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#anyway. what i was gonna say. god this fucking honking is annoying
skenpiel · 2 years
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🦀 time for crab 🦀
today i summoned 35 crabs and they all fell in love with me. i love them too.
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riveranova · 1 year
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(A/N): Aaaaand mama's back! First of all, let me say how grateful I was and am to get so many messages from people sharing their stories and wishing me all the best - made me tear up multiple times not gonna lie. Thank you all so much and let's dive right back in. <3
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IkePri NSFW Headcanons x GN! Reader - Part 2
Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, would this really be a Nova original if there wasn't at least a lil bit crack?, Licht's getting a little sad
Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince
Word count: 690
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Chevalier Michel
yk i had a thought for this one
obviously hes a top
but but, hear me out - what if he wasn't?
:)
imagine his cold, blue eyes that normally resemble a frozen lake
well that thick ice is now shattered as he's pressing his head into his pillow, trying not to wake up his annoying brothers (Clavis) while you suck him off
hes a lil bit embarrassed about the way his fists and thighs are clenched together because hes Chevalier Michel, no one makes him this weak
well, exept for you of course
but no one is allowed to find out
i think that hes a little bit bratty as a bottom
like, you want to make him beg? well beg for it.
its kind of a back and forth
but just threaten him to stop and its like a different man lies before you
just imagine him beg for you to get him off in that deep voice
Luke Randolph
i'm a huge suporter of the 'luke only cuddlefucks' theory that a great researcher (me) brought to life
i mean that man sleeps the entire day so why not, right?
he gets horny really fast, just like Gilbert
hes also big, and i dont only mean his body
big boy, gimme a big booooy-
strong hands hold you in place - in front of him, holding you against his chest while slowly fucking you from behind
100% whispers sleepy shit into your ear
honestly so sweet
idk why this is so funny to me but imagine him just falling asleep mid-sex
you're just laying there like '...uh''
lucky for you, this man is into sleep play, so just finish the job yourself~
Yves Kloss
honestly? i think hes one of those really cute and soft tops
soft tops are the best, are they not
but i don't think hes really focused on the sex part
hes a big aftercare guy
he honestly just wants to spoil you and make sure you're all pretty for him
150 step korean skincare routine after every single session without fail
bathing together with him is the most normal thing in the world
hums into your ear while massaging your shoulders
praise praise praise
i honestly think that Yves would be so fucking obsessed with you - in a non-weird way tho
if youre comfortable then he is too <3
Jin Grandet
alright, heres my completely objective take on him
daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy
god i love this man so much
crush me with those honke- okay, sorry
i think hes the kind of guy who doesn't want to have one big session but like short ones scattered across the day
lil quickies yk
hes also shameless
so he just pulls you away whenever he wants to and you know what he wants
he has these 'please im so horny its not cool anymore' eyes
and if youre like me then fuck it, leggo
gives zero fucks about how loud you are
castle staff hates it when he does that but as i said
shameless (hot) asshole
Licht Klein
grumpy ass bottom
not even bratty, just grumpy as fuck
but i think thats what makes the entire thing so thrilling for him
yeah so what if he doesnt care what you do? what are you gonna do about it?
okay maybe hes a little bratty
not the guy that makes a lot of sounds while having sex
he kinda just lays there enjoying the attention hes getting from you - the sex is just a lil bonus
tries to take control on very impatient days
but nuh- uh, his moody ass is staying down
100% sure that he has these 'pls humiliate me' days
theyre rare, yeah, but getting told hes the 'bad sibling' his entire life fucked a little with his brain
pls give him aftercare
Leon Dompteur
i swear i need three tries to get his last name right every single fucking time
anyways, this mans obviously a top
he treats you like youre the deity hes praying to every single day
literally worthsips you so much
i think hes a big vanilla boi
no choking or bondage, just sweet sweet vanilla sex
his hands are huge and everywhere, like a blanket that just never ends
big praise guy too
loves to give it and absolutely thrives off of getting some back
please tell him that hes doing a good job, tell him how good his cock is making you feel
hes a big cuddler too, so get ready for some cozy aftercare <3
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Guys, I'm sorry, I love Zootopia and all, but Judy SUCKS, she sucks SO BAD oh my God....
I feel like I'm gonna get slaughtered for this.
You may not wanna hear this but she's literally a racist cop, I'M S O R R Y.
There are so many things that as a black adult, I didn't pick up on as a child because Judy was the cute fluffy protagonist of the movie, so lemme explain.
The film starts, and everything's fine, Judy's overcoming her obstacles, and proving everyone wrong, because she herself is getting discriminated against for being a bunny (which, I'm pretty sure all the discrimination she faces is a metaphor for sexism, seeing as she is prey, not a predator.) Anyway--- Everything's good right? Everything's peachy keen.
Then Nick enters the picture.
This is when everything goes down hill.
Nick is walking. Minding his own FUCKING BUSINESS bro. The only reason why he caught Judy's attention was because he nearly got RUN OVER by some random bitch who honks their horn and says "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING F O X." To which Nick looks slightly annoyed before going about his business.
That's it. That's all. He almost got run over, and then he literally just w a l k s off.
But Judy decides??? To follow him???
Judy decides to follow him on the basis that he's a fucking fox, bro. Don't act like it's anything else, he didn't DO ANYTHING.
He stood there, he kinda looked around a bit, and he entered a shop. This behavior is only suspicious if you look at it under a lense of "uh oh!!! Foxy boy is shifty, he's LOOKING around before entering a store!! Clearly a crime is about to take place!!!" which--- WHAT? Come on bro.
But what's worst is, he enters the shop, right?
Judy follows him, again, on the basis that he is a fox, WITH HER HAND. ON HER FOX SPRAY.
I'm sorry--- No.
Immediately no.
This film is a whole in-your-face metaphor for racism, where predators are minorities/people of color.
So, let's apply this to real life, shall we?
A cop stalks a black man into a store because he looked "suspicious," to which they immediately put their hand on their holster.
N O .
NOOOOOOO!!!!!
Absolutely NOT!!!
WHAT IS THIS??? HELLO???
To her credit, she hears the racist fucking shop owner being racist, and decides to stand up for nick.
Good for her!
After Nick gives his sob story, or whatever, Judy buys him the popsicle he wanted, right? Cool.
Here's some shit that gets to be as an adult, and it's so subtle.
"You know, it burns me up to see folks with such backwards attitudes towards foxes. I just wanna say you're a great dad, and just a... real articulate fella!"
HUH.
I'm sorry, WHAT?
bro why you SAY IT LIKE THAT???
You're so articulate. HONEY WHAT? Is that some sorta surprise for you??? You say this as if it's something out of the norm for a fox! Which--- remind you--- Nick is clearly a MINORITY.
Imagine being a black person, and a white person comes up to you and goes "Oh my god, you're so articulate!!" bitch bye.
BYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
AND NICK KNOWS WHAT SHE SAID IS BULLSHIT TOO BECAUSE HE SAYS "Oh-- That is such high praise. It's rare that I find someone so nonpatronizing" which is--- as an adult, SUCH CLEAR SARCASM. GET HER ASS NICK.
Anyway---
She sees them later in the day, to which she realizes she was fucking scammed. Jipped. Bamboozled.
Nick and his partner melt the giant elephant popsicle, and turn them into a bunch of small popsicles, and turn a profit selling them to the smaller citizens of Zootopia, and then selling the popsicle sticks as lumber
And I'm not gonna sit here and act like Nick is an angel who can do no wrong, because he literally fucking scammed her, BUT....
Here's the big but---
Technically, he's not doing anything illegal here. (He does do other things I'm sure is illegal, but this ain't one of em)
Judy follows them and witnesses the business in full action, an realizes her ass got fucking hoodwinked in the bitch, to which she IMMEDIATELY TRIES TO ARREST HIM.
okay, ma'am.
But you know what? Let's give her the benefit of the doubt--- She doesn't think he has a permit, or any of the other required paperwork. Which is an assumption on her end, but you know what, that's fair enough, and it is her job to check to see if he has those things I suppose.
Nick PULLS OUT THE PAPERWORK, refutes her claim of him false advertising, and goes about his day.
This. Is the point. Where you LEAVE HIM ALONE.
LEAVE. HIM. ALOOOOOONNNNNEEEE.
Yes, he tricked you, you got fucking jipped, I'm sorry bro, that shit sucks, but technically, he didn't do anything illegal!!!
LEAVE. THE MAN. ALONE.
Mans is doing his thing, and you may not agree with how he goes about it, and that's fair, he lied to you, that's not good, but he's no doing anything illegal so LEAAAAAAAVVEEE.
They really try to play this scene off as funny banter, because Nick made a comment that upset her so she followed him, but no--- NO. If this were a real life scenario it would not be okay under any circumstance bro, I'm sorry.
Nick proceeds to be sexist towards Judy because GODDAMMIT of course he is (again, her struggles as a bunny are implied to be a metaphor for sexism, and he proceeds to poke and prod at the fact that she's a bunny cop, way to go Nick.)
So basically goes "OH yeah??? I'm a criminal?? Well you're a BIMBO (derogatory)"
To sum it up...
This whole first section of the movie is literally JUDY RACIALLY PROFILING NICK.
She sees a fox literally minding his own business and decides to follow him, because "oh no fox bad". She follows him into an icecream shop, HAND ON HER WEAPON, to which she finds out "wait. he's actually trying to B U Y SOMETHING???" and tries to leave him alone. She gets jipped with Nick's sob story about not being able to buy his son a popsicle for his birthday. Realizes he was turning a profit off the giant popsicles, tries to get him arrested for not having a permit and false advertising. To which, after proving he does have a permit, and refuting the claims of false advertisement, she FOLLOWS AND HARRASSES HIM.
BRUH.
Nick is basically a black man (don't you dare say he isn't this whole movie is about RACISM, to which predators are the minorities, and nick is a predator) and he got racially profiled and harassed by a fuck ass cop, bro.
I'm a black person!!!
I've faced, or at least SEEN literally all of these fucking microaggressions, please believe me when I say...
JUDY IS F U C K I N G R A C I S T .
Or a the very least, she does very racist things!
I could go more into detail about all the little shit she does in this movie that gets under my skin, but I'm not gonna because my mom's rushing me to do some shit so I gotta go, but I might speak more about this later because HOLY SHIT.
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talia-rumlow · 1 year
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My Brother´s Best Friend (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Three - You´re Reading Porn! (Some sex talk)
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For the next hour, you go through the house one more time. Make sure you haven’t forgotten anything. Lights off, no stove left on. Good.
A honk sounds from outside. You walk out in the hallway, get your shoes on, and grab your bag and your suitcase. Honking again. More this time. Shut the fuck up, Brock! God, you haven’t even reached the car yet, and he is annoying you. This is promising. God!
You step outside, and send him an annoying look. He laughs back at you. Gets out of the car, ready to take your suitcase, and put it in the back for you. You snatch it from him.
– I can handle myself, thank you.
He sends you a teasing smile. Great, he hasn’t changed a bit.
– I know, YN!
Stupid! Just like he always was, and just like he’ll always be. Screw this.
– You could have knocked on the door you know! I have neighbours..
He lets out a little laugh, and playfully nudge your shoulder.
– Now, where’s the fun in that?
You hit his shoulder as hard as you can. He looks at you, tilts his head a little. You look back, angry.
– Careful, YN! I might fight back.
You roll your eyes at him.
– Sure you will. Just get me there safely, OK. And DON’T talk to me!
– OK, YN! No need to bite my head off. This was a detour for me.
You roll your eyes at him again.
– Oh, so you did this out of the kindness of your heart? Am I supposed to be thankful? You could’ve said no, you know!
He looks at you. It looks like he doesn’t get why you’re so hostile. Well, no surprise if he doesn’t remember. It’s not like he cares about anything other than himself, anyway.
– Well, I thought a three day trip with company sounded more fun than doing it alone. I’m starting to think I was wrong about that.
He opens the passenger door for you. You don’t get in, instead you get in the backseat.
– Just get me there in one piece, OK?
You say, before you close the door. Put your air-pods in, turn up the volume, and fish up a book.
Rumlow turns around, look at you. His lips moving, but because of the music you can’t hear what he says. He reaches for your air-pod. You slap his hand away. Turn off the music, and look at him.
– WHAT?
– Are you gonna lie back there the entire trip?
– What does it look like?
Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. You turn the volume back up.
– Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
He says, but you can’t hear him.
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«I don’t make love. I fuck hard»
Fuck, why did you pick this book? It’s not like you haven’t read it before. You love this explicit stuff. That’s almost all you read. It’s just that 50 Shades Of Grey is NOT a good book to read, when you’re with… Fuck! You can’t exactly change the book now either. Forget it, YN! Keep reading. Don’t think. At least not about him.
You don’t know how much time has passed, when Rumlow clamps the breaks in, the sudden stop, makes you violently slide off the seat, and down on the floor. Your book gets thrown into the front seat, and one of your air-pods rolls under the drivers seat.
– What the hell! What was that for?
You yell at him. He turns around, smiles at you.
– I warned you!
You get up from the floor. Rubbing your shoulder.
– No, you didn’t!
– Yes, I did. And if you were a little bit more cooperative, you would have heard me!
– Pfft.. Cooperative…
You lean forward to get your book from the front seat, but he beats you to it. You try to snatch it from him. But he’s faster than you. Reads the Book Blurb. Then he turns to you, and smirks.
– You’re reading porn!
You try to snatch the book again. Once more he’s faster than you.
– It’s erotica!
He laughs, lets his tongue glide teasingly over his lips. You swallow.
– Whatever helps you sleep at night! It’s porn!
– Fuck you, Brock! And give me my book back!
He hands you your book, but keeps holding on to it, when you try to take it.
– I have rules. If you follow them, I’ll reward you. If you don’t, I’ll punish you…
– Huh?
What is his fucking problem. God! Is you reading erotica like an invite to sex? He’s even more arrogant than you remember him.
– Is that really how you like to be fucked?
– What?
– That’s what he says in the book. It says so right there.
He points to the back of the book. Then he smirks at you again.
– Screw you!
You snatch the book back.
– And find my air-pod!
Another smile. Another lick over his lips. Where is he going with this?
– So this is how this is going to work? You ordering me around?
He slowly nods his head while he’s talking to you. Does he really think he has a chance? Cocky!
– It’s your fault that I lost it. You and your stupid breaks!
He gets out of the car. Reaches under his seat, and get your air-pod up from the floor. Gives it back to you. When you’re about to put in back in your ear, he stops you.
– You know, it would be great to get to actually talk to you.
– Talk about what, Brock?
– I don’t know. Your book maybe!
His laugh annoys you more than you can take. You lift the book, and try to hit him with it. He ducks, and that makes him laugh even more.
– I might have gotten you all wrong, YN. Maybe you’re the one with the rules.
You don’t want to continue this conversation. It’s going places you do not want to end up.
– Why did you stop, Brock?
He looks at you.
– I’m hungry.
He points to a diner.
– You want anything?
Well, couldn’t hurt to eat something. You exit the backseat. Rumlow isn’t moving. He just stands there right in front of you. You open your mouth, ready to tell him to get the fuck out of your way. When he carefully removes your air-pods, leans into the backseat, pushing you backwards, you almost fall down on the seat. His arms on each side of you. Him looking over your shoulder. Putting the air-pods back in the box.
– You don’t need these when we eat.
He stands up, but waits a bit when his lips pass by your neck. His breath tickling you. You swallow again. What is his deal? You push him away.
– Yeah.. Like that’s ever going to happen!
– What’s not gonna happen?
You walk past him. Intentionally bump into him.
– Nothing, Brock! Nothing is going to happen.
You keep walking towards the diner, not turning around. So you don’t see his smirk.
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iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.
the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.
wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.
hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.
it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.
iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.
over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.
hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.
he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.
god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.
“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...
oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.
hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”
the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”
“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.
“look, i-“
“iwa-chan, i’m-“
they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.
hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”
toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”
he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”
iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.
“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”
all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.
a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.
“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.
they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—
“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”
the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.
“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.
iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.
hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”
and then he was gone.
toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.
apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.
you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.
“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”
toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”
you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.
“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.
inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.
you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.
“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.
he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.
later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.
dear yn,
i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.
i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.
you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.
uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.
sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.
he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.
anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.
take care of yourself,
iwaizumi hajime
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wisteriashouse · 3 years
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three pointer.
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pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader
genre: fluff, romance, college!au
word count: 2453
remarks: for @kyojoroo​ who mentioned something about a college!au for kyojuro!! this is a bit of an ugly draft, but i just wanted to post it anyway (because i spent too much time on it) i hope you enjoy it!
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“Great game!” 
“Yeah, you were a beast on the court, captain!”
“That last shot was insane! We wouldn’t have won without you!”
“Thanks, everyone,” Kyoujurou laughs as he steps into the communal showers, peeling off his basketball jersey as he goes. After a whole after non of so called friendly matches against a rival college, Kyoujurou can’t wait to get into the showers to wash all the sweat and grime that has accumulated off his body. “We all did great today, not just me. It’s our victory.”
“Oh, stop it with the humility, Rengoku, it’s embarrassing to watch,” someone shoves his shoulder playfully from the back - Kyoujurou turns around to see Tengen grinning at him as he steps into the shower next to his, tossing his own jersey to the side. “I’ll eat my gym socks if the headhunters aren’t brawling over you at this year’s nationals. They’ll be like a bunch of piranhas trying to get a piece of that ass.”
Kyoujurou shakes his head, but there’s a pleased smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Let’s just focus on making it to the finals firsts,” he says with a quick laugh, stripping off his shorts and stepping into the shower. Cold water runs down his back, splashes over his face. He glances at the clock hanging on the wall.
Five minutes to eight.
He reaches for the soap just as one of his teammates starts asking around where the rest want to head to for dinner. There’s a smattering of replies from the team, consisting of answers ranging from Wendy’s to the sushi place down the street, punctuated by the sound of running water. Kyoujurou, however, does not answer, focusing his attention on rinsing his hair clean of any soap suds before he’s reaching for his towel to dry himself off. 
Tengen, who’s in the shower next to him, notices how quickly he’s moving.
“What’s with the rush?” Tengen calls as Kyoujurou roughly dries his hair. “Are you that eager to head to dinner? Or,” his smile turns sly, “is it because of the cute waitress there who has the hots for you?”
“What? Don’t be stupid,” Kyoujurou reaches for his shirt, tugging it over his head and casting another glance at the clock. Eight o’ clock now. Damn, he’s late. “Besides, I’m not having dinner with you guys today. I have something else on.”
Tengen raises his eyebrows so fast Kyoujurou thinks that they might just fly off his forehead. “You have something else on?” He repeats, so loudly he might as well be trying to broadcast it to Mars. And to nobody’s surprise, least of all Kyoujurou’s, everyone in the showers is immediately aware of Kyoujurou’s dinner plans.
“Ehh? Captain, you’re not coming with us for dinner?”
“Yeah, we were gonna treat you and have some drinks after!”
“No, no, everyone, let him go,” Tengen’s eyes glint, and instantly Kyoujurou knows that his thoughts are ballooning far beyond the reaches of reality. “He’s definitely got himself a date, fucking finally-” Kyoujurou slaps a hand over Tengen’s mouth to shut him up before another word can leave him. The man might be one of his best friends, but god can he be annoying sometimes.
“I am going to dinner with a friend.” Kyoujurou emphasizes on the word ‘friend’. Tengen waggles his eyebrows very suggestively at him.
“A very… flamboyant type of friend?” He suggests, and Kyoujurou throws his towel at him. This, unfortunately, only serves to make Tengen all the more insufferable than he already is, the man dissolving into a bout of uncontrollable laughter. Kyoujurou groans.
“Stop it.” Sending one last look at the clock, he gathers up his things and shoves them into his backpack before pulling on his varsity jacket as fast as he can. “I’m meeting a very friend sort of friend for dinner, so don’t get any funny ideas. And stop it with the moaning noises,” he directs his last comment at Tengen, who’s still laughing at him. “I’ll see you guys for training tomorrow!”
As expected, a few shout goodbye in return while the rest hoot and holler for him to introduce them to his ‘special friend’ soon. With a quiet laugh and a shake of the head, Kyoujurou steps out of the sports hall, grateful for the cool evening air against his warm cheeks. Really, why do they feel the need to tease him like that?
He’s just about to take off at a light jog when his phone vibrates in the front pocket of his jeans.
Wincing around a slight smile, he hits ‘answer’ and raises the phone to his ear without a glance at the caller ID, the soles of the shoes slapping lightly against the pavement as he picks up a steady pace.
“Hey.” Kyojuro says. He hopes his voice doesn’t sound too breathless.
“You’re late.”
“We went into overtime and the match ended late.” The lights are red when he reaches the crossroads, so he slows his pace and takes a moment to catch his breath. A car honks loudly opposite him. “Sorry about that.”
“Hmm.” A noncommittal noise, and then a pause. “What do you want for dinner?”
“Dinner?” He repeats. The lights turn green, and he begins to jog once more. “Uhh… a double cheeseburger set and a coke zero.” It’s difficult to run and talk at the same time, more so over the phone with his backpack jostling with every step he takes. 
“Tempura side?”
A short bark of laughter leaves him. “You know me too well.” There’s a smile stubbornly clinging to his lips. He doesn’t want to get rid of it.
“You’re about as easy to read as a piece of paper.” A snort, then quieter, “I’ll be waiting for you at the diner.” Before Kyoujurou has the chance to say his own goodbye, the call hangs up on him. He holds the phone up, looks at it for a moment in amusement and laughs, before shoving his phone back into his pocket and quickening his pace, a new spring in his step.
You’re not a person who likes to be kept waiting.
>>> 
The distance to the diner isn’t very far from the sports hall, so Kyoujurou takes only about ten minutes, at a light jog, to make it there. Slightly out of breath from the exertion, he takes a moment to catch his breath and collect himself, before he pushes open the door to the diner, eyes immediately searching the inside for-
You’re seated at one of the booths, dressed in a comfy oversized hoodie and idly scrolling through your phone as you wait for him, two trays of untouched food on the table in front of you. At the sight of you, his mood lifts instantly - you don’t seem to have noticed him yet, so he waits for a moment before he makes his way over to you, sliding into the seat opposite.
You look up from your phone, and Kyoujurou beams, shucking his bag to the side.
“Hey.”
You raise an eyebrow at his chipper attitude, glancing at the screen of your phone as you set it to the side. “You are,” your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek, “twenty minutes late.”
Kyojuro puts his palms flat on the table and bows his head sincerely. “I am very sorry,” he says, suitably chastened. “Please forgive me.” You look at him for a moment, then open your mouth to speak.
“Did you win?”
At that, the smile that Kyoujurou has been trying so hard to keep down inevitably breaks through. “Mmhmm,” he says, and he swears he catches a ghost of a smile touching your lips as well.
“Then I’ll let you off this time.” You push his tray towards him, condensation gathering on the outside of his drink. You’ve been waiting twenty minutes for him, after all. 
“You could have started eating first, you know?” Kyoujurou says, slightly worried as he begins unwrapping his burger. “It’s not healthy to eat too late, and I know you skipped lunch for your project today.”
You shrug off his concern, lazily stealing a fry from his tray before he can stop you (not that he would, even if he could). “Wanted to eat together.” Is all you say in form of an answer, before popping it into your mouth.
Kyoujurou blinks at you, then reaches over to put a few more fries on your tray. He really needs to work on hiding his smile.
“Have some more, then.”
The two of you eat in comfortable silence amidst the chatter and noise ongoing behind you. Occasionally, Kyoujurou pauses between bites to ask you about your day, how your tests went. Conversation swells and ebbs easily between the two of you, never awkward, and the silence is always comfortable.
He finishes his meal first, demolishing the entire tray of food in a few big bites that would make Godzilla proud. Calling for an ice cream (because he’s still hungry), Kyoujurou settles his head on his hands, content to watch you eat, but to his surprise, you’re the one who speaks up first with an unexpected question.
“So, nationals.” You say, slowly. “When are they?”
Kyoujurou pauses, then blinks up at you, unsure if he’s mistaken the word ‘finals’ for ‘nationals’. You’ve never showed an interest in any of his basketball matches before, due to your dislike of large crowds and excessive screaming - hence, almost every basketball game ever. As far as he remembers, you’ve never even been to a game since… well, ever. Still, you asked, so Kyoujurou will answer. 
“They start next month.” Kyoujurou sits up, back a little more straight. “Why?”
Ignoring his question, you simply continue. “It’s a big deal for you, isn’t it?” You lift your burger and take a bite out of it. “Your future, and all that.”
Kyoujurou exhales a bit before he smiles again. “Yeah, it’s huge. All the headhunters from the professional teams will be watching. I can’t afford to show them anything but my best if I’m serious about becoming a professional athlete in the future.”
You make a face. “That sounds… awful, to be honest.” Kyoujurou laughs at that. Instead of taking another bite of your burger, you take a breath, set it to the side and look at Kyoujurou seriously. Confused by the sudden change in mood, Kyoujurou looks back at you, back straightening subconsciously and leaning forward more so that he can hear you better. “Since that’s the case, do you…” you pause for a second, seemingly hesitant, which really piques Kyoujurou’s interest. “Do you want me to-”
Kyoujurou never does find out what it is that you’re suggesting, because in the next second you’re interrupted by an ice cream being set down on the table between you. You, as usual, fall silent in the presence of an unexpected stranger, and Kyoujurou wants to groan. Talk about bad timing. It had seemed serious.
“Oh, it’s you again, captain.” Kyoujurou looks up to see the waitress smiling at him - she’s the one who usually serves his team when they stop by here for team dinners. He returns her smile politely. “It’s surprising to see you here with someone other than your team.”
“I had plans with a friend,” Kyoujurou gestures at you, not noticing the slight frown that tugs at your mouth. The waitress’ mouth forms a slight ‘o’ of realisation at the word ‘friend’, fidgeting with the serving tray in her hands before she speaks again.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your time with your friend here,” she says, suddenly, and her nervous tone gives Kyoujurou pause. Was Tengen right somehow? Did she really have a crush on him? “But you’re a sweet person and I think you’re really cute, so… if it’s alright… may I have your number to get to know you better?”
Kyoujurou blinks up at her, caught off guard by the sudden question - yet he finds his eyes instinctively straying to you. Your expression is neutral, both hands wrapped around his sundae as you begin digging into it, seemingly paying no attention at all to his business with the waitress.
Pressing his lips together, Kyoujurou turns back to the waitress, giving her a smile. “Thank you for your affection, I’m deeply honoured. However,” he pauses, making sure that his voice is carefully gentle before he continues, “I’m afraid that I already have someone else I am interested in. My deepest apologies.”
“Oh.” Her voice comes out tiny. Her eyes dart towards you, just for a moment, but once again you don’t seem to notice, attention still completely riveted on his ice cream. “No, no, it was my fault. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” 
“Not at all!” Kyoujurou is quick to reassure her. “I think you’re a lovely woman, surely soon you will meet a partner worthy of you who returns your feelings.”
The waitress squeaks out a ‘thank you’ before she escapes into the kitchen, serving tray clutched to her chest. With that over, Kyoujurou turns back to you with an apology on his lips, only to be surprised to see that you’re staring at the kitchen door the waitress has just disappeared through.
“That happens often,” you comment lightly, taking another bite of his sundae. “You must be used to rejecting them by now. Did you come up with that excuse on your own?”
I’m afraid I already have someone else I am interested in.
Kyoujurou’s mouth opens, lips parting slightly and an answer hanging from the tip of his tongue, but before the words can escape him he closes his mouth firmly. He looks at you, watching as you swirl a fry in his ice cream before popping it into your mouth, before you look up at him expectantly. It is not in his nature to lie, so…
“You’ve finished all my ice cream,” he says, tone lighthearted. “I wanted dessert, you know.”
You glance at him, eyes narrowing slightly, but you don’t press the issue, looking down at his ice cream again. “I’ll buy you another one if you want.” You shrug. “Food always tastes better when stolen from someone else.”
Kyoujurou has to shake off a smile before he rises to his feet, hiking his bag over his shoulder. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm.” Although the stroll is done so in comfortable silence, the topic of the waitress does not resurface, and Kyoujurou can’t help but feel just a hint disappointed. When you bid him goodbye at the door, your expression is just as unreadable as ever, and Kyoujurou does not know what to make of it.
He never manages to find out what it was that you wanted to talk about, either.
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cowboy-eddie · 3 years
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Tumblr Exclusive: Dodged A Bullet
(No, not that one. We’re not talking about that one)
(That’s kinda ironic though and COMPLETELY unintentional and now I can’t change the title lmao)
Since I would rather laugh than cry, here’s a stupid little fic about one time when Chris picked up on a saying going around the firehouse and the person he got it from? You won’t expect it.
“Oh, for the love of-“
“He’s definitely got a tiny dick.”
Eddie gaped, looking at Christopher through the rear view mirror. Stuck in LA traffic, already ten minutes late to work, and some idiot had just cut Eddie’s truck off on a particularly dangerous highway. Eddie slammed on the breaks, honking his horn before turning to look at Christopher in the backseat.
“Did you want to repeat what you just said, buddy?”
“That guy who cut you off, dad. He has a tiny dick.”
It was really hard for Eddie not to laugh. Sighing, he reached into the backseat.
“Switch please. You know better than to say rude words like that.”
Christopher handed over the device and Eddie tossed it on to the passenger seat, tucked under his duffel bag. It wasn’t until he’d managed to drop Chris off at school and get to work that Eddie remembered what Christopher had said in the traffic, and he immediately went looking for the one person Christopher would copy without hesitation.
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“Buck!”
“Ah shit. I know that face.”
Buck put his phone in his back pocket, grimacing at Eddie.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why did my ten year old just say the person who cut me off in traffic has a tiny dick?”
Buck’s eyebrows shot up and Eddie could see the corner of his lips twitching.
“Man, you know you have to watch what you say near him, he’s at the age-“
“-Eddie, I swear, that wasn’t me. I have never sworn in front of Christopher.”
“Last week you literally said, and I quote, ‘son of a bitch Eddie, can you NOT stick your fucking cold feet on my legs?’”
“That doesn’t count, I didn’t know he was there! He’s sneaky when he’s not using his crutches.”
Buck raised his hands in surrender.
“It wasn’t me who taught Chris to say that. I swear.”
Eddie sighed, mainly in defeat because he knew Buck was telling him the truth. Turning on Hen and Chim, he put his hands on his hips and did his best dad-frown, which just made Chim laugh.
“I know you’re trying to dad-glare us, but it just looks like you’re really constipated.”
Hen snorted, shoving her elbow into his side.
“It wasn’t us, Eddie. Neither of us have driven Christopher anywhere recently.”
“Well it was one of you!”
“It wasn’t one of us, Eddie. Chill out, kids do this stuff all the time.”
Chim waved Eddie off, but Eddie had a comeback of his own.
“When Jee starts swearing, I’ll remember that.”
“Oh my god, Jee is gonna swear. My little girl is gonna let filthy words rip when she’s pissed off. I have to call Maddie.”
Chim looked disturbed for a second and Eddie rolled his eyes.
“If it wasn’t one of you, I’m gonna have to question people I’d really rather not.”
“Like who, your grandma?” Chim asked, apparently having recovered from his temporary crisis. The second he realised what he’d said Hen smacked a hand over his mouth, laughing at her idiot for a best friend.
“Well yeah, Chim, like my grandmother. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her even utter a cuss word.”
“I don’t think your grandma knows what swearing is, Eds.”
“Oh, she does, but she’s always the one to tell us off. One time my dad said crap and she chased him for ten minutes with a wooden spoon.”
Eddie winced absentmindedly, seemingly remembering something.
“You can imagine her reaction when 15 year old me said Fuck.”
Buck grinned, getting up to press a hand to Eddie’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, Chris was gonna pick up on it at some point. It’s not like you don’t swear.”
“That’s different. He said someone had a tiny dick, Buck.”
That did it. Hen, Chim and Buck snickered together and Eddie couldn’t even pretend to be pissed as he started laughing with them.
“I’m gonna have my hands full when he’s a teenager right?”
“Yes,” Hen and Buck said simultaneously.
-~-
“Abuela, Pepa, can I ask you a question?”
“We’ve already had the talk, Eddie,” Pepa said seriously as she took a seat at the dining talk and Eddie flushed red, groaning as he remembered his parents refusing to give him the talk so Pepa had done it. Being the only boy of his family and receiving the talk from his aunt was definitely something Eddie would rather forget.
“Thank you, Pepa, I’ll never let that go. No, uh, it’s about Christopher.”
“Oh, Edmundo, he said something interesting yesterday. I can’t remember what it was...”
Abuela furrowed her brows for a moment, trying to recall what her great-grandson had said and Eddie’s eyebrows shot up.
“Were you in the car by any chance?”
“No, we were in the grocery store. Someone was being rude in the queue, a man wasn’t wearing his mask...”
“Oh my- Abuela, I-“
Eddie’s Abuela’s lips quirked up, and she laughed.
“Oh, yes, young Christopher has a brilliant imagination.”
“I’m so sorry Abuela, I had no idea he’d picked up the saying. I’ve had a talk with him-“
“-what saying? He simply told the man if he didn’t want to wear his mask then he wouldn’t get any presents for Christmas.”
Eddie promptly shut his mouth. Pepa looked to him and squeezed his arm.
“What did you want to ask us?”
“Has anyone been talking about genitals in front of my ten year old?”
“Edmundo!” Pepa and Abuela both exclaimed, surprised and Eddie raised his hands in surrender as he slowly backed off his chair.
“I’m gonna see myself out. Night Abuela, Tia Pepa-“
“-Eddie! Back here now!” Pepa yelled after him but he was out the door faster than she could yell his middle name.
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The next morning, Christopher was having breakfast when he looked up at Eddie.
“Dad?” He began and Eddie hummed, not really paying attention.
“When can I have my switch back? I promised Denny that we would play Minecraft together tonight.”
Eddie sighed and reached into his work bag, producing the device.
“After school and only after your homework is done. I’ll tell Carla.”
“I don’t understand why you took it in the first place,” Christopher said and Eddie was glad he’d raised his son to be honest with him.
“Chris, you know what you said in the truck yesterday, when we got cut off in traffic?”
Christopher beamed, giggling and Eddie really wanted to laugh it off too but he had to play bad cop for a moment.
“Okay, well if I hear you say it again, there’ll be no switch for a week. It’s not- you’re ten, Christopher- I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you saying stuff like that.”
“Okay dad,” Christopher frowned, and Eddie squeezed his arm.
“It’s okay, you didn’t know, but let’s not say it again until you’re at least forty. Clear? Who even taught you that anyway?”
Christopher was smiling again, clapping his hands and he didn’t hesitate to blab to his father.
-~-
Eddie walked into work that afternoon with a new sense of purpose. Walking straight past Buck, not even stopping to tell Chim his shirt was buttoned wrong, barely acknowledging Hen, Eddie tossed his duffel on the couch and knocked on Bobby’s office door.
-~-
“Hey Bobby, got a second?”
“Did you teach my son to say someone’s got a tiny- well-“
“What are you-“
Eddie crossed his arms, raised his eyebrow ever so slightly and Bobby raised his hands in surrender.
“In my defence, Athena said it not me.”
“Mmhmm.”
Eddie didn’t look particularly convinced but he didn’t look particularly convinced either.
“Apparently it’s something Michael says when he’s annoyed, it makes him feel better. Male or female, young adult or elderly, he just lets rip.”
Eddie’s lips twitched, and Bobby grinned at him.
“You can’t laugh about it in front of Chris, but it’s funny right?”
“Not when it’s coming out of my child’s mouth! But- yes, okay, it’s a little funny.”
And finally, Eddie started laughing.
Bobby knew he’d dodged a bullet there. He’d have to inform Athena later to give Eddie a wide berth for a couple days.
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imgonnapanic · 3 years
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Third gym squad with a theater kid s/o:
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Kuroo Tetsurou
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Tbh, he knew what he was signing up for when he started dating you.
He’s just not used to it, because he doesn’t have many extroverted friends who aren’t annoying pieces of-
I can envision you both going on the hub to watch pirated musicals. Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, you name it.
He loooves your singing voice, even if it’s your nervous purposely bad one.
You love the musicals that include allll the good stuff (trauma, death, tragedy, etc.)
Or the iconic ones. You can’t forget about those.
So you’re less-than-thrilled when your school chooses “Honk! The Musical” for this years play.
It’s a spin off of the ugly duckling that no one has heard of.
And when you come up to Kuroo sulking about this boring play you’re emotionally obliged to do, he can’t help but laugh a little.
But his laughter stops when he sees your eyes down at your shoes.
And then he shuts the fuck up because you’re actually upset.
After assuring that you will still be Broadway material even if you’re dressed up as a goose, you feel a little better.
In the two weeks leading up to auditions, Kuroo is starting to get caught humming “A Poultry Tale” at practice.
I mean, his Spotify feed went from Kendrick Lamar to Legally Blonde within one month of dating you, so cut the guy a break.
The day of auditions, you’re a bundle of nerves as you go over the dumb song again and again.
And Kuroo is like “calm down babe you’re gonna do great.”
That sure did a ton.
“Shut up Heather”
...
“Sorry Heather”
He’s also a bundle of nerves at practice, though. He just couldn’t let you see it.
By now, all of the Nekoma team knows you’re auditioning today, and the minute he walks in he just holds up a hand.
“They’re auditioning as we speak”
He’s not surprised when you get the lead.
He looks like the cat who ate the canary he’s a little amused when he figures out the lead is named “Ugly” but by now he has learned to keep it on the inside.
Your schedule is now jam packed, but that’s okay, because Nationals are also coming up for Kuroo and needs to put in some extra hours at the gym anyways.
You better believe two months later Kuroo is making his entire team buy a ticket.
Kuroo didn’t even get to see you on opening night because of dress rehearsals, but that’s okay.
He cleared his entire schedule that day and now has time to wallow in his own excitement and buy you some flowers.
He’s there with the squad team at 6PM sharp, dressed up, and trying to keep his dignity.
When you first walk on stage, the team snickers a little bit at your costume, but Kuroo was completely enraptured by your singing voice, your blocking, your makeup, everything.
This was much better than the demo CD that they had given you.
Afterwards, he gives you your flowers and is glued to your side for the rest of the night, babbling about how proud he was of you, and how talented you are, Nekoma team be damned.
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Tsukishima Kei
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Tsukki-poo already had a soft spot for the arts before he met you.
Not that he would tell anyone, ever.
When you started dating him though, it gave him an excuse to share his favorite soundtracks.
“you can hit that note, you know.”
*cue the arguing about how you aren’t Barbara Streisand*
When you two are walking through the hallway with him and you see the poster reading “Auditions for Karasuno High School’s ‘The Little Mermaid’ are open!” You start freaking out.
You love that movie! And Kei tolerates it!
Kei honestly thought you would be Ariel/Prince Eric when he first heard you singing “Part of Your World”
Like, you have the voice of a fucking lark. The directors have to be batshit crazy not to cast you.
In his humble opinion.
So he’s a bit taken aback when you get the role of Flounder, but he’s very proud anyways. Especially after you explain that there’s musical numbers that you’re in that aren’t in the movie.
He just hates your director for no reason now.
Practicing your lines with him in your free time becomes almost inevitable because you both have nothing else better to do.
And he can see how into it you are.
And let me just say that you are killing it.
Seriously. You have no problem getting into character, and Kei doesn’t say this much but-
It’s fucking adorable, okay? He has little goth moths in his stomach.
And he can’t wait to see the show, because then he can show you off.
That doesn’t mean he likes the other first years prying at your progress.
Hinata’s incessant questioning about theater anatomy and the memorization of your lines gets really annoying.
Even for someone with a normal temper like you-
“Yes it’s called the right wing. NOT wing spiker. Yes they’re off book. Now will you shut your trap already?”
Dress Rehearsals come, and you’re spinning around his room, face morphing from complete concentration to happy, go-lucky Flounder.
You, Kei, and Yamaguchi (your little third wheel-) all know the soundtrack pretty much up and down, left and right, backwards and inside out.
He still shivers remembering the time you just walked into his house not registering that Flounder’s makeup looks kind of scary up close-
All of his pride was sacrificed that day. All of it.
On the morning of opening night, Kei was walking you to the school, pretending to be bitchy about it being on a Saturday.
“C’mon, what am I supposed to do all day?”
As luck would have it, he’s stuck sitting next to one Hinata Shoyo. Lovely.
So he sat down next to him, and ignored him the whole show. I mean, it worked, he shut up after thirty seconds.
After the show, Kei has to wait a bit for you to take your makeup off, but when you come running out, he can’t hold back a tiny grin.
“That was good. I’m proud of you.”
And then he took you to dinner because singing makes a bad bleep hungry 😌
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Bokuto Kotarou
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Listen, you’re loud, Bokuto’s loud-
So basically you two are on a mission to not annoy Akaashi for as long as you can before inevitably getting yelled at for your affection and love and shit.
Now, both of you would love for this to be possible.
But the Frozen soundtrack makes it too difficult.
Especially when you can edit the lyrics just to piss off Konoha.
“Turn away and slAm the door *on Konoha”
“The wind is howling like the storm inside *of Konoha”
The possibilities are endless, really.
The game changer is when you two are belting out the song where Elsa and Anna are arguing.
And you accidentally hit the “I-i-I CANNNNT”
Akaashi is like for the love of GOD just audition for the play.
He quickly realizes that his suggestion was not a good idea.
Since guess what the musical is.
You’re auditioning as a joke, okay? You love Frozen, but this is a Fukurōdani Academy level play.
You didn’t expect to land the role of Olaf.
Your director sat you down and bluntly told you that he thought that you had the charisma and energy to be Olaf, but he knew that you were auditioning for a joke.
He needed you to be committed.
And hell yeah, you were gonna be committed.
At first, Bokuto was super proud of you! His s/o as a lead role? So impressive!
You even taught Bokuto your choreography for “In Summer”
He only retained half of it, but eh.
He’s a volleyball player. He tried.
As rehearsal times became longer and longer, Bokuto was a little upset at himself because he didn’t realize how committed you were until it hit him in the face.
Akaashi is there to get him out of his funk when you aren’t, though.
“They feel the same way when you need to be in the gym longer. It’s just a part of having a passion. Just utilize your time with them wisely.”
This bitch knows full well Bokuto doesn’t do ‘wise’ though, so he also sets to him a little more.
Dress rehearsals start, and Bokuto is always waiting for you to come out of the auditorium to ride the bus home.
You’re just bubbling over with stories about the magic of being on stage.
The lights, the microphones, the costumes, just talking about it makes you nostalgic already.
On opening night, Bokuto and Akaashi are there in the front row, going through the program.
“There’s y/n!!!!”
And you can’t see him because of the blinding spotlight, but you can hear Bokuto cheering for you after you finish “In Summer”
Afterwards he gives you a big hug, and you guys go home and watch Frozen.
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Akaashi Keiji
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When you start dating Akaashi in your second year at Fukurōdani, you’ve been on stage for the last ten years of your life.
Singing, acting, dancing, you love it all.
You’re even considering making it your career.
Akaashi doesn’t know much about theater at all, but he makes sure to do his research since it’s such a big part of your life.
The company you take acting classes with is having their winter show soon, and you couldn’t be happier when you figure out it’s ‘Into the Woods.’
Akaashi makes the mistake of asking the plot of the story.
“So basically there are these two infertile bakers with dead parents and there’s this witch that’s old and wrinkly and she comes to their house because fifty years ago the bakers dad stole her veggies and took the magic beans that made her look old and wrinkly-“
(A/n: this isn’t even half the plot)
He decides he’ll figure it out when he sees the play.
Akaashi knows that it’s a difficult one, though.
Sondheim doesn’t fuck around.
So you shouldn’t be beating yourself up about cracking on some of the high notes and screaming into your pillow.
He feels like an idiot every time you ask him to give you constructive criticism.
He doesn’t know what to say. “That was good” is obviously not what you want to hear.
When the date of your audition rolls around, he has early morning practice.
So he sends you a text saying how far you’ve come already and he’ll be proud even if you end up being a tree and break a leg (he’s very proud of that part. Theater lingo with Akaashi 101)
He’s very pleased to hear through your extremely fast and animated chattering that you killed it.
You were going to be Jack from “Jack and the Beanstalk.”
He’s still not sure how that correlates with infertile bakers, but he’ll go with it.
You also have a notoriously hard solo, “Giants in the sky.”
Akaashi is very impressed.
All you two do is practice that song, until Akaashi is half sure he could sing the song if he really gave an effort.
(He tries seriously one time. He can’t sing. To save his life. Sorry Keiji and RIP y/n’s ears.)
“Maybe you’re just not a soprano?”
“I’ll leave the limelight to you.”
Rehearsals always leave you drained. There are so many dance numbers in the play that you have to go over.
And songs, oh god, the songs are pieces of work.
But you wouldn’t trade it for the world, so Keiji stays close, and is endlessly supportive.
You sent him a picture of your Jack costume, and Keiji is like that is kind of adorable ngl-
He walks into the auditorium you’re performing in, and even he’s nervous to be in there. It’s huge.
But when you walk on the stage, and start belting, all the breath leaves his lungs.
Oh. Ohhhhhhh. He understands the plot now.
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flayn has the biggest hair ever, i wanna know what her green secret is
she’s dumb as hell tho. ooohhh i’m sooo sorry to interrupt!!! btw who is this? honey please the adults are talking
anyway i picked blue lions for the first playthrough since several folks suggested it as a good first route!
annette i will die for but sylvain needs to shut up. i told annette she could treat me as a friend, NOT YOU
ingrid is so valid
felix, shut up. i will wipe the floor with ur level one ass
i just figure these buffoons are babbling and byleth is like :| the whole time
crests are bleh. i guess it’s an interesting idea? i’m annoyed that the dialogue choice here is either “do what you can to find out if i have one!” or “meh don’t look into it.” like i can’t picture byleth as being that eager either way, but a neutral choice would be nice.
hanneman is such a fucking nerd i like him
“pardon my unrestrained jubilation” i’m going to start saying this all the time
kewl, we separate the commoners from the ~nobility~ love that for us
“we try to avoid that but the nobles” oh shaddap you don’t try at all
“avoid improper conduct” seteth are u afraid i’m gonna crabwalk my way to the cafeteria or make out with manuela in front of the entire student body?
THERE IS A DOG AND I CANNOT PET IT
caspar.........excuse u?? SON??? i’ll wipe the floor with u too
oh?? he likes that. okay then
jeritza, i mean this kindly, but ur clown ass didn’t get the job because you’re missing the nose. honk honk
oh gOD a sauna... i’m not gonna hafta blow on my waifu am i
“i only wish i wasn’t burdened with the necessity of sleep” man lysithea slapping me in the face with real truths right out of the gate....i respect her
mercedes calls annette ANNIE... ;o; 
the king’s name was loog. kind of lions......LOOG hghghhh
this random knight is like “huh having all these royals here... better fuckin watch your step cause if anything happened to those kids...wowza it would harm the reputation of the church!” no shit
fishing is INTENSE
okay i did all the things?? idk what i’m doing lmaoo
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moral-turpitudes · 3 years
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Silver Linings: Part 3
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Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts 
Trigger Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing.
Word Count: 1,931
Characters: Alfie Solomons x Adopted Daughter!Reader + Michael Gray x Alfie’s Adopted Daughter!Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | *Part 4* | Part 5
As Y/N put the last of her furniture in the living room, she heard the new phone ring. Running over and picking it up with an exhausted hello.
“I know we got off on a bad foot love, but I’m gonna need you to be careful. That blinder Michael, ya know the one I’ve been meeting for the last month? He’s been shot.” Alfie said, nonchalantly.
“No....” She said, tears welling up in her eyes as she sniffled lightly. The feeling of a lump forming in her throat as she tried to swallow the news.
“Are you crying? You don’t know the lad anyways right? He’s in surgery that’s all I know. Got shot by that damn mafia who’s been causing us problems.” He said.
“I do know him....Where is he? Where’s the rest of Mr. Shelby’s men?” She asked, frantically wiping the tears away.
“Fuck. Y/N is he the one? Is he the one you’ve been with? You could’ve been killed!” He said angrily.
“I know dad, please just tell me where he is....I-I know you’re upset and I know the blinders will be too. I should’ve never came out from the back when they stopped by but god damn it I was trying to do my job and trying to live for myself for once. If you had a shred of decency you’d understand that...now where is he?!” She yelled back, her voice echoing through her rather empty apartment.
“At that hospital in London. I’ll take ya.” He said, she could hear the commotion in the background of his shop as he spoke.
“Okay. Please don’t make this worse than it is. You have a way of doing that.” She said harshly, hanging up the phone and grabbing another bottle of rum she’d stolen from work.
She took a long swig and sat in one of the chairs she’d bought, thinking about the man she just started seeing, hoping he’d be alright. The thoughts of all the worst-case scenarios running through her mind as she downed another sip, the large clock on the wall near her reading nearly 5pm. Her nerves were frazzled from all the moving and the waiting. Her eyes flickering from the phone to the clock every 5 minutes. Yet a loud honking noise soon ripped her from her thoughts as she saw it was her father. She knew he’d find her address eventually. Not knowing he’d find it that quick, unless he threatened her poor driver.
Despite their arguing, Alfie still opened the door for her to get in, silently driving them through the busy streets as she gazed out the window. Tears slowly falling down her cheeks as she watched the sky grow darker as they drove on.
“Look, I don’t know what will happen after they meet ya but make sure you have your gun on ya. You have it don’t you?” He asked after a long silence, his words the opposite of comforting.
“Always, dad.” She said, wiping her tears away.
“If they don’t decide to kill us for hiding ya all these years, they’ll probably try to because you were a risk to that Michael fellow. Beautiful girl such as yourself is always a risk.” He said.
“That why I don’t have a mum? You’re too scared of taking risks?” She remarked, not really caring anymore if the blinders knew of her or not.
“Nah, I think you know well enough that I’ve got a mean mug no one would take two glances at. Besides, me last love got killed. But life goes on I suppose.” He said, looking on as his lit cigar slowly burnt away.
“You’ll find someone. Maybe it’ll be a blinder lady.” She said with a smirk, finally feeling like they were back to their normal banter for a moment.
“If I do ever fall for one of them, do me a favor and dig my hole will ya?” He asked, chuckling.
“Sure will.” She said, her smile slowly fading as they neared the hospital.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want it to make you angry...and didn’t want you to fight them.” She said.
“Love, we fight no matter the situation. If there’s ever a day I’m not yelling at Thomas fucking Shelby then assume that’s the day the world is ending.” He said, getting out of the car with his cane in hand.
As they walked in, they heard Esme crying and running out of the morgue, the blood still fresh on her hands as she ran out past them.
Thomas came out with a lit cigarette in his mouth, an angry-yet saddened look to his eyes.
“Alfie...why are you here aye? Just lost John. Now I’m waiting to hear if I lost Michael.” He said, not taking much notice to the younger girl near her large-framed father.
“I came here to check on the lad. Actually, she came here to check on him.” He said, motioning towards her.
Y/N nervously looked at the man, his blue eyes piercing hers as he examined her like a wolf stalking it’s prey.
“Aye well who are you Ms.? Some whore he fucked?” He asked bluntly.
“Well, actually mate...that’s my fucking daughter. Her names Y/N. Now...she’s actually a lovely woman and she wanted to be here for him cuz they’ve been dating for uh how long?” He asked turning to her.
“About a month so far.” She said crossing her arms and staring the rude gang leader down.
“As she said, about a month. They’ve been dating right under both our fucking noses now what do you think of that aye? Young love never ceases to amaze me I tell ya.” He said, a slightly crazed look in his eye as he towered over Thomas.
“How long have you had a daughter Alfie? You weren’t going to tell me aye?” He asked.
“My brain’s not what is used to be since ya shot me in the face, but uh I’d say ‘round 5 years now. Adopted her from that orphanage near Camden Town. What...you don’t think I’m good at hiding stuff? I’ve had her working in the shops and all that for years and ya never fucking knew.” He said, adjusting his tallit which was draped over his shoulders.
“And bruva, I never fucking told you because I knew one day she’d get hurt if she ever knew ya. And here we are.” He said, flicking his cigar on the ground and stomping it out. Thomas clenched his jaw and looked away, his eyes focusing back on the girl.
“How’d you meet Michael? It surely wasn’t when any of us were around.” Thomas asked, gesturing vaguely. Y/N took a deep breath before speaking, trying to think of the best response to the rude gang leader.
“It was when everyone was around. None of you had the sense to see it though. When you first came in I saw him as I snuck through the shop. We exchanged names, ya know, like what normal people do. And now we’re here of all fucking places.” She said, looking down the hall at the operating room.
“Did you know they were after him? Did he act suspicious?” He asked.
“Jesus christ, why am I being interrogated? You do business with my father not me.” She said.
“Anyone who knows my family is of my concern. That now includes you. He’s been seeing you whenever he’s not with us. What has he told you?” He asked.
“Nothing. He hasn’t really talked about anything. I just know he’s with you lot and that’s it. I swear.” She said, giving him an annoyed look. She wanted to run off, not liking the man within a few seconds of meeting him.
“Mr. Shelby?” A nurse asked from the hall, cutting the tension that filled the room.
“Yeah?” He asked, turning around to face the nurse.
“He’s out of surgery, you...and your guests can see him now.” She said, walking back to her desk.
“We’re your guests? It’s a fucking honor mate. Let’s go shall we?” Alfie asked, never ceasing to pull Thomas’ leg.
All three of them walked in, Michael lying there with his chest bandaged along with his arm where another bullet hit. His face pale and tired as he sat up.
“You made it another day Michael....would you like to tell me what exactly happened?” Thomas asked, his cousins eyes slowly resting on his.
“I did as you asked, warned John and Esme...then his mafia men pulled up in hay covered cars. I shoved Esme inside and John got his shotgun ready...” He said, wincing through breaths.
“Then they shot through him with machine guns. The bullets that hit him, hit me, and a few others flew by. That’s all I remember.” He said, not noticing Y/N in the room nor her father in the corner as his grogginess wore off.
“Alright, well I’ll leave you two be. Alfie let’s have a talk shall we?” He said, going outside to the waiting area. Alfie sighed and followed him, closing the door in the process.
“Y/N...?” He said, rubbing his eyes to see more clearly, thinking he was dreaming.
“Hey...” She said, sitting next to him and holding his hand which was cut up from hitting the ground so hard.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be here.” He said, wincing.
“Well, my dad and I kind of got in an argument earlier. He offered to take me to see you. I couldn’t sit in my new place thinking you were gone.” She said.
“Thank you for seeing me. I didn’t think I’d make it. I uh....I wanted to see you once more. Just to tell you things.” He said.
“What did you want to tell me? Now that you’ve made it I think there couldn’t be a better time.” She said smiling.
“I uh....” He started to say before he sucked in a sharp breath.
“I probably shouldn’t talk much right now but I can show you.” He said. A pained smile forming on his face.
“What are talking about-“ She began, feeling his hand caressing her cheek as he pulled her closer to him. Their lips softly connecting in a long kiss. Y/N’s heart beating rapidly as she deepened the kiss, being mindful of his injuries.
As they broke away, Michael smiled weakly as she felt her face heat up.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you that I wanted to go out...officially. If you’d want to. This just sort of got in the way though aye?” He said gesturing to the bandages.
She nodded and wiped a tear from her cheek as she clutched his hand once more.
“Yeah, I uhm...I would like that. Once you’re better though alright?” She said, her eyes serious despite the tears still falling. He reached up and wiped them away, her leaning her cheek into his palm as he did so.
“Speaking of that though, I had to tell my father and Thomas about us. I’m hoping they haven’t killed each other though.” She said, nervously looking towards the door.
“They can deal with that then, that’s not our concern. They can’t ruin everything.” He said, a slight smirk on his face.
“You sure? I mean can you see where we bloody are right now? If my father can cause your family so much stress I can only imagine what that deviled cousin of yours is planning for us.” She said, not knowing the extent the two hard-headed gang leaders would go to protect their families, even if it meant hurting the ones they loved.
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HOSTIS, Chapter XII: Terminus, Limit
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Previous Chapter (XI: Et Invisibilia Filum)
Member: Lee Hyunjae (tbz)
Genre (by chapter): drama, comedy, suggestiveness
Category: Short Novel/Long Series
“he’s not the one who’s got you wrapped around his finger.”
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red, pink or peach?
tch.
unbelievable.
changing your choice of lipstick because of lee hyunjae?
who am i?
where am i?
you yank the cap off the peach lipstick and start to trace it along your mouth, but a loud, prolonged honk crashing its way through the calm morning startles you, and a peach line gets drawn off your upper lip.
an agitated groan escapes your throat while you wipe the mistake off, and you start to speed up your application of make up, including on your neck.
the honks start to become more frequent, and by frequent you mean like once a fucking minute. 
you find your briefcase and push yourself out through the door, locking it while yelling at him over your shoulder. 
“neighbours are not going to be happy about this!”
“it’s your fault you took so damn long! what are you taking so long for anyway?! there’s literally no amount of make up that can correct how hideous you look!”
your eyes roll in plain sight as you skipped down the steps, and he gets back into the drivers’ seat without helping you with your door. 
the sky was clear today, in stark contrast to the day before. the roads were already bustling with vehicles driving back and forth, some cars had students in them, some cars with some rich guy driving off to work, some were lorries. 
your attention was suddenly yanked back into the car when your jaw was pulled away from the window, and his touch on your chin pissed you off for some reason. 
“interesting choice of lipstick,” he tilts his head and raises a brow, his eyes glued to your lips. a little bit annoyed, you lift your head out of his hold and swat his hand away, suddenly aware of the layer of foundation you had around your neck. his marks from the party four days ago were still there. 
the ache between your legs was gone, but not his stupid territorial marks.
what does he think he is? an animal?
“peach is a common shade, don’t get too ahead of yourself.”
he chuckles and lands both palms on the steering wheel, the light thwack earning your attention from the side of your eyes. 
his grip on the steering wheel pumped up all the veins in his hands, and the lone one or two arteries were showing on the back of his wrists. they trailed along his forearms and disappeared under his rolled up sleeves, and in your peripheral vision, you notice the white dress shirt he was wearing looked a tad tight around his shoulders and chest. 
the car jerks as it moves off, and it also jerks you back into your senses.
fuck’s wrong with me-- ew.
no.
you shut your eyes tightly and open them extremely wide, vision looking straight out the window in complete disgust with yourself. 
traffic was pretty light, given how early it was, and hyunjae must’ve still been in his morning mood because he doesn’t say anything either. 
but hatred and resentment for someone will never be able to match up to hatred and resentment you could harbour against yourself.
your heart was fucking racing for some godforsaken reason when the car starts to reverse into the parking lot.
he wasn't even looking at you -- hell -- it's almost like you weren't in the car.
his arm comes around the passengers seat and his strength pushes the seat forward just slightly, and him turning around to look at the rear of the vehicle reversing does nothing but pull the material around his shoulders and chest even more.
the black tie falls to the center console, and your reflexes decided that turning your head to look at him was a great idea.
the muscle in his neck was strained as he looked behind, and there was a vein shyly exposing itself on his skin under his ear. the contours of his jaw makes your lips feel so unsettled that you had to suck them between your teeth.
the white material that gets stretched around his torso puts stress on the buttons, and his skin was peeking out from the tiny gaps between them.
stop fucking looking man--
the arm that was still reached out for the steering wheel now had the two arteries on display, and the sight in general, coupled with the shitty lighting of the carpark, was making you feel things you shouldn't be feeling.
the car finally stops reversing and you look away, slightly panicked and in shame. his ears were slightly red from the effort, but the blood quickly dissipates once returns into his seat to pull the car into parking mode.
you stay completely still in your seat while he checks all the gears, and there was this nagging voice in your head telling you to cut it out.
but he suddenly reaches across you, his forearm with his stupid arteries just inches away from your chest as he pushes your door open.
not only that, he pulls away only enough for him to rest his palm on your right thigh.
every nerve and muscle freezes, and you were so grateful that they didn't tense up; he would've felt it.
the heat from the carpark swarms into the vehicle as you feel him scan your face from the side, like you were too scared to look at him.
he gives your thigh a small stroke before removing it, hands running all over the gears once more as he says, "get out, i don't think i want to be seen together."
after clocking into your offices, hyunjae leaves for his rounds while you stay in yours to refresh the patient’s records. 
work was such an efficient method to fit you into reality, a place where you could divert and dedicate all your attention to your profession and taking care of patients. 
rather than that annoying man next door. 
your press your peach-tainted lips together and rub them, the layer of coating becoming drier and more stuck to the lines on your lips. the classical music runs its course in the background before your phone alarm sounds, cuing you to start on your rounds before you head over to the research department before lunch. 
hyunjae was already seated in his cubicle and walking around to different research officers to ask some questions about something he was doing. meanwhile, eric greets you with a hug when he walks past the lift you were in.
“y/n! good morning!” 
the physical contact stuns you, but you remind yourself that eric was american-born.
“someone’s in a great mood,” a grin spreads on your face and you watch as he carefully pulls away, a cup of hot coffee in his hands. 
“oh, my god, you’ve got no idea,” he turns and walks to his desk, but his face was still tilted to the side so you could hear him as you followed. “the storm yesterday was insane.”
the enthusiasm in eric’s voice was so contagious, the grin never comes off your face. walking your way to your cubicle, hyunjae stops just close enough for him to say something that was loud enough for you to hear.
“don’t you dare try any funny ideas.”
confusion and slight resentment befall on your face as he walks away, a sneer appearing on your lips before eric catches your attention again. 
his mug was on his table now, and he’s got his butt planted to his chair, rolling his way over to you. 
so cute.
your briefcase gets laid on the table and you start up the computer, eric fiddling around on his phone while waiting for you to sit down so he could start his story. 
“you were saying?” using your feet to position your chair near enough, you slump into your seat and lean back, hyunjae in the distant background getting up from his seat and walking over to another research officer’s cubicle again.
“the thunderstorm blew down this tree right outside my friends’ place yesterday and their car was super wrecked,” the phone gets fished out and he shows you the picture. 
“oh, my god,” your palm covers your mouth at the devastating picture, a picture you’d probably only see in newspapers. “nobody got hurt right?” 
“oh, no,”  eric shakes his head and removes the phone out from your sight. “everybody’s fine.”
“that’s a relief,” the computer screen lights up and your eyes naturally turn towards it, eric still fiddling with his phone. 
“also, y/n, i can’t believe i’m saying this but i accidentally deleted your number yesterday after i got it.”
“you what?” a chuckle breaks free from your lips and you turn to eric, hands already at the desk where your keyboard is.
“yeah, i may or may not have saved it before exiting the page and it’s just gone.”
unbelievable.
“but i’d still like to ask you to hang out sometime soon, so do you want to go for dinner tonight after work or something?” 
your lips part with an answer in mind, but your vision zooms out into wide view and your attention lands on lee hyunjae. 
one arm resting on the cubicle partition, the other hand holding the research document file to his torso, and his eyes glued to you. there was a pen being twirled around in his fingers, and the look in his eyes looked too tempting to manipulate. 
he was warning you.
“dinner after work?” the eye contact breaks and you return your attention to eric. “i have rounds till 6, maybe later, though so if you’re willing to wait then--”
“doctor l/n!” 
eric snaps his head around when hyunjae calls for you, and he was waving the research document file in the air while he walked along the cubicles and stopped between the two of you. 
“sorry... eric,” hyunjae says the name like he hated it. “can i just steal her for a bit-- i got instructions from doctor choi--”
“doctor choi? why are we getting instructions fro--”
“can i just--”
“i’m gonna go...” eric points over his shoulders and glances at the two of you, his feet already pushing himself back to his seat. “tell me if you’re up for dinner tonight later, okay?”
watching him roll away because of lee hyunjae again was such a sour, bitter sight. hyunjae’s shadow covered you from the morning sun, and you angle your head upwards to squint at his features that were darkened from the silhouette. 
his shoe comes into sharp contact with your chair but it doesn’t make a sound besides startling you, and he turns so suddenly, his coat runs into your face. 
“you--” the hiss seethes out between your gritted teeth, and you purse your lips when you realise your lipstick got brushed onto his coat. your eyes widen when you see the small mark, but his one step was so large, he was already too far for you to call without distracting the other research officers in the space. 
the little blob of peach on his coat was so glaring to you, you worried if anybody else was going to see it. three steps became two while struggling to keep up with hyunjae as he walked off into the pantry again. 
the memory you associated with this place starts to flicker like a spoilt bulb in your head, but him dropping the research file on the table in the pantry knocks you out of your thoughts.
“which part of ‘don’t try any funny ideas’ did you not understand?”
so he’s bothered.
“i’ve got no clue what’s wrong with going out with eric though,” an arrogant brow perks itself up on your face and your arms cross your chest. his fingers brush across his forehead, and him being visibly stressed about a lame situation was really making your day. 
the sunlight was brimming in with sharp lines on the floor, the shadow of the window grills making grey squares on the floor behind him. 
a considerable amount of effort was spent to keeping your smirk to yourself, and the frustration that was radiating off him was being lapped up by your confidence like a dog drinking water after a walk. 
he finally stops pacing after a few steps and literally stops an inch away from your nose, the close proximity pulling your pupils away from his direction. 
“how can you even think of other men when you have my hickeys on your ne-- you know what?”
a pause.
“i’ve got two things i need you to know, kitten.”
oh, god
that name.
his scent starts wafting through your nose like poison gas and his breath hits you on your cheek with your face turned away. he was craning his head lower to level your eyes with his, though you were looking somewhere else. 
you tend to forget that he was the stronger ares. 
“one: you’re not available tonight. two: you can flirt with eric all you want but he’s not the one who’s got you wrapped around his finger.”
the reflection off the microwave oven shows you your distressed brows after you process his words, the pain of the truth seeping into your bones against your will and liking. 
your jaw and chin start to get traced with his finger before he pulls your face towards his, and your eyes were already going to shut themselves when you feel just the surface of his lips brush against yours. 
but he stops, and pulls away. 
that cocky smirk surfaces on his lips when he notices your annoyance, and he reverses to retrieve his research file off the table. 
“you seem to forget that i too can play this game, kitten.” 
the nickname kicks you in the gut once more, this time harder and more difficult to swallow. your hardened eyes freeze on his figure while he leaves the pantry, and your temples tighten with frustration when you start to realise he was going to spend the rest of the day proving his point. 
by the end of the day you’ve counted a total of ten times he’s brushed a hand across your waist, touched your hand, bumped shoulders into you, and all you could think of was shoving your research papers down his throat.
the physical contact was only alleviating your need for more, and it wasn’t to your liking that it had to be him. 
and that blotch of peach lipstick on his coat... there was no way he didn’t know it was there. 
was he just waiting for someone to point it out?
by the time you told eric that you wouldn’t be able to make it for dinner, you already had a ton of electricity in your body. 
and by electricity you mean unwarranted displeasure. 
your rounds concluded almost on time, so returning back to the office to find hyunjae idling outside yours was like a nightmare. 
“what do you want now?” the office door clicks open and he follows you in while you pull off your coat and pack your things. 
“what do you mean ‘what do i want’? i told you to tell eric you’re not available tonight because you’re not.”
why did i tell eric i wasn’t available when i didn’t even have a reason...?
“am i expecting to be drugged out and tied to a chair--”
“well, if you’d like that--”
“stop,” you warn with a finger in the air, briefcase already in hand before you turned off the main switch for the stereo. “not another word.”
“request declined,” he looks at you with eyes you should be becoming familiar with, his tongue poking the inner side of his ride cheek. he shifts his weight on his feet and a small smile appears on his lips, the sight of it all only encouraging you to wonder just what the fuck is wrong with you?
you give in first and turn away, picking up your briefcase to exit the office with him tailing you. the lift takes forever to come, and some other doctors come by to speak to him, greeting you in the process. 
“leaving together?”
“yeah, we are.”
what?
“oh, to where?”
to hell--
“my place. we had a little deal for her to give me her opinions on my culinary skills.”
the lift door opens and the ride was so painful to swallow. hyunjae just went off about cooking and being his mother’s helper in the kitchen when he was younger and blablabla...
and the other doctor gets off at another floor while the lift continues down to the basement.
the heat of the carpark swamps the lift when the doors open, yet he doesn’t bother to tell you to follow him. “why the hell am i going to your place to eat dinner?” 
silence.
“lee hyunjae!”
“can you just shut up and get in the car? i don’t want to be seen by anybody else.”
a look of disapproval slaps onto your face as you stormed over, the car beeping when he pulls the car door open. “wha-- you literally just told her that i’m going to your plac--”
“one more word...” the ribbon around your top gets tangled in his grip and pulled forward, just enough energy without him pulling it off. “kitten...”
not again.
“and i’ll make the day even harder for you to tolerate.”
his breath hits your lips when he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, and he dramatically releases the ribbon around your neck. 
“get in. i don’t think you’ll need eric to help you into the car, do you?” 
“you--”
the sudden lack of vocabulary crushes you when his soul dug his way through his pupils, and the light from the car park glimmers off the whites of his eyes. he angles his neck so carefully and it exposes the vein right under his right ear. your knuckles whiten when your grip around your briefcase tightens, and your legs turn to jelly for a split second.
“get in the car, or i’ll show you what it means to be wrapped around someone’s finger,” he drags his finger across your chin and looks at your lips for a second, quickly looking back up at yours without leaning any closer. 
“and right now you’re already halfway there to being wrapped around mine, kitten.”
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Chapter XIII: Inferno
A/N: i felt like this was a rlly shitty chapter imo but it wouldn’t have been complete if i didn’t include this in the line up. it’s really to show the change in dynamics between the two of them so i hope it isn’t too hard to swallow ;(
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High Hopes: Chapter 9
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It wasn't too long before everything came crashing down on her again as Rick honked his horn in front of her and Dove slammed on the brakes to keep from causing a pile up. She grumbled to herself as she reached into her bag to pull out her sunglasses, only to pull out a necklace with a small black crystal attached to it right along with it. The brunette paused for a moment before she let out an annoyed sigh, reached into the bag again, pulled the necklace over her head, and turned off the car. "What's the issue?" She called up to the group by the RV as she exited the car.
"She broke down again," Dale called back to her before her continued to speak to Rick. Dove groaned and ran a hand through her hair as she moved forward to sit in the grass across from the RV next to Carol.
"This is bullshit," Dove mumbled as she twirled the lighter in her hand.
Carol placed her hand on top of the lighter and caused her sister to stop. "He told them about it before. Now you stop it with that thing, we don't need you startin a forest fire or something on top of this." Dove hated when Carol went into 'lecture-mom' mode. It reminded her too much of when she was younger; before she pulled her shit together.
"Sorry, just nervous I guess," Dove sighed as she switched to playing with the necklace around her neck. Carol only hummed a reply as she stroked Sophia's hair. Jacqui rushed out of the RV and nearly succeeded in scaring Dove half to death as she did so. The young woman jumped to her feet as the other woman began to explain.
"It's Jim. It's real bad. I don't think he's gonna last much longer." Jacqui looked around for help. Rick, as always, jumped to help. Sophia let out a quiet whimper from behind Dove as she wrapped her arms around Carol's waist.
Dove stepped closer to the RV as Daryl walked up the few steps and stopped. She hovered by the doorway, her fingers clutched the stone around her neck as she waited for the man to come back out. It was quicker than she thought, but when Daryl descended he didn't have much of an answer. He just shook his head and mumbled. "Looks real bad. So much for givin him a chance."
Dove leaned against the side of the RV and listened as Rick and Jim spoke in the RV. He was asking them to leave him there. She had to respect him for making a decision for himself but it still hurt. It still felt like a failure because she hadn't been able to help him, not that she would have been able to help much anyway. She wiped the tears off her face as Rick came back out from the RV and spotted her. "…He wants us to leave him here."
Dove sighed. "I heard."
Rick ran a hand through his hair and shook his head, "It's what he says he wants."
Dove tapped her foot on the ground as the others joined the group to listen. It was hard for everyone to take in, no doubt about it.
Carol squinted her eyes at Rick, confused. "He's lucid and asking for this?" Dove pushed off of the RV and walked over to her sister's side. She leaned her forehead on Carol's shoulder and squeezed her eyes shut.
Dale spoke up. "Back at camp, when I said Daryl might be right, you misunderstood. I would never go along with callously killing a man! I was just gonna suggest that…we ask Jim what he wants." Dove let out a heavy sigh as she straightened up.
"I mean, I guess I kind of meant the same thing back there. I didn't think that taking a pickaxe to a man's head was the right idea but…by not giving him a choice, look how much more he's suffered for it," Dove motioned to the RV with tears in her eyes. "Because we didn't give him a chance back at camp he's suffered for longer than he had to and for what?" Her voice broke as Carol pulled her into a tight hug. Lori placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as the men continued to speak.
It was Shane who caught her attention. "I don't know if I'll be able to live with leaving a man to die on the side of the road."
Lori spoke up once again, "It's not your call. Either one of you. It's Jim's call."
That was that. It all seemed to happen so fast. Dove pulled Sophia to the side as they brought him down out of the camper. Jim had never been a big guy, but he looked like the walking definition of fragility at that moment as Shane and Rick carried him down the steps and across the road. Dove followed close behind Carol as the group made its way up the hill. She had seen so much death in the past few days that it seemed like a nightmare she was never going to wake up from.
Jacqui knelt down and stroked Jim's cheek in a comforting way and Dove turned her gaze up to the sky. Tears blurred her vision as she moved up again in the procession. Dove stood next to Glenn, she felt the gentle squeeze on her wrist as Glenn turned to move back down the hill. But Dove didn't follow the others down, instead she moved forward and dropped to her knees in front of Jim.
"I'm sorry," she choked out as she fought to keep from crying, "I'm sorry that I couldn't help you or get there faster with the guns I…"
Jim just shook his head, "Ok, Sawyer. Gonna be with my family now." He already sounded like he was so far away from the grassy hilltop. Dove nodded her head and managed a weak smile as she sucked in a deep breath and rose to her feet. She was surprised to see Daryl still stood there as she turned to walk back down the hill. With a nod to Jim, the redneck motioned for Dove to descend the hill first. She paused for a moment before she pulled the keys from her pocket and made her way back down the hill. As Dove got back to the car, she was glad that she was alone once again. At least no one could judge her for crying now.
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The ride seemed to take forever, but when they finally came to a stop Dove couldn't find herself wanting to get out. It was only the sight of her family exiting the car in front of her that pushed her to open the door and climb out.
The smell was almost as bad as Atlanta had been, but maybe even worse considering how many bodies littered the ground. Dove gagged as she raised a hand to cover her mouth. She grabbed Sophia's hand as Carol wrapped an arm around her and led them along with the rest of the group. She just hoped there was someone alive in there and this wasn't all for nothing.
She watched as Shane attempted to push the garage doors up and shook her head. "I don't think that's gonna work with these. Odds are there's magnets and all other types of crap keeping that thing on lockdown," she hissed as the man began to pound on the door.
She turned quickly as Glenn shouted about walkers. It was taken out quickly by Daryl, but then it descended into chaos just as quickly. "You led us into a graveyard!"
Dale attempted to plead with the man, "He made a call."
Daryl just shouted right back, "He made the wrong damn call!"
Dove watched as Shane approached him and tried to get him to shut up, but that was just as aggressive. Despite Carol's protest, Dove stepped forward and shoved herself right between the two men, effectively pushing Shane back as she reasoned quietly with Daryl. "Listen, how was Rick supposed to know. He made the wrong call, it happened. Don't make it fucking worse by screaming and draw in more walkers or I will be the one to put you in a god damn choke hold," she finished with a hiss.
Shane spoke up again as the others panicked, "Fort Benning, Rick…"
Andrea finally spoke up, "On what? No food, no fuel? That's 100 miles and a suicide mission."
"125. I checked the map," Glenn corrected her.
Dove ran back over and grabbed Carol's arm, "Cmon we gotta go. Let's just take your car and go if they can't make a decision."
Carol's eyes grew wide as she shook her head, "I'm not leaving everyone else here to die."
Suddenly, Rick called back to them. "The camera! It moved."
"You imagined it," Dale shook his head.
"It moved. I saw it move! Someone's alive in there," Rick began to shout and Dove's chest began to grow tight with panic. Rick was pounding on the door and it was making way too much noise. "I know you can hear me. Please help us, we have women and children! We have no food, hardly any gas! We have nowhere else to go." Dove squeezed Carol's arm tighter as she watched Lori try to calm Rick down. "You're killing us!" Rick began to pound the door and scream over again. All of a sudden it seemed like Rick's screams had gotten through and she squinted her eyes as the bright fluorescents invaded her vision.
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Dove could only look around the huge building with wide eyes as she took in everything. Then she heard someone load a rifle. Her attention instantly went to a man who shouted towards them, "Anyone infected?" Rick's answer about Jim seemed to satisfy the man enough. "Why are you here what do you want?"
Rick answered, plain and simple. "A chance."
"That's asking an awful lot these days," the man answered back. Dove watched the man as he glanced around, surveying the group one by one. For a moment, she thought he was going to tell them all to go to hell and throw them out. Then he spoke again and it felt like a weight lifted off her chest. "You all submit to a blood test. That's the price of admission."
Rick nodded his head. "We can do that."
"You got stuff to bring in, do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed." The doctor explained as he approached the group.
"Glenn," Dove called over as he began to run out the door with some of the other men to get the things from the cars. "Just grab my bag from Carol's car. You can't miss it." Glenn nodded at her and she embraced him happily as she accepted her things back into her arms a few minutes later.
She wasn't as happy when she ended up sandwiched in between Carol and Daryl in the packed elevator. She held her bag tightly in front of her as she stared straight ahead at a spot on the wall above Lori's head. Daryl broke the awkward silence. "Doctors always go around packing heat like that," he questioned the doctor and Dove couldn't help herself.
She landed a well concealed punch right to his forearm as she mumbled, "fuckin jackass,"
To her surprise, the doctor answered back seriously. "There were plenty lying around. I familiarized myself with them. But you all look harmless enough." Dove rolled her eyes. "Except you," Jenner pointed to Carl and Dove could barely hold back a laugh.
Once the doors opened, Dove walked closely behind Carol and Sophia. She took in her surroundings as she walked. "We underground," Carol piped up.
"Why. You claustrophobic," the doctor questioned her.
"A little," Carol answered.
"A lot," Dove replied.
Dr. Jenner glanced over his shoulder at them, "Try not to think about it."
Dove rolled her eyes, threw a hand in the air, and mumbled to herself, "Oh wow why haven't I just thought of that before. I'm cured." She thought she heard Daryl snort somewhere behind her and she trained her focus back on her surroundings. This place looked way too sterile. So sterile that it made her skin crawl. Her hazel eyes burned as more lights turned on in the room in front of them.
"Where is everybody," Rick questioned the other man. Maybe that was what was bothering her. There were all these rooms, all these doorways but no one else was around as far as they'd seen.
"I'm it. It's just me here." Jenner answered and Dove felt a chill run down her spine. That didn't seem good at all.
"What about the person you were speaking to? VI?" Lori spoke up from the back of the group.
"VI, say hello to our guests," Jenner called out into the nothingness of the room around them. A computerized voice echoed from the speakers around them.
Dove waited in line to get her blood taken and winced as the needle was inserted into her arm. "So a blood test can really tell if we're infected? I mean, none of us have been bitten."
The doctor just smiled at her as he pulled the needle from her arm and motioned for her to get out of the chair. "Yes. A blood test can tell."
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Of all things, Dove hadn't been expecting the CDC to have such a collection of wine and she made sure to say so about 5 times. She sat in between Carol and Jacqui, a genuine smile on her face for the first time in what felt like months. "You know," Dale explained, "In Italy, children have a little wine with their dinner."
"I think that sounds like good ol' uncle Dale has had a little too much wine with his dinner if you ask me," Dove whispered to Jacqui before she let out a snort of laughter at her own stupid joke.
"When Carl is in Italy or France, then he can have some but we're in Georgia so that's a no," Lori laughed as she placed a hand over Carl's glass.
"What's it gonna hurt. Come on," Rick chimed in.
The group all sat still as Carl took a sip, only to promptly make a sour face. Dove shook her head and raised her own glass to take a sip. "That's my boy," Lori stated as she poured the wine from Carl's glass into her own.
Dove reached across the table and grabbed the bottle of wine and poured more into her glass. "You wanna slow down there," Jacqui joked as she eyed her glass.
"Listen, I was a therapist. I could probably drink on a professional level at this point, I'm good." Dove shook her head as she placed the bottle back down on the table to more laughs.
"Better stick to soda pop there, bud," Shane laughed at Carl.
"Not you Glenn." Daryl shouted as he walked around the table. Dove turned in her chair, an arm draped over the back so she could see Glenn.
"What," Glenn grinned, his face already a little pink whether it was from the attention being on him or the alcohol.
"Keep drinking, little man. I wanna see how red your face can get," Daryl joked. Dove stopped mid-sip in an attempt to not choke on her drink. Carol patted Dove on the back.
"New rule everyone, we carry alcohol with us wherever we go," Dove raised a hand in the air.
"Why's that," Dale questioned from across the table.
Dove shrugged her shoulders. "Because it actually seems to make Daryl a little more tolerable," she laughed as she ducked her head back into her glass as the group seemed to laugh in agreement. Daryl rolled his eyes as he held out his hand for the wine bottle and actually thanked Dove when she handed it to him.
The clinking on Rick's glass brought everyone back to order for a moment. "We haven't thanked our host yet," Rick stood up.
Dove raised her glass as Dale said his thanks, followed by a loud shout of "Booyah," from Daryl.
Dove turned her head, her hazel eyes locked with Carol's for a second as the other woman actually laughed and raised her own glass. Sophia even seemed to be enjoying herself and for that, she would always be somewhat grateful to Dr. Edwin Jenner for the few hours of peace he has given her family.
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Hip-Check (Matthew Tkachuk Imagine)
Alright y’all, I finally fixed it! Hopefully this version is more coherent now that I’m not drunk off my ass.
Rating: T
Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk/Reader
Words: 1572
Warnings: none
Requested: yes/no
Summary: You’re just trying to get coffee after a long night at work. You end up getting a little extra.
Your job fucking sucks. Well, it doesn’t really, you’re just in a bad mood after a shitty shift. Spring and summer are the busiest time of year, which is stressful enough, but also everything that could go wrong did go wrong today. A real Murphy’s Law of a shift. Your propane tank had a leak, so your forklift ran out and stopped at the far end of the dock, meaning you had to walk all the way down and back with the tanks since everyone else was too busy to grab one for you. Then the system went down, so you had to run all your bills to and from the supervisor’s desk for them to put in directly. Then approximately eight million pallets needed to be repaired or entirely re-stacked throughout the seven hours you were there. Oh, and your unbearable coworker with an obvious crush on you— while also seeming to think you’re his personal therapist— kept stopping by your trucks to chat. So over all, super fun day. Or night, rather. You get off at 6am, meaning it’s 6:15 when you get to Starbucks to treat yourself to something sugary and caffeinated before going to give your friend’s daughter a lift to school.
The drive-through is packed, so you decide to go inside and wait in that hellish line instead. At least that way you can play on your phone without someone honking at you for not moving up two feet .2 seconds after it opens up. You’re not really in the mood to be around people, especially in a noisy place after a noisy night at work, but whatever. You open the door, and just before you can go through, someone darts inside in front of you, jostling you a bit. Irritating on its own, yes, but what really gets your hackles raised is that they don’t even say anything. No apology, no thank you, no nothing. Just breeze past you, fucking ram into you, and say fuck all about it. Any other day, you’d roll your eyes and let it go, but not today. Not today.
“Hey man,” you call as you come in the door behind them, “What the fuck?” They turn to face you, looking annoyed, and oh shit. You know exactly who that is, and you don’t really want to piss him off. But you started it and now you’ve gotta finish it.
“What?” he demands, standing tall and crossing his arms over his puffed up chest like he’s trying to be intimidating.
“Did you seriously just do that?” it’s not really a question, more like a confirmation. A bit of an aggressive confirmation, but.
“I’m in a hurry,” he says, like that’s a legitimate excuse.
“So am I,” you’re not, “You don’t see me pushing people.” A few people had looked over when you’d first confronted him, but they’ve all looked away by this point, more interested in coffee than you two, so you don’t feel too bad. That’s the beauty of cities: no one gives a shit what you do so long as it doesn’t affect them. Tkachuk stares you down, but when you just fold your arms and stare right back, he huffs and rolls his eyes. He throws out a “whatever” and turns his back on you. Oh hell no. You get in line behind him, because you’re not about to wait longer than necessary, but this definitely isn’t over.
“Are you fucking serious, dude?” you hiss just loud enough for him to hear. He turns back toward you.
“I don’t have time for this,” he snips right in your face. This close up, he’s huge, and it’s more than a bit intimidating, but your spite carries you through.
“Neither do the rest of us,” you spit back, “You can wait like everybody else. There’s a fucking line anyway.” This is so stupid. You would’ve held the door for him if he’d just waited a damn minute. Something changes in his expression, though, and he deflates a bit. The person behind you clears their throat, and the two of you shuffle forward to fill the several-person-wide gap that had formed. With that second to breathe, your anger starts to dissipate pretty quickly. God, you’ve been so rude to the other customers, causing a scene like this. At least it seems like Tkachuk is starting to unwind, which makes it easier for you to regain your composure.
“I’m sorry,” he says after a pause, like apologizing was akin to bathing a cat, “It’s just--” He trails off, looks frustrated, shuffles up in the line, looks frustrated some more.
“My sister is in town and I promised I’d get her Starbucks for her first day here,” he explains, like he’d rather be admitting to murder, “I forgot about it, so I’m trying to get it before she wakes up.” Oh. That’s actually. Sweet? Obviously it’s still a dick move to check someone in a coffee shop, but the fact that he did it for a good cause helps soothe your anger all the more.
“I just want everything to be perfect, y’know?” he finishes, head still held high despite his hunched shoulders and clenched fists. You’re not usually a touchy-feely person, but you’re nearly overwhelmed with the urge to hug him. You wish your brothers cared that much about you. While you don’t hug him, you do touch the outside of his wrist with gentle fingertips, looking up into his eyes when they snap to you. They’re a disarming shade of blue that you hadn’t really noticed before, and you almost forget what you were going to say. Focus.
“I’m sure she’ll be happy just to have her brother around,” you assure him, all annoyance forgotten, “As long as you don’t hip check her through a door.” Okay, maybe not entirely forgotten. It gets him to laugh, shaking his head a bit, and his posture relaxes. You can feel the muscles and tendons in his wrist and forearm go slack, and for some reason his hands going soft makes you want to hold them. You’re gonna end up in love with the dude by time you leave, at this rate.
“I really am sorry about that,” he says, “I thought I had enough room.” You just shrug and straighten back up alongside him.
“Eh, It wasn’t that big of a deal,” you dismiss, “I just had a bad day at work and took it out on you. Sorry about that.” His brows look much cuter when they’re furrowed in confusion rather than anger.
“You had a bad day at work already?” he asks. You huff a laugh.
“I work night shift,” you explain, “So I guess more of a bad night at work.” You watch as realization dawns on his face, his mouth making a silent “oh”. Then you realize you’re still basically holding his wrist, so you bring your hand back to your side and hope he didn’t notice, so you can avoid that embarrassment. Except he stops you with a soft grip on your fingers, pulling you to the counter alongside him. He snags a pen from the counter and scribbles something on the back of your hand while effortlessly rattling off his order to the barista.
“And whatever she wants,” he tacks on at the end, motioning to you with a jerk of his head.
“Oh, you don’t have to,” you say, dumbfounded at how far left this interaction has gone. How the hell did you go from wanting to punch him, to him offering to buy your coffee? Damn, you must be charming.
“It’s the least I can do,” he insists, and you’re not about to turn down a free drink. He plunks the pen back onto the counter and pays after you order, still holding your hand. When you look down, you-- oh. That’s. That is his phone number. On your hand. Your hand. After you just chewed him out in public for being rude, and he gave you his number. What the hell.
“I forgot that we have to wait for them to make the drinks, so this doesn’t have the same effect, huh?” he says, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly with one hand, and leading you to the waiting area with the other. Matthew Tkachuk just gave you his phone number. Maybe you got hit in the head with a box on the dock, and this is all a dream. That would make more sense.
“I was gonna say ‘text me’ and walk away all cool, but,” he shrugs, “Doesn’t always work out that way.” He was trying to be cool. He was going to write his number on your hand and walk away “cool”. Well, if he’s going to give you the opportunity, you’re not going to overlook the chance.
“Damn,” you say, shaking your head facetiously, “Gotta work on your timing.” Tkachuk looks mildly devastated until he realizes you’re joking, which makes you feel mildly powerful. He must really want to see you. The both of you chat for a few minutes, the subject switching between hockey and coffee and family until his name is called. He steps forward to take his drinks and when he turns back to you, he looks conflicted.
“Better go give her that coffee,” you say, “I’ll see you later?” A small smile grows on his face.
“Yeah,” he replies, eyes soft, “Yeah, you will.”
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Title: Going Through Motions {10}
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Title: Going Through Motions {10}
Steve Rogers X Reader OFC Korral “Korri” Evans
Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst, Violence, Slow Burn
Word Count: 2.5K
Summary: You and Steve had a hot, passionate, and wild romance seven years ago when you worked with the Avengers. It was the best year of your life; you’d never felt the things you’d felt in all your life. Then out of nowhere, Steve just ended things—in a letter. A heartbreaking letter, then the world deemed him a criminal, and he disappeared. Now, you’ve moved on and have gotten engaged to rich man Marc Spector. Tony brings you back to work with the newly rebuilt Avengers that is still led by Captain America who is definitely done asking for permission and not looking for forgiveness. Or is he?
Note: So, for this fic, we are going to alter the MCU timeline a bit. This takes place after Civil War, but Infinity War has not happened yet. Steve is off the grid for seven years before he comes back. {I know that’s a long time, but let me rock please} Also, I’m going to be introing/adding in Moon Knight (Marc Spector) in just because I feel like it and I want to start exploring other Marvel characters and of course I will twist him to serve my purposes.
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-Steve- 
Eight hours. It had been eight hours since you were unconscious. Eight hours since you’d injected yourself with the Hydrolomed. Eight hours since you’d subsequently signed your death certificate. He was still in shock, still fuming, but even though he was shocked and angry, he didn’t expect any less from you. You always wanted to save people; it was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. You were selfless—now to a fault. He’d been working hard to stave away the emotion that wanted attention—terror. He was terrified of what this meant. 
Tony and Bruce jumped right into action to get you through every scan that still worked at the compound. When that wasn’t enough, the quinjet was fired up, and you were brought to Stark Towers where they’d been working for the last six hours trying to assess the situation and get their hands on every piece of research from Zemo and anyone who ever came in contact with this virus. While they worked, he never left your side. How could he? 
“Have you slept?” 
The sound of Buck’s voice made him look away from you for the first time in hours. Stretching his muscles, he sighed out.  
“Of course not, that was a stupid question.” Bucky sat on the other side of your bed in the empty chair and looked at you. 
“I thought you were going to lay low and rest,” he said. Bucky smiled, shrugged, then rubbed his stubbled jaw. 
“I’ve rested long enough. Plus, I got wind of something I thought you should know,” Bucky explained. 
His eyes went right back to you. After seven years, he knew he’d never get over you. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost you now—again. 
“We’re gonna figure this out, Steve,” Bucky assured. He wasn’t so sure. From his encounters with Zemo back in his early Captain America days, he knew just what to expect, knew the types of sinister weapons he and his counterparts had the power to cook up. He knew the destruction that they always left behind. Pinching his nose bridge, he felt the pressure and tension from the added stress of worrying about you. He knew he couldn’t let anything happen to you. 
 “Damn it! I should have taken it from her and injected myself.” 
“You know she would have never let you take it. You two are just so disgustingly protective of each other. She took it because she knew you would have. She didn’t give you the opportunity.” 
“She’s so rash all the time. She doesn’t ever stop and think before she does something. God damn it!” He bolted up and paced the floor of the medical room.
 “Calm down.” 
“Calm down? Buck, it’s Korri! My Korri—my—world! How do I calm down?” 
He was possibly one of the strongest if not the strongest man in the world, and right now, he felt the like weakest. He felt defeated. Bucky crossed the room to him and rested his metal arm on his shoulder.  
“I know buddy. I know just what she means to you. I know how much you gave up for me, and if I could go back and change things, I would. I would have never let you leave her. I can’t imagine the world of hurt you’re in right now, but we gotta be strong for her. Remember what we used to say when we were kids?” 
He scoffed because he did remember. They were two boys running around Brooklyn, causing trouble and eating hard candies. “It ain’t over till it’s over,” he said. Bucky patted his back and nodded then pulled him in for a hug. 
“It sure ain’t over Steve.” 
He looked at the watch on his wrist that he’d started after you passed out. It was now nine hours. They were slowly running out of time. 
Another hour found him alone with you before he was called out over a development Tony and Bruce wanted him to see. Reluctantly he hurried down to the briefing room to hear what they had to say. Everyone was crowded in the room. 
“What’s so important?” 
“Is she awake?” 
“No, still out.” 
“Well, all the preliminary scans and screens are back,” Tony informed. 
“And?” 
Neither of the men spoke. They just looked between each other, neither wanting to speak. He was quickly getting annoyed with them. He was already at the end of his patience.  
“Someone speak!” 
Well, Zemo’s research looks to be correct--the pieces we have. Her blood shows no sign of being infected, she is not infected. Right now, the virus seems to be in an incubation period. Her body is assessing the new substance and is working its own defense. This defense will eventually break down and allow the virus to travel throughout her body. Slowly it will take hold of her organs and turn her into a—walking, talking death chamber. Anything or anyone she touches or breathes on will contract it, Bruce theorized.” 
“How long?” 
“It’s difficult to say, but we’re going to guess and say six days just like the research says,” Tony finished.  
“So, she’s going to die.” 
Again, everyone was quiet. 
“I’m not giving up Steve,” Nat stepped forward to put her hand on his shoulder.
 “None of us are giving up,” Tony confirmed. 
He looked around the room at the faces of everyone he’d spent the last several years with. They all looked saddened but also determined. When his eyes landed on Ava, even she looked remorseful. 
“What’d I miss?” The sound of your voice at the door brought everyone’s eyes.  
“You shouldn’t be up,” he began as he took steps to you. You held your hands out. 
“Stay back. None of you come any closer. You heard Zemo’s research. I don’t want to hurt any of you.” 
“Korri, it’s fine. You’re fine. We have a few days before we’re there,” Sam informed.  
“He’s right. Plus, I don’t give a shit anyway,” he said. After a few seconds, your eyes left him and moved to where he knew Ava was. 
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“Who’re you?” 
They all looked to Ava, who gave a lackluster wave. “Name’s Ava.” 
“Where you from Ava?” 
“Not important.” 
Wanda and Nat stepped to her, no doubt ready to beat an answer out of her. 
“Like hell it isn’t. We just watched a man we were supposed to trust, betray us, and beat the shit out of us. We don’t know you from a hole in the wall. What’s to say you won’t do the same?” Wanda’s hands were glowing, ready to strike. Ava went on guard and began phasing in and out of solidity and glitching like a video game, making the lights flicker. 
“Everyone cool it. Relax. She’s cool,” he vouched. 
“How do you know, Steve?” 
He sighed and decided to go the cautious route. “Ava has helped me, Sam and Buck, out with a few rouge missions before.” 
“Not to mention, I swooped in here and saved your asses,” Ava shouted. 
Wanda stood down as Nat put her batons back into place. “Look, I know we’re all reeling from what just happened, but it’s not the time to attack each other.” He looked back to the doorway, but you were gone. He sighed again. 
“Cap is right. We have bigger problems. We need to find the rest of Zemo’s research ASAP and find a way to slow the virus in Korri. Needless to say, now that the virus is in human play, Johnson and Marc will come for her,” Tony announced. 
“Let them try, they’ll have to get through me,” he said before he walked out the door to find you.  
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-Korral- 
As you walked along the ledge of the roof, you closed your eyes and used your senses. Everywhere there was noise. Manhattan was the noisiest place you’d ever been. There was constant honking, talking, shouting, the hum of electricity was everywhere, not to mention the sounds of water. The place was downright sensory overload, but you loved it. Often times being at the upstate compound felt disconcerting because of how quiet it was—well, it did without Steve. 
 You opened your eyes and looked down at the city you’d lived for the last seven years. You’d walked those streets hundreds of times, taken the yellow taxis, done so many things there considered New Yorker. You grew up here, and it showed in your attitude and resilience. Resilience you had to tap into now. 
You were nothing but an assignment, a means to an end—this end. 
Closing your eyes, you went over the events of the last few hours. Slowly you went over the chaos at the compound. Words mumbled and jumbled together as they echoed in your head. You were probably still feeling the after-effects of Marc’s powers. He’d actually used his powers on you. You began to wonder how many times he’d done it. Then you recollected the truth.  
“It was all a lie. I never meant anything. He played me.” 
You didn’t know how to feel or what to think. Your instincts were shit. You’d misread him this entire time. You were so lost in your thoughts and distress you didn’t realize anyone coming behind you. 
“Thinking of jumping?” 
When you looked back, there he was, Captain fucking America.  
“You’ve been fucking good ol’ Captain America—behind my back.”  
You almost laughed out loud. You must have been going crazy because none of this was funny. 
“I probably should. Eliminate myself from the equation before I really do irreparable damage.”  
You stuck your foot off of the ledge tempted to do it. If you killed yourself before the virus in you became lethal, then you could have foiled whatever Marc and Tilda were planning by making the virus unusable. It was a small price to pay for the safety of humankind. Right?  
Steve must have sensed your thought because before you knew it, you were in his arms as he moved you from the ledge. Anger rose in you, and you fought against him, making him put you down. When he did, you walked across the roof away from him. 
“God, Korri, why would you do something so stupid!?” 
You spun to him and looked at him with all the anger you felt. “Excuse me?!” 
“Injecting yourself with a virus that is meant to kill. A virus that has not been studied by anyone but a psychopath from Hydra. My god, this has to go down as the dumbest thing you’ve ever done,” Steve ranted. Every word he spoke, you found yourself getting angrier and angrier. How dare he call you stupid and dumb? 
“Listen you blonde asshole don’t call me stupid!” 
“Really, name calling?” 
“When you act like an asshole, you get called an asshole. Don’t wanna be called an asshole, well don’t act like an asshole, Steve!” 
He looked angry as he turned his back to you. He paced back and forth, an action you mirrored. 
“Plus, if I’m so dumb and stupid, why were you thinking of doing the same thing. The only thing is I beat you to it.”  
Steve stopped and looked at you. You knew he would have done the same damn thing. If he’d gotten the canister instead, he would have done it in a heartbeat. He knew you knew it. Steve closed his eyes, pinched his nose bridge, and sighed out as he walked to the ledge to stare at the blue sky. 
When he began, his voice was soft, raw. “God, Korri, do you have any idea what you’ve done?” 
You didn’t bother answering, you knew it was rhetorical. Instead, you walked to the ledge as well and stood beside him, but not too close. 
“I took the virus off the table for them.” 
“And pulled my heart from my chest in the same breath.” Again, Steve sighed. You chanced a look at him and saw the worry on his face. 
“I did what had to be done, the same thing you would have done, the same thing Nat, Wanda, or Sam would have done. Whatever it takes. Right?” 
“You should have let me do it.” 
“The world needs Captain America; it doesn’t need me.” 
Steve was to you, pulling you to look at him in the blink of an eye. Your body pressed to his, and that was all it took for your heart to thud against your chest like you’d just run a marathon. Marc never had that effect.
“I need you Korri--me. Fuck what the world needs. What about what I need? I’m tired of giving them and everyone what they need, I want to take what I need. I need you.” 
The emotion in his voice broke your heart, and the tears in his eyes ruined you. 
 “You’re the one who told me sacrifice the needs of the few for the many.” 
“Fuck the many. Seven years Korri. Seven. I missed seven years and now--.” The words strangled in his throat, and he dropped his head. You’d only seen him discouraged once before when he spoke about Bucky and losing him.  
“Now you have six days to say goodbye.” Steve roughly pulled away from you and walked across the roof. 
Your words sunk in. He would have to say goodbye. You were going to die. You were going to die.  
“This whole time Marc was lying to me. He preyed on me, used me, and I didn’t see it at all. I was blind, but I don’t know how. It wasn’t by love or a sense of passion, or the sex. He was gorgeous but, it wasn’t beauty, I was blinded by my sheer stupidity.” 
“You’re not stupid Korri.” 
“You just called me dumb and stupid.” 
“With injecting yourself with an old lethal virus, yes, but with that, you’re not.” 
You stared down over the ledge and tried to piece together just how you’d been duped. Several minutes passed in silence. 
“Was what he said—true?” His words were hesitant, reluctant even. 
“What, that he’d had his fingers between my thighs?” You looked at him, but he couldn’t look at you. You thought it was funny, he had no problem looking at you before, or touching you, making love to you, tasting you. Now he was struggling. “Yes. It’s true.” 
You thought to explain the context of it but decided against it. If he wanted to believe you were some slut, then fine. Steve didn’t speak again, and neither did you. After almost five minutes, you turned from the skyline and walked back to the door leading inside. 
“Goodbye, Steve.” 
You touched the doorknob but stopped when you heard his voice. 
“Korri, I’m not going to let you die. I promise it, and I never break my promises to you. I’ve only made one before, and I still love you, forever until time and space collide.” 
You actually felt your heart shake, and you were thankful your back was turned because he would have seen the effect his words had. As you walked in, you tried to shake it and remind yourself. Six days.  
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fruits basket - eps 21, 22, & 23
ep 21: 
ohhh are we getting a saki-centered episode now too?! here for it!
jfc motoko even has a yuki photo on her beside table? obsessed much? 
those two definitely have ulterior motives lol. 
aaaand naturally, of course. 
these girls are gonna get owned so hard and i’m already excited about that. xD
saki’s room is beautiful! 
megumi is so cute 
and he spills facts that these girls need to hear too lmao
this kid is so awesome lol. 
aww saki <3
rofl saki letting them sit with the fear is just too funny. 
ep 22: 
okay so this is the continuance of saki’s story, so the ep where tohru gets sick is either the next one or something. i like that it’s happening later than it did in the 01 anime. It feels more organic this way. 
anyway back to saki 
oh god yeah, i’d be annoyed, too. having all of those thoughts screaming at you? must be unbearable. 
WOW. saki’s family is the perfect example of HOW to be. too bad so many families of the zodiac kids can’t react this same way. complete unconditional love <3
these kids are so fucking awful what the fuck
poor saki!
MEGUMI IS SUCH A GOOD BROTHER 
these kids seriously tried to burn her im 
saki’s parents are just... incredible. they truly love their daughter and even wanted to move to help her get a better environment. 
i say this all the time, but: tohru is just too sweet. so accepting of everyone. 
arisa is so great, too. i really love this trio. 
asjadjajadj they’re all so cute i cant handle it. 
so proud of saki <333
kyoko’s wisdom never fails to make me smile. 
ep 23: 
i literally have 2 eps left of this season i’m so excited. i’ve been watching since like 6am. XDDD i need a nap after these last two. 
OH OH THIS IS THE EP WHERE TOHRU GETS SICK SJFJSFJSJFJ
tohru, sweetie it’s okay. it’s just one exam. I get it though, i hold myself to the same standard in school. 
kyo blushing when tohru runs into his back i’m laughing this boy is so hopelessly in love with her. 
“a fever?! right after I was talking about it?!” hahahaha
“i diagnose her with a cold” lol it’s adorable that he does, and he’s right, but... lots of things could cause a fever that could’ve been worse than a cold. just saying. xD fortunately, that’s not the case. 
KYO TELLING HER TO GO TO BED. <3
momiji’s concern is just too cute.
kyo’s making tohru food AWWW
lmao @ him wanting to fight shigure because he just knows that shigure is internally giving him shit im dying
“why do i have to do this anyway?!” lmao kyo baby because you’re in love.
“he’s so innocent” hahahaha
“don’t get sick in the first place” “yes...” and tohru starts crying. and lmao, kyo’s immediately like ‘O SHIT. I was an asshole again UFGHHH” and just goes to his knees. I can’t with him. He’s so precious. The way he just listens to her here. this is exactly why they’re perfect for  each other. He listens when she needs to vent, and doesn’t let her drown in her bad feelings. 
“otherwise, it... it throws me off.” AWWWW. 
“yours is... way better.” i’m dying.
OH MY GOD. the way he turns his head to peak at her behind his arm is the cutest fucking thing? 
yuki is such a good friend to her ;a; 
KYO’S READING RECIPES FOR RECOVERY SFJSFJS
yaaay she passed her exam
oh, wait.
oh shit.
starting right now... this is the ep before the reveal of kyo’s true form. SHIT SHIT SHIT
tohru offering to let kyo under her umbrella is so cute
also this scene is adorable, but... i’m laughing at the fact that the kids are just standing in the middle of the street at the crosswalk and the cars are just sitting there waiting for them to leave. I keep half-expecting them to honk at them. 
oooooohhh this guy looking at them. kyo’s martial arts teacher, if I’m remembering right? 
KYO’S SMILE IM
lol oh no kagura’s here. poor kyo. 
See, I don’t mind Kagura too much, but... I really feel that her love for kyo is extremely one-sided and she’s too overbearing/forceful. she’s sweet, but she’s too much when it comes to him. she needs someone who she can show this loving side of herself to without it freaking them out. she and kyo work best as friends. 
“it’s like she’s distancing herself from him for some reason” -remembers that she is here when the true form is revealed- did she already know? or is it something else? O__o
“i want to be a person who can accept whatever the truth is.” foreshadowingggg
“tohru doesn’t know yet, does she? do you plan on hiding it forever?” oh god. ;a;
lol these people are like “what the fuck”
“the normal thing would be to avoid me or distance yourself.” hi im crying
oooooh did kagura accidentally remove the beads? D: 
awwwwww shisho noticing kyo! <3
I think I remember shisho helping to raise him? the 01 anime showed a flashback when kyo was younger. I don’t recall the speciics, though. 
I’m definitely not ready for these next two eps. fuck. 
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