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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Fair Warning - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: cursing, crack, fluff, Yui Kodai slander (I’m sorry), STREET FIGHTING (but inside a classroom), we love supportive boyfriend Bakugou, and we love bestie Mina <3

Request: I need a female Y/N to beat a bitch’s ass and have Katsuki in that background like “that’s my baby☺️”

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Bitch!” Mina comes in yelling with excitement. You were currently cuddling with your boyfriend as you sat on his lap at his desk seat when you took notice of your best friend calling for you.

Katsuki had his arms wrapped around your waist as you had your own wrapped around his neck. Both your eyes were closed as your head was tucked into Katsuki’s neck and his head was leaning atop of yours. Did y’all care that y’all were in the classroom? No. Bakugou was so clearly irritated by the pink girl. I mean, she was interrupting cuddle times.

“Listen Pinky, I had a bad morning and we’re in the middle of something here so if someone isn’t fucking dying then you better scram.” Bakugou calmly warned your friend as his eyes remained shut and his hold on you tightened. You giggled at your boyfriend’s empty threat and pecked his cheek before looking towards your bestie.

“What’s up?” You asked with your sweet voice. Bakugou groaned as he realized now some dumb shit has to happen.

“What’s up? What’s up?! Girl! Yui Kodai-“

“Ew.” You and your boyfriend both said at the mentioned of the girl’s name from class 1-b. For some reason, she just rubbed the both of you the wrong way. And it wasn’t even that Katsuki was just following your lead because you were his girl, he just genuinely didn’t like her either.

“Right!” Mina agreed. “But anyway, I was walking by 1-B’s classroom and I overheard her talking her shit, and here’s the best part, about you and Bakugou.”

At her words, you and Katsuki both tensed up at that. What the hell did this bitch have to say about your very happy and nearly perfect relationship?

“The fuck did she say?” You asked with a still very calm voice. You were very intrigued with where this conversation was going. It was a very known fact that your boyfriend was very attractive and yes he pulled bitches left and right. So yes, you were well aware of Yui’s little crush on him, but that usually didn’t bother you because Katsuki made it very clear that if it wasn’t you, he didn’t want or need it.

“She’s all talking about how if you weren’t around, she could easily pull Bakugou and how you’re an ‘ugly bitch’-“

As she continued to tell you all the shit that was said, you felt Katsuki’s hold on you tightened even more. You look to your boyfriend while you listened to Mina and noticed his angry expression. To soothe his nerves, you gently grabbed his face with your tiny hand and gave him a sweet peck on the lips before giving your attention back to Mina.

“-and then she finished it by saying she’d whoop your ass any time of the day.” Mina finished.

“Oh really?” You chuckled out. You lightly tapped on Katsuki’s arm to signal him to let you go and he reluctantly did so.

You were far too calm to be at ease with this whole thing. You were like the calm before a storm or a jaguar getting ready to pounce. You walked out the classroom and Katsuki chuckled as he had an idea of what was about to go down. He followed you out the room and Mina was left with excitement. She went to follow the both of you but not before telling the whole class about the shit that was about to surely spiral.

“Y’all wanna go see Y/N beat a bitch?” She called out and the lot of class 1-A, especially the Bakusquad, excitedly followed. The class watched as you slid opened the door to 1-B with a very calm demeanor.

You looked inside until you spotted your target. Yui Kodai. You motioned for the class to watch from the doorway, with the Bakusquad having front row seats to the upcoming show. 1-B quickly took notice of 1-A’s presence and silence rang through the room. You walked to Yui, finally grabbing her attention as she looked at you in shock and fear. She stood up from her seat as she backed up a few steps, which did nothing as you just went in closer.

“You know we ‘bout to fight, right?” You bluntly said.

“What?” Was all she could get out before you jumped her ass. At least you gave her a fair warning. You brought her to the ground as you banged your fist into her face while your other hand tugged at her hair. All the students grew rowdy and watched from beyond. You finally picked Yui up by her hair and used your training to kick her across the room and to the front. She got up in a hurry to defend herself but you continued to beat her ass.

The students all looked to Bakugou to gaze his reaction on how wild his girlfriend was getting, but they were only met with a grin of a proud partner.

“That’s my Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said with a hand over his heart while he had a goofy smile on his face as he watched you drag her ass around the front of the room.

“Teddy Bear?!” Denki questioned. “Y/N’s a freaking she-beast!”

“Yeaahhhhhhhh....” Katsuki said as he continued to look at you in bliss. Eventually, Yui began to bleed and that’s when Bakugou sucked in a breath. As much as he wanted to watch the fight continue, he came to the conclusion that he would have to stop you before you got expelled or something. He didn’t care if Yui got hurt, he just didn’t want you in trouble.

“Uhh, Y/N! Don’t you think you should tone it down a bit before Aizawa or Vlad comes?” Kirishima asked. You took a pause from the fight but still held a firm grip on Yui’s hair as you looked towards the red head.

“What’s he gonna do? Erase my quirk?” You said with a sarcastic voice.

“Yes, actually, I will and am.” Aizawa said from behind the 1-A crowd. The students moved out of the way as Aizawa walked to you with his hair up in the air and his eyes glowing red. You continued to look at your teacher with an unbothered and unfazed face as your hold on Yui’s hair never faltered. You and your teacher had a 10 second stare off before you turned to Yui....and continued to whoop her ass. That’s when Bakugou and Awase decided to pull you two apart.

“Okay baby, that’s enough,” your boyfriend said as he pulled you back. You pouted at your boyfriend with an angry scrunch on your nose that he found adorable but knew it was a sign that you were pissed at him for stopping you. “Don’t give me that look.”

You huffed and looked back at Yui to take a look at the damage you caused. Her hair was mangled and some of it was ripped out and scattered the floor as her nose was bleeding and she had scratches and bruises covering her face and body. Tears filled her eyes and her clothes were dirtied while you looked as pretty and fresh as a daisy. Not a scratch on you. You smirked at the sight and settled in Bakugou’s hold. He took notice of your calm cooperation and let you go. You turned and smiled at him with a proud look. Unfortunately, the spotlight was on Bakugou and so he had to choose his words very carefully.

“Y/N, you know I love you but all that was uncalled for. You should’ve handled the situation differently, dumbass.” He blankly said. Your proud look fell and was replaced with a look of sadness as your boyfriend reprimanded you. You looked down to your shoes in embarrassment as Aizawa sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Alright look, my class go back to the room. I’ll stay here and wait for Vlad to come in so I can explain the situation. Awase, take Kodai to recovery girl and Y/N, I would scold you but I’m pretty sure getting told off by your boyfriend was enough. That’s all. Dismissed.” Aizawa said as he waited in 1-B’s room.

The students of 1-A all walked back to their own classroom, everyone all hyped up over the exciting fight. You kept your head down as you walked but felt a grip on your arm as you were dragged to another hallway away from everyone. You looked up to see your boyfriend looking down at you with a serious face. You pouted at him in embarrassment until his face grew a smile that showed how proud he was. Your mood instantly improved and you smiled like a happy puppy as he pulled you in for a hug and kissed your forehead.

“Nice work Teddy Bear.” He said, holding you tight.

“You’re not mad at me?” You said, smiling up at him as you were pressed into his chest. He just shook his head and smiled some more.

“‘Course not. You kicked her ass, and she completely deserved it.” he laughed out. You laughed with him before you both shared a cute kiss and walked hand in hand back to the others.

Yes. We very much love a supportive Bakugou boyfriend.

A/N: horrible ending, Ik but yeah :)

Taglist: @sxcker4you @aomi04

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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dear-evanrosier · 3 years

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You’re Safe

The masterlist here

Acts of violence based on orentation and race, though no description of blood or injuries

This was not planned to be part of this series, but it happened, so here.

September 18, 1998

A soft knock sounded on the front door, disrupting the peace. James grumbled, setting down his book, The Great Gatsby, and turning off the radio before opening the door. Regulus was there, leaning against the door frame, arm across his stomach, smiling at James in a pained way. He was pale and smelled somewhat metallic, but only faintly. A deep crimson stained his navy shirt darker color, and James had a strong inkling of what he was covering.

“Regulus? What the fuck happened to you?!”

He all but fell into James’ arms, whimpering a little at the contact, but otherwise gave no indication to what had happened. “‘M fine, babe. Just flesh wound, I’ll be fine.”

“You got stabbed?!”

Regulus shook his head and chuckled a little, then let out a pained sound as James tried to carry him to their couch, brushing the book aside as he set Regulus down as gently as possible, still tearing a groan from him.

“Regulus, what the fuck happened? You went out for a walk. How did you get stabbed?!”

“Well see, I didn’t get stabbed, it’s just a-”

“Regulus, I swear to god, if you say you didn’t get stabbed one more time… well I’d never hurt you but still.”

Regulus groaned and shook his head. “I ran into someone from school. That’s all. Now can we go to a hospital or something?”

“Shit, yeah, let me grab the phone.” James hurried to their room, grabbing the phone and dialing 112 as he ran back down the stairs to help Regulus.

“Hallo? Ja, ik heb een ambulance nodig. Mijn verloofde is neergestoken-”//Hey? Yes, I need an ambulance. My fiancé got stabbed-

“I wasn’t stabbed!” Regulus cut him off, then winced when he pressed his stomach the wrong way. “I was just cut. Not stabbed.”

“Goed, hij is gesneden. Ik weet niet hoe erg hij het me niet heeft laten zien.”//Okay, it's a cut. I don't know how badly, he won’t show me.

He switched to English, looking at Reg. “Love, I know I hate blood but show me? Please?” Regulus nodded and lifted up his shirt, and James almost threw up on the sight. But he pressed it down, turning away to finish speaking.

“Het is slecht. Hij bloedt vaak. Ons adres is Adrianes Bryce Street 38.”//It's bad. He's bleeding a lot. Our address is 38 Adrianes Bryce Street.

James doesn’t remember much after that. He remembers the operator giving him directions to staunch the blood flow, and to remain calm, and the medics arriving and going to the hospital, but it went by in a blur of blood, worry, sirens, waiting rooms, and bright lights. The next memory of that night that isn’t fuzzy is hours later, after Regulus is stitched up and falls asleep much to his own protest because James insisted he sleeps.

He didn’t plan on falling asleep himself, his head laying on Regulus’s chest, palms interlaced between them, while the rest of his body in the uncomfortable plastic hospital chair set up next to the hospital bed. That’s how he woke up to voices talking outside the cracked door, though his sleep and worry-addled brain didn’t recognize the owners for a few moments.

“Did he fall asleep?”

“Well, considering that he’s snoring on your brother, I’m going to say yes. What happened to Regulus anyways?”

“I don’t know really. James called but I couldn’t really hear him over the sirens. It sounded like he said Regulus was stabbed, and then Reg said he wasn’t stabbed. James just told me to get to the hospital and to call Pete.”

“Fuck, Sirius. He got stabbed?”

“I guess so? I don’t know. Do we go in there and wake them up?”

“I think the only reason that Reg is sleeping is that James forced him to. And you know James, he would only fall asleep if he was really worried. You know he’s odd like that. Either pass out from worry or paces until someone ties him down. And don’t make a sex joke, please.”

“About my best friend and baby brother? No, I will not make a sex joke about them.”

“Sirius, Regulus is 19. He’s not a baby anymore. He’s getting married soon.”

“Nope, nope, nope. Don’t say that. I can’t handle it.”

“Love, you can’t just pretend it’s not happening-”

“Sirius? Remus? What the hell is going on? I got a call from James saying Regulus was stabbed?”

“I think so, Pete. I don’t know for sure because, by the time we got here, both of them were out. If you look in there, they’re both asleep.”

“Ok, so they still think we’re asleep.”

James jumped a little at Regulus’ voice and manuvered himself to sit in the too-small chair. “How did you know I was awake?” He asked quietly, and Regulus smiled and shrugged, bringing one hand to card his fingers through James’ thick curls. “You breathing gets lighter when you’re awake.Besides. We’ve been together for what, five years now? Did you really think I wouldn’t know when you wake up? ”

“Are we sure you’re nineteen?” James asked abruptly, startling a small chuckle from Reg. “What?”

“I mean, you act so much older, and god I really wanna marry you. I know I told you that we should wait until you’re older, even if we got engaged, but-”

“Ah! The love birds are awake!” Peter interrupted, coming into the room and sitting on the foot of Regulus’ bed. Sirius and Remus followed, though Sirius closed his eyes and covered his ears with his hands as he walked into the room, speaking rapid fire Dutch.

“La la la la, dat hoor ik niet, nee, nee, nee. Stop met praten Peter, praat daar niet over.” // La la la la, I won't hear that, nope, nope, nope. Stop talking Peter, don't talk about that.

Remus rolled his eyes, reaching for Sirius’ wrists and pulling them down, kissing his knuckles until Sirius opened his eyes to glare at him. Remus pulled him over to the spare chair to sit near the bed. James got out of his chair, sitting next to Regulus and swinging his feet over the bed so he could bring an arm around Reg’s shoulder, meaning his head to rest on top of Regulus’. He laced their fingers together again, resting on his lap. Sirius pointedly looked away, instead sitting in Remus’ lap and asking a question.

“So, oh dearest brother of mine, how, exactly, did you get stabbed?”

James groaned and used his free hand to cover Regulus’ mouth before he could speak. “Apparently, he didn’t get stabbed,” then continued in a mocking tone despite the muffled noise Regulus made. “‘It’s just a flesh wound, babe, I’ll be fine!’ You got stitches, I don’t care how fucking shallow it is, you got hurt, Regulus, and I-”

He stopped and pulled his hand from Regulus’ mouth, shaking it off. “Did you just lick me?”

Regulus nodded and smirked when James made a disgusted noise. “What, so licking your hand is weird, but you’re perfectly fine with me licking your-”

“Okayyyyy, that’s enough of that!” Sirius put a hand over his mouth, then seemed to remember where it had been and took it off quickly. “Now, what the hell happened?”

Regulus sighed and melted into James’ embrace when he ran his hand through Regulus’ short hair, scratching his scalp lightly. “Not much to say. Snape’s racist and homophobic. Marrying a desi person is enough, but a desi man? He saw the ring and then grabbed my wallet, saw the pictures of us and… I don’t know attacked me? I don’t really remember alot of it, except getting to the house. I- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apolgize, sweetheart,” James mumbled against his hair, and Regulus nodded. “It’s okay. You’re safe, and I’m never letting you go.”

#jegulus fanfiction #jegulus #starchaser #fanfiction #jegulus fluff #theres some angst #but still fluff #thank you for reading

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grassykitchenfloor · 3 years

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Haikyu Boys with S/O Headcannons

Kenma

- When I tell you this boy adores you I MEAN IT

- He likes to have you both bundled up in a blanket next to eachother when he’s playing on his game

- He keeps a picture of you in his phone case (Lev makes fun of him for it before getting a kick from Yaku:))

- When you show up to his volleyball games he can become distracted at first when setting but then focuses back into his game because he wants to be good for you

- You made him a bracelet once and now he wears it all. the. time.

- He likes holding hands but not when other people are around but also wants to make sure you’re okay with it first

Bokuto

- We all already know how endearing he would be with his S/O so let’s go

- If you are at his practice matches he will HAVE you be near to the bench (if safe) so that you can see up close how cool he is (he did a cool spike once and when you cheered he ran off the court to hug you for like 30 seconds before the coach got mad and made him go back out)

- WHen he was tired one night he let you dye his hair and he liked the way you did it so much so he has you do it for him now

- When he gets sad he gets needy, so he likes when you bring him his fav drink and remind him why you love him so much and once he’s powered back up he cuddles you to death( if okay w/ you)

- When you’re sad he found out you like it when he hums a song so he’ll bring you into a soft bear hug and hum a nice song which makes you fall asleep in his arms( whispers “ I love you, blossom/bumblebee/ som’ cute idk.” than falls asleep with you in his arms)

- You both have made it official that every Friday night is blanket fort night and you hide in there and watch movies, eat snacks, gossip, open up if comfortable, k*ss, laugh, just have a good time together and bond

- He introduces you to Hinata and yes that means you are both looking after him now together, he is your son and you both support him(go parents! *high five*)

Sugawara

OMG my soft little- LIES he is a demon but I love him and his khaos:)

- You both talk SO MUCH SHIT it’s insane it usually goes like this when you enter practice( ur manger for this) “SUGA OMFG GUESS WHAT!” “Omg, what?” “You know how Asahi and Yama always go leave to the left of the building on Tuesdays even though they go right the other days?” “YEAH, WHAT DO U KNOW!??” “It’s cause each Tuesday I found out from Tsuki that they both go to the salon and spa to freshen up:0″ “OMG-wait that’s kinda cute tho:)” “IK it’s so cute but idk if they want others to know-” Daichi yells.”PRACTICE IS STARTING YOU TWO, HURRY UP>:(”

- Though you guys can be wine aunts together you’re also soft at times when no ones watching cause they can’t know

- You both bake lots of sweets together for yourselves and the team to have(they enjoy that part of your relationship)

- Once you both bumped into Oikawa and Iwazumi and you had to hold back the laughter after Suga whispered in your ear that when he falls on his ass the sound made is the same as the minecraft door shut effect

- You both go on late night walks in the park at 4 in the morning and feed the ducks that might be there and just have fu on the playground

- He likes it when you do his hair in funky ways and will keep it in even when the team is about to start a match

Koganegawa(OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE NEEDS MORE LOVE)

- Literally one of the best huggers in the show fight me on it

- When he sees you anywhere he will run full speed to you and jump into your arms and spin you around for a good bit

- He tries to scare you but fails 99% of the time because he’s always giggling from behind(if he does scare you he feels bad and quickly gets you a snack so that you feel better:))

- When you first meet the team they already know a lot about you since he talks about you a lot with them already and tells them how amazing and awesome you are to him(they aprove of you before they meet you)

- When you watch him play he is at an all time high of serotonin and gets really hyper so you also have to try and calm him down so that he can focus better and he does so you can be impressed on how well he plays

- When it rains you both run outside and play in it for more than 3 hours and then get sick together like lovebirds do

- His nicknames for you are food based but in a cute way like, muffin, strawberry, pumpkin, sugar, flour, bake at 350 degrees, cute things like that:)

Suna

-You both met when you needed help around the school and he offered to help, everyone including himself was suprised. the team was scared, he was confused, and you still didn’t know where to go and needed help. but that’s how love starts.

- You both send eachother dumb videos and like to “blackmail” Atsumu because you both hate him(no you don’t)

- The first time you saw him laugh out loud was when you slapped Atsumu in the back of the head for and I quote, “Doing that dumbass ass, thomas the train smirk you always do.”

- He likes to walk home with you to make sure you’re safe and just to spend more time together since volleyball takes up most of his time

- When you’re a his games to others it might seem like he’s the same but when he does a good block or move he gives a hand sign you both made that means you watch me, love:0

- He leaves you a note in you locker everyday for reminders ike eat well AND STAY HYDRATED FOR GODS SAKE

#haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu headcanons #headcannons #kenm #kenma x you #bokuto #bokuto x reader #koutarou x reader #sugawara #suga #sugawara x reader #koganegawa x reader #hq koganegawa #suna x reader #suna rintaro x you #haikyu fanfiction #hq #headcanon

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pizzaplex-security-logs · 2 years

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Into The Breach [Isa Log I]

[These are Logs/Fics posted from our characters in our AU of FNAF Security Breach, our AU is called Into the Breach! They are mostly being posted for fun but we have some crazy stuff to share! And all of us will have different animatronics to take care of! ]

It is a grey afternoon, but its not too bad since you and your friend, Tyo are together. Yawning, your eyes stare off into the windows reflection, remembering why you were both in this crowded bus to begin with.

Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. The phone rings in your ear waking you up from your 8 hour 'nap'.

"H-Hello?" You manage to muster out. "Isa! Ike just called me, and said that there were 2 really good positions opened up at that huge animatronic mall." Tyo said. Right to the point, you liked that about her, you just wish she hadn't woke you up. "Oh nice, sorry I just woke up so maybe we can talk-" "I know I woke you up, but Ike said that we have to come in now. I'm already almost at your door, we can take the bus together." She hung up.

Pulling your phone away, you look at it while pulling a face. You desperately wanted to go back to sleep, or at least shower. But, you have been scrounging around for a new job, and if you can work with Tyo and Ike it sounds like it can't be that bad. Right? Reluctantly, you tear yourself out of your bed and tie it in a semi greasy pony tail. You throw on some quick makeup and clothes, and as you open your door, your straight faced friend was standing there. "Oh my fucking god, you scared the shit outta me, Tyo." She laughs, "You knew I was coming, anyway lets hurry up, the bus is like 2 minutes away."

Somehow, you both managed to make it to the bus, and that's how we ended up standing in front of this abstractly large building. You have both passed it before, and of course you have heard all the rumors about it, not to mention Ike was working here. Its what kind of made this place more alluring for the both of you.

"This place is fucking huge, Ike must have amazing hiding places to slack off." You crack. She nudges you and scoffs at your stupid remark "Listen, Ike said the pay here was above average and the work is really easy. I think we both need this."

Admiring the amazing lights that manage to somehow still attract so much attention even during the day, you both walk inside.

There were robots absolutely everywhere. There were cameras everywhere. There were people everywhere! You're not so sure about Ike slacking off anymore. "Uhhh, this looks like a lot of customer service I don't know I'm ready---"

You hear 2 loud slaps, and a burning sensation on your back. "Hey guys!" It can only be one person. "I see you two made it. Perfect timing. I recommended the both of you to my boss. We gotta head over there now, so lets go ladies." Ike pushes you both forward, walking all together. "I had to call and wake Isa up for this, you know?" "Yeah, yeah, I know. She is always sleeping, but this is gonna be really great. We can all work together now, and I'm almost sure you will both fill the positions perfectly. Probably." Ike shrugs. "You don't even need your resumes, we are pretty short on workers so they are desperate for any new hires." You raise your eyebrow. "Then why did I have to wake up for this, I could've just come tomorrow, or later. Or when I woke up!" "Oh, that's because you're both starting now." "..." "..." Before either you or Tyo had time to process that idea, you were already in an office room standing in front of a tired looking woman. "These are the new hires, free and ready to take the roll." The woman looks you both up and down, "Okay. I have uniforms ready for the both of you already. I don't have the free time to explain all the rules, and debrief you both on your positions today. Ike can explain everything you need to know for tonight, and I'll cover the rest tomorrow." She quickly shoves two bags in your hands, "Change into these in the bathroom over there, and just listen to-" There was a loud beeping sound coming from the other room. The woman's head perks up and she scurries off before she finished what she was saying.

Tyo and you look at each other, then slowly back towards Ike. "Ike! You didn't tell us we were starting today!" Tyo scolds. "Hey, I'm sorry! We were in a tight bind, just go change and I'll show you guys around."

Well, there was no point in arguing. You were both already here with the uniforms in hand. There were small bathroom stalls available in the office, and you changed quickly. You had a pencil skirt, uniform hat and a white short sleeved t-shirt. You saw yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a bit messy and not to mention a bit greasy but maybe that would just help you fit in more. All the employees you saw when walking here looked exhausted. That was probably your first red flag.

Walking out, you saw Tyo talking with Ike. She had the same uniform as you, except she had pants. "Hey, why the hell does Tyo have pants." You pouted. "Wellll, we run short on the women's uniforms sometimes, so she was lucky enough to get the men's uniform." "Your uniform is cute, Isa. I prefer pants anyway, plus don't act like you don't like your skirt." Ah, there she goes again. Calling you out on your fake pout.

Mike glances at his bear shaped watch, you know that character. He's the head staple of this restaurant. Freddy. Freddy Fazbear. He brings it to his mouth and says something, but you couldn't hear.

"Alright boys, lets get going. Basically you will both be in separate rooms today. All you guys need to do this shift is make sure that the parents and kids seem happy. Got it?" "Huh? And what do we do if they aren't?" Tyo asks as we're walking in this maze of a mall. "Don't worry about it really. Just ask the animatronics, they know what their doing." Ike sure seems relaxed as the floor starts rumbling from underneath you. "Yes, he is right!" A booming voice behind you. Your neck almost snaps from how fast you turn around. "Hello Superstars! I'm Freddy. Nice to meet you." He says, his big ears wiggle, as he closes his eyes and he smiles towards us.

Ike pats the animatronic bear on his arm, "Hey big guy, these are the new employees taking over." "How wonderful! I am quite sure you two will love my friends in no time. Do not be afraid to ask them anything, it is in our programming to help out our friends!" Tyo didn't say anything, but your head was racing with questions. Freddy was huge! He towered over you all. Your questions were all stuck in the back of your throat. The lights were bright, there were so many people talking, so many kids screaming and laughing. "I'm Isa, nice to meet you Mr... uh. Freddy." You manage to spit out. He seemed so alive, you weren't even sure how to talk to the animatronic. "I'm Tyo."

#LogsDaycare #daycare assistant #sundrop #fnaf #fnafsb #sun x reader #art #sun x y/n #Isa #OC #five nights at freddys #freddy fazbear #AU #Into The Breach #isalog #logs

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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bestie do you really think it's funny to make me cry?

OK WHERE DO I START AUJHUJHDSDUJHFV

deep bre-INCOHERENT SCREAMING

That's it. that's all I have to say.

THEY PASSED THE CHILD PROTECTION BILL I'M GONNA BE CRYING IN A CORNER IF ANYONE NEEDS ME

All those shadowhunters who ran back to Idris I hope you starve to death there. have fun!

Anjali is so awesome OH MY GOD I LOVE HER ALREADY

Rafael is THAT kid I see...it suits him so well.

It had been two very long years stuck in this small office room. But every time Alec saw the way David giggled when Lexi called her father Jalapeno poppers or some other equally ridiculous name, Alec knew it was worth all the trouble.

THIS OMG I'M NOT OK

Alec wondered if that’s why so many leaders before him had been awful. It was easy to be a bad leader. But it took effort to be a good one.

This is so true...I'm so proud of him...

Dani...bestie THAT IMMORTALITY CRISIS WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME. I know it's gonna happen but I was having a very good day. why do you hurt me in such ways... (I'm pretty sure my family thinks I'm mentally unstable after the way I screamed reading)

“Anjali,” Diego sighed. “What have I told you about doors?”

“Knock them down?”

“I said knock on them!” Diego corrected, shaking his head. “Not knock them down!”

I'm in love.

HUHYUHKSDYKFVYUFVYU ALEC'S CONSUL VOICE I'M SCREAMING

SIMON BESTEST!! HIM SORTING THE STUDENTS INTO THESE GROUPS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! AND ANJALI BESTIE GOOD LUCK AT BEATING THE SEELIES!! (good luck with stealing the weapons)

well, Rafael do you perhaps have a little crush? (Grammarly ik I'm writing in lowercase stfu)

ok ok I know this is pretty sad but every time someone gives Magnus or Alec the "you haven't talked to him yet?" look I start laughing-

ALEC'S SO CLUELESS ABOUT MAX AND DAVID I CANT-

“So, you are just going to leave me here and go to York then?” Max demanded now; all puppy dog eyes. “Like my mom left me at the academy?”

Yeah. He took the news a little too well.

MAX PLAYING THE ADOPTED CARD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Is it because you don’t like me?” Max pouted again. “Like my mom…Who left me all alone.”

“You can’t play the adopted card with me, you lil shit,” Rafael laughed. “I’m adopted too.”

I'M SO IN LOVE LEAVE ME ALONE

AWW MAX SEEING THE INSTITUTE AND IMMEDIATELY GOING "David would love this" ISTG THIS KID I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Weren’t you listening to a podcast on Mayan Civilization during breakfast?” Alec raised an eyebrow.

“Bapak said it’s historically accurate!” Rafe argued.

“Bapak is not that old!” Alec countered.

“Maybe he is,” Max said, analyzing the paintings on the walls. “Maybe you don’t know it.”

“Excuse me, I know how old my husband is,” Alec said indignantly.

“Then where are the receipts dad?” Max asked. “Show us the receipts!”

Where are the receipts, Alec? EXACTLY!

THANK GOD SOMEONE ELSE HAS CAUGHT ON TO MAX'S VERY OBVIOUS CRUSH

“I think he likes David,” Rafe whispered.

“Of course he does,” Alec whispered back. Why were they whispering? “David is a sweet boy.”

“No. I think he ‘likes him’ likes him,” Rafael giggled.

Alec looked at his son sharply. “But-He is..Da..They are children!”

“You’ve never heard a childhood crush?” Rafe grinned.

“No, I was too busy…studying,” Alec sniffed.

“That’s not what I heard,” Rafael bit his lip. “I heard you had a thing for boys in motorcycle jackets.”

“Okay that’s it! You are not allowed to hang out at Hotel Dumort anymore,” Alec said.

Really Alec? Studying? REALLY???

MAX AND RAFE RACING TO THE TRAINING ROOM!!!

the reference to the infernal devices...I'M GONNA KILL THE ALREADY DEAD STARKWEATHERS! I'M ABOUT TO DO SOME NECROMANCY SHIT TO BRING THOSE FUCKERS BACK JUST TO KILL THEM SLOWLY

Hugs max it's gonna be ok buddy.

In that moment, Alec remembered all the talks.

He remembered how his mother had lectured Izzy about not going out alone late at night, but she hadn’t said anything to Jace or Alec.

He remembered the way Jem spoken quietly to Mina in soft Mandarin about how people might call her names, but he hadn’t said anything to Kit.

He remembered the way Julian had told Ty to be careful about kissing his boyfriend in public, but he hadn’t said anything to Dru.

I hate this so damn much. I hate it. It sucks how there will always be people who will be targeted for being born the way they are. Whether it be skin color, sexuality, body type, or anything, people will always fucking talk and make the world unsafe for certain people just because they aren't generic male cishets. If you're a girl you're in danger. If you're a POC you're in danger, If you're neurodivergent you're in danger. If you're a member of the LGBTQ community you're in danger. If you're disabled you're in danger. If you're part of any minority you're in danger. If you dare to be different you're in danger. Fuck people. I'm a queer POC female and it's scary. I don't want to be always checking my surroundings when I'm out. I shouldn't have to feel this scared walking out of my own house but I do and it sucks. Ok, I feel like I'm derailing from the main point here.

Sorry for that just got really heated for a second there.

NO NOT THE NIGHTMARE. BABY NO

DAVID MY CHILD!! OMG, HE'S GONNA TAKE UP ARCHERY SOMEONE HOLD ME WHILE I CRY!

“This is who you are,” David said, his voice oddly soft now. Softer than usual. “And you’re beautiful.”

Alec blinked at that.

“Blue,” David said quickly. “I meant you’re blue. Uh, yes.”

BESTIE I SAW WHAT YOU SAID THERE. WE ALL DID

Also, alec sitting outside max's room...IM GONNA-

“David is in there,” Alec whispered. “I just wanted to…check…if everything was okay.”

“Alexander, are you spying on our child?” Magnus demanded. “Without me???”

“What? No! I-”

“Move over!” Magnus sank down next to him. “What are they saying? Are they kissing?”

“WHAT? They are not kissing!” Alec said in alarm. “Wait. Are they???”

He couldn’t hear anything now. Alec panicked.

“I haven’t talk to the kids about kissing yet,” Magnus pointed out. “We can’t talk to Max without talking to Rafael first.”

“Wait. Is Rafael kissing people???”

“Rafael is not kissing people,” Rafael replied as he walked past them to the kitchen. “Also, you guys are shit at whispering.”

Alec rolled his eyes at him and turned to Magnus. “It’s stressful enough that we need to talk about racism in the shadow world. Now we need to talk about kissing??”

“And other stuff,” Magnus chuckled.

Alec groaned into Magnus’ shoulder. “By the angel. Fine. We’ll just tell them there is no kissing. Until they are 30.”

“Hypocrite,” Rafael coughed into his hand as he walked back to the table with a bag of chips.

THIS WHOLE SCENE OH MY GOD.

And srsly alec? 30? really? whips out the extract "kissed" from cassie's website According to my files here-

“And David?”

“Yes, sir?”

“The bedroom door stays open from now on.”

David blinked, his cheeks pink. “I…What?”

“Door stays open,” Alec said, lowering his voice, just a register. “Is that understood?”

AYY ALEC DAD MODE YUCDUHDFHFUHJIUHC THIS IS SO AMAZING IM GONNA SCREAM

Alec advising David with the bow is so close to my heart...IDK WHY IT JUST IS

That conversation...PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK I HOPE HUMANS GO EXTINCT BECAUSE I SURE AM READY TO DIE SO LET'S TAKE THE EARTH DOWN-

“Why don’t shadowhunters have acne?”

"What?" Alec blinked.

“Their skin is like so freaking perfect and smooth and they can just freaking go through puberty without a one freaking pimple and don’t even get me started on the freaking dimples and then-”

Magnus started laughing. Alec felt a little confused.

EXACTLY MY THOUGHTS !!!!! THAT DAMN ANGEL BLOOD

That part about how we normalize these little things which are actually hurtful...I didn't realize that. I guess we really do, huh? This just made me want to be more careful with others and if I feel others do this with me, to stop them and correct them.

I loved this chapter so much. You're such a great writer.

I wanted to share something of my own now!! I FINALLY GOT MY COPY FOR RWARB!!!! I told my parents it was a thriller about how the first son and the prince forge a friendship and discover secrets about the government and the monarchy-

The place I bought it from sent me a very cute bookmark. It's a pride bookmark and it's just my first ever pride merch and I'm close to tears. Let's just say my family isn't the most accepting so this bookmark's really precious to me

Sorry, the quality isn't the best. I was in a hurry. It's almost 4 am now I'm gonna try and sleep (I'm gonna reorganize my bookshelf). See you on Tuesday!!

Thank you so much. I love reading your comments. They are so honest and full of life. You are going to LOVE rwrb. It's such a good book and it's so romantic and raw and perfect. Lmao about your parents. What they don't know can't hurt them ;) And I loooooooooove your bookmark. Be gay. Do crime.

PS -

"It sucks how there will always be people who will be targeted for being born the way they are. Whether it be skin color, sexuality, body type, or anything, people will always fucking talk and make the world unsafe for certain people just because they aren't generic male cishets. If you're a girl you're in danger. If you're a POC you're in danger, If you're neurodivergent you're in danger. If you're a member of the LGBTQ community you're in danger. If you're disabled you're in danger. If you're part of any minority you're in danger. If you dare to be different you're in danger. Fuck people. I'm a queer POC female and it's scary. I don't want to be always checking my surroundings when I'm out. I shouldn't have to feel this scared walking out of my own house but I do and it sucks. Ok, I feel like I'm derailing from the main point here."

THIS IS THE MAIN POINT. YOU GOT IT. SO CONGRATS <3

#THANK YOU ;)#lbaf

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carryingthebanner · 2 years

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i’m so sorry i keep dumping my silly little questions on you

who in the newsies are the chips go on their sandwich and who are the ones who judge the ones who stick chips in their sandwiches

I love getting these so thank you!

Romeo would judge the ones who do, but will secretly eat them when he’s alone.

Specs used to eat it when he was younger, but doesn’t really like it now. He doesn’t necessarily judge the ones who eat it, but he thinks that his taste buds have ✨ reformed ✨ so he’s slightly pretentious about it (in a somewhat good-natured way).

Jack definitely puts chips in his sandwiches.

Les saw Jack do it, so now he does it as well. He claims it tastes better that way.

Davey thinks it’s just their “childish” taste buds, and tries it once. He hates it.

Katherine tries to convince Davey that it all goes down the same way, and she tries it to make a point by eating it. She doesn’t particularly like it but keeps eating it because again, she’s trying to make a point.

Albert definitely eats his chips in his sandwich.

Race doesn’t stick chips in his sandwiches, he sticks sandwiches in his chips. He likes taking out a little bit of mayo, meat, cheese, etc. and putting it between two chips. He says it gives it a “crisp edge”… whatever that means. Spot tells him putting chips in his sandwich would give it that extra crispiness too, but Race begs to differ. Romeo and Finch’s noses always wrinkle in disgust when they see it, which is one of the reasons why Race continues to eat it that way.

Mush doesn’t care. If he’s in a hurry, he’ll stuff the chips in his sandwich and eat it, but if not, he just eats it on the side. Spot does the same.

Smalls eats it however she feels like eating it that day.

Jojo absolutely eats it. In fact, he stuffs so many chips in there that they’re on the verge of falling out of the sandwich whenever he takes a bite. It’s his favorite snack.

Crutchie thought it was weird, and would sometimes joke about the ones who ate it. He eventually ate it because they were playing a guessing game, and when Crutchie closed his eyes, Jack made him try it. He was confused by the taste for a second but then immediately asked “Are these… chips?!” when Jack started trying to stifle his laughter. He was mildly horrified but admitted that it wasn’t all that bad.

Henry can’t look at chips inside a sandwich without gagging.

Buttons only eats his sandwiches with chips inside when the anti-chips-in-sandwiches newsies aren’t making sarcastic remarks and cracking jokes about the pro-chips-in-sandwiches newsies.

You know that audio that goes: “Immediately no. Immediately no. I’m telling you right now, I’ve seen what I needed to see”? Well yeah, that’s Darcy.

92sies Kid Blink always eats his sandwiches with chips in them but Livesies Kid Blink will only eat it if he has it in a meticulous order. He cuts his sandwiches a certain way, and puts the chips inside of them a certain way.

Mike eats it with chips inside as a joke. Ike finds it funny but doesn’t care to try it.

Elmer hated the idea of it at first, but now he can’t see himself eating it any other way. Like Jojo, it is his new favorite thing to eat.

Bill will stare you down and judge you so hard if he even sees one chip crumb inside of your sandwich. He and Romeo love to rant about it together.

Morris also judges people who eat their chips in their sandwiches and Oscar doesn’t care, but he’ll take any chance he can get to make fun of the newsies.

Medda tries it because Jack tells her to try it. He’s convinced it’s one of the greatest inventions known to humankind and Medda feels too bad to tell him that she hates it.

If you even gave Pulitzer a sandwich or chips, he would probably knock it off the plate or something idk. If he sees a newsie eating chips inside their sandwich, he’ll probably say something stupid about it being a “struggle meal.”

Hannah tries it and likes it, but pretends like she doesn’t when she’s in the presence of Pulitzer. She’s secretly asked the newsies to invite her to the cookout though.

#once again these are all based off of ✨ vibes ✨#also putting chips in your sandwich after a pool party is *chefs kiss*#literally one of the best things ever #tw: emetophobia #<- maybe? idk #asks <3

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twinferns · 3 years

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tfatws finale!!

ik im late i have no excuses

go watch the ep bc there will be lots of spoilers after this line

- is it bad that i don't feel bad for the government people

- no bc sharon in the disguise thing that nat used really made me think it was nat for a hot sec

- IM SCREAMED I LITERALLY SCREAMED WHEN THE SHIELD SMASHED THROUGH THE WINDOW AND SAM FLEW IN HE LOOKKS SO GOOD THE SUIT IS AMAZING IM SO HAPPY

- that's my captain america im so happy and proud

- can bartoc go away thanks

- the way bucky just picks up the phone without questioning it please

- ik karli did not just tell bucky "i fought in wwII" barnes, bucky "i fought thanos twice" barnes that he hasn't fought for something bigger than him

- bucky talking to karli about the deaths and nightmares kinda hurts

- BUCKY GOT A MOTORCYCLE but can he hurry up please

- GOD DAMN sam is so smooth with that shiled yessirrr

- did yall see how the other flag smashers didn't respond at first, the girls are fighting

- YES SAM GETTING RECOGNITION FROM THE CROWD - YES BUCKY ISNT HOLDING BACK I've been waiting for this one turn it up

- can walker stfu and go away with his five minute crafts shield

- how dare they try and manipulate me into feeling bad for walker

- train fall flashbacks!!

- I LOVE SEEING THE SHIELD WORKED INTO IN FLIGHT FIGHTING

- fully thought sam died for a second

- that lady is the real hero/hj

- ok karli i see you that kick combo thing was smooth as fuck

- bucky i know you're not planning on trying to catch the god damn bus

- i really hate when walker does something good i refuse to agree with him

- SAM DID THAT WITHOUT THE SERUM HELL YEAH LOOK AT HIM GO

- no bc im actually crying "that's the black falcon" "nah that's captain america"

- oh so now bucky is playing babysitter for walker

- omg sharon is the power broker im so shocked i never would have guessed wow

- sharon you good broski

- i love sam so much, and the way he continues to reach out to karli and try to help her, and how he refuses to fight her is just a testament to the kind of man he is, and how he's the perfect cap

- can walker shut up with the lincoln quote

- listen, karli is a cool character and i agree with her cause, but her way of doing it is all wrong, and i do think she was too far gone

- that being said i dIDNT WANT HER TO DIE JESUS - sam's speech literally made me tear up. everything he said was so poignant, and i feel like it all needed to be said in the show. he called the officials out respectfully, but also in a way that gave them no room to disagree or wiggle out of it, and with incredible honesty. his speech also applies to today, and this world. and when they panned to isaiah watching, that was it i cried

- catch me over analyzing torres' shot

- i appreciate bucky's casual line at the end, but i would have loved to see him say "let's hear it for captain america" like he did for steve in ca:tfa

- who tf is the old man in the white gloves

- zemo's just vibing in prison, reading books, getting people killed

- oh my god can walker take a hint and leave istg, but he's officially US agent now ig

- ik a lot of people are upset that we never got to see if yori forgave bucky or not, but i think the most crucial part of that visit was the fact that bucky told him, and got closure, not the forgiveness

- no im actually crying he gave the notebook to his therapist i cant do this

- this scene made me sob. how isaiah said sam was special. how sam took him to the museum to show isaiah his statue, and the way isaiah hugged sam. im so glad they did that, bc it was so needed, and isaiah deserves the recognition.

- it's canon bucky is invited to the cookout. he shows up dressed like the rich uncle, and bringing cake

- FINALLY THE SCENE WITH THE KIDS SWINGING ON BUCKY'S ARM I LOVE THAT SCENE also it shows how bucky doesn't see the arm as just a weapon and that he's growing and im so proud of him

- therapy is expensive, but you know what's cheap and easy and gets the job done? rewatching this scene obsessively

- also how bucky isn't hiding his arm? he clearly feels so comfortable and welcome in that community, and my sam and his family and it's so heartwarming

- I SCREAMED THEY CHANGED THE TITLE CARD TO CAPTAIN AMERICA AND THE WINTER SOLDIER

- they said agent carter and i could only think of peggy

- oh so sharon's gonna be like a double agent? i honestly can't wait to see how that plays out

anyways im simoultaneously so happy and said, bc the finale tied things up perfectly, but it's over.

ig we have to wait until june 11 for more content so ig i'll see y'all then

until then, im gonna obsessively watch shadow and bone :)

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commanderserwin · 4 years

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half a heart.

↦ pairing(s): levi ackerman x reader

↦ word count: 2.7k

↦ anon request:

hi, ik request is open so could i request: unrequited love + levi / eren?? u can make it a fic or like short drabble idk lmao ur choice bubs!! idk why i'm asking for angst and sadness *sobs* 🥰 btw i absolutely love ur writings!!!! luv ya xx

↦ author’s note(s): i chose levi, i hope that it’s okay! also feel like this started as unrequited love but then i lost control and was like yeah ?

ps. i hope u still enjoy and thank you very much ♡ i appreciate it !! LUV UUU

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. How could a simple crush turn into a somber love, as you lay in bed thinking of him. The little smiles, nods, greetings, was all you could harbor your feelings into. The simple late night teas, sitting in the mess hall, exhaustion creeping in your bones— but still here you are.

Whenever you see him, your heart dances.

Whenever he acknowledges you, your lips betrays into a smile.

Whenever he talks to you, your mouth stutters.

Whenever he's near, you can't help but move in closer.

There comes a day when you don't speak to him, wondering if he does think of you. While you currently lie awake in the deep night, thinking and fantasizing what it could feel like to be called theirs. How it feels to hold him in the night, mumble about your days, kiss his lips, hear his stories, listen to how your name echo in his voice, know his flaws and insecurities, and how you would hold them as you accepted all of their good and bad even before you'd even know him.

You could still remember the first time that you saw him. The first time that you heard his voice. The first time he practiced with you. The first times-- while he became the sole reason for the butterflies in your stomach.

It was a simple crush.

You admired him from afar, gush over his looks and skills.

But once you tapped on his shoulder, as bravery took over your body when you walked towards their table, you finally said, "Can I sit here?"

He only nodded his head, scooting over so that you could sit beside him. He even helped you placed your tray when your hands almost dropped it. Heart beating so loud, you could feel it pump through your chest, the tips of your ears red, as well as the blush creeping into your neck.

"I'm Isabel," the girl gushed, offering a hand. The new recruits. "And this is Farlan, and my big brother Levi."

"Oh," you nodded, lips turning into a smile. You shook her hand, "My name is [Y/N]. It's very nice to meet you all."

"Hi," Farlan mumbled, smiling right back at you while Levi only nodded, staring at his food.

He is so stoic, calm, cool, and impassive that it attracted you more to him.

That night, you wanted to beat yourself up for thinking about him, Levi running through your mind, holding on to the way his hand brushed against yours to help you and the way he nodded, and made space for you.

It was a simple crush.

Something that you'd look forward to after a long and heavy expedition. After training. After dinners, where you would take a sit beside him, talking with Isabel while you subtly glanced at him while you take a bite.

Then comes the day when he doesn’t step out of his room, with worry filling you up. The deaths of Isabel and Farlan drowning him with sorrow. All you could do is knock on his door, carrying a tray of food for him.

“Levi?” You called out, knocking again when there was no answer. “I’m coming in.”

He was sitting on his bed, his head facing the door as he waited for you to enter. He couldn’t even muster up a nod as you softly padded towards him, placing the tray next to him.

“I thought you might be hungry,” you whispered, sitting on the floor, as he hung his head down.

He didn’t say anything, not to even take a bite of the bread you reserved for him.

You handed him the fresh cup of tea, placing it over his clasped hands. “Why don’t you take a sip,” you said, folding out his hands, taking note of the callouses in his fingers. “Just to fill your stomach.”

Levi nodded, wrapping his fingers on the cup, as you pulled away. He quietly sipped, still looking down.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, holding your legs close to your chest as you looked at him. “I’m sorry that you have to go through that.”

Levi nodded again, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He finally looked at you as he broke the bread in half, handing it to you. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” you admitted, smiling gently that he’s eating something solid. You wanted to initially say something else, but turned your mind away from it. This isn’t the time to confess and it was selfish to say it now. “I’m your friend. I’ve got your back.”

The next day, Levi waited for you at the usual table. You tried to suppress your smile at the sight of him, but you failed. Once you were seated, he proceeded to wait until you took the first bite. He listened to you ramble about your day, occasionally grunting in response, and it was better than nothing.

You finally opened your heart at the prospect of love, daydreaming, what it would mean to share that with him.

And it is always like that. Both of you stuck together, that nobody would even come between the two of you.

He was there when you complained about one of the soldiers; then the next day he’d have bruised knuckles while the one who bothered you had a cut on his lips. He was there when he urged you to punch him harder so that you could protect yourself. He was there when he grabbed you by the waist, surprising you, as he carried you from branch to branch to protect you during expeditions.

For the love of everything, he was there.

He’s the reason why you couldn’t sleep, reliving how his warm his touch were on yours.

He’s the reason why you couldn’t stop smiling at him whenever he waits for you so that the both of you could eat together.

He’s the reason why you always looked forward to the next day; envisioning what would happen.

But the heartbreaking truth is, he doesn’t see you that way.

Levi let you chase him each way, oblivious to how you felt, because in his eyes, that’s what friends are for. He paid no attention to how you smile, how your stares lingered, or how you leaned in a bit closer when it was just the two of you. Or was it because, he was hiding it better than you are? But you still curbed the idea because it was ridiculous.

Then he wanted to feel something.

He knocked on your door, and once you opened the door on him, he nodded towards the mess hall, asking you to join him.

“What is it?” You whispered, wrapping your robe tighter around your body as he lead you away.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Levi muttered, crossing his arms as he felt you behind him. He turned his face, almost brushing his lips on your cheeks as he did, but you scurried away.

He didn’t miss the way you blushed.

“Oh,” you shuddered, hand going up to you cheek. A simple crush, you thought. Perhaps? “And you thought that it was best for you to wake me up?”

Levi nodded, pointing to the bench. “Wait here.”

That you did, while you hurried to fix your disheveled hair, your clothes that are way to thin for the night, then you licked your lips just enough for moisture.

It was a long two minutes. Heart-pounding. Nerve wrecking. While you waited for him to emerge.

Levi finally reappeared, holding two cups. With all the space available, you thought that this was it.

Finally, you thought nervously, maybe this isn’t a simple crush anymore.

He made your tea just the way you like it, blowing off some steam as you placed it against your lips.

“Be careful,” Levi whispered against his cup, as he sipped. From the corner of his eyes, he watched you blush again. He isn’t really thinking, but he wants to try. He’s known you for a long time now and maybe this is right. He's got to make a decision and this is his choice.

"Bad dreams?" You asked, wrapping your hands around the warm cup as you turned to him.

"Something like that."

"Oh," you nodded, worry filling your eyes as he stared his greys at yours. "How can I help?"

Levi thought hard, his mouth drying up as he setlled his on his choice.

He inexplicably leaned forward, his eyes boring into yours as his nose touched yours.

"Levi?"

He felt your lips brushed against his when you whispered his name. He looked down at your lips, licking his own, as he looked up at your eyes again. He noticed that you stopped breathing, and gently placed his hands on either side of your neck.

"Levi?"

Is this happening? you thought. Oh, he is so near.

Like a fool, you waited. Then on a second, you felt him close the gap between the two of you. It wasn't fireworks that you felt, it was fucking more than that. His lips moved against yours as he guided you closer to him. His hand went lower to your waist, closing the gap even more, while he continued to kiss you.

Just like a fool. That's what you felt when he pulled away, his hands off of you like hot coal. Levi shook his head, his bangs curtaining his eyes as he scooted away. Levi gripped his cup. He couldn't meet your eyes.

"Levi?"

"That was a mistake," Levi muttered, pushing himself off of the bench.

He left. Just like that. He left you on the bench.

The tea he prepared grew cold as you sat there. The walk back to your room was humiliating. So fucking humiliating that you bit on your lower lip to not disturb the hallways with your cries. Just like a fool, you waited for the fantasy that you thought was going to come when he pulled you in. You waited for the sparks to happen, but instead it felt like someone dampen it. He did. Levi did.

You can't even get to be mad at him, because this was all your doing.

You didn't know when that simple crush turned into something when he finally kissed you. It had transcended those means when he kiss you. It went above and beyond, and the fantasies you've had slowly sunk into the ground, writhing at your feet.

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Days turned into years, and years, and years, and here you were.

Captain Levi.

It was late at night, the distance between the both of you widening, your feelings working its way down, but love stayed where you held on to it tightly, still fucking blindly holding on to it. Levi silently accepted your reluctance for him, the hesistation from you, fully knowing that he did it to the both of you.

Levi kept thinking about that kiss that night. He thought that kisses shared would emit joy, happiness, smiles, but all it did was fill him with regret, guilt, and worry. It was his choice because he wanted to feel something, but he doesn't have it in himself. He didn't want to feel anything, he didn't want to feel the infatution. He ought to talk to you that night, but you disappeared from him. He watched you ignore him, avoid him, lose the smile on your lips, and he thought that: 'It's okay. It's for the better.'

But still it was hard, because after all these years, it was still the both of you.

The feelings has numbed down. But it was still there, waiting to be poked with a stick to be awakened once more. Still, the half of your heart laid out for him.

"Levi?"

Levi stopped writing, hesistating to answer. But in the end, he made his choice. "Come in."

He watched the knob turned, as you joined him for a quiet company. He pushed away his papers, helping you with the tray. He watched you pull forward a spare chair, moving it closer to the desk. He smiled at the gesture, then his eyes softened as you smiled.

"How are you?" You asked, noticing the paperworks. "Erwin gave you more work?"

"Yeah," Levi answered, taking his tea. His heart is pounding. "How are you?"

"Couldn't sleep," you said, sipping your tea. "Then I saw the light from your office."

He nodded, sipping his. No one said a thing, until the both of you finished your teas. You slumped against the chair, crossing your legs as you smiled sadly. It hurts.

Years into years into years, and it still hurts.

Levi caught on to your face, his heart gripping his thoughts into something that he cannot untangle.

"What happened to us?"

Levi only looked down, "I don't know."

"No," you smiled, tilting your head. "You know, Levi, you just don't want to talk about it."

"What else is there to talk about?"

"Where did we go wrong?"

"It was just a kiss."

"It was the kiss for me."

Levi looked up, watching you fiddle with the fingers on your lap. You looked up, resting your arm on the chair, as you sighed deeply. The memories from that night crashing itself on to you.

"I'm sorry."

"Ah," you sighed deeply again, smiling fondly at the man before him. "I waited years for me to hear that."

"I'm sorry," Levi whispered, guilt eating him up. He still couldn't erase the look on your face when he pulled away from you.

The sadness, confusion, and anger twirled into one that it kept him up that night and the nights after, thinking of a way to apologize, until it flitted into something that is unspeakable as the both of you grew apart. He still wouldn't miss the way you would stare at him. He doesn't know what's wrong with him, thinking of a way to push him towards you but his feet wouldn't move.

His heart doesn't beat the same way as yours. His eyes doesn't linger at yours. His mind isn't filled by you, as he tried to stomp on it.

"Thank you," you murmured softly.

The love inside you died. But you were happy, for some reason, you were happy. It was the closure that you needed after all these years.

"I'm sorry that that's how you felt."

"It's okay," you chuckled softly, eyes twinkling with warmth. Levi smiled a little, heart bursting that he finally heard you laugh. "It started as a little crush, anyway."

"I noticed," Levi admitted, his eyes matching yours. He hid his eyes as you blushed again, real laughter coloring the room.

Just like the old times. He remembers when you blushed during the first time he met you, the way he helped you because the food was close to falling, he couldn't shy away at the way your cold hand brushed his, he didn't miss the way that he actually liked your company. The feelings bubbling up like a well-kept treasure that's bound to be dug up either way.

"Can I tell you something?"

He looked up at you, curiosity displayed in your beautiful eyes. Just like the old times. He hid the key for his well-kept treasure, hesistantly opening it for you. He wants to say it, to keep it equal. To call it quits, now that everything is being said. It was his turn to feel his heart pound crazily. The nerves turning on and on, making him feel nervous.

But he saw the look on your face. Levi noticed that you feel more at peace. Happy. Contented, and he didn't want to pull it away from you.

"What is it, Levi?"

Levi leaned on his chair, silent for a minute as he watched you. Peace colored your aura, as you tilted your head again. He watched you arch your brow, lips slightly open, your chest rising up and down evenly.

Your heart doesn't beat that way anymore, he thought.

He had to make a decision. Go and live with his choice. Should he tell you or not? Levi thought hard and long, watching you intently.

His stares doesn't work on you anymore, as you only waited for him to continue. There was something different with the way his words hang in the air. It was the sheen sweat on his forehead and the unaware nibbles on his lip that he does rarely, when he's deep in thought.

Finally, Levi stared at you.

Levi smiled softly, shaking his head, as he went back to work. He made his choice, finding peace with it along the way to not tell you, "I forgot what I was going to say. It's nothing."

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Church - JJ Maybank

Request: maybe a obviously super fluffy and sweet church date with Jj? or they are leaving y/n’s church and JJ planned a brunch for her and gives her a speech how much he loves her?

Request: ik he’s not a cowboy (as a nc girl i love a good cowboy and a good surfer boy) but i feel like cowboy take me away by the dixie chicks gives off jj vibes. i feel like that would be him and his girlfriends song. don’t ask me why because i honestly don’t know, i just get jj vibes haha

A/N: I gave myself some serious OBX style Footloose vibes while writing this and now I really wanna go watch the Julianne Hough/Kenny Wormald Footloose remake.

Outer Banks Masterlist

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Set me free, oh I pray, closer to heaven and closer to you.

You sat in the front row of church, knee bobbing anxiously as you listened to the sermon. Your mom reached over, laying a hand over your knee to stop the movement, “cross your legs dear.”

“Sorry,” you crossed your knees, smoothing down the atrocious dress your mom made you wear to church. It looks like something a Bates kid would wear and you felt stuffy in the warm nave, high neckline and elbow length sleeves itching.

There was little you could do about the situation. Your father was the senior pastor of the church and it wouldn’t look good if his only daughter were off running around the island on a Sunday morning when he was here, leading his congregation. He had no idea that you’d been out all night at a kegger on the beach with your boyfriend or even that you had a boyfriend. You could imagine the absolute horror he and your mother would feel if they found out that you were dating or who you were dating.

“Go in peace,” he announced, stepping away from the podium as people began to stand. He walked to the doors as ushers opened them, standing in the entryway to greet each parishioner as they left. You grabbed your backpack from beneath the pew as you stood up, following your mother to the vestibule where people were lingering to talk and have after-service refreshments.

You gave your dad a quick hug as you came up to him, “hi daddy-”

“Did you enjoy the sermon? You looked a little preoccupied.” He said, cutting you off.

“No it was wonderful.” You replied, “would it be alright if I left early? I promised Sarah that I would meet her for lunch.”

Neither of your parents were particularly fond of Sarah Cameron because of her style of dress, the boys she dated, and the rumors they heard about her partying, but they would never tell you to not hang out with her because the Camerons had money. She was a good scapegoat. You weren’t actually going to see Sarah at all.

“Be back early tonight alright, I want us to have dinner together.” Your father replied, giving you a kiss on the cheek before you hurried down the stairs, waving to a few people as you left.

You had parked your car out of the parking lot, down the next street so no one would see it. Or see the sleeping blond in your passenger seat. When you got back to your car you knocked on the passenger door before opening it, JJ sitting up as you handed him your backpack.

“You look like you’re Amish.” JJ laughed, handing you the pair of jean shorts from your backpack. After spending the entire night at the kegger you and JJ had passed out in the back of your Jeep and when your alarm had gone off this morning you’d driven to church, changed into the dress you kept under the seat for emergencies, and practically sprinted to service. Now that you could change back into the clothes from last night you were relieved.

“My mom would murder me if she caught me in any of the stuff I usually wear.” You replied, pulling the dress over your head to reveal the bikini top you still had on from last night. JJ let out a low whistle and you tossed the dress at his head. “Shut up.”

“I’m being appreciative of how attractive my girlfriend is.” JJ countered, tossing your dress in the back seat. “Are you getting in here?”

“Yeah, you can drive.”

JJ slid over the console and you got in the passenger seat, putting your backpack in the back. The seat was still reclined all the way back from JJ taking a nap while you were in church and leaned back, positioning yourself so that you could turn your body toward JJ while he drove. He took the back road leading away from the church so no one would see the two of you together.

You stopped for food at the market before the continuing on to the Pogue. John B was with Sarah all day and JJ had proposed the idea of taking the boat out onto the marsh.

“My dad said he wants me home early for dinner.” You mentioned as JJ untied the boat to push off.

“Well I can’t make any promises.” JJ replied, grinning when you glared at him, “what? The Pogue could mysteriously just stop working or something. She’s old.”

“And if you wanna see me before I’m old you’ll have me home early.” You replied.

“Fine, fine.” He promised, “don’t suppose there’s any chance I could go?” He had asked before, about meeting your parents. He knew how strict your family was and he knew that there was little chance they would ever approve of you dating him but he still wanted the chance to prove himself.

“I tried talking to my mom yesterday about the possibility of me dating and she told me that when I’m old enough to think about marriage...basically once I graduate high school, there is a very nice boy on the mainland that they want to introduce me to.” You replied.

JJ looked over at you, frown evident on his face as he thought about what you said.

“I think, when I graduate, you and me should just up and go somewhere.” You proposed, walking over to where he was standing behind the wheel and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m down. Anywhere there’s a beach.”

“The west coast?” You asked, “we could live that surfer/skater life. Riding around in a van, vlogging about weed and organic living.”

“I think you’re still drunk from last night.” JJ teased, giving you a quick kiss.

“Why do you wanna meet my parents so bad?”

He shrugged, pulling you closer to him while he steered the Pogue through the marsh with his free hand. “Not a lot of things in my life have really worked out and I know I’m not exactly the church-going type that your parents want you to be with...and maybe I can work on that. If they want me in church every Sunday I’ll be there. I don’t know...I love you and I know you don’t put pressure on me or expect more of me than I can give but I wanna be able to be there for you when you need me and I don’t want you going through all these...sneaking around shit just to be with me. I want to be somebody you can be proud of.”

“I am proud of you. I’m not sneaking around cause I’m not...my parents are pretty close minded. You can come to dinner but I can’t promise it’ll be what you want it to be. I love you though, just keep that in mind. Nothing anyone else says can change that.” You promised, tilting your head so you could kiss him.

“I feel like I need some kinda bible cheat sheet.”

“If, and it’s a big if, my dad doesn’t freak out and lets you stay for dinner, he’ll probably make you pray over the meal,” you replied, “I’ll teach you the lord’s prayer, you should be fine passed that.”

“I stuck as memorization.”

“I’ll give you a reward if you get it right.” You replied.

“I do love rewards.” JJ grinned and you couldn’t help laughing when he pulled you in for another kiss, this one longer than before.

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legendofzelda4life · 3 years

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Under A Red Moon

Wassup guys it’s day 36 and I’m gifting some Wild and Hyrule platonic fluff to make up for the angst that I still cry about to this day. /j

If you’re new here: I write Zelda/LU-themed one shots everyday until the LU AU is updated. I do take requests and more info about that will be left at the base of this post.

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“Oh shit.” Twilight’s eyes widened as the group stepped out of the portal. “What?” Warriors asked, looking around with a hand on his sword. “My Hyrule.” Wild groaned with a roll of his eyes. “That bad huh?”

“Well it’s not that bad. Where we are is.” Wild gestured around before continuing. “And also the moon fucks around every three days.” That one sentence made Time pale a little. Hyrule noticed and decided to change the topic.

“What’s so bad about where we are?” He asked, walking towards a small cliff. It gave him a sense of nostalgia as he instinctively kneeled, hand on sword as he gazed towards death mountain.

“This is the Great Plateau. And this,” he sat next to Hyrule, legs dangled off the edge, “is the first thing I saw when I came out of that shrine.”

The pair gazed into the distance for a bit before Sky broke them out of the trance.

“How do we get down?” Sky asked, causing Wild to smirk. “We don’t.”

A few people in the group gasped.

“Dear Hylia, I’m joking!” Wild laughed. “Some of us, specifically those with something like my paraglider. Could get down just fine. But without it…” Wild trailed off, walking down the hill slowly and taking a beatle off the tree.

He turned to the group and crushed the beatle in his hand.

“You’ll die.”

He looked away from his hand to see everybody staring at him with wide eyes.

“Okay well maybe, I wasn’t at full strength when I tested this last time.” Wild chuckled as the group made their way downhill, towards Rohta Chigah Shrine.

The group looked over the cliff.

“Alright so we could climb down, fly down in groups, or jump and hope we don’t die.” Wild explained. The team shared a few looks before Time opened his mouth. “Maybe we shoul-”

“Fuck you all!” Legend yelled jokingly. “Especially you!” He flipped off Warriors before jumping off the edge.

“THAT DID FUCKING NOTHING!!!” Legend yelled (It only takes away four hearts). Everybody looked at Wild expectantly. “What? I only tested this at the beginning of my journey!” Wild exclaimed defensively.

Eventually, everyone was at the base of the cliff.

“We should head over to the duelling peaks stable, we can get to Kakariko from there.” “Why don’t we go to the castle?” Warriors asked.

Wild sent a longing gaze towards Hyrule Castle. “We don’t use that anymore.” He mumbled, setting off towards the outpost ruins, leaving a shocked war hero behind him.

Eventually they got to the duelling peaks stable, at which point it was nearly night time.

“We’ll stay here tonight. I’ll pay.” Wild pulled out a few gemstones and walked up to a merchant.

“Wild, why’s the moon red?” Wind asked, pointing outside.

The mentioned hero’s eyes widened as he looked at a certain man.

“Get inside.”

That was all he said to Wind before walking to everyone else in a hurried manner.

“Hey, you got the beds?” Four asked. Wild nodded as he checked the time. It was only just 9:00pm. “Yeah, but get inside quick. I don’t want you guys out here tonight.” Wild’s eyes trailed to the moon.

“What’s going on with the moon?” Hyrule asked, unnerved by the blood red colour. “It’s the third day. Listen to Wild and get inside.” Twilight pushed everybody forward so they would at least make some attempt at getting into the stable.

Once everybody was inside, Wild sighed in relief and directed them to the room he rented. “Sleep anywhere.” He said, gesturing to the beds. There were four bunk beds and a normal bed.

Four and Wind argued over who would get top bunk.

Legend threw Warriors off the top bunk to have it.

Twilight insisted Time take the bottom bunk so he was further from the moon.

Sky basically flew onto the top bunk, leaving Hyrule and Wild to decide who gets the singular bed and who shares with Sky.

“Can we just sit at the fire for a bit?” Hyrule suggested. Wild nodded in response, taking the brunette’s wrist in hand and taking him over to the fire.

The pair gazed into the fire for a little while before Hyrule finally asked what had been nagging him in the back of his mind.

“Why’s the moon red?” He inquired, looking towards Wild - who was a little shocked at the sudden question. “Oh- um…” The boy trailed off slightly to remember what he was going to say.

“It’s like a ritual I guess. Every three days the moon turns blood red, resurrecting all monsters.”

Hyrule paled.

Resurrect all monsters? Did that mean Ganon? Was this somehow tied to his blood curse?

He couldn’t answer any of those questions himself.

“Could it resurrect Ganon?” Hyrule asked nervously. “Dear goddesses, no. Flora sealed him away.” Wild chuckled. This lifted some stress off Hyrule’s shoulders.

“So why did we need to come inside?” “Oh that’s because there’s a guy out there that goes completely fucking psycho every time there’s a blood moon. He tried to kill Twi once.” Wild thought back to the strange man trying to kill a wolf - when, in actual fact, it was Twi.

The pair spoke for a few more hours but at about 11:30, red stuff started to rise from the floor. “Don’t touch it.” Wild said as Hyrule tried to grab some.

The latter chuckled nervously and watched it float around them.

He glanced out the window.

The entire sky was red.

He looked at his teammates to see a few of them covering their ears. The ones that weren’t were already asleep. “Why’s it so loud?” Wind whined, trying to hide in the blankets. Hyrule tilted his head to the side as Four climbed up to the top bunk to comfort Wind.

What noise?

He looked towards Time and Twilight. The former was breathing heavily, tears nearing his eyes. Stress was evident. Twilight was covering his ears as if someone was screaming at him. He always had more sensitive ears than the rest.

The captain and Sky were passed the fuck out whereas Legend was staring out the window, rising from bed and jumping off the top bunk to approach it. He mumbled something under his breath that Hyrule couldn’t hear.

“Wild… why’s everyone blocking their ears?” Hyrule panickedly questioned the boy.

“You can’t fucking hear it?!?!?!” Wind and Time yelled. Hyrule sent a worried gaze toward the pair before shaking his head.

Then he heard it.

It was a peaceful melody with some words as well.

“It’s singing? I don’t see the problem.” He said. “It’s a horrid piano tune! That’s what it is!” Twilight yelled, growing restless.

Hero of old, Blood of courage, Gift it please, To resurrect scourge.

The song was very captivating. But Hyrule refused to gift his blood.

Being the only sane one, he took Wild over to where Four and Wind sat, pulling Wild into him.

The blonde sighed as he listened to Hyrule’s heartbeat, visibly calming. “You’re going to be okay. The moon will pass.” Hyrule rubbed Four’s back with one hand as he spoke, holding Wild with the other.

It was 11:35pm.

So much had occurred in the span of five minutes.

Hyrule just prayed midnight would come quickly as the music slowly sped up, causing Wind to become stressed. The brunette covered him with a blanket as the island child hugged Four like a lifeline.

Everyone just wanted it to stop.

END

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Alright, this was for yesterday because I’m a dumbass that can’t keep up with my own brain lmao.

Look ik I said Wild and Hyrule fluff but I used to be too centered around the pairing and now I’m not centered enough and just- *screams* bear with me a hot sec

LEAVE REQUESTS BELOW!

REQUESTS MUST INCLUDE:

PAIRING

TYPE/GENRE/CATEGORY (fluff, angst, etc)

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I WILL WRITE ONLY ABOUT THE LINKS (including the ravio, shadow, the zeldas, and requested characters. Will not write about whole other fandoms though)

I CAN DO READER INSERTS IF REQUESTED (no oc’s tho)

CAN DO AN AU IF REQUESTED

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blackberry-gingham · 3 years

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if you haven’t already, could you do something with being childhood bffs with george and it developing into romance?

Aw, this is cute 🥺 of course!

Ik I've done the teddy!george to Beatle George romance, so for this I'm going to do like actual kids to like high school/teddy! George romance :)

Also, this is super long sorry, but idk how to do a cut so oof 💀 anyway, enjoy!

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You've known him since forever, the boy with the raven hair and funny eyebrows.

You're earliest memories go back to growing up on the streets of Liverpool. Causing trouble on the playground, getting into mischief behind your mother's backs...

He was your best friend. Still is, as a matter of fact. Until the day everything changed.

You're story starts off on a playground, during a mild day in mid August. The sun is shining brightly and the birds are chirping and flitting through the trees happily. If only you could say the same for your mood.

The old swing set creaks methodically as you and George go back and forth.

It's your last summer before your senior year of high school. You two have been going to the same school this whole time at least, but you can't help this nagging feeling that you and George are going to drift apart after school.

He's changed so much since you were kids.

Lately he's made some... other friends. It's not that that's bothering you of course. No, it's more so that they're all teddy boys. And now, so is George. Not to mention they fancy themselves a start up band, which has only been eating up more of George's time away from you.

Besides, you have no idea what to expect with this final year. Honestly, you're scared as it is, and even the thought of losing your best friend is too much to bear.

"Whatcha thinking about square?", George detects the worry undulating off of you, despite the neutral expression on your face. He knows you too well.

You snap out of your thoughts and paint a smile on your face, "Oh, nothing! Are you looking forward to your final year?"

George fixes you with a look. He doesn't believe that nothing's wrong, but knows to not push you if you don't want to talk about it. "Suppose so, although more just to get it over with. Oh, that reminds me! The lads and I have a gig lined up in a few weeks, can you believe it?"

You're heart drops, and you fear you can already feel him slipping away. "That's wonderful George, I can't believe it!"

His face lights up, "Isn't it? We're going to the top I tell you, I'm sure of it!" George digs his boots into the mulch abruptly, and you slow to a stop as well. "Um, I don't suppose you'd come to the gig, will you?"

You fix him with a suspicious look, there's something afoot here... "When and where?"

"The pub downtown, two months from tomorrow, at 3 am", George's voice gets quiter as he goes. The old him would know not to ask something like that in a million years. After all, your parents would never allow it. And if you got caught...

"George... I-"

He cuts you off, suddenly feeling bad it seems, "No no! I-it's alright, I shouldn't have asked. It's not right, you have school and all"

"So do you, ya know", you lean in and laugh a bit, trying to lighten the mood. Thankfully the tension seems to melt and George laughs, brushing off the accusation. At last he stands and offers to walk you home. You agree and take a few steps after him...

...Only to trip over an old piece of tarp sticking up from under the mulch.

You let out a yelp, but before you hit the ground, George catches you. He helps you up right and holds onto you for a moment to make sure you're steady, "That was close! You alright square?"

"Fine, thanks to you", you laugh, then kick some mulch over the exposed tarp. "Damn thing..."

George laughs and the two of you walk on, "Say, do you remember when we were kids and you fell off that same swing set?"

"Ugh, how could I forget! I still have the scar on my knee", you pout.

"Really? I didn't know it was that bad"

"It certainly was! Don't you remember, after I fell you picked me up an-"

"...Carried you all the way home?", George finishes the thought for you.

You smile distantly, reminiscing on better days. "Yeah..."

The two of you talk a bit more about your younger days. All sorts of fun and embarrassing stories come to light as you make your way through town. For a moment, you feel like you're with the old George again.

And then, it all screeches to a halt as you arrive on your doorstep.

"Well, here you are then!"

"Yeah... Um, see you tomorrow per chance?"

George's face falls, "Oh... Actually I have practice with the lads... Then I'm helping with chores around the house all this weekend. M-maybe we can hangout again next week?"

The smile you give him doesn't quite reach your eyes, even as you agree that that sounds like a good plan.

It turns out that date does get pushed back a bit more, but you're thankful to have at least one last day together before school starts up again. Things are normal for a while. Well, the new normal, that is. George tries to be in three places at once between you, the lads, and school, and you're worried for him.

You keep waiting to see which of the three he's going to drop to take a load off his schedule... And you're deathly afraid it'll be you.

But somehow he manages to juggle all three, and before you know it, the night of the gig is upon you. George brings the topic up with you momentarily at school, just to give it another try. You’ve been feeling so estranged from him lately that you want nothing more then to say yes...

You just... can’t.

George says he understands, but he can’t mask the disappointment in his eyes. It’s the last look you see from him that day. However, that night, is a different story.

Clack... Clack. Clack clack... Clack.

A strange noise rouses you from sleep and you get up to investigate. It’s coming from the window... You peak outside to find George out in your yard, throwing rocks at the glass. He sees your outline and starts waving his arms franticly. Quickly, you check the time. It’s 2:03 am.

You heft the window open and George immediately starts chattering. “Morning square! I’m on my way to the pub, I thought maybe you could just sneak out with me since you want to go!”

“Are you mad? You’ll wake the whole house!”, you whisper angrily.

George drops his voice a bit too, but refuses to leave. He says a few more suave and charming words, but more then anything, you can’t deny that you do want to go with him... It takes a little convincing, but you make up your mind to go. You disappear to throw on some going out clothes and navigate your way down out the window and over the roof. It’s a little trick you learned from when you were young.

You haven’t done that in ages...

At last, you and George race off to the bus stop and as though sneaking out past midnight wasn’t exciting enough, the way he grabbed your hand to pull you along through the dark sent your heart soaring.

And when you arrive just in the nick of time the gig to start, you almost hate to admit how much fun you’re having. To think, you almost missed this... The boys are amazing up on stage and the crowd loves them. While you must say, they are all good, you didn’t take your eyes off of George the entire time.

One of the teds, Paul you think, steps up to the mic. “Thank you, you’ve all been wonderful! But before we go, there’s one last song we want to play for you... This goes out to all the sweethearts tonight, it’s called Love me do!”

It’s not on the itinerary, but the crowd whoops and applauds regardless. You focus your attention back to George and he winks at you. In that moment, you experience a feeling you’ve never had in your life. Your blood runs cold, yet you feel on fire. Your fingers and toes tingle, yet you still have complete control over your body. You feel weightless, and yet as though you could collapse.

The song is wonderful, but you were hardly able to pay attention, you were so busy mulling over what that wink meant...

When everything is over, George hurries to catch up with you after the show. He seems so alive.

"You were amazing up there Georgie, absolutely wonderful!"

"Really? You liked it?"

"Of course! I didn't know you were so talented! Why have you never played for me before?", You laugh, but George seems to grow shy all of a sudden.

"I didn't think you were interested... But uh, now I know, I suppose!", he laughs, trying to mend the awkwardness before you can interject. "You know what? We should be getting you home, yeah?"

You whip around to look at the clock. It's nearly 4:30. When you turn back to George, he can already see the panic in your eyes. Without another word, you both race out to the bus stop and wait anxiously to catch a ride.

George tries to make a little small talk and reasure you, but you're having a hard time loosening up. All you can think about is what'll happen if you're caught...

And when you get home, your worst fears are realized. Your dad is sitting on the front porch and the lightning your room has since been turned on. George goes to hold your hand, but you nudge him away as you trudge to your doom.

Your dad doesn't say a word. You already know how much trouble you're in. He looks at George with a deadly scowl etched into his face.

"Sir, I'm sorry, it was m-"

The door slams in his face, and all George can hear is the sound of yelling from the other side as he's forced to walk away.

You're not allowed to see George outside of school for a looooong time. Which is almost fine with you. You can't believe you listened to him...

George tries to apologise to you fervently the next time he sees you, but you blow him off. It takes a few days before you speak to him again, and George feels crushed. That night couldn't have ended more terribly. There was so much he wanted to tell you... But, he can't let you go.

Over time you come around to better terms with your lifetime friend. It takes some work, but George is determined to restore your trust in him. And slowly but surely, your grievance becomes forgotten. He hasn't spend this much time with you since you were children. And honestly? He hasn't been this fun since then either...

He takes you out for ice cream on weekends. You go to the park after school together nearly everyday, that you can. And once you're officially allowed to spend time with him, he even invites you over to watch practice with the lads.

And before you know it, winter has passed and spring is nearly gone too. It's the end of the year and there's one last hurrah to come before graduation. Prom season is upon you.

You know who you want to ask you, but you fear it's too much to even hope. But then, one sunny day...

Clack... Clack. Clack clack... Clack.

Curious, you get up from your desk and wander over to the window. You throw it open and look out. There in the lawn, George stands with a large, handwritten sign above his head. He looks up at you with big, puppy eyes, and he's never been more afraid in his whole life.

Prom? The sign reads.

You scamper out of your window, and nearly trip in your excitement to say yes. George drops his sign and catches you before you hit the ground. You jump up, alight with excitement, "Yes, yes!", you can't stop bouncing, even as George holds you steady.

George smiles at you with an affection you've never seen before. He doesn't say a word. Instead, he picks you up and gives you a spin while you yelp in surprise. When he puts you back down, the two of you share a long look and you think, there's no one in the whole world you'd rather give your first kiss to.

As though he can read your mind, George leans in slowly, giving you an option. But you can't contain yourself, you rush forward and throw your arms around his leather covered shoulders. The smell of his musky hair gel and warm leather jacket wash over you as he holds you tight.

It's the kind of embrace you'd grow familiar with. You don't know it now, but you'll find yourself wrapped in it for the rest of your days.

#the beatles #george harrison x reader #friends to lovers #teddy!george #highschool au #all the tropes lmao #Beatle fics

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ikenbar · 3 years

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Mr Love: Ike’s Choice CH 5 PT 1

Author’s Note:

Chapter five baby!! This is gonna be a fun one!! It is chock-full of fluff, angst, adventure, and thickening plot!! Only the best for Ikamara’s story B) I plan on taking lines straight from the game in this story. Normally I would make annotations but, after rereading the parts I have done that with, I have noticed that they can distract from the story. And because I have a lot of lines from the game in the coming chapters, I am just going to put the reference to the stages in the warning. If you have a problem with this, send me a message! Though I do write Ikamara’s story for myself, I also want to make the experience as pleasurable for any one reading as possible.

Thank you so much for the love and support for my story! Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here and would like to be familiar with the story!! :D

Enjoy Chapter Five!! :D

- Ike ��n Bar Productions

Warnings: Words taken directly from Stage 8-1 from the game Mr. Love: A Queen’s Choice, there is also FLUFF!!!, sad children, ~✨🌈Gayness🌈✨~, and plot development that makes you beg for more but are sadly left on yet aNOTHER cliffhanger :D

Prologue:

The man in the white lab coat walked behind Marie as they made their way back down that familiarly dank hallway. They were quiet but that didn’t mean Marie would have it any other way. From all the medical talk and strange languages they spoke, silence seemed like the only thing she could understand anymore.

They came to a stop in front of a door. He opened it and gestured for Marie to go in. She timidly did so, allowing him to close it shut behind her and lock it. It was a simple room with two beds. Not much there but it was enough.

In one of the beds sat Marie’s roommate, and best friend. Normally the girl would be smiling and greet Marie with open arms, but today, she was just sitting on the bed, crying. Immediately, Marie ran to her side.

“What’s wrong?” Marie’s squeaky voice made the girl jump. She hurriedly wiped her eyes.

“Nothing.” The girl mumbled.

“Oh come on.” Marie jumped onto the bed and next to the girl, “You can’t say that right after wiping away tears.”

“...it’s just that.” The girl slowly began, “...I’m tired of the testing. I’d just wish they’d stop pricking us with those needles. You’re so lucky. Your skin is so thick, you don’t need needles.”

“Nah, I still get the needles.” Marie kicked her feet over the bed and kept her eyes on the ground, “I just have a special kind that's bigger.” The girl sighed and leaned on her shoulder.

“I just feel so…” The girl started, gesturing her hands uselessly, “... not safe.” Marie tensed slightly.

“You shouldn’t.” She said, making the girl look up at her, “You’ve got me! I will always protect you.” The girl smiled weakly.

“You promise?” She asked. Marie nodded seriously as she drew an ‘x’ on over her heart.

“Cross my heart.” She smiled. The girl sat up and threw her arms around Marie. Marie reciprocated the hug, making the girl laugh. The girls held their hug, indulging in the security of it.

“When we get out,” The girl said softly, “and we are no longer in danger, will you still protect me?" Marie held the little girl closer to her.

“Youri,” Marie said the girl’s name seriously, “There won’t be a moment where I will leave your side.”

Chapter five:

Part one:

I waited anxiously in my seat, tapping the mug of coffee in my hand. Youran and I had spent the past week talking and getting to know each other. In fact, there wasn't a day that had passed that we didn't talk. It surprised me how easy it was to talk with her. It was like we had clicked, becoming friends almost instantly. Almost as if we had already been friends before.

I had even told Youran about my family. Though I addressed them as my biological family instead of my foster family. I didn’t want her asking questions about my life as a foster child. Not because I didn’t want to answer them but because I knew that, if she asked, I would tell her everything.

It was strange to me. Never in my life had I been so open to anyone like that. It was almost suspicious. But every time I spoke to Youran, the suspicions left my mind. I would get this immense calm all over my body. It was something I had never experienced before. Something only she could give me.

But the suspicions and doubts were back. I met this woman while I'm being targeted and I just trusted her?! Just like that?! Plus, wasn't it weird that I feel so strange around her? Not to mention I had dreams about her right before meeting her! Could she have been someone from my past? Someone that wants me dead? One thing was for sure, waiting for her was a dumb idea. Especially if it meant potentially getting hurt. I still hadn't healed fully from Montu's attack last week. Waiting there like a sitting duck was a terrible way to get killed.

As I moved to stand from my seat, a chime came from the front door, making me look up. Youran pushed through the door, clearly in distress. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail that fell just above a vibrant sundress that brought out her light brown eyes. She seemed to have put on some light makeup as well, my eyes being drawn to her flushed cheeks and glossy lips.

Panting slightly, Youran scanned the café until her eyes landed on mine. She smiled brightly. And, just like that, my suspicions vanished once again as that calm hit me like a truck. She came running over to me. "Ike!" Youran threw her arms around me, nearly toppling me over, "I hope you weren’t waiting long! I am so sorry I'm late. I slept through my alarm."

“It’s no problem.” I patted her head gently, “It happens. Besides, I... just got here. So you’re fine.”

“Great!” Youran jumped back and clapped her hands together, “Give me one second to order a drink then we can start hanging out!” I smiled and nodded. Hanging out? What are we, teenagers… she sure made me feel that way.

Youran smile brightened in return. She turned on her heel and hurried to the front counter. I watched her as she left. She looked cute with her hair up like-

I shook my head and dropped that stupid absent minded smile. What am I doing? Wasn’t I about to leave?! I cursed under my breath and held a hand up to my mouth. She did it to me again! How does she just change me like that? There has got to be a malice reason behind it…

After a moment’s hesitation, I stole another glance at Youran. She was looking at the menu intently, tapping her chin with her finger thoughtfully.

… Well... since I'm already here…

I took my seat again, sighing as I picked up my now cold, and nearly empty, cup of coffee. After waiting a minute longer, Youran came running back to the table. “Ok!” She said, taking a seat in front of me, “How are you?”

She seems so happy to see me...

“I’m good.” I smiled, “How are you?”

“I’m great!” She giggled, “Having coffee together was such a great idea! I feel like we only know each other through a phone screen.” I hummed in agreement as a barista walked over to us.

“Refill, mam?” She asked me politely. I looked at Youran.

“... Yeah.” I sighed, lifting my cup to her, “Fill ‘er up.” The barista complied. Once she had left, I sparked a conversation, "How’s the company, Youran?”

“Excellent thanks to your help.” Youran sighed, “Victor had little to nothing to correct from the report, all thanks to your edits. Of course, he guessed almost immediately that you had been the reason behind it.”

“Yeah, Victor’s smart like that.” I sighed, spinning my newly filled cup of coffee absentmindedly.

“What about you?” Youran leaned on the table and looked at me expectantly, “How’s Ike ‘n Bar Productions?”

“Not bad. We actually start filming a new tv show today. Bart’s already heading over now to scope it out.”

“Ooo! Nice! Who’s the cast?” Youran egged.

“Nope.” I deadpanned, “Not revealing anything until it airs.” I looked up from my cup and caught Youran glaring at me. She had her cheeks puffed out and her bottom lip over lapping the top one. I smirked. She was so cute when she was angry. “Alright, alright. You can come to the viewing party.”

“Really??” Youran beamed, making the pout I saw a distant memory.

“Yeah.” I sighed, “Why not?” Youran cheered and clapped her hands, sending a warm feeling in my chest.

“Oh! But watch out! You may not be able to get through the production so easily!” Youran’s voice sounded like she was telling a ghost story. She added her fingers waving in the air for extra spooky flavor. I arched my eyebrow.

“What makes you say that?” I asked, amused by her childish behavior. Youran leaned forward slightly and spoke in a harsh whisper, “Did you hear about that hacker that has been attacking the web?” My brows furrowed slightly. A widespread internet paralysis broke out in Loveland that week. It affected all websites in the city. On every homepage there was a signature by a hacker named ‘Key.’ “Apparently, there was word of the hacker affecting cell phones as well.” Youran continued, “Hacking into your phone and stealing emails and personal information.” I rolled my eyes.

“Hogwash.” I sighed, “It’s just people speculating and stirring up a commotion. Don’t think about it too much.” Youran nodded and took a sip from her drink. Though she agreed with me, I could still see worry knitted in her eyebrows. I instinctively reached out and brushed them. Youran looked at me surprised. I felt my face flush as I quickly retracted my hand.

“Sorry.” I stammered, covering my face with my hand, “You just… You have nothing to worry about. So you shouldn’t hold your face like that.”

“I don’t?” Youran asked, innocently.

“Of course not.” I said simply, avoiding eye contact and looking back into my cup, “Like I said, this is all speculation. This ‘Key’ is probably trying to make a name for himself. Pushing however hard he can to get people to notice him. You’ll be ok.”

“...And ...If I’m not?” Youran asked sheepishly.

“I’ll protect you.”

I froze. Those words fell from my mouth without me realizing it. They came so easily to me. As if I had said it a million times to her before...

Youran placed a hand on top of mine. I looked up at her. She was smiling sweetly at me.

“Thank you.” She said, softly. Her eyes sparkled, showing me she meant her thanks. I looked down. Her hands are so cold… I twisted my hand to hold Youran’s. “... Did you get your nails done?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah!” Youran shone brightly as she leaned forward, “I had them draw little pandas on them! Aren’t they cute??”

“Adorable.” I ran my thumb over her nails gently, a soft smile settling on my face, “Adri has been wanting to get her nails done. You’ll have to tell me the name of the place you went to.”

“Oh! How is Adri doing?” Youran asked, pulling her hand away to clap her hands together, “Wasn’t today her first day at her new highschool?” I opened my mouth but was cut off by a buzzing that came from my blazer pocket. I pulled out my phone and looked at the collar ID. Ho boy. “ Speak of the devil.” I looked up to Youran, “Do you mind?” She shook her head and smiled politely. I thanked her and stood up.. after making sure I was out of earshot, I answered the call.

“Speaking.” I said resoundly.

“Hello?” The principal of Loveland Lake High, Mr. Olson answered seriously. He still sounded the same as he did when I attended that school, if not a little more warily, “Is this Ike?”

“What did Sam do now?” I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

Mr. Olson chuckled, “Ah, about that. It isn’t Sam I’m calling for this time. It’s Adrienne.” I froze.

“What happened?”

“Our new student was called to my office for cursing at her teacher and starting a riot in the classroom.” I groaned, “She has been suspended starting immediately. I tried calling Maria and Bart but neither of them picked up.”

“Maria is at a doctor’s appointment for Lola and Bart is at a shoot that I have to meet him at in less than an hour.” I checked my watch. “Are you sure Adri has to start today? Can’t she just sit in the corner and think about what she has done?”

“I’m afraid not.” Mr. Olson chuckled. I sighed and held my face in my hand.

“...fine. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

“Thank you, Ike. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. Adri on the other hand will be receiving a solid talking to that may make her into a saint…. I’ll see you soon. Goodbye.” I hung up the phone and growled to myself as I walked back into the cafe. “I’m afraid I’ll have to go.” I said as I approached Youran, “I have to go pick up my sister early from school.”

“Oh no.” Youran’s smile fell into a look of worry, “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.” I grumbled, stretching my jaw to stop it from clenching, “My sister is just a jerk to the underpaid.” I sighed, “The school is fifteen minutes away. By the time I pick her up and take her home, I’ll have to go to a shoot. I’m really sorry.” Youran shook her head and smiled at me.

“It’s nothing you couldn’t help. I understand.” She said this with a sweet smile but there was no denying the disappointment behind her eyes. I clenched my hands into fists inside my pockets. It felt as if I had a string attached to my chest that prevented me from just leaving Youran there, making it nearly impossible to leave her side.

“... Do you have plans for dinner tonight?” Youran looked shocked by my sudden question.

“No!” She answered quickly.

“Good. Don’t make any. We can finish chatting then. And it’ll be on me. To make up for bailing today.”

“But I was late!” Youran quickly jumped to stop me, “I’ll pay!”

“I really didn’t care that you were late. I can-”

“But I do!” Youran puffed out her cheeks stubbornly. Though normally, the stubbornness of others angered me, she still somehow pulled a smile out of me.

“Fine. You can give me a ride there to make up for your tardiness. How does that sound?” I asked, lightly arching my brows. Youran nodded, her smile returning. “Good. I’ll text you the location of the shoot and you can pick me up from there.”

“Right!” Youran said, determinately.

“See you tonight then.” I said. I hesitated a moment, then gave her a quick pat on the head. Youran giggled, bringing a sharp blush to my cheeks. Not willing to let her see it, I quickly started walking to the door.

“See you!” She said, waving to me as I left. I waved back as I pushed through the door, making the chimes tinkle melodiously. I felt a warm smile spread across my cheeks as I walked to the car. Youran was so sweet and caring to me. It was a kind of warmth I hadn’t felt since... My smile fell slightly.

… I have never felt that kind of sweetness before...

Why did it seem so familiar?

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acanvasofabillionsuns · 4 years

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(too shy to) say it

Summary: Patton has something to tell Roman. Warnings: a little bit of repression, roman stays out in the sun for longer than he should, like one line of self-deprecation Wordcount: 1289

Patton thinks he’s maybe being disproportionately nervous about this. It’s not like Roman’s going to be upset with him or anything! They’ve talked about this before, and Ro’s said he doesn’t have to say it if he doesn’t want to, and he wasn’t ready to say it then but he is now, and he knows Roman will react positively so he shouldn’t be nervous but maybe that’s why? ‘Cause he can picture it now: he tells him, and Roman’s face lights up and he starts peppering Patton’s face with kisses, and that always makes him giggle, which would be great! But at the same time, he feels like if Roman reacts at all it’ll be too big a deal made.

Patton scrunches up his face. This is just stressing him out. He mentally shoves the issue aside—not like he’s going to anything about it right now, so he might as well ignore it—and pulls out his phone to scroll social media. Or, the plan was to scroll social media, but the screen wakes up to show him a rash of texts from Roman, so of course he opens those first.

(ro)man of my dreams: hello my darling! (ro)man of my dreams: I want you to know that I’m very excited to come over later! (ro)man of my dreams: and that I may or may not have brought you a surprise (ro)man of my dreams: and also come early (ro)man of my dreams: ik you leave your phone on silent though so do not fear!! (ro)man of my dreams: I’ll be waiting in the park for you to see this! (ro)man of my dreams: didn’t want to show up completely unannounced y’know? (ro)man of my dreams: and this way if you’re not ready you can ignore me for a while longer!

Roman, you goof, Patton thinks, hurrying to the door and throwing it open. The park’s down the road from his house, and the only reason he doesn’t run down the sidewalk to Roman is because he doesn’t want to be out of breath when he gets there. (The sight of Roman already leaves him breathless, anyway.) He does speedwalk, though.

“Roman!” he calls as soon as he spots him. Ro’s head pops up and Patton maybe puts on a burst of speed so he can slide onto the bench next to him that much quicker. “You should’ve called me or something! How long did you wait out here?”

“Oh, just an hour or so? And I need the sun anyways,” Roman tries.

“An hour! Why didn’t you call me? Or come knock on my door, I wouldn’t have minded. Oh! Oh, oh, oh, you probably haven’t had anything to drink, have you? And you’ve been out in the hot sun for an hour, oh my goodness, you are coming home with me immediately, mister.” Patton jumps up and heaves Roman up beside him.

“Patton—” Roman says. Patton is almost too busy pulling him down the street to listen, but the completely smitten part of him latches on to the sound of Roman’s voice. “Patton, don’t you want to know what the surprise is?”

“I can know what the surprise is when you are in an air-conditioned house with a glass of juice to help you cool off and hydrate,” Patton says firmly.

Roman sighs, though Patton can tell it’s a fond one, and lets himself be dragged into Patton’s house and taken care of.

“Now,” Patton says once Roman’s situated and he can’t think of anything else to offer or do for him. “I’m very glad you’re here and I would love to see what the surprise you’ve got for me is.”

Roman grins and gestures to the counter, where sits a picnic basket that Patton vaguely remembers setting there in his bustle to make sure Roman hadn’t given himself sunstroke. Patton beams and opens the lid.

“Roman!” he gasps, pulling out a pair of earrings. “You shouldn’t have!” They’re dangly, maybe the length from a knuckle to the rest of his hand. It’s just a straight line of silver with a little blue jewel at the bottom, but they’re gorgeous and Patton hardly manages to pull his gaze over to Roman, who’s grinning at him.

“They’re sapphires,” he tells him. “They symbolize kindness, I think? And blue’s your favorite color, so I wanted to get them for you.”

“Roman!” Patton repeats, bouncing over to hug him. “They’re amazing! Thank you so much!” I love you rises on his tongue, and he chokes on it before he realizes this would’ve been a good opportunity to just say it.

And now Roman’s looking at him funny. Darn it.

“You alright, Pat?”

“Um,” he says, “yeah.” He smiles at him, much weaker than the beam he’d been displaying a moment before, and ducks his head. Hopefully it looks like he did that because he’s taking out the little hoops he’d put in earlier, and not to cover up the fact that he’s kind of completely ruined the mood.

Focus, he tells himself. New earrings that are super pretty that Roman bought out of the blue for you because he thought you’d like them. By the time the earrings are fastened, he’s smiling again and he thinks he can successfully pretend that nothing happened.

Except apparently Roman doesn’t want to pretend nothing happened, because when Patton looks back up at him he cups his face in one hand and asks gently, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” Roman looks disbelieving, so he continues, “It’s nothing, seriously, I’m just being dumb—”

“Hey, now,” Roman cuts in. “I’ll have you know that that is my lovely boyfriend you’re slandering, and I will not stand for it!” Patton smiles a little and squishes his face against Roman’s hand.

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for, love,” Roman assures him. “But I would like to know what’s got you talking bad about yourself?”

“I just… wanted to say something. But I’m nervous, even though I know you won’t be upset or anything.” Patton bites his lip and looks away as much as he can.

“What is it?” Roman asks. Patton pouts at him, and he breaks into a grin and boops his nose. “Only teasing, darling. Take your time. If you’re not ready to talk about it now we can always come back to it when you are.”

“Um,” Patton says. “Do you remember a while ago when you said you loved me? And you said if I wasn’t ready to say it back it was perfectly alright, you just wanted to let me know, and if I ever felt the same way we could come back to it then?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Patton nods, hoping that’s enough for Roman to connect the dots. And it is; Patton can tell the moment he understands, face smoothing from confusion into joy as he gapes excitedly at Patton.

“Really?”

“Yeah!” Patton says, and maybe it’s that Roman’s mood is contagious, or maybe it’s the weight of this secret finally falling off, but he finds himself beaming at Roman and barely containing his giggles. “I love you!”

“I love you too!”

“I love you!” Patton repeats, because he can and seeing Roman’s face somehow light up even brighter is filling him with fizzy happiness.

“I love you!”

“I love you!” Patton drags Roman into a kiss, trying to pour all of his love and affection and elation into it. He pulls back, face maybe an inch away from Roman’s, to murmur, “I love you,” with as much feeling as he can.

“I love you,” Roman echoes, and Patton glows before pulling him into another kiss.

#my fics #my writing #this WAS supposed to be a couple hundred words but they just went 'no <3'#and honestly i'm pretty proud of how it turned out so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#ts patton #ts roman #royality #sanders sides #small stories

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