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justsomefluff · 4 years

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Good Morning with Ateez

Summary: the title pretty much explains it all lmao

A/N: Sorry that I haven’t been writing! School has been crazy with everything going on, and I have to work as well. Hopefully, I will be able to write more in the coming weeks.

*Members after Joong are below the cut*

Hongjoong:

ok, waking up in the morning with joongie is wild

If he wakes up first, he’s all giggly

bugging you

kissy kissy all over your face

he’s practically on top of you

it’s not that he wants to get up or anything, he just prefers when you are awake at the same time

“Let me sleep, Joongie”

“but iM LONELY”

If you’re really tired though he’s gonna be cute with you and let you sleep all you want

he will just lay with you and stroke your hair and kiss your hands and ugh im soft

BUT

if you wake up first

he expects the same

so, if you wake him up with anything other than smooches he’s gonna whine and complain so much

“GIMME KISS”

“no, you have morning breath”

“so what you're saying is you hate me”

SO dramatic

if you manage to slip out of bed before he can trap you

he will jump out of bed and latch onto you

LEECH

tries to steal your energy through his hugs

but overall a cute bb who likes a calm, sweet wakeup with his love

Seonghwa:

(THIS GIF I CANT BREATHE)

So, our precious baby Seonghwa

ALWAYS awake before you

like how does he do it???

why does he do it???

whenever he wakes up, he’ll kinda check on you a little bit

make sure you’re in a comfortable position, give you a kiss and all that

but then he’ll slip out before you wake up??

rude.

And then you wake up and you're kinda grumpy bc why would he leave you cold and alone when you could be cuddling rn

when you find him, he’s halfway through making you breakfast

and that makes up for it

he always tries to do things for you to make your mornings easier

It’s his way of making up for all the things he can’t do for you while he’s working

When he notices that you're awake omigod the biggest smile

Will deadass abandon his cooking to come give you a squeeze

your eyebrows are all furrowed and you’re pouting and you're hair is just the worst but he’s so in love with you, you big dork

Gives you a kiss and then makes you sit down

serves you breakfast, all proud

if it’s something he doesn't normally make, he will watch you take the first bite and cross his fingers that you like it

which you always do

Mornings with him will pretty much always be domestic and sweet

Yunho:

McSquishy

When he wakes up, his cheeks go poof

anyway you usually wake up before him on your days off

but he will wake up soon after you

it’s like he senses that you're awake and wants to join in on the party

so when he wakes up, he feels you stretching and wiggling around

Will make fun of you if you make any of those awkward stretching noises

“UGHHHHH AHHH”

like hush leave me alone

isn’t hard to wake up but he will 100% drag you out of bed as soon as he can

mostly because he wants food

if you don’t get up right away he’ll just make you

like the recent video where he just picks up San and moves him? Yeah exactly

will also do that weird shimmy dance he did in that video too just to show you how excited he is

like a golden retriever no lie

so excited to be with you all the time

“Baby, let’s go” “baby, let’s eat” *smoochies*

and you just kinda let him drag you all over the place because he’s cute

isn’t one for morning cuddles in bed, but will still make you sit on his lap during breakfast and stuff just to have you close

cute squish who just wants to be loved aw

Yeosang:

clingy baby right here

Will probably wake up before you

but he’s not totally there yet, you know?

like his eyes are open but he’s dead

kinda flounders for a second trying to find you in the bed

when he does, he’s sticking to you and not letting go

probably falls asleep again because he’s so comfy and warm

so, it’s up to you to wake up before both of you sleep through the day

he’s usually pretty happy when he wakes up

lots of sleepy smiles

nuzzling into you like crazy

even though he’s groggier than you, he will be the first to get up

probably to pee or something idk he just needs to move

eager to start the day

If you’re still in bed 5 minutes after he gets up he’s gonna judge you

“How dare you let me start our day together by MYSELF”

when you do get up, all is forgiven

the kind of person who likes to go out for breakfast rather than cook it at home

it’s not that he can’t, he just doesn’t want to lmao

always excited to dress up a little bit with you for breakfast dates

the perfect beginning to your day together imo

San:

SO WHINY

obviously you’re gonna have to be the one to wake him up

waking up is San’s least favorite part of the day

will trap you in bed for the entire day if you let him

“San, I know you’re tired but we slept ‘til noon”

“Let’s make it 2:00″

literally goes through the 7 stages of grief when he wakes up

Denial: “not morning yet, bye”

Guilt: “I’m so lazy”

Bargaining: “BABY, two more hours, it’ll be great”

Depression: “they started the day without me and I’m lonely”

Upward Turn: “maybe I feel a little more awake now”

Working Through: “ok I can do this, just one more stretch”

Acceptance: “Im up”

Like finally

definitely likes morning cuddles though so if you didn't give him at least that, then he’s gonna hate you for the day

loves starting his day with you and if you don't help him wake up the way he wants

Grumpy baby all day

just snuggle him dammit

Mingi:

ok so he’s not waking up I don't care

when Mingi sleeps, he’s comatose okay

until he has a genuine reason to get up, he is parked

likes to cuddle, but not gonna sacrifice sleep for it

so, if you get up and start your day, whatever he’ll stay

like he’ll ask you to stay and cuddle but he isn’t gonna have enough energy to argue with you over it lmao

you deadass need jumper cables to get him started

if he has to get up to pee or something minor, he will try to do it without you noticing so he can go back to sleep

“SONG MINGI, I SEE YOU”

“NO” and then he sprints back to bed

cue wrestling in bed because once he is fully awake he can’t sit still

like you’re trying to get him up and, while he’s awake now, he just wants to make your life a little harder

pulling you under the covers and everything while you're begging him to come eat with you

he will eventually give in because food

but with him, you kind of just have to let him wake up on his own

if you want to get him started that’s fine, but it prolly won’t help lmao

let him sleep, he’ll figure it out

Wooyoung:

Wooyoungie babyyyyy

When I wake up in the morning...it’s not as sexy as you think

contrary to popular belief, Woo does not wake up sexily

he wakes up friggin adorable

when you wake up first, he just makes you cuddle him until he’w ready to get up, no arguments

but if he wakes up first, he’s wiggling all over the place

another one who just cant sit still

will stretch and bounce and just be a nuisance until you get up too

he will definitely smack you in the face when he’s stretching and then just laugh when you glare at him

when really he should fear for his life like you did not just wake me up by SMACKING ME

but will definitely be kissing you everywhere because he always says he wants to start his day by seeing you smile

cheeseball fr

also he’s loud

in case you didn't know

“JAGIYA WAKE UPPPPPP”

“SHHHHHHHHHH WOOYOUNGAH”

but his volume is contagious and then you're both yelling and its insane

but then you're both giggling and kissing and hugging and its a good morning because

no time spent with Wooyoung is wasted

Jongho:

(How could I not use this gif I mean really)

Jongho is so hard to wake up

like at least Mingi will wake up to shoo you away

but Jongho physically cannot

You could squeeze an air horn by his face and he wouldn't even flinch

basically he’s a heavy sleeper

But as you have more sleepovers, you’ll figure out a way to wake him up more effectively

whatever your method may be, he will be smiling as soon as he opens his eyes

always excited to see you

bc he’s a sweet baby

will make you hug him for a little bit and he’ll kiss your head

after a little bit he’ll sigh and be like “okay”

that’s when you know you can both get up

will follow you around and do pieces of his routine as you do yours

you're almost totally in sync its kinda creepy

but then he will offer to help you make breakfast and always lets you pick what you want to make

just soft for you in general and he’d give you the world

hell, he’s definitely strong enough

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #fanfiction #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios

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lilac-sweet-giggles · 4 years

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Let’s Just Chat (BNHA Ojiro and Shinso)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Description: During the preparations and buildings of the Culture Festival, Ojiro runs into Shinso once again. Shinso asks if he and Ojiro can try to hang out and get to know eachother which leads to more bonding than expected

(ft. the help of the lovely @gotmeringinghellsbells )

Word Count: (1922)

Just a couple more wood to the gym

Ojiro was briefly helping Sero and the stage group set up some things in the gymnasium. As he was walking on his merry way, a figure stumbles back from their booth and into said Ojiro himself. His tail instinctively caught the person before they could hit the ground and puts his Woods down onto the ground, “Woah you ok?”

“Yeah, I guess so, thanks.” wait, the voice, Ojiro turns around to see the person he recognizes from the sports festival; Hitoshi Shinso.

“Oh it’s you.” Shinso says as he saw the blonde locks and the familiar tail quirk he possesses. Helping him to his feet, the blonde goes to pick up the wood he placed down, “Doing something for the festival?” Ojiro asked the taller.

“Mhm, haunted house.” he says as he points to the decorations in the boxes near the entrance of the potential haunted house, “And yo-“

“Shinso-San! We need your help with some more decorations!” A girl with blonde hair and two pink bubbles following her yelled out to her classmate, the Violette sighs and looks to the house.

“Ok how about this, you have freetime later?” The taller asked the other quickly.

“Yes? Why you wanna meet up?”

“At my dorm?” Huh, He’s never been to Shinso’s dorm before so why not?

“Oh sure, 1-C heights alliance right?”

“Yeah, see you after 6?”

“Sure thing...” the two nodded before parting ways to get back to their festival activities.

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Around 6, Ojiro was walking up to the door of 1-C and waited for an answer, “Oh it’s you! Need to see Shinso?” It was the same girl from earlier with the two pink bubbles that follow her, “Yeah, you know where his room is?”

“Yes I do! Second floor, last room on the end of the hall-“ she says as she directs him to the elevator, “Thanks ms?”

“Kamusu; Tami Kamusu” she says as she held her hand out, Ojiro shaking said hand, “Ojiro.”

After the brief meet, he finally got to Shinso’s room, knocking softly on it and waiting for a response. The door opened and Shinso quickly brought the other in before shutting the door. "Oh um, hi to you too?" Ojiro was a bit confused by the other's rush to shut the door. "Ah, sorry. Just don't want to really socialize with anyone else who may walk by." Oh, Ojiro nodded before looking around. "Your room is pretty cool." It looked a bit like Tokoyami's room with a bit more formal gothic design, cat stuff, and was that an eraser head figurine?

"Mew." The male froze himself, looking to see a small kitten sitting on the bed. 'Aw, you have a cat?" Shinso gave a nod. "Aizawa's had an accidental litter. He wasn't allowed to keep more than two in his dorm so he passed some around. Her name is Smudge." He gently pet the kitten, earning softer mews and cuter purrs. She was such a sweetie! He didn’t even expect the teen to be into cats, who knew?

“She’s sweet.” Ojiro sat on the bed and the kitten gets onto his lap and tried to climb up, sharp claws!! Ojiro gets her off and places her beside his tail and curls the tail around her like a blanket.

Shinso follows and sat next to the blonde and kitten, “So you wanted to see me, what about?” Ojiro asked softly as he didn’t make eye contact.

“We were just busy I guess, so I thought that we could just get to know one another, besides quirks.“ Shinso mumbles the last part briefly, “Oh? Seems fair.”

“I also wanted to apologize for being too irrational during the Sports Festival. Just wanted to get into the top, not try to offend you or downgrade you, Monkey.” Shinso says as he pets the kitten too, “Ojiro.”

“Hm?”

“Mashirao Ojiro, not monkey.” Ojiro chuckles softly

“Oh, damn it....” Ojiro chuckles some more from Shinso’s nickname for him

“Anyway, What is it that you’re doing with your class?”

“Dance + music concert, I’m one of the dancers.” he says as he shyly rubs the back of his neck, “Dancer huh, you don’t seem that excited though.” Shinso says to Ojiro.

The tail twitched awkwardly as Ojiro tried to think of a response. "Uh.... well... just kind of nervous. I've never really danced in front of people before." He looked down as he spoke before slowly bringing his hands up to press his index fingers together. "Mina is in charge of it; She's really good at breakdancing." Shinso quirked a brow before sitting down with the kitty. "So shouldn't you show yours to your classmates too? Seeing as your going to be dancing anyway maybe get used to people being there."

Yeah, he had a point huh? "Yeah, probably should do that. So hows that haunt-" he was cut off. "Show me." Huh? Ojiro looked up shocked before Shinso realized how demanding he sounded. "Ah, sorry. I'd like to see if you're comfortable." Oh,um, Ojiro blushed.

"Don't tell me you have stage fright." He nodded awkwardly before feeling a hand on his back and on his stomach. "W-What are you," the other smirked. "My dad used to do this when I'd get nervous before performances. It loosened me up and made me feel better about what I was doing." Aizawa may have done it a bit here and there to mess him up on his form. Which worked but he wouldn't stop after the male failed. Lectures were hard to hear when tickled.

"Huh? What do- NAH!" Ojiro's tail stuck straight out as the male covered his mouth, eyes wide. Oh no.

The kitten escapes and goes over to her big ol kitten house as she lets the two interact. This gave Ojiro the chance to fall onto the bed and shove at the hand on his stomach, “Hehehe what’s that for??” Ojiro laughs as he wags his tail.

"Didn't you listen," Shinso chuckled. He gently started to tickle Ojiro's tummy. "Sthahahaop! Thahaht tickles!"

“That’s the point, Dumbo. It’s go get the butterflies out, or am I increasing the butterflies?” Shinso was just straight up in thought.

“Pffff don’t phrase it like thahahahahat!” He was wearing a thin t-shit so this wasn’t helping him be protected. Fingers moved gently over his stomach than dug into his sides. Ojiro looked like a beetle stuck on it's back as he tried to squirm around and free himself. From under his curled legs, his tail was going a mile a minute under him. Has he always wagged his tail when it came to these things? Who knows?

Shinso wanted to take the hand away from Ojiro’s mouth; it was the first step to get him less nervous. Ah the hell with it-

He goes forward and takes the hand from said mouth and there it was; The giggling smile, he’s never got to see Ojiro smile, especially from the Sports festival, "H-Hehehey! Shinso!" Ojrio had one eye open, stuggling, but open. His face was starting to turn pink despite the tickles starting to stop. "How is tickling me going to make me less nervous?"

“Well for starters; you’re showing me you now uncovered smile.” Shinso points out as he ruffles the blonde locks.

....now that Ojiro noticed, he was also showing his blush, huh....

This only caused him to blush more before he curled up some, tail hiding his flustered face. "Stooopppp." Pffff, dork

Shinso chuckles and scoots around to get to Ojiro, continuing to mess with his hair, “Pffff stop that!“ Ojiro says as he reaches for the hands but as his arms were up, the hands went to Ojiro’s underarms and that’s when they clamped down, “PFFFFF SHIHIHIHINSO!!!!!”

The male threw his head back before bucking and squirming about. "Leheheheht ghahahao! Leheheht ghahahao!" He slightly scoots the blonde into his lap, head resting as it looks up to Shinso.

“So how’s it going, Monkey Brains?” Shinso asked as he smirked and saw the boy’s slight eyes opened, Ojiro’s laughter picking up just from the smirk looking down at him.

“HAHA THIS IS TORTURE!!” His Tail says otherwise, wagging like the pup-cat-monkey he was.

"Should I stop, huh?" The other blushed before looking away. He was too emabressed, “Y-Yes-“ What the-

THAT LITTLE SHIT-

HE USED HIS BRAIN WASH ON HIM-

He watched Shinso move and lay down on the bed, his head on his pillows,“Sit up and lay right next to me?” wait what?

Under the quirk, he follows what Shinso said and then felt Shinso spoon in from behind, huh? Then he felt a small flick of the finger at his forehead, snapping him out of it, “Ow, What was that for?” He asked as he rubs the small flicked area Shinso flicked at.

Shinso shrugs and just spoons into him some more, arms around his torso while his chin rested on Ojiro’s shoulder, “.....too shy to ask.....” PFFFF AW SHINSO-

Ojiro blushed before smacking him with his tail. "Ask anyway! I don’t like being a zombie." Shinso chuckled. "Your a cute zombie though." Cheeks were puffed before tail swats ensued. "Ow, hehehe hey! Okay,okay! Ah, in sorry!" Ojiro showed mercy to the other before sighing.

They stood for a moment in time, Ojiro getting a bit more used to the affection he was getting from Shinso, then the Violenette spoke up, “Speaking of zombies, Imma be one in the haunted house.” huh, Ojiro didn’t expect that.

“Wait really?”

“Mhm, covered in rag clothes, blood, Imma look like a freak.” he says as he once again ruffles the addictive blonde locks, they were soft.

“Pff, more of a dork than a freak...”

“A dork huh? Would a dork do this?”

Shinso leans in and noms along his neck, tail riling up again and squealing madly, “GAAAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

“Would a dork do this?” Shinso asked once again, “YEHEHES THEY WOULD!!” Ojiro laughs as he then felt the noms of said zombie.

“HAHA DON'T EAT ME YOU DOHOHOHORK!!!!” Ojiro laughs

Ojiro continued to attack him with his tail, eventually being released from the other. "Alright, alright. Would you like me to walk you back to your room?" The other hummed before smiling. "May I sleep here?”

.....well then; It was Shinso’s turn to blush.

“You wanna sleep here?” Shinso asked a second time to confirm if he heard right, “You mind?” Ok it wasn’t a dream-

The messy haired teen nods his head and laid back again, “Not at all.”

Ojiro smiles some more and took his phone out his pocket, texting Kaminari that he was gonna hang out with a friend that was in general studies and places the phone over the headboard shelf.

“For once I did a good idea.” Shinso chuckles to himself and passes another blanket to Ojiro to use in case he gets cold some more.

“And all we did was talk to eachother...wanna call a truce?” Ojiro asked as he looks to the other with his natural tired eyes, “Yeah, truce.” Shinso says as he pulls the covers over the both of them.

“Good, Night Shinso.” The tailed teen says as he closes his eyes and nuzzles into the warm dark covers, “NigHT-“ uh, he looks down to the covers and saw the tail at Shinso’s feet.

A small chuckle came from Ojiro and an eye that was still peeled open, “....or maybe we could stay up a bit more....”

Oh boy, time for Ojiro’s vengeance....

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rebellioussinner09 · 4 years

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To say you and Bakugou had similar attitudes was an overstatement. Sure you were a little hot headed and had a sassy little mouth, but you can turn into a ball of sunshine when you wanted it to be.

But your classmates got used to it. To them you were their unique moody classmate that can turn todoroki’s different powers to shame

And even Bakugou himself was a bit amused with your demeanor. Sometimes he would see you yelling your head off at denki and Mineta and the next minute you’re giggling and smiling at Midoriya and Iida.

And he got to admit you were cute when you’re not angry, he would see your eyes lighting up your face and he would notice the deep dimples on both of your cheek.

But it doesn’t mean you were ugly when you’re mad though, If he’s being honest he actually finds it hot. Like the time when all of 1A was at the gym rehearsing your production for the upcoming UA sports festival. You were in part of the special effects team and it was also your duty to make sure the instruments were all connected to the auditorium’s speakers.

“Ok Mineta I’m all set” You called out as you plugged in Tokoyami’s guitar to the jack “Turn it on”

But instead of Turning it on, Mineta had somehow switched on the blinking lights that were placed at the corners of the stage.

“Hey turn that off” You yelled

“Sorry” Mineta called out as he flicked another switch

Another Led lights was activated and this time it was accompanied by an annoying loud disco music.

“Hey stop messing with it” you yelled glaring up towards him

“Sorry I must have hit the wrong thing” he apologized as he navigated the speakers setting box.

“No” you cried out angrily “15 years ago your mother gave birth to the wrong thing” you ignored the snickers from your classmates as Mineta had switched off the led lights and had finally turned on the speakers.

“Ok we’re alll set” you said placing your hands in your hips “Let’s do this” You smiled at the band and bakugou fought off the urge to smirk at you. Seeing you all riled up like that seems to turned him on.

That was strike one.

Strike two was when all of you were back in the UA dorms, and everyone was busy coming up with ideas for the production.

“Since Midoriya will carry aoyama across the auditorium we need some more things so we can hype up the audience” Kirishima said as he gestured you and Todoroki to sit beside him.

Suddenly an idea struck your head. You had a quirk that could control any forms of liquid, so if you really wanted to get the audience involved then throwing water at them was a perfect plan on setting the mood. You seen people doing that at rave parties. So why not give it a go?

“I have an idea” you smiled as you turned your head into Kirishima’s direction.

“Yeah? Well then let’s hear it” Kirishima smirked.

Now Eijiro Kirishima was one of your best friends, he was one of the people who would relentlessly tease you and of course you would tease him back, Making fun of each other was second nature.

“Yeah? You want to hear it?” You asked cooly as you raised a brow at him.

“Yes?” Kirishima replied

A smirk grew on your lips as you faced your red headed friend

“Beg me” you said cooly as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Upon hearing that, bakugou almost choked on the water he was drinking.

He was standing right behind you, hands gripping the water bottle that was currently stuffed in his mouth.

Kirishima, being the oblivious dork that he is raised his eyebrow

“What was that Y/N?”

“Beg me” you repeated a bit more harsher this time.

Bakugou felt hotness spreading in his face when you said that.

After all wasn’t he Mr. “Get on your knees and beg?”

So let’s just say a huge amount of respect was given to you by the bomb quirk user.

Kirishima seemed to caught on because he dramatically fell to his kness in front of you “please Y/N san please share with us your idea”

But you shook your head “you can do better than that eijirou”

A brow was raised again as Kirishima adjusted his kneeling position but he decided to humor you again

“I’m begging you Y/N please tell us about your plan”

Loosing your bossy demeanor you erupted into a fit of giggles as you gently poked Kirishima on his forehead

“Ok ok I’ll tell you, get up”

At that, bakugou did let out a smirk graced his lips.

The 3rd and Final strike was inside your classroom on a Monday morning. Apparently Present Mic had ditched his English lesson to show off the brand new electric organ he just bought

“Come on now future heroes” he snickered as he aimed his thumb and pointer finger towards the keyboard “who knows how to play the piano?”

At that question all eyes landed into Jirou and Momo.

After all they were the ones who co-wrote the song that you guys performed at the UA festival

“But before the class could call out their names Jirou had already threw her hands up and said “ I can’t play the piano, I can play the guitar but not the piano”

“And I can play but I cannot sing” Momo added defensively

You slumped into your seat and closed your eyes, already knew what was coming next

“Y/N?”

You cracked an eye open to see your crack head of a teacher hovering right in front of your desk “I know you can play” he said as he gently poked you in the shoulder “I seen you do it before”

It makes sense, your parents and your teachers were friends slash school mates during their high school days on UA and you remembered one time when you were 10 years old you had the chance of meeting Present Mic and Eraser head for the 1st time during a dinner that your parents hosted. You also remembered how your parents forced you to sit on the piano stool so you could show off your new talent “(your mother’s words) to both your sensei’s

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notarelationship · 5 years

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Limafornication

Summary: AU. Kurt finds himself at a Halloween party in Lima where Blaine is playing in a band with his friends. Rating: Mature Words: 3786 Warnings: alcohol use, hook-up, alcohol use (at a party), slightly anonymous sex

This fic is for @kriskubed (and tumblr won’t let me tag you...), who stepped in at the very last minute to pinch hit in the 2018 Klaine Fic Exchange. Thank you so much for your help, I hope you like it, and I'm sorry it took me so long!

Each section is a switch in POV, so keep an eye out for that!

“That is trashy even for you Hummel,” Santana looked him over head to toe as he came out of the bedroom. It had taken him some time to be satisfied with the final details of his Halloween costume. “That should end your dry spell.”

Kurt scoffed. “We’re back in Ohio for a Halloween party San, I just want to shock these assholes for giving me such grief while I lived here.”

“I think you look delightful,” Brittany leaned over and whispered, giving him two thumbs up.

He knew he looked amazing. When he and Rachel had been discussing costume options he’d settled on a circus ringmaster outfit - but make it sexy. He liked the idea of the top hat and the big red coat (and maye the whip just a little), but being in Ohio always made him want to take things to extremes. His own personal style had become a lot more sophisticated in the years he’d lived in New York and worked at Vogue, but they were in Ohio and he couldn’t help himself.

Kurt had sourced a tailored red coat, with tails and gold and black accents, and already owned a top hat. The potential scandal was in the over-the-knee lace-up boots and leather shorts he was wearing instead of black trousers. The shorts had just enough coverage to not be completely obscene, but they had open lacing up the sides holding them together. He’d opted out of wearing a shirt at all, but a black and gold bow tie around his naked throat really pulled it together.

“I don’t know about these. They seem really...tight.” Blaine tried to wriggle further into the silver stretch pants while David and Wes tried to pull them up over his butt by the waistband. “Are you sure they aren’t going to fall off when I’m on stage?” David let go and the elastic snapped against Blaine’s lower back. “Hey!”

“Sorry man,” David said, stepping back to take a look at Blaine’s costume. “I’ve seen you wear some pretty tight pants - outside of school of course,” Blaine tilted his head in agreement. David wasn’t wrong. But these were different. They were practically tights. “But these just might be the snuggest things I have ever seen you in.”

“You can see,” Wes made a circular motion in front of Blaine with his palm. “Everything.”

Blaine panicked, looking back and forth between David (who was wearing cargo shorts and combat boots, but no shirt) and Wes (who was wearing a patterned shift dress. They both looked a lot more comfortable than Blaine felt).

“Why didn’t I insist on another costume? There are other group costumes that could’ve worked for the four of us. We could have been the Beatles,” Blaine lamented.

“Blaine.” Wes put a hand on Blaine’s shoulder; he was the taller of the two, and Blaine always had a tendency to shrink a little under Wes’s self assured confidence. “I know you can do this. All of your Warbler brothers have confidence in your abilities as a front man. Once you get on stage you know your natural need to perform will kick in and you won’t remember that you’re wearing pants at all.”

“What?”

“And Lisa has already spent an hour covering you from forehead to navel with silver body makeup. If you don’t go through with this she’s going to kill me,” David added. “And Jeff’s already in the pope outfit.”

Blaine sighed, obviously giving in to his friends. “Fine. But for the record I’m really not sure about this wig, either.”

Kurt leaned his head out the window of the car as Santana turned into the parking lot. There was a big banner taped over the door to the club announcing a “Halloween Battle of the Bands Costume Party” in black and orange lettering; pumpkins and bats and comical witch hats decorated the banner, for anyone who might have been unsure about what the the holiday in question was celebrating.

“Are you sure we’re on the list?” Kurt asked no one in particular.

“Jesse promised,” Rachel chimed in. “He’s supposed to meet me inside.”

“We better be on the list hobbit,” Santana groused. “I am not paying to see a bunch of dorks from Ohio dress up like their favorite bands and sing bad pop songs.”

“But we sang bad pop songs together in Glee Club forever San, did you not like it?” Brittany asked. “I thought you liked it.”

“She did like it Britt,” Kurt said, patting Brittany on her knee. “She’s just mad that we didn’t get picked to play tonight.” Santana scoffed but didn’t say anything. “Admit it,” he prompted Santana.

Santana huffed, pulling the car into a parking space and cutting the engine. “Fine. I don’t understand how they rejected our all female performance of Kiss classics, I -”

“I’m right here!” Kurt shouted at her.

“ - I mean we killed that audition tape. You too Hummel. You really rocked that combo Bea Arthur/Ace Frehley look.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. They’d been friends for long enough that he knew what to expect, especially if she were in a bad mood. Kurt hoped the party would help, he really didn’t want to deal with the bitchy version of Santana all night. This was supposed to be a fun night.

Their names were on the guest list as promised, and admission came with surprise wrist bands that gave them access to the open bar section of the club. Santana’s mood brightened instantly. The bar was crowded already, but they managed to work their way toward the stage and stake out a good spot near the front before any of the bands started.

“See Santana,” Rachel gloated. “Jesse totally came through.”

Santana raised her glass to toast Rachel, leaning in to shout over the noise of the crowd. “The free drinks will definitely help fend off the horror of the midwestern lame-o Queen cover band that we’re about to be subjected to, no doubt.”

Blaine stood at the side of the stage, trying to center himself with deep breaths. So far his pants hadn’t fallen off, although they were starting to get a little sweaty in the crotch area, and he was thankful that at least the rest of the guys had relented and let him wear underwear. It was practically a thong, but he felt a little more under control, whether or not it was true.

“Ready?” Wes slapped him on the back. Blaine exhaled, his mouth in the shape of an ‘o.’

“At least it’s only four songs,” he said, more to reassure himself than anyone in earshot.

“Yep.” Jeff stepped next to him, and Blaine, even in his currently terrified state, had to double take. He was dressed in pope-like robes and an elaborate mitre someone had covered in fake stones and sloppy embroidery. “Unless we win. Then we have to do the encore.”

Blaine groaned. He had forgotten about that. The band that got the best reaction from the crowd won a $500 prize and had to play at least one more song. They had only learned six songs altogether, so even if they won the most they could do was another two. Provided Blaine didn’t collapse by then. And his pants stayed on.

“Here.” David opened a bottle of Jack Daniels and took a swig, passing it around. “Two chugs for you Blaline. Liquid courage.”

The band onstage finished, and Blaine and Wes and David and Jeff all stepped aside so they could get off the stage.

It was now or never. The guys strapped on their instruments and took the stage, and Blaine took one last centering breath as the guys played the intro to their first song. Blaine jumped onstage at his cue, mic in hand.

Can't stop, addicted to the shindig Chop top, he says I'm gonna win big

Give it away give it away give it away now Give it away give it away give it away now I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper

Kurt had been dancing for a solid half an hour and was covered in sweat and feeling pretty good about not bothering to wear a shirt as part of his costume. He wasn’t usually into the Red Hot Chili Peppers, but the shots Santana had insisted on when they arrived and hit the open bar had definitely loosened him up and put him in the mood to dance.

At some point in the evening Santana had dragged them all to the front of the dance floor, and Kurt made a mental note to thank Santana later because the singer of this band really was scorchingly hot. Maybe is was the alcohol, but Kurt was also pretty sure this guy had been flirting with him from the stage since at least the end of the first song. Though as far as Kurt could tell this guy might have been flirting with the entire room. It didn’t really matter. Kurt was having a sweaty good time.

The alcohol must have helped, because before Blaine knew it they were done with their set, and he was being hustled off stage so the club could get the next band on. One of the organizers backstage handed them all water bottles as they crowded around each other out of the way of the stage hands.

“That was awesome!” he shouted, Jeff and David jumping on him as they tumbled over each other and down the short flight of stairs to the band holding area. “Wasn’t that awesome?” Blaine had always been a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but the combination of adrenaline and Jack Daniels swimming through his system had him really buzzing.

“Yeah Blaine,” Wes pulled him into a back slapping hug, ignoring the bits of silver makeup that smudged onto this own costume. “It was pretty good.”

“When do we find out if we win?” Blaine bounced on his toes, out of breath, but excited. He didn’t want to lose the adrenaline rush he was feeling.

“There’s one more band, then they have to do the crowd vote,” David told him. They stored their guitars in the designated spot, and Blaine pulled off his wig, tossing it onto an empty guitar case and running his hands through his sweaty hair.

“Yeah maybe you can go find your boyfriend from the front row,” Jeff teased.

Blaine made a face at Jeff, but there had definitely been a super hot guy in the front of the crowd who seemed pretty into the show.

“He’s not - I was just playing with the crowd,” Blaine deflected. Honestly though, the guy was definitely throwing Blaine some looks all night. Blaine didn’t really hook up that often, but he didn’t have any rules against it. Maybe he should go find that guy.

Jeff rolled his eyes. “Just make it quick. If we win I don’t want to keep the crowd waiting.”

There was a long, low lit hall from the backstage exit to the main room of the club, and Blaine was surprised to find an assortment of couples making out without much regard for whoever else might be there or who might be watching.

But maybe that was the point. Everyone was someone else, but not like, in an inauthentic way, you were just - not yourself. It had its appeal. He shook himself out of his head and kept walking down the hall.

A couple of girls walked by Blaine, giggling and waving in a way that was obviously meant to be flirty. Blaine shrugged to himself, and waved back with a smile. He was a rock star tonight, right?

The hall emptied out into the main room of the club, where there were more people, some of them dancing in groups to the between-band DJ, some of them just standing around drinking. Blaine spied the hot guy who’d been dancing near the front of the stage about twelve feet away, dancing sloppily with a bunch of girls. Blaine watched for a bit, and when the guy finally looked in Blaine’s direction Blaine offered his own flirty wave, and he was rewarded when the other guy very obviously checked him out from head to toe and back.

Blaine took a step toward him, and when the guy broke away from his group Blaine saw one of the girls wink in his direction.

“Love the hair,” the guy said, when they were close enough to be in each other’s space. He reached up and ran his hand through Blaine’s curls, so Blaine leaned closer, trying not to get his body makeup all over the guy.

“Your costume is amazing.” The guy tipped his head in a ‘thank you’ gesture. “I don’t want to get this stupid makeup all over it.” Britney Spears started pounding over the speakers; Blaine pulled the guy onto the dance floor, and the guy pressed up right against him. Blaine looked around. They weren’t the only same-sex couple dancing.

“It’s a costume,” the guy said, running his hands up Blaine’s chest and over his shoulders. “I don’t really want to waste the opportunity.”

Blaine swallowed hard and slipped his hands under the guy’s overcoat, resting them on his hip bones, thumbs rubbing the top of those tiny, barely there shorts. They were leather, and the gold chains holding the front of the overcoat closed were pressing into Blaine’s chest. “What’s your name?”

“Kurt.” This time Blaine could feel his lips graze over his ear.

“Blaine.” Blaine said. “I mean, I’m Blaine.” Blaine tried to be cool, quirking a smile, but he felt warm everywhere, the post set shot still working its way through his brain. “Can I buy you a drink?” Kurt held up his arm and Blaine could see he had an open bar wristband.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Blaine blinked, like he hadn’t heard right. “Somewhere more private?”

Blaine nodded. “Okay.”

Kurt took Blaine’s hand, and pulled him down the dark hallway, through the throng of people. He pushed on an unmarked door, and went through. The walls were painted black, and there was a thin tube of purple neon light all along the walls a few inches from the ceiling, giving off enough light that Kurt could see they were in the men’s bathroom. Kurt hesitated a second. Shit. Was he really going to hook up in a club bathroom in Lima, Ohio? It’d be a pretty big fuck you to his youth. And honestly, even if half the straight couples in western Ohio were dry humping in public, he really didn’t want to risk a public display.

There were five stalls and he pulled Blaine into the last one. Kurt slid the door lock with one hand, pushing Blaine up against the door as he did it and mumbling ‘is this okay?’ before kissing him hard.

He pulled back for air long enough to hear Blaine grunt something that sounded like unnhhu. Kurt reached one hand behind Blaine’s neck, pulling him into another open mouth kiss and reaching for Blaine’s cock with the other. He rubbed him hard over his rock star pants, but it wasn’t enough. He pulled away from Blaine’s mouth so he could try to see what he was doing in the purple light.

“Can I get into these?” Blaine nodded with his eyes closed, thumbing the waistband of his pants down until Kurt could get a hand around him. Blaine moaned, loudly, and Kurt spared a thank you to whoever had installed speakers in the bathroom. It was pretty obvious what was going on in their stall, but hopefully the music would drown out some of what they were doing. Blaine squirmed as Kurt jerked him off, thrusting awkwardly into Kurt’s fist before pulling Kurt into a deep kiss.

Blaine mumbled something Kurt couldn’t make out, then reached for Kurt’s cock, but the leather pants made it hard for Blaine to get a grip. Blaine rubbed across his erection, but Kurt could tell he wasn’t going to find his way to what he wanted. He let go of Blaine’s cock and leaned back, letting Blaine watch as he unhooked the gold chain at the front of his coat so he could push it back and Blaine could watch him untie the shorts.

Blaine didn’t wait, fumbling for the lace in the dark as soon as Kurt swept the coat aside. He pulled the end of the tie, loosening it enough that he could reach in and pull Kurt’s cock out. Kurt watched him lick his lips and could feel his cock twitch. If they hadn’t been in a bathroom stall in Ohio this could have been a very satisfying night. But they were, so he pulled Blaine’s mouth back to his, and slipped his tongue between his lips as an apology. Blaine sucked on his tongue before pushing the leather flap of Kurt’s shorts out of the way. He spit on his hand and wrapped it around both of them, starting slow, the mix of spit, body paint and sweat both erotic and dirty. Kurt planted his hands on the door above Blaine’s head, letting Blaine jerk them off until they were both coming in spurts over Blaine’s fist.

Blaine was breathing hard as they cleaned themselves up. Kurt had to practically lift Blaine off the ground to get his pants back on. It was too loud to talk, even though he wanted to, so Blaine grabbed a wad of toilet paper off the roll and tried to wipe the obvious makeup patches off of Kurt’s overcoat and his chest.

“Don’t want to be too obvious,” he said, stupidly.

“Oh, uh, I think we were plenty obvious,” Kurt said, kissing Blaine again as if it were nothing and Blaine hadn’t just had his mind completely blown. “But I don’t think I care. I grew up around here. I could never have done something like this back then.”

“You don’t live here?” He wanted to ask him where he lived, who he was, but he couldn’t find the words. He didn’t think it was part of the deal.

Kurt shook his head. “Not any more.” Blaine watched him tie up the side laces on those shorts that he was pretty sure he was going to have dreams about for the rest of his life. “Ready?” Kurt asked, looking up at Blaine.

“Yeah. Uh, yes. I have to get back in case we win and have to go back on.” He flipped an awkward thumb over his shoulder.

Kurt smiled. “That would be awesome, You guys were good.”

“Thanks,” Blaine said. His tongue felt too thick to make any other words. So when Kurt opened the stall door he just followed him out, ignoring any looks that might have been thrown in their direction. Kurt didn’t seem bothered at all that people were looking at them, walking through the room like he was royalty or something.

When they reached the hall Blaine turned toward the backstage area, but turned back when Kurt touched him on the shoulder.

“Thanks,” Kurt said, kissing Blaine on the cheek and walking the other direction with a small wave.

“Any time,” Blaine said, too quietly for Kurt to hear.

When Blaine joined the rest of the band backstage they were still waiting for the announcement of the winner. Jeff gave him a thumbs up and a questioning look. Blaine must have blushed, because David slapped him on the back and congratulated him.

“You got lead singer on you Hummel,” Santana said when he rejoined them. He frowned at her. How did she always know everything? “You’ve got makeup all over your coat.”

Kurt looked down at his lapels. He’d actually cleaned most of it up pretty well, but he could see a few silver smudges they’d missed in the dark. He shrugged, then smiled at Santana. “Worth it.”

Blaine and the rest of the band walked onstage to generous applause after being named the winners of the contest. He looked over the crowd for Kurt as they started up their encores, but Blaine couldn’t see him anywhere.

Kurt pushed the door of his favorite cafe open, frowning when he saw the line at the counter. He needed coffee. The whirlwind weekend in Ohio had been fun, but they’d been back in New York for three days and Kurt still felt vaguely hungover. He’d have to wait in the line.

He wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings, thumbing through the messages on his phone, Twitter, and the latest fashion news was his normal waiting-in-line routine. When the man in front of him in line finally finished ordering and walked over to the pick up area, he ordered his regular coffee and muffin, then went to wait for them to call his name.

He joined the small crowd of waiting customers, reflexively glancing over the crowd. It was the usual morning crew, a few faces he’d seen before, a few he hadn’t. The guy at the far side was even cute. A neat hairstyle, adorable bow tie and a Marc Jacobs suit from the current collection definitely made him stand out. Kurt watched him for a while - he was very attractive and looked familiar, but he was probably just a regular at the cafe. If he came there often it might be worth doing some casual reconnaissance to see if he might be dating material. Other than the Halloween party, Kurt had been in a dry spell for a while.

“Blaine!”

Kurt startled at the name the barista called out. Blaine wasn’t a particularly common name, and he wasn’t likely to forget it any time soon, but there was no way it could be the same Blaine, right? Still, he hung back from the crowd and waited to see who responded. Blaine could have been a girl’s name too, he told himself. His jaw dropped when the cute guy in the Marc Jacobs suit stepped to the counter. That’s where he knew him from; he was definitely Blaine from Halloween.

He waited until Blaine had collected his order, then took a step closer.

“Excuse me, is your name Blaine?” Kurt asked. Blaine’s brow wrinkled, and he stared into Kurt’s face like he was trying to figure out where he recognized him from. “My name is Kurt Hummel.” He offered his hand.

“Kurt Haa-” Blaine’s eyes went wide and he made a noise like a punctured tire, but kept looking at Kurt. He shook Kurt’s hand. “Blaine Anderson.” Blaine’s face split into an ear to ear grin that Kurt knew already was going to be his undoing. “It is wonderful to meet you, Kurt.”

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The Cats of The Future - Haikyuu Light Novel VI Fan Translation

This is a fan translation of a chapter from Haikyuu light novel VI. It’s a cute little shot of the Nekoma first years being excited dorks. This one was a pretty short chapter, but I’m working on others, so stay tuned!

"...Shouyou and the others. They advanced to the finals," Kozume Kenma said while looking at the screen of his smartphone. Today the Miyagi prefecture representative deciding tournament was being held, and a text about it had just come from Hinata, who just finished playing in the semifinal. At the news of their rival team Karasuno's great achievement, the Nekoma volleyball team club room erupted with excitement.

"Serioiusly?!" Lev jumped up and down eagerly. "Give it to me! Let me see, let me see!" he exclaimed, attempting to take a peek at the screen, but Kozume just glared at him. "They did it, huh....!" the libero Yaku clicked his tongue and murmured from beside them. "As expected, right?" said vice captain Kai with a quiet nod of the head.

There had been the long summer break training camp, and then the autumn training camp. At the Fukurodani Academy group's collaborative traning camp, they had practiced together over and over again, and Nekoma's relationship with Karasuno had deepened. At the news of Karasuno's advancement to the finals, the Nekoma volleyball club members were utterly delighted.

One man stood side-eyeing his hyped-up clubmates with a smirk. It was their captain, Kuroo. "So now they're up against Ushiwaka, eh? Poor them."

It was true. While they were waiting for Karasuno to advance through the finals, there was still the great ace, a formidable opponent that had already taken the world, Ushijima Wakatoshi to consider, spearheading the invincible champion team Shiratorizawa Academy. If they couldn't take down Shiratorizawa standing in their way, proceeding to the national stage would be impossible.

"The hell we're going to loooooose!!!!!!" Yamamoto shouted hotly. While Kuroo screamed back at him to "Shut the hell up!", he overheard the first years Shibayama and Inuoka chattering back and forth.

"I wonder just how strong that guy is? This Ushiwaka person."

"I know he's appeared in magazines a lot, but I've never seen him in a match."

Yaku broke into his two kouhai's conversation. "Is that so? First years haven't seen Ushiwaka in person, huh?"

The first years had heard stories from Yaku about seeing Ushiwaka at past Interhighs and Spring Highs, but just hearing about it was hardly enough to understand the gravity of what Karasuno was facing.

Just hearing about it wasn't enough to understand his true power. Just watching a match wasn't enough to understand. In reality, the only way to truly understand might just be to feel the immense pressure of standing on either side of the net from such an opponent. This was something that Karasuno was about to experience with their own bodies.

There was a feeling of envy in the air, but there was also a feeling echoing Kuroo's statement of "poor them". To aim up meant absolutely refusing to run from opponents, no matter how formidable they may be.

"I wonder if we'll get to see Ushiwaka this year."

"But if we do, that means that Karasuno would have to lose."

"Ah, you're right. Still, I really want to try and see how strong he really is. Bokuto-san is pretty awesome, but Ushiwaka is supposed to be even more awesome."

Lev, having been driven off by Kozume, joined into Shibayama and Inuoka's conversation.

"If Bokuto-san from Fukurodani is number five in the country, Ushiwaka is supposed to be number three!" Lev said, showing by counting on his fingers.

"Between number five and number three, how much stronger is he?" Shibayama asked him.

"Hmm, maybe like if Bokuto-san, but if he was in perfect form the whole time?" Lev suggested in a somewhat worried tone. His clubmates, knowing well how troublesome Bokuto could be even with his ups and down, smiled bitterly at the thought.

Right now, the top three opponents at nationals were Touhou's Ushiwaka, Kyuushuu's Kiryuu, and Kantou's Sakusa. Bokuto's name wasn't up there, which was perhaps, as they had seen during training camps time and time again, because of his mental weakness.

"Since our captain said he could only stop about one in ten, Ushiwaka must be seriously strong!!" Inuoka exclaimed. Shibayama and Lev nodded in absolute agreement.

"Hang on you three, would you mind cutting out that line of conversation?" Kuroo, who had up to then been listening in silently, broke in with a forced smile that shut the first years up in a flash.

"S-sorry!"

It was only then that they noticed that the second and third years had already finished changing and left the clubroom, and they hurriedly changed from their uniforms to their practice clothes.

After leaving the clubroom, the conversation about Ushiwaka continued. The subject of top contenders for nationals seemed to be along the same vein as which dinosaur is the strongest, or which bug is the biggest. Tyrannosaurus Rex is the strongest, no, the spinosaurus is the hugest, and such along those lines.

"I really want to see how we would do in a match against Shiratorizawa!" Inuoka said while hurrying toward the gym.

Lev, who was ahead of him, turned around. "Since Ushiwaka is a third year, that would mean we'd have to do it this year, right?"

"Yeah, but if Shiratorizawa makes it to nationals, it would be because Karasuno loses."

At Inuoka's words, Shibayama groaned, "I really want Karasuno to win though."

"Yeah but if we take down Ushiwaka, we might make people notice us as 'super amazing rookies'!" Lev shouted as he rushed into the gym.

Kozume saw him and muttered, "The only thing amazing about you is your height."

"Eh-!!"

"Oi, if you're all done chatting it up, why don't we get on to practice," Kuroo said in an exasperated voice, catching the first years off guard and making them hurry to the supply room.

"The national qualifiers... we have two weeks to go before they're here," Lev commented, holding the net support post under his arm. As though competing with him, Inuoka firmly clasped his fist and said, "I'm going to work hard and play in a match for sure!"

"M- me too!" Shibayama declared indomitably, breaking out into a run towards the court while pushing the cart full of volleyballs ahead of him, Lev and Inuoka right on his heels.

As the first years finally started setting up for practice, Kuroo watched them with a smirk. Karasuno was advancing through matches favorably. That being said, our Nekoma had no option but to win and keep winning. Their aim was to finally hold the "Battle of the Garbage Dump" at the Tokyo gymnasium.

The Tokyo qualifiers were only two weeks away.

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Training Muses

Inspired by my most recent drawing and a passing want to make some friends happy before I go back into my school routine again for yet another quarter. :p

Again, I don’t own anyone but Tomoko and the story. Kuroki Otoha belongs to @owlsofstarlight and Gekkō Keisuke belongs to @langwrites. The themes for this story are Amanda Lee’s English version of Rurouni Kenshin’s Freckles and the Orgel Version of Legend of Mermaid from Mermaid Melody. The old classics fit for some fluff. ;>

Please enjoy!

Poke, poke, poke.

Ugh… Hisako waved a hand in front of her face, glasses barely hanging onto the bridge of her nose. What shit hit the fan? We were having a nice nap, jerk…!

I tried not to groan. “Muuuuu, what is it…”

Poke, poke, poke.

My ears, even when half-asleep, could pick up voices.

“Kei-Kei, To-To looks tired, don’t you think we should leave her be?”

“Otoha, Tomo needs a break. And that calls for fresh air considering the number of people staring.” Poke, poke, poke, poke. “Trust me, Hikari-bachan requested it.”

“If you’re sure, then go ahead.”

It didn’t take long for me to register my friends’ voices echoing in my ears. And the pointer finger continuing to poke my exposed right cheek. Napping was a no go, it seems.

What are your chances of throttling Kei?

None. Because why.

My Nobody huffed angrily in my place. She disturbed sleep… and she’s the one with the eyebags.

Hey, hey, no jabs, Hisako. It’s okay. I’m up.

With that thought in mind, I tried not to sound grumpy, raising my head from my arms to shake any grogginess out. “I-I’m up, I’m up, what is it now…” I glanced at myself before feeling the cold surface, quite literally hands first. “I…fell asleep on the piano, didn’t I?”

“Yep. Snoozing away without a care in the world!” Kei finished, pulling her hand back to grin at me. The dork. It was hard to stay grumpy in the face of that smile. “Hey, Tomo. Glad to see you back in the world of the living.”

Otoha was looming behind Kei, jumping up a little so that they were visible past Kei’s shoulder, grinning too. “Hi, To-To!” A soft dinosaur trill accentuated the end of their words, and I noted that as another way of greeting.

The residual heat that was my newest bit of embarrassment was already flooding my cheeks, but I made sure to wipe at any drool hanging at the corner of my lips. “Hi, Kei, Kuroha-san,” was my quiet reply, and the two ninja continued to grin at me once a yawn left my mouth. Hey, hey, that yawn, by the way, was completely unintentional. It just…happened. “Good morning to you too…?”

Uh. The slurring? I don’t have an explanation for that. Then again, considering what little I got from Kei and Otoha’s conversation earlier… Kei was giving me an exasperated smile now. “Tomo, it’s almost noon. It’s way past morning now. What have you been doing?”

“Working?”

Otoha glanced between the two of us before adding an incredulous, “To-To, have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Um.” I glanced down at my clothes. The Sylveon colors were still as bright as always, with no stains in sight, and my legs felt fine. All that was left was my upper body, and my hands were okay, even though they were my pillows earlier. My head? A bit fuzzy from being half-awake, half-asleep, but wasn’t that normal? Instead of a confident reply, all that left my mouth was a quiet, “Yes?”

Kei pinched the bridge of her nose, smile turning upside down in an instant. “Yeah, I don’t buy that.”

Otoha made a soft roar noise in the back of their throat, shaking their head in agreement.

“Ahahaha… sorry~?” My voice cracked. Lovely.

Between her fingers, Kei was giving me an unimpressed stare. “Y’know wha?” She offered me her free hand. “Tomo, you need a break. From the cafe and piano. You’re looking like today’s been a wash, and the day’s not over yet, so you need sunlight.”

Eh?

“Come hang out with us!” Otoha added with a flap of their hands, facial expression brightening significantly with the gesture. “We’d be happy to have you, To-To!”

Mama’s happy and approving smile behind the two ninja nearby was nice enough, but…

Wait a minute. These two ninja were wearing almost full ninja gear. Green flak jackets, hitai-ites and all.

They weren’t going out on a mission now, were they? Hisako mumbled, hiding a dry snort with, Because I swear they weren’t.

“Before I agree,” I interjected as quietly and politely as I could while raising a hand to slowly reach out towards Kei’s, because I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions with my apparent anxiety. “What do you two have in mind? Without the piano, I’m kinda…a sitting duck?”

A short pause followed, almost to the tone of a single beat.

“…If by ‘sitting duck,’ you mean you’re going to relax, then sure,” Kei deadpanned, before reaching over and closing the space by grabbing my outstretched hand, pulling me up to stand from the piano bench. “And Tomo, you don’t have to put yourself down. You work long hours here and you need a break.”

“Even if you like doing the work,” Otoha added before I could interrupt with any personal opinion, “you need to take better care of yourself, To-To. Sleeping out on the piano is no good.”

The sayings were honest and, quite frankly, true, but I still found my face flooding with embarrassed heat. It felt like Leo and Josh were calling me out on being a workaholic all over again. But, considering my work…

I turned the question to my other self. Am I really that bad?

Hisako merely gestured at the multitude of memories floating around the library with a raised eyebrow. Not all of them were sealed shut in their book covers. Please count off the number of “What The Hell” talks Vy received in the last few years, dear. Go ahead and do that.

Darn. “I-I’ll improve?”

Kei huffed and tugged me along by the hand so that we would be walking off the stage and towards the swinging red doors that were both the entrance and exit to Nagareboshi Cafe. I could tell by the gesture that she wasn’t all that happy by my answer, but settled for it anyways. “You better, Tomo. Lots of people worry about you.”

An extra tight tug on my hand for extra emphasis, and I kept my eyes on my sandals to try hiding some of the ashamed heat. “I-I’m sorry.”

Kei huffed again through her nose as she used her free hand to push the doors open. “We’re heading out now, Judai-jichan, Hikari-bachan!”

“You kids stay safe out there!” Papa called after us.

“Be sure to be back before dinner!” Mama added loudly.

“Got that,” Kei finished with a wave of her free hand. I waved back to Mama and Papa with what could only be called a sheepish smile before letting myself be tugged away from home by my reincarnation buddies.

Once my sandals hit the sand of Konoha’s paved roads, I tried to not let my feet drag, and even with my best attempts, someone was sure to notice. Otoha let out a soft reassuring dinosaur trill at my right side, a hand patting my shoulder all the while. “To-To, it’s okay,” was the quiet stage-whisper, and I glanced at them as soon as they closed their eyes and grinned at me again. “Kei-Kei’s a worrywart. She’s always been a worrywart.”

“Hey.” I found myself jumping. Kei swiveled her head to give Otoha a crooked smile. “I heard that.”

“Don’t care!” Otoha hummed loudly.

Kei turned her head back to face the road and sighed. She still hadn’t let go of my hand the entire walk through the shopping district, and we were starting to hit some grass, so I glanced at it. The grip was tight, but warm. Out of curiosity, the question was already leaving my lips. “Um, Kei?”

A few seconds, then she grunted a small, “Hm?”, just as Otoha stood to attention with a small dinosaur squawk.

That’s good enough.

I nodded to myself to agree with my Nobody before saying the words. “What do you and Kuroha-san really have in mind? I know you two said that you’re fine with me not having my piano or keyboard, so wha—”

You’re wondering why I stopped?

Well, there really wasn’t anything to do but stop talking when your friend stops tugging on your hand to stop walking, and you proceed to bump your head into her back. Bulky flak jacket and all. Otoha yelped in time with my own squeak of pain, and I pulled back almost immediately to rub my head. “Ow… K-Kei?”

My first reincarnation buddy let go of my hand to turn around, fully this time, so that she could grin at me. The clear background of Training Ground Three behind her shoulders was unmistakable. Uh, what? “How do you feel about supervising again?”

“…Eh?”

For fresh air, I don’t think this was what we were really expecting. Hisako said in my place. Then: Does the ninja world have bikes? I feel like that’d be better.

Hisako. Outwardly, I said, “Sure?” Because it had been years since the last time I was allowed to look over Team Minato’s progress, and well, even if Kakashi, Obito, and Rin were elsewhere doing their own training or something, I wasn’t going to let this chance go.

Maybe I needed to get my heart checked, because I loved these ninja way too much and it was hard to say “no” to them when they offered something for once. Then again, it was Kei and Otoha. So there was that.

To no one’s surprise, Kuroha-san was the first one to poke a hole in the plan, once we were all standing in the center of the Training Ground. Coincidentally, near the same three wood stumps where the Canon Team 7 had their first Bell Test. “Kei-Kei, you’re a Special Jounin. I’m Chunin and an ANBU agent. If we spar here with some of our arsenal, don’t we risk To-To getting swept up in the backlash? Such as the elemental techniques?” They flapped a hand in the air out of protest, shaking their head all the while. “I do have Sealing Jutsu that’s safe, but I don’t want to show something that could possibly scar her. We both saw her reaction to Flesh Confetti.”

At the name alone, a shiver went up my spine as I shook my head almost immediately. Nope, nope, nope.

Kei raised a pointer finger, opened her mouth, paused, then closed it. “…Fair point,” Kei conceded, before glancing at me. Otoha turned to me too, and out of habit, I raised my hands in the air.

“Well, as long as no one tries to kill anyone and everything is safe, I’ll be okay?” And yes, my voice cracked again. Technically, my voice went up a few pitches, but to everyone else, it probably sounded like I started taking some helium pills. If those existed. “I mean, the training is up to you two, I’m just supposed to watch. Or, uh, referee?”

Kei and Otoha exchanged a glance. Then they turned back to me with equally blank stares. Well, Otoha wasn’t looking directly at me considering they didn’t like full eye-contact, but their visage was still something similar to Kei’s unimpressed face.

“I-I mean, I’m a simple person, you two! You didn’t have to invite me, and I’m glad you did, just do…” I tried not to rock back and forth in place, shrugging with a sheepish smile. “Just do whatever and ignore me?”

Kei’s expression was turning more and more exasperated by the second. “Tomo. What did I just say when we left the Cafe? No putting yourself down.”

Meep.

You need to work on that.

I do.

“But good job on the Road Runner impression, To-To!” Otoha added instead in a cheery voice, and I jolted, feeling the heat all over again. “Really good!”

“I-I said it, didn’t I.”

“Yep,” Kei added dryly. “Meep meep.”

“Ugh.”

Then Kei glanced up at the sky and bopped her right fist into her left palm. “Idea.”

“By all means, Kei-Kei, go for it,” Otoha finished, voice more deadpan now.

I blinked as soon as Kei took a few steps closer towards me, her expression now more apologetic. “Tomo, you don’t mind trees, right?”

“I don’t mind, just note I can’t climb them, so why—” my words were cut off as soon as my sandals weren’t on the grass anymore and instead left hanging in the air. I was still looking up at Kei, so what happened—

“Welp, best view is from up high, right?” was all Kei had to joke on the matter before we were soaring through the air, and I could’ve sworn I shrieked at the environment change. At least, a little. I tried to tone it down because Otoha was still around, but what the heck. Hanging out, back in the old world, did not call for sudden transportation by jump.

“K-Kei?!” From the fear and what have you at being princess-carried while in the air, I wound my arms around her neck for dear life. “What are you doing—!”

“Carrying you to a safer place!” she mused, not even bothered by the wind blowing in her face until the sun practically disappeared behind the leaves, and once my stomach stopped flipping around, it registered that we were in the branches of a tree. Scratchy leaves, very coarse bark, and all. Yep. An actual tree. Kei glanced around while putting me down on a stable base branch near the trunk, pausing. “Give me a minute…” she unsheathed her sword. “There should be some dead branches—”

“Don’t slash where you don’t need to, Kei-Kei!” Otoha called, and my heart leapt up in my chest when it registered in my head that they were at the foot of the tree. I glanced down at my skirt, tugging at it, and a sigh left me once my skin noticed the shorts. Thank goodness I didn’t forget those.

“Got it!” was Kei’s quick reply, and a single SLASH was all she needed.

Tree branches naturally fell down to what I was assuming was Otoha’s feet as Kei resheathed her sword, grinning softly at me. The sunlight was coming in through the opening she made in the foliage, illuminating her figure all the while. “Better view, right, Tomo?”

“Uh,” was my intelligent reply, because really, going from a nap on the piano to sitting up in a tree that was just trimmed by what looked like a smaller version of Miyako-bachan’s Mountain Cutter was not something I expected in my everyday agenda at the cafe. “Sure?” Then, my mind had to go to, “I-It is safe up here, right?”

“As safe as you can be,” Kei said confidently, and all sense of complaining left my throat once she grinned. That absolute dork. She planned this! “Otoha and I’ll just test some things, and you can watch and relax all you want, Tomo.” Her grin turned soft and warm in my direction, and for once, I didn’t know what to make of it. In any other situation, I wanted to protest, but, when was the last time Kei looked that confident? The Chunin Exams? “Just relax, Tomo. We got this. Holler if you want down. We’re here, Otoha and I, whenever you need us.”

As a last reminder, she reached over and squeezed my limp right hand before jumping down.

Dork, Hisako filled in quietly, proud smile on her face.

“Dork… There’s no way I wouldn’t call out for you two…” was my soft resigned whisper hidden amongst the leaves, long after Kei left to rejoin our ANBU enby back on Ground Earth. “You absolute doof.”

And with nothing else to do, I glanced out from my new vantage point, adjusting my sitting position so that it was a bit more comfortable and less slouched. “Kei? Otoha? You two won’t do anything reckless, right?”

“Nope!”

A soft dinosaur trill, loud as day from the ground. “We’ll be fine, To-To!”

I glanced down from amongst the leaves to see my friends take on fighting stances. Kei’s, I recognized, just from studying kenjutsu with her, at least on a lesser scale. Otoha’s, I wasn’t sure, and the tessen fan in their hands already had me blinking. There were smaller fans than Temari’s in the Narutoverse? Oooh.

“So, Tomo?” Kei turned her head up, and she was still grinning. “Feel like counting us off?”

“Don’t mind!” Otoha added.

These dorks. I was stuck in a tree, being the closest to the nature I always loved, and about to watch my reincarnation buddies spar without any trouble. It was, strange enough, ideal. Peaceful, even.

And a good break! Hisako added.

Yep. Outwardly, I nodded, pushing some stray leaves back to raise my fingers. “Three! Two!”

Otoha readied their fan. “No hard feelings, Kei-Kei!”

“Same here!”

I folded my pointer finger down into my palm. “One! GO!”

As expected, Kei lunged first, and wind blew.

A few minutes into the spar, and water was already spilling out into the grass. Kei had apparently pulled out what looked like a Water Clone, which Otoha was combatting with no trouble thanks to what looked like techniques such as Razor Wind and other assorted Wind things.

What? Sue me for being a civvie and not remembering jutsu names.

I was hoping I wouldn’t see something like Flesh Confetti, but what really caught my eye was the glows.

Now, I’m not referring to the glows of weapons, since Kei’s katana and Kuroha-san’s iron tessen fan shined enough in the sunlight. It was the glow of their eyes. Even from up in the trees, they were focused, determined, and in a way…

Scary? Hisako suggested. Horrifying?

Surprising was the better word. It was easy to forget they were ninja who knew how to kill with their warm smiles and hugs.

“…I’m glad I’m friends with you two, because you two are really scary when you fight. I don’t want to get on your bad sides period. Or get killed by you,” was my quiet musing amongst the leaves. It was hard to voice aloud, and I had no plans of saying it aloud to them. I didn’t want them to distrust me or anything. Or worry about me. They had enough on their plates.

I was not expecting Kei’s back to hit the tree trunk I was sitting on in the next consecutive moment, specifically the bottom part not shown by the leaves. Or for the fighting noises to stop and a voice to call out. “You say something, Tomo?”

Heat was flooding my face again. Of course she’d notice something, what with her being a sensor. “N-Nothing!” My voice wasn’t helping with the usual embarrassed crack.

“You sure?” Kei was sounding worried now. And I could’ve sworn I heard a small velociraptor cry of concern nearby, probably Otoha no doubt.

“I’m okay, really!” A giggle left me instead. Doof. One moment, I’m scared, and then they call out like that. They were still my friends in the end, ninja or not. “Just keep sparring!”

It felt okay. They weren’t going to do something like kill me. Kei and Otoha were my best friends. There wasn’t anything to worry about. Even in a tall tree, watching wind and water literally combat one another, it felt safe. That was enough.

“You better not be thinking about doing something reckless, Tomo!”

“I-I’m not, really!”

“You sure about that?” It was accentuated by a faraway velociraptor cry. Yep. Otoha wasn’t believing me either. What was I, an open book?

“I’m sure! I swear!”

Even around the leaves, Kei and Otoha’s stares were blatantly hard in my direction. Hah. They were still my doofs.

“Less focus on me, more on sparring! Isn’t this for you two!”

A clash of weapons followed. “Still, To-To! We’re going for lunch after this!”

“How long have you been planning this whole thing?”

“The past week!”

“KEI!”

“You need to get out more, Tomo!”

“Second that!”

Doofs. Both of them. And I wouldn’t have them any other way.

#silent feathers #writing #hoshino tomoko #otoha kuroki #keisuke gekko #long post #the sea and stars

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The Year of Zero: Chapter 1

June 17, 908 AC

“Sansa!” Catelyn Stark’s voice drifted over the banisters lining the basement stairs and through the crack under the firmly closed door of her eldest daughter’s bedroom. “Come and set the dinner table, please.”

Twelve-year-old Sansa squeezed her eyes shut and sighed with frustration. It seemed but a few minutes since she’d had to set the table for lunch, and now it was dinnertime already. Really, she had only had but a few minutes to herself that afternoon. She’d had to wash the lunch dishes while her mother had ferried Bran and Rickon off to basketball practice, which would have been fine except that Arya, who’d been drying the dishes next to her, had been in a hurry to head off biking with her friends and done her job far too quickly, leaving streaks of water all over the plates. As soon as Sansa had pointed that out, Arya had begun snapping at her, and Catelyn Stark had come home to find them in a blazing row. They’d gotten to snapping each other with the dish towels, but Sansa had had the misfortune to be the only one of them her mother had actually seen in the act, so she’d gotten the harsher punishment, along with a stern admonition to act her age and be a better example to her sister.

So now she was stuck doing the dishes every night that week, and here it was only Tuesday. It was doubly unfair because Robb was supposed to have washed the lunch dishes that day, and he could always handle Arya and her fits and pranks and immaturity better than Sansa could. But Robb was at day camp for football this week, and her parents could hardly deny him the chance to improve his skills and possibly earn a place on the school varsity team that fall. He would only be a freshman, but he was tall and broad for fourteen, and Coach Cassel had told the Starks he had a real chance. So Robb had gone to camp and agreed to do the dinner dishes that week, which now fell to Sansa because he was away and Arya had gotten off on a lighter punishment yet again for yet another fight she’d started in the first place.

Sansa sighed again and willed her eyes open. She might yet get another page of Florian and Jonquil read before her mother –

“Sansa Lyarra!” Catelyn called, and Sansa flopped her feet off her bed to the floor. She grabbed her favorite bookmark, the silver one with the pretty blue ribbon that she’d won for good grades last year in school, and tucked it carefully into the pages of her favorite book. Another sigh left her lips as she mounted the stairs to the kitchen.

Catelyn barely spared her elder daughter a glance from the pot of stew she was stirring. Sansa thought she might be able to escape to her room for a few more minutes before dinner if she set the table quickly enough, but just as she was placing the soup spoons, she heard the familiar creak of the back door and the even more familiar voices of her father and elder brother as they stopped to remove their shoes in the back entryway.

“Hey, Sans.” Robb, hair still wet from his after-camp shower, wiggled her braid and grinned at her. “What’s up?”

No sooner had Sansa opened her mouth than Rickon burst into the kitchen to tackle his oldest brother. Robb laughed and swung Rickon upside-down, which earned him a fit of giggles from the younger boy and a “Robb, be careful with him!” from Catelyn. Sansa turned back to the table, sighed again, and finished placing the spoons.

No sooner had everyone sat down to the table than Ned Stark raised a hand to ward of the customary dinnertime chatter (less chatter and more noise, thought Sansa) about to erupt from his children’s lips.

“Before we talk about our days,” he said, “let’s go over what we’re doing tonight and tomorrow. Robb has a ball game in – ” he glanced at the clock on the wall – “about an hour, and another tomorrow night at the same time. Rickon, Bran, you’re home with Sansa; Arya, you’ll be coming with us. We’ll do the same tomorrow; Robb has another game from his rain delay last week. That should be all, right, Cat?” He turned to his wife, who kept a whiteboard calendar fastened to the refrigerator with each child’s extracurricular activities written in a different color, and she nodded.

Sansa swallowed a sip of lemonade as fast as she could. “Daddy,” she said, and Ned turned to look at her. “I’ll be at Jeyne’s tomorrow night, not at Robb’s game. Mrs. Poole will bring me home by 9:00.”

“Sansa, we need you here with Bran and Rickon,” Catelyn interjected. “The game won’t be over till after their bedtime.”

Sansa frowned. “But it’s on the calendar, Mum,” she reminded her mother. “You said I could go.”

Catelyn sighed. “Sorry, love,” she said. “We didn’t know that Robb would have his makeup game tonight when I told you that. I’ll call Mrs. Poole and tell her you can’t come.”

Sansa bit her lip. She did not want to rouse her mother’s ire twice in one day, but she hadn’t seen her best friend since last week, and they were going to paint their nails with the lovely indigo nail polish Jeyne had just gotten after seeing it in Westerosi Fashion Teen!, not to mention catching up on the latest episode of Jenny of the Oldstones.

“Muuum,” she began, but her father narrowed his eyes just a bit – not so much that he was angry, but it was still enough to silence Sansa.

“Sansa,” he admonished her. “Respect your mother, please. We need you here with Bran and Rickon.” He turned to his wife. “Maybe you can go to Jeyne’s another night if Mrs. Poole says yes.”

Sansa’s shoulders began to slump. She wanted to ask why Bran and Rickon couldn’t just have a babysitter, but she knew better than to argue. A moment later, a new plan occurred to her, and she straightened back up in her seat.

“Maybe Friday, after my dance recital?” she asked hopefully. Ned threw his wife a questioning look.

Catelyn sighed. “Oh, that’s right,” she said. “I’d thought for a moment it was next Friday instead. Robb’s got another game, so if she can take you there and then back to her house, that should work fine.”

Sansa’s eyebrows and nose wrinkled. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Robb stifle a grin at what he’d called her “scrunch face” since she was a baby and he was three years old.

“I thought you and Daddy were taking me,” she said, but Catelyn shook her head.

“Rickon’s got basketball that night,” she said, “so I’ll be taking him and Bran there. Dad will take Arya to Robb’s game.”

Sansa’s shoulders dropped again. She and Jeyne were performing the Rosy Reel with Alys Karstark and Wylla Manderly on Friday, and it was a five-minute dance, representing by far the biggest role Sansa had ever taken on stage. Even Mrs. Poole, who had never been much of a one for dance, had been clucking with excitement over watching it. But Sansa knew any protest on her part would be futile, so she went back to sipping her lemonade in silence with her eyes fixed on her dinner plate.

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“Then Rickon ran outside because he wouldn’t go to bed, the idiot, and I told him I’d tell Mum on him, but he said he didn’t care because I couldn’t punish him for it, anyway.”

Sansa rolled her eyes as she finished her tale and passed the nail polish brush to Jeyne, whose mother had after all agreed to Sansa’s coming to their house on Friday night instead of Wednesday. Jane rolled her eyes harder, if possible.

“Ugh,” she replied. “I’m glad I don’t have a little brother; Elna and Freya are almost bad enough for three brothers, anyway.”

Sansa grinned. Jeyne was almost always complaining about the antics of her twin six-year-old sisters.

“Better them than Arya, still,” she said, and Jeyne sighed.

“Fair point,” she replied. “At least we won’t be in school with her next year.”

“I know,” Sansa said. Her grin rose to match her friend’s. Both had graduated from Winterfell Elementary School that spring and would attend Robett P. Glover Middle School in the fall.

“So when’s your grandma taking you for new clothes?” Jeyne asked, brushing the polish gently over the smallest nail on her right foot. Sansa’s grandmother always took her and Arya to the mall to buy them each a new outfit for school at the end of each summer.

Sansa shrugged. “I don’t think she’s set it with Mum yet,” she replied, and took the brush out of Jeyne’s outstretched hand to dip it in the polish bottle.

“Well, make sure she gets you something nice, not frumpish like last year’s,” Jeyne said and reached up to grab the newest issue of Westeros Fashion Teen! from her bed. She flipped over a few pages and held it out to Sansa. “Something like this one.”

She pointed to a picture of a grinning blonde girl in a bright green choker top and a dark denim crop skirt with an artful slit lined with a swath of green and yellow plaid. Sansa frowned. Since when did Jeyne use the word frumpish? Probably since her aunt had gotten her a subscription to the magazine for her birthday earlier that year, she decided. That didn’t mean Grandma Stark would buy her an outfit like the one Jeyne had just shown her, though. She would probably say the skirt was too short. Besides, Sansa had liked last year’s outfit just fine, although perhaps she could persuade her grandmother to buy her a denim skirt in a longer length instead of her usual twill pants.

“We can’t be the idiot sixth-graders who walk into a load of eighth-graders looking like dorks,” Jeyne continued. “Or a load of boys. Lena says most of the boys in our year are hopelessly immature, but some of the seventh- and eighth-graders will treat you properly, or even ask you to the autumn dance, if you’re dressed smart and know your football teams.” She grinned as she grabbed a bottle of nail enamel dryer from the shelf behind her. “Myrcella Baratheon’s older brother Joffrey is in seventh this year, remember? I saw her the other day, and she said he just broke up with Tyene Sand.” Her voice rose with the hissing noise of the spray leaving the can. “He and his mates are all gorgeous. Just think if we each got one of them for the dance!”

Sansa would have asked whether the magazine subscription had made Jeyne get so superfluous about a load of boys, but then she had met Joffrey Baratheon before, and she did have to admit he was cute. And it would be awfully nice to get asked to the dance – maybe then she could talk Mum into getting her another new dress that way, and she’d seen the loveliest pale blue one at the mall the other day. And if a boy as popular and cute as Joffrey Baratheon asked her to the dance, maybe Eddara Tallhart and her friends would slack off calling Sansa a nerd, geek, dork, and prissy all the time.

Sansa peered down at her toenails and smiled. The nail polish looked even prettier than she’d thought. Maybe that magazine had done Jeyne some good after all.

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October 17, 927 AC

Sansa wiped a stray strand of hair out of her face and opened her junk drawer for its annual cleaning. One more drawer after this, and she could drag her ancient vacuum cleaner back to the closet and call it a day. She might even eat the whole chocolate bar sitting in the refrigerator, instead of just half, both to mark the end of such an exhausting afternoon and to celebrate the fact that the twenty-year-old machine, which she’d bought back in college and had never been able to afford replacing, was still going strong. God only knew she couldn’t afford to buy a new vacuum cleaner if this one bit the dust.

She snorted at her own unintentional pun and reached to the back of the drawer. Her hand closed around an address book, two photo frames, and a tiny bottle with a smeared silver lid. Sansa put down the other items and shook it out of instinct. It was the first thing she’d done when she’d gotten her hands on Jeyne’s bottle of nail polish that Friday night after their dance recital. Less than half the contents remained, and over the years they had separated until the layer of clear liquid on top was almost as thick as its more colorful counterpart on the bottom. Sansa had nearly thrown it away any number of times, but she’d stopped trying a few years back. It was, after all, all she had left of Jeyne.

Sansa put the bottle down and reached back to empty the drawer. Ten more minutes and she could collapse into her chair and pay today’s bill, not to mention check the total, although she already knew what it would be. She’d calculated it in her head every day for a month now.

After today’s payment of 451.87 Lions, she’d have 40,553.50 Lions left to pay. If she paid the same amount – the maximum she could afford – every month, it would take 89.7459 months for her to pay it. That translated to 7.4788 years.

7.4788 years until March 31, 936.

Sansa flipped the vacuum cleaner’s power switch on. She would definitely have the whole chocolate bar tonight.

#jon x sansa #jonsa fanfiction #drama #tragedy #tw: depression #tw: mental health issues #tw: suicidal thoughts #the darkest hour is just before dawn #my writing #multi-chapter fics #fic: the year of zero

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tyranttortoise · 7 years

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Fam. Fam. Why must you hurt me with the soulmates thing? CAN YOU IMAGINE IF IT WERE FRISK AND SANS THO YEAH WELL I DID & now I dislike myself ._. Ples imma just think of the two as soulmates T_T

I’ve had this drabble in my drafts for a week now, and I just realized I never posted it. So have some Frans soulmate happiness-with-a-dash-of-angst.

Frisk is gendered and aged-up. If that’s not your cup of tea, keep scrolling.

The first time he felt the Resonance was when Snow Drake had Confronted her on the path to Snowdin, calling out the floating red SOUL into existence. The moment he saw the color, he balked, momentarily caught off-guard. None of the other humans he’d seen possessed a SOUL of pure Determination.

Her SOUL was the most powerful in the entire Underground, and yet… she chose to laugh at Snow Drake’s ice pun, making him feel validated enough to continue on with a sharp smirk on his beak. The human waved him farewell and continued forward, while Sans pressed the heel of his palm to his sternum.

There was a pull between their SOULs… but that was impossible. She was a teenage girl, someone who he had promised to protect. But even with that promise hanging in the air, he couldn’t bring himself to let her out of his sight. He consoled himself with the constant reminder of the promise, of the fact that Toriel was a name that carried considerable weight (even if the old lady had never admitted her royal standing out-loud), of the fact that he was doing a favor for a dear friend by watching over this human as she joked, flirted, and hugged her way through Confrontation after Confrontation.

He told himself that he was watching her progress as a Judge–that he was waiting for her to slip-up, to reveal her true nature as a human and attack one of them.

It had nothing to do with the ache in his chest whenever she progressed without him. Nothing at all.

The first time he acknowledged the possibility of the Soul Resonance being real was when he was staring at her across from the table at the MTT Resort restaurant. The candlelight flickered between them, casting shadows on his face, emphasizing his hollow sockets while he idly threatened her. It also made the tears rapidly gathering in her gaze look like glitter.

He felt a pang in his chest, one that had him clenching his jaw and tightening his fists in his pockets. He tried to play it off–even tried to allude to the fact that he knew of the power that existed in her SOUL–but it still made him feel like garbage.

“i’m rootin’ for ya, kid.”

He winked and took a short-cut, even as he could hear her chair scraping across the floor, her voice calling out to him, cracking on his name. Sans stood in the alleyway, his fingers balled in the front of his T-shirt, and clinked the back of his skull against the brick.

Soulmates with a human? A human that could bend the rules with Determination alone, no less, and one that was also Determined to go home. One that would probably end up killing their king and using the power of his SOUL to pass through the barrier and out of his life forever.

Yeah, Sans had that kind of luck.

The first time he admitted the Resonance was actually real–that they were actually soulmates–was when she smiled at him while they stood on the cliffs, gazing at the setting sun of the Surface. It had been the first time any of the monsters had seen the sun, the first time their sight had to adjust to something other than fire magic, magical crystals, luminescent foliage, or lava. Sans couldn’t believe it; after so many failed experiments, so many timeline loops (which he couldn’t remember much of, other than the fact that they gave him a general distrust toward flowers), so much Hopelessness…

A single human teen had managed to befriend nearly every monster in the Underground and subsequently break the barrier to release them from beneath the mountain.

She looked so radiant, features cast in hues that he’d never even seen Underground. Her smile was bright, spread even wider than his own grin, and while Toriel proudly set a paw on the human’s back, Frisk reached out and gripped the sleeve of his jacket.

“You’ve got a weird expression on your face, Sans,” she murmured, trying not to be overheard by Toriel as the goat woman conversed with her ex.

Sans tried to amend his expression. "heh, guess you could say something just dawned on me.“

Frisk laughed, her fingers still lingering on his jacket. Did she feel it, too? Could humans feel the connection like he could?

“Pretty sure the sun’s setting.”

“welp, that’s a downer.”

She laughed harder, and he finally gave in and let himself feel the Resonance without trying to fight it. This human–his human, the possessive part of his mind whispered–had managed to do the impossible.

She’d given him HoPe again.

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Does she remember the life they had together on the Surface? The years they spent together– gone?

Is she even in there?

The hardest thing Sans ever had to do was to watch her stride through the Underground, wearing that empty smile. It didn’t belong on her face. She didn’t laugh at his jokes, and even though he tried so hard to get her to turn back, she refused.

She was Determined.

He didn’t want to stop her.

But once she went through Papyrus, he knew that wasn’t her.

Like a coward, he watched her until the end, grieving the loss of both his soulmate and his brother. He should have stopped her. One bone straight through the chest, before her LOVE was too high…

But he couldn’t. Not when his SOUL felt like it was being ripped in two.

Bathed in golden light, he stood across from her, just as he had before. The last time, he had been so proud of her, so amazed at her progression, but this time…

He warned her; he searched for any sign of the girl he loved in those crimson eyes. She twirled the knife in her palm, her skin caked with grit and dust.

“c'mon, frisk.”

MISS

“do you remember me? please, if you’re listening… let’s just forget all of this.”

MISS

Over and over, he watched that little crimson SOUL shatter. He begged. He pleaded. He lost track of the times she was impaled or incinerated.

“i know you feel my soul. there’s no way you don’t.”

MISS

The bite was gone from her shoulder, wiped clean from the RESET, but the Resonance was still there. And every time he watched his soulmate’s SOUL shatter, he felt like he lost a piece of himself. It became a gnawing pain, one that made his voice raw, his bones rattle, his wit crumble.

“please come back to me.”

The knife flashed, and a bone jutted through her shoulder. The tip of the knife dug between two of his ribs. He was grimacing, tempted to just rock forward on his heels and give up entirely, but…

The expression she was wearing…!

Frisk was crying, her trembling fingers unfurling from the knife’s handle. Its clatter was deafening as it echoed in the Judgement Hall.

“I’m…s-so…sorry, I… I couldn’t…” She could barely speak, but Sans hushed her by dismissing the bone and cradling her against his chest.

“shh. shhh, it’s ok.”

They both stayed like that, huddled in the corridor together, openly sobbing. An eternity stretched before Frisk finally wiped her blotchy face on his hoodie and pulled back. "I’m going to RESET. If I… If it’s not me this time… Please…“

Sans nodded slightly; he knew what she was asking him to do. "i’ll stop it before snowdin if i have to.”

She sighed in relief and cradled his cheekbone against her palm. He could smell the dust. She pressed her lips to his teeth, and he could taste the saltiness of her tears. Her hand began to tremble, so he reached up and covered it with one of his.

“see ya soon, kiddo.”

“See you on the other side, Sans.”

[ R E S E T ]

“don’t you know how to greet an old pal?”

He could feel his bones rattling as he held his breath, waiting for her to turn around. Would she be covered in dust and wearing that smile?

Frisk whirled around and bypassed his extended hand to throw her arms around his neck, clutching onto him like a lifeline. His arms wound around her, just as tight, and she could hear the sound of the whoopee cushion deflating against her back. Her giggles were watery, and she shook her head against his neck.

“You know how to kill a mood, huh?”

She winced as soon as the word kill registered, but Sans just grinned and winked. ”farting is such sweet sorrow, kid.“

Frisk snorted. "You dork.” Her tone was affectionate as she hugged him again, burying her face in the side of his neck. He lowered his head to her shoulder, grazing his teeth lightly over where his mark would soon be.

She went through the familiar motions, befriending everyone while he watched over her from the sidelines. With every Confrontation, he felt that familiar fear well up in his chest… a feeling of deja vu that made him wonder if that last timeline had happened more than once.

He didn’t threaten her at the MTT restaurant; instead, they had a meal, and he even got on stage to tell a few jokes. Her smile (the genuine smile he knew, not the one that didn’t reach those empty eyes) made his SOUL soar. They skipped the Judgement Hall altogether–Sans took her through a shortcut instead.

Then, they ended up standing on top of the mountain again, watching the sun set. Uncertainly chilled him, even as the sunlight cast a warm, orange glow over his pale bones. This was the second time she had done the impossible.

(No, the third. The second time she did the impossible was when she caused them to end up Underground again. He was too terrified of the answer to ask her why she did it yet.)

And then a hand brought him out of his somber thoughts. Finger slipped down his arm, into the pocket where his fist was buried. Like so many times before, Frisk laced her fingers with his, and Sans’s eyelights shifted over to her. The sweater slipped away from her shoulder slightly–just enough for him to see the healing bite there, marking her as his.

“gotta hand it to ya, frisk. you know just what to do.”

The stirring in his SOUL quelled as he squeezed her hand.

Her grin was lop-sided. “I can’t quite put my finger on why, but it dawned on me that should touch you.”

“c’mon, i set you up for that one, and you recycled my garbage joke.”

“I’ll give you that.” Her smile brightens, and Sans chuckles. After their amusement dies down, he searches her gaze, but sees no trace of the other entity. He decides it doesn’t matter. Their SOULs are bound, interwoven too tightly for that threat to break them apart. If he has to relieve the same loop over and over, he’ll do it.

It’s worth the uncertainty if it means he’ll get to keep spending these moments with her, forever.

*Mobile Imagine Masterlist

#beeswaxdraws #frisk #sans #undertale #frans #gendered frisk #female frisk #soulmates #soul resonance

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S/M 8

Warning: None

Once Min got finished changing she excitedly ran out of the bathroom seeing Sebastian lay on her hotel bed waiting for her.

“Ready?” He said sitting up smiling at her.

“Yes! I miss you the last month, it's not the same without you.” Min said slipping on her nike shoes.

“I miss you too Princess, come on New York awaits before you fly back to Korea in a week and start promoting again.”

“Oh jeez don’t remind me, I am officially on Vacation mode.” Min said as they leave her hotel room.

“Come here, it's going to be cold, it’s December after all.” Sebastian said fixing her scarf making her giggle.

“Did you forget I live in Korea for the past few years and it snows there.” She said hooking her arm with his as they walk down the night streets of New York seeing all the Christmas decorations.

“Yeah I kind of forgot that a little.” He said chuckling seeing the smoke coming out of his mouth.

“Is the Rockefeller Christmas tree close by? I really want to take some pictures there before I leave.” Min asked excitedly.

“Its within walking distance, we could go after dinner.”

“Okay, what did you have in mind?”

“Pizza?” Both said at the same time as they both starts to laugh.

“Pizza it is, New York is known for their pizza anyways.” Sebastian said as the walk to the Pizza place that was known for their food.

Once they both settled into the booth and started eating, Min moaned at how good the pizza is.

“Dam I am going to miss food like this when I go back to korea.” She said stuffing her face.

“Oh yeah you said you guys have different food standards over there.” Sebastian said eating his pizza.

“Yeah, even McDonald taste different. How do you think we get to stay skinny?” She said jokingly.

“You mean borderline anorexic.”

“True the korean girls are pretty skinny there, and the idol world is worst. We got to stay within a weight frame. I am happy my entertainment allows my group to be more on the fit aspect then skinny, thats Tiffany group image. Since my group is a mixed race group its alot easier.”

“Do you ever plan to move back to America?” Sebastian asked out of nowhere making Min stop midbite to think.

“To be honest. I really do not know. I am still in contract with my entertainment for the next 3 and a half years, but if the Marvel movies go well I might move back here. Why?” She said

“I am just curious, you seem to enjoy America a lot but your on the other side of the world. What made you go over there anyways? I don’t think I ever asked, all I remember is you telling me is you are from San Francisco.”

“Blame Tiffany, she influenced me since I was little to like everything Korean and her family accepted me as their own so it was natural that we both audition together. And somehow we both got accepted together. To be honest though I am happy we weren’t in the same group though. Her group is too strict for me. But hey if Tiffany didn’t influence me I would have never auditioned for Marvel and get casted as Linda which leads to meeting you.” She said proudly.

“Weren’t your family sad when you left?” Sebastian asked making Min choke on her food causing him to jump up to help her before handing her water.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asked trying hard not to laugh.

“Yeah, let's go see the Tree, I am excited.” She said changing the subject standing up but Sebastian stops her.

“Min whats wrong?”

“Nothing come on let's go.” She said with a sad look on her face trying to stand up again

The moment they walked to the Rockefeller Tree Min was staring at it in awe but Sebastian can’t seem to shake the sad feeling he was getting from her before he heard sniffing, turning to see Min trying to discreetly wipe her tears.

“Princess what’s wrong?” Sebastian asked stopping in front of her placing both hands on her shoulders seeing her shake her head refusing to look up. “Princess?”

“Sebastian please let it go.” Min said finally looking up at him with such a painful look on her face making his heart clench before pulling her into a hug.

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No it’s not you, you didn’t know.” She said.

“Do you want to tell me?”

“Lets just say, I don’t have a family.” She said quietly crying into his chest.

“That’s not true. You know why?” Sebastian said pushing her arm length to look at her face still holding her making her look up at him shaking her head.

“You have us now, me, Chris, Tiffany, and your kpop crew. We are your family okay? Don’t forget that.” Sebastian said wiping away her tears placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Come on, I know a place with really good hot chocolate then I can teach you how to Ice Skate.” Sebastian said grabbing her hand and walking away to the hot chocolate stand making Min giggle sadly.

“How are you so sure I don’t know how to Ice Skate?” Min joked following him to the hot chocolate stand.

“I don’t, just hoping so I can be a badass on the rink.”

“Pft, you wish. Just to let you know I am actually a pro at Ice Skating, I use to do compe….” Min started but stopped not wanting to go deep into the subject.

“A pro huh? Then you gotta show me then.” Sebastian said after catching her stopping herself from finishing the sentence and decided not to talk about it.

The pair had lots of fun the next few days going Ice Skating (which she schooled him), clubbing and ate lots of food while having movie marathons. But the week passed by way to quickly for their likings the next thing they know it he was dropping her off at the airport.

“Well I am going to miss having you with me.” Sebastian said hugging her.

“I know I am going to miss you like crazy too, but hey you could always watch my performance on Youtube. The next few months will fly by really quickly, the next thing we know it will be the movie’s press tour and premiere watch.”

“True and you will be filming again after that.” Sebastian said looking at her.

“Mmhmm, I honestly can’t wait to meet RDJ and Scarlett. God dam my woman crush on her is strong.” Min said day dreaming of Scarlett making Sebastian laugh as he nudges her head playfully.

“You are something else I swear. It's almost time for your flight princess.” Sebastian said looking at his watch that Min had gifted him for his birthday.

“Oh before I forget I got something for you for Christmas.” Sebastian said pulling out a box from his pocket.

“Hey unfair, you said no presents…” Min said pouting.

“Yeah you can’t give me a present because your crazy ass spent over 4 grand on this watch for me.” He said waving the watch in her face making her giggle.

“Hey you deserve it.” She said sticking her tongue out.

“Uh huh, don’t open it until you get situated on the plane okay?” Sebastian said

“Fine fine. I’ll see you in a few months, Sebastian, I am going to miss our piggyback rides.” Min said pulling him into a hug.

“Uh huh, I am going to miss you too.” He said placing a kiss on her forehead making her giggle before she let him go walking over to security check. Sebastian stood there watching her until she passes through Security and she turns back and waves at him.

“BTW I lied, I hid your Christmas present in your kitchen. Have fun looking for it, message me when you find it.” Min said loudly giving him 2 thumbs up making the other passenger laugh at her as Sebastian stood there in shock before laughing.

“You are something else Princess.” He replied shaking his head at her.

“Ehh, bye Sebby.” She said shrugging her shoulders cutely before blowing him an air kiss.

Once Min got settled into her first class flight seat she pulled out Sebastian gift to her for Christmas, when she opened it she gasped seeing a beautiful Sapphire Key Necklace.

Meanwhile Sebastian had got home and started to look around his kitchen only to find his gift hidden behind her Captain Crunch cereal she’s been eating at his apartment making him chuckle. Once he opened it he finds a Hugo Boss Trifold Wallet.

Ding.

Sebby (>^-^)>

Found it. You are a dork princess. Thank you.

MinniePrincess ^.^

I am glad you found it, took you long enough.

And thank you for this beauty

Min texted as she sends a picture of herself wearing the necklace to him.

True to word the pair had kept up communications at least once a week. The moment Min landed back in korea her schedule has been through the roof preparing for the end of the year MAMA performance plus multiple comeback performances. Min been religiously wearing the necklace that Sebastian had given her unless she was on stage and it clashed with her outfit which rarely happens.

During February on Min birthday pictures floated around the internet of her holding hands and being very cozy with her SHinee's Jonghyun and their entertainment released an official statement confirming the relationship before Min posted an official picture of the pair on her instagram of Jonghyun giving Min a kiss on the cheek. When Min told Sebastian that they were together, he was through the roof screaming 'I knew it, I knew it was going to happen and tell Tiffany she owes me $20' making Min laugh as her friends were making bets on when they would get together.

Min relationship with Jonghyun never got in the way of her close friendship with Sebastian which she was happy for. A couple more months flew by and the next thing you know it Min was once again packing her bags to start filming of the new 'The Avengers.'

#james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian x reader #winter solider x you #winter soldier #originl character #captain america #infinity war #chris evans #original character #steve rogers #the first avenger #marvel

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A Punderful Proposal (SansxReader One-shot)

Hey, everybody! This is somethings I wrote up based on a dream I had a while back. I wanted to write out the idea, cuz I’m a sucker for fluff. Hope everyone enjoys!

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Title: A Punderful Proposal Pairing: Sans/Reader Word count: 2598 Warnings: Fluff overload. Terrible shitty puns and jokes. No pronouns used for Reader. Otherwise, none.

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Laughter rang out as the sun shined brightly from the cloudless sky. Waves rolled softly back and forth on the golden sand. The heat was eased by a gentle, cool, ocean breeze.

It was a glorious summer day and you and all your friends had been able to organize a beach house getaway for the next couple of days.

You never expected to become such great friends with all of these wonderful Monsters and their little Ambassador. It stared with Alphys. You had helped her find the local nerd shop and ended up in a very long discussion about anime inside the shop. Through her you met Undyne, when Alphys had invited you out for lunch one day to meet her girlfriend. Next had actually been Toriel and Frisk. You were invited to a sleepover at Alphys’ that Frisk had been invited to as well, and you instantly loved the determined child to pieces and Toriel became a pseudo-mom to you. Finally, you met Papyrus, and in turn, Sans. Undyne was taking you to one of their training session and Papyrus had dragged Sans along this one time because Undyne had said you would be there. Papyrus was the coolest, sweetest person you had ever met, and Sans…

Well…

Something seemed to just click with you two.

Maybe it was the way you treated his brother. Or maybe how friendly you were with his friends.

Or maybe the mutual love of puns.

“the beach is quite the sand-sation, isn’t it?”

“I sea what you did there, but don’t star fishing for compliments.” You giggled. He laughed and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“stars, you’re wonderful.” He sighed dreamily, “how did i become so lucky to be allowed to date someone like you?”

“Sans…”

“i know, i know… no self-depreciation. but still, i sometimes still wonder how you’re real. you’re so incredible and beautiful and smart and funny and i love you so much…” He pulls you into a hug that you quickly return.

What ever it was that clicked between you two, it grew and grew. You became closer and closer, Sans eventually admitting to you his darkest thoughts, and you in turn being a light to guide him back from them. When you were having a hard time and stressing out over everything, he would pull you back and help you unwind. Mutual give and take. There were bumps here and there as with anything, but neither of you wanted to leave the other.

Two years in and Sans realized he loved you far more than a friend. It took another year though for Sans finally find the courage to ask you out. Part of it was the fear you wouldn’t return his feelings. Another, bigger part was that he didn’t think he deserved you. He was still trying to recover from everything the resets had done to him. He was getting better yes, but he was still a mess sometimes. Even if his HP had finally stared rising again, it was still rather precariously low at the time, and he had been sure the heartbreak of being rejected by you would have dusted him where he stood. He couldn’t do that to you.

You had figured out Sans feelings for you a little after he did, and even though you returned them, you were going to wait for Sans to ask you out. You dropped little hints that you returned his affections, but never pushed him. You waited for him to accept that it was ok to take this chance with you. To take a chance at letting himself have a bit of happiness. When he finally did, via a pun in true Sans fashion, you had laughed with the biggest smile on your face and said yes.

You ended up admitting that you had been waiting for him to ask and explained why you had done so. Because Sans deserved to be happy too. You wanted him to believe he deserved it. He asked if he could kiss you right then and there. You answered by taking his face in your hand and pressing your lips to his.

It’s been three years since then and the two of you couldn’t be more of a happy couple if you tried. Papyrus was over the moon with how happy the two of you were, so relieved that his brother was no longer on the verge of Falling Down and so very excited about you joining the family. (The two of you had also given Alphys and Undyne plenty of material for their growing Doujinshi and Fanfiction archives.) Everyone couldn’t have been more happy for the two of you.

“Shell we?”

“we shell.”

You both giggle like the dorks you were.

~~~

It was a great time. You got roped into many shenanigans with your friends; making sandcastles (and burying a sleeping Sans in the sand), collecting shells, playing a rather erm… passionate game of volleyball with Undyne and Papyrus.

“I’M SO SORRY ______!!! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT YOU WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HANDLE A SPIKE FROM UNDYNE!!!”

“Pap, I’m fine. Got the wind knocked out of me, but no harm done.” You try and comfort the tall skele, despite the ball shaped bruises on your arms stating otherwise. Papyrus tearful shuffles in place, still guilty for the incident. You sigh and reach up to take his face in your hands. You gently pull him down to your level and place a chaste kiss on his forehead.

“It’s ok, Pap. It was an accident, and no one is mad. No more tears, ok? We’re supposed to be having fun.” You coo, softly wiping away his tears. He sniffles, but nods and gives you a small smile. “Now, come here.”

You pull him into a hug and he returns it, burying his face in your shoulder. You hear him mutter a ‘thank you’ and something else you almost didn-

Did he…

Did Papyrus just call you his sibling?

You pull back from him, wide-eyed. Even after so long of Pap saying he considered you such, that’s the first time he’s actually called you it. It seems he finally registered his own words as his face begins to tint orange.

“I-I MEAN- THAT IS- UM-” you cut off his embarrassed stuttering by making little keening noises.

“Oh my god, Pap! You’ve never called me that! I’m so happy!” You sniffled, your heart about to burt with joy.

“NOW LOOK WHO’S CRYING.” Papyrus chuckles. You do as well at the turn of events.

“I’VE- BEEN WANTING TO CALL YOU THAT.” He admits. “FOR A WHILE NOW.”

“You have?” You tip your head in curiosity. “What changed?”

“NYEHEHEHE.” Papyrus holds a finger up to his lips and winks. “SORRY, DEAR SIBLING, BUT THAT, I CANNOT SAY.”

You blinked in confusion. Papyrus? Keeping secrets?? What has the world come to.

“DO NOT WORRY THOUGH! YOU WILL KNOW WHY SOON ENOUGH.”

“Ok then, Pap. I’ll trust you on that.”

~~~~~

It was two days in of your three day trip, and the sun had finally set. Everyone had gathered outside around a bonfire to relax after the long day of playing.

Well, almost everyone. Frisk had passed out on one of the couches, completely tuckered out, and was put to bed. But that didn’t explain who else was missing.

“Where’s Sans?” You ask, looking around for your missing boney boyfriend.

“I think he said he was going up to the Cabana.” Toriel offered. “Though, he has been gone for a while…”

“I’ll go get him.” You say, standing from your seat. “I heard the Cabana has a really good view of the stars, so he probably wanted to see them and lost track of time.”

“Alright, call if you need anything.”

You then turned from the group to head up the cobblestone path to the Cabana. You didn’t notice the faint giggling of your other favorite skeleton.

~~~

“What’s gotten into you Pap?” Undyne quirked a brow at her friend. Papyrus continued to giggle like an excited child.

“OH THIS IS THE MOST WONDERFUL JAPE! AND NO, I WILL NOT BE TELLING YOU WHY. YOU WILL GET TO HEAR ABOUT IT SOON.”

“Aww, not even a hint?” She tried elbowing him in the side, but he avoided it and rolled his eyes.

“ONLY THAT THIS IS SOMETHING THAT SANS HAS BEEN PLANNING TO DO FOR A WHILE.” Alphys blink in confusion for a second, then her eyes went wide as she gasped.

“Y-You mean he’s-!? Right n-now!? Oh my gosh!!!” She bounced excitedly in place. It didn’t take Undyne much longer to figure out what was mean either.

“Ooooh-ho-holy cheese balls, really?! The nerd is finally going through with it?! Why the heck ain’t we up there?!” Undyne hopped up to go march after you, but Papyrus’ voice stopped her dead.

“NO ONE IS DOING ANYTHING.” All eyes turned to Papyrus. “SANS HAD ENOUGH TROUBLE CONVINCING HIMSELF TO DO THIS WITHOUT ANYONE PRESSURING HIM TO DO SO. HE DOES NOT NEED IT NOW. I WILL NOT HAVE ANYONE RUIN THIS FOR HIM.” He was entirely serious about this, and though he didn’t say it, he was also prepared to forcefully keep his friends from spying on Sans and you. Sans almost didn’t end up asking you out all those years ago because their friends kept nagging him about it. He was not letting Sans get cold feet because of stage fright or nerves. Not when Sans was so close to what used to be nothing but an unachievable dream.

“Alright Papyrus.” Toriel, ever the voice of reason. “We’ll stay here and wait for the good news.”

~~~~

“why did the proton blush? it was positively attracted to the electron.”

You snorted and laughed. Ok, so you had found Sans at the Cabana, just like Tori had said. You had initially just sat and started making small talk, then Sans threw some puns, then you did, and now the whole thing has dissolved into a joke war. By now, the stars were in their full glory.

“Ok, I saw this one on the Internet and I thought of you.”

“awww, babe.”

“So, two fonts, Arial and Calibri, were in the midst of a bad breakup. Calibri said, ‘I’m sorry, you’re personality is too bold.’ Arial responded, ‘You’re just not my type…’”

You both dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“ok, ok, I got one. two nuclear technicians got married. she was radiant and he was glowing.”

Oh? Relationship jokes now? Well ok then.

“I bet they were a fastidious couple. She was fast, he was tedious.”

“an invisible man marries an invisible woman. the kids were nothing to look at either.”

“When a psychic showed me the person I’ll marry, it was love at second sight.”

“what do you call a melon that’s not allowed to get married? a cant-elope.”

You throw your head back and laugh, your side starting to get a stich. You two continued this trend of marriage, wedding, and relationship puns for a bit. But you started to get curious. He’s never made these kinds of puns before. You laughed until it was quiet.

“Sans…?” He seemed nervous now. “What’s wrong?”

“nothing, i just…” He takes a deep breath and steels himself. “knock, knock.”

“… Who’s there?”

Wait. Was this…?

“marry.”

Being alone with Sans in a beautiful place. The theme of the puns.

“I’VE BEEN WANTING TO CALL YOU THAT. FOR A WHILE NOW.”

Your eyes are wide and your hands are trembling.

“M-marry who…?”

He slids off his chair and down on one knee in front of you. Out of his shorts pocket he pulls a little black box. His own hands shake as he holds it out to you. You can hear the soft rattle of his bones.

How long were you waiting, Sans?

“Marry… me…?” He opens the box and inside is a simple but absolutely gorgeous ring. Nothing more than a simple gold band with a single small gem embedded in it, and you think you see engravings on the inside. But you really didn’t want anything else, Sans and you were both simple people. It sparkled in the moonlight and your breath had left you. You brought a hand to your mouth, your eyes going misty as you continued to gaze at the ring.

The silence stretched for several more seconds and Sans didn’t seem to take that as a good sign. He started to pull back, tears beginning to fill his sockets, and your brain finally caught up with you to say something, you idiot!

“What did the melons say when they were being married?” You blurted out quickly, making Sans freeze.

“w-what…?”

You carefully pluck the ring from the box and slide it onto your finger. Then you take Sans’s face in your hands and peck him quickly on the lips.

“Honey, I do.”

He blinks dumbly at you for a few seconds. Then you giggle and your words finally register. All the tension falls out of him as he starts tearfully laughing. You pull him to you and he wraps his arms around your middle, face pressed to your stomach.

“you can’t go doing that to me babe.” He blubbers between watery chuckles. “i thought i messed up. thought you would…”

“I’m so sorry, Sansy.” You apologize, pressing kisses to the top of his skull. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I love you too much… I don’t think it’s possible for me to say no to you.”

“you did just say yes to marrying me.” Sans mutters. That sentence them seems to strike him all over again, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he begins to laugh in ernest.

“you said yes!! you said yes!!!!” He cheers. He pulls back suddenly, only to jump up on his feet, take your face in his hands, and smash your lips together. You’re quick to return it, crushing him to you the best you can. When he pulls back, he gives you the biggest, most joyful smile you’ve ever seen on him. You laugh as he nuzzles his face to yours.

“You’re never getting rid of me, you know.”

“i should be the one saying that.” He chuckles, then gets this almost wistful look. “i don’t know if i’d be able to live without you now.”

“Sans.”

“i know, self-depreciation. but…” Sans gently takes your hands in his and presses a kiss to your fingers, just below your ring. “we’ve got the rest of our lives for you to keep reminding me.”

All you could do was pull him into another kiss.

Your ring continued to glitter in the moonlight.

~~~~~~~

’WHAT DO YOU MEAN “SANS PROPSED LAST NIGHT”?! WHY DIDN’T ANYONE WAKE ME UP?!’ Frisk furiously signed.

“No one knew he was doing so except for Papyrus, and he wasn’t letting anyone see Sans propose. So you weren’t the only one who didn’t get to see, my child.” Toriel soothed, not looking up from cooking breakfast. Frisk stomped their foot once in frustration, then rushed over to you and Sans, who were eating breakfast together in the living room. They nearly tackled their skeleton uncle, causing him to grunt and try to not fall over.

“whoa there kiddo, easy on these old bones.”

'I had better get to be the Ring Bearer at the wedding!’

“Sure Frisk, whatever will keep you from bearing grudges.”

Papyrus then looks up from his breakfast with a flat face.

“IT SEEMS I HAVE BEEN UNDER A MILD FORM OF INSANITY. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME STOP THIS WEDDING.”

#sync's writings #undertale #sans #sans x reader #papyrus #Undyne #Alphys #toriel #frisk #one shot #proposal

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We're No Strangers to Love

Oikawa was getting ready for this gig. People were loud and already screaming and he hasn't even come out on stage yet. Hanamaki and Matsukawa, drummer and guitarist, were already ready and were pumped to do this. They had planned something that somebody might hate or love. After all, Iwaizumi Hajime was pretty fast at deciding whether he loved a thing or loathed it. Tooru wasn't entirely sure, though. Will he have a love-hate relationship with what he'll do tonight?

Iwaizumi just proposed yesterday, obviously, Oikawa had to do something for him.

His long fingers glided along his mousse-brown curls, his hazel eyes glistening and determined. He looked at himself and recited the lyrics. Tooru fixed his shirt and even fixed his makeup. He wasn't even on stage yet, but his makeup had to be perfect. Everything had to be perfect. Above all, it was a really special day.

The brown-eyed boy turned his head to the two members. "Hey, guys, you done warming up?" the two of them nodded. Matsukawa held his electric guitar, Hanamaki was tapping excitedly with his drum sticks. They were pretty stoked about this thing, too. They thought it was absolutely genius.

"Model boy is going to enjoy this." Hanamaki's usual devious grin spread across his lips. "He will." Mattsun agreed, nodding and tuning his guitar.

Oikawa looked down. "Is he really, though?" he was a bit uncomfortable. "I mean, the lyrics fit so well, but - "

"Trust me, Tooru, it'll be fine."

"If he dumps you for this I swear -"

"God, I hope not."

"Right."

The singer smiled at both of them, they were such supportive friends, he thanked them for that.

Kageyama practically shrieked.

"You could've told me!" he screamed, his voice echoed through out the room. Iwaizumi Hajime was going with two dorks, Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio, to one of his fiance's concert. Hinata flinched at the voice and the younger boy muttered a small 'sorry'.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes all the way to Saturn. "Ugh, seriously? Just please, calm down."

"I will not calm down-" Kageyama was cut off mid-reply. "Why not?" the older boy challenged, looking at him with a deadly glare. Kageyama looked at the model with an incredulous look.

He shook his head. "You could've told me that your fiance was the lead singer for Seijoh, Oikawa fucking Tooru! Nicknamed 'The Great King of Pop-Rock'! Christ! You know that we were in the same band!" he shouted again, Hinata flinched once more.

"So? I'm the Ace of Modern Modelling. Don't you consider me special? And the past is past." he fake-pouted and curled his lips into a sly smile. "Besides, he's a chill guy. The concert - "

"- costs so much! Where the fuck did you get the money from?" the blue-eyed boy sighed. "Do you really think being The Great King's fiance doesn't have advantages?"

Oh.

Kageyama looked at him with a dead look in his eyes.

"Of course, of course,"

Hinata decided to speak up. "It'll be fun, Yama-yama-kun," he mused. Kageyama was a bit flustered, he usually was when Hinata called him that.

"Ah, young love."

"You're two years older, two,"

"So?" he said, mimicking his tone from five minutes ago.

"I'll slaughter you, I swear."

"Mhm, sure, Yama-yama-kun."

"Iwaizumi!"

Oikawa was finally done with his second song and now he's interacting with his fans.

He spotted Iwaizumi and Co. a few minutes ago, waving at them. The other black-haired guy he was with was Kageyama Tobio, an old member from their old band Kitagawa Daiichi. He left the band for good when he found out about The Fallen Crows. They were a pretty good band, to be honest. Matsukawa and Hanamaki were doing their usual comedy gimmicks and other things that their female fans tend to enjoy.

"B-But, Makki-" he was cut off by many screams.

"Oh my God, Makki!"

"That's the nickname we gave Hanamaki! Oh!"

"MatsuHana is canon!"

Matsukawa chuckled. "MatsuHana is not canon, people!" he denied.

Yeah, denied. It was overwhelmingly obvious that both of them were dating. They couldn't keep their hands to themselves when they were performing or not, there are several compilations on YouTube named "MatsuHana Moments" and it's the best thing. Oikawa, on the other hand, had a lot of fangirls who think that he has a girlfriend/boyfriend, but... he has a fiance.

Oh, that word sounds so good rolling off his tongue.

"Okay guys, calm down! The Grand King of Pop Rock has an announcement!" Several screams echoed through out the large arena. He had been teasing them in various social media about this "announcement".

The brown-eyed vocalist stepped up and looked at his fans' eyes, eager.

"So, like... I'm kinda... engaged to someone."

Screaming.

Lots of screaming.

"Kageyama Tobio?!"

"Daichi Sawamura from The Fallen Crows?!"

"It's Sugawara from The Fallen Crows!"

"No, no, none of those people. Yes, I do communicate with them, but-" he smiled brightly. "It's somebody that you see in billboards, he's a hottie, a keeper, and God those arms." he mused, his fans were taken aback.

"No way, it's him."

"Him?! NO WAY! THEY'VE BEEN HANGING OUT A LOT, SO-"

"Yes, it's him."

He chuckled. "Yep, it's him. The Ace of Modern Modelling, Iwaizumi Hajime!"

Lots of screaming, part 2.

"CALLED IT!"

"OH, THEY'RE PERFECT!"

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

"He's in the audience right now, but he's hidden. So..." he winked. "Find him if you can."

Oikawa drank some of his water, hearing his fans' supportive shouts and such made him super calm, he was quite nervous when he thought about announcing it. Well, his fans knew he was gay, but announcing engagement, he couldn't help but think that he disappointed some people. He might've, anyways. But, he loved Iwaizumi a lot.

"WE FOUND HIM! GUYS, GRAB A MIC!"

"OH, HE HAS A MIC."

"Iwa-chan, hi!" he waved at his fiance, who was beet red, holding a mic.

He rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Shittykawa." he murmured and dropped the microphone.

"Mean, Iwa-chan!"

"OH HE'S A TSUNDERE!"

"A TSUNDERE!"

"IWA-CHAN, GOD, SPARE ME!"

Oikawa burst into laughter, this was so much more fun that he had imagined. He thought the audience would go all quiet on him, or something.

It's cool, right? Your fans supporting you and listening to your own voice, singing wonderful lyrics that meant a lot to you. That's why Tooru loves singing, that's why he loved music. That's also why he loved Iwaizumi.

The music his body makes when he poses, dances, or moves. What Tooru saw was pure art, music, movement. And he adored that.

"Then Iwa-chan-" Oikawa was cut off by Iwaizumi picking up the mic he dropped. "Shittykawa!" he threatened. The mousse-haired vocalist just ignored him and did a little peace sign. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and reddened.

"Since I love him so, so much-" "Oh god..." "- I dedicate this song to him, hit it, Mattsun, Makki!"

Dun, dun, dun, dun...

No way.

No fucking way.

Kageyama and Hinata instantly recognized the beat, laughing their asses off. "Man, I love Oikawa-san!" Hinata mused, looking at Iwaizumi, who was frozen.

Everyday, I suffer from Mattsun and Makki's memes.

Key word, everyday.

"We're no strangers to love..." Oikawa sang, his eyes glistening with fun and laughter. That was good, but-

He's going to kill him.

Tooru smirked, looking at his fans, who were laughing and shouting 'We just got rick-rolled!' multiple times. There was this one fan, though, who was cussing a lot, she probably hated this meme, but Iwaizumi could tell that she was having fun.

He even memorized the choreography, how Rick Astley danced, oh man, the microphone's even identical! I'm gonna kill him!

"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling. Gotta make you understand- 1, 2, 3 sing it!"

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down!"

Hajime was light-headed, he couldn't believe this idiot. He literally sang this song - this meme - for him? God, the lyrics were heartwarming. But, knowing that this was a godforsaken meme. It was funny, hilarious.

God, I'm gonna kill him.

I love him, so much.

He ran, people gave him the space, obviously.

"Excuse me-" "Hajime-senpai!" "- yes, excuse me."

He finally reached the stage and looked up at Oikawa, who looked smug. The vocalist looked down and spotted Hajime.

Oikawa offered his hand, and Iwaizumi gladly took it.

"Iwaizumi Hajime everybody!"

"I can't believe you." Iwaizumi breathed out, a slight smile on his lips. Oikawa let go of the kiss and hugged him tight.

"Well, I'm unbelievable and unpredictable."

"Exactly, that's why I love you."

Silence.

"Iwa-chan."

"Yeah?" he looked at Oikawa's sparkling, brown eyes. Tears started to form, oh no.

"Why are you crying?"

"I love you,"

"Dork, I love you too."

"I'm never gonna give you up-" "Enough."

They spent the rest of the night with kisses and cuddles, Iwaizumi blurting out reasons on why he loved Oikawa so much, resulting into Tooru lightly bullying him.

Tooru was serious though, he was never gonna give him up. Never.

#Fanfic #SFW #IwaOiWeekDay3 #submission

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min--yoonqi · 7 years

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IwaOi Week 2017 - Charm/Song-Inspired

Name: We’re No Strangers to Love Platform: AO3 // read it here. Author: tetsubruh Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Haikyuu!! Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio Additional Tags: Memes, Oneshot, Songfic, (kinda), oh my god why did i write this, iwaizumi is so done, Oikawa Tooru is a Nerd, a meme-y nerd, that is, Matsukawa is !!!, Hanamaki is flattered, Iwaoi Week 2017Background Relationships, rick astley - Freeform, never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, Singer Oikawa Tooru, Alternate Universe - Music, Model Iwaizumi Hajime, Alternate Universe - Fashion & Models, Song-inspired, Fluff Word Count: 1504 Summary: Oikawa and Iwaizumi are engaged. Oikawa is the lead singer for Seijoh, Matsukawa is the guitarist, Hanamaki is the drummer. Iwaizumi is a model from Aoba Johsai, Kageyama and Hinata are singers for The Fallen Crows. Oikawa wants to do something for his lovely fiance.Shit ensues. [ bad summary whoops ]Oikawa and Iwaizumi are engaged. Oikawa is the lead singer for Seijoh, Matsukawa is the guitarist, Hanamaki is the drummer. Iwaizumi is a model from Aoba Johsai, Kageyama and Hinata are singers for The Fallen Crows. Oikawa wants to do something for his lovely fiance.Shit ensues. [ bad summary whoops ] The Actual Story: Oikawa was getting ready for this gig. People were loud and already screaming and he hasn't even come out on stage yet. Hanamaki and Matsukawa, drummer and guitarist, were already ready and were pumped to do this. They had planned something that somebody might hate or love. After all, Iwaizumi Hajime was pretty fast at deciding whether he loved a thing or loathed it. Tooru wasn't entirely sure, though. Will he have a love-hate relationship with what he'll do tonight?

Iwaizumi just proposed yesterday, obviously, Oikawa had to do something for him.

"Model boy is going to enjoy this." Hanamaki's usual devious grin spread across his lips. "He will." Mattsun agreed, nodding and tuning his guitar.

Oikawa looked down. "Is he really, though?" he was a bit uncomfortable. "I mean, the lyrics fit so well, but - "

"Trust me, Tooru, it'll be fine."

"If he dumps you for this I swear -"

"God, I hope not."

"Right."

The singer smiled at both of them, they were such supportive friends, he thanked them for that.

Kageyama practically shrieked.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes all the way to Saturn. "Ugh, seriously? Just please, calm down."

"I will not calm down-" Kageyama was cut off mid-reply. "Why not?" the older boy challenged, looking at him with a deadly glare. Kageyama looked at the model with an incredulous look.

"So? I'm the Ace of Modern Modelling. Don't you consider me special? And the past is past." he fake-pouted and curled his lips into a sly smile. "Besides, he's a chill guy. The concert - "

"- costs so much! Where the fuck did you get the money from?" the blue-eyed boy sighed. "Do you really think being The Great King's fiance doesn't have advantages?"

Oh.

Kageyama looked at him with a dead look in his eyes.

"Of course, of course,"

Hinata decided to speak up. "It'll be fun, Yama-yama-kun," he mused. Kageyama was a bit flustered, he usually was when Hinata called him that.

"Ah, young love."

"You're two years older, two,"

"So?" he said, mimicking his tone from five minutes ago.

"I'll slaughter you, I swear."

"Mhm, sure, Yama-yama-kun."

"Iwaizumi!"

Oikawa was finally done with his second song and now he's interacting with his fans.

"B-But, Makki-" he was cut off by many screams.

"Oh my God, Makki!"

"That's the nickname we gave Hanamaki! Oh!"

"MatsuHana is canon!"

Matsukawa chuckled. "MatsuHana is not canon, people!" he denied.

Oh, that word sounds so good rolling off his tongue.

"Okay guys, calm down! The Grand King of Pop Rock has an announcement!" Several screams echoed through out the large arena. He had been teasing them in various social media about this "announcement".

The brown-eyed vocalist stepped up and looked at his fans' eyes, eager.

"So, like... I'm kinda... engaged to someone."

Screaming.

Lots of screaming.

"Kageyama Tobio?!"

"Daichi Sawamura from The Fallen Crows?!"

"It's Sugawara from The Fallen Crows!"

"No way, it's him."

"Him?! NO WAY! THEY'VE BEEN HANGING OUT A LOT, SO-"

"Yes, it's him."

He chuckled. "Yep, it's him. The Ace of Modern Modelling, Iwaizumi Hajime!"

Lots of screaming, part 2.

"CALLED IT!"

"OH, THEY'RE PERFECT!"

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

"He's in the audience right now, but he's hidden. So..." he winked. "Find him if you can."

"WE FOUND HIM! GUYS, GRAB A MIC!"

"OH, HE HAS A MIC."

"Iwa-chan, hi!" he waved at his fiance, who was beet red, holding a mic.

He rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Shittykawa." he murmured and dropped the microphone.

"Mean, Iwa-chan!"

"OH HE'S A TSUNDERE!"

"A TSUNDERE!"

"IWA-CHAN, GOD, SPARE ME!"

Oikawa burst into laughter, this was so much more fun that he had imagined. He thought the audience would go all quiet on him, or something.

The music his body makes when he poses, dances, or moves. What Tooru saw was pure art, music, movement. And he adored that.

"Since I love him so, so much-" "Oh god..." "- I dedicate this song to him, hit it, Mattsun, Makki!"

Dun, dun, dun, dun...

No way.

No fucking way.

Kageyama and Hinata instantly recognized the beat, laughing their asses off. "Man, I love Oikawa-san!" Hinata mused, looking at Iwaizumi, who was frozen.

Everyday, I suffer from Mattsun and Makki's memes.

Key word, everyday.

"We're no strangers to love..." Oikawa sang, his eyes glistening with fun and laughter. That was good, but-

He's going to kill him.

He even memorized the choreography, how Rick Astley danced, oh man, the microphone's even identical! I'm gonna kill him!

"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling. Gotta make you understand- 1, 2, 3 sing it!"

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down!"

God, I'm gonna kill him.

I love him, so much.

He ran, people gave him the space, obviously.

"Excuse me-" "Hajime-senpai!" "- yes, excuse me."

He finally reached the stage and looked up at Oikawa, who looked smug. The vocalist looked down and spotted Hajime.

Oikawa offered his hand, and Iwaizumi gladly took it.

"Iwaizumi Hajime everybody!"

"I can't believe you." Iwaizumi breathed out, a slight smile on his lips. Oikawa let go of the kiss and hugged him tight.

"Well, I'm unbelievable and unpredictable."

"Exactly, that's why I love you."

Silence.

"Iwa-chan."

"Yeah?" he looked at Oikawa's sparkling, brown eyes. Tears started to form, oh no.

"Why are you crying?"

"I love you,"

"Dork, I love you too."

"I'm never gonna give you up-" "Enough."

They spent the rest of the night with kisses and cuddles, Iwaizumi blurting out reasons on why he loved Oikawa so much, resulting into Tooru lightly bullying him.

Tooru was serious though, he was never gonna give him up. Never.

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #matsuhana #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyo #haikyuu!!#iwaoi week 2017 #why did i write this

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shenanigumi · 7 years

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Actual First Impressions: HakuMyu LIVE 2, Act 2!!

In much the same fashion as last night.

INTERMISSION – Yazaki Hiroshi is frickin adorable, enough said. Best Hijikata. They’re showing clips of his time in the spotlight and it’s really cute and he’s really cute anD IS THIS REALLY—

Reigen na Hitomi – YESSSS OH MY GOD YAZAKI-SAN SOUNDS GREAT IT’S EVEN BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL probably because he’s just hanging out not in a costume under stage lights doing any physical activity oh my heaven an angel in a purple yukata has descended before me and he’s so adorkable what a wonderful way to indulge the fans while giving the main cast a break and

[Interlude] – SPEAKING OF WHICH THEY’RE BACK IN WESTERN WEAR but… they’re actually furies… they didn’t do that for the last LIVE. I’m pretty sure Souji is talking to Yazaki-san like he’s Hijikata and completely ignoring Matsuda Gaku in full costume behind him. also trying to sing a part of “Shinsengu Tanjō” with him but Yazaki-san doesn’t know it as well hahaha AND GAKU-SAN IS JUST STARING THEM DOWN TRYING NOT TO SMILE OK OH MY FUCK KONDOU IS ADORABLE HE’S LIKE PATTING DOWN YAZAKI-SAN TO MAKE SURE HE’S REAL also now I think they’re arguing over which one is the ‘real’ Hijikata and here comes Shiranui with his watermelon ball (to settle the dispute I guess?) and apparently Yazaki-san is declared the winner as well he should be since he’s using actual volleyball technique hahaha THIS IS FUCKING PRICELESS HE’S GOT SUCH A HUGE GRIN WHAT A DORK and I can just tell Yazaki-san is saying some super awesome things about HakuMyu and Matsuda Gaku and stuff what a sweetheart

Opening ~ Dainimaku ~ Makoto no Hata – ok Yazaki-san might have said some probably nice things about Gaku-san but please do not cover his work even if there’s a part added, please, he will always have done better than you please stick to songs from the new run WAIT WHAT HOLY SHIT IS THIS THE BEGINNING OF OKITA’S MUSICAL I HEAR

PAINT IT BLOOD – IT FUCKING IS BUT ARAMAKI-SAN CAN FOLLOW DAISUKE MARGINALLY BETTER SO I’M MORE OK WITH IT also possibly because I love this song. even if I don’t get why he and Saito are sparring now. oh and there’s Ryunosuke, acting out the end of his anime, which has got to be my favorite scene. and here’s Yamazaki, looking mortally offended that Okita would threaten his boyfriend, because only he is allowed to do that. gods help me for starting to understand this ship

Kawaranaimono – …oh no. oh no are they going to have Hashimoto-san sing Kawaranaimono when his voice is so much rougher than Ryo-san’s. please no he does not have the finesse. oh no please no stop objectively this isn’t terrible but I’ve heard so much better and yeah he hits the notes ok but no this isn’t supposed to happen this is Ryo-san’s song please do not with this. also why have Chizuru there if she’s not gonna sing with him, I mean really. also his face is p shiny but Still Not as Sweaty as Ryo-san™ thankfully

?!?!?!?! – that’s Harada’s voice but… uh what is this? it sounds Latin and I don’t recognize it at all but I could dance to this and [MIND GOES ABRUPTLY BLANK AS HE FUCKIN FEELS HIMSELF UP] …uh they better keep this in his musical (though I can’t think why they’d take it out) it’s such a wonderful piece oh my GOD thank the heavens for this Harada and his powerful voice and how he’s like a head and a half taller than everyone in the audience, I will kneel and give thanks if you know what I mean holy shit HE WORKS THAT SPEAR LIKE KAZAMA WORKED HIS MIC IN THE ORIGINAL LIVE *applauds as song ends… along with Kazama, oh I guess this was the context for his new medley*

[RELUCTANTLY SKIPS AHEAD TO] Jōran Shiai ~ Asagi-iro no Kakugo [2] => Yume no Hate – ah excellent I love this piece and its gorgeous guitar. I’d love it better if they didn’t cut the intro short and have Hijikata sing alone at first, even if the others join him—he just can’t hold his own in a solo. also damn Nagakura looks good, he just doesn’t sound right. OH NO PLEASE NOT THIS ONE, KAZAMA-HEN ALREADY DID THE BEST YOU CAN POSSIBLY DO WITH THIS, PLEASE DON’T RUIN IT A SECOND TIME, WATCHING IT IN SHINSENGUMI KITAN WAS BAD ENOUGH but hey, at least Yamazaki gets a verse, even if Yazaki-san’s solo over the chorus beats the pants off Gaku-san’s.

……… – THE FINALE APPROACHETH?! ohhhhh no. oh nooooo. this is going to hurt me, isn’t it. but first, the shippy bit. I do think their little love theme is better than Hijikata and Chizuru’s from Hijikata-hen and the first LIVE; at the very least, it gets stuck in my head a hell of a lot more often. honestly, A+ on the staging and music and everything. (also even if I’m going to hurt in about 30 seconds I could watch Suzuki Shogo climb stairs forever in that jacket, just saying.) and my adoration of the way this version of the final battle is done remains, even if the set is a little less elaborate than in Shinsengumi Kitan; they bring Yaisa! into it, but clear the stage instead of leaving it crowded. speaking of which nO SHOGO-SAN DON’T CRY PLEASE DON’T CRY YOU’RE ACTUALLY KILLING ME HOLY FUCK THAT LITTLE ADDED MOMENT WITH CATCHING THE CHERRY PETAL AT THE END NOOOOOOOO

whatever comes after that – KAZAMA IS DEAD, WHY DO I CARE. but I am curious, without Amagiri, who’s going to save Chizuru when the humans come for her. or… I guess they’re not coming after her this time? although I do hear Amagiri’s theme. (too bad, I wanted Shiranui to save her à la my semi-AU route.) also, if this song showed up in Shinsengumi Kitan, I was too destroyed by the final battle to realize that it’s actually a good one. also, the Shinsengumi bestowing their haori on Hijikata will never be as sad as in Kazama-hen, sorry guys, you sing nice but this is much too triumphant for a bunch of dead guys. ALSO SHOGO-SAN HONEY NO NEVER MIND THIS IS THE SADDEST THING EVER HE’S STILL CRYING OH MY FUCK NO MY FEELINGS WERE NOT READY FOR THIS

Yaisa! Yaisa! Yaisa! (Reprise) – bouncy as ever, I see; nothing like the instrumentation on the actual version of Yaisa! they did. but there’s like half an hour left; I wonder what they’ll do with it? …ah, looks like the same thing as in the original. repeat-after-me. also are the idiot trio fuckin dabbing like it’s only endearing when they do it haha aLSO NO FUCK THIS YOU ARE NOT MAKING ME SHIP THIS YOU ARE NOT MAKING ME SHIP RYUNOSUKE/YAMAZAKI STOP YOUR LOVERS’ QUARREL STOP PRACTICALLY HOLDING HANDS WHILE ARGUING OH MY GOD also hi Kazama are you ok? seems like he’s doing better, maybe my heart will recover after all. also wow I completely forgot Serizawa was even in this till I saw him in the audience just now hahaha and OMIGOD EVERYONE IS SO CUTE

Aftertalk – I think I’ve spoken enough for one period of twelve hours, don’t you? Besides, my feelings are a total mess right now, and I need to make myself presentable for the day. Besides, there’s backstage shenanigans that need examining…

Endnotes: My reaction is mixed, obviously, but mostly it was awesome. There were a couple purist moments where I was like “THE ORIGINAL CAST SANG THIS BETTER”, but ya know, that’s just kinda how I am, so it’s incredibly biased and subjective. I really love the energy level in this, tbfh. Like, the first LIVE was great, but everyone in this is just having such a wonderful time and it shows, and the audience is a lot more involved too. Basically, 10/10 would definitely recommend. I rank it much higher than either Reimeiroku or Shinsengumi Kitan.

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kylewritesaboutthings · 4 years

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Riot Fest 2016 - Day 1

It is 12:30pm and it feels like a jellyfish is hugging my balls. “Does it look I’m hiding anything in my crotch?” I ask my girlfriend Rachel. My hangover tells me that I’m being more paranoid than I should be…this isn’t my first rodeo. As a Polish punk there are few things I love more than combining my passion for subverting authority with my love of saving money. Which brings us to this point: waddling through the security line at Douglas Park for the first day of Riot Fest Chicago with a half a liter of Jameson saddled between my thighs. We’ll go ahead and skip past the other illicit substances safely concealed between my size 11 boot and right foot. Like my literary icon Hunter S. Thompson, I feel it is best to experience a story when seeing it from an array of angles, even if those angles are all within your own head.

Like every time before this, my shitty acts of smuggling go off without a hitch and we are now inside the park with the (surprisingly) rarest of Riot Fest beverages: the elusive brown liquor. Unfortunately the time spent waiting for the rest of our party to shuffle through the GA entry line has caused us to miss ska heavy favorites, Big D and the Kids Table, but we take solace in the fact that like checkered vans and skanking, they will be around until the end of time. With a shrug of ‘oh well, next time’ we cut our losses and head to the nearest beer tent to get the day started off right. As we’re nursing the poor decisions of the previous evening (hence the reason why we didn’t have a full fifth of Jameson), I take the time to appreciate the fine work of the folks at All Rise Brewery who once again came to the park to vend their quality, local, higher alcohol percentage beers before we settle into a weekend of $8 Tacate tallboys. Driven by the fresh breath of alcohol into my system and an inability to read a schedule like a normal human being, we split up and I head for the Rise stage because I am not missing a god damn minute of the manmade hurricane that is the Dillinger Escape Plan. As soon as I arrive at the stage I realize two things: this is where all the #summergoths are hanging out trying not to get any color to their skin and that Dillinger Escape plan isn’t going on for another hour. Oops. I take the inaugural sip of my whiskey pouch and head back to the heard, congratulating myself on my skills of shitty espionage and the money I will save because I’ll have Jameson with me alllllll day. What is the old saying about counting chickens?

I find my friends watching Diarrhea Planet kicking off the Rock Stage, a large pop up stage that only a band with four guitarists can make look like the midsized club in whatever the hell town you’re from. Think the Subterranean in Chicago. Think the Triple Rock in Minneapolis. Think the White Rabbit in San Antonio. But that’s the price that DP pay to layer 4 guitars over one another, and they do it well. Ripping through song after song in their short 30 minute set, singer Jordan Smith takes a very brief moment to apologize “for being so terse”. This will become a theme over the weekend, as everyone but the headlining acts receive a smaller set than usual. Such is with festivals. But unlike most festivals, the bands at Riot Fest put the pedal to the metal and wasted no time with banter and pleasantries. Except for The Hives, but more on that in the next installment.

After a little while we start to wander over to the Story Heart stage, tucked in the back corner of the grounds behind the Ferris wheel. This is where all those bands in small type that come at the end of a lineup announcement “who you haven’t heard but have totally heard of them” spend the weekend. This time it is the bad ass girls of Bad Cop/Bad Cop who, by the looks of the crowd upon arrival, have had a lot of people take the plunge to actually listen to them. It’s a great thing to see, as they are lovely people who make ripping, catchy, harmonized pop punk. Their energy is contagious and the tides turned pretty quickly from ‘recovering from last night’ to ‘in it to win it’. While they rolled through favorites like ‘Nightmare’, ‘Rodeo’, and ‘Anti Love Song’, we rolled through whiskey and beer and high fives.

Luckily the Rise stage, where Dillinger Escape Plan were set to melt faces in an ever setting changing of time signatures that would make a symphonic composer shit themselves, was a hop, skip, and a jump away. More beer, more whiskey, some air guitaring, and some 7/5 timed headbanging ensued. Have you ever wanted to give yourself whiplash? Try headbanging on time with DEP. Ben Weinman is an absolute madman and musically/theatrically they are one of the most interesting bands in metal. A little bummed that we missed the usual destruction that comes with a Dillinger set (it is RIOT fest after all), we meandered back towards the Rock stage to see GWAR do their murderous space alien thing. With a fresh set of politicians to eviscerate, we knew we’d be in for a treat. I can’t tell you what they played, but I can tell you that when you start a set with a decapitation of a president that soaks the first 30 feet of the audience in fake blood…you’ll be in for a good time. Hillary and Trump boxed, with the former ripping the intestines out of the later.

We now reached the point in any good afternoon of day drinking where you realize that if you don’t eat, you will be in serious trouble. Luckily some holy deity created tacos and soon I had crammed three of them into my facehole while I caught at least one side eyed look of horror from the carne asada vacuum that I had become. Whatever. If you wanted to see someone eat gracefully, you should have come to a festival of thousands of drunk punk kids. Take that, whoever you were. It was not the time for napkins, it was the time for drunken nostalgia. Set Your Goals, the only acceptable twin vocalist band, was back and they were playing just a beer stand away from where we were currently located. It was about this time that my ‘stockpile’ of whiskey had completely run out and we were running on full cylinders…each cylinder being a 16oz can of Mexican PBR.

Luckily I had been tipped off ahead of time that they would not be doing the ‘Mutiny’ album in full, so I was able to enjoy their career spanning setlist for what it was. They did hit a number of jams from that album, making me even more excited for their fall run in which they would go cover to cover on what is one of my favorite pop punk albums of all time. A great band for group vocals (see: two vocalists), the whole front of the crowd was a giant sing-a-long of big ole dorks like myself who were excited for the Bay Area favorites to be back in action.

The next few hours were pretty hazy, but this is what I remember of them: • Never get a gyro at a festival, it does not come off a spit and no matter how drunk you are you will be disappointed. • Jimmy Eat World still puts on a great live show and everyone ever still remembers all the words to ‘Sweetness’. • Refused is fucking dead and they should have stayed dead. • I still don’t get Ween. • The Flaming Lips play the same god damn setlist every time they play Riot Fest. Or at least that’s what it sounds like. Just play that song about the robot, already.

After giving up on seeing music for the day, I decided that the press tent was the place to be and snuck Rachel in with me, brushing past the security guard vigilantly checking wristbands with a mutter of ‘it’s cool, I’m with For the Love of Punk and she’s helping me interview Andrew WK’ or something of the nature. HST would be proud. After a short potty break, I then learned the three greatest words I would hear all weekend. Press. Happy. Hour. Less than 10 minutes into entering the press area we were posted up at a table with 5 beers each, or roughly $80 of #preferedsponsor tallboys. Somewhere, HST and my extremely Polish grandma were smiling down on us…proud in their own way.

Taking those to go, we found the rest of our group and spent some time chatting with our good friends Max and Emily, who help make Riot Fest happen. I will take this time to apologize to Max if I drunkenly said something shitty about the lack of portapotties instead of congratulating them on their excellent layout, somehow reuniting the Misfits, and graciously helping our winter fundraiser for the Bernie Sanders campaign by providing two 3 day passes to raffle off. Sorry Max! More to come on the very large number of things Riot Fest did right this year.

By the time we finished chatting them up, we missed our mark of leaving before the bands finished up, hearing Fat Mike yell something inaudible to a crowd already starting to head for the gates behind us. Like a boozy salmon in a stream of cheap beers, we flowed out of the park and into the evening…everyone fairly confused but optimistic that we were all going to get rides to wherever we were going. Luckily the fine folks at Five Star Bar had that taken care of, as we hopped about the shuttle service they ran all weekend from the grounds to their Pop Punk DJ night hosted by super-secret special guest DJs, who were not so secret after Set Your Goals announced mid-set that they would be there spinning tunes later that evening.

As always, an absolute blast was had at Five Star Bar as everyone mingled, met out of towners, and subsequently talked them into shots of everyone’s favorite dumpster liquor…Malort. The gentlemen of Set Your Goals were very nice to oblige my request of ‘Detroit’ by Fireworks, to which I sang embarrassingly loud level. They also had the rap airhorn cued up next to Spotify and every so often (or all the fucking time) we caught a blast of BWOW BWOW BWOW that truly was the cherry on top of the evening. A 3am drunk uber later, we were in bed eating Kumas mac and cheese. And if that isn’t a great way to end an evening, I don’t know what is.

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