#first fanfic in 4 years

[nexerist]

Heyyyyy, so I got into writing since work hasn't given me time to actually work on my art. It will soon be resolved in a few weeks, then back to posting more often. I am making a comic again and almost done with it so I don't promise projects that won't come.

Enough about me, and let's get to you! This is a thunderstorm comfort I wrote a while back on AO3 and forgot to post it here. My collection is called Nebula Kisses. This one-shot can be seen as platonic or romantic, next one is more on the romance side but still can be platonic if you wish. But so I don't clog your feed, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow or later but within the week!

I also apologize for the weird formatting, this was written on my phone during the time so I don't have the fancy indents or proper grammar check.

Thank you for sticking around with my inconsistencies, I wish I had more time.

So much love,

Nexi

Breath |Sun/Moon x Scared!Reader|

[Power had gone out, leaving Sun and Moon to look for you in the dark. However, you are absolutely horrified of thunderstorms.]

The daycare was lit up during the town wide blackout. The rumbling generators along with the constant loop of the daycare music, Sunnydrop was busy awaiting got his favorite visitor. Who might that be, well none other than the security guard who is ordered to look out for the lobby, green rooms, and of course, the daycare. Y/N is what they call themselves, which Sunny really liked that when they mentioned it to him, he walked around repeating it like a song.

But they were late, a half hour late. He taps his foot impatiently, he checks the attendance and sees that they did clock in. What were they doing? Did they get lost? It's impossible to miss his big daycare! Surely you didn't forget either, his lovely face was everywhere, that had to remind you to check on him.

A quiet rumble of the storm outside rang through the building. According to the weather, it was going to be a rough and long storm ahead. Heard it was going to last until morning.

Sun, getting impatient, decided to look for them himself. Feeling confident, he takes his long strides to the daycare door, his hand reaching for the door knob. He felt himself pause for just a moment. He hasn't really left daycare, not that he can't leave, but it was risky. Last time he left was to take care of that rulebreaker and set up some banned signs around Kids Cove, but that was the furthest he went in a very long time. Sun was still very angry about it, but it did reopen the daycare after Freddy left. So maybe he should forgive him? Nah, he needs to apologize first.

Sun shakes his head, he was getting off track. He opens the daycare door, mind back on his mission. To find his Starshine. He takes his long strides, making sure to stay near the light and flashing signs. The easy part was now over as he got to the entrance door that faced the slide back into his daycare.

As soon as he opened the door with great confidence, he saw that is was pitch black. Maybe his friend did get lost, with this darkness and no flashlight, it would be nearly impossible to find him! Not taking into consideration of muscle and location memory. He felt Moon stirring from inside.

“Moon, sorry to wake you up from your nap. Our dear friend is missing and I had hope to do it myself! But uh... Looks like I can't do much.” He spoke aloud. Silence rang through his head, awaiting for his alter ego to speak.

Moon was recently having a fit, and not talking. This happened since Eclipse disappeared into the arcade cabinet when he was playing that discount floppy bird game. Moon had tried to get him out by playing the game, but something happened to him too. He became mostly unresponsive, giving out short phrases or sentences.

Sun would hear his alter giggle, which relieved Sun that Moon was at least in a good mood. Sun takes in a false breath of courage and walked into the dark. If he could close his eyes, he would've. The familiar pain in his face shocked through him, making him grab at it. He feels his rays click into his head on at a time, unlocking his chest compartment which his infamous hat was held in. It started from his fingers, the oranges and silver turned to white and blue.

Sun felt himself pull back and release control. He now stood outside and watched Moon take his hat and place it up on his head. Moon crouched down and stretches his legs, then start crawling on the floor towards the wall. Sun, not wanting to be alone, would do his best to follow.

“Little Star has gone missing.” Is what Moon would say before climbing up the wall and opening a vent to crawl through. He started to giggle and cackle, it echoing through the building and alerting that Moon was out early. The glamrocks retreating to their green rooms as to not go to parts and services.

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You had entered the building on time, rarely ever late. Today has been storming hard, the rain pattering hard on the glass of the lobby entrance. Things were up and normal, doing your normal tasks. Checked stock, picked up any lost and found items to either throw away or await for the owner to come in the next day to pick it up. As you head into lost and found, that was when you heard it. It started as a small rumble before the sky roared a building shaking thunder, knocking the power out.

You have always been afraid of thunder since you were young. Not that you could explain it to anyone without the fear of being made fun of for a childish fear. It wasn't childish to you, it was real, the sense of dread and fear that paralyzed you proved it. You drop to the floor, staying as close to the ground as you could. If you could just find your flashlight, you had to crawl around a bit to then heard another rumble.

It took your breath away, your hands shaking as you retrieve the flashlight. Trying to find some solace in the light, you put your thumb on the switch and pushed up. Click. Click-click. Nothing. The flashlight, so cheap that it doesn't even last a hour with full charge, was dead and the charging stations were down. You were in the dark, the loud storm rattling the outside shutter doors, making it very loud and overwhelming.

You grab a blanket from the shelf and put it over you and your head. It just felt safer when surrounded by the soft fabric. Peaking through the opening, you hesitantly get on your feet again. You still had a job to do, but it was going to be slower. You would like your paycheck still and you knew how stingy the company was, taking your panic and finding a way to no pay you.

You would manage to get out of lost and found in the dark. On your way out, a little glow in the dark Monty was resting in a stroller. It must've been left behind but picking it up, it still had its tag and security pin. Rather, someone tried to steal it. It did produce light, enough to get around at least. However, these toys don't glow in the dark for too long. Got maybe, a solid twenty minutes? It's been dark for five, so fifteen. You did your best to scamper to the green rooms and peak around.

You arrive and you see the famous glamrocks interacting with each other. Monty with Roxy and Chica, heading back towards their respective rooms. Monty had taken over as temporary lead as they remade a new Freddy. They did have to use the scraped Mr. Hippo glamrock to fill the fourth spot. Your train of thought was cut off as another loud crash of thunder rang through the building. You huddle against a corner and put the blanket over your head again.

“Why... Why now... Why can't you come when it was after work...” You mutter as you croutch down and felt tears prick your eyes. Another crash finally made you crack, you try to hold back your tears but they started to stream down your face. All you felt was dread, paralyzing fear that. You wanted to scream in fear but that would reveal your fear. You try to be fearless, not let anything bother you. When you first met Sun and Moon, they were rather surprised that you approached them. You had a fascination with how they acted and looked. It was endearing, when you took the time to watch them and interact that even under their rough attitude and words, they were lonely.

Lonely.

Another crash, you were shaking and on the ground. Hands over your ears and a quiet sobbing from your blanket shell. You were too scared to notice the vent opening and the giggling of a certain jester. One with the Moon rather than the sun. The jester made his round, single red eye darting around to find something. Then he hears the sobbing, unfamiliar to his sensors. Crawling over, he finds the shaking blanket of which the sobbing came from. When he lifted the blanket that was when he saw you. Your glow in the dark Monty plush was almost out of glow, leaving you in almost pure darkness.

Moon was all you saw now, his eye lit up the small space. He tilts his head in confusion.

“Why is Little Star hiding? No monsters are here, just Moon” He spoke, unsure to react to the crying. You quickly wipe your face and sniffle, putting up your strong front.

“Cause uhh, I was playing a game..?” You made it sound more like a question than an answer. Of course, it was a lie, so Moon leaned closer.

“Then why cry? Liar, liar I hate liars. Speak truth.” Moon wipes a tear from your cheek. But as you go to answer, the loudest crash of thunder lands. It shook the building again, making the lights flicker and power back off. You yelp and cling onto Moon. You try to get as close as you could, fingers slipping a tad just for you to scramble to get your grip. You breathing escalated and felt the verge of hyperventilation. You weren't expecting anything from Moon, never was the touchy one unlike Sun who couldn't stop having tiny touches and bumps.

But you then felt mechanical arms wrap around you. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap, cradling you close to him. He gently rocks back and fourth, winding his broken chest music box. He was taking nap time protocol with some modifications. His broken music box plays a soft tune, though in some places it wobbled.

“Breathe. Deep breaths. It will be okay..” Moon whispers. You try to follow his instructions, still freaking out. Your shaking breath and hiccups try to find a rhythm. Moon rests his blue hand and rubs gently up and down your back. It was slow. “Breathe in..” He whispers, his hand gliding up slowly, helping you follow. You take a shuttering breath in, slow like his hand. It stops, in which you held your breath. “Breathe out...” His hand runs back down and you sigh out. It was then looped

Moon would then carry you, you holding onto him with your legs around his thin waist, him with a arm under you and one on your back to keep the rhythm going. He adjusted the blanket to keep it over your head.

He arrives back to the door of the daycare, avoiding the light, he hooked his arm around the wall to find the light switch to turn off the lights. He finds it and flicks it off, hearing the buzzing electricity stop. He peeks in to make sure and then walks in. He takes the long way around and gets inside the daycare. He would have the fly hook attach to his back and he glides over to his and Sun's tower.

“... Moon..? Why are we here..?” You asked, hearing the rumble again and wincing at the noise. Moon would hold you close as he goes back to crawling. He crawls through a small hole off to the side and see that it was a small hiding place. There was boxes, drawings, a mattress with a few pillows. There was also an arcade cabinet in the corner with the screen busted.

“Hide away, storm won't follow here.. Safe here..” He crawls onto the mattress and lays you next to him. The rumbles of the storms were dampened, making it barely audible. With the help of Moon's music box as well, he pets your head.

“... Thank you.” You mumble out, only for Moon respond with a fake click of his tongue. He giggled a bit and curled up around you, his legs are under yours, making you rest yours on top of his. You both cuddle up under the blanket, Moon rubbing your back to keep the deep breath rhythm.

A very loud roar of the sky fills the room, and you both tense up and huddle. A few more tears fall and Moon quickly wipes them away. It was the first time you would ever see Moon have a slight shake in his hand. He was afraid too, of thunder and storms. He was able to repress his fear as his tip top priority was to make sure you were okay first. But he felt as if he needed to keep up this false confidence that you could remain calm.

You mimic his movements, running your hand on his back in a soothing motion.

“Breathe...” You both say at the same time. You get as close as you two could and comforted each other. Moon pecks the top of your head. He felt safe with you, and you felt safe with him. For someone as reclusive as Moon, this was a good bonding experience that neither of you would forget.

[fantisyoflove]

Snape's First Year of Teaching (part 4)

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Warnings ⚠️ death, mentions of death, and death eater attacks

Chapter word count: 4663

Total work word count: 24,244

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Your mind slowly comes into the conscious realm. In your sleepy state, you are perfectly at ease. That is until you feel a strong presence in your mind. It shrouds around you in a green cloud of smoke.

In a panic you throw up a mental wall slamming out the curling suffocating smoke. Your body responded in kind by jumping out of bed and landing with a thud on the rug below.

Severus shot up and slammed himself into the headboard, knees drawn up, and arms wrapped around himself. He hid his face in his arms.

"What the fu..." you start but then see Severus shaking and muttering.

You stand up, brushing the hair out of your face, you slowly crawl back on the bed.

"Severus?" You say softly and reach to touch his leg. He flinches away with a sharp breath.

"Severus, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you"

"I'm not scared!" He snapped lifting his head.

You gave him a soft smile, "no you're right you're not scared. I'm still sorry for whatever that was" you waved an absent minded hand towards where you had fallen out of bed. Severus straightened himself out on the bed again.

"What... what was that? "

"Did you feel the smoke too!?" You asked concerned "do you still feel it now? Close your eyes!"

Severus was taken aback by the bombarding of questions. He started to shake his head no and then quickly covered his eyes.

"Wait what smoke? What about that giant wall and why are my eyes closed?"

"You felt a wall?"

"Yea it felt like I was smacked in the face by a giant metal wall."

"Severus," you started carefully "were you inside my mind?"

"Well I umm.. " He gave a half shrug, his hands still over his eyes. "Yes. I mean I didn't mean to ... exactly. I was just.. well sometimes I just... but I thought once I was asleep it would kind of like I guess turn off."

"You really are a legilimens?"

Severus nodded, "I'm sorry Lyra I didn't mean you look into your mind. It was just an accident at first but then I kept doing it when I wanted to feel comfortable or safe or to make sure you still like me..."

You grabbed both his hands and pulled them down away from his face. Setting them in his lap you then cupped his face and pulled him closer. You brush your lips against his and then try to pull back to gage his reaction but instead Severus wrapped both his arms around your neck and pulled you against his chest. You quickly move your legs to either side of his hips as he kisses you, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue swiping across it before letting it slip into your mouth.

He pulled back suddenly, "wait why did I have to close my eyes?"

You sigh, "really Severus you should do some research into magic before you just start using it all willy nilly"

You adjust yourself so you are straddling his lap, your hands rest between you two, and you can look at him. You feel his cock flex underneath you and you give him a coy smile, "do you think you can focus like this?"

He licks his lips and then nods. "Yes please ignore that" he says not meeting your eyes.

"Well, first of all I told you to cover your eyes because I didn't know who was in my mind before I shut them out and I was worried they might be watching through your eyes."

Snape was truly puzzled now, "you mean to say I could see current events not just thoughts or memories?"

"Some can, it's powerful magic. I can achieve some insight with a spell but you seem to do it just on whim" you said with a slight question to your tone. Severus nodded and you continued, "so by covering your eyes they couldn't see out, even if they could still listen or see in your mind."

"And the wall?"

"That is also magic but that can be learned without spell work. I can teach you if you want"

"It would probably be useful.... why don't you shield your mind all the time?"

"It takes a lot of concentration to do it completely but most of my memories are locked away all the time."

"Oh?"

"What have you seen when you've looked into my mind?"

Severus blushed a deep red and turned his face away from you, suddenly very focused on the pattern in your blankets. "Umm well mostly I just like the feelings I feel from your mind. You are always so calm and it's warm in there" he shrugs dismissively.

You cup his cheek again and pull his face back to yours. He still won't meet your eyes so you nuzzle into his neck, his arms wrap around you instinctively and he rests his cheek on top of your head.

"Do you want me to stop going into your mind?" He whispered

"Part of me wants to say yes because it feels .... odd that you can see so much... but at the same time no because I have nothing to hide"

Severus felt that twinge again, like you were lying.

You felt his stiffen slightly and cautiously put up a complete wall in your mind. He can feel you lying you thought. You didn't think he was that strong with his powers but if they were natural gifts he had of course it would be ... you'd have to choose your words more carefully. You lowered back down the wall with a sigh.

"I won't ask you to stop Severus but I will ask you not to dig too much, a girls gotta have some secrets." You feel him nod and kiss his neck, a groan vibrates in his chest and his hips buck into you.

"I can agree to that." He said

"Do you wanna ask anything else?"

Severus was quiet and still for a very long time. You almost thought he fell back asleep before he cleared his throat and shifted slightly underneath you.

"Do you... do you really... umm see yourself ... see I mean us. Do you see us having..." his voice fails him and he falters trying to complete his sentence. He clears his throat again.

"Do you see us having a relationship? Like with each other? " You can't see his face but you can feel him holding his breath waiting for your answer.

"Oh, umm... well Severus" he tenses "I kinda already" you feel the utter dread filling up inside of him "thought we were... you know. Together?" All of those feelings whooshed out of him so fast and his eyes welt up with tears.

"You mean that?" He asked his voice so shaky you felt like you needed to hold him tighter.

You felt the soft curl of smoke in your mind again. You wondered why you haven't noticed it before, you were always so careful! 'Maybe it's because you are too blind with all these feelings' a voice hissed in your head. 'You are too invested. You are too close. This isn't real'

You take a soft breath and push the thoughts down. You grab Severus's chin and turn him towards you. Kissing him once on the lips, "yes of course" you say and start kissing along his jaw. You think back to that night at Malfoy Manor and focus on the feeling of his hard cock beneath you right now.

Severus tried being sneaky and it seemed like he was successful in reaching your mind without you knowing this time. He felt the sincerity in your words and then the rush of other feelings. He felt how you felt in that moment and his hips jerked in response.

"Since we are now officially boyfriend and girlfriend do you think we could, well you know" you say and roll your hips into his then gently rock back and forth.

Severus's eyes widen, and he pulls out of your mind. The feeling of his body on fire is too much. His mind is racing, even with the unmistakable proof from your mind he still questioned if you ACTUALLY liked him or not.

"We can wait too, it's okay Severus, no rush" you say seeing the sheer panic on his face.

"Lyra, I want to. Gods all mighty I do, I just don't know if I can right now." He is so pink right now you have to kiss his nose. Then you nuzzle your nose with his.

"It's okay Severus. I understand. I've never done anything like this before either so I get it"

Severus scoffed, "I find that hard to believe."

You furrow your eyebrows and look at him a little perplexed, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying that you seem a little more... skilled at certain things. And that night in the closet when your father found us... he made it sound like that wasn't the first time he found you in a closet with some guy!" Snape's voice raises slightly towards the end.

You press your lips together, your tongue pushes on the inside of your teeth as you bite back a quick response. You breath in through your nose and try to calm yourself.

"Severus it's not like that. Please I feel like you are just trying to find another way to push me away."

He rolls his eyes, "sure yea whatever"

You climb off of him and go pull a robe on over your pajamas. "Maybe you should go" you say softly.

"Maybe I will" he snapped. He shoved his legs into his pants not even bothering to take off the pajamas he was already wearing and then snatched up his cloak before stomping out into the living room.

You followed behind him twirling your hair up on top of your head and putting your wand through it to hold it in place.

He stuffed his feet into his boots not even bothering to tie them as he stomped to the door.

"Severus," you start but then stop as he turns to look at you. The anger in his eyes steals your voice.

"What!" He snaps

"I'm... I " you clutch your arms around yourself, not sure what to say.

"Well spit it out!" He snaps and you flinch at his words.

"Please don't be mad. I don't want you to be mad"

"I'm not mad!" He shouts. You feel the green smoke engulf your mind and suddenly you are spinning very fast the whole room a blur until you stop. You drop to your knees unable to keep yourself upright. The scene before you clears and you see yourself a young girl sitting in your father's shop reading a book. A group of men enter and promptly dispose of all the customers. Your father shouts at them but your eyes are locked on the little girl version of yourself. You watch as she hides under the table, as she is pulled out by her ankles by one of these men, as her father is made to kneel before them, as they point their wands at him at first and then at you. You still feel the pricking of the mans nails in your shoulder, your hand goes to your shoulder to check if he was actually holding you and not the child version of you. Nothing. You catch sight of Severus watching the scene unfold too behind you. He looks stunned. You turn back to the scene now the child is screaming. Glass shatters, everyone covers their ears and the death eaters fall to their knees. You cover your ears too, the scream deafening. Suddenly the death eaters fly out the now shattered windows and land in a pile in the street. The child stops screaming. Everything stills. You remember you have the power to stop all this and throw Severus out of your mind.

Crashing back down to the present. You don't even try to stand up, your head is still spinning.

The silence surrounds you as Severus seems to come back to himself, he rushes towards you.

"Lyra! Lyra I am so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I wasn't trying ..." you hold up your hand to stop him and then place it on your forehead trying to stop the spinning. Severus picked you up, surprisingly with ease, and set you on the couch. In a fuss he seemed to flit around the room as he started the kettle, got you a blanket, and brought you a cup of tea.

You held it in both hands, the warmth of it grounding you. Severus stood near you wringing his hands together.

"What can I do?" He whispers.

"Hold me?" You breath

He is so hesitant but finally he sits next to you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You lean your head against his chest.

After a long 10 minutes he said "how did that happen?"

You took a deep shaky sigh and set the cup of tea down and snuggled closer to him. He pulled you into his lap and tucked the blanket around you more, resting his chin on top of your head.

"Your powers are unchecked and big emotional responses can make it harder to control it. You need to control your emotions, discipline your mind."

Severus nodded and then kissed the top of your head. "I'm sorry" he muttered into your hair.

"For...?" You coaxed

He sighed, "for being a jerk. I don't know how you're still friends with me"

It wasn't the best apology but you could accept it.

"Maybe it's because I secretly know you're only a jerk because people have always been mean to you. How would you know what a healthy relationship looks like "

Severus felt like the invisible glass shattered around him. You were right, he realized.

"How do you do it?" He asked.

"Hmm?" You hummed your eyes closed and your body relaxed into his.

"How do you keep yourself in such control all the time? You always have your emotions in check and here I am a complete mess."

"Lots of practice." You say

Severus is drawing light circles across your arm, "could you teach me?" He asked

"To control your emotions? "

"And to shield my mind"

"I guess it would be useful, it would mean though that you would have to practice against the spell and the first few times I might get in and. .. well see inside your mind."

Severus stiffened, "you could see anything?"

"I could see everything." You say firmly. You pull back from him to look at his eyes. "But who would you rather see inside your mind? Me? Or your enemies? "

Severus honestly thought about it. "... you" he said after a beat.

"Excellent, we will start tomorrow" you said and snuggled back against Severus' chest.

Severus wanted to protest and say that you should start now but the warmth and heaviness that clung to his body stalled him. He held you close to him and breathed in your scent. Soon he felt you snoring lightly and he felt comfortable enough to rest his eyes too.

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After dinner Severus came to your flat to practice. You stifled a giggle as you watched him from the window sneaking across the snow covered lawn. Luckily the foot traffic there was so thick no one would notice another set of foot prints. You told him he didn't need to sneak around since you were both adults but he made a good point that the students would talk and they didn't need to be talking about their two professors together or speculating what they were doing together, alone, and so late into the evening.

You had to hold yourself back from telling him they come up with these theories all on their own with little evidence. Some students you had even over heard spoke about Severus being interested in professor McGonagall or even madam Hooch. Simply on the fact that he had sat next to them during meals sometimes or spoke to them in the halls.

The first time he came you promised you would go easy on him.

"Imagine all your memories and thoughts locked away in a chest or trunk.... now mentally think of a wall all around your thoughts.... ready?"

You watched his face as he set it to neutral and then held his hands behind his back.

"Ready" he confirmed

You raised your wand, a slight tick in his eyes but otherwise he held firm, you cast the spell and felt yourself enter his mind easily. So many memories and thoughts flashed before you. You saw a small boy huddled in a corner as two adults shouted at each other, then a woman standing in front of that same little boy as she struck him across the face, then you saw hogwarts and the small boy gets sorted into Slytherin, then out in the lawn the boy lays next to a little girl with red hair, then the boy is older now sitting under a tree as a group of four other boys use magic to pelt him with pinecones. You feel like you've seen enough and pull away.

Severus staggers back and catches himself on the edge of your couch. Sweat beads on his forehead and he looks paler than before. You rush over and help him sit down on the floor. You pull out a chocolate bar from your pocket and brake off a piece for him. He takes it hesitantly, his fingers shaking, but pops it in his mouth and chews.

"I'm sorry Severus. The first time is always the hardest. Once you've rested a moment we can try again." You move to sit by him but he jumps up.

"No," he quickly swallows the chocolate "do it again." He looks determined but you are nervous.

"Sev... we can take a minute..."

"No!" He snaps. "Sorry . . . No." He says a little softer this time. "I can do this"

You sign and stand back up pointing your wand at him again, "you sure?"

"Do it."

You cast the spell again this time there is some resistance. You feel a small amount of pressure. But one push further and you see tumbling back into his memories. You feel flooded with emotions, you can't exactly see anything but you feel the most awful pain on your back, then like someone has kicked you in the stomach. You lurch out of his mind and fall forward on your hands and knees. The faint feeling of the wind getting knocked out of you passes almost immediately but the ghost of it has you cautiously taking your next few breaths.

"Lyra!" He choaks and rushes forward to help you up. Your body hunches, expecting the pain, but there isn't any. You stand up straight and brush the hair out of your face.

"That was better" you quip.

Severus still looked worried for you, "I'm so sorry I was really trying that time"

"Don't rush it! It takes time. Come let's sit awhile." You motion to the table and Severus sits while you make tea. As you wait for the water to boil you find yourself rubbing at your back where the pain was.

Severus watches you and then looks out the window as he says, "it was a strap."

"Hmm?" You turn around. He isn't looking at you and you thought maybe he hadent spoken in the first place but then he said so softly you had to focus on his lips to understand.

"The pain is from a strap, he used it on my back." You could hear the pain in his voice and so many odd quirks about Severus finally made sense.

Suddenly you felt very angry and had to force yourself to calmly make tea. 'Dumbledore really knows how to pick us' you thought bitterly. 'Take a wounded animal and give it a little food and some attention and suddenly it will do anything you ask'

You take a deep breath and fix your face before turning back to the table and setting the mugs down.

"I'm so sorry Severus." You take his hand in yours and just hold it for awhile. Slowly Severus turns back to you.

"Thank you... for the tea" he says picking up his mug.

You both feel tired after and Severus insists on going back to his own chambers for the evening.

"If you're sure Sev ... but like I said I have watch tonight so you could sleep here and I'll be back closer to dawn"

Severus shook his head. "No last time I slept over I was almost seen leaving your place by those students that jog in the mornings" he scoffed, he never understood people running for enjoyment.

"Alright Severus well if you feel up to it tomorrow we can try again." You shrugged on your cloak.

"Yes tomorrow" he said as he grabbed his own cloak and followed you down the stairs.

You walked him to the dungeons and then went about your watch duties. After you had checked all the common room halls and the great hall you went towards the headmasters office.

Up the stairs you found Dumbledore pacing in his office.

"Ah miss Burke. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You have to cut him loose"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "I'm sorry you'll have to clarify"

"Snape, he is too fragile. Cut him loose. Get someone else to spy for you. I'll do it"

"You know Voldemort doesn't allow women in his inner circle."

"I'll take a polyjuice potion every night and ..."

"And when he discovers your true identity? Then what will happen to you? To your family?" Dumbledore says matter of factly. "You would put your own life on the line but what about theirs?"

You clenched your fists and tried to breath evenly. "Well we must do something. I don't think he can handle it."

"And what makes you say that? Severus is far more powerful than he let's on. I believe with the right tools and the right training he could do great things." Dumbledore picked up a jelly bean from a bowl on his desk and chewed it thoughtfully. "Ah, lemon, my favorite" he turned away from you now and looked outside the window.

"These are dark times Melyra. We must all do our part." The tone in his voice left the impression that no more would be said about it.

You stomped your foot and left in a huff. You couldn't help it, Dumbledore was right.

If you couldn't keep Severus away then you would help him be strong enough to hold his own.

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For the rest of the week Severus came to your flat after dinner and you practiced. By the third night he had managed to keep the wall up and keep you out.

By the fourth night he could push you out of his mind after you had entered it.

And by the fifth night he was able to lock away almost all of his memories so all you could see was what he allowed you to see.

"I'm so proud of you Severus! You've come so far. You are a very good student" you booped him on the nose with your finger. He smiled and playfully pushed you away only to grab you and pull you back into his arms.

"I have an excellent teacher" he kisses you on the lips and holds you against his chest.

"Yes you do" you agree and kiss him back.

You both relax on the couch, comfortable in the silence.

Outside the clock tower chimes signaling the stroke of midnight. Severus shifts and starts to stand up from underneath you.

"Wait, Sev, please stay. You haven't all week and tomorrow is Saturday anyway. You won't have to rush off early for classes. No one would know." You plead.

Severus looks unsure. He knows he has been trying to keep you at arms length. He feels that if he pulls away enough you'll still keep him around but it won't hurt as bad when you find out the truth.

"Please" you whine. Severus can't help but smile. You are so strong, so sure of yourself, but then you resort to whining and pouting to try and get your way.

"Alright, I will stay tonight" he says. You squeel and pounce on him kissing him all over.

Severus summons his pajamas and toothbrush and goes to your bathroom to prepare for bed. You make up the bed with clean sheets and once Severus comes out you go into the bathroom to brush your teeth.

You leave the door open out of habit and Severus can see you from the bed. He watches as you comb your hair, put on lotion, and brush your teeth. It is all so domestic he can't help but think he would never find something like this.

You climb into bed and wave your wand to put out the lights.

"Good night"

"Good night"

You snuggle under the blankets, a slight chill to the air now that everything was dark and the fire was just embers. Severus wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you tight against him. You fit so perfectly together. His thumb lazily drags across your skin as he holds you. His soft breath warms your neck and you feel comforted by the rise and fall of his chest against your back.

Sleep comes easily.

You feel a tingle between your legs. At first you feel so far away from your body but that feeling pulls you in close. Your brain is fuzzy as you try to work out what it is. You reach down and feel a head between your legs. Your eyes fly open and you try to sit up but Severus gentle pushes you back down. He winks at you before going back to eat you out. His tongue circles your clit and a finger is tracing up and down your folds. He looks up at you and holds you gaze. His finger continues to trace along the edges. You hips buck just wanting more and you realize he is asking for your permission. You can't find your voice but you nod excitedly. The gleam in his eyes as he watches your face as his finger slowly pushes into you. You moan at the wonderful feeling. He sucks you clit and pushes in another finger.

"Oh Severus" you moan your back arches, your body wants more.

"That's my girl," he says. And then kisses up your stomach, his fingers move to your mouth and he watches as you lick them clean.

"Do you want me, my darling?" He whispers in your ear . He kisses along your neck until he finds the perfect spot and starts to suck a hickey onto your neck.

Your hips buck and you nod again.

"Mmm I need to hear you my darling"

"Yes" you breath. Oh gods you can't believe this is actually happening. You feel his cock press against your folds.

"Yes what?" He teases taking his cock and rubbing it up and down your slit coating the tip in your juices.

"Yes Severus please fuck me!" You are so horny right now you want him to fuck you until you can't move anymore. He smiles and trusts his cock into you.

You cry out, back arching.

You bolt upright your eyes wide. Pricks of sweat beat on your forehead. You wipe them away with the back of your hand looking around the room. Everything is dark, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Mm Lyra? You okay?" Severus's sleep voice brings you back to reality. It was just a dream.

"Yes, sorry, weird dream" you say and settle back down next to him. Your clit is throbbing and you feel like you might explode but you press your knees together and take calm even breaths.

"Want to tell me about it?" He asks with a yawn.

"Maybe later go back to sleep."

"Okay" he yawns again and then pulls you close to him. You feel like your body is calming down again but you can't fall back asleep.

You lay there and listen to Severus's steady breathing.

'It was just a dream'

[evanbuckleysarms]

Mourning my desire and ability to read fanfic the last 45 days but cheering for my completion of 9 books.

[typicalmagpie]

FOUND - A TF2 Fanfic

Sniper's parents are dead. The rest of RED help pick up the pieces. ... Engineer is the first to crack in a game that only Spy knew was being played. His drawl is quiet, conspiratorial - “I take it you've got somethin’ brewin’ up in that noggin’ of yours?” “I have no idea what you're talking about, laborer.” Spy replies immediately. Engineer’s only response is a disbelieving hum, so Spy continues. “The bushman’s woes are none of my concern.” “But you’re gonna find out what’s bothering him,” Engineer says quietly. It's not a request, because they both knew Spy was going to pry, anyway. “An’ when you do, you’re gonna tell th' rest of us how to help.”

Click to read on Ao3!

[manofthepipis]

I was wondering how chapter 14 is going. I’m really excited to read it when it’s out. I’m sorry if this is an annoying question

not an annoying question at all, anon! :D tho the Ol Life™️ thing is driving into my writing time a lot more than i'd care for haha

if i could project all my thoughts and plans into words quicker i'd most happily do so and oh boy do i have thoughts and plans

[ohitslen]

I have something really crazy to tell you, 🎉Ch. 3 of The neighbor from 311 is up!🎉 Happy new year btw I doubt I will post anything here before the 31st so YAAAY :D

[inonibird]

knock knock it’s the IGBC

[vodid]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Animated (2007) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blitzwing/Bumblebee (Transformers) Characters: Blitzwing (Transformers), Bumblebee (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Ratchet (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Bulkhead (Transformers) Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Drama, blitzwing has trust issues, and bumblebee has adhd with a little rsd sprinkled in, okay a LOT of rsd, also apd and executive dysfunction, he’s got a lot going on for him, Infrequent Updates Summary:

Bumblebee feels like the weak link in his team and Blitzwing finds that and his lack of self confidence annoying.

[daffodilsm]

                                      𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 !                                                 ǝuo ɹǝʇdɐɥɔ

pairing: eddie munson  x  female  reader  trigger warnings: mentions of death, grief, ptsd, and anxiety  tags: kas!eddie, canon adjacent, lovers to strangers, strangers to enemies, enemies to lovers again  summary: you return home to hawkins at the news of eddie’s death, the guilt from the last time you saw him heavy upon your heart when your mourning is interrupted.  word count: 1842 status: ongoing read on ao3: here ! masterlist:  🦇

It didn’t feel real; this dizziness and nausea that settled deep into the pits of your stomach as you struggled to process this nightmare turned reality. A gnawing ache bringing you to your knees upon the freshly patched soil that settled six feet deep. Just in front of you, upon grey freckled stone, jarring red letters read two syllables: DEVIL! Frantically, your sleeves bunch between your fists as, through a whimper, you wipe at the paint... desperate to see the name beneath.

                                          𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍                                                𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟓-𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟔                                                         🪦

The paint smears upon your sleeves, bleeding the guilt onto your hands you deemed rightfully red. Eddie was gone. He was dead. The very thing you wished him to be the last time you spoke had come true. Your shaking hands grip the stone as the grief overwhelms your very core. A guttural scream scratching and clawing its way out of your chest: a release that would never bring comfort. You hadn’t meant what you said and now he will never know. 

                      “Jesus Christ, Eddie! ”

The remnants of that fight echoing in your ears. Your memory replaying it like a tidal wave, stealing your breath and dragging you under. 

                     “ I don’t know what else I can do to help you forgive me. ”

Don’t say it. Please, don’t say it. You plead with your own past. Your words lost in the sea and brine of memory. Stop, please. STOP! 

                     “ You can drop dead, Munson. ”

In agony, your eyes force themselves open. The word before you welcoming you back to what could only be hell. Cruel, mocking, and brutal. Yet not nearly as painful as the slack of his jaw, the sorrow in his eyes, and the sound of his heart shattering within his chest that last day. Your fingernails drag against stone as the will in your body depletes. A nose meeting dirt and your hands tangling in your hair as sobs rattle out. This was worse than death and hell, because what could be worse than knowing it should’ve been you?  “ I’m so sorry, ”  you confess, a single fist lightly rapping against the ground. The thought of him down there, stuck and frozen at only twenty an excruciating image you couldn’t cry away. 

The knowledge that people believed---  actually believed he was capable of... “ NO! ”   It radiates from within you: the pain, the loathing, and the prayer that God would take you in his place. You explode up onto your knees, desperately pushing and wiping the paint away. Crimson smearing across the surface of the headstone and staining your hands. Panicked breaths escape quickly and fills the air with your sorrow. 

“ Hey, hey! Get away from there! ”  Footsteps, multiple, descend on you in a flurry. Adrenaline and hatred for whoever did this to his grave leading you to act drastically. 

Your eyes search for anything in sight that could help you defend him. Alongside the defacing spray paint was an array of trash littered around his plot. Reaching out, you grasp the neck of a broken beer bottle and with a spin, hold it out to what you can only describe as a blur of hair. 

“ Woah, woah, shit! ”  Dirt kicks up as converse skid to a halt, the man stumbling back onto the ground with the smell of rotting beer searing his nose. A look of panic turning him pale. “ Just take it easy, Jesus. ”

You see his hand reach up in surrender as yours begin to shake. The glimmer of the bottle the only thing keeping him away from you and the ruined memorial. 

“ Holy shit, Steve! ”  A shorter male runs up beside him, reaching down and grasping onto the other’s shoulders for what seemed like dear life. 

“ Steve! ”   A girl this time, their voice just as frantic. Slowly, recollection began to return to you with every flicker of your hues between her and him and back again. “ Why is it every time time I turn around for one second someone is pointing something sharp at you? ”  Their voice was like lightning. 

“ I uh --- am  kinda asking myself that same question Robin. I’m seriously beginning to doubt it’s not just shit luck! ”  Steve can’t help but reply, exasperation carrying beneath his heightened tone. He falls back against the ground, taking in a deep sigh. The younger male then stepping forward with his hands raised. 

“ Listen, we aren’t here to cause any trouble. We just want you to stop messing with Eddie’s grave. ”

The shock was palpable upon your features. The bottle slowly slips from your fingertips, the crackle of the glass causing a shared cringe among the others as tension still hung high. 

“ I didn’t... I didn’t do this, ”  you whisper, motioning to the vandalism behind you while your eyes lock on Steve as he rises from the ground; dusting himself off.

 “ Well, not to say we literally caught you red handed but --- ”  a  hand pretty much slaps against Steve’s mouth, muffling his words and nearly knocking him down once again.

“ I know you, ”  Robin said, pulling her hand away. A look of awe meshes with a proud smile upon her lips. Like she couldn’t believe she figured it out before the others. Though as she looks further, concern seeps in. Their eyes just now realizing the puffy, red mess that were your own. 

“ What? You know this person? ”

“ Yeah, Dustin and I’m surprised you don’t. ”

Silence hangs once more in the air. Only a concoction of staggered breath and confusion lingers as Dustin looks you up and down, trying to place you but failing. Steve recalls first. Eyes and features softening, an expression of self doubt crinkled between his nose like he was wondering how he didn’t realize sooner. 

“ Y/N, ”  he whispers it in airless chuckle, a hand raising to scratch his head. “ I didn’t recognize you... I haven’t seen you since... shit, since graduation. You --- you changed your hair. ”

“ You haven’t... ”  For a brief moment, the three of you relax in a shared silence. A smile can’t come to your face, but relief settles within you. 

                                                       🥀

Steve Harrington. A name that always sat across from you in every class since kindergarten, and one you haven’t thought much of since leaving Hawkins the day after graduation. When you were a kid, everyone was your friend. Your background, clothes, or hobbies didn’t matter much when everyone was three feet tall. But middle school and high school were different. Cliches in the form of cliques form quickly and don’t budge. The two of you were gravitated to two different crowds, and it might as well been in two different star systems.

Robin Buckley on the other hand was never your friend. A year younger than you meant age was the clique that kept your orbits from every colliding. But their face was kind and you couldn’t help but wonder how the hell this trio came to be and how exactly they knew Eddie.

Because you didn’t know the younger one and he didn’t know you. And given the intense determination that hung between his thick eyebrows, he was pretty pissed to be the only one out of the loop. 

“ Am I left to read your minds or is someone gonna let me know who the hell this is? ”  The cadence of his voice unique, and given the reaction on Steve’s face, was one of recurring annoyance for the older male. 

“ God, do you really have to be a know-it-all at all times? Dustin, this is Y/N. She is... ”  Steve hesitates, the name they were all thinking not wanting to leave his tongue in it’s new tense. He sighs, steadying himself.  “ was Eddie’s gir--- ”

“ I was his friend. Eddie’s friend. We went to high school together. ”  You cut him off, not wanting that word hung in the air. The memories were already hard to hold back. Your fingernails digging into the palms of your hands the only thing keeping them at bay. 

Immediately upon your introduction a lightbulb somewhere went off. 

“  BOOM! I know who you are. ”  You brace yourself, not knowing what to expect. If this kid somehow knew Eddie, then your sins would no doubt come spilling out to crucify. “ You were in Hellfire. I remember seeing you on the original roster. ”  The remembrance spilling from his lips without any hint of a glitch, as if he had known all along who you were.  “ Lady Hope: a level eighteen cleric who gave her last bit of life to save the rogue and defeat Fate. ”

Stunned silence this time held the air hostage, your eyes blinking quickly and the others offering no guidance in navigating such waters.

Dustin continued, “ I know it’s you and you were friends with Eddie, but why are you... ”  his large eyes flicker from the broken bottle upon the ground to your red hands. 

Your fingers unfurl with three pairs of eyes reading them for answers. There was so much going on in your head and in your heart. Exhaustion carried heavily in your eyes as you struggled to meet their gazes. “ I was... ”  you turn, facing his headstone once more. The only proof that Eddie Munson was once here. “... just trying to clean it. ” 

Robin steps forward and with a gentle voice, “ I understand. Did you think we were coming to vandalize it? Is that why you nearly shanked Steve? ”

Yes, you struggle to verbalize. Your body leaning forward with a shudder and resting on top the cold, hard, and unforgiving stone. “ Eddie didn’t kill those people. He was...  good and gentle. All he ever did was play his guitar and --- ”  your breath rasps, his phantom kisses felt against your temple in harrowing muscle memory.  “ The real killer... ”

“ We know, we know. ”  Robin’s hands rest on your shoulders, offering you as much comfort as they could. You can feel a shift that carries between the three, until Steve finally steps forward.

“ We came to clean it too. We can do it together. Just as soon as Erica gets here with the supplies... she’s -- forget it, you’ll meet her later. ”  Robin rubs your back and helps you stand up tall. Wiping your eyes, you turn to look at the others, and nearly jump out of your skin.

Behind Steve and Dustin was, who you assumed, was Erica. With a look of pure rage, the sound of two heavy buckets and a fist full of rags thud against the ground causing the two to jump like characters from a cartoon.

“  I don’t know when and I don’t know yet how, but you doofuses will regret leaving me to carry all this shit. ”

                                                       ❤️‍🔥

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[hobgoblinns]

hello all pls read my new fic i laughed so hard while writing it

[pearlsephoni]

Spiking Heartbeats: Free Coffee and Tea

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: G

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Relationships: Platonic Karasuno First Years, pre-relationship Tsukkiyama (Tsukishima/Yamaguchi), pre-relationship Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata), pre-relationship Kanoyachi (Kanoka/Yachi), established Kiyotana (Kiyoko/Tanaka)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Hitoka Yachi, Kanoka Amanai, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya, Kiyoko Shimizu, Ryuunosuke Tanaka

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary:

Amanai had always come off as shy, even though she’d been at the hospital for more than three years. At first glance, it would be easy for Shoyo to brush off any stiffness in her body language as awkwardness or discomfort. Yet a rosy pink flush was creeping up Amanai’s neck and rising in her cheeks. Shoyo regarded it with interest. Once Yachi disappeared out the door, he gave Amanai an experimental wink. The blush transitioned from pink to bright red. Tanaka and Shimizu exchanged knowing glances. Bingo.

It's an ordinary day at Ohyama Hospital, until Dr. Hinata stumbles across some interesting new information.

A/N: Written by @r0mantic-era as part of a collaborative series of Haikyuu Hospital Playlist AU fics, featuring the Karasuno first years as the 99s! Originally published on AO3 on April 15th. Further author's notes can be found there.

***

On a bright and early Sunday morning, Shoyo entered the café on the first floor of the hospital in high spirits. Humming to himself, he scanned the long line of customers with the eager, hungry eyes of a scavenger. 

It didn’t take long to spot a stubborn tuft of hair sticking out from the head of a familiar, tall figure in pale blue scrubs. Letting a grin crawl over his face, Shoyo made a beeline for his target—snatching up a salmon onigiri from the fridge on his way to cut the line.

“I want a hazelnut latte with soy milk,” he announced, looping his arm around Yamaguchi’s wide shoulders. “And this onigiri.”

Yamaguchi didn’t so much as flinch at the intrusion. “Guess what I have, Hinata?” he sang, waving a hand in front of Shoyo’s face. Pinched between his fingers was a familiar credit card.

“Tsukishima’s card?!” Shoyo pumped his fist. He’d arrived at just the right time.

Yamaguchi’s smile, impossibly, grew even more smug. “I’m buying coffee for my resident and Sawamura. Want in?”

In terms of residents, General Surgery only had Iwaizumi, but Shoyo made a split-second decision to snag drinks for the fellow surgeons in his department. “I’ll take an iced americano for Iwaizumi, a caramel latte with an extra shot of espresso for Bokuto-san, a jujube tea for Omi-Omi…” he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time, “...and a black coffee for Yacchan.” 

Shoyo was clocking in ahead of schedule this morning, so making a pit stop by Neurosurgery to drop off a drink for Yachi would be no problem.

“That’ll be 3,900 yen,” Miya Osamu announced from behind the cash register.

“And this.” Kageyama dropped a probiotic yogurt on the countertop.

“Ack!” Shoyo jumped. “Where did you come from? You’re like a ghost! Don’t be so quiet when you walk, Creepy-yama,” he sputtered.

Kageyama shrugged, plucking up the yogurt as Osamu punched the new purchase into the machine. “Have better hearing, then, Dumbass.”

Shoyo playfully stuck out his tongue. “My hearing is—”

“Ah-ah, no fighting in my café. You goons are going to hold up the line,” tutted Osamu, rolling his eyes sky-high. “That’ll be 4,200 yen. Tsumu will have the drinks out for you all shortly. Now get.” After more than a decade, the owner of Café Miya was well acquainted with Shoyo and his friends—they’d made more than a few ruckuses inside his establishment over the years, after all. 

Shoyo flashed him an apologetic grin before ducking out of the way and leaving Yamaguchi (or, well, Tsukishima) to cover the bill.

“See you at dinner?” Kageyama asked, uncapping his yogurt. It was a rare day when the friends’ shift schedules left them all simultaneously free for the evening, so the five had plans to meet up at a barbecue restaurant near the hospital.

“See you then, Yama-yama,” Shoyo told him, waving as Kageyama strolled out of the café and towards the lobby elevators.

Shoyo spent the next few minutes scrolling through Youtube to watch volleyball highlights. Yamaguchi, who had wandered over after placing their order, peered over his shoulder as Shoyo skimmed through clips of the most recent game between the Green Rockets and the Black Jackals. He hadn’t had time to watch yesterday with so many procedures scheduled, which was a shame—from the game reel, it seemed like it had been a great match.

“Sho-kun!” interrupted Miya Atsumu, setting several cardboard coffee cup carriers down in the pick-up area. “Your drinks are ready. But do you have any news for me?”

Atsumu, Osamu’s brother and co-manager of Café Miya, nurtured a notorious proclivity for gossip. His penchant for fueling rumors consistently bothered Tsukishima and Kageyama, both of whom complained that Atsumu was the hospital’s resident auntie, but Shoyo was always happy to indulge him.

“There’s a rumor going around that two interns are dating, but nobody knows who,” he provided, lowering his voice conspiratorily. “Let me know if you notice anything, alright?”

“I got you, doc,” Atsumu replied with a wink, handing Shoyo two carriers holding five drinks.

Yamaguchi clicked his tongue against his teeth and grabbed his own coffee carriers with a fond sigh. “Do we really need to be snooping around the lives of our juniors?” he asked, ever-responsible. Then, he grinned. “Well, let me know if you find out who it is. My money’s on Sugawara being involved in some way.”

***

After exiting Café Miya, Shoyo headed up to the third floor and into the Neurosurgery wing. Upon arriving at the department’s staff room, he bumped the door open with his hip and poked his head inside.

“Yacchan!” he called. “I brought you coffee!”

Yachi, who had been midway through explaining something to the two interns rotating through her department, startled slightly.

“Hinata!” Yachi yelped, knocking a stack of papers off the table. The sheets fluttered haphazardly through the air: Dr. Shimizu managed to snag half the pile mid-fall, aided by quick reflexes, while her fellow intern Dr. Tanaka scrambled for the remaining documents just a beat too late and ended up crouching on the floor to gather the rest.

“Sorry, Yacchan,” Shoyo apologized, placing the black coffee on the table beside her. “No milk, no sugar. Just how you like it.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” she told him, taking a massive gulp of the drink. “And the timing was perfect. I actually have to run to a consultation, now, but Kanoka can take over briefing this case for me. If that’s okay?”

Yachi’s third-year resident, Dr. Amanai, closed out a patient chart on the break room desktop and hurried to join the others at the table.

“I’ve got it, Professor!” she agreed immediately, tucking a lock of short, dark hair behind her ear. “And, um, hello Dr. Hinata.”

“Hey, Amanai-chan,” Shoyo greeted easily. Amanai was tall, so he had to look up slightly to make eye contact. “I heard you’re going to be the lead surgeon on an upcoming case!”

Amanai nodded. “It’ll be my first time leading,” she said timidly. “I’ll do my best.”

“I have no doubt it’ll go great,” Yachi interjected confidently, placing a hand on Amanai’s shoulder. “Just like I have no doubts leaving these two in your very capable hands!” The gesture was innocent—the reassurance of a mentor to a mentee—but Shoyo couldn’t help but notice Amanai tense just slightly under Yachi’s touch.

Amanai had always come off as shy, even though she’d been at the hospital for more than three years. At first glance, it would be easy for Shoyo to brush off any stiffness in her body language as awkwardness or discomfort. Yet a rosy pink flush was creeping up Amanai’s neck and rising in her cheeks. 

Shoyo regarded it with interest. Once Yachi disappeared out the door, he gave Amanai an experimental wink.

The blush transitioned from pink to bright red. Tanaka and Shimizu exchanged knowing glances. 

Bingo. 

Shoyo wished he could say that he was a mature man who refrained from meddling in the personal affairs of others, but there was a reason he was Atsumu’s Number One Gossip Buddy. 

Sure, the timing wasn’t ideal. Yachi was still dating Maruki Takuto from Dermatology—they’d only gotten together about two months ago, but it truly felt like it had been ages. Ages of Kageyama and Tsukishima agreeing for once and mutually bitching about the guy, that is. 

To be fair, Shoyo wasn’t exactly Maruki’s biggest fan, either. Maruki was nice enough to his colleagues and the hospital staff. But Shoyo had a strong feeling that the other doctor had an inferiority complex which manifested as jealousy over Yachi’s accomplishments, and he’d told her so in similar words. 

“I’m just seeing how things go. It’s not that serious,” Yachi had assured him. Still, none of their friends could really understand why she was wasting her time in the first place.

Although he would never interfere directly in Yachi’s relationships, Shoyo couldn’t help but be excited by the appearance of a better candidate for his childhood friend. Amanai had a reputation as a kind, fair, and caring member of the staff. She clearly had a tremendous amount of respect for Yachi. Once this Maruki business ended, maybe he’d have to do some meddling.

Shoyo left the neurosurgery wing in high spirits, whistling merrily. Having acquired free coffee and tea, the morning was shaping up to be a pretty good one.

***

Shoyo didn’t give his discovery much thought for the next few hours, swept up in the bustle of his morning cases. He met with patients one right after the other, dissecting CT scans and MRIs in layman’s terms before negotiating treatment paths and scheduling procedures. 

At a major hospital in a capital city, consultations often breezed by, but Shoyo liked to think that the person-to-person aspect of medicine was a personal specialty of his. Had he been the best student in their medical school class? Not by a long shot. Did he make mistakes when charting because he could not wrap his mind around the hospital software system? Occassionally. But Shoyo was a good surgeon and, perhaps most importantly, he did his best to make his patients feel safe and understood, before and after their operations.

Even for a gregarious person like himself, the latter was hard work. So, when his break finally rolled around, he opted to chill in the outdoor courtyard rather than return to his shared office with Yamaguchi.

Outside, the sun shone golden through the green leaves of the well-trimmed trees. The soft hum of public conversation filtered past as he shut his eyelids, enjoying the warm weather. And then he heard footsteps approach, stuttering against the pavement.

Shoyo cracked open one eye.

“Um, Dr. Hinata.” Amanai Kanoka took a seat on the bench beside him, a banana milk between her hands.

“Amanai-chan!” Shoyo replied immediately, straightening his spine. “What’s up?”

Amanai picked at the edge of the foil lid of the banana milk with the fingernail of her index finger, smoothing it back into place each time she came close to actually opening the container.

“I…I heard you liked banana milk,” she said after a minute of awkward silence, thrusting the milk into his hands.

Shoyo grinned gleefully, accepting the treat eagerly. “For me?” he asked, peeling off the lid and taking a swig. “Who told you?”

“Dr. Yachi mentioned it once,” Amanai replied, bravely lifting her gaze to make eye contact. “I know, um, you two have been friends for ages…right?”

“We have,” Shoyo confirmed, biting back a knowing smile. He had a feeling about where this was going, but he wasn’t going to put the words in Amanai’s mouth. “So what is it that you needed? Assuming you didn’t just come here to give me my favorite drink for no reason,” he joked. “Not that I’m not honored that our nation’s number one judoka personally delivered my snack.”

Amanai flushed pink. “Ah, how did you know?” she squeaked.

“Yacchan told me,” Shoyo explained matter-of-factly, offering her a cheerful thumbs up.

“She talks about me?!” Amanai blurted, eyes widening in genuine surprise. Once the outburst escaped her lips, she immediately clapped her hands over her mouth in mortification. “Um, I mean…”

Shoyo let his laugh flow free. “Well, it’s a pretty big deal when a three-time Olympic gold medalist finishes her career and then decides to enroll in medical school of all things…but to answer your question, she does!”

Amanai dropped her hands and leaned forward. The undisguised eagerness written across her face greatly amused Shoyo for a split second, who had deliberately refrained from elaborating. Witnessing the way Amanai was so clearly torn between pressing for more information and holding herself back, however, prompted a subsequent twinge of guilt. Amanai was not Kageyama—it wasn’t kind nor appropriate to tease her. Although she wasn’t much younger, she was still his junior.

Ever graciously, he made an executive call to put an end to her misery rather than force her to come clean. “So what do you need? Intel about Yachi’s hobbies? Her favorite restaurants?”

Amanai’s blush, impossibly, grew even more pronounced. “I, I—!” she spluttered, coughing into her elbow. “Um, I…”

“Yachi only ever has good things to say about you and your research,” he added, once she finished wheezing.

Amanai thumped her chest with one fist before sighing deeply. “Am I really that transparent?” she asked forlornly. “I hope Dr. Yachi doesn’t realize.”

“There’s no way she knows,” Shoyo assured her. “Yachi can be oblivious when it comes to this kind of thing. Though I can’t say if that the same thing is true for the interns.”

Amanai pressed her palm to her forehead. “Ugh. Tanaka keeps trying to wingman me in the worst ways, and it’s extremely embarrassing every time,” she complained. “He has no subtlety whatsoever.”

“Well, that’s what I’m here for!” Shoyo cheered. “You can totally trust me to give you the best insider information about Yacchan. Like, she really loves camping, if you need any date ideas. And she finds height attractive.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Amanai covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. “I know. Or, well, I knew she liked camping. She’s the president of the Outdoor Hobbies Special Interest Group.”

“Huh.” Shoyo scratched his chin. Who knew their hospital had an organization like that? Well, it was no surprise that Yachi had found a way to be heavily involved: she was, at her core, an overachiever.

“Dr. Hinata, I…I’ve been interested in Dr. Yachi for a while now, and I’ve been too scared to act. So nothing has changed.” Amanai took a deep breath. “But I really want to give this a proper go instead of giving up without even trying. And I thought you could help me approach Dr. Yachi in the…a way that’s most respectful of what she would want. Since you know her so well.”

Shoyo bit his lip and rubbed his palms along the tops of his scrub pants, unsure of how to proceed. Amanai was so sincere, and he hated to be the bearer of bad news. “Well, it’s kind of on the down low, but Yachi is…sort of seeing someone?” Amanai’s expression plummeted, and Shoyo hastily rushed to amend the statement. “He’s actually a…big jerk! And it’s really not serious. In fact, we’re all rooting for it to be over sooner rather than later!”

Amanai frowned. “Still. I guess I shouldn’t do anything at all if she already has someone.”

“Hey. Just know it’s not going to last forever. Seriously. I think Tsukishima might actually commit a homicide if Yachi actually got serious about this guy,” Shoyo insisted. “As soon as she ends things, I’ll let you know right away. So don’t give up!”

Amanai’s frown only deepened. “Dr. Tsukishima?” she repeated. “Does Dr. Tsukishima have feelings for Dr. Yachi?”

Shoyo spat out a mouthful of banana milk. The drink splattered across his pants. “Shit. Sorry!” 

“I’m sorry!” Amanai exclaimed, horrified. “Oh no! I don’t have any napkins, though!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Shoyo waved her concerns away with one hand. “My fault. It’s not like they don’t get dirtier than this on the regular.” He dabbed at the stains with his hands. “You just caught me off guard. But trust me, Tsukishima does not have a thing for Yachi.”

When Shoyo lifted his gaze back up from his pants to Amanai, he spotted Atsumu over her shoulder. The café co-owner stood inside the building with his nose pressed up against the glass, looking directly at Shoyo.

Perking up at the sight of his friend, Shoyo lifted a hand to wave hello. Strangely enough, however, Atsumu darted away from the window as soon as they made eye contact. Weird. Well, weird wasn’t out of the realm of the ordinary when it came to Atsumu, he supposed. Shrugging, Shouyou turned back to Amanai.

“So, what else did you want to know about Yachi?”

***

1:30 PM

  [Miya Atsumu]

Yo, Dr. Bokkun!

Σ (O_O)

[Bokuto Koutarou]

Tsum-tsum!!

What’s up (• ิ _• ิ )?

[Miya Atsumu]

You would not believe what I just saw in the hospital courtyard

Shoyo was with Amanai from neurosurgery

They looked pretty cozy (¬ ‿ ¬ )

Sho-kun even got flustered! He spat out his milk!

[Bokuto Koutarou]

No way!

(o_O) !

[Miya Atsumu]

Yes way

[Bokuto Koutarou]

Let me ask Iwaizumi if he knows anything

|ʘ ‿ ʘ) ╯

  ***

7:00 PM

[Hinata Shoyo]

Yacchan where r u? Ready for dinner?

[Yachi Hitoka]

finishing up now! I’ll go get my car and pick you up at the front

[Hinata Shoyo]

Sounds good!

btw

do u happen to know why kageyama is in such a bad mood

he’s extra grumpy this evening even though he was fine in the morning

[Yachi Hitoka]

:o

i had no clue

… hope he doesn’t have a stomach ache. bbq is serious business

[Hinata Shoyo]

too right

well

i’ll head to the lobby

c u soon!

    To Be Continued...

[orangesunsets12]

Me: I'm finally focused on one fandom, which I will devote my spare time to reading and writing fics about. I have a WIP posted on AO3 that I'm going to work on, and I'm NOT getting distracted Current Fandom: *very happy and jumping in delight* Random fandom obsession from 4 years ago: *punches Current Fandom and takes its place* Guess who's back :) Me: *throws a fit but falls back in love anyways*

[fantasmafanta]

twst apocalypse au

sorry gaymers i'm twstposting again

so i started a yokohama kaidashi kikou inspired (kinda) zombie apocalypse twst au. i'm currently writing it as a fanfic but i'll probs draw a bit for it too. i say its ykk inspired bc it's more "soft apocalypse" bc i love that kind of thing. (though there is some angst/intense shit for you pain lovers out there, mostly in the first chapter but it's also gonna be sprinkled throughout)

uhhh but yeah it's from epel's perspective but i kinda have everyone in it. each dorm has their own post-apocalyptic chill spot/hobby/business. i'm not gonna talk about them all here tho as i want it to be revealed in the fic. may talk abt it later tho.

i'm having trouble with deciding on ships to put in the background. the main focus is obviously their lives during the apocalypse but for some characters i think it can be used for development and for others i just think its fun.

prolly gonna have rooktrey. however, i need help deciding who i want riddle to be with. my multishipper ass is losing my mind over having to pick one. appletart (riddle/epel) would be neat but im kinda ehhhh for this one. then there's riddle/che'nya cuz he shows up later and theres a lot of intereting childhood friends -> lovers stuff there that i can play with + riddle finally being able to enjoy his company. and then maybe riddle/ruggie bc they make me happy and also i think ruggie would do a good job of pushing riddle out of his comfort zone a bit.

considering putting idia with someone cuz they're kinda learning to cope and live their life more in this but also i love the idea of them being able to be happy by themself. but also they'll have a neat dynamic with diasomnia in this so possibly malleus or silver but irdk.

but yeah, if anyone actually took the time to read my rambling here, 1: thank you for your time, 2: pls help me decide what ships to do/dynamics to work with, 3: feel free to leave me some suggestions on what u wanna see in this au, and 4: here's the link to the actual fic. the first chapter is lowkey mid but i'm very excited for the rest of it. also my chapters are kinda long (esp chapter 2 oops) so i apologize if u dont like that. but anyway chpt 2 should come out tomorrow or sunday depending on whether i'm able to work on it while at a sleepover w a friend tomorrow :3

thx again for reading also sorry to chip moots for my bs

[orcelito]

trying to piece together the residents of this goddamned ship through the barest of hints

the man who found vash 70 years ago i think was Sensei's father(?) considering there's an old pic of

This. that hair matches the hair of the man who found vash & also the face

and it being 70 years ago & this man already looking in his 30s or so, he'd be VERY old for being Sensei.

i also 100% missed the fact that Sensei did.. die...

this being the last time we see him (i think), among the group of ppl that were turned into puppets. which i didnt really register my last read, but it absolutely would mean he was dead, bc that dude made his puppets out of corpses.

Luida just straight up not answering about Sensei's fate

and then Vash seeing Sensei's face among this dream(?) of People Who Died (which was the first time i'd realized he was maybe not alive, RIP)

so. yeah. Sensei's 100% dead. and i am so sad.

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

'he would not fucking say that' meme but its derufin and duilin

[supercantaloupe]

tagged by @malcolm-f-tucker, ty! my fic writing output comes from a varied and bizarre set of source materials...we both will just have to deal with that i guess

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

le finestre son questa - don giovanni - 1.3k - mar 2 23

Your lady had a difficult evening: you’re not sure what happened, exactly, but you helped her dress for a masquerade before she left, and she returned hours later looking more frustrated and tired than she had when she’d left.

2. (currently still untitled. sorry) - don giovanni - 3.7k - feb 28 23

He wakes to the sound of steady beeping and the vague humming of electronics and machinery. Then, bright fluorescent lights, which he squints against the moment he tries to crack his eyes open. Then, the pain.

3. e buonnotte a tutti - don giovanni - 13k - feb 11 23

“Saint Anthony’s? Really?”

“Yes, really. Punch it into the GPS already.” Giovanni sinks a little lower into the passenger seat and fumbles with his dress shirt buttons.

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The dining room is a mess, with bits of food and shattered porcelain strewn about the floor, and the faint haze of smoke hanging in the air.

6. skeleton in the closet - oklahoma! - 9.4k - may 22 22

“Beth, stay on the path. And stop swingin’ the dinner pail like that.” Clara scolds her little sister, who, from a few paces ahead, turns to give her a scowl.

7. starlight - oklahoma! - 34k - last updated may 13 22

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8. dance you all over the meadow - oklahoma! - 945 - may 7 22

“Slow down, you’ll trip.” Laurey’s grip on Curly’s arm tightens, and she feels his on her shoulder tense. “What are you in such a hurry fer?”

9. l'astuto cacciator - giulio cesare - 2k - feb 27 22

“Enough financials for now,” Cleopatra orders, waving a hand to her attendants. Papyrus records of tax and grain are swept clean from the table and swiftly replaced with platters of fresh dates, olives, and figs for the queen and her advisors. “Tell me of the Romans.”

10. awake in a lonely room - oklahoma! - 1k - oct 10 21

Old Eighty is hitched to the fence in the front yard. Her eyes are sleepy and bored. 

tagging: @tragedyposting @kingfisherkink @grasslandgirl @pearlandbrine @druid-for-hire @leporellian and @theresa-of-liechtenstein...regrettably i'm not sure who else among my mutuals writes fic at all so i may have to leave it there short of 10 ;;