#but it was mainly ‘please for the love of god give the monkey a break’

[uwuwriting]

Kenma, Kuroo and Nishinoya finding a pregnancy test

Request: mmmkay, so quarantines got me watching an unhealthy amount of anime, so could i please request kuroo, kenma, and nishinoya finding their fem SO pregnancy tests hidden in their shared bathroom? Thank you! love your writing i cant get enough!❤️❤️❤️ - anonymous

Another pregnancy request? YES PLEASE I LIVE FOR THESE. THEY WATER MY CROPS AND CLEAR MY SKIN. It don’t matter for which fandom it is, a pregnancy and/or domestic request is always a good one. If i get carried away it’s not my fault I can’t help it. Love yaa.💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff mainly, maybe some sprinkle of angst on Kenma’s but nothing major

Kozume Kenma 

-You two have been living together for 3 years now.

-Being in a happy relationship since your third year of high school and then going to the same university, your lives were bound to one another. 

-You weren’t married and it didn’t really bother you.

-Your friends would jokingly call you Mrs. Kozume and Kenma never denied it, he would usually just wrap an arm around your waist and bring you closer to him. 

-So when you discussed kids it was a shocker. 

- “I know we are not married and all, if you want to do that first that’s fine I have no problem with that it’s just that....have you seen how Hinata is with his little girl?” 

-You had seen how happy Hinata was with his daughter.

-She was a few months old but he was so deeply in love with her.

-And you had seen how Kenma looked at them interact.

- “Okay let’s try, but no vlogging our journey or some shit!”

-You hadn’t seen him agree to something so fast in your life. 

-That was about a year and a half ago. 

-It has been a hectic ride and a disheartening one at that.

-You had a miscarriage earlier last year and after that you hadn’t managed to conceive again. 

-At first you panicked, believing that after that misfortune something broke inside of you and you wouldn’t be able to have a child after all. 

-But Kenma, being the calm one in your relationship, took you to a doctor who said that your body was just in shock and you would be able to carry a child. 

- “Just give your body some time to rest.”

-It has been five months since that and now you are standing in the middle of your bathroom staring at the pregnancy test in your hands. 

-Positive. 

-You wanted to squeal and cry at the same time, maybe laugh a little. 

-Kenma was setting up his computer to start a stream.

-One that he and 99.9% of his fans had requested to see you in.

-You had been in Kenma’s videos multiple times both on stream and on YouTube. 

-Placing the pregnancy test in the cabinet near the sink you walked out and went to Kenma. 

-You would tell him after this, give yourself time to control your excitement. 

-The stream was going well, you were answering questions *some of them had been asked before but you answered none the less* and giggling along side Kenma as he started telling the story of your failed date at the zoo. 

-A monkey had tried to take the flower that he had given you and it bit you in its attempts to take it.

-At some point Kenma got up and went to the bathroom and you were left alone with the fans showing them some of your favorite pictures. 

-While you were enjoying the stream Kenma was having a heart attack.

-He had opened the cabinet to get some tissues you stored there and came face to face with the pregnancy test. 

-The positive pregnancy test.

-You were pregnant? AND DIDN’T TELL HIM? 

-What if it ended like the last pregnancy?

-Oh god he wouldn’t be able to pull out of there this time. 

-Your laughter rang through the apartment and reached his ears, breaking his train of thought and bringing him back to reality. 

-Walking slowly towards the room his saw you with your back turned towards the door talking to the camera at his fans. 

-Right he was on a stream.

-It didn’t matter.

- “Y/N...this is real right?”

-Turning around you saw him in the doorway, head hanging low looking at the stick in his hands his hair framing his features completely. 

- “Kenmaaaa I wanted it to be a surprise!!!”

-The chat was on fire as Kenma closed the distance between you hugging you tightly before he placed you in his lap and announced that you would be welcoming another Kozume in the world. 

- “And no I won’t be vlogging anything!!!”

Kuroo Tetsuro

-He married you right after he finished university. 

-You had known each other since your first year of high school but began dating during freshman year in university. 

-Kuroo now an esteemed doctor loved calling you by his last name, it felt unreal.

-It didn’t long for him to start imagining an even more domesticated life with you. 

-You worked at the same hospital as a nurse and you usually could be found in the kids ward. 

-You were always great with kids, making the laugh and helping them stop crying. 

-What did it for him was when you were helping at the new born section and you were cooing at a baby, looking so soft and happy holding the small human that he wanted to have a baby right then and there. 

-He saw you again there helping a mother feed her baby and it felt just right.

-On the ride home he popped the question. 

- “I saw you having fun in the new born isle today.” 

- “Those babies are just too cute, Tetsu!!”

- “Yeah, seeing you got me thinking what our kids would look like.”

-He was trying to play it cool, but you saw right through him.

- “Real smooth Tetsu.”

-Little did he know though that you had already taken three pregnancy test this morning all coming out positive. 

-You had left them on the bathroom counter because you were already late. 

- ‘I need to hide them, make it a surprise.’

-The drive to your shared apartment was full of laughs and Kuroo’s poor sense of humor. 

-It was dad jokes. 

-He was practicing his dad jokes. 

-Surprisingly he didn’t pressure you on the matter of kids.

- “We’ll talk about it later.”

-He had a small pout on his lips but he soon changed the subject. 

-Arriving home you went to place the groceries but you didn’t balance them right and the milk carton fell on Kuroo. 

-There was milk everywhere.

-On the floor, on Kuroo, some of it was on you, on the counter.

- “Way to go kitten....”

-He made his way to the bathroom to throw his clothes into the washer and wash his hands.

-Then he noticed the three sticks on the counter.

-Curiousity killed the cat. 

-And Kuroo is cat.

-He has been a cat since high school. 

-Looking at the sticks it took him some time to realize what they were. 

-His eyes widened at the realization.

-Why didn’t you tell him???

-He was panicking ever so slightly, his breathing becoming erratic.

-Well he wanted to start a family with you didn’t he?

-After a few minutes of breathing exercises he still couldn’t decide if he should start jumping up and down from his giddiness or panic some more.  

-You on the other hand had juts finished putting the things away and mopping the milk off the floor. 

- “What is he doing in there?”

-You know how I said that you wanted your pregnancy to be a surprise?

-And how you wanted to hide the tests before he found them?

-Yeah you forgot and because you were dumb it took you some time to put two and two together.

-Sprinting to the bathroom you flung the door open coming face to face with a wide eyes Kuroo holding the test in his hands. 

- “Surprise?”

-He looked at you, opening his mouth and then closing it not being able to find the right words. 

-Then he was hugging you.

-He was lifting you off the ground and laughing/sobbing in your ear. 

- “Thank you thank you thank you thank you.”

-Now you were sobbing too. 

-The rest of the night was spent with you on the couch surrounded by blankets and snacks, while Kuroo did everything. 

-He made dinner, he helped you undress and put on your PJs, all in all he wouldn’t let you lift a finger. 

-He’s just so damn happy he can barely contain it. 

-Next day at the hospital he was bragging to everyone and their mothers about your pregnancy. 

Nishinoya Yuu

-Em he’s baby?

-Like literally.

-Living with him is like living with a five year old.

-And god forbid Tanaka comes to visit. 

-Now you’re babysitting two five year olds. 

-Anyways. 

-Noya our sweet sweet libero here, wanted to marry you since high school.

-He even proposed while you two were in your third year. 

-They had just won a very difficult game and he was on cloud 9.

-You had gone down to congradulate them on their win and give a few victory smooches to your boyfriend when you were tackled to the floor by a very sweaty Noya. 

- “Y/N BABY DID YOU SEE ME????”

- “Yes I did, babe.”

- “I’M SO HAPPY I COULD MARRY YOU RIGHT NOW!”

-Awkward silence. 

-He didn’t even look sorry after he said it.

-It didn’t sound like it slipped either.

- “What I am going to marry you so why don’t we do it now?”

-Fast forward five years and he truly kept his promise.

-You two share a nice apartment and are living a happy life. 

-Not a peaceful one. 

-Peace is not an option with Noya. 

-Come on...

-You two hadn’t really talked about children but you knew he was great with kids. 

-You saw how he got whenever your nephew and niece came to visit. 

-He would be so playful with them but simultaneously protective and careful which was surprising because well he was Nishinoya. 

-So when you started feeling sick one morning your first thought was to take a pregnancy test. 

-You see Noya em likes to feel free....if you know you know. 

-When the test came out positive you were both excited and nervous. 

-What if he didn’t want kids? 

-What if he left?

-Noya would never leave you and he would insist you went through every difficult situation together as team but you weren’t in the best state of mind at the moment. 

-You were drawn out of your thoughts when his voice rang through the apartment.

- “Babe, Tanaka is here could you get the door?”

-Leaving everything as it was in the bathroom you went to open the door. 

-your brain was running on autopilot.

-You had no brain cells to spare at the moment okay??

- “Heyyyyy Y/N how are you?????”

-And so the game night the two of them had planned began. 

-You were making dinner waiting for Tanaka’s girlfriend to arrive so you can talk about your little revelation. 

-And yes Tanaka has a girlfriend who is indeed Kiyoko. 

-As you were cutting some vegetables, Tanaka stood up and went to the bathroom and at the same moment the door bell rang. 

-Not even two seconds passed before you heard screeching form the bathroom. 

-You had opened the door and were greeting Kiyoko when you remembered the state you left the bathroom in. 

- “YUU HOLY SHIT WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU BASTARD?”

- “TELL YOU WHAT YOU IDIOT?”

- “THAT YOU’RE A DAD WHAT ELSE?”

-Le silence. 

-Kiyoko was looking from your stomach to the pregnancy test Tanaka had thrown at Nishinoya. 

- “I’M A WHAT???????????”

-Chaos ensued.

-Noya was talking frantically with you and asking you about when you found out, why you didn’t tell him etc while Tanaka was being scolded by Kiyoko for ruining your surprise. 

-It was a very eventful night to say the least. 

-But a happy one nonetheless. 

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[bronwiebear-brad]

Giiiiirl! Listen this I know u only write about Bradleyboy but I see that u fancy the holland boys and haz 😏😏 (who doesn't right?) so pleaseeeee write something with them, pleaaaaaaaaase 🥺love you writing so much it would mean the world for me 💛

A/N: You all know that I cannot resist my sweet anon’s requests, so consider this an early christmas gift. Lmao. I hope your staying healthy. Btw I’ve choosen the most soft boy ever aka Harry Holland because that boy is lovely af - also this is my first time writing about the boys so pls be gentle 💛

Warnings: nothing much just a few curse words.

Spending quarentine and 24/7 trapped inside a house with the most loud, messy, cheeky boys ever wasn’t actually in your dream plans. Everyone got a part of their day busy, either was college, work, cooking, drinking, boys silly videogames challenges, boardgames and a lot of pranks. But apart from all that quarentine was making you guys build strong bonds.

You all tried to be active, productive and keep the days busy. But let me tell you this: that boys were always up to no good.

You were siting in the living room with your laptop in the coffee table and paying extreme attention to your zoom class. Harrison was in his, writing a few emails and you both were enjoying the quietness of the room while your teacher rambled about something important.

You totally missed Harry cheekily giggling and running into the living room, disappearing right after into the backyard. But little boy Tom definitely not gone unnoticed when he came shouting and shirtless, trying to catch his brother, making a quick appearence into your lecture since you had your camera and mic on the moment he passed behind you.

“HARRY! YOU’RE GONNA GET IT, YOU DICKHEAD!” Tom disapeared into the backyard door and Harrison looked at you trying his best not to laugh. You were looking at your classmates, with your face pale and widen eyes as you were noticing some of them laughing, freaking out and most importantly, your teacher had this serious unread expression on his face.

“That's it, I'm completely done”. You thought to yourself while smiling awkardly to the camera and thinking about million ways to murder Thomas freaking Holland.

"Wait, wasn't that dude, Spiderman?" Your teacher asked making Harrison and the rest of the class brust in laughter, meanwhile you grew red.

Apart from ruining zoom lectures, spending quality time with your bestfriends was the best thing. But most important, spending quality time with your very special friend Harry. Of course he didn’t knew he had a special place in you heart - and you meant to keep that way - but you two were very close and as the days went by it was more dificult to pretend that he didn’t make your stomach funny every morning when he came down and kissed your cheek, smelling heavenly with his sleepy eyes and messy curls.

Harrison was the mainly reason you've met Harry and the rest of the boys. It was during a summer break where you joined an workshop to learn more about the process of making movies and writing scripts. You didn't want to persue that professionally, but you needed exciting things to do on your summer break from high school so why not join a class to discuss movies?

You two got along right away after the teacher set you together to recreate a new ending for Titanic. You both did a comic approach, making everyone in the group laugh and even the teacher said that you were really a good duo. You had the writing skills and he had the acting. You were pretty unaware of Harrison’s truly intentions tho. But the minute he noticed your general interests about certain genres and cinema in general, the way you discuss the photography, scripts and plots even tho you didn’t understand very well about it and just by the way you stood in the theaters reading all the credits after a movie just ended. All of that simple things, reminded him of something. Or to be more precised, someone. That someone was nothing less than Harry Holland.

So he knew that he had to settle up you two, that you two would get along very well but Harrison wasn't going to force it, it had to happen naturally. That's why you started to hang out more with him. Going out to lunch or drink coffee, study sessions in the library, parties or movie sessions in his house and that eventually, gave you Tom.

Tom usually came with Harrison to the study sessions, studying his scrips and even joined the workshop at one point. Sadly he got off when he started working on the first big challenge in his career and all the Spiderman thing.

You three grew together and everyone started to getting in the right way of their lifes. Of course Tom knew his best friend's intentions from the start and decided to join the team of cupids.

It was needed one night at the pub, where you three were drinking and having a good time, to steping the plan to a whole another level.

"Guys, I'm going to quit the workshop." You said camly making Tom frown and Harrison almost spit his drink.

No no no, his plan didn't even started yet!! He thought.

"What? Why?!" Tom whined. After he had to quit it because his filming career, he was truly excited about his two best friends doing something similar to his job. He like the heated arguments and opinions about the films on movie nights, like you all had some sorta of film club.

"Did you got a boyfriend, is that it?" Harrison talked curious. "He doesn't let you hang with us?" He leaned on the tabled talking low as if he was saying a secret password.

"No Harrison, I'm still single. What the hell?" You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

This man and his obsession with my lofe life. You thought.

“I'm starting college and thats a big deal. I'm not going to have time to commit there, I only joined it as a hobby and it's been two years, guys." You smiled at them noticing their attention on you. "Also, I'm searching for a flat here, downtown before it all starts and I'm not finding anything." You simple explain frowning and taking a long sip on your drink and Tom's eyes lit up. He was proud of his flash thinking. Even if sometimes he wished he could just shut up and don’t say stupid things as his brothers would say to him.

"Move in with us, there's enough room there!" He let out excited. His eyes moved to Harrison and the blonde boy raised an eyebrow thinking further and understanding his best friend cheeky expression.

"Yeah, you could join us, darling. Real estate is a mess these days" Harrison smiled widely and your jaw dropped.

Are they serious right now?

"As if you knew about real estate." Tom rolled his eyes and Harrison playfully smacked his head.

"Uh-I-I don't know... You don't live there alone, what about the other guys? I don’t want to change the frat crazy house of yours.." You weren't sure if it was a good idea to move to a house without asking the other people who lived there.

"Oh you mean my brother Harry?" You nod after whatching Tom carefully. "He is super excited to met you, we’ve talk a lot about you". He simply let out making Harrison widen his blue eyes.Tom and his big mouth.

"Wait what?!" You asked being caught in surprise.

Three years later and there you were, standing in the kitchen, after Tom cooked dinner - by cooking you mean ordering - since it was your and Harry's turn to wash the dishes. As you washed the plates, he dried them with a white towel and was humming a song that was playing from his playlist. - swear that boy had a playlist for everything.

"Did you and Tom got your script thing sorted out yet?" You asked while passing a plate under the water. He stopped singing and listened to you carefully.

"Yeah, we are pretty far ahead. Moving to find a good plot. It's pretty hard" He answer grabbing the plate from your hands and noticing your eyes on his face, blushing slightly. "Don't tell Tom but I can give you the abstracts if you want to have a read? I know how much you love to read." He smiled and looked at your face properly. You were smiling widely and his heart softened finding your dimple extremely cute.

"Really?!" You sound so excited that he chuckled nodding.

"Of course. You're running out of books to read, I was planing on giving you one for Christmas but-" he continued driyng the plates but got caught in surprised when you kissed his cheek and said thanks. Seconds later he was right back in the kitchen after a short trip to the moon. "How's the online classes going?" He smiled, still blushing from your previous interaction, and looked at your face.

"It's going good." You stopped for a few seconds just admiring his face and the way his curls fell into his face lazily. He looked extremely cute in that green sweater. "I think my teacher fancies me more now. After the litle acident and knowing I share roof with spiderman, the dude." You said with a funny expression and you both laughed.

"Glad I could contribute on such achievements, miss." He bumped his shoulder into yours playfully. And you laughed even more. Your giggles filling the kitchen and besides the music playing on his playlist, Harry swore it was the most beautiful melodies he ever heard.

You two returned your attention to the sink and as you were doing it you got caugh in a Arctic Monkeys music playing and trying to remember the lyrics.

Click.

Your attention was brought back after hearing a camera and seeing a flash. Harry was still looking at you thru the lense with a lovely smile.

"Harry? Oh my god, no!" You blushed at his bold moves. "I'm looking horrible right now. Why did you take a picture?"

"Nonsense. You look so cute while doing the dishes." He turned the camera, showing you the picture and you blushed even more.

"Eww. Please, delete it." You warned and he chuckled putting the camera straps above his neck and resting the camera on his chest.

"I'm not going to delete it, love." He kept his task as you. "Sorry not sorry." He laughed maliciously and you rolled your eyes.

"You're going to delete it." You looked at him and he clicked his tongue.

"Uh-uh." He hummed moving his head negatively and his curls balanced up and down. That was a good sight.

"Oh yeah?" You raised and eyebrow asking one more time and didn't even gave him the time to turn your direction. Your hands already throwing him foam and he stepped back, foam hitting his hoodie and his chest.

He smirked but his hands went to his camera, inspection it.

"Oh shit, the camera." Your mouth making a "o" shape. "Im sorry H, I didn't thought about it." You pouted giving him the most apologetic smile and he pulled a poker face at you for a few minutes.

You were starting to believe that you actually broke the device but then he started to laugh hard.

"It's water proof, dummy." He showed you his tongue and hit you smoothly with the towel in your face.

"You absolute arse!" You thrown him more foam and after a peace threaten by his hands up, he finally stopped laughing. "Im serious now, delete the picture, carrot." You warned and he laughed at the nickname.

"I think I'm going to set it as my wallpaper." His words rolled out of his tongue so easily as he concentrate on drying the plates again and you didn't even moved from your spot, getting caught by his words.

"What?" You asked finally, studying his face and his eyes opened widely. "Harry why use my picture as your background?" You dried your hands.

Did I said that out loud? Damn it, Harry you fucking dick. He thought.

"Hmm..." He swallowed. "It's a really nice picture. You look rather pretty.... And I-uh kinda like you, I guess." His hands scratching his head and his blood stopping running thru his body. Well there wasn't no intention of hidden it now.

"Oh I'm so enjoying this." Tom said to Harrison, as they were siting across the room in the couch watching the whole scene in silence. You two didn't even noticed them spying.

"It's a romcom and we were the directors of it." Harrison joked and Tom chuckled.

"Thanks." You smiled and went to hug Harry. "You look rather pretty too." You said into his shoulder and earned a kind smile from him "Look." You were closer to him and your head moved back to look into his eyes properly, his hand traveled to your back and laid way to high for your liking. But it was Harry, and he was always so respectful that he didn't want to be sneaky or ruin the moment by placing his hands too down. You found that gesture so cute.

"I think I kinda like you, too." Your face got closer to his and his eyes closed feeling your hot breath hit his face. You stand there admiring his freckles for minutes.

"Do we have to move their heads too?" Harrison asked whispering. The duo was watching the scene unfold ahead of them with frowning expressions.

"Why aren't they kissing?" Tom dramatically pulled a face as if their plan came out totally wrong after all those years of dedication.

Harry started to dance slowly, his lashes clicked a few times and he opened his eyes. And you followed him. You both had silly smiles on your faces and after a long time of slowly dancing in his arms. He lean in, kissing you passionately. And you returned the kiss, like you meant to tell him that you loved him all along.

Continuously gags and whistles followed by an loud “FINALLY” from Harrison could be heard from the kitchen making Harry and you pull back from the kiss and stare at the boys. You both smiled and kissed again.

"Oh get a room you two!" Tuwaine shouted after entering the kitchen surprisingly and seeing you.

Despite that, you two didn't pulled back and Harry gave them the middle finger, covering your faces and the kiss with his hand, from the sneaky bastards across the room.

"We've created monsters" Tom's statement made everyone laugh.

[hatsukeii]

Hi! 2, 4, 6, 8, 12, 14 for Kageyama from the headcanons list?? If it's too many, just choose whichever interest you the most! Thank you! 💜

Hhhhh ty for requesting!!

I have so many ideas from Kageyama after seeing the latest few chapters all over my explore page on ig, this should be fun~

Btw just because I crave fluff and made up romantic scenarios I will be including you as a female s/o, I hope you’re fine w that bc I’m terrible at writing same sex fanfics and I feel like including you might be fun too, sorry if it’s not what you prefer, I’ll write up another one if you want!!

(You aren’t mentioned excessively though, so don’t worry!!)

Warnings: Mild manga spoilers that have to do with Kageyama’s backstory, nothing too major though, and angstangstangstangstangst-

2. How are they like on social media?

- Kageyama’s probably one that doesn’t really have that much regarding social media.

- However he would probably have the most common ones.

- Instagram, snapchat, maybe twitter too.

- He also has tiktok now that you’ve basically forced him to download it.

- Definitely uses instagram the most out of everything he has.

- Username: milkboykags

- Followers: 992 (Since he’s pretty popular through playing volleyball.)

- Following: 745 (He tries to follow most of his followers back if they have mutual friends between them, even if it’s a fan.)

- Profile pic: Probably one of those grunge shaky pics of him with a few of the Karasuno team members and you with a dark background and stuff.

- Bio: If you don’t have milk, don’t bother looking for me. ~Me, 2k19 (He hasn’t updated his bio a year lol.)

- His instagram feed is actually pretty aesthetic.

- He has one volleyball post of the entire team at the beach playing beach volleyball while the sun sets.

- He’s way too proud of that post.

- Another one of his posts was taken when you two were on an arcade date (At that time he hadn’t confessed yet, but he asked you out just to do that) and he sneaked a photo of you trying to get a unicorn plush from one of those claw machines.

- That one he’s gonna be keeping in his feed forever.

- He has a collection of highlights.

- There’s one for volleyball practice shenanigans, one for those little dates he takes you on, another one for full on group hangouts, then one of camera wars with random people that try taking photos of him, most likely you or Hinata.

- His feed basically revolves around this filter recipe he made for instagram, which makes his photos look cooler toned and more faded.

(P.s dm me if you want the recipe bc i made it on vsco lmao no I’m not a vsco girl don’t worry.)

- He doesn’t really use snapchat and twitter.

- Only does streaks with you and the volleyball team.

- Tiktok though, is a whole other story.

- Username: givemethecows

- Followers: 1405 (People from both tiktok and instagram.)

- Following: 200

- Bio: I make videos and shit.

- Profile pic: Bass boosted you like jazz meme (Bass boosted but photo if you get me.)

- Kageyama has this whole lowkey eboy thing going on with his tiktok.

- Most the time his videos are just a way to show his weird sense of humour or his sense of style that screams casual eboy.

- Since you forced him to get tiktok, you also forced him to learn dances with you.

- He’s terrible at those.

- Like very bad.

- He managed to break a pair of Tsukishima’s glasses while doing the renegade at break.

- And almost twisted his hips trying to throw it back as a joke.

- Needless to say it’s both hilarious and embarrassing for Kageyama.

- There are also tiktoks of him doing insane volleyball tricks on camera like the demon quick, the synchronised attack, and his jump serve etc.

- Which have gained him quite the following on the platform.

- In conclusion, Kageyama is generally pretty good at social media, but sucks ass at dancing.

4. What is Kageyama’s preferred weather?

- Surprisingly, Kageyama doesn’t like sunny weather. At all.

- For him, it’s the absolute worst thing.

- He think that sunny weather is way too annoying and hot and stuffy and gross.

- Plus, going out for morning runs in sunny weather is like wearing 10 jackets in hell.

- Like you can put on an extra layer if you’re cold but you can’t just strip naked if you’re hot.

- Oh my god he hates it so much it pains him to even think about it.

- He likes rainy days.

- Definitely not his favourite though.

- Rainy days usually mean staying home for the entire day.

- He can just laze around in his house, do whatever he wants.

- The sound of rain against glass windows soothes him.

- The constant sounds of droplets hitting the windows give him a sense of tranquility and peace.

- He will quite literally, fall asleep to those sounds.

- However rainy days do have their drawbacks.

- One of them, is having to stay home.

- Kageyama likes going for runs just to take in some fresh air, but that won’t work when it’s raining cats and dogs now will it.

- Plus, it means everything he does is restricted in his house unless he can get to an indoor gym that’s open.

- Boring.

- So he prefers windy days, when the cold breeze grazes his skin and the sun hides behind the fluffy clouds.

- It’s those days where he doesn’t have to suffer the heat that the sun brings upon him, nor does he have to suffer the feeling of rainwater dripping from the tips of his hair.

- He can do whatever he wants and still feel at ease and comfortable.

- Quite literally everything he asks for in a day.

6. Favourite music?

- Let’s be real, Kageyama probably isn’t good at music.

- He can’t dance or sing to save his life.

- However, he does enjoy how listening to music calms his nerves and gives him a chance to relax, even if he’s in a situation where he should be focused on an assignment or a piece of class work.

- People would expect him to enjoy listening to EDM or alternative rock, but no.

- This boy likes to listen to lofi and love songs.

- This doesn’t mean that his playlist only consists of these two genres, but the majority of songs in his playlist are either chill lofi beats or songs that give you the feels.

- Some of his favourite artists are Jeremy Zucker, Blackbear, Conan Gray, Billie Eilish, Lauv, Clairo, Wallows, Khalid, BENEE, Post Malone, Coldplay, Rex Orange County, Green Day, Shiloh Dynasty, Kina, love-sadKID, and the Arctic Monkeys.

- Has like 5 different playlists for different moods and events.

- One for moody times, one for study beats, one for when he wants throwbacks, one for firing him up before volleyball matches, and one for if he ever has to DJ in the front seat of someone’s car.

- Prefers to listen to music by himself.

- You’re an exception though.

- If he’s with you, you get one earbud, but he’ll be the one choosing the music still.

- You two have pretty contrasting tastes when it comes to music.

- He likes softer songs and lofi the most, whilst you prefer old rock and alternative rock. Oh and also a lot of throwback songs.

- I feel like Kageyama has definitely cried to a few songs when he was going through hard times.

- To him, listening to music is also a way of releasing all the inner conflict and frustrations.

- (Spoiler for backstory) When his grandfather died, he put Fix You on loop for at least 20 minutes.

- He was just numb, curled up into a ball on his bed, staring at the wall. He couldn’t feel anything. Nothing in his mind registered properly. All he could think of, was everything his grandfather had taught him, before he eventually passed away.

- Submerging himself into the melancholy song he was listening to, he didn’t even feel the tears that were now streaming down his face.

- The salty tears were now staining his pillow, creating little wet spots.

- He listened to every single lyric in the song, clutching his sheets harder every time the chorus came up.

- He punched his mattress repeatedly, still unable to accept the fact that someone he held so dear to his heart had just left like the wind.

- It wasn’t long until he was a sobbing mess, shaking and whimpering as he knelt on the bed.

- Silently sang to the lyrics, plopping back to his bed in defeat.

- His sister lingered in front of the door for five whole minutes, eventually leaving to let Kageyama sort out his feelings himself.

- You introduce a ton of new songs to him, since he doesn’t know that much about anything else other than lofi and sad songs.

- Just please no one let him listen to Nickleback. Please. He doesn’t need to know about it.

8. Movie that he would choose for a move nigh?

- The monthly Karasuno volleyball team movie night was finally here, and it was Kageyama’s turn to choose a movie this time, much to Tsukishima’s dismay.

- He’s put a lot of thought into this, not wanting to disappoint his teammates by choosing a shitty movie.

- He basically tried to figure out what everyone wanted to watch.

- However, everyone had very contrasting requests.

- Tsukishima wanted to watch Jurassic Park, Yamaguchi wanted a Disney movie, Hinata wanted something Marvel, Tanaka and Nishinoya wanted a horror movie, (Mainly so they could hit on you whilst you were still single) Sugawara wanted a romcom, Yachi wanted a comedy, and the others were fine with anything.

- He stressed himself out way too much trying to choose one movie.

- He finally got an idea after 3 entire days of thinking.

- And it wasn’t anything the team expected.

- Kageyama pulled up with Pulp Fiction.

- He’s seen that movie at least 5 times already.

- It was the perfect mix of comedy, gore, action, and philosophy.

- Plus, anything that starred Samuel L Jackson was worth a watch.

- Till this day, it remains one of his go to movies, alongside any MCU movie. (Captain America: The First Avenger is definitely his favourite though.)

12. Something small that they enjoy?

- One of the two small things Kageyama enjoys doing is baking cookies.

- Cookies in particular.

- I mean, there really is no detailed explanation.

- He’s pretty good at baking in general, even Tsukishima enjoys the cookies he bakes.

- Plus, he gets to dip the cookies in milk, what’s there not to enjoy?

- Another little thing he enjoys a lot is actually photography.

- Most the time, when he sees a pretty sky, or a city street at nighttime.

- He can’t help himself but snap a few photos here and there.

- Something about a well shot photo just hits different.

- Sometimes, he brings his camera out just to takes nice photos.

- Whenever you two are on dates, he’ll be able to capture candid or motion shots of when you’re just looking out the window of a bus mindlessly, or when you’re twirling around on the street playfully.

- Photos speak a thousand words, and honestly? He lives by that.

14. What is enough to bring him to tears?

- Support.

- Kageyama really needs support from someone he cares about.

- And no, not like support from his teammates.

- That’s different from hearing someone cheer from the stands.

- (Spoiler for backstory) Kageyama’s parents never gave much attention to him, since they were always busy with work. The only person that ever showed support for him was his grandfather, who passed away while he was still young.

- As if that wasn’t enough shit directed towards Kageyama, his teammates abandoned him during a match in junior high not long after the death of his grandfather.

- Which means that Kageyama now has lowkey abandonment issues.

- All through his volleyball journey he never got the support and reassurance he needed.

- He watched in envy as people from opposing teams, or even his own teammates, waved at their family members after they won or lost a match.

- All he could do was stare at the stands, hoping to catch just a glimpse of a family member.

- Nothing.

- Nobody realised how alone Kageyama felt during and after matches, until they watched him break down in tears after a particular match.

- It was the Spring Match against Seijoh, and Karasuno was playing like normal.

- Kageyama was insanely good as usual.

- What he didn’t notice then, was that you had dragged his sister Miwa to the match just so you both could cheer for him.

- In addition to that, you were also wearing his jersey.

- It wasn’t until the final point was scored, did he hear you and Miwa scream from the stands.

- Hearing the familiar voices, his head basically snapped in your direction, scanning the stadium for someone familiar, before landing his eyes on you and his older sister.

- His eyes widened for a hot second, his mind running in circles.

- Nobody has ever cheered for him.

- But here you two were, cheering for him from the stands.

- And you were wearing his jersey.

- A hand went up to cover his mouth, a huge grin spreading.

- One drop.

- Two drops.

- Then came the waterworks.

- The entire team was shocked.

- Like shookth.

- The two of you ran down to the arena, engulfing Kageyama in a huge hug.

- Best moment of his fucking life.

- From then on, the Karasuno team members made sure to notify you of any matches they had against other schools, hoping you and Miwa could go cheer.

- You two haven’t missed a single match since.

Whoooo three hours of work and going straight to Netflix at 2:30am, what a life.

I couldn’t resist I’m sorry casual or slight angst is my favourite genre of hc and fanfic-

I hope you liked this xx😗👉👈

[emilesmuseassemblya]

These Lifetimes

A small gift I made @thefollowhollow / @southernsolutions ,  because it’s been our anniversary recently and I know its been struggling with its muses lately.  (It also has more of a ‘special message’ to it, but will send that to you in private!)

The cover art is by juuji (I wanted to link to the blog directly, but they're deactivated. :(),  levaas,  growlystars​  and  jantelaw.

The songs are in no particular order and new ones will be add in time, but this is them as they are now:

SIDE A

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground Dig them up; let's finish what we've started Dig them up, so nothing's left untouched

Flaws   Bastille

I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things No one knows about you (About you) About you (About you) And you're making the typical me Break my typical rules It's true, I'm a sucker for you 

Sucker  Boyce Avenue & Connie Talbot

'Cause you brought out the best of me A part of me I'd never seen You took my soul wiped it clean Our love was made for movie screens

All I want  Kodaline

You were the light that is blinding me You're the anchor that I tie to my brain 'Cause when it feels like I'm lost at sea You're the song that I sing again and again All the time, all the time I think of you all the time All the time, all the time I think of you all the time

The Anchor  Bastille

And take the pain Make it billboard big then swallow it for me Time-capsule for the future Trust me, that's what I will be Oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love You were doomed but just enough You were doomed but just enough

Church  Fall Out Boy & nothing, nowhere

She got blood cold as ice And a heart made of stone But she keeps me alive She's the beast in my bones She gets everything she wants When she gets me alone Like it's nothing She got two little horns And they get me a little bit

Horns  Bryce Fox

Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hoping that you'd stay (Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

Do I Wanna Know?  Artic Monkeys

Is it just our bodies? Are we both losing our minds? Is the only reason you're holding me tonight 'Cause we're scared to be lonely? Do we need somebody just to feel like we're alright? Is the only reason you're holding me tonight 'Cause we're scared to be lonely?

Scared to be Lonely  Boyce Avenue

You're never gonna love me, so what's the use? What's the point in playing a game you're gonna lose? What's the point in saying you love me like a friend? What's the point in saying it's never gonna end?

Lies  MARINA

Still waiting, hands shaking Maybe the coast will clear But these voices, these strange noises They followed me in here

Panic Room  Au/Ra

If you'd been a dog They would have drowned you at birth Look into my mouth It's the only way you'll know I'm telling the truth

Knives Out  Radiohead

God that was strange to see you again Introduced by a friend of a friend Smiled and said "Yes I think we've met before" In that instant it started to pour, Captured a taxi despite all the rain We drove in silence across Pont Champlain And all of the time you thought I was sad I was trying to remember your name

Your Ex-Lover is Dead  Stars

SIDE B

One of us Won't last the night Between you and me it's no surprise. And there's two of us Both can't be right Neither will move till it's over.

Center of Attention  Guster

I've had enough of scheming and messing around with jerks My car is parked outside, I'm afraid it doesn't work I'm looking for a partner, someone who gets things fixed Ask yourself this question: do you want to be rich?

Opportunities  Pet Shop Boys

One for the money, two for the show I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go How did you get that way, I don't know You're screwed up and brilliant And look like a million dollar man So why is my heart broke?

Million Dollar Man  Lana Del Rey

I've found love in the strangest place Tied up and branded, locked in a cage I say I'm gonna stage a great escape Let loose and love all But baby we're out of place

Problems  Mother Mother

What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? What are you wondering? What do you know? Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me? When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

Bury a Friend  Billie Eilish

Love runs it's course A mark on a scoreboard So I nail my heart Under the floorboards

Call my Name  the Unlikely Candidates

Give me tough love and a lesson to learn Your tough love is what I deserve Sweet tough love, you're my pretty good luck charm There's no place I'd rather be than in your arms

Tough Love  Avicii, Vargas & Lagola

It's not the way I planned it Don't you misunderstand it I'll be running, I'll be running into murky waters Your reputation's well known I should have left you alone I'll be running, I'll be running into murky waters It's not the way I planned it Please don't leave me here stranded

Murky Waters  Autoheart

It's a cold cold war Between the vain and valuable I can't take it I can't take it no more It's a cold cold war Ask myself what I want more Something lifeless or someone to adore I'm overzealous

Cold War  Foreign Figures

Some kill, some steal, some break your heart And you thought that I would let it go and let you walk Well, broken hearts break bones, so break up fast And I don't wanna let it go, so in my grave I'll rot

Revenge  XXXTENTACION

SIDE C

There's a snake on top of every ladder Who will tell you that he's your best friend Everyone important needs an adder But subtraction gets you in the end 

Snakes and Ladders   Men At Work

You turn the screws You tear down the bridge Flimsy as it is, it's business like You shake my hand You break up the band Flimsy as it is, it's open-mike punk rock Red white and blue (whoa)

You Turn the Screws  Cake

Pyramids of money silhouetting in your dreams Pyramids of money pirouetting in your dreams Pyramids of money that you'll probably never see, It's true

Pyramids  Man Man

Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night You know what everything's about You and to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night

Big Spot  Billy Joel

They wanna get my Gold on the ceiling I ain’t blind Just a matter of time Before you steal it It’s alright Ain’t no guard in my house

Gold on the Ceiling  The Black Keys

You're a fraud and you know it But it's too good to throw it all away Anyone would do the same You've got 'em going And you're careful not to show it Sometimes you even fool yourself a bit It's like magic But it's always been a smoke and mirrors game Anyone would do the same

Smoke and Mirrors  Gotye 

You've got the money maker They showed the money to you You showed them what you can do Showed them your money Make you get out out out oh yeah You'll get out out out oh yeah

The Moneymaker  Rilo Kiley

As a kid, I was idolizing Millionaires and all the presidents

But I don't trust them anymore No way, no way, no, not again And I may never trust at all No way, no way, I'm over them

I Don’t trust U Anymore  Left at London

[pocket-bunney]

Educational | An Overwatch story

‘Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel’ - Moira said, each word rolling off with more delight from her tongue ‘You have really outdone yourself this time.’

She picked up the tablet from the table and a wide smile spread across her face. Unintentionally, she let out a strange little chuckle of excitement, one she usually reserved for significant scientific breakthroughs.

‘We must bring him here at once so we can start our research.’ she said, her voice matter-of-fact with a dash of that lingering delight.

‘Tomorrow evening at 2200. I heard you two know each other?’ Gabriel growled and turned around and headed to the exit  ‘Spare me the whole story. Just be ready. I heard he is unstable, our best bet is that he will react favorably to a familiar face.’

Moira looked at him leave but did not say anything. Then she carefully lifted up the tablet again, looking thoughtfully on the profile picture of a man in his sixties.

‘Siebren… you’ve really done it this time, old fool’ she muttered, then discarded the tablet and turned around to make preparations.

***

It seemed like a lifetime ago when she first met him, even though it must have only been 15 years or so, but her life had taken quite many turns since then. 

Back then she was still working on her paper about DNA alteration, but skill, knowledge and diligence - as she had to find out - did not bring progress after a certain point in the scientific community. You needed connections, mentors and sponsors, the more influential, the better.

Moira in her younger years was never quite good at socializing. There were a few peers she could tolerate from her long years of studies, but that network only got her so far. Her funding, and hence her research, was halted for good without some influential backers.

Therefore, albeit unwillingly but she started reaching out to other colleagues across the globe and got to attending some science conferences. These were mostly bland and boring, bound by the shackles of ethics, not a true innovator among any of the people she met. Even worse, all that socializing, small talk and fruitless network-building were making her sick to the stomach.

She was in Rotterdam now at a conference where the overarching theme was gravity. Physics were normally not in her field of interest, but she was quite intrigued by the biological findings of the Horizon Lunar Colony, and anyway, the event was just a short plane-trip away.

‘I should be up there’ she thought to herself annoyed, standing in one of the lobbies by one of those tall, skinny tables and taking yet another piece of dry salty pastry form a bowl while glancing up at the sky with the pale moon up. ‘I should be up there, making actual, daring research, not those pansies with breeding monkeys and hamsters.’

‘Excuse me, madam’ someone said, stepping into her line of sight. She looked up unamused - it was a surprisingly tall man about a decade older than her. He had muscular, broad shoulders and a friendly expression on his face ‘I saw you were here all by yourself so I thought you could use some company. Please let me introduce myself, I am Dr. Siebren De Kuiper, astrophysicist.’

‘‘Dr. Moira O’Deorain, genetic engineering.’ Moira offered restrained and held out her hand. Dr. De Kuiper had a nice handshake - Finally someone, Moira thought - not too aggressive, not too limp. She was not a short one herself but she found she needed to tilt her head up if she wanted to look into his eyes.

‘So, Dr. O’Deorain, what brings you to this conference, if I may ask? Surely not the awful break-time snacks.’ he said, taking a piece from the bowl.

Moira snickered, but instantly checked herself.

‘I mainly came for the session about the Lunar base and to hear the findings about the genetic level influences of low- and zero gravity.’ she offered in a measured tone ‘But I don’t want to bore you with the details. Surely, an astrophysicist has a broader interest here than me.’

‘Oh, good Doctor, but that is the thing! The theme of the conference is Gravity. Such an overarching power, so many fields influenced... From the very stem cells we all come from, until the super-massive black holes at the center our our Galaxy… Gravity is everywhere, governing our existence, our very fate!’ his blue eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he was talking and gesturing ‘Such a force to be reckoned with, uniting so many people… I must admit, it makes me quite happy colleagues from other fields also find interest in this event today. But-- forgive me, I am rambling. Dr. O’Deorain, do tell more about your research.’

Moira took a slight breath and gave her elevator-pitch on her current research about custom genetic programs. She had several of these speeches perfected out for each type of listener - one for patrons who knew little of science, one for scientists from other fields and the most elaborate of course, for genetic engineers. She thought the pleasantries would end after her short speech, but to her surprise de Kuiper was very inquiring and before long they struck up quite the conversation. He was a strange person: wise and thoughtful, yet also eccentric and quite jovial - and above all, very polite and thoughtful.

Moira felt intrigued and, after the last year or so full of long and tedious of forced networking, she found herself enjoying the conversation about their researches just for the sake of it.

A bell rang somewhere and Siebren perked up, then quickly apologized and told Moira to come to his seminar that was the last one of the day.

‘I really hope you will come. I’ll do my best to make it interesting’ he added with a smile, and Moira caught herself smiling back and nodding.

Once he was out of sight, she angrily bit the long nail of her thumb, contemplating why the hell she agreed to go. It was not like she had to gain anything from this connection. 

Why would she even be interested in something else than her own agenda? 

And still - some time later, there she sat in the seminar room with the rest of the crowd. Just to observe him, she told herself. There was something to learn from this elderly man.

Siebren was commanding the small stage with his posture, gestures and charismatic but friendly voice. He sometimes stammered just a bit, looking for exactly the right words, like a teenager confessing his love, and wanting to get the feelings across just right. He had a simple, old-school whiteboard behind him and scribbled some equations Moira did not grasp at all, and now and then used some impressive holographs to prove a point. Amidst all the gravity-related puns (of which there were more than what Moira was comfortable with as a geneticists) Moira couldn’t help but think how the power of harnessing a black hole’s energy was quite as exhilarating and a morally grey area like her own research of DNA alteration on the cell level.

If one could create black holes at will… maybe even use the immense power of gravity to shield oneself and to assault enemies… Surely it could be done, with the right circumstances. But the issue of stability…. well that was agreeably the greatest risk of this hypothesis.

Moira found herself feverishly noting down some raw ideas, mixed with observations she made from Siebren’s presentation. He was captivating everyone’s attention in the room with his words, tone and gesture - and she wanted to possess such a power as well.

There was a roaring applause once the Dutchman finished and several members from the audience went down to shake his hand and speak a few words with him. Moira lazily scribbled in her notebook as the line in front of Siebren just got longer and longer. 

She stretched and let her thoughts run wild in her head - not quite sure how much of these she could actually include in her current research, but it was a refreshing change to be considering new possibilities after being bogged down in her laboratory for such a long time. She found she was not tired at all, and was not in the mood to return to her dull hotel room just yet.

At one point a strange chill struck her, and she looked up, seeing Siebren staring directly at her from the podium with a wide smile.

‘How did you like it?’ he asked cheerfully. They were the last two people in the enormous hall.

‘It was… educational’ Moira said teasingly as she gathered her notebook and slowly walked down the flight of stairs next to him.

‘Educational?’ he seemed a bit disappointed ‘O mijn God, even my completely stoned students have stronger opinions than that, Doctor. Was it that bad?’ he asked, stepping next to the whiteboard and wiping it off with a concerned look.

Moira stepped next to him and picked up a whiteboard marker.

‘It actually made me think of a few new things.’

Siebren’s face instantly lit up. ‘Happy to hear that!’ he exclaimed ‘Do you wish to discuss?’ he asked eagerly, gesturing towards the whiteboard.

‘Before we do, Dr. De Kuiper…’ Moira started in a silken voice ‘I am quite inclined to ask you about your views on ethics. Both you and I seem to be exploring quite the moral grey zone, wouldn’t you agree?’

‘Hmmm’ the man replied at first with a light smile as he looked thoughtfully into the heterochromic eyes ‘I can of course give my opinion… Under one condition.’

‘Yes?’ Moira frowned. She did not like conditions.

‘Let’s be on a first name basis, Dr. O’Deorain. Such conversations are more suited with closer acquaintances’ he said with a warm smile, and she smiled back at him.

‘Very well... Siebren. So, your views?’

‘Well, Moira, twenty years ago everyone thought me for a fool for even mentioning harnessing black holes’ Siebren chuckled and sat down on the table on top of the podium ‘It took some convincing, some funding and a lot of work to change how people perceived it. Let me put it this way - gravity and ethics both keep something together. Only the latter is not absolute, it is not a rule of the universe. You can slowly chip away at it. Two hundred years ago women in science were unheard of. And now, here you are. Ethics change. We are the ones changing them, Moira.’

They talked for hours, discussing hypotheses about utilizing black holes and gravitational force on a cellular level. There was no topic too daring, no idea too unethical for their conversation. He even promised to get her in touch with some important people. 

Around 2 a.m. he called a taxi for her, holding out an umbrella until she got into the car. 

The contacts he introduced her to ended up being the founders of Oasis, which, after the fall of Blackwatch provided to be a stable means to fund her research.

Later they emailed each other a few more times, but never quite managed to meet up again. She occasionally read articles about him, but in the last few years, all but forgot about him - until today.

***

The facility was unassuming on the outside, but a fortress on the inside - but it all mattered not with Gabriel’s planning and Talon’s sheer force.

‘Daaaamn, this security is top-notch’ Sombra pouted ‘Just sayin, I ain’t goin’ in there to see granpa if this is the level of security he gets.’

‘Just get this thing open and disable the alarms’ Moira snapped at her ‘I’ll take care of the rest.’

‘Be sure you do, Doctor…’ Sombra replied, giving out a little snicker.

The door to the cell was a huge one, protected not only by electric locks but also a huge mechanical valve. After the screeching alarms went down, Akande tore off the whole door and flung it to the side as if it was made out of paper, then glanced into the small room beyond it, padded from floor to ceiling.

‘Not going in?’ Sombra teased him.

‘Doctor, this is your specialty’ Akande gestured towards the room, but as Moira passed him, he grabbed her arm and whispered into her ear - ‘I want you and him BOTH in one piece and in a usable form.’ The woman removed her arm from his grip and brushed it off with an annoyed expression. Then, with a sharp inhale, she stepped into the confinement room.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room, but once they did, she saw a figure standing in one of the corners, hunched and muttering something inaudible. The silhouette she recognized but it has changed, the broad shoulders and confident stance broken and shaking. He looked like he was on the verge of imploding on himself.

‘Siebren.’ she called out softly. The figure twitched but did not turn her way.

‘It’s all the same! Life, death… it doesn’t matter!’  he suddenly said, then fell abruptly silent.

Moira took a step closer. Suddenly, the floor gave away beneath her and the air was instantly pressed out from her lungs. She slowly fell to her knees - the floor was still there, but the sinking feeling in her stomach just kept getting worse. She was panting, trying to fight this invisible force, somehow. 

So this is his power, she thought to herself. She needed to get closer, within reaching distance… but it was impossible to stand, so she resorted to crawl towards him inch by inch - she would have felt immensely humiliated if she wasn’t completely oxygen deprived and fighting for each and every breath.

‘It’s me Siebren... Moira… Dr. Moira O’Deorain. You need to calm down for me… Siebren, can you hear me? Do you remember me?’

‘I don’t remember what went wrong’ Siebren muttered ‘My calculations… my life… everything was coming down to that moment…’

A bullet swished through the air, abruptly stopping right before Siebren’s head, then it bounced right back where it came from with a loud PANG. Moira couldn’t decide if she felt relieved that this ragtag group of idiots were looking out for her or disappointed that their efforts were worth absolutely nothing.

‘THAT MELODY, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE, WHAT IS IT?!’ Siebren suddenly yelled out. Moira felt her body rise uncontrollably and then be abruptly smashed back into the floor. She growled; every inch of hers hurt like hell, her head was spinning and she was on the verge of throwing up, passing out, or worse enough, both. She needed to end this, now.

With her last bit of strength she hoistered herself up onto her forearms and saw De Kuiper collapsing a few feet away from her. He was completely silent now, just slightly twitching and staring up at the ceiling, never blinking.

Moira slowly crawled next to him and felt the pressure on her lungs lift with every passing second. Gently, she held out her left hand above his head and released a tiny amount of healing biotic energy. Then, she placed her hand on Siebren’s forehead.

‘I’m here’ she said in the gentlest tone she could muster. He twitched a couple more times, then slowly closed his eyes.

‘Doctor O’Deorain’ he muttered, only half opening his eyes, his gaze unfocused. ‘May I ask, what brings you to this conference? Surely not the awful break-time snacks.’

After her initial shock, Moira forced a smile on her face and while whispering a reply, carefully reached into her pocket for the tranquilizer she’s stashed away.

‘I came to see your  seminar on gravity, Siebren. I heard it was quite the event.’

‘Someone once said it was... educational’ Siebren chuckled to himself, then tensed a bit as Moira pressed the tranquilizing shot onto his neck.

‘Well, we can’t all be great astrophysicists like you’ Moira said lightheartedly, leaning back a bit.

‘I have a great experiment lined up…’he said, dozing off, then twitched, and looked at her sharply ‘Help… m-’ then another twitch ‘So nice you ca…’ and then he closed his eyes and remained still. 

Moira felt her hand weighing down on his forehead heavily, as if bound by a tiny but powerful gravity field.

[dannowilliamsrp]

If youre taking requests please a mcdanno family where Steve discover that he will have a son with Cat when he's already with Danny so they decide to co parent tha baby whos name will be Matty you know for Danny's bro... maybe cath die on the birth day ir disapair ? Pleaseee and thnks 💖

Alright, let’s see what we can do! ~~~~~~~~~~~~It wasn’t a secret that Steve had issues with both of his parents, which later in life caused him more issues, mainly with trust. It also wasn’t a secret that because of that, he was very close and cared a lot about Joe. Feeling responsible for both of his father figures deaths left Steve in a very dark place. Though he’d never mention it to anyone, he was a bit surprised he had survived his revenge plot. After the dust settled and he had a moment to breathe, he didn’t really feel all that better about losing Joe. Some wounds that deep don’t fully heal, only scar. He tried his best to honor Joe’s memory and listen to some of the final things he had to say. Especially about the waiting too long thing. At first, he thought he meant Catherine. She’d been an important part of his life, and his revenge plot involved her immediately and initially because she needed to be part of it as much as Steve. He let his feelings at the time rule him and for a moment he thought that that was what Joe meant. But Cat was too much like him. So she couldn’t stay. The job came first, and the need to help and protect, and conquer the demons of the past was way stronger than their feelings for each other. They still loved each other, but...there was a bigger sense in both of them. Something that called Cat back out to battle, and something that called Steve back to Hawaii. He wasn’t sure what it was at first, but when his eyes landed on Danny waiting for him when he got home, it clicked. Boy, did it click. The moment he was back in Danny’s arms, the moment he let himself cry and grieve over the loss he just had, was the moment he had the most obvious epiphany ever. He was home. Not at the McGarrett house, but with Danny. Danny was home. Steve let himself settle for a while, get back into the old grind of the day by day. It was comforting that no matter what happened, he and Danny would just click back together. He was a bit...scared, about making his move and told himself he had time. And he did...until it was clear that some old feelings between Rachel and Danny were resurfacing. That forced his hand and it made him make the most awkward confession he’s ever had. Danny was shocked and more confused than ever. The blond couldn’t deny feelings that have always been there with Steve, but after Joe and seeing that Catherine was someone Steve had called first, he figured that was it. Danny asked Steve for some time, and Steve was happy to give it. Happy that now that Danny had this in his head, he wouldn’t do something stupid like go back to his ex just because he had a very emotional experience with Grace and thought that Steve wasn’t available. They eventually talk. They state where they are in their point of life and what they want. The damn realization that they’ve had basically the best relationship they’ve ever had already but only on a platonic level. They were ready to take it up a notch.“But I ain’t that easy, babe,” Danny told him with a soft smile.“Not even for me?” Steve asked with a smirk. “No, see for that, you’re not even getting a goodnight kiss. You want me, you’re gonna have to woo me.”“Woo you?” Steve echoed, obvious happiness radiating off of him. Danny hadn’t rejected him. He’d risked everything because if he couldn’t have Danny as a lover, having him as a partner was the next best thing. He and the kids were his family too. If he had messed that up, Steve really didn’t want to think about the dark shit hole he’d be in. “Yeah, woo. Meaning you’re taking me out to eat, you’re gonna be gentlemanly, and you’re gonna pay.” Danny said, counting the things with his fingers.“If I’m wooing you then that means I’m also driving you, so no more complaining about that.” Steve countered.Danny rolled his eyes, “Babe, by now I think you know that I’d follow you anywhere...with mild complaining. Get used to it.”Steve smiled and reached out to grab Danny’s hand and interlock their fingers, “I plan to.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Due to them knowing each other for nearly a decade in what could be argued as the longest and healthiest of their relationships, taking it to another level was both simple and complicated. It was all there, they just now had the liberty to act on certain feelings they had to repress before. And once that was a liberty they loved to take, one weekend they disappeared completely and came back Monday morning to zero tension. Needless to say, a lot of money was exchanged as their newfound relationship was confirmed. Grace was very happy for them, which is something Steve thanks God for every day. “You sure you’re okay with this?” Steve asked her once when they were out shopping together. She rolled her eyes playfully. “More than okay. Heck, for a while when I was younger, I thought you were...”Steve looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She shrugged, “Danno wouldn’t talk about anything else but you and when mom tried to say something bad, he’d defend you...it was Danno’s way of loving you, ya know.”Steve nodded and then asked, “I don’t wanna be the evil stepmother in this. You and I have always gotten along but it is different now. And I know that after your accident maybe you...you might have hoped that...”“That mom and Danno would get back together?” She asked and Steve nodded. “I think any kid with divorced parents thinks that at some point but...not me. I’ve lived through their divorce once. I was little so I didn’t always understand everything...but I knew that Danno was angry at some of my mom’s choices and I know he loved me more than anything. He gave up his whole world to come to be with me...I want someone for him who’d do the same. And that’s you.”Steve hugged Grace tightly. When they pulled away he promised her, “I love him. And I will prove to him, and you and the whole damn world that he is the one for me.”Grace smiled, “I know.” Then she got serious and jabbed him in his chest, “Because if you ever hurt Danno...you’ll be sorry.”Steve chuckled, but saluted her in a soldier way, “You got it, Monkey.” It was the first time he’s openly called her Danny’s nickname for her, and it seemed natural. She didn’t correct him at least. This...this is how it’s meant to be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Living on an island for as long as he has, Steve knows that as much of a paradise it can be, when a storm brews, it can be disastrous. A few months later, he receives a call from Catherine, asking him to meet. He feels like something is immediately wrong because she’s never had to ask him to meet like this. He was pretty sure they were both in a clear understanding of how things were left off. Or so he’d hoped. He dreaded to think he’d have to break her heart or any hopes. But he was with Danny now. And he was deliriously happy. They meet and Steve immediately sees what this might be about. He does the math in his head and it fits. “We used a condom.” Were the first words out of his mouth.“Which only guarantees 97%...I’m sure you’ve seen FRIENDS,”  Catherine replied. Steve is dumbstruck with the information to make any sort of witty reply. Worry and fear build up inside of him and all he could think about was Danny’s reaction. “Steve?”“I...I’m with Danny...I...I love him...” Catherine smiled softly and placed a hand on his arm, “I know. When we left..I knew that was it. For that chapter anyway. I hoped we could still be friends.”“I still love you Cat. Just...differently. And this...”She placed a finger on his lips to quiet him. “You have a right to know, which is why I’m telling you. I’m not here to cause trouble. I...I know this might not be the easiest thing to deal with. But I couldn’t keep this from you. I’m not going to ask you to choose.”“You’re not?”“No. I know you’d do the honorable thing, but we’re living in a modern world. And deep down, I think we all know you’d still choose Danny. But I’d rather take the option ‘and’ instead of ‘or’. You can have Danny, and gods know you deserve his love...and you can have your child. I still love you...you know I won’t ever stop but like you said...it’s different now. But still as real.” Steve is overwhelmed with emotion and new information. They sit so he could catch his breath and talk over all they know.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tell Danny was hard. Even though it happened before they got together, Danny knew how loyal Steve was and assume that was it for them. Steve did his best to reassure him that they weren’t done, not by his account. Danny needed time and as much as it hurt Steve to be away from him at a time like this, he respected Danny’s wishes. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t in a more than depressed state. All he could think about was losing Danny, not being a good father, realizing he was going to become an actual father! “-eve? Steve! STEVEN!” Steve snapped out of it when he realized that Danny was in front of him. He furrowed his brow. “Wh-what are you doing here?”It’d only been a few hours since Steve’s told Danny and Danny had left. “What do you mean what am I doing here? I sort of live here.”“I know but...I thought you needed some time?” “I did. And I had it. Plus your natural impulse control disappears at times like these. I was worried about you...”Steve tried to smile, but the uncertainty he felt deep in his bones made it hard to keep it. He reached over on instinct and interlocked their fingers, “How are you?”“I think I should be asking you that,” Danny replied.“I asked you first.” Steve quipped back. Danny rolled his eyes a bit, but in a fond manner as he placed his other hand over his and Steve’s interlocked ones. “I’ve had some time to think. This will have its hardships but...”“But?” Steve asked, hope creeping into his voice. “But...I’ve had two kids of my own. One in the ‘proper’ way that ended badly. And another kid, out of wedlock, without knowing he was mine for years...I can’t let you go through what I went through with Charlie. I won't be the reason you miss out on your kid’s life. But don’t you dare doubt for a damn second that I’m giving up on you. I love you.”Steve leaned in and kissed Danny fiercely, relief flooding him. “I love you too, Danno. So much.”“Then that’s all that matters. We’ll make plans, we’ll talk with Cat, we’ll tell the team, babyproof the house...looks like we’re having a baby.” Danny told him. And that’s when it hits Steve in that way. It never occurred to him like that. Danny and he were in a relationship. Once they figured out the custody and living arrangements...it would be their baby. Danny’s and his...because Danny was the best father ever, no contest.  And his child will have Danny to care and love them. He leaned in and kissed Danny again, he was so happy this was turning out so great. “We’re having a baby.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I’m falling asleep xD I’ll write the second part later. This was the setup, the next part will be the pregnancy, finding out the sex of the baby, the talking about the name, and the rest of it. But I hope you liked this so far ^^

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The one with Charlie's herbal tea

Summary: Reader gets injured after a hunt and isn’t handling it very well. Neither is Dean. Charlie tries to help but should really have brushed up on her Latin skills before doing so.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam and Charlie are there too. Cas is only mentioned (sad!Boxy)

Word Count: 3 692 (and here I thought it would be a drabble)

Warnings: Angry!Dean swears a lot, Reader almost dies (somewhat graphic description), Reader gets drugged by Charlie (not sure if that should be a warning?), Reader vomits (somewhat graphic description)

Beta’d by Mardi (aka @soopranatural). Go follow her, bitches! She’s awesome ;) Don’t miss reading her amazingly funny beta comments at the bottom.

A/N: I think I did a flangsty thing? I swear, it started out as the fluffiest of crack drabbles and then BAM! I accidentally took the exit to Angstville... Let me know what you think, and if you want to be tagged in any future fics!

Entirely in Dean’s POV

I decided to leave the bar earlier than usual. Sam had already gone home with some brunette that had been eyeing him all evening, and I didn’t feel like staying just to find someone for myself.

Besides, I would be lying if I said that you hadn’t constantly been on my mind since our last hunt together. What that witch had done to you still haunted my nightmares. And I fucking hate witches.

The memory of you being thrown around like a ragdoll was still fresh in my memory, like an open wound refusing to heal. And it was beginning to fester.

The witch had thrown you from one side of her cave to the other, making you bounce back and forth; like the walls were playing ping pong and you were their ball.

I had to pray to Cas. I couldn’t even tell if you were alive or not. Either way, your injuries were way out of our league. The nearest hospital was miles away and nothing short of a miracle could save you, so I prayed for one.

Sam killed the witch, I think. It's not like I had time to ask, or focus on anything other than your lifeless body, sprawled out on the ground, covered in blood.

That was a month ago. To say I wasn’t coping very well would be an understatement.

Since then, Sam and I had only gone on the occasional salt and burn case, never more than a day’s drive from the bunker. We had tried to get you to join us on a few of the easier hunts, even to just stay in the Impala, but so far with no success.

We, or should I say Sam, had tried talking to you about what had happened that day. You simply refused to talk about it, saying that we should just move on and forget all about it. As if any of us could just forget.

My method was to ignore the issue, and subsequently you, altogether. I hadn’t said more than a few odd words to you since that day. It still hurts too much. We rarely spent any time together and, if we did, Sam was always in the room with us.

I would, however, steal the occasional glances at you when you weren’t watching. I would have gazed at you for hours if you’d let me. Just seeing you whole again was all I thought I needed. But it still felt like my heart would break every time I saw you, because even if you weren’t broken on the outside anymore, you were completely shattered on the inside.

When ignoring you didn’t seem to help, and Sam’s pep talks gave zero results, I did the only other thing I could think of doing; I yelled at you. I know, I’m an asshole. Fortunately, Sam interfered before things got too heated and I went back to ignoring you again.

Sam suggested that a visit from Charlie, best friend and confidant, could be just the thing you needed to get back out there. We thought we’d give you two some space, so we had decided to head out, maybe even find another place to spend the night.

That plan had worked out fine for one of us at least. I, on the other hand, just pulled into the Bunker’s garage and parked Baby in her usual spot. I couldn’t even manage to leave you for one night. What a chicken.

I made my way towards your room, figuring that’s where you were cooped up. I should have just gone straight to my own bedroom, minding my own business, but no! I had to see you. I had just entered your doorframe when I heard your voice call out.

“Dean!” you squealed, jumped from the end of your bed and flung yourself at me like a monkey. Luckily, thanks to my fine-tuned hunter reflexes, I caught you and managed to not fall backwards in the process.

“Woah!” was all I had time to say before you threw your arms around my neck, buried your face in my t-shirt and sighed blissfully. I kept my hold on you, practically the only thing holding you upright, as I glanced down. Your eyes were glistening, but you didn’t look sad. In fact, you looked happier than I’d seen you in a long time.

This had certainly never happened before, nor was I expecting it to. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t complaining. Hell, this was even a sort of fantasy of mine; you welcoming me home like this. I almost indulged myself completely in the feeling of having you in my arms, but at the same time it didn’t really feel like this was the Y/N I knew at all.

“Hey yourself, Y/N,” I said, cautiously. ”Had a little too much to drink, huh? And here I thought you guys were just gonna watch movies and gossip while we were gone.”

“What? No! What are you talking about?” you babbled, sounding intoxicated. “I haven’t drunken anything! Well... except this awesome tea that Charlie made me. You should try some, it’s herbal!” The excitement was evident. I looked over to where Charlie was sitting on the bed, leaned against the headboard looking anywhere but at me. Something was definitely going on.

“Um, Y/N?” I disentangled myself from you, putting you at arm’s length.

“Yes, Dean-o?” you replied, tilting your head and smiled as we locked eyes. God, you look so adorable.

“Could you be a doll and grab me a beer?” I had to get you out of here if I wanted to find out what was really going on.

“Sure thing, hotshot! I’ll be right back,” you said and, standing on your tiptoes, pecked me on my cheek before literally skipping out of the room. What the fuck is going on? I quickly turned towards Charlie, who was smiling apologetically with her best puppy dog eyes, as if that was going to help her get out of this. If looks could kill…

“Charlie!” I barked, noticing how she visibly twitched at the tone in my voice, looking at me like a deer in headlights. But this was no time for sugarcoating. “What the hell have you done with Y/N?”

“Me?” she yelped. “I haven’t done anything!” Charlie avoided making eye contact again, looking for a way to escape in case I charged on her.

I simply shot her a skeptical look, trying to contain my anger. “Yeah, right! What was in that herbal tea of yours, huh?”

“Okay, fine. It might be my fault. But don’t get mad, just hear me out.” She looked at me hesitantly, waiting for me to protest, but when I didn’t argue she continued. ”I wanted to cheer her up, so I looked in the Men of Letters archive for some sort of potion, and I found one that said it would ‘relax the mind and channel your inner happiness’, or something like that. It seemed perfect for her, and completely harmless!”

“Harmless?! I’d say she’s a bit too relaxed, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, about that…”

“What did you do?” I said with a growl, resonating from deep within. Again with the twitching!

“Well, mainly I realized that I need to brush up on my Latin skills because I might have misread some of the instructions regarding the brewing process. You see, Y/N made chocolate chip cookies earlier, you know how she tends to bake when she’s upset, and I was eating some of them so there were all these crumbs on the receipt, and that might have been a contributing factor. I might also have forgotten the potion on the stove for almost a whole Game of Thrones episode... Either way, it was apparently only supposed to brew for like 15 minutes. You might say that I gave her an accidental drug overdose.” Charlie blurted out that last part at a record-breaking pace, but that didn’t stop me from hearing exactly what she had said.

“Dammit, Charlie! We’ve already talked about this. The Men of Letters stuff is dangerous and not to be taken lightly! And you can’t just use Y/N as a guinea pig. You’re lucky you didn’t kill her!” I ran a hand over my face, trying to calm down. It wasn’t working. “How long will it last?”

“Well, you know, it’s hard to say since the dosage is a bit stronger than what was recommended... A couple of hours, maybe a day?” She smiled apologetically. I let out a loud, irritated groan, and buried my face completely in my hands.

“We asked you here to help her, not drug her! That is not how you deal with a situation like this!”

“Oh, yeah?!” Charlie challenged, finally giving me a taste of my own medicine. “You think you know better? Yelling at her for something she had no control over? It could just as easily been you or Sam that the witch chose to attack. Or better yet, thinking that ignoring her completely is a better way to deal! Just because you’re too afraid to show her how you truly-”

“You have no idea how I feel!” Shit. I’m so screwed.

“Oh, please! I love you like a brother, Dean, but if you think that you’re doing a successful job in hiding your feelings from the world, think ag-”

“Stop it!” The sound of Y/N yelling made us both turn in your direction. You were standing in the doorway with a beer in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. How long has she been standing there? Tears were streaming down your face, and it looked like you were trembling. “Stop fighting! Can’t you see you’re hurting me?” Neither of us knew what to say in response so we just stood there, dumbfounded.

“Why is she crying?” I finally asked Charlie when I found my tongue, my eyes still glued on your trembling figure. “I thought you said that the tea would make her happy?”

“It was supposed to? Again, my Latin skills are a bit rusty.”

“Charlie...” I said warningly.

“Calm down! I’ll go get you the book.”

“You do that. I’ll handle little miss sunshine over here.” Charlie hesitated for a moment, eyeing me skeptically, so I assured her, “I promise, I won’t yell at her.” With that confirmation Charlie skidded off to where she had hid the book.

I threw an arm around your shoulder and guided you over to sit on the bed. You immediately threw your arms around my waist and snuggled into the crook of my neck. By then I couldn’t help myself. I buried my face in your hair and embraced you too, pulling you impossibly close to me.

“I don’t want you guys to yell at each other,” you said in between the sobs. “I just want everyone to get along and be happy.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at Charlie like that,” I mumbled against the top of your head, strands of hair tickling my face as I spoke. “It’s just, you’ve been so upset and nothing we’ve said or done has helped. And now Charlie went ahead and basically poisoned you... So I took my anger out on her. It won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” you mumbled.

“Dean?” Charlie was back, standing just outside the room. “Can you come out here for a sec?”

“I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” I kissed the top of your head before getting up.

“I won’t,” you whispered in response.

“Okay, so I translated the text for real this time.” For real? Ugh. I managed to keep my calm, I wouldn’t yell at her again. I had made you a promise. “Basically, she has no filter, no walls to hide behind, and no hesitation. She literally does not think before she speaks, because she can’t. My best guess would be that she...” Charlie paused to think for a second before continuing, “feels everything and represses nothing.”

“Everything?” I repeated incredulously. “Oh boy...”

“I’m sorry, Dean. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Charlie looked genuinely upset. So much that it shamed me to think about what I’d said to her earlier.

“You know what? Don’t worry about it. Y/N’s strong, she’ll be fine. I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I behaved like an asshat before. It won’t happen again,” I said sincerely.

“What brings this on? Where’s the ‘I-don’t-talk-about-topics-that-make-me-uncomfortable Dean’ that I’ve come to know and love?” Charlie asked, incredulously.

“I might have talked to Y/N about it and she made me realize what a dick I was.”

“Oh, did you now? Did you come to any other revelations while talking to Y/N?” Charlie said with a smirk.

“Shut up,” I said in response, failing to hide my smile.

I was just about to turn the light off and go to bed when I heard a knock on my door. Imagine my surprise when you opened it, cautiously stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

“Y/N? Everything all right?” I asked, clearly confused. You shook your head.

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

“What? Why?” Why did I ask that? She offered. Say yes, you fool!

“I have nightmares.”

“We all do. It’s part of the job description.” Stop arguing against her! This is ridiculous...

“I know, but I’d rather face them with you by my side, than alone.” Luckily I didn’t have a response for that. Instead I scooted to one side of the bed, pulling the covers away and motioned for you to join me.

The truth was that having nightmares sucked. It sucked balls. If I could offer you any sort of comfort in any shape or form, then I would gladly give that to you. Always. That doesn’t mean this didn’t scare the shit out of me.

I’d never had a girl, let alone you, in this bed. This bunker was the first real home I’d had since I was four. This room, along with its content, was my personal sanctuary. A sanctuary I now invited you into.

You crawled into the bed, pulling the covers up all the way to your chin. You lay on your back and stared up at the ceiling, not speaking. I did the same. Even though our bodies didn’t touch I still had a tingling sensation all over; it made me want to reach out and close the distance between us. I had to break this excruciating silence before I imploded.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I will be,” you whispered as you rolled onto your side, facing me.

“What can I do to help?” I too turned to face you, searching for your eyes in the darkness.

“Just hold me, please?” you pleaded.

“Are you sure? I mean, you might think it’s a good idea right now. Hell, it might even be a great idea, but with Charlie’s tea in your system you have no control… Tomorrow you’ll wake up and-”

“Fuck tomorrow. Hold me, Dean Winchester,” you commanded. So I held you. And boy did I hold you good.

Arms and legs were mixed and tangled until you couldn't tell which part belonged to who. You covered my entire body with yours, as I enveloped you in my arms. I clung to you like you were my one lifeline in this world, and in a way you were. If Death had come for me at that moment, I would have died knowing that I had never felt more content.

We fell asleep like that, locked in an embrace of comfort and tranquility.

When I woke up the next morning, you were still sound asleep. At some point during the night I had rolled onto my back, bringing you with me. You were on top of me, arms around my neck, face buried in my chest. You looked so peaceful, like there were no worries in the world that could weigh you down.

Both of us had slept a full night without nightmares. I can’t even remember the last time I slept this good. I adjusted my position so that you gently slid down to my side. You immediately settled into your new spot and snuggled closer. This small act made my heart swell.

Fuck sanctuaries! You were all I’d ever need to feel at home.

I kept staring at you, I just couldn’t help myself. How could I have been this stupid, when you were right here all along? Why haven’t I done anything about this before? We’ve danced around each other long enough. I never wanted to wake up without you by my side ever again.

A short while later you began to stir. Okay, here goes nothing. “Hey there, sweetheart. Did you sleep okay?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, barely awake yet but still managed to grip my t-shirt tighter and snuggle into the crook of my neck. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. I started running my fingers through your hair and leaving feather light kisses the top of your head.

Then you abruptly sat straight up, looking alarmed. Oh no, here it comes. I braced myself for the rejection, ready to close myself off again at a moment’s notice.

“I’m gonna be sick,” you announced, threw away the covers and bolted out the room. It took me a moment to realize what you had meant, before I too got up and went after you.

I found you in the smallest bathroom, the one you’d chosen as your own. You were slouched over the toilet bowl, vomiting uncontrollably. Your head turned around at the sound of me entering the bathroom.

“Go away!” you yelled, before turning back to vomit some more.

“Oh, come on. You don't really mean that!” I said cheerfully. She's back! “Besides, who else is going to hold your hair and give you soothing backrubs while you puke your guts out?” I teased as I went over to do said chores.

“I'm going to die,” you whined matter-of-factly.

“Nah, you're gonna be fine. Withdrawal is a bitch though, right?”

“Tell me about it,” you mumbled, vomiting yet again. I continued to rub your back, having made a somewhat successful bun with one of your hairbands. Eventually you stopped vomiting every 30 seconds and sat down against the bathroom wall, resting your head against the cold tiles.

I sat down next to you, putting an arm around you as I’d done the day before. You automatically leaned against my shoulder and pulled your knees up to rest them in my lap.

I don’t know for how long we sat like that, all I could think of was that this was all you. No drug-induced state of delirium and no hidden emotions. Only you and me.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” you mumbled suddenly.

“For what?” I asked, confused by this unexplained apology.

“I guess for being so closed off lately. For worrying you and Sam,” you said solemnly.

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I feel like I have though.”

“Yeah, well, take my word for it. You trust me, right?”

“With my life,” you replied without hesitation. This frightened me immensely.

“You really shouldn’t trust me with your life. After all, if it weren’t for Cas you would’ve died in that cave. I was the one who failed to protect you,” I confessed. You sat upright then and glared at me, clearly bothered by what I had said.

“Stop that. You know as well as I do that there was nothing any of us could have done differently in there.” Maybe...

“Maybe you’re right. But then you have to believe me too when I say that you have nothing to be sorry for.” You sat quiet for a moment, seemingly thinking it through.

“Deal.” Apparently pleased with the outcome you relaxed your head onto my shoulder again. I tilted my head to the side, so it was resting on yours. We sat like that for a couple of minutes, listening to each other’s breathing.

“So, will you start hunting with us again, or are you purely a researcher now?” I teased after a while.

“Please. You know I hate researching, and love hunting, as much as you do,” you exclaimed.

“I know. We’re perfect for each other,” I concluded.

“Of course we are.” You took my hand in yours and laced our fingers together. The gesture and the words made my heartbeat increase rapidly. Keep it together, Winchester.

“You should take a shower,” I suggested. “It’ll make you feel better, I promise.” You nodded your head against my shoulder. “I’ll go get you a new set of clothes, and when you’re done I’m gonna make us some breakfast. How does that sound?“ I patted your legs and got to my feet before helping you stand. You looked at me with a smile on your lips, your hand still in mine.

“That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Dean. For everything.”

The shower didn’t help. In fact, it had brought on a new wave of nausea. I practically had to support you all the way to the kitchen.

Sam was already sitting at the table, having made his way home somehow, sipping on a cup of coffee and reading the morning newspaper. Charlie was apparently still asleep.

“Hey, you guys. Did you and Charlie have a good time last night, Y/N? Woah!” Sam looked at you in shock once he saw what sort of state you were in. “You look like crap.”

“Gee, thanks,” was all you had to say as you slowly sat down in front of him, resting your head on the table. I went and poured us both come coffee before starting to prepare breakfast.

“What? No sassy comeback? ‘Way to make a girl feel special,’ that sort of thing?” Sam said, surprised at your lack of fighting spirit.

“Don’t talk to me,” you muttered.

��That hungover, huh?” Sam chuckled with a ‘been-there-done-that’ kind of smile lingering on his lips. “You know what always makes me feel better? Herbal tea. Want me to make you some?”

:)

And here are some of Mardi’s wonderful comments:

"Sammeh, out there getting some!! you go boi"

"Dean not having any idea what happened after the reader was injured makes me want to die, and I mean that as a compliment."

"I feel like the phrase ‘relax the mind and channel your inner happiness’ is just code for getting stoned as shit for the Men of Letters, because they're a bunch of nerds."

""This bunker was the first real home I’d had since I was four." I feel like my eyes are bleeding but I'm too afraid to check."

"It felt like my soul left my body during the whole cuddling scene."

Tagging some of my favorite blogs (Thank you for being my inspiration to start posting my stories here. I hope you like it!):

@impala-dreamer, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms, @luci-in-trenchcoats, @emilywritesaboutdean, @katymacsupernatural, @notnaturalanahi, @trexrambling, @percywinchester27, @kathaswings, @sis-tafics, @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, @kittenofdoomage, @littlegreenplasticsoldier, @wheresthekillswitch, @hannahindie, @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend, @feelmyroarrrr, @dreamwritesimagines, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @torn-and-frayed, @jotink78, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @charliebradbury1104, @pinknerdpanda, @just-another-busy-fangirl

[reynabiddy]

today i was reflecting in the shower.. where i normally do all of my deeper thinking.. and i couldn’t stop thinking about 2016. i know.. we’re in a new year.. time to let it go.. but i don’t think i properly cleansed myself or made peace with how my year went. and because a lot of what happened to me throughout the year continuously comes to mind.. i knew it was time to sit down and write out my feelings. what has made me the writer or “poet” that i am today.. is i’ve spilled my heart out on paper, time and time again, but lately i've been extremely distant. i’m not sure whether it’s because i feel a burden to always be positive and uplifting or because i find myself more afraid than ever. last year i cried. and cried. and cried. more than i’ve ever cried in my 22 years of life. i even made a habit out of watching really sad and emotional movies just so i could find an excuse to. also.. i’ve smoked more than ever before. longing to both - feel.. and be numb. i’d smoke before writing so i could pull certain stories out of me. then i’d smoke after, to forget them. often times.. i just got high enough to make myself fall asleep so i wouldn’t have to deal with anything. in the midst of one of my episodes.. i realized i suffer, and have always suffered, from feeling like nobody really understands me. i’ve always felt like i was someone who was constantly mistaken for an entirely different person. i always feel like i don’t “fit”. i don’t fit around friends.. i don’t fit around family.. i don’t make sense at social gatherings.. i don’t feel at home in my own home. i think a lot of these feelings have come up, from time to time, because i’ve never really known my true identity. all i've ever known myself to be is someone that everyone clings to. and not in a “she’s the life of the party” kind of way, but more so, “she’s the person to get advice from” way. and although.. this may sound selfish, sometimes i wish i had someone like me. i wish i had someone who was willing to help solve my problems before solving their own. as i’m typing, i’m starting to cry again. and i’m crying because i don’t know when exactly this will end. or if this discomfort is how i’m meant to live life. maybe this is just the life of an empathic. maybe when i started asking god to “use” me, i signed up for this. the truth is, 2016 should have been the best year of my life. i released a book that hit the best sellers list, i bought my dog that brings an unlimited source of awe to my life, i signed a major publishing deal, i moved out of my parents house and into a new home, i lost friends that never clapped for me, and gained friends who’ve been there for me in every way since, i built this whole “brand” into something much bigger than i ever expected myself to, i found out i was cancer free, i promise the list could continue on. but depression got in the way. of everything. i never once celebrated myself. i never once intervened, and took control. i never even thought to. i felt like whatever i was going through.. i was supposed to. and still.. i’m not sure the reasoning.. i just kept living with a kind of sadness i have yet to find a name for. instead of focusing on all of the goodness that god was placing in my life, i had tunnel vision on everything that i felt was going wrong. i couldn’t see life in a positive light no matter how good things may have got. my parents split up. i was forced to move out. i lost my home base. i went, and still go, months without speaking to either one. my boyfriend was dealing with an ex who continuously threatened to take her life at the account of us being together. all i wanted to do was help her. but couldn’t. i had a new life to take care of, when i could barely take care of my own self. i lost all my friends. literally, every single one. i never ever could leave the house because of how bad my social anxiety was getting. i found out i had a fractured jaw because of the size of a tumor that was holding it in place. i found out i had a fucking tumor that could have been cancerous. i had reconstructive jaw surgery that ruined the nerve and feeling in my mouth. i could not eat or sleep or talk straight for months. i’m still dealing with the pain. i was consistently working and doing interviews right after my surgery. i was and am still extremely exhausted from this. i never properly allowed myself to rest or heal. i started working with a team that could not fully ever understand me which only added to my frustration, loneliness, and sadness. and again, THIS LIST could go on. but more than anything. i was bullied. as my brand kept getting bigger, i was bullied more. and more. and i couldn’t understand how my work, trying to help and heal people, could bring in such negative responses. i couldn’t understand why there were people who were so eager to tear me apart, they would start to attack my image. everyday people attack the way i look and sound. and this kind of bullying brought back a lot of old feelings that i never dealt with as a kid. growing up i was constantly brought down and picked on because of the way i look. i was never skinny enough. or pretty enough. or i was too hairy. or my teeth were too crooked. or my hair was too nappy. or i was too dark. or i was too “black”. or i wasn't “black enough”. now, i’m receiving - i’m too stupid or i’m too fake. my writing isn't good enough. my writing is cliche. i look like a monkey. and so on. and so forth. and as i’m typing these things.. i find myself giggling a bit, wondering why i even allow these things to bother me. but truthfully, all negativity from outside sources bothers me. no matter what form it comes in. i always question, “what have i done to deserve this?” and although i often ignore these nasty comments, i’ve realized i harbor the feelings i receive when i see these comments. embarrassment. frustration. confusion. hurt. disappointment. betrayal. i let these statements affect me to the point where i’m starting to silence my voice. i’m starting to be more afraid to speak up for myself. the thought of confrontation makes me nervous. the thought of even receiving any awful comments makes my stomach flip. so i won’t say anything at all. i’ll keep everything to myself if it'll keep the mean people and their nasty opinions away. but i’m trying to break out of this. i really am. i’m trying to be more understanding of the way people work. i know.. that the way we treat people is a reflection of the way we treat or view ourselves. meaning.. those who are willing to go out of their way to attack a person for absolutely no reason, ultimately feel that they need to. either because, they don’t have enough love for themselves, to be consumed within themselves and their own positivity, or, simply, they hate themselves just as much as they hate me. and not personally, but mainly, their views of life are formed in a negative and hateful way.. more often than not. idk.. maybe i’m getting too ahead of myself. or maybe i make sense and i’m afraid no one will understand it. lol. but anyway. idk. i’m just glad i got to get these things off my chest because i feel like my readers.. and supporters.. or those who just fuck with me, for whichever reason.. are always looking forward to hearing from me. and i’m trying to, again, be more accepting of the fact that not everyone is going to always like my shit. my writing. my poetry. my points of view. my ideas. and that’s okay. that doesn’t make me any less of an artist or woman or idealist.. and that doesn't make whomever else any less than either. i’m thankful. for these moments of clarity because they really ground me and put me back in my place. i get to reflect on how i’ve sabotaged my own life.. and i pray that god help me heal from it. the reality of this all is.. i’m my own worse enemy. and i have been.. for most of my life. and i know this because i would have never ever allowed myself to go through all the hardships that i did. i would have never allowed myself to not only deal with half the people i’ve dealt with - but also.. i wouldn’t have allowed myself to be as affected by negativity as i was. all i was doing, and all i’ve been doing, is place energy in places and spaces that my energy was never meant to be. 2016 was the ending. i firmly believe this because there is always a storm before a sunny day. there were times last year when i thought i was out of touch with myself and i couldn't hear god as clearly as i’m used to.. but really.. s/he was with me all along. guiding me to this place i’m in now. this place of - understanding, acceptance, and gratitude. i’m finally understanding that sometimes we go through shit. sometimes a lot of shit. but what we go through doesn’t define us. it shapes us into the people that we’re ultimately meant to be. stronger. wiser. and happier.. if anything. i'm finally accepting that some things, many things, are out of our control. but we have much more control than we think. the way we react to life will result in our karma. we can choose how to react and ultimately this will help affect all of our situations moving forward. i’m also learning to accept people as they are. everyone will do as they please. and not everyone will be considerate of mine, or anyone else’s, feelings. in knowing this, i have to constantly remind myself to not take anything personal. the longer i feed into other peoples negativity, the longer i’ll be miserable. misery is the result of not fully understanding or not fully having control over certain situations. but the more intuitive we are.. the easier it will be to keep away from misery. and finally.. i'm grateful for the one friend i had all along.. whom i never give enough credit to. my best friend and boyfriend. every single tear that came strolling down my cheek.. he was always here to help wipe and then uplift me. the more silence i become the more he encourages me to speak. even if he, himself, doesn't fully understand. i'm grateful to god for showing up in all forms. people. places. numbers. symbols. etc. i cannot be anymore thankful for my relationship with god. for not only helping me get through one of the best/worst years of my life.. but also.. for giving me the strength to open up about it. knowing.. that everyone’s perception of me is that i’ve “got it all together.”

Reyna Biddy

[madforhoran]

take the chance

Pairing: Narry (Niam, Zarry)

word count: 3096

“Could use a drink,” Niall mutters on Friday evening after suffering a particularly stressful week at work. Deadlines, month end, all that stuff he wishes he didn’t have to care about.

“Or a good fuck?” Harry muses and quirks his brow at him. He’s laying on the too-small-for-his-long-body couch, obviously home way earlier than Niall. Being a freelance photographer has its perks. Niall sometimes can’t help to feel a tad bit jealous of his friend.

“Too tired for that, mate,” Niall huffs and tussles his freshly cut hair. He got rid of the bleached blond finally, and his hair feels softer now. Easier to maintain.

“We’ll see,” Harry says, jumping off the couch like an enthusiastic monkey. “Let’s go down to the bar.”

Few drinks down his throat, but he isn’t interested in anything else besides the warm tinge of alcohol in his belly. He used to be a flirt, a good one. Suddenly, he realises peace is all he needs. His job has drained him of any drive to find someone. He’s become a monk over the last three years.

“C’mon, Ni,” Harry nudges him, a good-natured tipsy smile on his delicately shaped lips. “I can’t believe you’re not mingling in the crowd already. There’s a lot of fit birds and lads here.”

“I don’t know, H,” Niall shrugs. “Sorry, I’m no fun today, I guess.”

“Then let’s go home.”

“No, I don’t want to ruin your evening,” Niall protests, feeling guilty for being a downer. He just can’t help it.

“I won’t stay without you,” Harry winks, tosses money on the bar to pay for their drinks, and wraps his arm around Niall’s shoulders, dragging him outside.

It starts with a simple “I’ve been thinking...”

That night, Niall’s good ol’ friend Harry unzips Niall’s jeans and works on Niall’s cock until it starts fattening up in his hand. Niall’s mind is fuzzy; his body feels warm as Harry takes him in that beautiful mouth of his, and sucks. Sucks so expertly that Niall is orgasming a couple of minutes later, in an absolute state of craziness. It isn’t weird, right? There isn’t anything weird about a friend offering help by sucking your cock dry.  

Niall decides it isn’t.

He definitely doesn’t think there’s anything out of the ordinary when the next day Harry fingers him open and fucks him so hard that he’s not able to sit down properly.

Everything is absolutely and totally fine.

⌘

Niall can’t argue with the fact that having Harry as a flatmate is making his life more bearable especially under current circumstances. They’re not together together, but there’s a new level added to their friendship. The biggest bonus is that Harry’s always there. Niall doesn't have to call; he doesn't have to bother with date preparations, awkward silence, and disappointment. He doesn't have to impress.

Harry knows when Niall needs the relief as if he had an alarm or sensor tuned onto detecting Niall’s bad mood and stress. Most of the time, he takes the lead. However, Niall is eager to return the favour. Mainly because the glint in Harry’s eyes each time he takes the initiative is addictive. Equally as much as Harry’s cock.

Niall calms himself down with the dirty thoughts during the long day at the office. It’s twisted, he knows. He should be focusing on work. Instead, he thinks about Harry wrecking him in so many ways that he won’t be able to catch a breath. Whatever helps him get through the day, he’ll use.

A new colleague, Liam, approaches his desk with a shy smile, and he has to suppress a sigh. What now? He wants to ask. Liam has been here for three months already; he's diligent, a quick learner who never makes a mistake. Niall doesn't understand why he has to be the one checking after him when there’s nothing to check. It’s almost as if the lad took every opportunity to speak to him.

“Hey, Niall, sorry…,” he mumbles and clears his throat, “could you please look this over? I’m not sure if I’ve done everything properly.”

Niall nods and scoots his chair to make some space for Liam. He places his laptop on the desk and points the index finger on the screen with the company’s ordering system opened. “I corrected the pricing,” he says, “but it doesn't add up.”

Niall barely glances at the order. All the data is hundred percent. “It’s alright, Liam, you can have one cent difference. This isn't an approved price offering,” Niall explains, even though he's pretty sure Liam knows it already. He'd passed the newcomer test with flying colours.

“Oh, shite. Sorry, I forgot,” he apologises sheepishly. He's like a lost puppy or acting like one so to speak.

“No problem, that's what I'm here for,” Niall says and returns to filling in the annoying excel tables he has to send to the maintenance team.

“Uh, I was wondering—,” he hears Liam’s soft voice again, “—if you'd like to have a dinner with me after work?”

What?

Niall gawks at him. Obviously, Liam is a decent lad, but all Niall can think about right now is his friend’s dick. It wouldn't be fair to Liam, would it? You and Harry are not together, Niall's rattled brain reminds him, you can do whatever you want. But he doesn’t.

“It’s fine if you say no, Niall, I just thought that—” Liam begins rambling, and Niall feels bad. Really bad. “Maybe sometime, yeah?” he stops him, giving him a tiny sliver of hope. He feels like a total arse. He shouldn’t, though. He and Harry aren't in a relationship; they’re friends for god’s sake.

Still.

He can’t wait to get home, have a pint, and watch himself sink onto Harry’s stiff cock. There’s no way he's willing to admit this is becoming a problem. No, he's just trying to make up for all the years he hasn't been properly touched.

He leaves the office at seven (and carefully avoids Liam). The drive back home has never been longer, and he licks his lips several times, nervously glancing at his phone. Harry’s probably cooking one of his delicious healthy meals, naked, with only the apron covering his bits. It used to annoy Niall a lot, now look at him, swallowing the spit as his jeans tighten.

He certainly doesn't expect someone else to occupy his place on the couch eating Harry’s food, hell no. “Hey, Ni,” Harry greets him, waving with a spatula. He's dressed in his best clothes, and Niall's mood falls south immediately. It doesn't take an expert to figure out what’s happening. First of all, what the fuck? Second of all, he didn't even bother to warn him. Third of all, what the fuck?

“Come sit with us, I'm sure you're hungry,” he offers, as innocently as ever. The stranger on their couch nods at him, barely acknowledging his presence. Wow. Niall guesses gorgeous people with perfectly sculpted faces like his don't need decent social manners.

Niall quietly takes his plate, fork, and a napkin, and sits down on the chair that presumably Harry moved there for him. The bastard planned it; he had absolutely no intention to hide all this.

“This is Zayn,” Harry breaks off the awkward moment and touches the man’s shoulder gently, “he’s a model. We met on a photo shoot.”

“I’m Niall, Harry’s flatmate,” Niall extends his hand politely when Zayn doesn't budge. He's met with the weakest handshake in the history, and a mumbled ‘nice to meet ya.’ What in the fresh hell is his deal? Why has Harry invited him here (apart from the obvious reason that the lad is attractive, and Harry would like to shag him, preferably without Niall knowing he did so)? Nevertheless, this seems like Harry wants him to know, and maybe he even wants his approval. By the look in his eyes, Niall suspects it’s true. At this point, he's sure he isn't going to be the one to get his brains shagged out tonight, and he's more upset than he should be.

The next morning, he's afraid to leave his room (he doesn't want to see Zayn, thank you), but he needs a wee. The bathroom is thankfully empty, and he can't hear any voices coming from the joined kitchen-living room. It’s a relief to find only Harry fixing himself a bowl of oatmeal. No other plates (or Zayn) in sight.

“Hey,” Niall murmurs and walks up to his friend. There are quite a few questions he'd love to ask, but he isn't sure he wants to hear the answer.

“Mornin’,” Harry smiles, “here, I’ve made some for you.” He points at the second bowl of oatmeal with blueberries and raspberries on top.

“Thanks.”

Niall begins eating quietly, ignoring Harry’s stare. He shouldn't be the one explain, and he hopes Harry picks up the hint. And he does, eventually, after Niall's half done with his breakfast, crankier with each bite he takes.

“So…about last night,” he says, forces Niall to look up. “Nothing happened; he left after you went to bed. But he asked me out on a date. Which is why we should stop this—this thing—between us.”

“M’kay,” is Niall's somewhat collected reaction. There’s nothing else to say.

⌘

Niall goes out with Liam, and it’s peaceful, relaxed. It turns out the puppy-eyed lad has the softest lips Niall's ever tasted (not that he tasted that many, but that’s not the point), and a cock to die for. He isn't Harry, no, no one can substitute the devil that is Harry Styles. However, he manages to take Niall's mind of the Harry-Zayn situation at least for a little while as Zayn tends to roam around their flat too often for Niall's comfort. He’s even bought ear plugs because he can't handle the obnoxious noises the two of them are making. Too bad he can’t go temporarily blind so that he wouldn't have to look at that skinny twat at all. What Harry sees in him is beyond Niall's understanding.

Their bathroom stinks of Zayn’s shitty cologne and hairspray, his shoes somehow always end up in Niall's way, and he's almost broken his neck twice, tripping over them as the douchebag takes them off wherever he pleases, instead of putting them next to the front door on a mat. Twatface.

“You seeing someone?” Harry surprises him with a direct question one night when both of them are home. Harry’s jerk is on a family visit, and Liam took a sick day.

“Yup,” Niall replies nonchalantly, switching the tv to golf channel. “Why?”

“We could go on a double date,” Harry suggests, and Niall chokes on his spit. Isn't enough of torture to have Zayn regularly pestering the air, now he should go on a freaking double date?!

“I don't think it’s a good idea, H.”

“Why’s that? Are you ashamed of him, or her?” Harry teases, and Niall scrunches his nose at him dismissively. It’s Harry who shouldn't be so damn proud to call that model prick his boyfriend. But he doesn't say it out loud.

“I wanna meet the person, Ni. I didn't keep Zayn from you,” he argues. As if he did a god’s deed by introducing him to Niall. Please. Maybe Niall should agree on this, to show how a decent human like Liam behaves.

“Fine,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. “M’gonna have to check up on him, he hasn't been feeling well.”

“So, it’s a he?” Harry smirks.

“Liam, my colleague.”

Harry gapes at him with disbelief. “The Liam who's constantly asking for your help? The handsome, but annoying Liam? OK then.”

“He’s a good guy.” Unlike somebody else, Niall wants to add, but rather bites his tongue.

⌘

Liam’s mouth feels so warm wrapped around Niall's cock. The department meeting has ended, and Niall dragged Liam into the showers that for some unknown reason this building has even though there’s no gym. They are quite convenient in situations like this, though. Especially if he has to suggest Harry’s terrible idea to Liam.

The bearded lad hollows his cheeks, taking Niall deeper in his throat, and Niall starts thrusting his hips gently, enjoying the low murmurs Liam lets out. He's fascinating, to say at least. So innocent looking from the outside, so filthy when he gets his hands on Niall.

The orgasm hits him, making his knees buckle, and Liam steadies him, his strong arms holding Niall's body up like a prized possession. Niall is aware of the fact that he doesn't deserve him. Liam’s too pure for someone like him, someone who still feels bitter that his best friend chose a stranger over him.

“I’ve never done such a thing before,” Liam confesses and pecks the tip of Niall's nose. “You bring out the worst in me, babe.”

“Do I?” Niall chuckles, caressing the soft skin of Liam’s bicep. He brings out the worst in himself as well, damn it. Here it goes. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“So you didn't drag me here just for a quick blowie? That’s unfortunate,” Liam smirks and licks the corner of his lip, still wet from Niall's cum. Shit.

“Would you be interested in a double date? My flatmate and his boyfriend, you and I, drinks, bowling.”

Liam smiles, fixing Niall's ruffled shirt, his fingertips tenderly brushing Niall's sides. “Sounds good, babe. You could've asked right away, though.”

“And lose a chance to fuck your mouth? No way!”

Liam’s face twists in a fit of giggles. “OK, fair enough!”

Niall’s going to hell for all this. He really is.

⌘

“Nailed it, baby!” Liam hollers excitedly after (again) hitting and knocking down all ten pins. Niall has to admit that his enthusiasm is the only reason this double date isn't a complete train wreck. Otherwise, it would be, thanks to Zayn who’s paying more attention to his phone and immaculately styled hair than to Harry and their game.

Liam encircles Niall in a hug and twirls him so easily as if he was a rag doll. Just then Niall notices Harry is frowning. The truth is, he hasn't been his cheerful self from the moment all four of them got here. If he was the competitive type, Niall would think he's taking bad that he and Zayn are losing, but Harry isn't like that. Something else is wrong.

Eventually, Zayn bails on them, complaining he's tired and leaves.

“I guess I’m gonna call it a day, too,” Harry states, finishing the rest of his drink. Liam, the good puppy he is, immediately shakes his head. “Harry, mate, stay with us. We can go against each other.”

“Li, we stand no chance against you,” Niall chuckles. “Literally zero.”

Liam blushes and pulls Niall to his side, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Then let’s do something else. We can play darts; I suck at those, big time!”

Harry looks away, not keen to spend time with them as a third wheel—at least that’s what Niall assumes. “I’m knackered, so you would win,” Niall lies, “I’m with H, bed’s calling.”

“Alright, you coward,” Liam smirks. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow. It was nice meeting you, Harry.”

Harry manages a fake little smile and returns Liam’s handshake.    

“What’s up with you?” Niall asks once they are alone, walking back home.

“Nothing,” Harry mutters. They are quiet the rest of the way, and Niall realises he isn't used to such deafening silence from Harry’s side.

But something happens in the bathroom when he's brushing his teeth. A touch that makes his skin burn, and a kiss that causes his heart skip a beat. Harry knows those two sensitive spots on Niall's body. The left hip right above V line. The other one behind the right ear.

Niall goes to bed confused.

⌘

Harry startles Niall the next day the same way, and Niall jumps at the contact. He can’t do this to him right now when Niall's trying to be happy with somebody else. He turns to face those striking green eyes with determination, but it dissolves pretty quickly. He can’t even be mad at him.

“Haz, what are you doing?”

“I’m so dumb, so fucking dumb,” he mumbles, brushing away the strands of curly hair from his forehead. It’s his typical nervous twitch, all too familiar to Niall.

“Harry, what's wrong?”

Harry takes a deep breath and grabs Niall's hand, intertwining their fingers. He's standing so close it’s dizzying, but Niall is too stunned to step away from him.

“I thought I would be fine with it. And I'm not,” he confesses. “Liam, he is…he's cool, I guess, though maybe slightly boring—,”

“Hold up,” Niall interrupts him, escaping from his grasp, “the date was your idea in the first place. Then suddenly you decide you gonna touch me even though you have a boyfriend. And since you've started the ‘who’s worse’ game, let me tell you, Zayn is a major fucking douche.”

Harry huffs, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. “That’s why I'm breaking up with him.”

“What?” Niall gasps.

“Seeing you with Liam last night, I realised I fucked up. I saw how he was with you, and just…I wanted, I want it to be me.”

Niall shakes his head. “You can't be serious. Why now, Haz?”

“Tell me you don't feel the same way and I’ll back off,” he says, closing the distance between them again. “Although, I think that you being mad at Zayn wasn't just because he's a dick. You’ve given a chance to Liam shortly after I started dating, while we both know you don't fancy him. No matter how fit and sweet he is.”

“Haz—,”

“I’m sorry I put you through this. I should've told you, but I thought you weren't interested in more than a casual stress relief shag, so I tried to move on.”

“No, I should've been the one to tell you,” Niall argues. “You never were a stress relief toy for me and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. You're my best friend, pet.” Niall takes a deep breath, heart thudding in his chest so hard he can almost hear it. Maybe more than a friend.  

“I guess I'm not a good friend if all I can think about is kissing you and telling you I'm in love with you. That’s not what friends do, right?”

Most probably not, Niall thinks as he cups Harry’s cheek. He knows what he has to do.

⌘

Liam takes the break up with grace and says he isn't surprised. “I may look like an idiot, but I have two eyes and a heart. Go get your boy, Ni.”

And he does.