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babymetaldoll · 8 months

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"Embarrassed" (Spencer Reid x fem!bau reader)

Category: hardcore fluff, friends to lovers. Warnings: Cursing, Spencer being a little asshole, the BAU being nosy as usual. Summary: Spencer embarrassed himself in front of reader, and the annual FBI beach trip could be the perfect place to make things even more awkward between them. Requested: Nop A/N: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Challenge, hope you guys enjoy it. Prompts used: - He has a degree in engineering. How can he be defeated by a sandcastle? - I don't really like the beach... Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces. - It's like Hotch at the beach- - Next summer we are doing the Alaskan cruise. Masterlist

- “Explain to me again why I have to spend time with you during the weekend when we just spent eleven days working on a case in Oakland?”- Rossi asked as the entire BAU Team walked into a beautiful cabin by the sea, prepared especially for them.

- “Because we have to do the team training, along with all the paperwork it includes. But at least we have a nice view.”- Hotch explained, opening a window, staring at the deep blue ocean in front of them.

- “For once, I’m glad we have to do this stupid program.”- Morgan commented and took off his shirt. - “Sand, sun, and babes, that’s all I need to enjoy my weekend.”

- “We have to get ready for Strauss lecture.”- (Y/N) pointed out and tossed his shirt back- “Please, put this back on. I don’t wanna see your tits around the house.”

Spencer chuckled at those words and Morgan turned to him immediately.

- “What are you laughing about, pretty Ricky? Are there other tits you wanna see around the house?”- Morgan teased his friends, who turned blood red in a minute, coughed, and walked away, to hide in a room, slamming the door behind his back. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms on her chest.

- “You love making him feel uncomfortable, don’t you?”

- “Come on! We all know he has the hots for you, little Mama. When are you going to do something about it?”

- “He is my friend, with a capital F.”

- “You could be doing the capital F if you stopped being so stubborn.”- Morgan replied and turned around. He knew he had crossed the line and didn’t want to give (Y/N) the chance to smack him for being nosy.

Yes, everybody knew Spencer was in love with (Y/N). It wasn’t really a secret after he blurted it out by accident on a supermarket mic during a case investigation in front of the whole team. The entire incident was way too embarrassing to even recall, and the BAU had pretended it never happened. Everybody except Morgan, of course. He loved teasing Spencer every chance he got. The whole episode had been messy, and though it had been a few weeks already, (Y/N) still didn’t have a chance to talk with Spencer about it, and he kept acting like it never happened. That weekend’s Team Training Program at the beach was the perfect chance to fix things between them.

If only Spencer dared talk to her first.

Around half an hour later, a very unhappy team walked out of their cabin, ready to deal with whichever activities Strauss and headquarters had planned for them. The FBI had rented an entire villa for the weekend, to host their annual team training program. Rossi hated the idea, Spencer hated the beach. Hotch hated the fact he was wasting time he could be spending with Jake. JJ hated missing Henry’s soccer game, Garcia hated having to work out so much, and Prentiss hated the fact she couldn’t just lay on a chair at the beach with a drink and just tan a little.

(Y/N) and Morgan were the only ones excited to be there. Morgan still thought he could get a girl, and (Y/N) just wanted to spend a little time with Spencer, and maybe ask him out on a date. After all, a weekend at the beach was the perfect scenario to finally talk about what happened and maybe do something about it.

- “Beach activities are a great way to bring a team together.”- Strauss announced as she walked in front of at least 50 FBI agents. All of them, BAU included, wore dark blue short sleeve shirts with the FBI logo, and grey shorts. Everybody except Rossi, of course. He stood among them smoking a cigar and wearing his everyday outfit.

- “All the team-building games you are about to go through, were designed to promote communication, cooperation, and creativity. They will help our agents build trust, learn to delegate tasks, and enhance problem-solving skills.”

- “Sounds like a boy scout’s speech”- Rossi whispered to Prentiss and she did her best not to chuckle. But of course, Strauss noticed and immediately raised an eyebrow in disapproval.

- “You’ve all been designated with a number, that’s your team. Please form your teams so we can start the first activity.”

(Y/N) sighed, already annoyed. She understood the idea of having to go through a team seminar to improve one’s relationship with their team, but having to know other agents and talk with strangers… wasn’t really into her plans.

- “Hey….”- Spencer whispered as he stood next to her in the middle of the beach, right next to a bunch of agents neither of them had met before.- “I… I think we are on the… same team.”- Reid managed to say, and continued staring at his feet in the sand.

- “That’s great!!”- (Y/N) replied, maybe a little bit too enthusiastically. - “We haven’t… it’s been… well, we haven’t had the chance to talk much lately.”- she knew why they hadn’t talked. It was weird. Still, neither of them had addressed the pink elephant in the room, he just nodded and didn’t say another word for a few minutes.

- “Did you put on sunscreen?”- she asked and Spencer turned to look at her with wide-opened eyes.

- “Ye... yes, yes, I did. I always do”- he stuttered and started rambling right away- “Did you know daily use of SPF 15 sunscreen can reduce your risk of developing squamous cell carcinoma by about 40 percent? and lower your melanoma risk by 50 percent.”

- “Yes, I try to put on sunscreen daily as well, but I usually forget.”- (Y/N) added ‘cos she needed to make that conversation last at least longer than a minute. It was ridiculous, Spencer not even being able to look her in the eyes only because he had accidentally said he loved her in front of a whole crime scene, Nebraska’s police force, and the whole BAU team. Even Garcia.

- “Anyway”- (Y/N) said when she noticed Spencer wasn’t saying anything - “Are you enjoying the trip?”

He stared at her and licked his lips - nearly giving her a heart attack - as he tried his best to find actual words to reply to that question.

- "I don't really like the beach…”- he finally mumbled- “Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces.”

- “Oh…”- (Y/N) sounded disappointed, and neither of them said another word. Their new team gathered around them, and the instructions for the first activity were delivered.

The first team training activity was a beach scavenger hunt. Hotch’s team won ‘cos he was the team leader and… well, he is the best leader in the FBI. Spencer and (Y/N) tried their best, but their group was having serious trouble focusing. Apparently, no one wanted to spend the day at the beach working.

The second team training activity was a beach obstacle course. Morgan’s team won, basically ‘cos most of the agents in his team were pure muscle. Spencer was incredibly embarrassed to even do the circuit, ‘cos he felt self-aware of every one of his moments and that everybody was looking at him. And he ended up tripping on his own feet. Just when he thought he couldn’t embarrass himself more, there he was, face into the sand, hearing the entire FBI laughing at him.

Rossi looked at Morgan and shook his head. The kid needed help. But how?

- “Are you ok?” (Y/N) whispered when Spencer reached her side and he just nodded. - “Your ankle, does it hurt?”- she was honestly worried, but he felt so humiliated he wanted to disappear. So he did, he didn’t even answer her question and walked away. Rossi looked at the scene from a distance and headed to (Y/N)’s side in a few minutes.

- “How is the beach treating you, bella?”

- “I’m hating every minute here so far”- she replied and followed Spencer with her eyes until he got lost between all the people. Rossi noticed, he knew what was torturing her and though they hadn’t ever talked about it, it was clear he had to help those kids.

- “Come on, ragazza. You know he is crazy for you. We all do. You just have to tell him how you feel.”

- “I’m trying, Coronel Cannelloni! but he doesn’t even talk to me. The few things he has mumbled today are the only things he has said to me since “the incident,” and I don’t know what to do!”

- “He is embarrassed.”- Rossi pointed out the obvious and completely ignored the nickname (Y/N) had called him. She usually called him different nicknames just for the fun of it.

- “Well I understand that, but if I already know he loves me…”

- “Embarrass yourself now.”- Rossi suggested and the young woman just stared at him in silence. - “I mean it. Meet him in the middle. You already know he loves you, what’s the worst that could happen?”

- “You know, something bad happens every time someone asks that, right?”- Rossi chuckled at those words and shook his head.

- “It can’t get worse than him stuttering every time he sees you.”

- “I’m sure it can.”

Morgan found Spencer standing against a wall, on the other side of the main building of the complex. His eyes were closed as well as his fists, that he kept hitting against the bricks, over and over again.

- “Hey kid.”

- “Please, not now.”- Derek didn’t say another word for a few minutes. He just stood next to his friends and waited for his tantrum to pass.

- “You know Reid, that woman there loves you. Why don’t…”- and at those words, Spencer just snapped and started yelling.

- “She doesn’t! I don’t know if you remember but I had a little incident the other day with a fucking mic in the middle of a supermarket and everybody heard me telling Garcia how in love I am with (Y/N) and she has acted like nothing happened ever since!”

- “Kid”- Morgan frowned and stood in front of Spencer, holding his arms, trying to calm him down and talk some sense into him. - “You’ve been giving her the cold shoulder every time she tries to talk to you. Don’t blame this on her!”

- “Cold shoulder?! Me? To her? When?”- Spencer chuckled sarcastically

- “Dude, a minute ago she was talking to you and you left her alone in the sand.”

Morgan was right, and Spencer knew it, but he wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of saying it. However, Morgan didn’t sugarcoat things either.

- “And let me tell you one more thing, I saw how the guys from National Security in your team were eying her, and you just left her alone with those assholes after being a jerk. It doesn’t look good. How are you gonna fix it, pretty Ricky?”

Spencer opened his mouth, followed by a long awkward silence.

- “Thought so.”- Morgan sighed, and tapped on his friend’s shoulder - “Come on, let’s go back, and try to talk to her like you did before the incident.”

- “Awkwardly and clueless?”- Spencer whispered, and Derek just chuckled.

- “Just be yourself.”

- “That’s lousy advice, I don’t know how to be anyone else.”- Reid frowned and looked at his friend, who was nearly losing his patience.

- “Just don’t be your asshole self.”

The third and last activity of the day was a sandcastle-building contest. And doing his best to overcome his embarrassment and nervousness, Spencer grabbed a plastic shovel and asked (Y/N) if she wanted to help him with a part of their team construction. His hands were nearly shaking as she kneeled next to him on the sand and started working on their team’s design.

- “How did it go with the kid?”- Rossi asked Morgan, as neither of them even tried to pretend to be into the activity.

- “He is in denial. He swears she doesn’t even like him. What did she say?”

- “The kid is ignoring her and she doesn’t know what to do. So I told her to embarrass herself as much as he embarrassed himself.”- Morgan turned to Rossi and raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses - “What?”

- “Rossi, that's shitty advice. Next time try something like: “Kiss the goddamn fool!” or something like that! I mean, the kid is hopeless and if (Y/N) doesn’t do anything, they are never going to get together.”

- “Give them some credit, Morgan.”- Rossi regretted his words as soon as they left his lips. Spencer was so nervous as he tried to talk with (Y/N) he gesticulated too much and hit part of his castle, causing half of it to crumble down.

- “He has a degree in engineering. How can he be defeated by a sandcastle?”- Rossi whispered and Derek shook his head. The whole scene was embarrassing to watch.

- “And your great advice was “embarrass yourself.” Jesus! I’m gonna have to ask Garcia to hack the system and move them into the same room. This is painful to watch!”

- “Like Hotch at the beach”- Ross pointed out - “He is so sunburned and he keeps getting redder, no matter how much sunscreen he puts on.”

If you asked anyone at the FBI about how the first day of their annual Team Training Program went, they would say it had been a mess. Most agents were sunburned and exhausted after Strauss’ program. Only Morgan and Garcia still felt like going out for dinner and maybe hitting the club, hoping to have some fun that weekend.

Spencer was alone, sitting on the sand in front of the sea. The sun was setting and he just sat there, on his own, doing his best to clear his mind and come up with a plan. But instead, he had nothing but regret. He kept remembering his worst and most embarrassing moments of the day in front of (Y/N) over and over again. It was a bad movie he’d pay not to watch ever again.

- “There you are!” - Prentiss sat next to Spencer and sighed, staring at the scene in front of them.

- “This is beautiful.”- she whispered and Spencer merely nodded. - “Why aren’t you watching this with (Y/N)?”- instead of an answer, Reid just groaned and rested his forehead on his knees, closing his eyes.

- “I’m guessing you didn’t have a chance to talk today.”- Prentiss whispered, knowing very well what had happened. Not like Morgan and Rossi could keep a secret. - “Come on, Reid, you are a fucking genius! Grow a pair and get your shit together”

- “What am I supposed to do? Honestly, ‘cos I’ve tried, but I just… can’t fucking think when she is next to me.”

- “Then don’t think, just act!”- Prentiss nearly smacked Reid as she spoke.- “I don’t think I have to tell you again, she fucking loves you! Do something.”

- “She doesn’t…”- but before Reid could finish that sentence, he felt Emily’s hand against his head, hitting him.

- “Don’t! She loves you! Now stand up, move your skinny ass, and kiss her!”

Reid turned to his friend, still rubbing the spot she had hit, ‘cos it had been incredibly painful.

- “Are you… drunk?”

- “Come on! There is no way I’m surviving sober a weekend with all these agents.”- Prentiss answered and grabbed a tiny gin bottle from her pocket- “Need one?”

- “No, thanks.”

- “Fine… now go! She was having some dinner at our cabin.”

(Y/N) was about to start eating when Spencer got to the cabin. She sat on the terrace with a grilled sandwich and a glass of wine, holding a book. Reid looked at her from the other side of the house and took a deep breath before he continued walking.

- “You’ve got this.”- he whispered to himself - “You can do this.”

- “Hey Spencer!”- (Y/N) watched him approach and smiled so wide he even stopped breathing as he stared at her.

- “You are not doing this.” - he admitted as he sat down on the chair across from (Y/N) and cut her a little smile.

- “Did you eat?”- she asked and offered half her sandwich, but Spencer shook his head and smiled.

- “Thanks, I’m not hungry.”

- “Sure? It’s your favorite. Lots of cheese and zero veggies.”- (Y/N) teased and smiled at Spencer. He blushed and looked at his hands on the table, trying to find the words to finally say what he had to.

But he never found them, instead, they fell into a comfortable silence. (Y/N) finished her sandwich and Spencer read half of her book. The one he had gotten for her a few months earlier. Neither of them said a word, just looked at each other from time to time and smiled awkwardly.

- “So… I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”- (Y/N) finally said as she folded her paper napkin a million times, in a sad and pathetic attempt at making origami.

- “Wh… wha... what about?”- Spencer stuttered immediately. Not a good sign. (Y/N) looked at him and felt bad about how nervous he was. But he had to tell him, he deserved to know.

- “I have to tell you something, but I can’t tell you here. Can you come with me, please?”- the young agent stood up and offered Spencer her hand. He hesitated, not knowing what was happening. But she just smiled and he reached out and held her hand.

(Y/N) drove in silence for a few minutes. They didn’t go too far, Spencer asked a few times where they were going and what was so important that she couldn’t just tell him in the car, but she refused to say a word. Instead, she just smiled and shook her head.

- “Just wait a second.”

Spencer didn’t get it when she parked outside a small supermarket, he just followed her in silence and watched her walk straight to an aisle and then to customer service. Reid didn’t register anything, he just followed her with honest curiosity. Until he saw her grabbing the mic and locking eyes with him.

- “Spencer Walter Reid. I am so fucking in love with you.”- the few people that were shopping at the hour turned to look at her and the young agent simply giggled.

- “Wh… what?”- Spencer stuttered, feeling his red burning red.

- “I love you. I’ve been in love with you for so long.”- (Y/N) kept talking to the mic, until one of the girls in the staff walked up to her and nearly yelled she couldn’t do that. But she (Y/N) didn’t care if she got kicked out of the store. She just cared about Spencer, who kept staring at her in disbelief.

- “Come on dude! Kiss the girl”- some random guy said and slapped his arm, forcing him to react. But before he could do anything, (Y/N) grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his lips. Spencer wide opened his eyes as it happened, and watched her winking as she slipped her tongue between his lips, deepening the kiss.

- “You… do?”- Reid whispered as he gasped for hair when the kiss was over.

- “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you but you kept running away from me.”

- “I was so embarrassed after that happened I…”- but Spencer couldn’t continue speaking, (Y/N) started kissing him again, and some of the customers watching the scene even clapped.

- “What the hell is going on here?”- a sunburned Erin Strauss asked in shock, shoving a small cart with twenty bottles of aloe vera gel, but David Rossi just chuckled and stood next to her, staring at the scene.

- “Let the kids have tonight. You can make their life under the sun miserable tomorrow.”

- “By the way, next Summer, we're doing the Alaskan cruise.”- she added and started walking away- “Agents, tomorrow we’ll have a serious conversation.”- both Spencer and (Y/N) nearly jumped as they heard her voice when she passed by their side, but Rossi just winked at them.

- “Ok, now I’m embarrassed”- (Y/N) whispered and felt Spencer holding her hand. But she didn't really care if Strauss had seen them. It was all worth it when she stared at Spencer’s sweet smile as they walked out of that supermarket.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #mgg #babymetaldoll writes #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #fanfiction

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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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i love love love! the poly hcs so much! i always imagine cove and mc to be able to communicate without saying much/anything (i.e just looking at each other) cause they’ve known each other for so long. and i just think it’s funny to imagine, in a poly relationship, a troublemaker mc and cove just looking at each other all 👀😏 (probably about to cause trouble) and derek and baxter just being like “oh no, they’re back it again” skdjsjjxdj

anyway could we maybe get some more poly hcs or something 👉👈 it could be general hcs or something more specific (i.e moving into a house, adopting a pet, someone’s sick, possible group weddings???, a baby(s)???, etc), or just a random assortment, idk but i’m here for it all! 🥺 literally thank you so much for your service to the olba fans, your blog has been feeding me skdjsjsjdn

I think MC and Cove would be like that too! They have a special bond, no matter what. I'm glad you liked those specific ones though, I was nervous about it! Here's a few more :) -- When you move to a house, you have at least one nosy neighbor who is desperate to figure out what's going on. Baxter mows the lawn and he's out in his special little outfit tending to the garden and then Derek is outside too, working on the roof or building some new addition, so maybe they're together. But then Cove comes out and eats stuff that Baxter hands him from the garden, so maybe they're the couple. But Cove also helps Derek build stuff? And you're there too with your skills and hobbies? What does it all mean?

-- FOUR PLAYER MARIO KART. Baxter got Derek a Switch for his birthday, Cove got some games and you got enough controllers for everybody. Derek is the best. Cove may or may not stay up late for a bit after you get the new setup so he can hold his own in the game.

-- Really just a lot of Baxter having visions for the house, Derek executing them, and Cove being a big boy who can help lift stuff and help out wherever he's needed.

-- You and Baxter bake cakes for the birthdays. It's your special thing.

-- Everybody has to go skinny dipping at least once and that's final.

-- Derek wants a dog. Baxter wants a cat. Cove has his fish. It is a conundrum. But Derek does his research and finds a breed that will fit in well with your lifestyle that is also known to be good with cats so that everyone can be happy.

-- Baxter is fine if his cat is a jerk though, he thinks it's funny.

-- You have to keep an eye on Baxter though because he might start "finding" cats.

Baxter, holding a stray like it is the most precious treasure on earth (it is): The poor thing was all alone and frightened, what would you have had me do?

Cove, cat-proofing his fish tank again: Literally anything else.

-- Derek pumps the gas. If you have to do it, then he failed.

-- If you're all together, Cove will run inside the station while Derek pumps for snacks. Memorizing everyone's favorite snacks is one of Cove's love languages.

Baxter: I don't want anything, Cove.

Cove: Ok. *comes back a few minutes later with sour gummies, hands them to Baxter*

-- If you all decide to get married, like if everybody loves everybody like that, then Baxter is going to have a lot of feelings about it, obviously.

-- What would probably make the most sense is for you and Cove to get legally married and then for Derek and Baxter to get legally married as well. You and Cove go way back, and Derek and Baxter have a special bond as well.

-- But you can't have weddings for these, it'll just be a paper deal to cover everyone. The actual wedding has to be a ceremony with all four of you. Baxter would feel very strongly about this, so that no one is excluded, and so this is how it'll have to go.

-- Baxter plans it too, of course. Derek does everything he can to help, he keeps asking Baxter what he can do. That boy would bake the cake if Baxter asked him (Xavier will make the cake, don't worry). Meanwhile, Cove is like "Yay, wedding!"

-- Another thing is that I think Thanksgiving would be important for this lil gang. Baxter likes it because it's the Fall Holiday, and fall is his favorite. He cooks, too -- it might take him a few years, but he's going to get the hang of that turkey, don't worry. Derek likes the thought of everyone being thankful, it makes him feel cozy. Cove likes to eat. It's a good time!

#our life beginnings and always #our life #cove holden #derek suarez #baxter ward #our life headcannons

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delurkr · 9 months

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Hey sorry for sending in another ask so soon but I was wondering what your headcanons for the Clarke Family where Personality wise?

And what ages do you think the kids were adopted?

I'm getting vibes that Anthony and Megan were adopted old enough to remember being adopted but that Tanya and Dennis were too young to remember when they were, if that makes sense.

No problem with another ask! If I ever need to let them sit and marinate for a while I will 😄

So ok about their personalities, some of these opinions might be less obvious than others but I try to base this kind of thing on all the doubles in each set (this will not be brief lol).

Now to get this out of the way, James was drunk in his scenes and that's not a great determiner of someone's true personality. That said all the J's are pretty angry in general so he certainly has a temper. We know he's social, spending time with "the guys" and apparently being "well loved at work" like the game says, and he has a ton of anxiety, very much a worrier. Definitely extroverted as well as expressive (whatever he's feeling, good or bad, everyone else will hear about it). Relatedly I feel like he can be pretty demonstrative with his affection for family and friends when he isn't coming unglued from stress. Protective (read also: possessive), impatient, and intense, literally not a shred of chill whatsoever.

Anne is tired ya'll 😅 She can be nosy and critical quite like Angela can and has no time for mushy stuff but clearly it stems from a lot of concern for her family. She cared enough to appeal to Rev Carson for help in handling Megan, but unless she's desperate I definitely see her as the self-sufficient, suck-it-up-and-don't-air-our-dirty-laundry type (she's totally down to hear about other people's dirty laundry tho). Also very exacting, self-assured, and tells it to you straight (without being asked) and expects you to do the same; she's fully convinced that she can fix the entire world if everyone would just do what she says (tbf she's usually right). Probably too stressed out to be seen as much fun these days but she can be super funny when she wants to (her wit isn't always at the expense of other people).

Somehow I don't have a ton to say about Tanya atm but there's a lot to go on based on her scenes and the other T's. She has her flirty ways and a lot of the time likes to keep things lighthearted and casual, and, like Taylor, canonically makes jokes to lighten the mood when things are intense (but only when she isn't the one causing the drama). Unlike Taylor though, she keeps her insubordination on the down low in public, so older people who aren't her parents love her (not that her parents don't love her 😂). Hardworking and cooler than like, everybody; popular and effortlessly good at whatever she cares to do. Also secretive to the point of being deceptive but she keeps secrets to keep things easy, she doesn't purposely cause harm but she's too sensitive to bare her soul often.

Dennis be angy and suspicious 😁 He isn't likely to go looking for a fight but he defends his territory like a bulldog when it's threatened (his territory could be anything from the bathroom at 9 o'clock on Saturday mornings to a box of cheerios on top of the fridge but he'll usually let you know what's his as soon as he claims it). Routined and doesn't like new things unless it was his idea. Tries very hard to be cool. Literally though he'd go to the ends of the earth for people he loves (and he'd do it like, on a unicycle and wearing a clown nose if Megan requested it). 1000% a mama's boy too, you cannot change my mind. Anne will swear up and down that she doesn't play favorites but there was only one kid who got to lick the cake batter spoons without having to ask and his name did not start with T, A, or M. Picked her flowers all the time when he was little too (he's in between stages now but he'll be back around to giving her flowers in a few years or so).

Anthony is just so utterly inoffensive lol, and he manages to be that way even while being his snarky little self. Tends to be oblivious to what's going on, like sure he'll notice changes in people's attitudes or in his environment if you point it out but he won't understand what it means until it doesn't matter anymore (or, thinking of the situation with Megan, sometimes not until it's too late). I say it's partly where his anxiety comes from, the awareness that things can crack and fall apart before he's caught up on there even being a problem. Daddy's boy for sure, he and James are almost exact opposites and, like Abraham with Joseph and Andrew with John, they just click. Introverted, clearly very compassionate but doesn't trust his own instincts with so many more dominant personalities around. Definitely the mediator in dumb sibling squabbles (it's a coin toss whether or not they listen to him) but on the rare occasions he musters the courage to insert himself into any more consequential situations he just might surprise folks into taking him seriously. Chronic baby brother, having to snip at people's heels or wear them down with his big eyes like a puppy to get them to pay attention. A little bitter about it too lol but he does what he has to.

Now I already had a post about the M's personality lurking in my drafts and it gets the job done, so time for a little copy paste:

Mary and Megan speak quite assertively in a lot of their scenes, I'm thinking for example Mary's "Liar!" line to some of the most powerful and well-respected adults in her community and the way Megan gets down to brass tacks in confronting Anne about her parent's conversation or the way she boldly tries to get Dennis's attention, even though I'm sure it's nothing new for her to get brushed off most of the time. I'll point out that M has fearful and withdrawn moments too but it's almost always triggered by Carver/Carson, with the contemporary little girl being the exception: she is entirely that way after all that happened to the other M's (I know she's more of a device than a character but the little girl's shyness is a big contrast to how outgoing Mary was to Andrew and Angela in the first flashback). So yeah I love the assertiveness we're shown and I wanted to point it out, because I see her boldness and outspokenness as more her real, healthy self and I very much appreciate that side of her because there isn't just one type of person that gets manipulated or whose needs get disregarded.

And another thing, unfortunate as it is, is that it reinforces the response the other characters (and the player) have to the M's acting out, just like we see in the game. They don't see her behavior as something new that signals a problem since they can fall back on "she's always been a troublemaker but she's even worse now." (For the most part. Joseph has his moment of "nah Mary wouldn't do that" and Tabitha and maybe David can't wrap their heads around her intentionally accusing them, but it's important that even while Abraham and Anthony try to keep her from harsh punishment they of all people don't put it past her to have done whatever she's accused of.) Also it makes me even madder at Carson and Carver because I can see her being such a delightfully spunky little force of nature if they could just, you know, not exist to torture her.

I don't think it all got my point across very well, but on to the adoption thing. There's different ideas in the fandom that I like but this post I wrote forever ago is kind of my baseline and my reasoning hasn't changed.

Um, the end 😅 Round of applause if you got this far 👏👏👏

#bro this turned into a whole dissertation #spent too much time on it to cut it down more tho #do me a favor and dont count the amount of parentheses i used lol #ramblings #asks #the clarke family #james clarke #anne clarke #tanya clarke #dennis clarke #anthony clarke #megan clarke #mary milton #the little girl #the dark pictures anthology #little hope

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serenitywinter-twe-if · 10 months

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Helloo there! I'd like to give lots of love for this story! I'm a fucking pusset, and I avoid horror with all my might, usually, but your story has been really intriguing and I'm, above all else, deadly curious! I think there's only one other horror IF that I actually like, and now there's yours too! The story seems to be pretty interesting and the MC being a private investigator only adds to that (me loves sniffing around where I shouldn't). When I read the whole swamp scene there was a giant storm here, and when we reach the parking area, the lights started to flick here, the game's sound made it a whole lot worse and I was like "Well, damn you wendigo sir, you already found me". 😢

I looved Elias, he's a real grumpy and my MC was so terrified that she resorted to violence, never my first option, but I loved the outcome. And I'm sooo curious about Shepard, and literally everyone. As Elias said "curiosity killed the cat" and oh man I'm in for a ride, no regrets.

Thank you so much, I'm looking forward to learn more about the world, the characters and the story as a whole. Let's love these guys/galssss and enjoy this amazing writing!

Awww staaap it ! I blushed reading this >.> I mean it went straight to my little heart 🥹 I'm so happy to know you'd tried reading it and actually loved it ! (Which other horror IF do you like ? I'm asking for a friend 👀. Nah, in truth I'm quite an IF enjoyers to the core as well 😤).

Haha, MC being a private investigator will sure sniff all around the country 😂 Nothing will stop their nosy ass.

The hours I put to find the right effect to add a little tension when the creature comes back I'm glaaaad it works ! 🥳

The fact that everybody wants to bully grumpy Elias is sooo much fun to read 😂 Did you punch him ? 🤣 It's so funny to read reactions about him ! Feel free to ask, if you have questions about the other characters ! I'll do my best to write some spoiler-free answers 🤗 (Sheppard getting so much attention is getting me a fluffy feeling in the chest. Like, I'm seeing them like my smol bean instead of all, y'all making me 🥹👉👈 "Please continue to love them edgy child". )

Welp, it's decided, I'm pulling all nighters for this part 02 xD

Thank you so very much for your kind words and cheers ! Do take care of you 🩵🌟

#cuteness overload has got me #how can I glare at everybody in the bus now #with such a happy face ? xD #answered asks #the ward's eyes #elias bully team #Yup #I'm adding this tag because it needs to exist 😂#I'm adding this tag because it needs to exist #sheppard's fanclub

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sleepingnova · 1 year

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Nova nova nova!!! My beloved.

I have a quirky lil request 💅

Would you be willing to write for Denki Kaminari from MHA? I haven’t been able to sleep at all lately, and it kinda affects my everyday life.

Do you think you could whip up a little something where Kami finds the reader awake at like 2:30, and tries to help them fall asleep?

ily ily ily

❤️

Ducky my darling :) of course

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜

Synopsis: Denki Kaminari, the boy who never sleeps, is surprised to find you (his new roomie) lying awake at a very odd hour.

Content warning: none! super fluffy super platonic friend cuddles <3

"Room checks. Everybody's ass better be in the right rooms. If you aren't, you will be expelled." The grumpy voice that belonged to Aizawa, announced as he walked through the dorms, with Momo and Tenya following closely behind.

"Sir, not to be nosy, but why is Kaminari with us? Shouldn't he be in his dorm room?" Tenya asked.

Aizawa rolled his eyes and told them to just keep moving. "Nosy ass kids." He mumbled under his breath with a faint chuckle.

They stopped at your dorm room, on the girls floor. He knocked once, twice, then when he heard the all clear, he entered the room.

"Good evening (y/n)." Said both Tenya and Momo in unison. Kaminari simply just waved, with a faint pink tint on his cheeks.

You were fairly attractive, and Kaminari got nervous around you, as he would with Jirou or Yaoyorozu. He wanted to be your friend, but didn't know if he was, given you've seen the things he and mineta have done.

"Good evening Tenya and Yaoyorozu. Hello Kaminari. How can I help you all? Is there a problem?" You responded.

"No, just room checks. Speaking of which, I hope you don't mind but Kaminari's room has flooded from the bathroom above them, and since your floor is below theirs and your dorm is the only one that has space, is it alright if he shares a room with you just until we get his room fixed up? It won't take long, only about a week or two." Aizawa explains.

"But of course! I'm so sorry to hear about your room. You can stay with me as long as you'd like. You can sleep on the couch, it's very comfy." You said with a smile as Kaminari walked into your room.

"Thanks, kiddo. I appreciate it. If he starts bugging you, holler and I'll set him straight. Act right, because this is really your only place to sleep. Unless you'd rather sleep in the common room?" Aizawa replied.

Kaminari shook his head no, and that was that. A few hours later, it's the middle of the night, and you just cannot sleep. You've been having these nightmares for weeks and they just won't let you sleep. You look over from your bed to see Denki quietly playing on his switch on the couch. You walked over quietly and leaned your head in.

He jumped when he noticed you standing behind him.

"God- what are you doing there? Why are you awake? Everything okay?" He asked.

"Sorry, I was bored. Can't sleep. What are you playing?" You asked, with your head tilted.

"oh. it's just super smash bros." He turned off his switch and looked at you.

"ooh I love that game! Can I play? I love Kirby but I named him kirbrbrbrbrbrbr. He's my favorite." You excitedly expressed.

"really? Mine's Bayonetta. I love her play style." He showed while looked at you.

"hands off Bayonetta. she's mine. her and a few others but then you can have the rest." You expressed with a fake pout.

He laughed lightly and invited you to sit with him. You tripped over his backpack and ended up face first into his stomach. He grunted and you turned around.

"Oh my goodness I am so sorry." You expressed with pure embarrassment.

"No no its perfectly alright. Trust me that happens more than you think." He joked while chuckling.

You sat back down and you felt his hands on your hips. You felt him shift and pull you back into his chest. His switch screen was in front of the both of you and had low brightness. You and him played a few rounds together and genuinely had a lot of fun. Sure, he noticed your clock read 5:45 am and he could hear bakugo making his way downstairs but did it matter? Nope. Did he know both of you had a test later on that morning? Absolutely but if he saw you having fun, you could always retake the exam.

Once he saw you had fallen asleep, he had turned slightly to charge his switch. Then he adjusted to fit both of you on the large couch.

"When Aizawa comes, I'll just explain what happened." He whispered to you, who was already peacefully sleeping, cuddled up into his chest.

I hope this bring you comfort :) I was originally going to make this with Shinsou in it but I might just make another ending.

Here you go duck duck hope you like it <3

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grimalkinsquill · 1 year

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For the fanfic ask game: 🍬📗💘

Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favourite fic of yours for each fandom?

Yes! I write for multiple fandoms for enrichment purposes (what I learn in one fandom space can be translated to another and I am literally a hunter-gatherer for tropes and prompts for my friends of one fandom).

Uh, this answer will be long, but favourite fic for every fandom I've written for (as recorded by Ao3, as my Quizilla fics and FF.net fics are no longer accessible):

Star Wars: The Old Republic: Cliché Spy Tactics. Rivals-to-friends-to-mutual-idiotic-crush meet-cute! I still find it actively hilarious.

Red vs. Blue: Storytelling. An unreliable narrator fic told entirely by the world's most eccentric best friends.

Overwatch: Sostener. A start of redemption, built out of the Year 1 Overwatch Lore of Scraps. One of the things that endears me to this story is that I got to play with my SoCal heritage with it.

Warframe: Midnight Mother, Cinnabar Children wins by default, being my only Warframe fic 😂 I do think there's good about it though, simply from the two lines

Simaris snorted. “I’m so glad you’re not like them. You’re sensible.”

“False,” she teased, “I have you to be sensible for me. Like a father of ancient myth.”

Dungeons & Dragons: Dangerous Woman wins by default, but also because it spawned me to write a 72-page homebrewed worldbuilding document that's gained a life of its own.

DC Comics: Guardian. My beloved "Drag Black Adam from Lawful Evil to Lawful Good" fic. What stands of it now is largely me pulling together different instances of his backstory together into something remotely coherent. Runner up is A Study in Cyan, largely because it has a cat-based hero who compares the experience of her boyfriend slowly coaxing her down from her various traumas to "getting a cat out of a tree" and that's a metaphor I'll stand by.

Young Justice: It has 3 fics in it, but the Low-Key series overall is my baby. I think it gets extra shoutouts for having 80k words of platonic slow-burn (it takes Captain Cold a LONG time to figure out that Theo is His Kid. Like, not biologically his kid, but oh my gods is She His Kid. Like, emotionally. He has been dadding her for 75k words and he writes it off as being a team leader and a mentor for a baby hero. Understanding he's Being a Dad takes him an embarrassingly long time. His teammates knew before he did, the bastards [derogatory]. Like. Way before him. Right when she first stole his signature cold gun from him, the little shit [affectionate], which is at like. Chapter fucking One of the first fic in this series)

Guild Wars 2: EASY WINNER the four times that pact commander magna and shining blade asset canach gave the rumor mills false ammo and the one time they didn't. It's SO FUNNY. Fake dating during a dragon-slaying saga between two non-humans with different cultural spheres. All because a nosy 6-year-old thought they should have (gasp) friends.

Fallen Hero: Rebirth: Does it say? is still. So fucking good. I took a scene from the game and slipped in personal traits in between, lovingly-crafted flashback sequences pondering the nature of what it means to be human. Fall In Line is a very close second, as it unpacks a LOT of gender trauma for me (in a way that's subtly mirrored by Felicette's Everything. Fall In Line is more blatant about it than Felicette's arc will ever be).

Pokemon: Do Something Crazy! It's a story of healing and growth for everybody involved! And also includes speculative biology, because y'all know I Am Like This.

FFXIV: Ganzhyllsyn's 4 Steps to a Heist, hands down.

Critical Role: I was broken; now We're golden. I saw Essek and went "what if big brother?" and ran with it.

Fairy Tail: the heart is hard to translate / it has a language of its own. My sole attempt at a NaNoWriMo-esque challenge. I still like this weird translation of the manga's events as MMORP events and inter-guild drama.

Miraculous Ladybug: of Sages and Warriors. Duh. You knew this. Close seconds are O' Neighbour Mine and A Tricky Treat.

Na Daoine Maithe: I only have Lighting the Wick thus far, but there'll be more. This visual novel has lit brainworms and they are persistent.

And uh, if you're still here after all that, here are the OTHER TWO questions you asked (I'm sorry, I like a lot of things and thus write a lot of things)

Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

So like. I have three original project ideas, two of which are interactive fiction games. The first idea is that I take Dangerous Woman, strip it of all the DND stuff, and make that a novel in its own right (because that'd be extraordinarily easy for me to do, I'd just have to, y'know, finish it. I know how it ends, it's just a matter of landing the execution).

My two interactive fiction game ideas:

You play as an orphan in the setting of Dangerous Woman, ending up as one of King Oberon's adopted kids. You investigate a weird anomaly in Oberon's territory and meet a cast of odd characters (some of whom are romanceable, all of whom are friendable).

You play as someone who just got reincarnated as one of those flat villainess characters in a fantasy novel...that you, the player character, have never personally read. Frantically remembering the info-dumping of your best friend, you try to survive: will you give in to how easy it is to be what people think you are or will you fight it?

Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

Fluff. Any day of the week. I find a lot of what people consider to be angst to be boring melodrama and a lot of what people think of what I think of as angst to be "tame". Like a lot of things with me, both terms have an asterisk and a lot of variables, but fluff has fewer variables, so fluff wins.

#ask games #oh boy if y'all don't have long posts turned off #I'm Sorry

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live-laugh-loverpool · 2 years

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The First Day

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234

The Premier League season started on August 5, 2022. And Arsenal--for once--chose victory.

Too bad that meant that Crystal Palace, already stripped of one of their best midfielders, would have to lose.

“Will you be searching for a midfielder for the rest of the transfer window?” the gray-clad, wrinkly reporter asked in his thick Yorkshire accent. He sounded like a teenage boy in a dress shirt and a bowtie at a family reunion, only dressed up and there because his mother made him.

Patrick Viera, at the other end of the microphone, knew the trap. He had learned it from watching Arteta at Arsenal. If he gave any definite answer, the media would erupt, placing unnecessary strain on his players. And they didn’t need that--they already had enough tactical problems.

So he just shrugged, offering a half-hearted “we’ll see” and a brief, yet polite, nod. Viera had always prided himself on his social etiquette.

The reporter, seemingly satisfied, gave him the generic “thank you for your time”. Viera responded with another quick nod and left the interview room.

He decided to take the long way to the locker room. Maybe if he was lucky, he could catch a minute to put up his feet. Standing up and yelling for ninety minutes was not easy.

On Saturday, a whole host of things happened. One of the surprises was Liverpool’s draw against Fulham.

Klopp knew that Liverpool had deserved to drop points with that performance today. He hadn’t even tried to dismiss it as “just a game”. Because he knew it meant so much more.

Now he was beginning to question whenether they needed a midfielder. Not that he’d tell the press--those nosy reporters alway thought they deserved to know everybody’s beeswax.

Florrie dropped down next to Klopp in the away office. She wore a tiny Liverpool jersey with “Papi” on the back--for Milner. Klopp himself couldn’t help but smirk at the chaotic reaction it had caused. Milner had said there was “sand in his eyes”, Robertson had tried to convince Florrie to get “Uncle Robbo” printed on top of the shirt, Tsimikas had promised he’d take Florrie along with him to his nightclub to show off the jersey, Matip had slapped him in the back of the head, and Alisson had been in serious danger of carrying Florrie out on the pitch with him for the whole match. He flat-out refused to let her go until Lijnders offered to take Florrie.

“Boss?” Florrie pointed to the scoreboard. She knew about what a draw meant compared to a win, and how much further on the table Fulham was. “Are we still gonna win a shiny trophy?”

“Well…” Klopp decided not to lie to the little girl. “I don’t know, Florrie. We drew today. A draw means less points, and that means less chances of winning.”

Florrie nodded, putting on her best serious face as she grabbed the ball next to her. “Can I help you win?”

Klopp couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Maybe when you’re older.”

“But I wanna score a bunch of goals now!” Florrie pouted, crossing her arms and sinking in the chair. “Later stinks.”

“Well…that was honest.”

“You always tell us to tell the truth!” Florrie reminded Klopp. “And that’s the truth, right?”

“Yeah, but you have to wait until you’re a few years older, Flo.”

“But why?”

Klopp groaned. Florrie was still in her “why” phase, and he wasn’t exactly ready for some of the questions. “Because you’ll get squished by bad guys.”

“Why?”

“Because they don’t have kids of their own to care about and thus have no empathy.”

“Why?”

“On which question?”

Florrie grinned, her blue eyes shining. “Both.”

“Because they’re not married.”

“Why do you need to get married to have kids?”

Klopp almost screamed in frustration.

It was Sunday afternoon in London, and Ilkay Gundogan was growing more tired of the press' bragging about Erling Haaland by the minute.

“Erling Haaland! It just had to be!”

“He always scores!”

“And now let’s hear from Manchester City’s new superstar, Erling Haaland!”

“Erling, Erling, Erling!” Gundogan vented, slamming the “off” button on the remote. “Everything’s about Erling on here! It’s like it’s Erling City instead of Manchester City!”

“Well, he did score a brace today,” said Kevin De Bruyne. The Belgian had made fast friends with Haaland, and if he was being honest, he was rather concerned about Gundogan’s problem with the Norwegian. “I guess that makes him worthy of the front page, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Gundogan grumbled, muttering under his breath. “And the back page, and the advertisements, and all the pages in the middle too. And all of the City section of NewsNow will be filled with his pale, genetically-modified, Ken-doll face.”

“Ilkay!” De Bruyne chastised the captain. “For a former Dortmund player, I must say that you seem to hate Erling. He’s new--at least try to be friendly to him. I thought Klopp taught you better.”

But that only made Gundogan even grumpier. “This is not about Dortmund, Kevin. It’s not about Klopp. Who will you bring up next, Mourinho?”

“I just might if you keep grumbling.” De Bruyne shook his head. “Maybe you should lay down. You’ll feel better after that.”

“I’m not tired!” the Turk yelled, hurling down the couch cushion and storming away. “Go hang out with your brother Erling!”

De Bruyne sighed, opening a box of chocolates. This was not getting off to a good start. But it would eventually get better. Gundogan would solve whatever problems he had with Haaland, and they could get down to serious business.

He sure hoped so.

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youmustbestrongernow · 2 years

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Dont know if you remember me, I am the person who had a huge friendship crush on many bloggers and just asked the most random stuff to everybody (even googled good stuff to get to know better people), to pretend we are friends (I was so drinking lonely, had nobody). And asked for advice to feel like I have someone in my life,I could go to.

I am not a lot on Tumblr more 🙈, because tiktok won me over and through kpop I managed to make friends!!!! But I havenot forgotten you guys. (Stupid to say Tumblr raised me so you kinda something like my parentfriendshipcrush)

To feel a flashback. Ask around. Hava you ever said how old you are? Last time I asked you didn't answer and I am always yscares that you are not of legal age, but you work I think so I hope you are legal age. Otherwise my friendship crush is creaps.

Hair colour?

Flast food you ate?

If you could be an animal, which one?

Feet or hands?

Liking puzzling?

Android or iPhone?

Hey anon, not sure i remember you, although this does sound familiar. i can't remember what you asked but your quandary rings a bell. ido kinda get that though, like even being on the other side of it, giving advice always felt good and let me feel close to people in a weird way. I guess i like to be that person people come to for advice, which is the case amongst my friends and family. Flipside is I tend not to have anyone I can go to for advice, can't always advise myself you know?

But good on you for making kpop friends, thats cool. i'm still here on tumblr, don't think i'll ever leave. i've tried other social media platforms as they've come and go but this seems to be the one that sticks for me

I mean I get a lot of nosy (read: overly invasive) questions on here, so usually just blanket ignore them. we are all strangers afterall. that being said, I'm definitely a boring grown up with my very fancy job and life (which i love don’t get me wrong, boring is good sometimes, who needs the drama?), thinking about mortgages and all that serious stuff. sort of... that's kinda where i am or am getting to at least. like things are pretty settled. i can't imagine i come across as anything else. anxiety and loneliness aside i've pretty much got my shit together these days.

that being said friendship crush is still kinda weird? when you don't actually know the person/aren't really their friend, right? maybe that's just me though, but i need a strong connection to feel anything for anyone, that's why i've never really got the whole crush thing

My hair is currently green, but it's fading. I met a girl at the mcr concert with an electric blue and purple afro, so that's what i'm going for next, just need to grow it out a little

Ice cream - i'm sick right now so all i want is ice cream. i'm also pretty out of it on flu meds so maybe this will all make sense, maybe it will be rambles

An elephant maybe. well elephants are my favourite at least.

Hands? I don't know? I like holding hands.

Do I like puzzles? Er they're ok. I like puzzles in video games I guess.

Android

#i do want to start playing board games again #all those sorts of things #that's kind of like puzzling?#i can't imagine anyone thinking i'm not an adult?#and yet i still get id'd everytime i try to buy ibuprofen or beer #also this has just reminded me it's nearly my birthday #which isn't that exciting #but i might plan something #ask theo

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maginxlia · 2 years

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Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji And Sukuna Ryomen In a Holiday Dinner with Your Family

Rated R

Contains Foul Language And Suggestive themes

I told y'all that I would be posting again this week 🍁 Happy Holidays y'all💖 I hope y'all get to enjoy time with your family and friends this season while staying safe💖 I love all of y'all and I hope this add some excitement to y'all day 💖 I am very thankful (and Appreciative!) for all the support and love y'all give me and I'm wishing all of y'all well✨

Nanami Kento

Nanami is actually very excited to meet your folks and enjoy different types of food

So when you explained how you wanted to travel to go see your family for The Holiday, He was more than willing and able

Really wants to make a good first Impression like the perfect gentleman he is

Asks you about what the Etiquette in your family and Will remember everything you say

If Your family the type to Separate Unmarried couples (Same) He will respect their boundaries and their home

When you arrive he carries y'all bags in and remove your coat for you

Type to wait for you to introduce him and your folks before he goes around shaking hands

If food is being prepared he will offer to help

Actually ask your folks can he please prepare a dish for the Dinner that reminds him of home (Ofc he go out and buys his own ingredients)

He gift your uncles a bottle of Expensive Rum

Let's you make him a plate when the dinner starts

Uncles egg him on to add to the Prayer; Which he does amazing job making the Uncles impressed

Nanami actually have the Aunties drooling with his mannerisms and his sophisticated aura also he handsome like of the actors from a black and white movie

When the Uncles starts Drilling him on what he do for a living, Nanami Just smile and tells them he works for the government (Cousins in the background going "DAMN that means he makes good money")

This Man love all the food but the Homemade Mac & cheeses and yams is sending him

Nosy ass Family Elder starts asking about Grandbabies and Marriage🤦🏾‍♀️ He simply says that Marriage is definitely in the cards for the future and maybe Babies too but he's wants to wait a little longer because his job makes him travel a lot and you deserve a husband who always gonna be there🥺

When the dinner festivities has ended the Uncles invite him to watch the game with them, He impressed them with the fact he can hold his liquor so well; Everybody else is drunk while Nanami is slightly buzzed

Overall impression 10/10

Gojo Satoru

Gojo is Hyped OFF THE WALLS HYPE

Yes babe I will love to go see your Family and Eat some good food- Gojo Satoru 2021

Asks you for your Family members names and descriptions while on the trip there

When you arrive at your folks place Gojo is holding your bags and ready to Greet them like old friends

He knows he's very charming and is going to make a good impression easily either way

He is rather bummed about sleeping in a separate room from you but he will get over it

Keeps his sunglasses on but you already told your folks that he's sensitive to light and not he's trying to hide his Pretty eyes, So they don't take it as disrespect

If you help in the kitchen he will ask do you need anything and will try to assist But Baby don't let him, it's a ploy for him to sneak samples.

At the Dinner tho shit gets mad serious, He wants all the food and will ask you for three plates for him to eat in one sitting (With his Greedy ass)

Aunties whispering to each other because 1. he's sexy and 2. Rather funny. Mans has the ability to draw people to him without even trying

When the uncles start asking him about his occupation he smiles and says that he's a teacher, mentor and have good paying government career (Cousins and Aunties are shaking)

Theres lots of jokes and drinking go on But Gojo Has one major excess and that is Dressing with the homemade Cranberry sauce, After his third helping of Dressing He start talking too loosely

When the Nosy ass Family Elder start asking Questions about why there isn't any babies with y'all Gojo Quickly replied "it's not because of The lack of Trying"🤷🏾‍♀️ OOPS (Aunties and Uncles SHOOK)

Gojo doesn't Join the uncles to watch the ball game because he doesn't want to risk get plastered

He will find you and go hunting for a quiet space in the house for some Alone time but the moment he’s comfortable he's falling asleep because his belly is too full

Overall impression 8/10

Fushiguro Toji

Hell no Toji doesn't want to go but will because he cares for you and this is something important to you

Is Grumpy the whole time you're traveling, He doesn't have a great relationship with his own family and Really isn't about all this but he's trying

Effortlessly carry y'all bags into your old room before one of your family members asked him is y'all married? No? Well you gotta sleep in separate bedrooms then

Toji is pissed. You help him sleep better and he can't fully grasp why your family are pulling y'all apart. It's because of Respect? He has seen you naked more than he can count and the things he has done with you would make your family try to jump him if they knew.

He begrudgingly takes the guest room but he's not happy

The first thing he do when he unpacked is checked your room windows and the room he's staying in windows, Then he hides his weapons in the guest room because he'll be damned if he's caught slipping

Mans Really is quiet. your family is surprised at how quiet he walks plus his fast reflexes got them questioning shit

He stays in the guest room for the most part and only comes out when he's called for dinner

Fix his own plate last because he doesn't want people judging what he picks

His lips stay together until one of the uncles ask him what is his profession which Toji replied "I'm a traveling contractor" Now everybody is curious, The same uncle asked him how much that pays which Toji simply replied couple of thousands per contract ( Aunties, Cousins and parentals alike going😳)

Toji is back to being quiet until the Nosy ass family elder fixed their lips to ask Toji about babies🤦🏾‍♀️ He quickly replied that he's allergic to children (One of your cousins had the audacity to say that's code word for Deadbeat Dad Boo) Toji is not pleased.

After Dinner he Bonds with the uncles over football even tho he doesn't care for liquor he still had hella fun

At night Toji will sneak into your room to have some X rated fun with you and your family will never know that he even was there

Overall impression 6/10

Ryomen Sukuna

Meeting your Family? Being included in the festivities? Sukuna is delighted that you would include him in all this BUT Yuuji has objections

Yuuji doesn't trust Sukuna in a new environment so Yuuji will be the face of the whole operation

Yuuji is the perfect soft boyfriend that your folks thinks you deserve (If they only knew)

Introduction go so well and He doesn't say anything when a they mention a separate room for you two

He offer a helping hand In the kitchen and help set the table all while Sukuna is Raging in his head

Your little cousins, Nieces and Nephews loves him

Dinner goes beautifully, Yuuji get his plate fixed with your help at explaining the foods

Aunties thinks he just the Cutest and is very sweet

When Questioned about what he do for living Yuuji tells them that he's a university student and he have multiple legal side gigs (Cousins in the background saying HES A EDUCATED HUSTLER)

Yuuji is enjoying the food a little too much tho The potato salad got him Dreaming

Before The Nosy ass Family Elder could even ask their questions, Yuuji Excuse himself to go to the restroom because Sukuna is livid and pissed How could Yuuji sit there indulge himself while ignoring him

Don't get me Wrong Sukuna is about to wreck some shit up but what stops him is the fact this means a lot to you and he can't forgive himself if he over reacts so He comes a agreement with Yuuji that as long as he can get control that and eat some food for himself; he will be okay.

Yuuji Returns just in time to help clear the table

He sits with the uncles for a little bit and watch the game but he soon go to his room for some rest

Right When your family is either asleep or went to their own places Sukuna will lurk and hunt you out.

He's silent as he opens your door and wakes you gently, his claws slightly scratching your arms while his eyes stares intently into your own sleepy eyes..... I am Hungry My pet, The brat promised me a feast and I've been oh so patient Sukuna says deeply yet quietly

With your assistance he gets to Gorge himself on the left overs, what I am sayings is that there wasn't any leftovers when he got done lmao

Sukuna get you in a lot of trouble if you fall for his seduction so be prepared to get caught By the parentals because The King of Curses always give you something that makes it hard for you be quiet😉

Yuuji Impression 10/10

Yuuji impression if Sukuna get y'all asses caught 1/10

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bee-thee-writer · 2 years

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Bad

Sebastian Smythe x fem!reader ~ Bad

Pronouns : She/They

Reader attends Central high. (made up)

Plot: ~ New Directions head to Dalton, only to find everyone leaving ~

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Blaine POV:

As the New Directions and I head into Dalton, we are shocked to see everyone running out.

Us being the nosy people we are, asked someone what was going on.

"It's Central High and the Warblers, they're doing another duel!"

What?

"A duel? And who is Central high? I'm thinking we should check this out, make sure there isn't any good competition for me- I mean us." Rachel suggested. What could go wrong?

3rd POV:

As the central high songbirds and the Dalton Academy Warblers stand in front of each other, a crowd gathers around the empty parking lot.

"Well well well. If it isn't the songbirds. I thought we decided no more battles?" Sebastian Smirks

"We did, but we've decided on one more, for old times sake. Get ready to get your butt kicked, Warbler." Ryan, one of the members, states. Sebastian just rolls his eyes.

And then it starts, with the warblers on Acapella.

Ryan soon starts the lyrics.

Your butt is mine

Gonna tell you right

Just show your face

In broad daylight

I'm telling you

Gonna go after you

Gonna hurt your mind

Don't shoot to kill

Come on

Lay it on me

All right

The Warblers and Songbirds start to move around, dancing and "fighting" with each other.

I'm giving you

On the count of three

To show your stuff

Or let it be

I'm telling you

Just watch your mouth

I know your game

What you're about

Soon, Harry, a different member, joins in.

Well they say the sky's the limit

And to me that's really true

But my friend you have seen nothin'

Just wait 'till I get through

But then the songbirds start to form a pathway in the middle, confusing everybody there.

Then the warblers had the shock of their lives.

Because I'm bad, I'm bad - come on

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

You know I'm bad, I'm bad - you know it

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

You know I'm bad, I'm bad - come on, you know

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

And the whole world has to

Answer right now

Just to tell you once again,

Who's bad

Sebastian's POV:

She's back.

My sweetheart. Left, but now back.

Immediately my eyes are on her as she sings, but I can't let them know she's already gotten to me, so I keep my mask up.

The word is out

You're doin' wrong

Gonna lock you up

Before too long

Your lyin' eyes

Gonna tell you right

So listen up

Don't make a fight

Your talk is cheap

You're not a man

You're throwin' stones

To hide your hands

We move around, everyone now paired with a member of the opposing club, pretend fighting.

Well they say the sky's the limit

And to me that's really true

But my friend you have seen nothin'

Just wait 'till I get through

Everyone's partner switches, Y/N landing with me.

We circle around our partner, myself staring into her eyes. She smirks at me, giving me a wink. I obviously smirk back.

Because I'm bad, I'm bad - come on

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

You know I'm bad, I'm bad - you know it

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

You know I'm bad, I'm bad - come on, you know

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

And the whole world has to

Answer right now

Just to tell you once again

Who's bad

I look her up and down, making her a little flustered, but she keeps her expression.

We can change the world tomorrow

This could be a better place

If you don't like what I'm saying'

Then won't you slap my face

We all moved around, coming back to the same partner, circling each other once again.

Because I'm bad, I'm bad - come on

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

You know I'm bad, I'm bad - you know it

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

You know I'm bad, I'm bad - come on, you know

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

And the whole world has to

Answer right now

Just to tell you once again,

Who's bad

More smirks, winks and checking each other out

You know I'm bad, I'm bad - come on

(Bad, bad - really, really bad)

You know I'm bad, I'm bad - you know it - you know it

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

You know, you know, you know - come on

(Bad bad - really, really bad)

And the whole world has to answer right now

(And the whole world has to answer right now)

Just to tell you

(Just to tell you once again)

As the song ends, Y/N and I are staring into each other's eyes. I can't help myself. I kiss her.

All the passion from the song and missing her comes pouring out. She kisses me back with the same amount of passion.

"Bonjour Princess"

Kurt POV:

One minute, the two high schools are singing, then all of a sudden Sebastian and the girl are kissing. I thought he way gay with the way he flirted with Blaine. I turn to see everyone just as confused as me. Why would someone date Sebastian? He's a terrible person.

I decided to ask about the girl.

I tap one of the Dalton students. "Who is that girl? The one Sebastian is kissing?"

"Oh you don't know her? That's Y/N, captain of the Songbirds. She and Sebastian dated last year before she had to move away, everyone loves her. It's such a great surprise seeing her here. Sebastian has missed her so much, wouldn't shut up about her."

I'm speechless. "But I thought he way gay?"

"I'm Bi, Bitch" A voice from behind startles me. I turn to see the meerkat with his arm around 'Y/N'. "Bas, play nice." She semi scolds him. "Being nice sucks though". 'Y/N' Just rolls her eyes, a small smile on her lips.

"Hello there!" She greets us. "Who might you guys be?"

Rachel speaks up. "We are the New directions. The glee club from McKinley. We just have one question, why are you dating this....meerkat?"

Y/N's smile immediately drops. "What did you just say?"

"I mean, all the things he has done to me and my friends, tried to steal Blaine from Kurt, almost blinded Blaine."

Y/N raises her hand, stopping Rachel from talking.

"Look, sweaters. I know Sebastian has his ups and downs. Puts up a wall so people can't get to know the real him. And I know I haven't been here this half year, but I know the man behind the walls. The man who will do anything to protect me. Drop Warbler practice just to know that I'm okay. The man who makes sure I know i'm loved even when my own parents don't tell me that. The man who makes sure I eat, sleep and get my school work done. I love him with all my heart, and nothing he will do can change that."

The New Directions and I are speechless. We had no idea that Sebastian Smythe of all people, could make someone care as much about him as Y/N does.

"God I love you, Mon bebe, so much."

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lesbobiwan · 3 years

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8 with Hunter 🥺 Please and thank you 😇

#8: "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." + Hunter

warnings: spanking as punishment, cunnilingus, the joys of trying to have a sex life while being a parent to a nosy child

(lets pretend that the galaxy is nice and the bad batch has both omega and crosshair on board. because im the writer and say fuck u cowboy hat man. also u guys r here for porn. not plot)

It wasn't like you were being serious. You only wanted to have a little fun.

Crosshair was just... conveniently there.

"You must have very steady hands," you remark, holding up Crosshair's hand to inspect them.

He smirks from around his toothpick, totally aware of what little game you're playing but always ready to fuck with his brother.

His fingers are more slender than Hunter's, nimble in a way that's beneficial for a man who lives his life on the trigger of a gun.

You've always valued thickness over length.

You continue to inspect Crosshair's fingers regardless.

He lets you ooh and ahh at his fingers and in turn gets a nice confidence boost while fucking with Hunter. A beneficial relationship.

The vein on Hunter's is getting exponentially larger with every second you spend touching Crosshair, but it isn't until Crosshair offers to give you a personal demonstration of how useful his fingers can be that Hunter stands up.

"Alright," Hunter's voice is short and clipped and sure to cause the best kind of pain for your backside. "Everybody out." He stands up from his bunk, drawing the attention of Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Omega.

"What?" Echo's voice is incredulous as he looks up from whatever he was tinkering with.

"Where are we going?" Omega asks, bouncing up to her feet.

You would smile at her overabundant enthusiasm if it weren't for the fact that you wanted to be fucked. Now.

Being a new parent really puts a damper on your sex life, which was already had to be a little sneaky to begin with when you shared a ship with four other people.

Hunter falters, mouth falling open but staying silent.

"Um, Hunter and I just need to talk about something real quick, sweetheart," you cover, excitement starting to build in your gut.

Tech scoffs and mumbles something under his breath.

Wrecker elbows him hard enough to shove Tech into the side of the bunk.

"Oh," Omega rolls onto the backs of her heels, "what about?"

Yup, you're tapped out for trying to come up with excuses to get a child out of the house so you can have sex.

You look at Hunter and gesture out towards Omega. Your turn.

"Uhm... adult stuff," Hunter stammers smartly.

"C'mon, kid," Wrecker plucks Omega up around the waist and hauls her under his arm like a ball, easily leading her out of the ship.

Tech and Echo are the next to rise, both of them hauling little scraps of machinery.

"You do know we're in the middle of nowhere," Tech reminds the two of you on your way out.

"Out, Tech."

Crosshair is the last to get up, groaning with the obvious tremendous effort it takes to stand up. "You owe me," he informs you, pointing one of his long fingers at you.

"Bye, Crosshair," you sing, reaching out to graze a finger along his wrist as he steps past you.

The tension in the ship is palpable.

"I can't help but feel like you're mad at me," you point out, eyes trailing over the way that Hunter's broad chest rises and falls with each of his deep inhales.

You see Hunter's nostrils flair — most likely breathing in your arousal. No sooner than the thought enters your mind, Hunter's eyes dilate. Definitely breathing in your arousal.

Still, he doesn't say anything.

"Me and Cross were just having some fun," you defend, cheeks growing red.

Suddenly, your grand idea doesn't seem that grand anymore.

"Do you want to do this here? Or in the bedroom?" Hunter steps closer into your personal space, so close you can smell the GAR issued soap on him mixed with something distinctly Hunter.

He's offering you a small bit of mercy, a small portion of control in your punishment.

Then you have to open your big mouth.

"We could always use Crosshair's bun — hey!"

Hunter's hand closes around your hair within one breath and the next.

"Hunter!" you cry out, hands scrambling at his wrist, "What the hell are you doing? Let me go!"

He sits on a bunk and — oh, fuck it's actually Crosshair's bunk, Hunter's actually doing this — sprawls you across his lap, one heavy hand on the back of your neck.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and your cunt. "Okay, this isn't funny," you say, while internally you beg for him to keep going, "let me up."

You don't try as hard as you should to get out of his grasp. You think Hunter knows.

"No." Hunter's grip on your neck tightens while his other hand drags both your pants and panties over your ass until they get stuck around your knees. "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."

Shit. You rub your thighs together over his lap, one of your hands clasping around his ankle.

"How many do you think you deserve after that little stunt?" Hunter asks, though you know it's purely rhetorical. "Ten? Fifteen?" His hand swipes across the meat of your asscheeks, warming up the skin before he strikes it — another small mercy.

You hold your breath. You're sure any number you give will only be doubled.

Hunter huffs. "Smart girl," he comments at your silence. "Count."

That's all the warning you get before —

Smack!

You yelp at the first sting across your skin. The sound registers first before the pain. You jerk across his lap, kicking your legs out as you squeal.

The hand on the back of your neck tightens imperceptibly. "Forgetting something?"

"One!" you cry out, voice thick.

He offers you no praise. Not yet, at least. He knows this is light work for you. It's towards the end of your punishment that he'll have to start talking you through it.

Smack!

Hunter's palm lands on your opposite cheek, harder this time.

"Two!" you yelp, hands clenching around Hunter's ankle.

True to form, it takes more than a few spanks in order for you to begin to reach your limit. Your eyes get teary and you do your best to dig your face into the pristine sheets of Crosshair's bunk.

Still, despite your pain, you feel your inner thighs get slick with your arousal.

"That's my girl," Hunter coos, fingers turning almost gentle as he scratches at the nape of your neck. "Just a couple more, can you do that for me?"

His hand soothes the skin of your burning ass, but you jerk against him in sensitivity.

It's too much. Too much, you just want to be good for him now.

"Color?" Hunter prods, pulling his hand away from your stinging cheeks.

"Green!" you sob into the sheets.

Good girls take their punishment.

Hunter gives you one appraising squeeze to the back of your neck, distinctly different from how he grabbed it to get you under control, and wastes no time in delivering two succinct and brutal spanks — one to each cheek.

You wail out each corresponding number and allow yourself to devolve into tears against the sheets.

Hunter smoothes contact-warm palms over your ass cheeks, soothing the ache as best he can without getting up to grab some bacta. "Good girl," he praises, "such a good girl for me," his hand around the back of your neck slides up and begins scratching at your scalp just the way you like.

You feel your heart rate slowing down, and no doubt Hunter can too, under his careful ministrations. The ache in your ass is no less prevalent, but you can bare it.

Besides, you think as you begin to roll your hips against his thighs, there's another feeling you can focus on, instead.

Hunter chuckles, sliding the hand on your ass to dip between your thighs and ghost a finger along your folds, "Well, I suppose you do deserve a reward, don't you?"

You turn to look at him over your shoulder with teary eyes. "Please?"

Hunter flicks his thumb across your clit, and you jolt across his lap for a different reason this time. "Hands and knees, baby," he murmurs, patting your hip once to signal for you to move.

Your limbs feel sluggish as you pull yourself off his lap. "On the floor?" you ask as you start to lower yourself onto the cold ground.

A hand around your wrist stops you. "No. Right here."

Your eyes flew open. On Crosshair's bunk? Spanking you in one thing, but fucking you?

Your cunt burns in excitement. Crosshair will never forgive you and you'll never forget this.

You settle yourself onto your hands and knees on the worn-in mattress, and you don't have to wait long at all before broad, thick fingers are spreading your thighs open and a wicked tongue is pressing against your cunt.

"Fuck!" you cry out, back bowing as Hunter dives in.

His tongue is downright sloppy as he does his best to bury his face in your dripping folds. The sounds he's making against you are obscene and make your facial cheeks go almost as red as your ass cheeks.

Hunter groans against your cunt like it's the best thing he's eaten, and you tremble with the vibrations.

Fuck, you're so close already, it's not even fair.

His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks.

"Hunter!" you sob, falling face first into the mattress. Your thighs tremble beneath his hands.

After being spanked within an inch of your life, your orgasm is tittering along a cliff's edge, ready to be knocked over by the barest gust of wind that comes along in the form of Hunter sliding two thick fingers into your cunt and curling.

You fall apart around him, lips falling open in a wordless scream as your walls clench around his fingers. His relentless lips that sucked at your clit switch to slow licks as you ride out your orgasm.

Hunter pulls his fingers from your sopping pussy with a wet squelch. Immediately, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

You watch behind heavy eyelids as Hunter licks up every last drop of your release — you also notice the large wet spot in the front of Hunter's pants.

The knowledge that he came in his pants like some fresh-faced cadet is almost enough to have you wanting a second round.

"C'mon, baby," Hunter rasps, "Let's get you cleaned up."

When the rest of the crew comes back, Crosshair takes one look his bunk, with a wet spot from your tears and the crumpled up sheets and immediately groans.

"You're both disgusting. You're washing my sheets," he complains, pulling them off his bed as best he can without touching too much of them.

"Why?" Omega asks, popping her head in out of nowhere. "What'd they do?"

Yeah, Hunter can deal with that one too, you think as you burrow your face deeper into his chest and close your eyes.

#100 follower celebration #hunter brat tame me challenge #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader

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ish-scribbles · 3 years

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Maybe I Just Wanna Be Yours~

Pairing: Bokuto Kōtarō x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Authors Note: The main scene is actually inspred from the song ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ by the Artic Monkeys(Youtube, Spotify) You can stream it here, if you feel lost in the last part, though it won’t be a problem even if you don’t!!

"Who's that? I’ve never seen her before" Bokuto asks the first year next to him.

Akaashi follows Bokuto’s gaze to find out that it was his own classmate Y/N.

“Her? She's Y/N L/N, a first year. She and I are actually in the same class.”

Bokuto watched the H/C haired girl as she talked Yukie and Kaori with a smile on her face while intently listening to all their instructions.

“She’s just so pretty, Akaashi. I wish I could talk to her”.

“I guess so...Yukie-san and Kaori-san asked us first years to find a first year willing to join them with their management duties as their workload increased ever since they were assigned both the Boy’s and the Girl’s team. So we got Y/N-san signed up for it.’’

“Really?? Does that mean I would get to see her more?!’’ Bokuto turns excitedly to face Akaashi while he could only could nod in response which resulted in an excited squeal. The practice that day went really well for Bokuto’s team as he was so pumped up knowing that a certain H/C girl would be there observing his every move during the game.

A year went by. The whole team observed Bokuto pine after Y/N for an entire year and the worst part was that everyone bore witness to the fact that Y/N liked him back but neither of them made a move.

Everyone noticed how you smiled a little wider when taking to him, making owl jokes which made no sense but made Bokuto very happy, everyone noticed how you would make excuses just to talk to him even if you had to go out of your way to do it, everybody noticed how you sat with the volleyball club during lunch instead of your own classmates just to spend some extra time with him, everybody noticed that you were there to defend Bokuto with silly comebacks when Kuroo relentlessly teased him at training camps and they definately did notice how you intentionally brought his favourite food more regularly than others just so you could share food with him and sometimes even use your own chopsticks to feed him.

“OMG Y/N. Why don’t you just confess already? Everybody knows that you and Bokuto have a thing for each other” Kaori groaned next to you, while you continued filling up water bottles for the team.

“What are you even talking about? We’re just friends and I’m sure he doesn’t even see me that way” You refute.

“Do you not see the way he acts around you? Like how oblivious can you be- even I can tell you that he’s totally into you!” Yukie exclaims while making exaggerating gestures.

“He acts like that around everybody, that’s how nice he is!’’ You defend yourself.

“I sense a SIMP in this vicinity-’’ You turn around to see Konoha smirking, while wiggling his eyebrows tauntingly.

“Mind your own business now, would you?’’ you roll your eyes at the nosy wing spiker as you turned around to continue what you were doing.

“ACTUALLY- I am, the practice just finished and I was VERY thirsty, so excuse me to ask for the water that should’ve been at the gym 5 minutes ago’’ expresses an over dramatic Konoha as he reaches for one of the bottles was already filled.

“Oh shit- we’re late!’’ You stand up with the already filled bottles and started running towards the gym. Just as you opened the gym doors you ran into Bokuto but before you could enter the gym you almost tripped on the slightly elevated door sill but lucky for you Bokuto was able to gain balance as well as save you from falling as he catches you by the waist.

“Woah there- Y/N, you should be more careful! You could’ve tripped real bad, you know?’’ He says with a slightly concerned expression.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!! I was just running a little late, well I do blame Yukie and Kaori...but still I'm so sorry!!’’ You say while bowing again and again apologetically.

You face Bokuto with an apologetic expression, while the heat colored your cheeks red as you kept visualizing Bokuto holding you by your waist when you almost fell down.

“Hey Y/N you don’t look so good your face has gotten so red for some reason, are you sure that you’re okay?’’ Bokuto innocently inquires which makes your face even more red, while Yukie and Kaori chuckle behind you knowing exactly why you don’t ‘look so good’.

“Why don��t I help you out with the bottles, hm?’’ He smiles while offering you his help.

“Oh no no, I can't possible ask you for that you already had your practice and must be very tired-” only to be cut off by Bokuto “You know, it would be a real shame if one of the Top 5 aces in Japan isn’t capable enough to help his own team manager with things like that.’’

He ruffles your hair and then takes one of the crates like baskets with half the filled bottles and turns around to walk towards the team, finding himself smiling to himself as you followed right behind him.

Everyday was the same ordeal at Fukurodani: morning practice, school, lunch with the team, afternoon practice,,,all this happening alongside you and Bokuto mutually pining over each other while being completely oblivious to each other's feelings.

The whole team, Kaori and Yukie tried to convince you that Bokuto returned your feelings but just doesn’t know how to express them properly, but you never took it that way. It wasn’t that that you didn’t wanted to confess or didn't wanted to believe that the guy you like actually likes you back, you wanted to do that more than anything. But the fear of rejection, your insecurites about yourself and the fear of ruining your current friendship always got the best of you.

‘Why would he like me anyway? He is one of the top 5 aces of the nation, it’s not like he couldn’t do any better’. ‘It’s not like I’m the prettiest girl at school either, plus the girls in his grade are far better than me in every aspect, they would suit him so much better anyways’. ‘He’s just being nice, just like he is with everyone, it's nothing special. I’m just another friend.’ These were the thoughts that you convinced youself with, the thoughts which always held you back.

But it wasn't like that Bokuto didn’t try on his side either. When he realized that your daily interactions with him that was supposed to give you the idea that he liked you weren't working, he became more desperate. He attempted the most cliche way to confess; writing a handwritten letter. Too bad that people in your grade were pranking girls with such methods to mess around and even your own classmates fell victim to such pranks too, so you didn’t take the letter seriously when you first got it either. It didn’t help his case when he forgot to mention his name in it too.

Another day at practice and Bokuto was in his feels. His hair was down as if droopy from all the sadness that burdened him. His sets with Akaashi were failing miserably and he couldn’t get his head in the game either.

“Akaashi, what do I do? I don’t even know anymore! I even wrote a letter to her but I forgot write my name name on it, like I wrote the best I could, but my timing couldn't be any worse! I heard her telling Yuki and Kaori how she thinks she got pranked with that letter, like no one should feel that way, that’s too mean! How could people even do that, Akaashi, how??!’’

Practice was long forgotten and all Bokuto could think about was you. Even Akaashi couldn’t figure out what to do and they had a practice match with Nekoma in the next half hour.

Nekoma’s team entered the Fukurodani Gym and you along with the other team managers started helping out them with chairs and refreshment supplies.

After the match started, Fukurodani started messing up badly. All Bokuto’s shots were either getting blocked, recieved or being shot out of court.

Despite everyone in the team trying to cheer him up with compliments and chants, he ended up asking Akaashi to not set him anymore. Nekoma took advantage of that fact that the ace wasn't able to break through and with Kenma’s strategic sets they were able to win the first set.

You approached Bokuto in the first time out when handing him out a bottle and his towel.

“Hey Bo, you okay out there?” you ask with a slight smile.

He takes the bottle out of your hands and replies “I’m okay’’ and starts gulping down water as he almost finishes the whole bottle in one go.

“Hey don’t push yourself too much, okay? Everyone has bad days once in a while, so it’s totally fine if you don’t feel up to it” You say while gently stroking his back while he looks up from the floor to face you with a droopy face.

“Can I get a hug? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I am pretty sweaty right now-’’ He asks to which you say “Of course, you can’’ He tightly wraps you in a hug as you still stroke his back in circular motions.

The whole team saw the two of you hugging; you guys were sitting on the same bench as the rest afterall. But it wasn’t very unnatural to you, he naturally was a very touchy person who does get pretty down when his plays aren’t going according to plan, so it didn't occur as anything out of the blue. You did end up getting some sly remarks from Kuroo when he was passed by you two though.

“You know what Y/N? I feel a lot better, thankyou.’’ he stands up with a new confidence radiating from him “Keep your eyes on me, I’ll score all the shots for you’’ he says with a big smile etched across his face while Akaashi smiles in the back knowing that Bokuto was going to crush his competition now that his mood was all better.

Fukurodani won the match by 1-2 sets and Bokuto got complementary headpats from you (the highlight of his day).

Next day, Konoha had an announcement to make.

“Guys I’m having a party at my house this Saturday and all of the club members are invited. I would be inviting a lot of people from school and you can invite your own friends as too. But all of you absolutely have to be there, no excuses!’’

“Look who’s being all Mr. Popular all of a sudden” Kaori snarkily remarks.

“Well, I'm not denying it either.’’ says Konoha as he rolls his eyes at her.

“Would there be drinks at the party?’’ Yukie asks.

“Yes, but only for third years who are above 18, I don’t want get caught in the middle of any illegal crap when all I want is to part. So different cups for alchoholic and non alchoholic drinks and the guys handling the bar will check for that.’’ Konoha replies.

Yukie turns to face you and asks “Y/N, you would be there at the party, right?’’

“Yeah, we don’t have any exams around that time so I don’t think my parents would mind either.’’ You reply while lowkey being excited about it.

Bokuto internally got so happy knowing that he would get to see you outside the school. It wasn’t that he doesn’t see you outside school, but most of the time it’s most likely hangouts after practice with the team, at Akaashi’s place, or walking you to your house after school. Well, he wouldn’t be alone with you here either, but it’s better than nothing so he still was pumped.

At Saturday, he did his best to dress up. He wore a white shirt with a few buttons down and sleeves folded to cover 3/4th of his arms. Instead of gelling his hair up, he decided to let them down, since he looked fairly good that way. He applied the cologne you gifted him last year on his birthday which he only wears for special occasions, so it doesn’t run out soon. He applies some of it on his outfit, some on his neck and on his inner wrist. He takes one last look in the mirror and then smiles to his reflection deeming himself ready to go.

When he arrived at Konoha’s place, he met up with the rest of the team who were at that time conversing near the snack bar. He tried looking around for you but couldn’t, since the house was fairly crowded.

That was until he heard Yukie’s drunk hoots to the song played by the DJ. His eyes immediately dart to the direction of her voice only to see you steadying up a drunk Yukie while Kaori took another bite of the food she was having.

Seeing that you were here made him so happy! You were dressed in a high waisted short that hugged your curves as well as your thighs just right, it was paired with a crop top that exposed just the right amount of skin and its color complemented your skin tone well.

Akaashi with a soda in his hands, stands next to Bokuto when he notices that he was finally was able to locate you “Oh you found Y/N-san, do you want me to call her over?”

Bokuto gets frantic and says “Are you kidding me, what are you talking about??! Just look at her! She looks so gorgeous today, I don’t even think I would even be able to talk to her!! I...I- I need a drink.“ He sighs before heading to the kitchen with Konoha and Washio.

After some time after dancing and spending time with the two managers you decide head over to the spot where the rest of the club members were. As soon as you reach there, you are immediately approached by a drunk Bokuto.

“HEY HEY HEY, Y/N!! You’re finally here! I missed you so muchh~” Hey spoke before engulfing you in a big hug and lift you off the ground before setting you back.

“Hey Bo! wait- are you drunk?’’ You ask with one eyebrow cocked.

“Mayhaps-‘’ He hiccups as he answered “Well Y/N, I would like to let you know that you look indisputably beautiful tonight“ He smiles.

“Ah t-thankyou, you don't look that bad youself’’ you reply while tucking your hair behind your ears slightly surprised by the compliement.

Konoha in the back takes the mic from the DJ booth and speaks up “Hey everyone! Our amazing DJ has been playing over 4 hours continuously now, so we’re gonna switch to Karaoke while they take a short break”

Hearing the announcement Bokuto exclaims “Y/N, Y/N, we should sing together!!”

“Oh no, I shouldn’t. I’m not a good singer at all-’’ You try to decline but Bokuto was already pulling you through the crowd to the makeshift stage infont on the Karaoke setup.

He lets you go before he walks towards the guy handling the system, probably to discuss the song before returning to your side as you wait for the people before you to finish their song, the rest of the club members join the crowd around the stage.

As soon as the current performance ended Bokuto asks you “Y/N do you trust me?’’ with a small smile.

“Yes, I do, but-”

“Then let’s go already’’ he says as he pulls you onto the stage with him.

A guy hands you both each a mic. After tapping the mic with his hand to check whether the amplification was working or not Bokuto speaks up “Y/N, I remember that Artic Monkeys are one of your favourite artists, so I picked one of their songs since I know you like them so much! And I dedicate this song to you’’ He extravagently points at you with a big toothy smile on his face.

Your gaze never leaves Bokuto, you were even surprised at the fact that he remembered something like that when you were conversing about it a year ago. Bokuto has small smile on his face when he looks at you before he closes his eyes as soon as the song begins as if to be fully be immersed in the melody.

The song starts with a repetetive beat which progessively starts gaining a tune. You immediately recognize the song. ‘I Wanna Be Yours’. It’s a love song. Did he intentionally pick a song of such sort? No no, it’s must be a random pick. He’s drunk, it was one of the popular songs by the artist. But then why would he dedicate it to you?

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust~

He didn’t look at the screen once, as if he had the whole thing memorized word by word. This song was one of the tracks you used to play on loop when you first got to know about it, but at this point you were barely able to remember any of the lyrics.

So instead of trying to catch up with the song you just crossed your arms and kept the mic close to yourself, feeling slightly anxious because of the crowd around you. But when you saw Bokuto singing with a smile, you somehow felt relaxed.

The lyrics was kind of cheesy but cute at the same time. Seeing how much Bokuto tried to sing his best was evident by the scrunches on his face at some parts of the song, all that made you felt so giddy, his performance is dedicated to you afterall.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

Bokuto Koutaro. The guy you’ve liked for two years now, still didn’t fail to give you butterflies. You both were alone on the makeshift stage where HE was singing and dedicating a love song for you, which most probably was a random pick. But as the seconds pass, you somehow had a weird feeling coming up. The way he looked at you while singing, the way he sang didn’t feel random at all, no sense of platonicity could be felt anymore either.

Could it be? Was he intentionally singing a love song to you, was this supposed to be some sort of confession or a grand gesture by any means? Of course not! He is just nice and probably chose a song he thought I would be comfortable with, you keep convincing yourself that. It doesn’t matter anyways, he is drunk afterall. But then he starts walking towards you, he doesn’t stop singing the lyrics as if they had some sort hidden meaning to them?

Secrets I have held in my heart…

He looks directly into your eyes while continue to walk over to where you were standing while still singing.

He’s just drunk, it doesn't mean anything.

…Are harder to hide than I thought

He reaches in front of you and cups your cheek with his hand. Wait a minute. Is this eally happening? He couldn’t possibly like you back? Could he?

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

He slowly caressed your face which had a stunned expression shocked from what was happening at that moment.

‘Were your friends right after all?

Are you even good enough for him?

Maybe it’s just a prank? A dare maybe?

Or did he just had too much to drink? No.

While you were filled with thoughts and still getting filled with new ones. He drops his mic and holds your face with both as he cups your face and kisses you gently.

Your eyes widdened with realisation as you get out of your trance to what was happening. Bokuto was the one slightly intoxicated but you were the one who felt hallucinated instead.

Bokuto pulls back, thinking maybe he went too far or how he shouldn’t have jeopardised his friendship with you like this, maybe you'll hate him for this.

But when he looked, you had tears in your eyes. Not because you didn’t want this, but because you had bottled up your feelings about him for a very, very long time. You jump up at him and you kiss him again while holding on to his neck while he embraces you and kisses you back.

The songs’s chorus was still playing in the background but so were the supportive hoots and cheers from your friends, club members and other people that present in the crowd around you.

Akaashi smiles behind the camera, as he pushes the stop button to the video he just recorded. He then picks up his soda from the table next to him and smiles at the two of you, who of you who were currently embracing each other. He then pockets his phone away, satisfied that he made the right decision to record this moment. As he thought that someday, this video would mean a lot to you both and boy was he right.

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ncssian · 3 years

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A Favor: Part Nine

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n: reading canon eris discourse literally makes me dizzy but in this fic he's pretty chill

***

“Any plans for Thanksgiving?” Emerie asks as they stroll between the shelves of the library.

Nesta runs her finger down the spine of a textbook on corporate law. “Not really,” she murmurs distantly.

She’s been doing her best not to think of the upcoming holidays, in fact. Cassian is going to Velaris for Thanksgiving, and of course Feyre invited Nesta as well, but…

She’s always ignored her sister’s holiday invites, but this year is different. Cassian, a recent constant in her life, will be gone, enjoying himself for the first time in months without her presence. And Nesta will be at the cabin alone, because of course she can’t celebrate Thanksgiving with Feyre’s found family. Being friends with Cassian hasn’t changed that.

“Well,” Emerie is saying, “a bunch of us can’t go home for the holidays for one reason or another, so we’re hosting a small Friendsgiving at my apartment. You’re invited.”

Nesta glances at her, surprised. “Who’s going to be there?”

“The same guys from drinks night: Eris, Justinian, Isaac. Maybe a plus one or two if we’re lucky.” She elbows Nesta. “Maybe a girl for me to take home.”

“I thought the party was at your home already?”

“You know what I mean. Anyway, are you coming?”

Nesta purses her lips. “But you said it was a Friendsgiving. Those guys aren’t my friends.”

Emerie looks at her like she's insane. “Uh, why not?”

“Because,” Nesta states, “we’ve only had one real interaction all semester.”

Emerie scoffs. “You talk to them all the time in class, Nesta.”

“Yes. Out of necessity.”

Emerie raises a high brow. “That’s how you view spending time with us? A ‘necessity’?”

She’s upset, and Nesta doesn’t know what she said wrong. “That’s not what I meant,” she tries to say.

“Then what did you mean?”

“I just…” Nesta shrugs. “I thought it took more to make friends than a single night out.” Those are the rules, right?

Emerie narrows her dark eyes at her. “I’m sorry we’re not up to standard, then. But for your information, those guys liked you. I’m sure they considered you a friend.” She turns to leave, but Nesta is so stunned she can’t even try to stop her. The click of Emerie’s heels resonate long after she’s gone.

“Hey,” Cassian comes up to her later that day. “About Thanksgiving—”

Nesta drops her dinner plate onto the island with a clatter. “What is it with everybody and Thanksgiving?” Her voice is unnecessarily loud.

Cassian blinks. “Well, it’s only a few days away—”

“I know,” she says. “I’m fine staying home alone. We never celebrated Thanksgiving growing up, you know? It’s really not a big deal.”

“Will you let me finish, Nesta?”

Nesta presses her lips together.

Cassian takes a breath. “I think you should— I would really love it if you came to Velaris with me this weekend.”

There’s a silence as he waits for her to answer.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says after a moment.

Before he can press the subject, she blurts, “I already have plans.”

“You do?” Nesta can’t tell if he sounds disappointed or surprised.

She straightens her back, lying through her teeth, “Yes. Some friends from school are getting together for a Friendsgiving, and I’m going.” She almost bites her tongue on the word friends. She doesn’t even know what that means anymore.

“That’s amazing,” Cassian says, though he still looks a little taken aback. “I’m glad.” He looks down at the marble counter then, trying to smile. “Sucks for me, though.”

Nesta huffs a laugh. “Please, like you won’t be having fun with your friends whether I’m there or not.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but why go for half the fun when I could go for double?”

“That’s not how math works,” she snipes.

Cassian grabs a fork so he can sit down across from Nesta. “Don’t you ever bring up correct math in this house again.” He points his silverware at her threateningly.

From there, they can devolve into their usual dinner habit of bantering that leads to more serious conversation. Cassian has recently been on a French movie binge, Nesta learns, and even though she despises the French, she listens closely to his analysis of each film and offers her own thoughts back. She even promises to rewatch one or two of his favorites at a later time. The giddiness he gives in return makes her almost wish she had accepted his invitation earlier, if only so she could keep making him happy.

God. What is he doing to her?

Later that night, Nesta pulls out her phone and opens up her messages with Emerie. She doesn’t want to have rejected Cassian just to end up staying home alone all weekend. She types out five different messages and erases them before settling on an apathetic, Is the invite for Thursday still on?

Emerie takes her time to reply, likely to punish Nesta. After some minutes, she finally texts, Yes.

It’s all she can expect from Emerie, and it’s all she needs to see.

Nesta: I’ll be there.

***

“Cassian!” Feyre swings open the door with an overjoyed smile, ready to greet him.

He laughs and steps in for a hug, going so far as to lift her feet off the floor. Because damn him, even with his conflicted feelings towards Feyre lately, he’s missed her. He’s missed all of his friends, even though he’s found something precious while he was away from them.

He’s ushered into the penthouse, which Feyre and Rhys insist on calling an “apartment”, as if that softens the blow of their extravagant wealth. Cassian and everybody else goes along with it, however, because the rich have committed worse crimes. At least that’s what Nesta says.

“Rhys is out getting last minute beer from the gas station,” Feyre says as she takes his overnight bag. “And you’re the first to arrive, which means I have you all to myself.” She whirls on him with a predatory gleam in her eye. “Tell me everything about the last two months with you and Nesta, ASAP.”

Cassian’s heart starts racing at the unexpected interrogation, but he laughs it off and shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just roommates.”

“Well, I know that.” Feyre rolls her eyes. “But what is it like? How is it going? Is she okay? Are you okay?”

Before he can answer a single question, Feyre goes on. “I haven’t heard from either of you in eons, it feels like. Is Nesta still picky about her foods touching? Does she get upset when you play music too loud? Does she—”

“Jesus, Feyre,” Cassian interrupts loudly. “Not everything in my life is about your sister. Give it a rest.” He takes his duffel bag back from her.

“I’m just curious!” she says indignantly, but Cassian is already heading up the winding stairs to his guest room, going as fast as he can without outright running.

“I need to get washed up!” he announces before Feyre can make him stop and come back for more questioning.

In the safety of his bedroom, he releases a breath.

If Cassian thought keeping Nesta’s health issues from Feyre was difficult, he couldn’t have predicted how painful it would be to hide his feelings for Nesta. Still, he doesn’t dare expose what he can’t yet define, especially not to his nosy-ass friends. Some things just aren’t matters for gossip.

***

Nesta hesitantly enters Emerie’s small studio apartment to a party in full swing; “full swing” being Justinian and Isaac playing video games on the couch while Emerie is in the kitchen area attempting to make drinks. Nesta stops near the kitchenette and crosses her arms, surveying the scene. “Something about this doesn’t look right,” she says aloud. Emerie doing the hard work while the men play? Antithetical to her very nature.

“I know,” is all Emerie says without looking up from whatever hellish concoction she’s whipping up. “But I’m the host, so this is my role.”

“Hey, Nesta,” the guys speak up together, not taking their eyes off the TV. Isaac is the first to break his concentration from the game, glancing at Nesta and doing a double take. “Woah, you look good today.” Is he blushing?

Emerie finally looks up at that, eyeing Nesta’s modest black dress. “A little funeral-chic, but still hot as ever, babe.” Right after, she makes a face at the term babe. “Nope, I tried it and I hate it.”

Nesta hates it just as much, but goes over to help Emerie with what she now realizes are oddly colored Jello shots. She picks up a little plastic cup with dark jelly in it and wiggles it around. “What color is this supposed to be?”

“Brown.” Emerie blows a piece of escaped hair out of her face. “They were supposed to be Thanksgiving themed.”

Nesta surveys the shots arranged in various fall colors. Definitely an interesting choice for a twenty-four year old law student, but what did Nesta know about parties?

“Where’s Eris?” she asks casually as she helps arrange more cups. Her argument with Emerie is far from forgotten, but the two women are too alike for their own good. They’ll ignore the lingering tension until it dissipates, and that will be the end of that.

Before Emerie can answer Nesta’s question, a loud bang comes from the entryway as the already open door hits the wall. Eris Vanserra sweeps inside in his designer coat and sophisticated boots, followed by a new, striking face. “It’s fucking freezing,” he announces, just as the new guy quietly shuts the door behind them.

“You’re late,” Emerie says in her usual flat tone.

“I had to pick up my twerp brother.” Eris tilts his head toward the redhead behind him.

“I didn’t ask to come,” the new guy, Eris’s brother, chimes in.

Nesta is perked up now, angling to get a better look at him. Same hair color, same eyes, different skin tone from Eris. He looks like the relaxed, unpretentious version of his brother. Someone pauses the video game.

“I’m Lucien,” he awkwardly raises a hand.

Justinian looks at everybody else. “I’m confused— does this mean we can finally replace Eris’s punk ass?”

The thought of an unexpected guest first makes Nesta clench up, especially when she’s seated right next to the damn guy at the dining table. New people means everything about the regular social routine will be changed up, and she isn’t at all prepared for it.

It takes maybe fifteen minutes for her to realize that Lucien is nothing to worry about— much quicker than she’s ever warmed up to a stranger before.

He has the affected quiet confidence of someone who would rather be anywhere else but here. No one knows that mask better than Nesta.

Against all odds, she’s the first to initiate a conversation.

“Why are you here?” she says bluntly.

No hello, no how are you. Fuck, this is why she doesn’t talk to people.

Lucien looks surprised at the sudden acknowledgment, but answers, “My plans got cancelled at the last minute.” His mouth tightens as he looks toward his brother. “So Eris dragged me here instead.”

“You don’t like your brother?”

Lucien narrows his eyes at her, defensive. “Is this an interrogation or something?”

Embarrassment heats Nesta’s face, but she hides it under her usual cold stare. “Never mind.”

She turns back to her food, refocusing on an anecdote Isaac is giving about a girl he met the other week. A moment later, Lucien says lowly, “I can’t stand my brother.”

She laughs a little too loudly at that, and everyone looks at her.

Isaac grins. “See, Nesta thinks it’s a funny story.”

Nesta frowns. “No, I don’t. You told it last week and no one laughed.”

His face falls. Eris laughs out loud at him, and Emerie tosses wadded up napkins at both men. “You’re both deeply uninteresting. Let’s talk about me.”

She launches into a heated discussion about how she plans to defeat “that bitch Brian” for the internship at Velaris’s biggest law firm next summer, with Eris interjecting that she wouldn’t survive a day in the big city. Nesta turns back to Lucien. “I understand how you feel.”

“You hate Eris too?”

“No, but I have sisters.” Eris is nice, if a pretentious asshole at times, but she empathizes with Lucien either way.

He raises a brow. “And you’re here for Thanksgiving instead of with them?”

For the first time all night, Nesta remembers that Cassian is having fun in a spacious penthouse with Feyre and Elain and the others, likely eating much nicer food than store-bought turkey and Jello shots, and she almost deflates. Almost. Because as much as she enjoys this— spending time with people that belong to her, not Feyre or anybody else— there’s a hollow space in the room that Cassian usually fills. She doesn’t know how she can miss someone and be this thoroughly content at the same time, but she tries not to ponder on her feelings.

She shrugs at Lucien’s question. “We’re all here instead of with our families.”

What would have been a thirty-minute meal on Nesta’s own stretches into a long night of full bellies and fuller conversation. Justinian demands a toast in honor of Friendsgiving, and Emerie tells him not to pull that cringy shit, but everyone ends up raising their small Jello shots to clink against each other.

Thanksgiving might be Nesta’s favorite holiday.

***

Cassian doesn’t know what this feeling is: the itching, nervy sense of impatience that plagues him the longer dinner drags on. All he knows is that tonight Mor’s laughter is just a little too loud, and Amren’s quips are just a little too sharp, and Rhys’s stories aren’t very interesting for once.

Nothing about his friends have changed, but somehow, Cassian feels different. Empty. He can’t stop thinking about what Nesta is doing right now.

He checks his phone under the table for the sixth time in three minutes, for what, he doesn’t know. Maybe she’s in trouble and needs his help. Maybe she’s having a bad night and wants to talk to him. Maybe she’s just bored and thinking about him.

None of this is true, evidently, because his phone remains dead silent.

“Cassian.” It’s Elain’s gentle voice that draws him out of his head. “What’s it like having a roommate for once? I know you and Nesta love being alone.”

He nearly jumps out of his skin. “Alone? No we don’t. Why would we love being alone together?”

Elain looks at him like he’s grown a new head. “I didn’t mean alone together. It’s just that you’ve always spent your time boarded up in that mountain cabin on your own, and before Nesta moved in, she wouldn’t leave her apartment even to see me.”

“I never thought of it that way,” Feyre butts in. She whirls to Cassian with her hands under her chin. “All this time I was wondering what you and Nesta living together would be like, and I didn’t even consider you guys avoiding each other.”

Cassian scoffs a laugh but doesn’t know how to respond. He just wants Feyre and Elain to stop poking at this raw, fresh thing in his life before his nerves get worse, so he turns to Amren and brings up the thing he knows will shut everyone down: work. “How much longer is Rhys gonna have you playing double agent at Adriatic?” She’s been acting as brand ambassador to the West Coast-based conglomerate for the past five months, playing nice while gathering information on Night Court Inc.’s biggest competitor.

Groans resound around the table, but Amren’s eyes brighten frightfully. “If he keeps me there any longer, I might end up staying for good.”

Rhysand smiles thinly. “Amren has a crush on their new CFO. If she keeps going on about Varian’s pretty face I might pull her out of Adriatic by the end of the year.”

Just as Cassian is about to convince himself to care, his phone vibrates in his hand. Everything tunes out as he sees Nesta’s name on the screen, attached to a new text. He clicks into it.

A picture of Nesta and her friends around a dinner table pops up, smiling and laughing. His heart catches in his throat at the image.

“What did we say about phones during dinner, Cassian?” Rhysand interrupts just then.

Cassian stands up quickly, stammering, “Uh, I just need to answer this call— it’s important.” Azriel is staring up at him like he’s lost his mind, but Cassian doesn’t notice or care as he rushes out of the room with his phone in a death grip, overcome.

Alone in a hallway bathroom, he lets himself look at the picture again, hungrily absorbing every detail he couldn’t catch the first time around: her face is flushed and her hair is down, wilder than usual. Her smile is so rarely genuine that it kills him a little just to see it; he doesn’t know whether to be relieved or pained that she’s having such a good time, that she isn’t missing him like he’s missing her. A sharp-faced girl that Cassian assumes is Emerie is holding the camera, likely having stolen Nesta’s phone to demand a picture, and the two women are surrounded by guys he doesn’t recognize. Except—

The face beside Nesta’s catches Cassian’s attention, and he clicks to zoom in. “Is that Lucien Vanserra?” he mutters.

Elain’s ex gets to hang out with Nesta while he doesn’t? This is fucked.

He doesn’t have a reason for his actions as he shoves his phone into his pocket and exits the bathroom. He just knows he needs to get out of here, away from this place that’s so far from Nesta’s heart.

His keys and coat hang near the front door, and he can hear Feyre’s voice from the dining room. “Cassian? Where are you—”

The door slams behind him before she can finish.

***

Being the only one who refused to get drunk off Jello shots, Eris offers to drive Nesta home for the night.

While Lucien is passed out in the backseat without a care in the world, Nesta is so awake she can feel her nerves buzzing. She knows as soon as she leaves this car, the bittersweet loneliness that comes after a party will set in, but for now…

What a night. She sighs and lets her head fall back against the seat, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Damn,” Eris lets out a low whistle as he pulls up to the mountain cabin. “This is your place?”

She lifts her head, realizing she’s home. “Ah. It’s only a temporary living situation,” she explains. “It’s my— friend’s place.”

“Friend or sugar daddy?” Eris smirks.

Nesta scowls, grabbing her stuff and pushing open the door to leave. It’s not Eris’s fault she’s unable to take a joke about Cassian, but that doesn’t change the sensitivity of the topic.

“Hey, wait—” he calls after her.

She pauses to look back at him. He hesitates, then says, “Good night.”

“Take care of your brother,” she directs. Stepping out of his fancy car, she shuts the door and raises a hand in goodbye, watching him pull away from the cabin.

Alone in the driveway, Nesta stands under the moonlight for a long moment, letting the chill seep into her bones. She’s dawdling.

She pauses again at the front door, her hand on the doorknob. The dreaded loneliness is already coming over her, crawling over her skin and making a home in the cage of her ribs.

A whole weekend without Cassian.

Maybe she should have asked Emerie if she could stay over for the night, but a part of her knows it would have been futile. Emerie can’t replace Cassian’s constant presence, no matter how much Nesta likes her.

It’s only three days. She steels herself and unlocks the door, prepared to be greeted by darkness and hollow silence.

The first thing she notices when she steps inside is the sound of crackling, followed by a warm glow from the living area. The lights are all off, but the fireplace is ablaze.

Nesta’s brows furrow, confused, but then she sees on the couch— “Cassian?”

***

a/n: i know justinian and isaac are names for side characters that sjm has used before but in this case they're completely different ocs.

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scripturiends · 3 years

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lovers in the night, strangers in the light

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Summary: Seo Injae doesn't like the nosy Han Jipyeong, not until the moment she needed him to meddle.

Rating: T

Word count: 1440

Notes: Title taken from Seori's 'Lovers In The Night': “We could be lovers in the night, we could be strangers in the light, if it's going too fast for you.”

I've been a fan of Start-Up since it came out, and got hooked with Injae and Jipyeong after their lone scene together in the finale ㅜㅜ So much chemistry and potential that was only saved for a 30-second scene :( In any case, I wrote a self-indulgent fic a few months back for a friend; it was barely 500 words until I patched it up recently to publish here and on ao3, after being a silent reader of Jinjae fics for so long.

Despite the brevity and straightforwardness of the fic, I hope you enjoy! The fic is under the cut. All mistakes are mine.

At the networking party, Seo – formerly Won – Injae looked visibly uncomfortable conversing with the foreign investor whose hands were getting a little too frisky. She shied at the man's touch, turning away to flinch, but at his beck and call, returned just as quickly, beaming from ear-to-ear like she was never bothered in the first place.

Anyone who knew her would be able to tell that she was faking it.

Han Jipyeong watched from afar, blood boiling at the sight before him. While his instincts were to go after her rescue, the better part of his conscience resisted. After all, it was his meddling that got him tangled up in the long and messy thread of Seo Dalmi and Nam Dosan to begin with, and he's gone through far too much for far too long to wish that misery upon himself a second time. Jipyeong isn't getting any younger, and the true test of maturity, he believes, is to learn when to turn a blind eye.

But he can't stand seeing anybody being touched without their consent. No matter how "normal" this is supposed to be in their line of work, he could never get used to it. And if he himself can't get used to it, how could he expect Injae to?

He shouldn't go after Injae, at least not in the way he's planning to. In the milliseconds passing by, his head tells his feet to stay planted on the ground.

They don't listen.

The moment the foreigner let go of Injae to take a sip of his champagne, Jipyeong was there in a flash, placing a hand gingerly around her waist. She yelped lightly, but seemed to catch on quick: her shoulders stiffened, only for a split second, before completely losing tension at the sight of the blond European man who witnessed the brazen display of affection between the two.

Injae sank into Jipyeong's touch, offering a silent nod of acknowledgment at him. Her dimples protruded as she looked up at her beau for the night, with Jipyeong's own smile following suit. He could swear it was like looking into a mirror.

Then, knowing the businessman couldn't speak their language, she muttered through gritted teeth, "Are you always this nosy?"

Injae's laugh was thick like honey, trying to mask the sharpness of the thinly veiled remark she directed at Jipyeong. It almost scared him just how well she could fake her emotions.

But two can play at that game.

Jipyeong switched his grip from Injae's waist to her shoulder, rubbing circles around it with his thumb. "You can let go if you don't need my help," he whispered.

If Injae was annoyed, she didn't show it, at least not in front of anybody. Instead, she grabbed Jipyeong's hand, intertwined it with hers, and didn't let go the entire night.

—

Walking out of the noise-filled venue, Injae's blurred purple vision clears, not that there's much to be seen in the dark anyway. One lonely light envelops the otherwise empty entrance, and all she hears at the moment are the cicadas in the night, and the footsteps of somebody following closely behind her. Steam comes out of her mouth as she sighs, realizing how cold it actually is in her sleeveless evening gown.

She had finally let go of Jipyeong's hand, but his suit jacket was wrapped around her body, hugging her exposed shoulders warmly.

"Just so you know, I didn't enjoy a single second of that," Injae snipped.

"Okay," Jipyeong allows, voice tone a little higher than it usually is, indicating that he's not the slightest bit convinced. He's mocking her. Injae almost snarls at him for being so nonchalant about this, for being so cocky, for having the audacity to be amused at the thought of getting her flustered.

But the truth is, she is somehow thankful. Mostly relieved, that out of everybody who could have stepped in, it was him – somebody she already respects, and definitely someone she could even learn to trust, in time.

While they're co-workers at Sandbox, they're also, in some weird unprecedented way, family. Jipyeong was closer to Injae's own grandmother than she was, but it was never an issue for her. In fact, she's glad there's someone to fill her shoes in all the years she was an absentee granddaughter. She's making up for all the time lost now, and as she navigates her way through a normal life with her real family, Jipyeong is present for those moments too.

They don't talk, not as often as they do with Dalmi separately, but they're civil. Because of that, Injae knows Jipyeong did this out of genuine concern for her.

If it were anybody else, she definitely would have caused a scene.

Injae's valet arrives, and the pair made their separate ways. Without so much as a goodbye, there was a quiet agreement between the two of them to forget all about this little roleplay.

—

The next few days at work were relatively uneventful for Jipyeong, and he doesn't know why he's disappointed.

He half-expected and half-hoped to run into Injae somehow, to feel the same rush that he did during that night, despite the promise that they would never bring it up again. He couldn't even bask in the awkwardness like the masochist that he is, because he never saw her within those days, not even once.

Is she avoiding me? he wondered. And for the better part of those seemingly dead-end days at the office, that was all he could think about.

It wasn't until Injae came running to him the next morning that he realized she wasn't.

"Han Jipyeong!" she called, but he didn't budge. Finally catching up to him, Injae said his name again, this time much more loudly, pulling on his suit before he could even take another step.

Jipyeong turned around, shocked that Injae was even there.

She was out of breath, and he was half-asleep. All-in-all, not a good combination.

Injae cut to the chase. "Dalmi is setting me up with someone," she complained, sounding restless. She's a woman who wastes no time, indeed. With those words hanging in the air, Jipyeong finally had a vague idea as to why she was blocking him in the middle of Sandbox's footbridge.

And that woke him up better than Youngsil ever could.

"I thought you hated me," he quipped, crossing his arms. He's testing the waters.

"I don't hate you," Injae pressed, "I hate that you're intrusive."

Then, she rattled off, "I can usually handle things like this on my own, but Dalmi hasn't stopped with this nonsense and she has been very candid that she has no plans on stopping until she finds the 'perfect guy' for me. I already have enough on my plate as it is, and – "

Injae bit her lip and sighed, embarrassed at the admission of defeat.

Jipyeong finds it endearing.

"Just one day," she begged, eyes sparkling up at Jipyeong. It was the one striking feature that the Seo sisters shared, and he softened once he locked eyes with the older sibling.

He didn't know what else to say, except that he was definitely flattered that Injae thinks Dalmi would stop meddling in her sister's affairs if she presented Jipyeong as her boyfriend.

Boyfriend, he repeated in his head. Seo Injae's boyfriend. It may be an act, but it's rolling off the tongue better than he imagined. He breathed an amused smile to himself, which Injae definitely caught.

She blinked at him with doe eyes as he offered his hand, probably astonished by the fact that her plan (which was barely even a plan, Jipyeong thought. She could at least have given him a pitch) actually worked, but she firmly took the invitation anyway.

They walked to the office in silence hand-in-hand, which, in retrospect, they didn't actually need to do. Jipyeong could try to deceive himself with a rational explanation: maybe they were practicing. Maybe Injae was just excited and got carried away.

Were they still pretending? He didn't care.

What Injae didn't know was that Jipyeong would have dived in headfirst with this crazy plan in a heartbeat, that the way he felt with her at that party was like an itch he couldn't scratch, that he was just waiting for an opening to feel that way again.

What Injae didn't know was that if even if she didn't ask first, Jipyeong would have interrupted her date anyway.

"Hold your head up," he told her in the elevator, his hand still tightly intertwined with hers. "And remember: you can let go if you don't need me anymore."

She didn't.

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