she was underaged—she was a woman in her early 20’s and most people actually start settling down at her age.
“Congrats and enjoy the night guys!” Oikawa said his wishes for the newlyweds before you two excused yourselves off the dance floor.
He took your gentle hand and brought you with him to a direction you weren’t familiar with.
“Babe, where we goin’?” you inquired.
He placed a light kiss on your hand. “There’s this awesome place I want you to see.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“It’s kinda a restricted area,” he whispered, showing his infamous smirk.
You poked his cheek. “Take me.”
It turned out that the ‘awesome place’ as labeled by Tooru Oikawa was up the rooftop where you could see the gorgeous Matsushima Bay. Of course, you couldn’t see much at night but you could see the bay through the faint lights from the area that surrounded it.
“What a view!” you squeled in utter delight, racing towards the edge of the rooftop. “What’s with you and water?”
“Turquoise is my color for a reason.”
Soon after, he wrapped his arms around your waist while planting a loving kiss on your temple. The night was cold but you felt warm from his touch.
Nothing else was going through your head except the thought of your boyfriend. You were literally head empty, just full of thoughts of this guy. Just the thought of a future with him, you, and the life ahead of you two.
There were so many paths to take for the ‘future’, but you were certain that you were going to be in the path that leads to him.
“I really think we could do it,” you spoke your thoughts, tilting your face towards him. “Like, we can just runaway together.”
His gaze met yours. “What do you mean?”
You turned around to look at his face better. “I don’t have to go to law school. I just wanna be with you. We can start a new life after we graduate next month and just figure it out together.”
“Babe.” He gently ran his thumb over your cheek. “Love those very realistic ideas. Keep them coming.”
You retaliated with a playful punch on his shoulder. “I’m serious!”
“Aah—I know, baby. Go on.”
“So, like, we can get married and... shit, I don’t know. Be spontaneous and free,” you explained in growing excitement. “It’s amazing how you introduced me to this kind of life, you know? I learned to appreciate how fun it is to actually just live free and to just do what I want without anyone telling me this and that. I don’t feel suffocated when I’m with you.”
Tooru had a hesitant look on his face but still seemed like he was seriously reconsidering it. “I haven’t figured out what I’m gonna do after high school.”
“Exactly,” you agreed. “But, baby, we can figure it out together! Just you and me. Maybe you’ll continue playing volleyball and I swear to the heavens that I’ll be there to support you.”
He sighed, pulling you closer, eyes gleaming under the moonlight as he stared at you. “You really, truly, from the bottom of your heart, think we can do it?”
You nodded without a hint of reluctance. “Yes. I trust my life with you.”
The smile on his face was priceless and it was a smile you couldn’t ever forget, like a clear photograph from your memory that would stay with you until the day you die. He showed you how ecstatic he was to hear those sincere words from you because never did he think that he would have someone that would trust their life with him.
“I’m glad you think that.”
In a haste move, he pulled you for a soft yet passionate kiss that gave you the feeling of love and content.
“Let’s do it,” he said as he pulled away.
You were about to squeal out of joy until a stranger’s voice interrupted your sweet moment.
“Hey! This is a restricted area!”
You both turned to see the caretaker lighting his flashlight in your direction.
“Oh, shit.”
“Oops,” you mumbled. Since the situation called for an urgent retreat, Tooru grabbed your hand and got you both to escape the old man’s line of sight.
You two ran and ran and ran—laughing and filling yourselves with the adrenaline rush until you made it back to the pathway leading to the reception hall.
And by surprise, you halted to a sudden stop the exact moment your father appeared in front of you.
You swiftly fixed your hair and flattened the crease on your dress while you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t miss your father’s scrutinizing gaze—from the messy lipstick on your mouth to the red tint on Tooru’s lips.
“Dad,” you quietly spoke.
Oikawa politely bowed at him.
Your father kept his sanity intact by drinking from the glass of scotch on his hand while fixing a cold stare towards your boyfriend. “It seems that you’re always finding a way to mess around, making my daughter run around like a fool to accompany you with your childish antics. You know I’m gonna have to ground her if she keeps seeing a stupid boy like you.”
“Dad!” you hissed. You were taken aback, unable to believe he was saying all that.
However, Tooru simply returned a courteous smile. “No disrespect, sir, I know nothing about parenting 101 but it looks like you don’t even know your daughter enough.”
Your dad put down his glass and narrowed his stare at your boyfriend. “You have guts, I tell you that. You’re too proud for a guy who hasn’t figured out his pathetic life. What future can you even give her with all that worthless pride?”
“Unfortunately, the future isn’t something we can easily predict.” He looked at your father, unfazed. “But even if the future is unpredictable, I’ll try my very best to make her feel like she won at life for choosing me. So... don’t ever forget my worthless pride.”
Your father kept his menacing stare at him while you squeezed Tooru’s hand in appreciation. It was amazing how he could keep a brave face on and defend himself in front of a man who worked for one of the largest law firms in Japan.
“I’m sending her to America,” your dad announced. “She’s going to study law and—”
“I’m not going to America, dad!” you protested through heavy breathing.
Tooru intertwined your hands tightly. “You can send her wherever you want. That’s out of my control.” He looked at your confused eyes with his own assurance. “But you can’t stop me from following her, right?”
You were left in daze at his words.
It was his way of declaring that he would never give you up because nothing could ever break you two apart. Not even your dad, your mom, or even God himself.
In his world and in yours, only the two of you mattered and you feared that you liked that idea way more than you should.
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You never expected that the beach would be Oikawa’s choice for the group’s weekend getaway. Because it was his birthday, he decided to hold his celebration by renting a beach house with his closest friends from high school.
There wasn’t a lot of ‘close friends’—just the addition of Matsukawa and Hanamaki aside from you and Iwa (and of course, Mina).
Those four guys have spent their high school life playing in the same team so they were very much familiar with each other’s personalities. Sadly, you didn’t remember much of your memories with Mattsun and Makki but you did recall going to school with them.
“If I had the chance to erase my memories, I’d wish I didn’t remember Oikawa too,” Hanamaki claimed as he sat on a folding chair.
Oikawa was fast to kick him. “Makki! Can you shut up for a second?”
You suppressed a chuckle, situating yourself on the beach towel that you’ve neatly placed on the sand.
Hanamaki didn’t argue back for the birthday boy’s sake. Instead, he relaxed on his seat while putting his sunglasses on.
“I’m gonna go get a drink, anyone want one?” Tooru asked and soon gained lots of yes-es from the two guys.
“I want beer,” Matsukawa requested which was followed by Makki’s “Me, too.”
“Fuck this. Am I your servant?”
Still, Oikawa left the beach side and headed back to the house to get whatever refreshment he could get. He happened to have met with Iwa on the way back who spoke a few words with him before your boyfriend made his way to you.
“Hey, sexy. Are you gonna swim?” Iwaizumi asked, taking off his shirt and placing it next to you. You could tell he was looking forward to go and take a nice dip at the ocean.
You nodded, adjusting your bikini top. “Yeah, probably in a bit. I think I left my sunscreen at our room.”
“Want me to get it?” he kindly offered.
To which you rejected. “No, it’s fine. I’ll get it,” you said, getting up to leave. “You can go swim first, babe.”
“Alright, come back quick.”
Mattsun then came to drag Iwa with him. “It’s time to swim Cali boy. She’s not gonna leave.”
You smiled at the two before heading your way back to the beach house.
The first thing you saw when you reached the place was Oikawa rummaging through the chest fridge. He didn’t seem to have noticed you because he kept humming to this familiar melody.
It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you
Your heart raced.
“You love Maroon 5,” you spoke your thoughts.
He turned to look at you. “Hm?”
“You love Maroon 5,” it sounded like a statement more than a question. “I-I don’t know but something tells me you like them...”
He stood straight with wide eyes. “I do.”
You honestly thought Oikawa becoming suddenly distant the other day was just because of his bad mood but he looked like he was still contemplating about talking to you.
The odd thing was, you wondered why it bothered you so much.
“Tooru,” you called for his attention. “Are you avoiding me?”
He got out his trance and gave you a casual but insincere smile. “Why would I?”
“I don’t know. You just seem so—” you trailed off when his eyes landed on your gold necklace.
His gaze lingered on it. “That looks nice,” he commented.
Your fingers clutched the infinity charm. “Oh, I found this in my old jewelry box. I don’t know where I got it but it’s really beautiful.”
“Maybe someone gave it to you?” he casually asked, turning around so you couldn’t see his face anymore.
However, you were distracted by the muscles on his back that he was unknowingly flexing. God forbid your thoughts because you found him really sexy.
You shrugged, shaking your unacceptable thoughts away. “I guess so. I wish I remember.”
“Hey!” Mina came skipping out of the room in her cute pink bikini. “Were you guys waiting for me?”
Her sudden appearance made you avert your eyes away from Tooru at the same time he cleared his throat and did the same.
“I was actually just about to get my sunscreen,” you explained, suddenly panicking because you weren’t planning to stay that long.
She beamed at you while waving her sunscreen. “Oh, don’t worry I have one you can use.”
“Right.”
In an instant, Mina looped her arm around yours and pulled you towards the beach as Tooru followed behind.
All the while, Tooru kept exchanging glances with you every now and then—even after you’ve reunited with the rest of the guys, even when your boyfriend held you in his arms, even when Mina was sitting on his lap—his eyes always seemed to find a way to return back to you.
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The rest of the day went well. You guys enjoyed basking in the afternoon sun with all the swimming and sunbathing and at one point, the guys threw the birthday boy to the ocean while he was screaming like a child.
You also had a few chitchat with Mina who told you stories of her life in Argentina and how she was actually a teacher for a Japanese school there. She happened to have met Oikawa because they practically lived next to each other and he would often greet her.
When nighttime came, the guys decided to drown themselves in alcohol and play a few rounds of truth and dare so you all formed a circle at the patio with a bottle spinning in the middle.
The very lucky person who was up to take the first challenge was, surprisingly, your boyfriend.
“Hajime, truth or dare,” Makki asked, urging your boyfriend to drink from his red cup. They’ve already drank a couple of drinks prior to the game so you knew that they were already tipsy. You and Mina have decided to stay sober in case everything becomes a mess after this night.
Iwa took the shot before instinctively placing a hand on your thigh. “Dare.”
“Iwa-chan, I dare you to say I’m the most handsome guy you’ve ever met.” Oikawa grinned at him in mischief. He was seated right across you so could see his face clearly.
“You’re so shitty,” Iwaizumi mumbled. “Oikawa is the most handsome guy I’ve ever met.”
“Iwa-chan!” Tooru was jokingly reaching to hug your boyfriend who then rejected his advances. Their love-hate friendship was honestly just so quirky and adorable.
Mattsun snorted at Oikawa. “You really are a simpleton.”
The next bottle ended up with Makki who was dared by Oikawa to take off all of his clothes and keep his boxers on. Makki was claiming that he never would have done it without Tooru’s birthday privilege.
For the third spin, Mattsun picked truth and Oikawa was mocking the guy for being a ‘pussy’.
“I choose truth ‘cause I never lie,” Mattsun told him.
Oikawa sipped from his cup. “Fine. Crucial question: do you look at your shit before you flush it?”
“Fuck you.”
You were laughing the whole time because the game was becoming more and more ridiculous—well, until the next bottle ended up on you.
“I’ll take the shot. She can’t drink,” Iwa insisted, grabbing the cup from you and drinking all of the vodka mix on your behalf.
Even if you chose not to drink, you could still play. “I’ll choose dare.”
Weirdly, everyone turned to Oikawa to call the dare and he was caught off guard, obviously unprepared to think of a dare for you.
“I don’t know...” Tooru scratched the back of his head and Mina was nudging him to think quickly. His eyes found its way back to you with a careful but longing gaze. “I dare you to—”
He didn’t get the chance to continue because Makki suddenly threw up on the floor.
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As expected, you and Mina took care of the cleaning because the guys did make a mess. After Makki’s vomiting moment, the three other guys continued drinking until they all ended up too intoxicated to function.
“I’ll take him to bed,” you told Mina, getting a drunk Iwa to hold on to your shoulder. “He’s never had this much alcohol before.”
Mina quickly nodded. “Sure, you guys need to rest. I’ll also head to bed soon after cleaning this up.”
You turned around to look for Oikawa who seemed to be dragging Mattsun and Makki to their rooms.
“Makki, get your hands off me!” You heard Oikawa complain from a distance causing you to chuckle lightly.
Although you struggled to take Hajime to your room, you still thankfully managed to get him to lay in bed. His body was sprawled on the mattress and you took a moment to catch your breath while you sat at the edge of the bed.
“Jesus,” you muttered, exhaling a heavy breath. “You’re so heavy, you know?”
You caressed his cheek but he was barely sober to even respond. You soon tried to unbutton his shirt so he could sleep comfortably, however he caught your wrist.
“B-Babe... I-I can’t have sex right now.”
You kept yourself from laughing. “Dumbass, I’m just unbuttoning your shirt so you can breathe.”
It was hard labor, but you eventually got him to undress and he later stirred from his position so he could lay on his stomach.
“Hey...” he slurred, eyes barely open.
There was a loving smile on your face as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Yes?”
“Do you... Do you see the way Oikawa looks at you?” He let out a painful laugh. “And... The way you look at h-him... I’ve seen it before...”
The smile on your face quickly faded.
“Hajime, don’t say stupid things,” you responded in hard refusal.
“It’s not stupid... Y-You know who’s stupid?” he blabbered. “Me! Heh... I’m fucking stupid.”
You didn’t know where this was coming from but thinking about it was giving you a multitude of emotions at once. These emotions felt like waves of overwhelming feelings with no certain direction. You wished you could ask what he meant but you were starting to feel some pain on your head and you knew it was best not to stress yourself.
“Go to sleep,” you said, kissing him softly on the cheek and pulling the covers over him. “I’ll just get some water.”
The lights were already turned off when you headed to the kitchen but you didn’t bother opening them because you were busy rubbing the back of your head to ease the pain. The last time you had this much pain was during one of your early therapy sessions where you had to undergo a series of mental assessments.
With a loud exhausted sigh, you went to open the fridge and get yourself a bottle of water.
“Everything okay?”
You jumped out of surprise to see Oikawa’s figure looming behind you.
“H-Hey,” you exhaled a nervous laugh. “You scared me.”
He also grabbed a bottle of water from behind, chugging the liquid while keeping an eye on you.
“You don’t look okay,” he noted. “Are you in pain?���
You shook your head and walked towards the kitchen counter. “I’m fine. It’s probably from carrying Iwa.”
Just like the guys, Tooru had a few drinks too and yet he was looking pretty sober right now. Probably tipsy, but he was still thinking straight.
Though when he moved closer to you, you started to feel anxious. The proximity between you and him was causing your heart to accelerate as if it was going to burst.
You remembered Iwa’s words just a few minutes ago when he pointed out how Oikawa looked at you. It must have been bad that your boyfriend pointed out the way you and his best friend were looking at each other like there was a deep connection going on.
“Tooru, you should probably—”
Another sharp pain on your head caused you to wince.
“Shit, you’re not okay,” he said, reaching to place a hand on your head. “How painful is it?”
You swallowed hard upon realizing that he was now standing just a few inches from you. Despite the pain on your head, his distracting presence made it lessen a bit.
“Here?” he asked, rubbing the back of your head.
You simply nodded, eyes once again never leaving each other. There must be some kind of explanation to the intense emotions you were feeling for him right now.
Because you couldn’t seem to think properly.
All you knew was that you were feeling attached to a guy you shared no old memories with.
“Tooru...”
His face was so close that you could smell his minty breath. He was taking a good look on your face while getting drowned in his own abyss of thoughts. At that moment, you wished you had the ability to read minds because you wanted to explore his deepest thoughts.
“Mm?”
“This isn’t right.”
“I know.”
The hand that was rubbing your head was now on your cheek, gently caressing you.
Both of you were breathing heavily.
Then he had his forehead pressed against yours and you placed a hand on his chest while forcing yourself to think straight.
But it was too late.
Because when his lips brushed against yours, you didn’t get to stop him when he fully kissed you.
Your initial reaction was to pull away and look at him with wide eyes. “Tooru, what are you doing?”
“I...” He blinked through his shiny eyes. “I can’t help it.”
Yet none of you moved away. In fact, when he kissed you again, your body started moving on its own and you were shamelessly kissing him back. You were letting him devour you with his passionate kisses like you’ve wanted it, too.
You were fully sober but his kisses were beyond intoxicating. It was full of yearning and desire and other nostalgic emotions that you couldn’t explain. His lips were soft and sweet like honey—the sound of your kissing gave you these intense butterflies.
The way his lips moved against yours made it look like you two have been doing this many times before.
This was fucking wrong.
He was your boyfriend’s best friend.
You pushed him off, “Tooru, w-we can’t.”
As you were looking at him with eyes full of regret, you caught sight of another figure standing from the corner who looked at you two with great inexplicable pain.
“Mina...”
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CONGRATS ON 1K !!! can u do yamaguchi for fluff #5 ily ily ily
“see them, how he looks at her as if she’s the only person he sees, that’s love”
pairing: tadashi yamaguchi x female reader
cw: fluff, angst outsider couple (mentions of cheating), language
word count: 1000+
a/n: thank you so much and i love you too bby, this had mild angst for a random couple and hella fluff for the reader and yamaguchi
summary: in which a couple just about to break up watches you and yamaguchi on a date, seeing what a true couple should look like
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The couple stared at each other, pent up anger and hatred searing through them. They had gone out for a walk, finding themself sitting on a park bench as the confession to cheating and loss of love came from their mouths. He stared at her as if she was nothing, as if their whole relationship had meant nothing, which it clearly had. “Three years and you sleep with your boss’ daughter.” She whispered, she had been repeating the same thing over and over again.
Hands on her face as she felt numb, tears streaming down her face. “I still love you though, I...I always will.” He was trying to fix the relationship, but how fucking dare he. The woman looked down crying even more, he tried to touch her, but she shrugged him away.
They heard the squeals behind them, you and Yamaguchi hand in hand as you went to find a spot for your picnic. Even if the woman felt like today was the worst day in the entire world, to others it was probably the best. “You ch...cheat on me and still say you l...love me.” She sobs looking up into the bright sun, for such a broiling day she felt ever so sad.
She watched as the two of you sat in front of them a couple feet away, Yamaguchi still holding your hand as he placed the blanket on the floor. She continued staring, how your boyfriend sat down arms open for you to rest your body against his own. His hands wrapped around you as he left a small kiss across your shoulder. You both were happy, something she wasn’t feeling at the time.
“I do…” The man trailed off, he tried to see where his girlfriend was looking but could only see the two of you. “Baby, talk to me please.”
He reached out to grab her, but she moved his hand away, she didn’t know why she had even given him the time of day to justify the cheating. “You don’t get to call me that, fucking hell y…” She tried to wipe away the tears, make herself be strong “…you broke a relationship, a happy one, we could’ve had a future, we could’ve been happy together.”
“We still can have one, please give me one more chance, that’s all I’m asking, one more chance.” It was a lie, and she knew it, he had no remorse. Everything about this was a power play so he could have the security of a woman at home to fuck, to clean for him, to be a maid whilst he went about cheating. She faced back at the couple in front of her. Yamaguchi passed you some fruit as you opened your mouth to take it.
She could hear you laughing as he tried to drop it into your mouth but missed. The young love in front of her that she had wasted with a cheater. She stared and stared, eyes welling up as she missed when she had the type of relationship you and your boyfriend had. She watched how you snuggled closer into his arm, kissing his cheek as he became flustered.
“I can’t, I don’t want to, you made the choice to cheat, I...I can’t okay.” She wanted to leave but his grip on her wrist made her stay before she looked back at him. The lying and cheating face she had fallen in love with in front of her, his grip stayed firm as she tried to move away from him.
“Just please one more chance, I deserve that right, I love you.” The sadistic smile he had to reassure her that they could have a future was filled with malice and the tears and mascara continued to stream down.
“You don’t.” She whispers standing up, she points to the two of you. Both in your own world as you sat between Yamaguchi’s legs, the comfort and love he brought you. “See them, how he looks at her as if she’s the only person he sees, that’s love”
He stared at the two of you, a fresh new couple who had everything going for them. He looked down at his hand on her wrist, his ex’s wrist. He couldn’t let her go, he couldn’t, he had to fight for her. The grumbling noise of thunder emerged before a downpour of showers occurred, it hadn’t been scheduled to rain but in an instant the couple heard shouting and laughing.
“Tadashi, you said it wasn’t going to rain.” You pout at the boy quickly getting up as he packed the stuff away, your hair dripping wet.
Yamaguchi looked at you happily, his gaze across the sundress you wore which now stuck to your skin. “Come on baby, how was I supposed to know? I’ll order us some dinner to make up for it.” He reached out for your hand as you happily took it with a plan in mind.
“Baby, let's play.” You chuckled before grabbing his other hand and making him let go of the basket as you ran out under the trees and into the rain. Feeling the trickles of water come down both your faces as you went up and messed his hair.
He grabbed your waist with an ease, he felt comfortable enough to do anything with you in public. “You’re going to get sick.” He kissed your temple before kissing your lips, the rain mixing in between the kiss, as your hands went to his damp locks and his own tightly on your waist. The couple had watched the interaction, watched how you both stayed in the rain kissing.
It was something that would never occur between them anymore, he looked at her as she continued to look at you both. “They’ll never fall out of love.” She mutters making him ease his grip on her wrist. At the sign of this she moved his hand away before stuffing her hands in the pocket.
The rain gave her an excuse for her crying, tears poured out as she finally walked away, the last words she heard was the parting kiss between you and your boyfriend and the I love you’s that followed.
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hey!! I love your writing and was wondering if u could do a scenario of either iwaizumi or kuroo where they hit the ball too hard and it hits their s/o which also happens to be the manager of their team
Thank you for this request! I hope it’s okay that i decided to write them both cause duh.
Iwaizumi + Kuroo Hitting Their S/O with a Volleyball
➣Iwaizumi
“ Iwa-chan, if you stare at her much longer, she’s going to file a restraining order against you,” Oikawa teased as Iwaizumi peeled his eyes off of you and sent a glare towards his teammate who was getting ready to serve,” not to mention your eyes are practically bulging out of your head and it’s making you look like a toad.”
Iwaizumi slapped the volleyball out of Oikawa’s hands as a small whine came out of the setter’s mouth. Iwaizumi held in his laughter as he watched Oikawa run after the ball and turned his attention back to you.
Iwaizumi had no shame, you two had been dating for a short time but now it wasn’t as big of a deal if you caught him staring at you versus before the two of you got together. You weren’t his first girlfriend but so far, things were already looking out to be good between the two of you.
There haven’t been any fights or any signs of problems so Iwaizumi had nothing to worry about. Everything worked out perfectly, he was always busy with volleyball but since you were the manager for Aoba Johsai, you two still got to see each other and hang out normally.
As long as you two didn’t hurt each other, he could see things working out in his favor.
Of course, he would be speaking too soon.
“ Hey, less staring and more serving,” You teased as you walked past him carrying a heavy cardboard box filled with some workout gear,” if you practiced as much as you stared at my ass, you would be number one in Japan.”
Iwaizumi scanned the room quickly to make sure no one was looking and gave you a hard smack on your butt, causing you to yell back a stern, “Hajime!”
He only chuckled as he grabbed a ball from one of the baskets and started to practice his serves. The Spring High Preliminaries were only a few weeks away but Iwaizumi already felt so confident in himself that they would have the chance to compete in Nationals.
He had never trained this hard before and he was in his element, not only was he serving harder than ever before, he felt like everything else simply went away when he was playing.
That’s why he didn’t notice you walking straight into his serve on the other side of the court. He shouted for your name but it was already too late. The ball collided right into your cheek and you cried out in pain as you fell over, sending the boxes straight to the ground.
Iwaizumi just stood there for a second because no way did that actually just happen, he could’ve sworn it only happened in the movies but once he heard you crying out his name, his legs went on autopilot.
Iwaizumi ran over to you and practically jumped over a first-year, thinking crapcrapcrapcrap as he slid against the floor and hovered over your body,” Y/N! Shit I am so sorry, can you hear me? Y/N are you okay?”
You nodded but your face said otherwise as tears leaked out of your eyes. Your whole face was flushed red and there was a huge mark on the right side of your cheek where you got hit. Your whole body felt sore from hitting the ground but you still managed to hold up a thumbs up.
“ Iwa-chan you could’ve killed her!” Oikawa exclaimed as he kneeled beside his friend,” luckily, your serves aren’t as deadly as mine, otherwise she would definitely be unconscious.”
You and Iwaizumi both stopped panicking for a moment to glare back at Oikawa as he raised his hands defensively and backed away from the crime scene.
“ It’s my fault, I should’ve paid attention to where I was walking,” You insisted as you tried to stand up but Iwaizumi stopped you from doing so,” I’m okay, really. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”
“ I’m going to take you to the nurse, you could have a concussion,” Iwaizumi said as you waved him off.
“ Hajime, I don’t need-”
“ Shut up and let me carry you,” Iwaizumi huffed before he scooped you up in his arms and carried you bridal style to the nurse,” god you’re so stubborn, you know that?”
He knew you were pretty headstrong and most of the time, he let it slide but since it was a matter of your health, he just ignored you whining on about how you didn’t need to see the nurse.
It was silent most of the way to the nurse as if you both had a feeling that there was a good possibility that you had a concussion but when the nurse actually confirmed it, Iwaizumi’s heart sank.
No matter how much you tried to convince him that you felt fine, he knew it was 100% his fault and he felt even guiltier when the nurse told you that you should take a day off from school.
“ Don’t worry, I’m gonna be right by your side all day tomorrow, okay?” Iwaizumi reassured you as he walked you back home,” I got all of your homework from your teachers but you don’t have to worry about it cause I’ll help you through it.”
“ Hajime, you still have school. You can’t miss it just because I have a concussion. Trust me, I’ll be fine without you.”
“ Please just let me take care of you. I already feel shitty as it is, let me look after you for my own sanity,” Iwaizumi sighed as you bit the inside of your cheek.
His teammates always saw him to be serious most of the time and sometimes a bit too brash but when it came to you, he was so sensitive and even though you felt perfectly fine, you eventually caved in,” Okay, only because you’re begging me. Remember, you have to take care of me so that means you have to give me sooo much attention and you can’t complain.”
“ I never complain,” Iwaizumi huffed as he pulled you in closer to his side.
➣Kuroo
“ Please Tetsuro, just one quick game. It always looks so fun watching you guys play and it’s not like I’m terrible,” You pouted as your shoes squeaked against Nekoma’s gym floors,” I’ll let you take Kenma and I’ll even have Lev on my team if it makes it easier for you.”
Kuroo wrapped his hands around your waist and hummed as if he was considering your offer. You were the manager for the boy’s volleyball team but you always pestered your boyfriend to let you play because he knew you got bored on the sidelines.
“ Fine, only because you asked so nicely,” Kuroo smirked as he leaned down to plant a light kiss on your lips before calling some of the boys over.
He took Kenma and Yaku while you had Lev and Teshiro and you each took your spots on opposite sides of the net.
“ You know babe, I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you’re a girl,” Kuroo said with a wink as you rolled your eyes.
“ I’d be offended if you did Captain,” You teased back as Lev took his spot to serve.
For the most part, you could keep up with the boys and while Kuroo got some spikes past you, you managed to return the favor and send them flying his way. The score was tied at this point and you looked up at Kuroo through the net, who was resting his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
“You know you can stop going easy on me or wait, are you playing at your best?” You mocked playfully as you wiped some of the sweat off of your forehead with the back of your hand.
Kuroo could only let out a hasty laugh; even though he wasn’t playing at 110%, he wasn’t holding back on anything and that’s why he was so exhausted.
“ You’re gonna regret that babe,” Kuroo sighed as the next point went into play.
You watched closely as Lev spiked the ball over but Yaku easily slid down to reach it, sending the ball up in the air for Kenma to set.
Focus, just focus you thought as Kenma set the ball over to Kuroo.
You waited and counted to three before jumping up and spread your fingers out. You were directly in his path and you both knew that there was no way around it. Kuroo took a steady breath and slammed the ball down as hard as he could, sending the ball straight into your nose.
Kuroo saw it all happen in slow motion, once the ball hit you right in the face, the ball rolled over the net and onto his side but he didn’t care about the winning point. He watched helplessly as you grabbed your nose in pain and hit the floor with a loud thud.
You groaned and held tight onto your nose, trying your best to not get any blood on the gym floor because you knew you would have to clean it up later.
“ Motherfucker,” You cried out in pain as you started to feel tears stream down your face,” i-is it broken?”
Kuroo kneeled beside you as Kenma quickly went over to the bench to grab a towel,” I- uh there’s a lot of blood can’t see but I don’t think so. Fuck, does it hurt baby?”
“ Of course it hurts! You pummeled me in the face,” You whined as Kuroo quickly grabbed the towel from Kenma’s hand and held it against your nose,” did I block it?”
Kuroo’s mind was going all over the place, he was more worried about him hurting you than if you had won or not and it took you asking three more times before he heard you,” Yeah you blocked it with your face dummy, congrats you won. I’m gonna take you to the nurse okay?”
“ Yes please,” You groaned sarcastically as Kuroo carried you in his arms and you let out a laugh,” I can walk perfectly fine thank you very much.”
“ I know but I look more heroic like this,” Kuroo teased back to clear some of the tension,” but god, Y/N I’m sorry I almost killed you. I’ll make it up to you baby I promise. ”
“ Don’t flatter yourself Tetsuro, the spike wasn’t that hard,” You said as you pointed to your nose” you better hope you didn’t break my face, this is my moneymaker right here.”
Kuroo was thankful you weren’t angry at him but he still felt so guilty because you both knew it hurt way more than it looked,” You’re beautiful no matter what babe...but see? I told you I wouldn’t take it easy on you.”
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🧸 Congrats on 50! It is very much so deserved and so are all the future followers! If it’s not too much could I request a fluffy blurb with the one and only Remus Lupin, like a classic friends to lovers awkward and sweet first date shenanigans? Ilyyyy
thank u my beloved anon! <3
i think i’m in love with you. (pt. 1???)
pairing - remus lupin x reader
summary - the good ol’ best friends to lovers trope
warnings - cussing, lots of awkwardness, mentions of underage drinking
a/n - this is vaguely inspired by my ‘you are the kind of boy that they write love songs about.’ spotify playlist— because it’s adorable + has the same vibe
a/n continued; pls let me know if you guys want me to continue this fic to include the date! i honestly think this is just so sweet and cute, and would love to hear some feedback about it :) (might make it a two parter if y’all like it enough!!)
you and remus had been friends since fourth year, and while it wasn’t quite the ‘perfect’ first impression that brought you together, recalling the memory makes you smile nonetheless. most would claim that first impressions are truly everything, but you would beg to differ- seeing as being drenched in pumpkin juice by a very apologetic and slightly aloof boy has now led to one of the best friendships you’ve ever had.
tonight was just an average friday night in the gryffindor dorms as the marauders were hosting their usual ‘study’ night; obviously there was lots of chatter and laughter with an absence of any real studying happening, the name only aided in the fight against being caught by any teachers.
you and remus had claimed the couch whilst lily, james and sirius were scattered about the floor, peter sitting in a chair beside the couch.
glasses in hand, you were all slightly tipsy off of combinations of muggle alcohol that sirius managed to get his hands on, chests feeling as if they were alight. your skin tingled, brain and tongue feeling fuzzy as you laughed along with the others about something that james said.
you looked over at remus and caught him staring at you, you made brief eye contact before he looked away, a bit shy, but you giggled at decided to brush it off.
“you guys will never guess what i got for us tonight.” sirius started, legs slightly wobbly as he stood up. he reached into his pocket and retrieved a vial of veritaserum, “what better way to play truth or dare... then with some of this?”
you all looked around at each-other skeptically, knowing all about what that tiny vial can do to friendships, relationships, and your head. “i say we do it.” james pipes up, a smirk coming to his face. “...unless any of you have something to hide.” he turns to look at you and remus, raising his eyebrows a bit. you and remus turned to look at once another, cheeks darkening as your faces start to heat up. you look away quickly and try to ignore it, again.
ignore that feeling pooling in your stomach. the way your heart begins to flutter when you lock gazes. no, it can’t mean anything, right?
you all eventually give in to sirius’ antics, passing around the vial- everyone taking a shot. you’re the one to finish off the potion, it was an odd taste, your face contorting as you swallow it. not sweet, but not bitter, but also not sour- somehow all three combined to be one of the weirdest things you’ve ever tasted.
you place the glass vial down on the table in front of you, everyone waiting for the potion to take its effect. you sipped on your drink as you waited, hoping the taste of whatever lily mixed up would wash away the taste of the veritaserum.
and soon enough the ‘truth’ serum, as its called, began to work its magic on the rest of the group and yourself. your thoughts began to run- what if i mention the way that remus makes me feel? no, y/n, we’re not doing that tonight, plus no one will ask about it anyways. well, you spoke-thought too soon. everyone knew in some way or another that you and remus each had a thing for one another, so why not play on it when you’re both forced to tell the truth?
lily turned to the two of you with a wicked grin, just finishing up her dare, which you had missed due to the fact that you were consumed by your thoughts. her voice snapped you out of the haze, “so, y/n, truth or dare?” she drawled. both were terrible options. you knew that if you chose dare, you would end up licking someone’s foot or running down the corridor topless. but! truth was all the more terrifying. though, you suppose it’s the lesser embarrassing one of the two.
“truth.” you responded flatly, mumbling under your breath begging the universe to not mention remus. “what’s going on with you and remus, hm? do you like each-other?” her eyes glinted mischievously as she swirled the remnants of the drink in her hand around her cup. you wanted to say ‘nothing!’ but that wasn’t happening, mouth going before mind.
“i think he’s cute, and he gives me this weird butterfly feeling in my chest and sometimes talking to him makes me feel nauseous because i’m so nervous, maybe i think i’m in love with him.” you slapped your hand over your mouth to stop what felt like a stream of verbal diarrhea, eyes widening at what you just said. “shit, fuck. remus, i’m so sorry.” you said turning to him as you stood up.
you could almost cry from the embarrassment, well, that’s what you were doing as you speed walked back to your dorm. you couldn’t stay there, not after that, and you definitely couldn’t face remus. you just told your best friend you were in love with him, for merlins sake! if that wasn’t going to ruin the friendship- no, don’t even go there. that will ruin the friendship.
you launched yourself onto your bed, door shutting behind you. burying your head in the pillows, you just wished the mattress would swallow you so that you didn’t have to face reality. tears were scarce by this point, most of them streaming down your cheeks as you sped away into the hall.
remus was still sitting in the common room, dumbfounded. “shit.” he mumbled, mind completely scattered after your turn. james and sirius turned to him, sympathetically, well as sympathetically as they could until sirius cocked an eyebrow and started to muse, “you gonna go get them lover-boy?”
“yeah-“ he smoothed his hands on his sweater, “i am.” remus stood up and took after you, knowing that you always holed yourself up in your dorm whenever anything upset you. ‘they’re bound to be wrapped in blankets, face in the pillows’ he thought.
and that’s how you were exactly. wrapped in a crocheted blanket, face in the pillows. you didn’t know if you wanted to scream, or cry, or just run away and get a new identity and start a new life at beauxbatons or something as a transfer student.
remus reached your dorm, fist quivering as he started to knock on your door. “y/n.” he called, voice wavering. you sat up, “the doors open, rem.” he peeked in, a goofy grin coming to his face. “there you are.” he chimed, closing the door behind him as he walked in, sitting on your bed beside you.
“you always do that, y’know? whenever you’re upset or embarrassed, you always wrap yourself in that blanket and lay face down. sometimes you scream, or cry, or just end up taking a nap.” he chuckles lightly. “i hope you don’t feel bad about earlier.” remus stares at his feet, tapping one against the hardwood flooring. “i just don’t wanna ruin our friendship with my stupid crush.” you admit, feeling defeated, but he chuckles again.
you turn to look at him and cock your head, “what’s so funny?” you feel even worse, is he mocking you right now? laughing in your face? ouch- remus you absolute douchebag.
but it’s none of that, “well, y/n, to put it plainly, i think i’m in love with you too.” he stops his foot, looking up at you. your eyes meet, hearts both racing. “oh.” is all you can manage. his eyes dart back to the floor, “would, uh” he clears his throat slightly, “could i kiss you? maybe? would that be okay?” remus’ face starts to turn pink, a colour that you always thought complimented him quite well.
“yeah. that would be fine.” you replied, breathlessly. him saying that completely winded you. he gently placed his pointer finger under your chin, thumb bumping against your bottom lip as he leaned in. your eyes fluttered shut as you met him in the middle, lips brushing. it took everything in you not to just die then and there.
you bumped noses a few times throughout the kiss, giggles filling the room as you both pulled away- feeling the same breathless feeling once more. “so, this isn’t gonna ruin our friendship, right?” you asked, a smile playing on your lips. “of course not, if anything, now i just want you to be my best-friend AND my partner.”
“that would be lovely, rem.” you smiled even wider, pulling him in for another kiss.
maybe this whole awkward and messy confession wasn’t as bad as you thought.
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