#okay for starters why are you no longer interested? did they hurt you? did you try talking to them about it?

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Worst criticisms of Conflict is not Abuse are the ones that deliberately misinterpret it and claim that she’s trying to invalidate peoples feelings of getting hurt

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here's part 2 of my 50 follower special!! for people who've just joined us here, i present to you...

MY BEEFY DIE FANDOM OPINIONS MEME!! ft. an in-depth explanation of each entry

sorry for slightly off-model drawings, it was my first time drawing a lot of these guys so. bear with me LMAO

explanations under the cut!

favorite character:

okay you probably saw this one coming but. yes. the rumor come out. i enjoy yellow face immensely. and it's not just because hes a silly goober guy (even though he is that too); it's mostly because i think he fits my personal favorite character archetype of "morally dubious business guy who's at least a little bit mentally unstable" particularly well, specifically in the sense that he does it in a way that isn't the stereotypical "sophisticated mastermind bad-boy sexyman" schtick... like. he's weird. he's unapologetically weird. he's a very non-standard character design in a world of already unorthodox characters, and he manages to give off an ominous yet innocuous vibe without being too on-the-nose about it; and on top of that, the show doesn't even really take it too seriously, so it doesn't really overstay its welcome for me :) also i just think hes really cute lol

liked by everyone but me:

alright this is a really unpopular opinion.. i get why people like them, but i just. don't, personally. since x is in another entry i'm just gonna cover four here. for starters, i really don't like four's voice; it's the one "annoying" voice in the series that i just can't look past.. besides that, though, i feel like his redemption arc & sympathetic portrayal in post-split doesn't really make sense for his character? because he doesn't really seem to feel bad, and the rest of the characters just. instantly forgive him without any notion that he actually intends to improve as a person... and then he doesn't, because in tpo.t, he goes right back to hurting people the exact same way with absolutely no consequences or remorse; basically making that whole arc irrelevant. like.. something's not adding up here. either post split or tpo.t's portrayal is incorrect.

didn't like at first:

this one was kind of a tough choice for me because i don't remember ever genuinely disliking a contestant when i initially got into this show? but i can say that i did find gelatin to be kind of. annoying. and the best part is that it's for a really silly reason that, in retrospect, doesn't even make too much sense? like. okay i first got into this show in middle school, and my first ever season was b.fb, and when i first saw it i was a HUGE donut stan (part of me still is LOL); so when i saw him yelling at gelatin all the time i just sort of. inexplicably started disliking gelatin for absolutely no reason. literally that's it that's the whole reason i initially didn't like gelatin. anyways hes one of my favorite characters now and honestly i couldn't tell you why (also sorry hes. very poorly drawn in this image. it was my first time drawing a lot of these characters)

would like to know more about:

golfie!! i like her a lot; i related to her a bunch when i first watched the show (especially since my best friend at the time was basically a carbon copy of tennis ball), and i'm really intrigued by her need for constant control over everyone on any given team she's part of, and how she began her career in science/inventing! it seems interesting that more recent bfd.ia seems to make this dichotomy between her and tennis ball, suggesting that she's more skilled than he is and/or has been inventing things for longer than he has.. also ofcourse there's the whole science museum "bozo" debacle from i.dfb, which shouldn't come as a surprise in that it intrigues me just as much as everything else about her character... maybe that's why she's so obsessed with being in control? also who the hell was after her in that scene?

least favorite character

people are really not gonna like me for this, but i genuinely hate x with every fiber of my being LMAO.. while it is mostly for personal reasons, it's also because 1. much like four, i find his voice really annoying, and 2. he kind of. never really does anything. he's sort of just a plot device at best, and at worst he literally just stands there and does nothing. even when he's the host in b.fb 9, he's tragically inept and does nothing of note at all. he's barely a character without four around (he literally sits down and gives up in the last few episodes of b.fb), and it's really disappointing because he could've been an interesting character foil to four! but he just. wasn't. all he really was is a "cute uwu cinnamon roll".

like the design, dislike the character

okay this one's a little biased because i'm still mad that bomby was partially why yellow face got eliminated in bfd.ia 9, but besides that, i think a bomb character is a really good concept!! a contestant that's both useful in a practical sense and useful in terms of themselves as an individual!! ...too bad bomby is basically just 2 running jokes in a bomb-shaped trenchcoat. literally, as far as i'm concerned, the only time he's ever actually done anything is when he explodes; and besides that he's just sort of. there to fill up empty space (and also get yellow face eliminated that one time in the stupidest possible way). i get it, it's an object show, but i really would've enjoyed bomby a lot more if he had a distinct personality instead of being. well. little more than an object.

like the character, dislike the design

this one i also struggled with but i eventually settled on naily! in terms of her character, i think she's an absolute delight to watch, and she's one of the rare instances of a running joke not overstaying it's welcome and actually seeming charming and witty!! i think she's a good example of a quirky and cute yet mischievous character, which i see a lot of people attempting to do with characters of their own and missing the mark just a little bit. in short, she really does nail it in terms of characterization!! the only gripe i have though is her design.. something about how her legs are kind of. behind each other. and how her face/head is just. flat. it really doesn't sit right with me.. and i don't even really know how i would change it! it's just.. slightly offputting to me.

similar personality

ironically (due to my previous entry), i think that the character i'm most like in terms of personality is price tag!! i consider myself to be pretty expressive and upbeat (or at least, i try to be a lot of the time; if i get too stoic i tend to get sad and that kinda results in a Not Great Time™), and as you might've been able to tell by the things i do here on this blog, i'm just a bit mischievous. a little bit silly. one might even say devious. but what you don't know is that in most situations where there's a bit of a problem, i tend to try and think of the most creative but rational solution (doing so, as far as i'm aware, results in a higher chance of compromise among others)! (also, yes, i can indeed do the :3 face)

fav ship

i've been a fries/puffball enjoyer since day 1, i'm not even gonna lie here LMAO.. to be fair, i enjoy a lot of other ships very immensely, too, but something about the fact that they seem to respect each other as equals and be on the same page a lot of the time just really gets me... like. they give power couple vibes; instead of trying to gain some sort of leverage over the other or reveling in the leverage they might already have over the other, they seem to decide to be strong together and sort of. combine their strength. and yeah i know people are gonna argue "b-but c.oinpin!!" well what about the bfd.ia thing from tpo.t 2. they never actually resolved that. dont even get me started on f.ireafy (someone else made a really good post on them) or t.engolf ("gb always said it was handy to treat your friend like a tool!!!") p.uffries forever lol

least fav ship

oh this one's biased as hell because. you know how i am about yellow face. but i actually have a legitimate reason to dislike y.ellowclock besides that!! okay so i made an analysis document that i've never released here regarding yellow face as a character, and while making that document i noticed that. during tpo.t 2, when clock is bitching about winner leaving to go recover bottle, yellow face backs away, which, to me, implies that he's. kinda sick of clock's shit. he doesn't wanna deal with his and winner's drama. and then in tpo.t 3 he straight up says clock is a boring person. and yeah people cite that episode as like. y.ellowclock genesis or whatever. but then if that was true then what the hell is up with yellow face in tpo.t 10? he still doesn't seem to care about clock and winner!! honestly it just never made any sense to me..

would befriend irl

okay im gonna be honest. i really like two as a host.. i liked them from the beginning!! even when they were kinda snarky and condescending, they were a lot nicer than four, and were even willing to give up their power as a prize for a silly little contest!! and that's not even mentioning their dynamic with gaty and their sympathy towards clock in tpo.t 7.. just. they genuinely seem really generous and caring and i think they'd be really cool to hang out with and talk to... coincidentally they're also one of my favorite characters (and my favorite host as well) so that's a plus also; 10/10 would help them plan the next beefy die season

would never befriend irl

even though i love blocky with all my heart as a character, i don't think i wanna be involved in potentially lethal pranks... it would either end in him killing me or both of us going to jail forever.. or, alternatively, if i tried to go the "i can fix him" route, i'd end up paying an ungodly amount of money for his therapy bill (i doubt he'd pay with his own money, even though his show probably makes a lot of money lmao) and then just never get paid back... or, alternatively, i'd end up in the same boat as woody when he joined the blocky corporate conglomerate (at least, prior to b.fb 29.. actually i feel like i should mention that i'm talking specifically about blocky pre-split and back, he actually seems pretty okay in post-split)

...and that's it!!

it's been a wild ride (and a pretty long one too) but i really hope you enjoyed reading this, even if you have different opinions from mine! again, thank you all so much for getting me to 50 followers; i'm so grateful that all of you have decided to tune in to the nonsense words that i post every so often, and i hope you'll stick around long enough to see the next milestone special!! <3

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @anxiety-banana HEY AB ILY I'M SORRY I KNOW YOU TAGGED ME IN THIS A MONTH AGO SO THIS IS SO LATE BUT STILL

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

101,550

3. What fandoms do you write for?

right now ive been writing for the last of us but most of my fics are star wars (specifically most of them are the clone wars) and i have one six of crows fic

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

all of them are star wars fics

lean on me (but let me laugh, first)

don't fix it if it's not broken (but broken's only a point of view)

fill the hollow space with silence (and other words of comfort that aren't so comforting)

it's a process (you wouldn't understand)

it's not good grief (but it's better)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i think i get to most of them and i seriously try my best to but like i struggle with replying to even my texts irl and i have no concept of time at all (the adhd is adhd-ing unfortunately) but every single one literally makes my life

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i think either the love only lasts so long (the grief lasts longer, the guilt never leaves) or this silence hurts worse than the truth (if only you would tell it) which are quite literally the same exact situation just from different povs because i have never had an original thought in my life. it's post-mortis arc in the clone wars with anakin and ahsoka and the transparently trauma-shaped elephant in the room between them.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i honestly have no idea? so im just going to say my tlou fic statistically significant because although its bittersweet it ends with joel and ellie together and thats literally all i need to be happy at this point in my life.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, but i probably should.

(that was a joke. but like if i did its fine bc i have 3 brothers who've already found my ao3 and bullied me for it so the hater would prob need to get real creative after all that lmao.)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

no

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no i dont have the executive functioning skills necessary to plan one of those out but they sound interesting.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

guys my fics aren't that good. if someone stole it they'd just return it no worries.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no i haven't but that would be sick.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

like ab said in her post, ab, ash, and i tried but it just never came to fruition but it was a fun attempt

also my older brother and i when we were younger tried to write a percy jackson fic together.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i like found family more than romantic stuff, but if i have to choose definitely percabeth because they are the reason i have unrealistic expectations in life.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ALL OF THEM IM SO BAD AT FINISHING THEM

16. What are your writing strengths?

thats so funny lmfao

okay but self deprecation aside idk maybe like imagery or metaphors sometimes? also apparently writing emotion ig? my english teacher in high school told me i was good at the psychological aspect of understanding a character and their actions/emotions but i don't know man

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

for starters, starting. im supremely bad at starting things. i always struggle with intros/the beginning of writing pieces. and i struggle with plotting/planning things. i also am incapable of writing genuine dialogue, every conversation i write sounds so disjointed and awkward. i also tend to focus too much on the introspective aspect of characters and forget about that irrelevant little thing called a "plot."

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i made up my own language for a few star wars fics and it was so atrocious that i can't even bring myself to reread them again so i think i'll be staying away from that one for a little while.

however if i was smart or savvy enough to pull it off i would totally do it that would be sick.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

percy jackson when i was 10 years old on wattpad. my older brother and i co-wrote the fic and then i made my friend at school edit it on the computers in the library. still have yet to live that one down.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

weighted words hurt more than loaded fists (if you know how to use them) i have a soft spot for it even though it's one of my least popular fics in terms of like hits and kudos. its just a found family (shocker, i know) modern/foster care au with rex and ahsoka. i like the imagery, metaphors, and just the vibes overall.

okay leaving this open to anyone who wants to do it!!

[ohisms]

↪   𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝟒 .   (  a  collection  of  sentence  starters  originating  from  s4  of  the good place .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .  )

wow .  just  ...  wow ,  it’s  perfect .

you  know ,  let’s  keep  this  moving .

reading  lights !  i  love  reading  lights .  they  are  ...  great  for  reading .

it  wasn’t  even  as  bad  as  i  thought .

who  cares  if  he  doesn’t  remember  me ?

wait ,  i  need  to  say  something .

you  NEEDED  to  say  that ?

i  believe  that  we’re  destined  to  succeed .

with  this  team ,  there’s  no  problem  we  can’t  solve .

there’s  no  problem  we  can’t  create .

i  think  you  look  great .

i  know  this  can  be  a  little  overwhelming ,  but  you’ll  get  used  to  it .

okay ,  forget  about  all  of  that  stuff .

none  of  this  is  real .

clearly  i  was  in  some  kind  of  horrible  accident .

i’m  just  gonna  wander  around  until  i  wake  up  or  die .

[ name ] ,  look  what  my  brain  did !

it’s  not  real ,  &  neither  are  you !

i  feel  like  you’re  trying  to  get  under  my  skin .

i .  will .  destroy  you .

we  can’t  wait  any  longer .

stupid  ethical ,  reasonable  argument .

are  you  still  muttering ?

the  human  mind  is  truly  incredible .

you  don’t  need  to  justify  it .  again ,  i  do  it  all  the  time .

his  eyes  were  really  mean .

i  was  scared  [ name ]  was  trying  to  slide  into  your  DM’s .

i  don’t  like  being  scared ,  it’s  scary !

where’s  your  shirt ??

when  you  get  back  here ,  you  won’t  be  anything .

you  will  do  nothing  of  the  sort ,  mon  ami .

that  wasn’t  my  fault ,  i  was  texting .

that  is  so  embarrassing  for  you .

are  you  listening  to  me ?

guys  like  this  believe  the  world  revolve  around  them .

maybe ,  as  a  bonus  . . .  he  cries  like  a  stupid  little  baby .

hey  .  ..  hey ,  can  i  ask  you  something ?

you  have  no  control  over  your  own  impulses .

give  her  some  space .

sure .  i’m  pretty  interesting .

look ,  i’ve  had  my  share  of  disappointments .

okay ,  well .  back  to  the  drawing  board .

we  need  to  bust  him  open  like  a  pinata .

it’s  our  only  move ,  &  we’re  doing  it  tomorrow .

this  chaos  is  clearly  all  about  me .

this  is  the  universe  telling  me  we  don’t  belong  here .

walk  me  through  this ,  i’m  not  sure  i  follow .

figure  it  out  -  get  back  to  me ,  okay ?

i’m  gonna  go  punch  a  wall  with  my  head .

it’s  possible  we  need  a  new  team  leader .

think  about  what  you’re  saying ,  here .

go  ahead ,  speak  your  mind .

i  didn’t  ask  for  this !

[ name ]  can  be  in  charge ,  since  she’s  so  smart .

listen ,   all  we  need  is  a  bouncy  house ,  some  ninja  stars  &  a  bunch  of  ambulances .

did  you  get  it  all  out  of  your  system ?

you  don’t  just  get  to  quit  this ,  [ name ] .

the  things  that  are  happening  here  are  above  my  paygrade .

i’m  not  meant  for  this !   i’m  not  the  freakin’  savior  of  the  universe !

everything  i  do  blows  up  in  my  face .

this  conversation  must  remain  confidential .

[ name ] ,  um .  please  just  let  me  talk .

i  asked  you  to  give  me  some  space .

being  with  you  is  fun  but  it’s  not  always  easy .

why  don’t  we  just  take  a  break ?

you  tricky  devil !  very  clever .

why  did  i  come  up  with  this  idea ?   this  is  gonna  hurt  real  bad .

everyone  has  people  that  they’re  cosmically  bound  to .

i  thought  it  was  prudent  to  let  you  know .

oh  boy !  i’m  getting  a  stomachache .

to  be  fair ,  i  only  think  that  cause  it’s  true  &  i’m  right .

if  none  of  this  is  real ,  then  it  really  shouldn’t  matter .

what ?  none  of  this  is  real .  it  doesn’t  matter .

i  mean ,  what  do  you  have  to  lose ?

it’s  arguable  that  you  made  an  even  bigger  sacrifice .

come  on ,  bud ,  i  know  you’re  down  but  you  can’t  leave  me  hanging .

must  be  nice ,  [ name ] .

i  have  a  ton  of  experience  making  ex-boyfriend’s  lives  miserable .

judge  me  if  you  want ,  i  get  results .

i  just  feel  like  i  need  this .

you’re  allowed  to  feel  a  little  angry .

we  have  a  lot  of  work  to  do .

anyone  interested  in  a  status  report ?

you’ll  have  to  trust  me ,  this  is  a  huge  step  in  the  right  direction .

it’s  been  a  tough  couple  weeks .

your  time  begins  NOW .

sorry ,  i  was  just  trying  to  figure  out  where  to  start .

let’s  clear  our  brain  ...  watch  a  movie ?

whoever  you  are ,  show  yourself .

what  do  you  want ,  creep ?

[ name ]  i  need  to  speak  with  you  alone .

sit  there  quietly  until  we  sort  all  this  out .

[ name ] ,  you  have  to  believe  me .

i’m  gonna  make  [ name ]  think  i  don’t  trust  you .

i  like  the  way  you  think ,  [ name ] .

if  you’re  a  devil ,  how  come  you’re  not  wearing  prada ?

what  are  you  gonna  use  it  for ?

if  you  ever  wanna  talk ,  just  know  i’m  here  for  you ,  girl .

i  just  feel  like  i  made  the  world  a  little  bit  worse .

starting  over  sounds  exhausting .

we  have  to  start  over .

there’s  literally  nothing  i  can  say  that  will  make  you  realize  i’m  really  me .

i  wish  i  were  saying  this  in  difference  circumstances ,  but  ...  keep  it  sleazy .

sometimes  the  only  thing  a  bully  understands  is  a  punch  in  the  mouth .

sorry ,  i  should’ve  told  you  -  i  just  decided  to  stay  home .

so ,  what’s  my  first  clue ?

oh  no  ...  oh ,  that’s  not  good .

this  part  of  your  plan  seems  risky .

this  wasn’t  part  of  the  plan .

you  made  things  difficult  in  a  new  way ,  but  i  can  make  it  work .

i’m  just  not  a  new - experience  kind  of  guy .

my  comfort  zone  is  the  size  of  ...  that  chair .

do  you  trust  me ,  [ name ] ?

you  had  this  the  whole  time ?

you  told  me  i  should  wait ,  so  i  did .

i’m  not  scared  of  you .  because  i’ve  gone  there ,  [ name ] .

i  can’t  believe  i  almost  missed  all  this .

hey ,  you decided  to  come  after  all !

you  got  through  it .  i  almost  ruined  it  a  hundred  times .

when  i  said  ‘ throw  a  party ’  i  didn’t  mean  a  pity  party !

i’ve  had  to  scrape  &  claw  my  way  through  life .

you  never  learned  to  think  on  your  feet !

i  want  to  learn  how  to  do  something  meaningful .

that  must’ve  been  hard  for  you  ...  to  go  back  there .

i  don’t  like  to  think  about  who  i  used  to  be .

almost  everything  i  do  i  do  without  thinking  or  worrying  what  will  happen .

let’s  dance ,  baby .

ugh !  can  you  just  skip  to  the  end ?

just  tell  me  how  they  screwed  up ,  &  put  me  out  of  my  misery .

this  feels  like  some  sort  of  goodbye .

how  was  that ?  did  i  cheer  everyone  up ?

face it ,  [ name ] ,  you  lost .

people  improve  when  they  get  external  love  &  support .

you’ve  already  given  me  so  much .

earth  is  cancelled .

it’s  not  two  of  us ,  it’s  all  of  us .

step  one ,  get  a  plan  ...  step  two ,  do  the  plan .

if  we’re  gonna  pull  this  off ,  we  need  [ name ]  back .

you  think  that’ll  go  well ?

everything  always  has  to  be  your  way !

how  dare  you  bring  that  up  again ?

every  problem  has  an  answer .

not  that  old  story ,  it’s  so  embarrassing -

we  have  to  break  up .

why  are  we  together ?

where  i’m  from ,  most  things  blow  up  eventually .

by  the  way ,  i  wasn’t  cheating  before  ...  or  eavesdropping  just  now .

this  has  been  fun ,  as  always .

there’s  a  real  possibility  that  i’m  in  love  with  you .

if  soulmates  do  exist ,  they’re  found .  not  made .

turns  out  life  isn’t  a  puzzle  that  can  just  be  solved  one  time  &  it’s  done .

can  you  give  me  a  second ?

i  don’t  know  if  i’ll  see  you  again ,  or  ...  what  i’ll  remember  if  i  do .

the  words  are  nice ,  but  the  tone  is  scary ?

i  know  you .  &  i  love  you .

eventually  we’re  gonna  be  together  forever .

it’s  better  we  just  rip  the  band-aid  off .

forgive  me  if  i’m  a  little  skeptical .

i  had  a  lot  of  time  to  think .

if  things  are  going  to  change ,  i  have  to  change  along  with  them .

i’m  an  artist ,  which  means  ...  it’s  my  job  to  be  scared .

oh  no ,  i  knew  it .  you  hate  me  now .

you  essentially  had  to  raise  yourself .

okay ,  so  ...  you  still  love  me ?

yeah ,  we’re  very  different ,  but  we  already  knew  that !

there’s  no  one  else  i  wanna  be  with .

what  do  you  want  from  me ?!

i  know  you’re  upset ,  you  have  a  tell .

i  don’t  see  any  version  of  eternity  where  you  don’t  get  bored  of  me .

this  is  not  working ,  you’re  bad  at  this .

wow ,  same  old  [ name ] .

first  of  all ,  you  know  what  ...  uh ,  shut  up !

honestly ,  [ name ] ,  i  don’t  know  what’s  to  become  of  you .

i’m  sorry  i  said  that ,  before .

she  knows  you  &  loves  you ,  &  that’s  all  that  matters .

against  all  odds ,  i  know  what  you  mean .

i’m  sorry  that  i  kicked  you  out .

it  wasn’t  about  you .

i’m  not  gonna  let  myself  be  degraded  by  you  again .

i  took  you  for  granted ,  &  that  was  wrong .

i  can’t  have  any  of  your  dingleberry  stink  on  me .

so ,  uh .  i  was  being  stupid .

i  thought  i  got  rid  of  you .

my ,  my ,  my  ...  we’ve  got  some  history ,  don’t  we ?

it’s  real  this  time ,  i  promise .

might  as  well  do  some  traveling .

[ name ] ,  i  have  been  training  for  this  day  my  entire  life .

what  time  is  it ?

i  made  dinner !

real  talk ,  it  didn’t  go  great .

i  could  never  forget  you .

remembering  moments  with  you  is  the  same  as  living  with  them .

can  you  just  remember  the  happy  times  &  forget  the  bad  stuff ?

you  are  my  role  model .

you  have  a  rockin’  bod .

don’t  sell  yourself  short ,  [ name ] .

[ name ] ,  i’m  gonna  miss  you .

i  don’t  want  to  leave  you ,  but  i’m  ...  ready  to  leave .

i  was  alone  my  whole  life .  i  told  myself  i  liked  it  that  way ,  but  i  don’t .

i  like  being  with  you .

meet  you  at  the  restaurant ?

i  owe  it  to  you  to  let  you  go .

i  was  never  good  at   being  sad .

none  of  this  is  bad .

i  need  you  to  do  me  one  last  favor .

say  goodbye  to  me  now ,  &  leave  before  i  wake  up .

your  system’s  working  perfectly .

thank  you  so  much ,  [ name ] .

care  to  join  me  for  a  bit ?

the  true  joy  is  in  the  mystery .

do  you  mind  if  i  stay  here  until  you’re  gone ?

[thebluewritingbench]

if you’re still taking prompts, can you do happiness #1?

Before we launch into 6b next week, here's a small fantasy of a scene that I wish the cw would give us. Happiness #1 from this prompt list again.

“I’ve loved you since the day we met.”

“Alex calls it The Honesty Policy.”

Lena takes the mug of hot chocolate Kara offers, cradling it between her hands. “The Honesty Policy?” she asks, as Kara sits down on the couch beside her.

“I imagine Kelly probably fed it to her,” Kara says. “But she was helping me try to figure out how we could get ourselves… well, back to normal, after everything, and she was really insistent that this one was worth a try.”

“What is it?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. No more secrets,” Kara says, tapping her own collarbone, then fixing her gaze pointedly on Lena. “No more lying. We tell each other things. We’re honest. We trust each other with our secrets.”

Lena nods, looking down into her mug of hot chocolate. The dim lights of Kara’s loft glow orange across her cheekbones, and in the silence, the sounds of late-night passing cars rumble up from the street below. It’s the first time they’ve really spent time truly alone together since… well everything.

There’s still a lot of awkwardness between them; turns out secrets and betrayal and double-crossing—and the fact that forgiveness was barely hatching between them when Kara was banished to the phantom zone—will do that to a friendship. There was the initial hug, of course, after Kara was rescued, when Lena wrapped her arms around Kara and buried her face in Kara’s neck and held her so tightly that Kara was certain she’d never let go, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her whole body quivering. It was somewhat surreal, the warm shock of having Lena in her arms after so many months, her hair against Kara’s cheek, the muted scent of her shampoo. They’d sank to the floor, still holding each as the ship creaked around them, and stayed there for god knows how long in each other arms.

But since then, since that initial wordless embrace that felt as much like coming home as anything, they haven’t known what to say to each other. They work together easily enough, the animosity between Supergirl and Lena finally gone, but it’s more difficult when they’re just Kara and Lena. They’ve forgiven each other, Kara thinks. Or at least agreed to forgive each other, even if there’s still work to be done. But it’s weird. It’s not like they can snap straight back into how things were before.

Hence The Honesty Policy.

“Okay,” Lena says finally. “Yes. No more secrets. A clean start.”

A clean start. It’s what they need, after an entire friendship where one or the other of them has been hiding things. For the first time, everything between them will be out in the open. Nothing left to hide.

It’s oddly freeing.

Kara takes a sip of her hot chocolate. “So, where do we start?”

“Start?”

“I think we should have just an honest conversation. I don’t want this to be awkward anymore, I want to be able to talk to you like we used to. So, in the interest of honesty, tell me something you’ve never told me before. It doesn’t have to be big—” she adds hurriedly, when Lena’s eyes widen in alarm. “Something small. Something tiny you’ve never had reason to tell me.”

Lena nods slowly, thinking. “In the interest of honesty…” she starts. “In the interest of honesty, I… I really think that those bangs were a mistake.”

Kara makes a noise of offended disbelief in the back of her throat. “I—Rude!”

“You said to be honest!” Lena says, biting her lip like she’s holding back a laugh. “They’re growing out now, anyways. It looks much better.”

Kara gives her bangs a self-conscious pat. They’re still at a slightly awkward length, but they’re long enough to blend in semi-decently with the rest of her hair now. “If we’re being honest, then,” she says. “I think that blouse is really ugly.”

Lena looks down at herself. She sounds slightly hurt when she says, “What’s wrong with it?”

“Everything! It’s—the pattern! The sleeves! The collar! It looks like it’s made of cheap polyester.”

“It’s designer!” Lena pouts.

“Who designed it?”

“Well, I thought that blazer you wore last week was kind of hideous. I didn’t say anything at the time, but in the interest of honesty…”

Kara laughs, and Lena’s irritated expression melts away at her laughter, something in her eyes softening. It’s an expression Kara’s been seeing on her more often, in moments she catches Lena watching her when she thinks Kara isn’t paying attention.

She’s always paying attention to Lena.

“Maybe we should just agree to say that we both have questionable fashion taste sometimes and call it a day,” she says, downing the rest of her hot chocolate and placing the mug on the table.

Lena takes a dainty sip of her own still mostly filled mug. “Fine.”

There’s a long pause, and Kara taps her fingers on her pant leg and tries to think of a new conversation starter. She finally settles on. “In the interest of honesty… how are you holding up?”

Lena shrugs. “I’m okay, I suppose. I’m anxious about Lex—I know it’s only a matter of time before he’s back on our heels. Mostly, I’m just glad to have you back.” She looks over her mug at Kara. “I think that’s more a question I should be asking you, though.”

The look of intense concern in Lena’s eyes makes her feel hot, and Kara squirms slightly, pulling her collar away from her neck with a finger. She wants to say I’m fine, but honesty is the whole point of this exercise. “I’m… still not great. Being back there it… brought up a lot. Brought back a lot. I’m still having a really hard time with it all. It’s—it’s hard to talk about.”

“We don’t have to talk about it right now.”

“I want to talk about with you at some point. I just… don’t want it to ruin every conversation I have, you know? I want some things to be normal, still. I want to pretend things can be normal.”

“That makes sense,” Lena nods. She looks small when she says, “In the—in the interest of honesty, are you still mad?”

“At you?” Lena nods again, and Kara sighs, looking away. “It’s complicated, I guess. A little, maybe? I meant it when I said I forgave you, but there’s still part of me that’s a little angry. You did a lot of things that were… really bad, Lena.”

“I know.”

“Are you still mad at me?” Kara asks, and Lena’s shaking her head before she even finishes the question.

“No. No, I’m done being mad at you. I get it. I get why you hid your identity, and I wish you’d told me sooner, but I’m not angry anymore. I don’t have enough energy to be angry anymore. I’m happier if I don’t hate you.”

“Well, I’m glad for that.”

“I would have done anything to get you back, you know,” Lena says in a rush, words spilling out like she can’t stop them. “You say I did bad things before, but I would have watched the world burn if it meant I could have brought you back.” She looks down at her lap. “Who knows what I would have done if Alex hadn’t been there to stop me.”

“Lena.” Kara reaches over to take her hand. “You know I can’t possibly be mad at you for that.”

“No?”

“Of course not.”

“Okay,” Lena whispers. Kara watches her swirl around the dregs of her hot chocolate and takes a deep breath.

There’s still one more secret between them. One more secret that has the potential to ruin their friendship. Kara thinks they’re both aware of it, on some level. Aware of the way the weight of it shifts their every interaction. The others are aware of it too, have maybe known longer than Kara has. Alex certainly has. It was she who looked Kara in the eye when they were discussing this whole honestly policy and said, “You have to tell her this. You know you do.”

She can’t risk another secret in their relationship.

“Um, in the interest of honesty,” she starts, and finds she can’t quite meet Lena’s eyes. “I have to tell you—in all honesty, I would probably just keep it a secret, if I could, but I don’t think we should do secrets anymore, so I just need to tell you that I, um, have feelings for you.”

Lena straightens. “Feelings?” she says, her voice cautious.

Kara closes her eyes. Takes a breath. Steadies herself. Opens them again. “I’m in love with you,” she says. “Um, nothing has to change if you don’t want it to, but I need… I need you to know.”

“Oh,” breathes Lena. She opens her mouth, and it seem to take several moments for the words to catch up with her. “Well, in—in the interest of honesty, Kara, I’ve—I’ve been in love with you for years.” She gives a wry little half smile. “If we’re being honest.”

“What? You have?”

“Darling,” says Lena. “I’ve loved you since the day we met.”

“The day we met?”

“Why do you think it hurt me so badly when I found out who you were? Why do you think I was so deep in denial about it that I never figured it out myself? Do you really think you were that good at hiding it?”

“I mean, I thought—”

“The disguise. The hair. The glasses.” She puts down her mug, then reaches over and gently tugs the glasses from Kara’s face, folding the arms in and placing them on the table. She brushes a strand of hair behind Kara’s ear. “You mentioned Supergirl far too much as Kara and Kara far too much as Supergirl and one time you told me you flew to my office on a bus.”

“That’s—yeah, that’s fair, actually.”

“You’re in love with me? Honestly?” whispers Lena.

“I am. I really, truly am. Why do you think I refused to give up on you when everyone else was ready to?”

“I thought that just how you are. You don’t give up on anyone.”

“I try not to. But you, I could never bear to, even when it seemed like the only logical option to everyone else. Why do you think I waited so long to tell you in the first place? I was so scared to ruin things between us.”

“Why do you think I bought you an entire media empire?” Lena murmurs, and she’s so close, hand fisted in the collar of Kara’s shirt.

Kara giggles. “Why do you think I flew all over Europe to get you lunch?”

Lena laughs, and it’s such a relief to hear her laughter again, to let the conversation flow between them. There’s a bud of hope for the future that’s been sitting in Kara’s chest for years now, and under Lena’s adoring gaze, it starts to open.

“In all honesty,” Kara says, “I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

Lena slips a hand into her hair, runs her thumb over Kara’s cheekbone. “In all honesty?” She leans in, pressing their foreheads together. “I’d like that.”

[opalsdarkreadings]

✰𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙎/𝙊. 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙪𝙨: 𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣✰

Pairing: Gojo, Yuji, Fushiguro, Nobara, Sukuna x gender neutral reader

Warning: angst, depression themes, mentions of blood

Notes: I love the smell of saddens and crying in the morining, great starter of the days. lol I hope you all enjoy, there’ll be some grammical errors so please just ignore and I’ll try to fix them when I spot them. And I’m addicted to this series and characters so I’ll be releasing a bunch of others stuff regarding this show soon.

✵𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂✵

You were going to get up, you always did. The two inseparable prankster would be back at it agian like always. Like old times. You....you were fine

But the pit of his stomach twist and churn, his heart aching with a new found sense of despair. He knew, so why didn’t he just accepted it.

NO! You were going to get up, you just liked to joke around that’s all. So why did he feel a surge of rage so deep, so painful that ach his very core. Even destroying the special grade left nothing but dissatisfaction.

For the first time in his life he felt... hesitant.

Your body unmoving from the blow dealt by the curse demon. The curse being dealt with in seconds afterwards. The stillness felt eery, his heart pounding against his chest as he makes his way to you unmoving body

He crouch and pulled the slik blind off his face, beautiful bright blue eyes scanning over you body. Sadness being reflected in them but he kept that signiature smile of his

“S/o...can you still move?” He asked hoping, silently praying you could at least answer him.

...nothing.

“Cutie-chan~ quit playing around...get up so we can go home....” the weak laugh that left his lips felt more like whimper, as you continue to not answer him.

He doesn’t even know why he’s trying, he should be use to it. He’s lost thousands of friends in battle, time and time agian. One of his students wouldn’t come back, a coworker that didn’t make it, a close friends that died tragically. He’s heard it all.

So why did it hurt so much?...

Droplets fell over you color ridden cheek, you body being lifted into a broad chest. As Satoru buried his face into the crook of your neck, that awful perfume he hate infiltrating his nose, a choked laught left him.

“God I hate that perfum..”

That smile of yours as bright as the evening star, flooded his mind, your words ringing out as he cradled your dead body.

“I know you do, but you still love me~.”

✵𝘆𝘂𝗷𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶✵

That face, you always made that face whenever you did something stupid. Honestly, he couldn’t talk much, seeing on half the crap he’s done was on impulse, however...god you were an idiot.

You Could’ve lived, left him there on the cool slab of the concrete, the beast that was too far over their heads coming his way. He could’ve handled it, Sukuna was a stubborn bastard, but wouldn’t let him die.

You were and utter fool and he cursed about it to this day.

But it all felt like slow motion, the pounding of your footsteps hitting against the ground, his weak shouts trying to get you to go back. The drop in his stomach as that sickening crack echoed out the domain.

There was so much blood, the walls were splattered with it, the floor painted a sea of red, your body nothing more than crushed remembrance of what it used to be.

He’s never felt such a feeling of rage so strong before. All his actions a blur until late on. When he’s bound by a cursed rope and set aside near the school where the cursed demon was located.

A stretcher hauling, what’s once was your body. Your hand peeking out from under the blood covers. That’s all it took for him to lose it.

The rope keeping his struggling body from moving as he sobbed hysterically.

“S/O! S/O! Answer me please..please! Why would you do that?! You’re such an idiot damnit, don’t you dare leave me...you promised.” He fell over the harsh ground, tears cascading down from his cheek to the floor.

Fushiguro and Nobara gazes lowered to the ground. Effectively trying to hold back their friend as your body was carried off.

His sobs turning into quiet whimpers. It dawned on him, he’s was official alone now. You and his Grampa being taken from him unfairly. He had no one, you would never smiles at him agian

Slap his head whenever he got a little to handsy or tease Him relentless when he slipped up and blurtted out random things

Your sweet laugh would be distance memory of the past, something that made his heart squeeze with hurt.

“That’s no fair...it’s not fair.” He mumbles soflty to himself

Sukuna for once, was eerily silent.

✵𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶✵

He still couldn’t believe it. It all happened so quickly. One minute you two were sharing a passionate night, basking under the moonlight as you kiss and bodies dance together.

And the next, he’s cradling your bleeding body, words stuck in his throat and horror swirling on his eyes. Trembling hands trying to stop the blood from gushing out from your neck.

The bastard had got away but he could care less. “S-s/o..just...just stay awake for me okay...c-can you do that for me?” His words trembled off his lips, your eyes shifting over to his. The dullness setting in.

Weakly, your fingers brush over his cheek, his hands reaching up and taking hold of them as he kiss over the knuckle. “You’re....you’re gonna be okay! I promise the others are coming.” He hadn’t realized it but tears had already started falling from his eyes.

He was lying out his ass, the culprit behind this, another cursed user, has been terrorizing this part of town for months now. They weren’t letting him getaway, so you’re mostly his responsibility till the aftermath. He knew you didn’t have that long.

He went to move you but you grunt in pain, more blood pooling out from the wound. He cursed and held you on the bloodstained ground.

“I’m sorry...I-I’m so sorry..” he mumbles into your neck, uncaring if his face was stained with blood as his quiet sobs racked his body.

With as much strength you could muster, you raised your hand to be lazily placed over his head and stroked it over it like you always did.

“I...I l-love you..” you whispered to him, your body becoming slack and your hand falling to your side.

He didn’t need to check, he didn’t need to see whatever expression your face was making to know that you were gone. His grip over your lifeless body tightens, his cries reaching into screams.

This felt all too familiar to him.

He wanted to blame you for breaking his defense, to inching so close to his heart. For making him so happy and attached, but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy the moments that came with it.

The memories that’ll forever stay replaying like a broken record in his mind. This is why he didn’t try to make friends, he didn’t try to get close, he hated that he loved you so much.

✵𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗞𝘂𝗴𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶✵

Maybe she was too mean to you, not caring enough, She mishandled you to many times, to many fights and arguments over tedious things that should have been left as it was.

Was this her punishment? She allowed for such actions to boil and fester, and now what? A dumb argument over a stupid past that no longer connected to you and the exchange was your life. 

Even though you said you sorry’s, I love you’s, there was still tension before you both part. Nobara saving to say all those mushy things she felt for when you were back in her arms

Oh, the deep regret she felt.

The way her teammates came back quieter than usual and more seemly more sluggish then earlier

“What are you idiots standing like that for, that cursed demon shake you that bad. Hmph, simple enough what would you guys be with me?” She teased her sly smile spreading over her lips before it falter

They didn’t even try to agrue much less protest, they just seem distraught, stunned even. Then I dawned on her, they were missing someone...they were missing you.

“Where’s...where’s s/o?” She asked them soflty. A look of guilt overcame Yuji's features as he fished for something out of his pocket.

Confusion ran across Nobara face before it morphed into horror. A single scrap of a school uniform being held out in his hand.

“We...we couldn’t get their body..” Megumi finished his gaze meeting her’s before falling back to his feet. Fist clenched tightly to his side.

She barely heard anything after that, her eyes fixated on the single scrap of clothing. She inched to Yuji taking it and stroking her thumb over the material.

She bites her bottom lip, this was fates cruels joke. She didn’t deserve you from the beginning, it seems like everywhere she went someone had to leave her.

But why did it have to be violent? Why you out of all people. Maybe she should have told her how much you meant to her.

How much of a rock and pillars you were in this crazy life of hers. A beam of reassurance and love that she could always depend on whenever she needed you.

How does she continue now, that beams were gone, taken from her so harshly. The only things she could cling so desperately to have been the last thing she saw you in.

What a cruel world she lived in.

✵𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚✵

There was always some form of a catch when it came to huamsn. No relationship or friendship was formed without a common goal or another interest being taken into play.

The sweet smiles, honey-coated words, and gentle touches were always a facade...wasn’t it?

He could care less about what happened to you, what became of you. After all humans are dirty devilish creatures so even more so then cursed beast.

But he didn’t understand... he didn’t understand why he felt such strong stings of anger, sadness, and a bit of shock bubble in him as you push him out the way.

Did you place some sort of technique over him, that made the king of curses catch such disease as emotions? Laced your words and touches with magic that only you could see and undo....no that’s not it.

Possible it was this damn vessel's fault. Always hanging off your words and embraces like a lovesick fool. Opting to distract himself with your praise and love then rather focus on what’s important at hand.

though denying that he didn't enjoy your persevere, from time to time would make the ping of guilt worsen.

Your body hit the floor with a loud thud, the gaping hole through your chest made the anger and feelings of anguish flow in him.

He didn’t even notice when he had taken over Yuji's body, destroying the very thing that took you away from him. The slaughter more animalistic and erratic as his state of sanity seems to be blown out the window.

He cares not for the look of horror and fear that clouded Yuji's teammate's face. Not concerning much of his attention to them, he came over, plucked your dead body from the ground, and disappear.

Appearing back to that place you talked with Yuji so dearly about..what was it again. He couldn’t recall the name, only knowing about the large wisteria trees that guard the scenery. 

“Dumb human...surely foolish beings you are.” He mumbles you head was press into his chest as he looked out from the Cliffs view.

“Look what you have done, making me feeling things for you..” his voice soft as he pushed back small strands from your face. Yuji memories of this morning playing back

“You two better make it out of here alive or I’m kicking both of your butts.” You proclaimed earning a whine from Yuji and scoff from Sukuna as he appeared on the other’s cheek. “Dare I ask how you’ll be able to deafest me, don’t bite more than what you can chew.” He threatens but only succeeded in making you laugh, “Mhm..yeah you’re right I’m just worried about my two favorite boys.” You had told them, leaning in and kissing a flustered Yuji, “I love you both so be safe.” Okay and no stupid actions.” You scolded Yuji plucking the boy's head.

A weak laugh fell off from his lips, “Looks who’s talking, you’re the one that’s gone and died on us..” he spoke aloud. Moving to crouch by the tree and sit your body against the bark.

He let one finger trail over your lips and down your features letting them be engraved in his memory as he gazes down at you.

That disease having still affecting him, even as you lay dead in front of him. These feeling of sadness and heart ach and most of all loneliness suffocating and clawing at his throat

He dare not shed a tear, Yuji would do enough of that for the both of them. Instead, he let his hand gently cup over your cold and colorless cheek. The warmth he remembers oh so clearly, know felt like something that occurs ages ago.

He leans his forehead against yours and shutting his eyes, and allowing Yuji to take control.

You’d never heard him say, though he wished you are hear so he could that dazzling smile as he did

“I love you... S/o.”

[mammonprotectionsquad]

“You can ask me as much as you want, I’ll say I love you each time” with Levi perhaps? - Levi anon : D

Levi anon, hi! It's so good to see you again! I hope you're doing well? :D

Btw, I uh... This maybe turned into a bit of hurt/comfort. It was just too perfect xD

If anyone else would like to send a prompt as well, here's the Soft Sentence Starters list 😊

"I'll say I love you each time."

Leviathan x GN!Reader

Leviathan knew you didn't owe him anything. That you were free to spend as much time with his brothers as you wanted. Even if he would've preferred for you to spend majority, if not all, of the day with him.

But he understood. All of them were more interesting. Had better interests than him. The guy who holed himself up to game and watch animes all day long. Obsessing over fictional characters.

He wasn't as intelligent as Satan. Not as good looking and outgoing as Mammon or Asmo. Not as strong as Lucifer or Beel... Was there even anything positive about him? The more he thought about it, the more his mood dropped.

And to top it all off, he couldn't even tell you how he felt without spluttering like some idiot.

Yes, you'd told him that you loved him a few times, though there was no telling if you really meant it. The insecure part of him convinced that you only did it because you felt bad for him. The thought alone managed to make his heart ache.

"Levi? Is everything okay?", your gentle voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "You've been kind of absent for a while now."

Letting out a sigh, he paused the game, though kept the controller in his hands for now to have something to hold on to.

"You know you don't have to spend time with me out of pity, right? I get when you like one of my brothers more. I wouldn't want to be with me either. After all I'm nothing but a yucky-"

He got cut off when you suddenly cupped his cheeks in your hands, squeezing ever so slightly and squishing them lightly in the process.

"Stop right there!", you said firmly and leaned in so closely that your noses nearly touched. The entire thing making him blush furiously and all he was really able to do was stare at you, eyes big and round.

"You're not yucky and I'm not here out of pity. I'm here because I want to spend time with you. Not Lucifer, not Asmo, not Belphie. You."

"B-but why?", he managed to get out, his heart beating so hard and fast in his chest, it felt like it was ready to jump right out. And the way you suddenly smiled at him, so lovingly and full of adoration, didn't make it any better. If anything, it made him feel like he was about to faint.

"You can ask me as much as you want, I’ll say I love you each time."

You reached out to brush his bangs out of his eyes, with him instinctively leaning into the touch.

"And before you ask more "why" questions... I love you for exactly who you are. I love how passionate you get about the things you like. You always recommend the best animes, mangas and games. But you also know so much outside of that bubble. You're smart, funny, talented... I can go on for hours!", you added chuckling. The sound alone enough to tickle a small smile out of him.

"You're such a normie", he muttered eventually. A feeble attempt to try and keep at least some of his dignity.

You simply beamed at him, finally letting go of his cheeks. Though the way you climbed into his lap instead to snuggle close didn't help him to calm down again. Still he somehow managed to wrap his arms around you.

"Maybe, but I'm your normie~"

"... S-say that again? Please?", his voice was barely above a whisper.

"I'm your normie. Because I love you."

Levi really didn't know what came over him or where he got the courage from, but he suddenly leaned in to press a kiss to your lips without stuttering excuses afterwards. The way you smiled against his lips making him brave enough to lean in for one more after that, insecurities slowly lessening the longer you were that close to him. Your words on repeat in his head; You were his...

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My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #51-60

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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51) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“I wonder where raspberries are the worst for you?”

Deku whimpered, squirming under Shinsou’s hold but not enough for it to really be considered trying to get away. “I-I don’t know…” he admitted, flushing bright pink. “Why don’t you find out?”

Shinsou chuckled lowly. “With pleasure.”

He raspberried Deku’s ribs, his sides, his belly, even his hips. All of it made the poor boy scream and laugh and plead, though it was obvious he was having just as much fun as his boyfriend was.

His screaming turned to shrieking, however, when Shinsou switched from raspberries to nibbles along his hips and waistline. Deku bucked and thrashed, laughter bursting from him before he even realized it himself. He barely had enough breath to beg for mercy. “NONONO!! NOHOHOHOT – NOT THAHAHAHAHA – SHIHIHIHIHINSOHOHAHAHAHA!!”

“Hmm, nibbles really tickle, huh?” Shinsou teased, but he let up and allowed Deku to breathe. “I want to try one more spot. Okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” Deku giggled, unable to take his eyes from Shinsou’s. “Go for it.”

Shinsou leaned down to nuzzle under his ear, then pressed his lips to his neck and blew another raspberry.

“EEEEK!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Deku laughed, bucking his hips again, digging his heels into the bedsheets. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Oh, I see~” Shinsou teased into his ear. “So that’s where raspberries really get to you, huh?”

“Sh-Shinsou,” Deku said breathlessly, lungs gasping for breath. “Toshi, please…”

Shinsou tightened his grip on Deku’s arms. “Just one more. But don’t worry – I’ll make it count.”

*

52) Lee Bakugou, Lers Kirishima and Uraraka

“You know, you’re a lot cuter than you realize.”

The words were spoken so casually, it threw Bakugou entirely off his game. He blinked. “What?”

Kiri and Uraraka exchanged smiles, turning their loving gazes back down to their boyfriend, who lay on the bed with his arms pinned above his head. He’d been bracing himself for something a little – well, rough – but now they were telling him he was cute? Bakugou was beyond unprepared for that.

“She’s right,” Kiri agreed, nodding, using a single finger to trace down his exposed frame from his underarm to his hip. “I certainly think you’ve got a cute belly.” That finger started tracing circles around his belly button. “Don’t you agree, Ochaco?”

“Definitely.” Uraraka beamed when Bakugou started letting out little huffs of air, squirming beneath them both. “But you know, his laugh is the cutest~”

“No,” Bakugou pleaded, smiling wide despite himself. “Plehehease, don’t…”

Kiri dipped his finger into the blonde’s belly button. “Aw, but you love it, Katsuki~”

“Nohohohohoho!”

“Yes, you do~” Uraraka teased, leaning down to kiss his neck and ears, making him flush a dark red at the double dose of tickly, teasy attention. He’d never admit it, but it made him incredibly flustered and he could never get enough of it. “You love it when we tickle you and tease you, baby~”

“Dohohohohon’t call me thahahat.” He tried to snap at her, but it came out as more of a pleading whine, and her return smirk nearly melted him right then and there. “Plehehehease…”

“Oh, Kiri,” Uraraka hummed, looking at the redhead with a sweet smile. “I think he wants tickles, don’t you?”

Bakugou flushed even deeper.

“I think so, too.” Kiri beamed, leaving the blonde’s belly button to scratch at his ribs. “Do you think we should indulge him?”

Bakugou squirmed beneath them both, already giggling quietly. “Guys…”

Uraraka joined in, tickling his ribs on the other side, and their boyfriend finally gave up the fight and let out a string of happy laughter, showing his teeth in a bright smile. “Yes. Let’s indulge our adorable little blasty boy~”

*

53) Lee Amajiki, Ler Mirio

“Laugh for me! I know you have it in you~” Mirio teased, easily pinning Amajiki’s arms above his head and digging a single finger into the boy’s side.

Amajiki was smiling so wide it almost hurt, but he wasn’t laughing – yet. Despite himself he was desperately trying to remain in control for as long as possible. He knew his blonde friend would break him eventually, and when he did, he’d be happy to crumble. But the fight was part of the fun of surrender, so he clamped his mouth shut and shook his head defiantly.

Mirio sighed playfully. “Don’t make me make it worse.”

Amajiki whimpered, but internally he was cheering. Yes, yes, make it worse! Make me laugh!

“All right, you asked for it.” The blonde straddled his knees and dug his thumb into the meat of his friend’s thigh, and that was it. The dam burst.

Amajiki laughed.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” He shrieked, letting himself give in at last, squealing and squirming and laughing to his heart’s content. All the while Mirio grinned down at him, still pinning him in place, forcing him to take it. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MIHIHIHIRIO!!”

“Yes?~” Mirio hummed, letting his arms go to tickle both thighs at once, laughing with him when he screamed with hysterics. “Feeling better now?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Should I keep going?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Mirio beamed. He loved that he was able to make his friend so happy with something so simple. Not to mention, it was good to hear Amajiki let loose and laugh for once. “Then you don’t have to tell me twice!”

*

54) Lee Deku, Lers Bakugou and Shinsou

“Oh yeah? I bet I know how to tickle him better than you do.”

Shinsou snapped his eyes to Bakugou, glaring at him. “I dare you to say that again.”

“Please. I’ve known that nerd since childhood. You’ve been dating for what – six months? Give me a break. I can make him laugh harder, mark my words.”

“It’s not about making him laugh hard, it’s about making him desperate for it to stop. Light tickles are effective in that regard, too.”

“Uh…g-guys?” Deku stammered, looking between them nervously. “You’re both good at tickling me…”

“There’s only one way to settle this,” Bakugou growled.

Shinsou nodded. “I agree.”

Suddenly Deku was pinned on his back on the floor, his childhood best friend at his right and his current boyfriend on his left. Both of them wore matching menacing, challenging smirks.

“May the best man win,” Shinsou said.

“I intend to,” Bakugou retorted.

Then both of them were tickling Deku – four hands of twenty fingers drilling all over from his underarms to his sides, hips, knees, and everywhere else they could reach, drawing giggle after squeal after loud, screaming plea from him as he squirmed and thrashed but went absolutely nowhere.

At first it was a total blast, having both of them tickle him together. But even he had his limits, and within a few minutes his pleading became genuine.

“STAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE ANY MOHOHOHOHOHORE!!”

“Who’s better?” Bakugou demanded.

“BOHOHOHOHOHOTH OF YOU!!”

“That’s not good enough,” Shinsou replied, smiling. Truly, he didn’t care if Bakugou was better than him. If anything, it motivated him to find all the little ways to make Deku completely helpless to his tickling in the future. “Pick one.”

Deku laughed and laughed and laughed, but he knew he couldn’t make a choice. Either way he’d hurt someone’s feelings – or even make them angry – and that was the last thing he wanted. So it looked like he was going to have to hold out a while longer…

*

55) Lee Deku, Ler Todoroki

“Oh, yeah, raspberries are a killer right here, huh?” Todoroki murmured, blowing another one on Deku’s hip bone, making his poor boyfriend screech with laughter. “Hmm~ Tickle, tickle, Izuku~”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Deku cried, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. He tugged on his restraints – a pair of ice shackles Todoroki had attached to the headboard of his bed – and watched helplessly as Todoroki flashed him a wicked smile and then did it again, flat-out ignoring his begging. “SHOHOHOHOHOHOTO!!”

Todoroki finally sat up, gently tracing his fingers along Deku’s sides. “All right, I’ll give you a short break. But just a short one. You doing okay?”

Deku nodded, giggling, grateful for the respite. He’d been more than willing to allow Todoroki to explore his interest in tickling this way, since it made him so happy and Deku didn’t mind being tickled. But it was still nice to actually be able to breathe now and then. “Y-You’re…you’re ruthless,” he stammered, blushing. “You like it a lot, don’t you?”

“Tickling you into screaming my name like that?” Todoroki smiled, digging a finger into his belly button. “Heck yeah.”

“Ehehehehehehehe!” Deku squirmed, tugging on his restraints again, both impressed and intimidated by how strong they were. For all of his thrashing, they hadn’t even shown signs of wearing down or melting at all. It was amazing, really. “Shohohohoto!”

“Thanks for letting me do this,” Todoroki murmured, his voice more sincere now. “I really love getting you riled up like this. But if you need me to stop for real, use the safe word, okay? I don’t want to go too far.”

Deku smiled at him, touched. “I will. But don’t worry – I can take a little more. So, Shoto, is that all you got? You can make me laugh harder than that, can’t you?”

The fire in Todoroki’s eyes blazed to life, and his return smile was everything to Deku. “Oh, I’m sure I can find new and creative ways to break you down.”

*

56) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“Let’s play a game,” Shinsou said. “One of us pretends to be an animal. The other has to guess what kind of animal they are.”

Deku smiled at the silliness of it, but nodded anyway. “Sure. You go first, since it’s your idea.”

Shinsou got on his hands and knees and barked.

Deku laughed. “A dog. That was easy!”

“Your turn.” Shinsou smiled. Deku did the same thing, but meowed instead. “A cat. All right, wise guy, let’s see if you can guess this next one.” He straightened but stayed on his knees, bringing his arms up to form “claws” and growling low in his throat.

Deku smirked. “A bear.” But Shinsou shook his head, making him pause to think a little more. “Uhh, a gorilla? A rabid kangaroo?”

Shinsou lunged for him then, still growling, pinning Deku’s arms down and gently nibbling his teeth into his ribs, “eating” him. Deku burst into giggles. “Come on, Midoriya, what am I?”

“Ahahahahahahaha! I dohohohohohon’t knohohohow! A lihihihihion?!”

“Nope.”

“Alligator?!”

“Nope!” Shinsou moved further down to his hips. “What kind of animal specifically goes for your ticklish spots and wrecks you like this?”

Deku squealed, throwing his head back to unleash a bout of laughter that lasted several seconds before he found the breath to reply, “MOHOHOHOHONSTER!! TIHIHIHIHICKLE MONSTER!!”

“That’s right!” Shinsou cheered, shoving his arms above his head and continuing to nibble at his neck and ears. Deku squirmed helplessly beneath him, lost to his own hysterics.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA BUT I GOHOHOHOT IT RIHIHIHIHIHIGHT!!”

“Didn’t I tell you? The penalty for each wrong guess is five minutes of tickling.”

“FOR EHEHEHEHEACH ONE?!”

“For each one. So that’s, what – twenty-five minutes of tickle torture?” Shinsou settled his weight on Deku’s hips, enjoying the distressed squeal that came out of his boyfriend. “Better get comfortable, Midoriya. We’re gonna be here a while~”

*

57) Lee Todoroki, Ler Sero

“What? I’m only fixing this very squirmy bed cover!” Sero grinned at the moving lump underneath the comforter of his bed where Todoroki had very poorly tried to hide from him not a minute before.

Todoroki shrieked. “Stahahahahahap! Sero, it tihihihihihihihickles!”

“It does?” Sero laughed, hopping onto the bed to pin down the open end of the comforter, further trapping his friend and blindly reaching for where he thought the half-and-half’s torso was. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have run away.”

“Y-Yohohohohohou were gohohohohoing to t-tihihickle me!”

“And by running you only put off the inevitable.” Sero smirked. Todoroki squealed and went limp under the covers, presumably using all of his energy to laugh after a particularly bad spot was found. “Aww, did I getcha, Shoto?”

“Plehehehehehehehease!” Todoroki cried, sounding like he was gasping for breath. “I cahahahan’t breathe under hehehehehere!”

Sero frowned, worried, and quickly climbed off the bed so he could yank the comforter down and reveal the top half of a very disheveled-looking Todoroki. Before he could recover, the tape hero straddled his waist and hooked his fingers under his arms. “Tickle, tickle!”

“GAH!!” Todoroki tried arching his back, but when that did him no good he flopped helplessly onto the mattress and gave in, surrendering to his laughter as Sero tickled him silly. “Ahahahahahaha! Plehehehehehease, stop! Sehehehehero!”

“But you look like you’re having so much fun!”

A dark red blush bloomed on Todoroki’s cheeks. “Am nohohohohohot!”

“Now you’re lying to me?” Sero tsked. “You know I’m just going to punish you even more for that transgression.”

Todoroki looked elated despite himself. “Nohohohohohohohoho!”

Sero chuckled. “I think you mean yes.”

*

58) Lee Kaminari, Ler Ojiro

“No, no – you don’t get to hide your face.” Ojiro grabbed Kaminari’s wrists and pulled his hands away from his bright pink cheeks and wide smile, pinning them on either side of his head while his tail continued to lightly tickle his belly and belly button. “There we go.”

“No fahahahahahair,” Kami whined through his giggles, squirming but going nowhere fast. Ojiro was looming over him, grinning that wicked grin of his, using his tactical advantage against his friend in the worst – best? – way possible.

“I think it’s perfectly fair.” Ojiro smiled, trailing the fluff on his tail over Kami’s sides next, making the blonde beneath him jerk first to one side, then the other, then back again, giggling all the while. “Besides, you like gentle tickles, don’t you?”

“Behehehehetter than mehehehehean ones.”

“Mean tickles? You mean…on your knees?” Ojiro had his tail trail downwards to said spot.

Kami’s eyes widened. “Nohohohohohoho!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” The tail traveled back up, settling on the dip of his hips where his shorts had ridden down slightly. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~ You like that? My tail just liiiightly tickling you to make you smile? That’s what you really love, isn’t it?”

Kaminari was bright pink by now. “Shuhuhuhuhut up…”

“Oh, but you like the teasing even more, don’t you?” Ojiro’s smile became absolutely evil. “You wouldn’t mind if I stopped tickling you as long as I kept teasing, right?” He did just that, letting his tail hover in the air behind him as he teased an increasingly flustered Kaminari with just his words. “Do you miss it already? The tickling? Or would you prefer I just keep teasing you about how cute you look, all flustered like that?”

The electric hero whined, squirming under his fellow blonde’s tight hold. “P-Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?”

“T-Tickling me.”

Ojiro chuckled, then started dusting his tail along Kami’s shins, making him giggle all over again. “You asked for it~”

*

59) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“You’re not squirming away, smug for brains,” Deku laughed, pulling Shinsou in close and kissing the space between his shoulder blades as his fingers skittered along his ribs. “Come here! Take my tickly love!”

“Ehehehehahahahahaha!” Shinsou squealed, kicking wildly and messing up the blankets, but neither of them cared about that right now. The taller boy was currently the little spoon in their cuddling position, and with Deku’s arms wrapped around him in tandem with the tickly kisses along his back, he was going nowhere fast. The gentle assault was making him incredibly flustered and helplessly giggly. “Nahahahahahahaha! I-Izuhuhuhuku!”

“Take it!” Deku continued to laugh with him, moving his kisses up to the base of his neck. “Take my love!” His hands wandered down to pinch at a hip. “Take it, Shinsou!”

Shinsou was an incoherent mess, giggles and laughter intermixing with unintelligible pleas – though whether they were pleas to stop or keep going neither of them could tell.

Deku chose to do the latter, scooting his body up so he could reach Shinsou’s ears with his kisses while continuing to pinch and scribble along his hip bone. “It’s so cute that you’re so ticklish up here,” he mused with his own giggle. “You can’t even speak when I’m getting you like this.”

“S-S-Stahahahahahaha! Plehehehahahahahaha!” Shinsou was lost in his own laughter and loving every second, secretly hoping his boyfriend would never stop. “Zuku, nahahahahahahahaha!”

Deku couldn’t help but laugh, hugging him even closer and nibbling at the base of his ear, drawing a loud screech and even more frantic cackles from the completely helpless Shinsou. “Take my love, Toshi~ My tickly, tickly love for you~”

*

60) Lee Kaminari, Ler Jirou

“What are we, five years old now?”

Jirou grunted as she struggled to pin him. “You act like enough of a five-year-old for the both of us.”

“I do not!”

“Do, too.” She finally managed to overpower him just long enough to grab his foot and scribble her fingers over it.

Denki squeaked, releasing her instinctively and then immediately wishing he hadn’t, as he’d just lost any and all leverage he may have had over her. “Nohohohoho, Jirou!”

“That’s more like it.” She settled in on his ankles and dragged her nails up and down his bare soles. “Take this, genius.”

“Nahahahahahahaha!” He flailed in the grass, wishing it wasn’t so hot out that he’d decided to go out in only his shorts this afternoon to tan. Jirou was in shorts and a tank-top as well, but that did him little good when he was at her mercy instead of the other way around! “Plehehehehehease, no! I’ll do anythihihihihing!”

Jirou smirked at him over her shoulder. “Anything?”

“Yehehehehehes!”

“What if what I want to do is tickle you silly, Denks?”

He flashed her a brief, wide-eyed look before covering his face with his hands and groaning. “Ugh, the thihihihihings I dohohohoho for you, Kyoka.”

She beamed. “Aww, how sweet. Don’t worry…I won’t tickle you too bad~”

[dreamifics]

James Potter x Reader

Oneshot

Warning:just angst and sad fluff ig

A letter for James Fleamont Potter

Dear James Potter,

Hey, what's up? That's a lousy letter starter after years of pretending you guys didn't exist.. This would be a rollercoaster of emotions, so try to keep up. Remember when we first met? You were in Ollivanders, buying a wand when you accidentaly almost killed me?

A little girl was walking pass a shop called Ollivanders, she was simply minding her own business when a ray of magic blast to her.. She fell on her butt first, her hair was a mess, she looked like she got burnt..

"Oh, dear godric!I'm very sorry!" A little boy about the same age as the girl came running out of the store.. He had a messy hair and thick glasses, he gave the girl an apologetic smile..

"What in the bloody hell are you doing?!" The girl was mad, who wouldn't? She was just simply having a great day when an idiot almost killed her..

"Buying wands?" He answered unsure. He was just shopping for wands when this very powerful surge made him lose control and it blast to her.

"I look like a mess, Mother would be infuriated..", The girl mumbles to herself as she stands up.. She huffs and glare at the boy.

"I'm James, by the way.."

"I'm Y---"

"Y/N L/N!!WHAT HAPPEND TO YOU?!" Her mother's voice boomed all throughout the alley causing some wizards to look at them..

"Goodbye, you bloody idiot.." Y/N mutters to herself.

"I heard that!"

"You were supposed to hear that!"

And that was the start of our friendship.. You little dim wit, but I'm thankful for that, because I got to meet you.. Did you know that I was not very fond of you? You just wore me down, you're a persistent arse.. But now, it all made sense to me..

What my gut was telling me about you.. You were-- no no, you're still my downfall, James.. I clearly remember when it all daunt to me, the how and why? I'm still unsure about the answer to those two questions. I'm guessing you know what I'm talking about, if you don't... I'll say it or write it now..

I'm hopelessly fucking in love with you, I realized that when you went and announced your relationship with Lily.. There was this painfully hurtful jealousy in my heart and brain.. And I couldn't get rid of those stupid feelings for you..

It was another dreary Sunday in Hogwarts, Y/N was with the Marauders except for James, they were eating at the great hall.. They were talking, teasing and annoying each other when James entered with Lily in his arms.. That image broke Y/N to thousands of little pieces, she suddenly became one with the universe.

"She finally said yes, mates!" James announced causing all of the students to cheer and screamed, obviously happy.

To Y/N, the news broke her.. She was fine with James crushing to Lily because she though Lily was not interested.. But after years of pining and persuasion, she finally said yes. Y/N should've seen it coming, she should be happy for them but why is she hurting?

"Aren't you happy for us, Y/N?"

Y/N was called back from her thoughts, the question echoed through her mind.. Oh dear Godric, she was not happy.. She wanted to be the one under James arms, or to be the one to kiss him in the lips.. She love James, not like platonic, this was so much more.. She wanted to be Lily so bad, ofcourse she's not bloody happy!

"Of course, I am!Congratulations, Prongs!"

But what could she do? Y/N would have lost that battle years ago, she was not James type.. What could she do but just pretend that she was happy and fine with them.. She was dead sure that she'll forget all about James someday.. So until that day comes, she needs to fake a smile and accept her fate.

Loving your bestfriend is the worst thing in the world, James.. I wanted to confess so bad, but the idea of losing you was a heavy baggage to carry.. So, I settled by just being your friend but you don't know how many times I've wanted to confess..

To go up to you and smashed my lips into yours but you were in a relationship with Lily, so I never did anything.. You were happy, and that was enough for me.. And don't get me wrong, I tried to find someone else but you were the best James..

It has been weeks since James and Lily got together, no one knew how she felt.. She was all alone, fighting her feelings from overcoming her. Y/N was sitting in the library, reading a muggle book called 'Wuthering Heights'..

However she hated it, she was bitter and had no time for lovey dovey books.. Y/N needed to move on, she shouldn't be stuck on James..

"Hey, Y/N!"

Y/N was startled by a Hufflepuff student, she smiled and laughed..

"I'm sorry if I startled you, I--I just have a question to ask you.."

Y/N squint her eyes, she doesn't even know this guy.. She rattled her brain for any recollection of this guy..The guy saw her confused face and chuckled.

"I'm Oliver Rigby, the captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team.."

"Ohhh, yeah.." She just murmured but she had no idea who this guy is.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

Y/N was taken aback but she needed to move on, she can no longer be hung up on a guy that doesn't even loves her back.

"Sure.."

"Alright!I'll pick you up then!"

Y/N just smiled and walked away, she was reluctant to moved on.. Her heart was still beating for James, but she needs to move on.. For her own sake.

They were nothing compared to you, I tried to moved on.. But I always ended up to you, the same feelings always came rushing in when I see you.. Every guy seems horrible when compared to you.. The short period of time we spent together was wonderful, you gave me purpose when no one else did.

Y/N has just come back from a very horrible date, the guy did nothing but talk and brag about himself.. He was not like James who was funny and talks about entertaining stories.. The guy was not sweet nor kind, he was a bit of an ass.. That's the only thing he had in common with James, she sighs and sat in one of the sofa in the common room..

No one can beat James to Y/N, her standards were bloody high because of James.. She wanted to cry but that was stupid.. Crying over a guy who didn't even hurt her, she hates herself.

"Hey."

Y/N heart skipped a beat, she knows who's voice is that.. That voice gives her butterflies, she loves how that voice says her name..

"James.."

"Thought you had a date?Why are you back so early?" He questioned.

"O-Ohh.."

"Did he stood you up? I reckon he'd do that, he looked like a douche to me."

"Sure.." She answered not looking at him, James sits next to her and put her arms around Y/N.. She felt her body stiffen as his body made contact with her.. Y/N silently prayed that James wouldn't notice her increasing heartbeat, the stiffening of her body and the way her cheeks blush..

"Are you alright?" James seems to notice his bestfriend all red and she looked like very uncomfortable..

"What if I said no, what would you do?"

"Make you feel better, ofcourse!" His laughs echoed through the whole Gryffindor tower.. Y/N let out a dry laugh, she didn't mean that.. But her heart was breaking into thousands of pieces, she want this feeling out of her system.

"Are you really alright?"

"Yeah, maybe.."

"Want to talk---"

"Jameees!" Lily's voice called the attention of the messy-haired boy..

"I'll be right back, Lily needs me.."

"B-But what about me?" Y/N tried her very best to not choke up and crack.

"Later, Y/N.." James messed her hair, she didn't meant to be demanding however this was the sign she was looking for.. The sign that James doesn't feel anything special for her, she was just James very annoying friend..Y/N realized that with one call, Lily has James wrapped around her perfect fingers, with only one call from Lily, James was gone.. He just left her hurting friend for Lily, Y/N suddenly felt her heart was no longer there..

It was bruised and beated so many times, and now.. Y/N chest is nothing but a vacant lot, an empty hollow space.. The tiny little hope that maybe James likes her back can no longer be found.

That hope was now gone.

Y/N had reached her limit, it was truly over.. The love and jealousy she feels was a heavy baggage to carry. Y/N needed to avoid James, just until she was fully okay..

Y/N knew deep inside her that her love for James will never fully go away..

Avoiding you was the only reasonable thing to do, to be frank.. It was the only thing to do.. If I kept up that silly facade, I would ended up being mental.. You see James, jealousy is a monster that takes over your whole mind and body. It's a hideous monster you can't escape.. I do have a few questions, did you notice the not-so-subtle cold shoulder I gave you? Because back then it seems like you didn't, did you though? Did you cry every night like I did? Or did your heart break like mine did?

Y/N finally got out of her bed, she was in the great hall, hundreds of feet away from James.. But from the looks of it, he didn't really seem to mind.. He was too busy whispering sweet nothings to Lily's ear.

"If your glares could kill, Evans and Potter would be dead now.." Her friend intoned, she snapped her head away from the sight of James.

"I don't what your talking about.." Y/N denied..

"Of course, you don't.." Her friend tease.

"If my looks can kill, you will be the first one dead.." Y/N gave her friend a glare which her friends just brushed off.

"Blimey!No need to get mad, I was just stating facts.."

"Just sod off." Y/N just played with the food in her plate.

"If you told James about your feelings, he would've ask you out." Y/N's friend said in a teasing manner..

"No, he would never do that.."

"And how do you know that?" Y/n rolled her eyes at her friends question.

"Because I knew James, he was inlove with Lily since the start of our first year. "

"That's what you think.." Her friend crosses her arms and smirk at her.

"What?" She questioned confused.

"Nothing, idiot.. You won't understand.."

"O-kay?"

"Look Y/N, just move on.." Y/N scoffs at her friends genius idea.

"You make it sound like it's so bloody easy.."

"Is it not?You cry about it for a day then you find someone else.. " Y/N looked at her friend with a surprised gaze, is it that easy? How come it's so hard for her?

"See, easy.."

"Sod off.." She shut her friend down as thoughts occupied her mind..

Y/N was walking down the silent halls of Hogwarts alone, a frown in her face she hasn't been smiling this past few weeks.. Her back suddenly stood straight when the four familiar faces welcomed her when she entered an empty classroom.

"Oh, hello Y/N.." Sirius was the first to greet her with a big smile on his face but she didn't give the smile back.

"Y/N!I was wondering where you were these past few weeks.." Remus gave her a comforting smile.

"Yeah, I had no one to eat my sweets with!" Peter walked up to Y/N and offered her a chocolate which she didn't accept.

"I apologize, I have to go now.."

"But Y/N--" Peter didn't get to finish the sentence, she was gone, James didn't even look up from his seat.. Did he forgot all about Y/N? But Y/N didn't feel anything anymore.. Funny how numbness can have it's perks sometimes..

Maybe you didn't notice me because you were so inlove with pretty little Evans? That came out a little rude, I apologize for that, but I'm not sorry.. You see, I don't hate Lily, but then again kinda wish she were dead.. She was all you saw James, I was with you through your worst.. I gave you everything, but what do I get in return?

Just heartaches and neverending what-ifs.. You never saw me James.. Remember the day we graduated and left Hogwarts? You didn't even say goodbye to me, not even a single glance James.. I was not the only one who gave up on our friendship.. We both did, James..

Riding the Hogwarts train one last time was a bittersweet moment for others.. To Y/N, it was a relief.. She would finally get to leave the place that reminds her of James, every corner and walls was embedded with memories of Y/N and James having fun with each other.. It may sound nice but it only brought misery to her.

"Y/N!We're getting off now.." Y/N's friend broke her silent trance.. Y/N stands up and exits the train, her feet hit the platform floor, Y/N took a deep breath and wander her eyes to the sea of graduate  students. Some were celebrating, some were crying and there Y/N saw him..

James had Lily under his arms as they talk with the rest of the Marauders.. Disappointment was written all over Y/N's face, this was the last day they would be able to see each other and James didn't even glance at her.. They were friends for years, she couldn't belive that their friendship was beyond repair..

"Quit staring at him, your looking pathetic." Y/N whispers under her breath, walking away without saying goodbye was not how she planned her last day in Hogwarts. Y/N was moving to America and will work in the Ministry of Magic there.. She does not want to work in the same place that James and Lily was going to work at..

Y/N needs to really move on, and America would be the place for it.. Atleast there, she's far away from any reminders of James or Lily.. Holding her trunk, she walks away from her old life.. No more heartaches, just miserable thoughts and lots of what ifs.

Moving here didn't even help, I'm still inlove with you.. You might be confused about why I'm just sending this letter to you now.. Well Mister Potter, I just got an invitation to your wedding and I'm very very drunk right now.. I didn't think you would really send me an invitation because you know were just strangers.. We spent years ignoring each other and now this bloody envelope shows up at my home..

How did you even knew my address? Were you keeping tabs on me? If that's the case then I'm very flattered and also a little bit creeped out but that's not the point! The point is, I'm not going to your wedding because I'm still fucking inlove with you.. I hope you enjoy the wedding though, also don't bother writing back.. I would never remember this anyway, so James.. Give Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease.

Sincerely,

Y/N L/N

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Little Witch - Part 12

the Darkling x Reader

The hour was late as the stars basked in the darkness and cold winter air. The fire roared in its hearth while your still steaming cup of sleep-aiding tea sat untouched on the small table. Your talk with Alina earlier was the cause of your unrest. You didn't know whether to feel sorry for her or be frustrated with her. She is a lovely girl, most pure and kind and quite literally the definition of sunshine, but something about her irked you and you hated it.

Maybe it was her somewhat unhealthy obsession with her friend, the tracker- Malyen Oretsev, or the sheer denial and lack of understanding of her position. Sure, Mal was the only thing that tied her to her old life, a sense of home, but he didn't belong anywhere near the Little Palace and posed a threat to Alina's true potential. She should understand that, no doubt it's been explained to her many times. She was no longer a random girl from the First Army or a Child of Keramzin, she was the Sun-Summoner and had to act the part.

But there was also a nagging feeling in you since your last words with Aleksander, the ones about the stag. From what you could gather, Alina definitely wasn't power-hungry, not yet anyway, and placing an antler anywhere on her would be against her wishes. You knew deep down that whatever he had planned would go far beyond just giving her an amplifier for her sake.

You sighed and moved around on the armchair again, trying to convince yourself those were the reasons you couldn't sleep, that Alina's position in this mess was why your mind wouldn't shut off, but who were you kidding, it was her and him. For starters, she called Aleksander by his name. The second the word left her mouth, your blood ran cold.

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'Is he not here?' Alina looked to you from over her mug, eyes scanning the room.

'Who?'

'Aleksander, is he away at Kribirsk again?' Your smile faltered and your grip on your own mug loosened. But Alina waited for an answer.

'Oh umm, I don't know.' You did but the shock caused your mind to blank completely.

__

You had known Aleksander for years before he even told you his true name, you had to earn it. She spoke of her General with a fondness, at one point even speaking of him as if he were more than just her commanding officer.

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'Do you miss the First Army Alina? I know you left friends behind, not just Mr.Oretsev.'

'I suppose I don't feel at home just yet, it's a lot to take in, this whole division of orders thing doesn't help either... But he assures me I am not alone, that I have an equal in the Palace.'

An equal?

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The heat of the fire was doing nothing to calm down your rising rage. Apparently Aleksander was doing more talking with Alina than you'd thought, even sacrificing his own true name, one only spoken by you and his mother, for her to utter as if it was just another name. So what if you were in his chambers, making use of his office and sleeping in his bed, he clearly had his eyes on two prizes or maybe just one.

You felt sick now, be it from the heat or the anger, you got up and opened a window. The cold and dark night was a stark contrast to the licks of the flame. It made you feel at peace, but only momentarily. You heard voices outside, slowly growing louder. You rested your head against the wall, begging for one last moment of stillness, but alas the door was yanked open and his boots echoed throughout the room. You cursed yourself for deciding to spend another night in his quarters. You thought he'd be gone longer than just 4 days.

'I do hope you made yourself comfortable' His voice was as smooth as the kvas you had downed after Alina left. You wanted to turn around, but the anger was still there and all hell would break loose if you let your emotions run wild again.

'I did thank you. At least you have a desk'

'I'll get you one first thing in the morning'

'No need, I already requested one' Your voice was void of any emotion. Don't start a fight.

'Are you alright?'

'Just tired, being diplomatic is hard work' It sure was right now.

'Might I suggest actually getting into bed then?' His hand slowly came around your wrist and pulled you in the direction of the bedroom but ironically at the simple touch, your anger grew, when it usually has the opposite effect. You saw out of the corner of your eye that he had a genuine smile on his face, one that tended to make you melt but not now. You shrugged him off and walked in the direction of the door, leaving him utterly confused.

'Y/N what's going on.

'I'm tired, I'm going to bed' You tried so hard to act normal, not in any way pissed.

'Y/N look at me'

'Goodnight Aleksander' You couldn't help it, the mockery of his name just came out. There goes the diplomacy.

You heard him quickly walk towards you and tried to get to the door first to escape the tense atmosphere you created but he got there first, blocking your way.

'What?' You threw your hands up in exasperation not yet looking at him.

'Did something happen whilst I was away?'

'No'

'Then what is it'

'Nothing'

'Don't lie to me Y/N'

'Oh but it's okay for you to lie to me' Your eyes finally bore into his.

'Excuse me?' His expression read baffled; annoyed; pissed.

'Move away from the door Aleksander'

'No! You're going to be mature and have an actual conversation with me for once' He asked for it.

'Alright fine, Let's start with Alina''

'Y/N'

'I had a lovely little tea party with her today. Sweet thing. She loves to talk once you get her going. She told me a lot of fascinating stuff, including your name! How interesting don't you think.' Your voice was so cold it even made you shiver.

'I can explain'

'I'm not finished.' You felt that pull in you, that pull that comes before you put your fire or shadows to use but crammed it down with all your might. 'Her best friend hasn't been replying to any of her letters and I can recount there are many of them. Guess what I found in one of your drawers? They are all very poetic don't you think? I'm all for helping her adjust, but that's not help, that's manipulation Aleksander.'

'She won't let him go, It's dragging her down.' He said through gritted teeth.

'Dragging her down or away?' The double meaning in your words didn't go unnoticed by him.

'Y/N all I want to do is go to bed right now, I've had a long day, please.' His hand reached out for yours but you scoffed and moved away.

'You wanted to have this conversation, General, don't shy away when your actions are questioned.'

'Fine' He unblocked the door and crossed the room, throwing his cloak and kefta on the floor with a heavy thud. 'Is there anything else you wish to accuse me of Y/N dearest?'

'Look at you, so bitter but I haven't heard you deny any of it'

'You may go now if you like.' He picked up a decanter of whiskey and poured himself a generous glass

'Since when are you this childish Aleksander. Have I missed something in my 100-year absence?' You mocked.

'You left me with all of this' He gestured to the palace. '-That's what happened.'

'Don't turn this around on me, and I told you that wasn't a choice.'

'The Y/N I knew would have come back and not hid like a coward'

You stilled and waited for any sign of apology, but it never came. He meant it even though he knew how much such a simple statement would hurt you. You turned slowly and walked to the door.

'While I'm gone, at least have the common decency to change the sheets before you bring Alina in here' you shut it loudly behind you and heard the breaking of the glass, no doubt thrown at the door as you were leaving.

What a day.

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Ok so idk if people can see this but I posted this like a week ago and apparently nobody seen it so here it is!!!!

Part 13

Here's my masterlist!!

[silhouetteofacedar]

Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch. 16: Quench

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

“You know what amazes me,” Scully says as they walk along the waterfront. “That day we first met… I never would have guessed we’d end up like this. More than partners, more than friends.”

“I didn’t expect you to last three months with me,” Mulder admits, hands in his pockets. “Part of me wanted to drive you away, make you request reassignment.”

“And the other part of you?” she prompts, gently taking ahold of his wrist and drawing his hand out. She laces their fingers together, and their entwined hands swing between them as they walk. He likes it.

“I came to admire you,” he admits. “I read your thesis, for starters, but getting to know you personally was a transformative experience. I saw your strength, your dedication to your principles, your loyalty. I came to depend on your perspective; you were always matching me, challenging me.”

“I thought you hated that,” Scully points out.

“I definitely did on occasion,” he agrees. “But I needed it. I still do. I need your rationality and clarity and willingness to listen, even when you disagree with me. Especially when you disagree,” he amends.

“Respecting the journey,” Scully concurs.

“Exactly.” He glances down at her. “What did you think of me when we first met?”

“Hmm… I’d heard a lot about you, so that definitely colored my view in the beginning,” she says. “But walking into the basement office for the first time, I thought… well, for one, you were much more attractive than I was expecting,” she confesses. “I was actually a little awestruck; that is, until you started talking.”

“Why until I started talking?” he asks, voice amused and defensive in equal measure.

“You were really laying it on thick, playing up the ‘Spooky Mulder’ image. It seemed like you’d been alone down there for a little too long,” she says cheekily.

“I’d argue with you, Scully, but I think this time you’re actually right,” he concedes. He stops walking, gives her hand a gentle tug to guide her closer.

“Are you glad they sent me to spy on you?” she asks softly, taking his free hand into her other one.

He nods and leans down, dropping a soft kiss to her lips. “Best thing the Bureau’s ever done for me.”

“We should head back to the car,” Scully says. “My feet are starting to hurt.”

“It’s impressive, the things you manage to do in heels,” Mulder notes.

“You don’t know the half of it,” she says with a sly grin.

“Scully, please, be gentle with me,” he pleads. “It’s been a long time.”

“Hm,” Scully presses her lips together, stifling a smile. “I like when you beg.”

Jesus H Christ.

The drive back to Scully’s apartment is short, and before he knows it, he’s pulling over in front of her building, not ready to say goodnight.

Scully must sense this, because she turns to him with hopeful eyes. “Would you like to come in?” she asks. “I’ll make some tea.”

Mulder bites his lip, considering. “Are you inviting me up for a drink or are you ‘inviting me up for a drink’?” he asks.

She shrugs, smiling. “Only one way to find out,” she replies.

He has to at least walk her to her door, right? It’s the chivalrous thing to do. He might as well stay for tea…

Scully seems far more relaxed than she had at the start of the evening. She undoes the straps of her little heeled sandals and kicks them off by the door, tossing her bag and shawl onto the couch.

“What kind of tea would you like?” Scully asks, going into the kitchen and opening a cupboard.

“Uh... you have any black tea?” Mulder asks, sitting on the couch. He knows he should probably be more specific, but the majority of his tea experiences are iced and made by someone else, and he frankly doesn’t know what to ask for.

“Several, actually,” Scully answers, rearranging cartons in the cupboard. “I’m making an executive decision,” she announces, pulling out a box of Constant Comment. “Missy and I liked this one best.”

He watches her over the back of the couch as she starts the kettle, takes two mugs out of the cupboard, drops a teabag into each one. Her hair is a little mussed, and the hem of her dress is dragging on the floor without the added height of her heels. He decides that seeing her all put together at the beginning of the night is no match for watching her come undone at the end.

If only every night could be like this; them sitting on her squishy striped couch, cups of spicy tea in hand, talking about the profound and the mundane. Maybe, somehow, we can have this, he thinks. Pore over case notes on the sofa, kiss each other goodnight, wake up in each other’s arms.

He decides that Constant Comment is, in fact, a very good tea.

Cup empty, Scully sighs contentedly as she rests her head on his shoulder. “This is nice,” she says. “I wish we hadn’t waited so long to do this.”

“What, sit on your coach and drink tea?”

“Well, yes, but more than that. I meant just being together, without holding things back.”

“Maybe we weren’t ready,” Mulder muses. “We needed to grow into what we wanted and needed from each other. I know it took me a long time to figure it out, and even longer to get the courage to tell you.”

“Well, I suppose not knowing how I felt didn’t help; I was too subtle. I took what I considered a big swing in Florida,” she admits, “And when you didn’t respond I decided to back off.”

“A big swing? What are you talking about?” Mulder asks.

Scully covers her face with her hands. “It’s so embarrassing now,” she groans. “Remember when they tried to send us to that team-building conference? And I came to your room with wine and cheese?”

“Yes,” he says slowly. “Wait, was that a come-on?”

“Yes!” she exclaims. “I came in with this stupid plate of cheese and minibar wine, trying to… to telegraph that I was interested, and you just kept talking about culling techniques all the way out the door.”

“What were you hoping would happen?” Mulder asks.

“I don’t know,” Scully muses. “I was newly cancer-free, and we had just been through that whole ordeal together... I wanted to take a chance and see where it went. Maybe make out a little bit, at least? I’m not sure if... if I would have been ready for more, even if you expressed an interest. But I definitely wanted it.”

“I had no idea,” he says.

They sit silently for a moment.

“I don’t suppose... we should make up for lost time?” he suggests, looking down at her.

She licks her lips, and his eyes follow the movement of her tongue.

She tilts her chin up to him, and he places his hands on either side of her jaw. He leans in, their noses brushing as he tilts his head and presses his mouth to hers. She sighs into the kiss, bringing her hands to his shoulders.

Her lips are so soft and warm, faintly flavored with spices and orange rind from the tea, and he parts his lips reflexively. Hers follow, and the sensation of their mouths slotting together makes his head spin.

Suddenly he feels the slip of her tongue again his bottom lip and he’s in a free fall. They part with a gasp.

“Too much?” Scully asks.

“No, not at all,” Mulder says quickly. “Just surprised me. It was good,” he assures her.

“Good,” she replies, taking a deep breath. “Sorry… I feel like a clueless teenager,” she says with a huff of a laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever cared this much. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling out of my depth all of a sudden.”

“I’ve never cared this much for anybody either,” he admits. “But like you said. We’ll go slow.”

She licks her lips. “Okay,” she whispers.

He angles himself towards her, sliding a hand around the back of her neck to draw her closer. “Try again?” he whispers, lips brushing hers.

“Yes,” she breathes.

He’s been holding back from this for years, he realizes; all those times his eyes caught on her lips, watching her mouth shape his name. Occupying his tongue with sunflower seeds to distract himself from what he really wanted. Leaning close, furtively whispering, convincing himself that he really needed to be in her personal space. It was all an elaborate buildup for this moment.

He has a hand in her hair, the other tentatively resting on her waist. Emboldened by her previous eagerness, he opens his mouth, inviting her in with a soft lick. She responds by looping her arms around his neck, one leg hitched across his kneecap as their tongues meet.

They kiss like kites dancing on air, ribbons twisting and tangling in the wind, all silk and cotton and hot breath. He’s not sure if he pulled her onto his lap, or if she slid across his knees of her own volition; but she’s there now, her compact body bundled against his chest. She cards her fingers through his hair, sucking his lower lip, grazing his tongue with her teeth.

Mulder wants this so badly it aches. He might die if they stop, but something below the belt is bound to make itself known, and he needs to regain control before his body gets ahead of his mind.

“Scully,” he pants, pulling back. Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, and his hunger intensifies. “Scully, if we’re not going to take this further tonight we need to stop now.”

She nods, lips parted as she catches her breath. One strap of her dress has fallen down her shoulder, and he tenderly replaces it with the slip of a finger.

“Don’t touch me like that,” she whispers. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I know,” he confesses. “But… sometimes I want dangerous.”

“So do I,” she says. “But you were right. We should stop.” She slips off of his lap, standing. “It’s getting late,” she say, glancing at the clock. “I have mass in the morning.”

“I hope I gave you a few things to confess,” he says, rising.

“I may add some to the list myself,” she murmurs, and his knees threaten to give way.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” he warns her, picking up his jacket and walking to the door. “The more you talk, the harder it is to leave.”

“Then my lips are sealed,” she says. “Goodnight, Mulder.” She opens the door for him, rising onto her tiptoes to receive one more kiss.

It’s brief, but sweet, and Mulder impulsively pulls her into a hug after their lips part. “Goodnight, Scully,” he mumbles into her hair.

He's ascended; gotten high on her lips, floating through the cosmos.

[kikyan]

~ The Owl's Prey and the Cat's Toy~

TW: Cursing! Dubcon! (a little towards the end) and that should be all! 

“Did you look at that Akaashi?” 

“Yes, that was very good Bokuto-san.” 

“It was nothing, very easy when you get the hang of it.” 

“Why don’t you ask [Reader] what they think?” 

“You’re right! [Reader]! Did you see that?” 

Slightly confused, they looked around a bit before landing on Akaashi’s gaze, urging them to say yes just to make this easier on everyone.

“Yes?” 

“It was super cool, right? I know I’m awesome, after all, I’m the ace of Fukurodani!” 

“ That you are Bokuto. . .” 

“ Nothing to brag about if you’re fifth in the countries ranking!” 

A sly commenter spoke, alerting everyone to them. It was Kuroo Tetsuro, Nekoma’s captain of their volleyball team. [Reader] merely looked over at Kuroo before glaring slightly, turning to Bokuto to see him angrily confronting him. 

“ A-and? I’m at least better than you when it comes to our plays!” 

[Reader] sighed before placing a hand on Bokuto’s shoulder, offering a small smile. 

“ I think you are an amazing player, Bokuto. Way better than Kuroo, that’s for sure!” 

Bokuto merely turned to face the [Hair Color] haired individual, slightly shocked before his expression turned to one of happiness before smiling really wide. His cheeks turned a little pink before placing his hands on his hips and nodding. 

“ O-of course I’m better than Kuroo! That’s why I win almost all the practice games with them!” 

Kuroo turning to [Reader], looking a bit intimidating before leaving a sly smile and walking away. [Reader] sighed, knowing that they would be scolded for what they said before. [Reader] was the team manager for Nekoma, purely due to coincidence. Here they were at the training camp, preparing them for Spring High, and if they won, hopefully, nationals. Though they were a bit new to the concept just like Yachi was for Karasuno, they still knew was a bit deal this was for them all. 

They were preparing for a new match so [Reader] just walked over to the sidelines to observe the plays. Coach Nekomata and Coach Naoi were both sitting down and observing, though Nekomata turned and smiled upon seeing [Reader] approach the bench. 

“ Well well, looks like someone decided to approach us and observe.” 

“ I observe all the time, just because I don’t really speak doesn’t mean I’m not interested.” 

“ It’s good that you’re here, you can catch up on the information. After all, you joined a bit late.” 

“ Yeah, I know.” 

“ Well for starters, I think hyping up your team instead of the enemy would be better.” 

Blushing slightly, [Reader] gave a small pout. “ L-listen! I did that because Bokuto needed words of affirmation at the moment! Also yeah, he is somewhat better than Kuroo, maybe not in terms of the logical aspects of the sport but his physical attributes are a bit more defined!” 

“ Oh? So they can use big people word’s I see.” 

“ Sir enough. Alright [Reader], I think that as their team manager you should go give them words of advice!” 

“ I don’t think I want to disturb Kuroo and his plasma speech, I think he can do enough.” 

Nekomata threw his head back as he let out a loud laugh, before turning to [Reader] and teasing them more. 

“ I think someone is just scared to talk to them.” 

“ I’m not scared!” 

“ Then how come you’ve missed a week worth of practices with no reason?” 

Having no reasonable comeback besides, “I was busy”, [Reader] was left to ponder their decisions. Squirming around in their seat before huffing slightly and getting up. They walked up to their team’s huddle, looking to the side before looking up to meet Kuroo’s smug grin. He practically did everything he could to make them more involved in the team and the sport, getting them out of the comfort zone as he did with Kenma. 

“ Something you want to add to my plasma speech?” 

“ . . .Do. . .do your best. You guys got this.” 

“ Is that all?!” 

Yamamoto chirped as he stared at [Reader]. Yaku merely shaking his head at the responses from Kuroo and Yamamoto. Kai smiling before addressing them, “ Thank you [Reader], we will.” 

“ Y-yeah, good.” 

With that, they walked back to their original spot with Nekomata looking smugly and turning to Naoi. “ Look’s like I won again.” 

“ W-wait?! You guys bet on this?” 

[Reader] exclaimed before sitting down and witnessing Naoi hand over the promised money to Nekomata. 

“ Listen, I know we might seem to enjoy teasing you and we do. The only thing I want to say is to stop forcing things but to also have a laid back attitude, obviously if you don’t care you won’t involve yourself much. For now, just watch the match and see on what they can improve on.” 

“ Fine.” 

[Reader] watched specifically the movements and the reflexes, ‘it makes sense that we have the reputation we have because they are really good with that. On top of that, I’m mocking Kuroo but the plasma speech makes sense, their movements are really fluid. He really is a great captain and a great player, honestly, I’m unsure of what I can help them with. I’m not even here to help, they seem to have been getting along better without me than with me. . .’ 

The match ended with Karasuno losing and running laps, Nekoma proudly leaving the court. [Reader] got up and distributed towels and water for everyone. Everyone thanking them, before they got to Kuroo who once again, would not wipe that damn smug expression off his face. 

“ I think your words really helped us out there, [Reader].” 

“ Use this towel to wipe off that smug expression. I hate it.” 

“ Sorry, it’s just the face I have when I win.” 

With a huff and a sigh, [Reader] turned around walking out of the gym to see Yachi standing outside witnessing the boys run. 

“ O-oh h-hello [Reader]!” 

They were away from the boys so they could finally smile without having all their actions criticized by them. 

“ Hello, Yachi-san! Is everything alright?” 

“ Hu-Oh! Yes, everything is fine! Sorry, I’m just a bit spaced out, this is my first trip here and for volleyball reasons.” 

“ Don’t sweat it, same here. I get what you mean.” 

“ Oh, I thought you were Nekoma’s manager for longer. . .” 

“ Nah, I recently became their manager as well. I joined a bit before Lev did, the tall Russian guy. Anyways, it’s all a bit new to me as well, I don’t know much about volleyball either so that’s another issue added to my plate.” 

“ Oh, I might not know much but I’m always willing to listen! Of course, I don’t want to see nosey or pry, so if you want to share I am more than welcome to listen!” 

“ Thank’s Yachi! I’ll take you up on that offer actually, but maybe later because the boys are close by, and who knows what they would say if they heard.” 

“ Oh, do you not get along with them?” 

“ It’s not that it’s. . . it’s something else. It’s just that while I get along with most of them it’s always one of them that ends up pissing me the hell of-” 

“ Hey [Reader]!” 

“ Speak of the devil, I’ll talk to you later Yachi okay?” 

“ O-okay! See you later!” 

With that, [Reader] jogged up a bit to Kuroo as he gave a run-through of what was to happen. 

“ Listen, we’re all done here so you can help the other managers with something else.” 

“ Is that all?” 

“ Yeah, and smile more. It’s a good look on you.” 

Kuroo turned around and continued to walk away, leaving [Reader] alone with a blush on their face. They merely scoffed before turning around and heading over to the kitchen to assist the other managers in preparing small snacks for the teams. 

~~ 

“So [Reader], it’s the first time I saw you! When did you become the Nekoma manager?” 

“ Oh, well. .  .it’s a long story.” 

“ We have plenty of time!” 

“ Well . . .there is a lot to say and I don’t know it seems somewhat childish.” 

“ Listen, we know the peak of childish. We have Bokuto.” 

“ Well, I think I rather have Bokuto than Kuroo to be honest!” 

“ Oh? So is Kuroo the problem? Got a crush on him or something?” 

“ No! It’s just, well I promised Yachi I’d tell her so I might as well you guys.” 

~~ 

[Reader] walked down the halls of Nekoma high with a stress-filled face, their chemistry exam was in two weeks and while they felt somewhat prepared for it a little extra practice wouldn’t hurt anyone. Though they didn’t know who they could as for help since they would be the ones helping others or in some cases, be a bit too confused to offer help. 

‘ Why don’t you ask Kuroo Tetsuro?’ 

‘ Kuroo?’ 

‘ Yeah, I heard that he is pretty good at chemistry, why don’t you ask him? Wasn’t he your lab partner for some assignments before?’ 

‘ I guess…’ 

‘Asking Kuroo for help might be good for you, I hear that he is in the volleyball club so he might be busy.’ 

And there they were, walking the halls looking for Kuroo to ask for help on their upcoming chemistry exam. He was walking around with some classmates when [Reader] found him, being worried to interrupt something important they decided to wait until later until Kuroo called them out. 

“[Reader]! Was there something you needed from one of us?” 

“ Yeah...you actually.” 

“ Oh?” 

Kuroo’s interest piqued, he turned to face them before walking over to where they stood. He stood in place as [Reader] awkwardly gave their proposal. 

“ Listen, I know that we only know each other due to some classes so you can refuse, but I-um, we have a chemistry test coming up and I wanted to know if you could help me study for it.” 

“ Sure.” 

“ Huh?” 

“ Sure, I agree to help. It’s not that much to stress about and we have two weeks. I can work with my volleyball schedule, I mean though we aren’t close I consider you somewhat like a friend.” 

“ Oh sure, um here is my number. You can message me the details and I’ll be there.” 

“ Thanks, is that all?” 

“ Yeah, sorry for bothering you. I’ll pay you back for this just so that we are even-” 

“ Don’t sweat about it right now, I think I know how you can pay me back later. See you soon?” 

“ Yeah…” 

With that Kuroo returned to his group, a bit of teasing here and there about what someone would want with him and such. A couple of days later, two or three studying sessions occurred and Kuroo brought up the question. 

“ So [Reader], about paying me back for this…” 

“ What? Is it money or something?” 

“ No, nothing of the sort. It’s nothing bad it’s just that I’ve noticed you don’t have any clubs you go to and while you have avoided it for some time they are going to force you into some club that you might not like.” 

“ What are you getting at?” 

“ Join the volleyball club.” 

“ Eh? What for?” 

“ Well, we need another manager just to help us out a bit and it can help you in the long run. I heard that you wanted to join a sports-related club because it looks somewhat better in a resume and application.” 

“ Well yeah but volleyball?” 

“ Hear me out. Stop by and check it out a bit, it would mean a lot to me and the payback is that you’ll stop by and check it out. We’ve had some people who don’t like volleyball become players before so I’m sure the same can happen to you if you give it a try. What do you say?” 

“Sure.” 

An awkward request sure but [Reader] walked down to the gym one afternoon mid-way into their practice. Kuroo gleaming a bit as he saw [Reader] standing at the door, Coach Nekomata approaching the timid [Reader] and questioning them. 

“ O-oh, I stopped by because Kuroo asked me to.” 

“ Is that so?” 

“ Coach Nekomata! This is [Reader], the one I offered the manager position to.” 

“ Oh this young one, as I see. Well, if they are interested let me know and we can sort something out.” 

With him out of the way, Kuroo approached [Reader] slightly smiling, “You came.” 

“ It was the least I could do…” 

“ Great! Here let me introduce you to the team and maybe change your mind a bit.” 

One by one they introduced themselves and [Reader] could see that they were oddly a lively and energetic bunch, even with some of them not even interacting. Oddly enough it was soothing to be part of such a crowded yet spaced-out friend group. Some part of them wanted to say ‘yes!’ and the other was a bit scared of failing and doing a horrible job. After revealing how they felt, Kuroo understood and offered up a new deal. 

‘ If you pass your exam, join and I’ll tutor you free of charge.’ 

While it sounded somewhat great, they passed but it was mostly for them. This was a tough decision because they couldn’t fail to avoid the club and it was easier since the decision landed and was made without hesitation. Since then, [Reader] has been Nekoma’s manager with their relationship with Kuroo being a bit rocky since they were pressured a lot into breaking out a bit faster than expected and it’s hard to bond with so many people when that happens. 

~~ 

“ Well, that is a bit rough.” 

“ Yeah...I didn’t know you were going through something like that.” 

“ It’s childish really, but I have no idea. I don’t hate them, but I think that Bokuto would be easier to hang out with because of the way he is.” 

“ Well, with Bokuto he needs constant reassurance so maybe it’s not the best, but from the looks of things, you see the manager position as a chore. Maybe, if you look at it from a different angle you might like it.” 

“ Well, maybe but I don’t know how I should-” 

“ From my perspective, you should stop worrying about Kuroo. Do things your way, how you think it will help the team. You don’t mind the others do you?” 

Kiyoko, Karasuno’s manager, spoke softly as it was a surprise that she even said anything, to begin with, but her cooperation was always welcome. 

“ No, not at all. In fact, I want to talk to the others, I want to befriend them but I feel like I owe them a lot. I only joined not because I wanted to but I felt like I had to at the beginning. Now I do want to, they seem like a lot of fun but I’m not sure what’s stopping me.” 

“ Your distaste with Kuroo. See him not as the captain of the team but as a friend. As a captain, he is trying to force a friendship with everyone but I’m sure that he doesn’t mean to. Approach him as a friend and maybe he can understand.” 

Kiyoko finished her speech with a light blush dusting her cheeks as everyone just went wide and started to compliment her. At the end they all nodded and turned to [Reader], assuring her to voice her concerns. In the end, [Reader] and the other managers passed out the snacks and the dinner for their respected teams. Toward the end of the night, [Reader] passed the gym where Kuroo and Bokuto were practicing for some reason. 

“ Hey [Reader]! Why don’t you stay here and watch us play, maybe you can pick up on some things.” 

“ Yeah! Akaashi look it’s [Reader]! [Reader]! Watch me wipe the floor with those two!” 

[Reader] looked visibly uncomfortable before nodding and walking toward the gym, there they noticed a blonde boy with glasses, Tsukishima from Karasuno. Bokuto’s face was covered in glee as he happily led [Reader] to the sidelines to watch. 

“ May sure you root for me [Reader]!” 

Akaashi smiled softly at his demeanor, Bokuto smiling proudly as [Reader] nodded softly. Kuroo glared a little at the owl haired man before they set up for the game. Practice was going well, Bokuto full of confidence before he set out to spike the volleyball, a cheerful yell as he screamed, 

“[Reader]! Watch this!” 

Only for Kuroo to smirk diabolically, extending his hand to block the ball. It was in that moment that Kuroo was so smug over what he did, Bokuto shocked as hell that his plan backfired, and [Reader’s] mouth wide open. 

“ H-Holy shit! K-Kuroo that was amazing!” 

At the sound of their praise, Kuroo turned to them with shock and confusion written all over his face before a light blush appeared on his face as he looked down at his hand. He smirked before turning to face them, “ Well, it’s nothing seeing as how we do have practice every day, but I’m not the captain of Nekoma for nothing.” 

“ That’s for sure!” 

Bokuto noticed their change in mood, they were so against Kuroo in the morning and praising him, what changed? His hair dropped down as he slumped forward, the practice match was over with [Reader] swooning over Kuroo instead of Bokuto. 

“ Funny thing, he was so quick to play this game off and show off to you when it backfired!” 

“ N-no it didn’t!” 

“ Kuroo don’t tease him! Bokuto I thought your spike was really cool, it was thrown hard as hell-” 

“ but it’s not enough.” 

“Eh?” 

Akaashi, noticing a change in his demeanor, ran up to Bokuto, and guided him outside the gym. 

“ We’ll catch up tomorrow, until then good night.” 

Kuroo smirked at how Bokuto was, earning a slight scolding from [Reader] with Tsukishima sighing and excusing himself. Kuroo was laughing a bit as [Reader] stayed behind to help him clean, but still talking about that block. 

“ Did you really think that was amazing? Have you never seen me block before?” 

“ Not a spike that hard, no! Bokuto does have strength, but one thing is for sure, while I may skip practice, I’ve noticed that you are pretty amazing.” 

Kuroo stayed silent to their praise but indeed he adored it. That’s right, Kuroo Tetsuro has always had a crush on [Reader], anything and everything he has ever done, was for them. 

“ Kuroo, I need to talk to you.” 

At these words, he perked up slightly anxious awaiting what they had to say. 

“ I’ll admit, being a club manager seems like a chore. However, I’m starting to enjoy it a lot more than in the beginning. I know I don’t really act as I care, but I do. It’s just that this is all new to me and at first I thought you were trying to force me into this as a need more than a want, it felt suffocating at some times because it sounded like you wanted me to be a specific way. What I’m trying to get at is that I want to be Nekoma’s volleyball manager, but I want to go about it in my own way. Doesn’t mean I’m not open to suggestions but rather that I want you to have trust in me, as I do you.” 

Kuroo stayed silent, [Reader] thought they angered him a bit before Kuroo nodded slightly. He looked up with a content and satisfied smile, chuckling a bit. [Reader] stood dumbfounded a bit before Kuroo explained. 

“ Took you a while, I wasn’t doing any of this to anger you as opposed to motivating you. Sure it was fun teasing here and there but it was more for you to break out and stand up for yourself, may not have been the best method but it’s something else.” 

With a small smile and a ‘thank you’, [Reader] hugged Kuroo. He stiffened before wrapping his arms around them, after their small moment they all left the gym and went their separate ways. Bokuto was still sulking in their common area, ranting to Akaashi. 

“ I don’t get it! I know I’m not the best but why didn’t they praise me? I put everything into that hit….Akaaassshii~ Why didn’t they say something.”

“ Bokuto-san, it could be because Kuroo is their teammate.” 

“ But they don’t even like him!” 

“ Have you ever tried getting close to them, Bokuto-san?” 

“ Hm?” 

“ I mean, what do you know about [Reader]-san?” 

“ W-well, I k-know they are pretty and very smart, remember the time they tutored me in math? Oh what else, they are kind! Always praises me, and is just cool overall!” 

Akaashi could only sigh in disappointment. These are all things that Bokuto keeps repeating but he isn’t making much sense. 

“ Bokuto, as opposed to Kuroo who goes to the same school like them, it's only natural he would have an advantage over this information. Get close to them if you want to know more about them.”  

“ Yeah but how? If they were interested in my spike, maybe they aren’t interested at all!” 

With a small pout, Bokuto buried himself underneath his blankets with Akaashi sighing for the millionth time today, fiddling a bit with his fingers he turned to Bokuto and spoke up, “ find them at a time they aren’t busy and make a small conversation with them. Ask them what they like and don’t like. Get to talk to them.” 

“ You’re right Akaashi! I will!” 

With that Bokuto smiled before turning to the other side of his bed and snoring away his troubles with a smile on his face. Thinking of all the possibilities and topics they could all talk about as Akaashi looked at him with a face of worry, ‘who knew a crush was this mentally draining? Bokuto was certainly fixated on them, but why?’ 

Bokuto woke up in the middle of the night giddy with excitement and he couldn't go back to sleep. Why wait till tomorrow to talk to them when he had a perfect chance to talk to them now without disruptions from other people, especially Kuroo? With that, he made his way out of the room and into the hallway, trying to remember where [Reader’s] room was located. He was getting frustrated until he saw a familiar figure walk across the hallway, he panicked at first only to see that it was indeed [Reader]. 

“ Bokuto? What are you doing awake?” 

“ Can’t sleep! You?” 

“ Oh, same. I can’t sleep at all and I was a bit thirsty. You should go back before the teachers catch you and scold you.” 

“ Do you have your own room?” 

“ Oh yeah, they had an extra one and since me going on this trip was kinda last minute they threw something together and gave it to me. Why?” 

“ N-no reason at all!” 

[Reader] could notice the silence and awkwardness that radiated out of the owl haired boy and it was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. Deciding enough was enough [Reader] sighed a bit before grabbing Bokuto’s hand and leading him to their room. Bokuto wanted to yell and scream in surprise until he noticed that [Reader] had a finger over their mouth signaling him to be quiet. He nodded before letting them drag him into their room. 

“ You can chill in my room for a bit.” 

“ O-okay. . .” 

“ Also Bokuto. .  .sorry if I offended you earlier. I didn’t mean to, I was trying to say that I never saw a spike-like yours even within Nekoma, you were so cool out there and while I may not have shown it, it was so cool to be in front of an amazing ace!” 

For once Bokuto was struggling on saying something, which is strange since he always had something to say. He simply nodded, a huge blush across his face as a smile was starting to make its way across his face. 

“Y-y-you think so?” 

“ Yep! I mean I’m going, to be honest, there are many things that I admire about you! For starters, you actually try in many places despite having dislikes. Sorry, it’s a bit wordy but I guess what I’m trying to say is that you always try your best to improve. Like when I tutored you for math, sure it's not your best subject but that didn’t stop you from trying!” 

Bokuto was awkwardly looking around trying to calm his heart, [Reader] was getting a bit close to him as they ranted about what they liked about him. His heart couldn’t take it as he started to show signs of his heart exploding from the cuteness. He remembered clearly, it was that day where he fell hard for [Reader]. 

~~ 

It was after a small practice match with Fukurodani where Bokuto expressed to Kuroo that he was struggling in math a lot. Kuroo was being himself teasing him and Akaashi did what he could to explain the situation to the best of his ability. 

“ Coach said that if something wasn’t done about his grades he can’t come to practice anymore. He needs to raise his grade and with this upcoming test he could both pass or fail.” 

“ But you’ll help me right Akaashi??” 

“ Bokuto, you can’t keep relying on Akaashi to help you study, you know.” 

“ About that Bokuto-san, I’m sorry but I’m going to be busy for a couple of days and I can’t tutor you.” 

“ But Akaaaassshhii! Wait, Kuroo can you help me stu-!?” 

“ Nope! Sorry, but this is something you need to do. I have enough problems right now and we recently got a new manager that I’m going to need to trai-!?” 

“ Your name is Bokuto right?” All three men’s attentions were turned to the [Hair Color] haired person with [Eye Color] eyes. Kuroo’s attention shifted a bit, he was visibly uncomfortable with the person. Bokuto and Akaashi started, Bokuto a bit too flustered at the sight of them, nodding at the question. 

“ Right, sorry my name is [Reader’s Full Name] and I am Nekoma’s new manager. Um, listen I don’t know how good they are at math but I’m willing to tutor you! I get decent enough grades and well you said it was borderline right? I can help!” 

“ [Reader] you still don’t know anything about being a manager yet s-” 

“ I don’t need to know anything about being a manager to tutor someone, you tutored me a bit in chemistry but I didn’t see you busting out volleyball references did I? No, besides this is me being friendly, not professional.” 

Kuroo sighed, lightly glaring at them with their ‘sassy’ response. Akaashi thanked them with Bokuto jumping out in glee that they get to be tutored by an attractive person and can return to volleyball. Kuroo merely scoffed at the interaction going back to the Nekoma team leaving [Reader] alone with Bokuto and Akaashi, mostly Akaashi discussing what Bokuto needs help with and giving them both their numbers. Upon the next day, [Reader] got a train to where the nearest library was between Nekoma and Fukurodani. There, Bokuto was already waiting, waiting to be tutored. 

“[Reader]! You’re here! Thank you for coming!” 

“ Y-yeah, nice to meet you again, Bokuto. Should we head inside now-?” 

“ Yeah!” 

“ Alright, but when we go inside can you be a bit quiet, don’t want to get kicked out you know!” 

“ Yep! Yep! Don’t worry about me! I know!” 

As they both entered the library, Bokuto was whispering a bit but would sometimes whisper-yell resulting in the librarian shushing him. [Reader] sighed a bit before turning back to his book, they skimmed over it and called him over. 

“ Bokuto, I skimmed over your book and notes and saw some notes, probably Akaashi but overall this seems kinda easy. Okay, here we go, so the first question…..” 

After an hour, Bokuto started to understand more and more about the problems and how to solve them. He smiled contently more or so until he mentioned that he might forget before the test. [Reader] sighed before letting out a small chuckle, “You might forget before the test but the fact that you’ve been paying attention for so long and trying at least shows that you care!” 

“ Of course I care, volleyball means a lot and as the upper-class man, I need to show what I can do! After all, I’m the coolest there is out there!” 

“You certainly are with your strength and ability, but how about I show you a trick to remember?” 

“ Yeah, sure!” 

With that, [Reader] conversed a bit more with Bokuto and towards the end, they ended up getting something to drink. With that, they discussed more and it started to turn into a study date, unconsciously. 

“ Thank you for helping me out [Reader], that was very cool of you to help me, but then again how could you resist to help me?” 

“ that’s true! I may be new but meeting you and other teams were pretty cool.” 

“ That reminds me...you’re new, aren’t you? I mean I’ve never seen you before.” 

“ Yeah, I am, well to the team at least. I don’t mind being the manager but it’s just stressful, kinda why I was so excited to come to help you.” 

Bokuto turned to face [Reader] with a smile that just got wider and a blush that just got darker. It started as a small crush, but it turned into something else. He felt...happy? Someone, he had a small crush on when some would call him annoying or just shut him out they didn’t. A stranger skipped on club activities, just to meet up with him. Sure, to [Reader] it was just a break from Kuroo and his constant lecturing but to Bokuto? It meant so much more to him. He could only sweat a little thinking about sitting next to someone like this, someone so nice, someone who cared. While his thoughts ran loose, the day came to an end in which [Reader] had to leave back and so did Bokuto. Before they left, they made sure to promise to do one more small study session at a later day or time. In the end, it resulted in hanging out and going to get another drink, sure they studied at the last minute and it was just a small preparation, for once Bokuto didn’t forget any of the work. 

~~ 

Bokuto was snapped out of his memories and turned to face [Reader], leaning slightly forward. 

“ [Reader] I have to tell you somethi-” 

“ It’s late, why aren’t you in your room Bokuto?” 

Bokuto turned to the voice to see Kuroo’s eyes slightly wide and his pupils like slits giving him a ‘cat’ appearance. Kuroo’s tone certainly matched his expression as he was glaring daggers at Bokuto. [Reader] got up and tried to explain to Kuroo the situation when Bokuto simply got up, glaring back. 

“ I was just heading back, Kuroo. See you later, [Reader].” 

[Reader] noticed the tension and awkwardly coughed, bidding their farewells to Bokuto. Bokuto left, not without bumping into Kuroo. It was an awkward interaction, one that left a sour taste within [Reader’s] mouth but once Bokuto was gone Kuroo walked in. 

“ Here so I decided to make you some notes that you can reference in between practice mat-!?” 

“ That’s great but weren’t you a little too rough with him?” 

“ With who? Bokuto?” 

“ Who else, of course! Listen, he was here because he couldn’t sleep and we were just talking, what’s the big issue?” 

“ Well sneaking off at night into someone’s personal room doesn’t exactly look good-!?” 

“ What about you? Aren’t you doing that at this moment?” 

“ I’m the team captain, I’m only dropping off notes to help my team-” 

“ And he was just a friend in need of some help. Just because you say something doesn’t exactly make it true Kuroo, meaning this can’t be a one-sided argument. If coming late into MY room looks bad then it looks bad for everyone no matter who it is.” 

“ Why are you so bent upon this [Reader]-?!” 

“ Because he was just a friend who couldn’t sleep and wanted help and you kicked him out of MY room! Listen Kuroo, I get that we’re more friendly after getting our feelings across but that still doesn’t mean I’ll forgive you acting this way. Besides, you could have left him here with us, and then you both could have been helping me with these notes. If that’s the case I’ll learn them myself.” 

“ [Reader] it’s best if I stay and help you understand, you don’t know much about volleyball so-” 

“ It’s called context clues, Kuroo. I’ve been observing you guys and other teams, I know a bit more than I used to. Besides, you always add a bit too much to your notes so I’ll be fine!.” 

With that Kuroo let out a scoff before getting up and leaving [Reader’s] room. There they were left alone frustrated as hell with the outcomes of this conversation before getting the notebook and flipping through it. Kuroo laid on his futon, confused about what happened earlier. Who was Bokuto to them? Why did they care so much? Bokuto was left with a similar question, why was Kuroo so possessive or whatever the word was? Why did he care so much if he was in [Reader’s] room? It’s not like they were dating or something? Were they? 

~ 

The next day everything was tense, the moment [Reader] called everyone for a huddle and explained more or so what they saw and what they could improve on Kuroo called them out for a lot of stuff. 

“ If you weren’t skipping practice all the damn time you might have learned something.” 

“ If you weren’t tutoring Bokuto and came to practice…” 

“ Kuroo, they are just telling us what they think, they are trying their best.” 

“ Yeah, weren’t you so concerned with them saying something to us? Can’t complain now that they are.” 

Yaku and Kai both came to their defense, Kuroo getting more and more agitated with their comebacks. In the end, [Reader] decided not to intervene at all, until a certain comment hit them. 

“ If you let me help you yesterday maybe you would know a bit mor-!?” 

“ Okay, Tetsuro! The hell you want to say now? Stop treating me like someone who needs help? I get it, I skipped on practice multiple times but I’m at least trying? Isn’t that what you wanted? If it’s not enough for you I might just quit then!” 

Kuroo flinched at their tone, head down and deep in thought. This little outburst alerted Bokuto who was taking his frustration out on the opposing team, ‘quit? N-no!’ Bokuto quickly finished the game and ran out to find [Reader] who stormed out after calling Kuroo out. Coach Nekomata simply brushed it off and told them to let [Reader] cool off, that they were under stress and expectations. They all listened and went back to their games, but when it ended both Bokuto and Kuroo rushed out of there to find them. Kuroo wanted to apologize but he knew that maybe he would be a bit too stubborn to admit it. Bokuto was just trying to find them to make sure they didn’t quit and to bring them up! In the end, they didn’t find [Reader] but rather each other, which didn’t end well. 

“ What are you doing here?” 

“Trying to find [Reader] from something you said!” 

“ Why do they matter to you, not like they are your team manager or something.” 

“ Well it’s simple, they matter to me a lot because they are my...my…!?” 

“ Your what?” 

“ They are someone I love!” 

Kuroo’s eyes widened and he visibly stiffened, Bokuto liked [Reader]? He grabbed Bokuto by his collar but couldn’t do much as Bokuto was quick to react and attacked. 

“ Why do you love them?! They aren’t your manager, you haven’t spent time together as we have! Is that what you were doing last night? Were you secretly plotting to do something to them?” 

“ No, I was about to confess until you interrupted! Besides, you aren’t dating so why do you care about them or what I was going to do? They are your manager, but they don’t belong to you!” 

“ Because I love them too dumbass! God, you never could pick up signs you scatter-brain owl haired fucker!” 

“ Listen here, rooster-head cocky bastard! You sure don’t act like it, you made them upset and even considered quitting!” 

Kuroo had nothing to argue against because for once his friend was correct. Soon enough he let Bokuto go and so did he, Kuroo looking down before sighing. He looked up and saw Bokuto’s angry expression before he cleared his throat and spoke, “So you love them too huh? Are you willing to share?” 

“ S-share? Share them?” 

“ We both love them, sure it pains me to share them but it’s true. At least then we know nobody but us will have them, so. . .do you agree?” 

“ If it’s just us...I can get around that. We just have to make sure that they don’t quit, while you might see them at school they don’t like you a whole lot, but if they quit...I can’t see them at all.” 

“ Then it’s a deal, they will be ours and ours only.” 

~~ 

[Reader] was walking around the camp and some empty gyms that were around. Sure they had a small outburst and decided to go walk around to calm down. As they were walking around, they were suddenly pushed into an empty gym. They managed to look up to see it was...Bokuto? Bokuto smiled and got off of them but before [Reader] could say something Bokuto beat them to the chase. 

“Is everything okay [Reader]? You aren’t really going to quit are you?” 

“ I-I’m fine Bokuto and I’m not sure....it seems that no matter what I do I’m just not a good team manager-!” 

“ I think you’re the best team manager. You’re so great, kind, and so helpful. You’re amazing [Reader].” 

Blushing slightly at his words, [Reader] smiled a bit before trying to get up until Bokuto pushed them down slightly. They stared up, a little scared because Bokuto was pushing them down slightly with their strength. 

“ B-Bokuto...c-can you get up.” 

“ Nope! Not until you make up with Kuroo!” 

“ K-Kuroo?” 

With that Kuroo walked out and cuddled in between [Reader’s] neck with Bokuto slightly laughing. 

“ Can you forgive little old me for yelling? It’s just that I was jealous that someone was taking away your attention. Thing is sweetheart… me and Bokuto here agreed to share you.” 

“ S-share me? W-what are you talking about Kuroo? Both of you get off me!” 

“ NO! If I get off of you you’ll quit and never come back! I’ll never see you again!” 

“ If you quit, I won’t see you as often and we can’t leave poor Bokuto here without seeing you.” 

Bokuto’s shout scared [Reader] as they went rigid in their hold. Kuroo chuckled at the sight of them until they started to struggle again, it wasn’t until Bokuto started to hold their wrists tightly that they winced in pain. Kuroo grabbed them by the waist and started to lightly squish them from the pressure of his hold. 

“L-let me go! Before I ye-!?” 

[Readers] mouth was silenced by Bokuto’s lips placed on them. Bokuto was giving sloppy kisses at this point but it was enough to make them quiet. Kuroo chuckled at the expression [Reader] was giving and how he could hear their heartbeat race. They kissed their neck and started to suck on it, giving them bites here and there. [Reader] let out silent tears as they struggled to getaway. Kuroo bit their neck, opening their mouth slightly letting Bokuto’s tongue enter their mouth. His tongue was exploring their mouth as Kuroo chuckled slightly into their neck. Once Bokuto was satisfied and felt the need to breathe, he released from his mouth and went to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the two. Kuroo licked the shell of [Reader’s] ear making them squirm in disgust. 

“ I’ve always loved you [Reader], those small interactions with you as my lab partner when you asked me for help I thought the universe was playing with me, and when you joined as a manager? Well, it was handing me what I always wanted on a silver platter.” 

“ You were everything I ever wanted [Reader], the way you went out of your way to praise and help me, you were like an angel helping me every step of the way. You can’t blame us for loving you, it’s just a part of life.” 

“ though what a pity… 

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you’re the owl’s prey and the cat’s toy~

[aotopmha]

Attack on Titan in 2020

I've sort of dropped doing detailed chapter posts on the series because that type of writing wasn't very fun for me anymore and I have taken a liking to a bullet point kind of approach where I list the elements that stood out for me in the chapter or make a separate post for some specific topic I'd like to talk about in it.

I've started like 10 different posts to attempt to talk about AoT this year and I always end up with incoherent rambling because of all of the elements I'd love to to talk about.

This year's chapters were 125-135 and this year's episodes episodes 1-4 of season 4.

The anime episodes in particular have given me a lot of food for thought, so I'm just saying fuck it.

I think the biggest misstep of the story for me will forever be the fact that it decided to use fairly specific historical imagery.

The Eldians are clearly supposed to have allegorical equivalency with Jewish people, but the Jewish people were never the oppressors. There weren't any Jewish empires. That's conspiracy theory bullshit.

But on the other hand, the series clearly takes great effort to not stereotype any of the groups it's portraying and gives complex reasons for what both sides do. It's one of the few Japanese series that I've seen not stereotype Middle Eastern-coded people (Ramzi and Halil) or black people (Onyakapon). Everyone are people, it says. It even champions diversity:

(Chapter 118)

It is also very much true that a bunch of fascist states use long-term history as an excuse for their actions:

(Chapter 127)

Nation did X 2000 years ago therefore our conquest of them is justified.

This makes discussion about the series' themes like a minefield.

The people who are very critical about its imagery are right, but the people defending the series aren't wrong, either because it condemns all of those nasty ideas of conquest and hurting innocent people.

You can't have a more clear-cut condemnation of genocide:

(Chapter 127)

If you combine all of these details instead of zoning in on them one by one, to me what the story is saying is that *even if* all of that conspiracy bullshit is true, innocent people don't deserve to be slaughtered no matter the reason because they are still people who have their own feelings, thoughts and wishes.

The story clearly gets the baseline, but fumbles the details. I decided to look up some more discussion surrounding this these past few days and I just wish there was more good faith discussion about it. A lot of it feels like a moral superiority contest.

I think it's these kind of flawed stories that actually deserve detailed scruitiny over stories that are rotten to the core because they are *almost there*. Talking about them is a good topic starter in what to do and not to do in a story like this.

Speaking of rotten to the core, I think the absolute highlight of the chapters this year is Eren and some of the chapters this year finally gave me a pretty clear picture of what is going on with him.

Context from 123 certainly helps, though:

(Chapter 131)

This is about Eren's perspective. He can't accept the destruction of Paradis.

It's not that this solution was inevitable looking in from the outside (which is one of the interpretations I see around for Eren's actions), it's that *Eren* can't see any other way out of this except the most extreme because of all of the horrible things he has seen from the outside world. It is very similar to the way suicidal people can only focus on the negative.

You can tell them everything is going to be okay, but those words won't reach them because their mind won't let them and loops them back to those negative thoughts.

Eren can't see the ice cream or silly clowns. But he can see how the other Eldians in the league of Eldians are willing to push Paradis under the bus. He can see how Grisha's sister was killed. He can see how racist and cruel Marley is towards the Eldians in Liberio (and how the people have racist leanings towards other nations, too).

He can only see those bad things. But he also understands how everyone outside of the walls are human just as the people inside of the walls are.

So he is torn to pieces by guilt.

He doesn't want to do this, but he can't see any other solution.

This is why I also think he can't rob his friends of their agency. He is fighting for them to have a good future:

(Chapter 133)

(Chapter 131)

What really stood out to me on a revisit is that Eren considers himself much worse than Reiner.

I've seen criticism on how the story pushes the narrative of both sides being the same and this detail is really important to me because this is the story acknowledging that what Eren is doing is worse and gives all of the following exchanges about this the context of it being a similarity in principle.

Both sides have killed for what they think is right and have to deal with how they have killed people. This is such an important detail in the Uprising arc, too, where Erwin firmly acknowledged that overthrowing the government might not actually be the right choice by him. It was simply what he saw as right. On a narrative level this avoids absolute truths and preference of one character perspective over the other and once again makes it about individual perspectives.

The theme of individual perspectives is so ingrained in this story at this point in my eyes that it's another cornerstone in understanding what is going on with Eren to me.

I think it's great.

I also really appreciate Annie and what was done with her in this chunk of chapters.

(Chapter 127)

There has been this narrative going around that proposes that the story is in Eren's corner too much. But these chapters are nothing but questioning Eren and Annie is one of the main voices in this. It's the Marleyan girls, really and I think this is a very necessary part of making the narrative work. Once again, it separates the narrative and character perspective.

It says that the Paradis side caring is about character perspective, not what the narrative sides with and Annie is even sympathetic to Mikasa in that instance.

She gets it. Unexpectedly, I think Annie might play a bigger role in taking down Eren than expected. Her character arc about deciding to no longer go with the flow because she doesn't want any more tragedy to happen is basically calling for it.

(Chapter 128)

Another element I've seen brought up is the fact that nobody seems to address the Bert-sized elephant in the room, but some of our characters are certainly thinking about him.

This is such a thematically strong element and really interesting because Connie joined the military to make his mom proud and be a good soldier. This is the motivation behind his claim when he says they are going to save the world. But what does becoming a good soldier mean, exactly?

Well, apparently possibly gunning down people you care about.

This moment is so good because it's another moment where the idea of glory in war is taken down a peg.

The moment with Connie declaring they're going to save the world is so often criticised, but it is actually turned on its head in 128. There is no heroics in this. This is actually Connie's big "killing a person" moment because it strips away the final bit of comfort in killing in war, the excuse of killing for good moral reasons.

It is also a wonderful complex evolution of the series' themes. Trost was about fighting monsters. In the Female Titan and Clash of Titan arcs some of those monsters turned out to be human. In the Uprising, Return to Shiganshina and Marley arcs all of those monsters turned out to be human and here in the War of Paradis arc, everyone is human and the only separating system is what everyone views as right.

I really hope the anime will let this chapter breathe a little bit more.

Moving on, I guess it is time to address the rumbling.

I love it as a horror spectacle.

(Chapter 130)

And I really I think it needs to be non-CG when animated. CG is fine in spectacle battles, but not in horror settings because it is too clean.

The rumbling needs to be disgusting and dirty.

Chapter 132 gave me one of the few moments in which I truly cared about Levi. I think him telling Hange to dedicate her heart was a very good moment to cap off their relationship. He sent another SL commander to fulfill their duty.

The speech about hatred in chapter 134 also stood out to me. I think it definitely should be fitted in there somewhere in this, but I also see a bunch of criticism for it.

I want to point out that this is the side of present Marley talking here. It's the military dictatorship.

It's the Nazis. I think the Nazis should feel regret for exploiting innocent people and admit they're wrong.

I also like how the horrors here are undoing the brainwashing and showing the truth to the citizens.

I guess you could read it as heavy-handed, but it is also something that needs to be addressed and in principle, it's not wrong.

I'm also going to put a mention of Historia here. I've talked about how this is my biggest and most glaring problem with the series because of how thematically unfitting it feels, but I've also talked about it in many posts. I wanted to focus more on other stuff in this post.

So now, we make it back to chapter 135.

I think having stewed on it for a month now, I like the element of mindscrewing our cast with the Titans of the people they love is the strongest element of it. It's making them face their personal traumas and we also get some great character moments and payoffs from it.

Mikasa ended off the year in a very good note in my eyes.

Even this deep in the story, this chapter left me in a situation where I have no idea how things might turn out.

I might have rough ideas, but not anything specific and that's fun.

Well, this is it on my retrospective.

2021 is confirmed to be AoT's final year of publication as volume 34 is set to be the story's final volume.

Those who hate the story can finally be free of it and those who care for it, can look back on it with fondness and sadness and many other emotions and evaluate.

It's been 7 years for me. What a wild ride.

So, I'm asking everyone, what are some of your observations on AoT in 2020?

Is there anything you'd like to add or do you have any observations or counterarguments for anything I've said?

I'd be curious to see what everyone else thought of AoT in 2020!

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Can we get Sooga (and maybe Kohga) babysitting lil Tulin????

GET READY TO SEE THE GAYS BECOME DILFS, BITCHES.

“We came as soon as we saw your message.”

“Yeah, it was urgent! Where’s the fire?”

Teba turned as he saw Sooga and Kohga dash on into his home. He nodded at them.

“Yeah. Sorry. Was gonna ask Mipha, but she’s with her boy toy. Figured I’d trust you two instead.”

Teba took a step to the side, showing his son, Tulin, who was currently sitting on the floor, writing in his journal. Kohga cocked his head to the side, before shrugging.

“What? You want me to tell him to beat it? He a freeloader or what?”

“No. I need you two to chicksit for me. I’m taking Saki out, and I need someone to watch Tulin.”

Saki walked in just in time, adjusting her feathers.

“Teba, are you ready dear?”

“I’m ready, so long as these two are. So, how about it you two?”

Kohga was about to say ‘fuck no’, when he saw that look in Sooga’s eyes. He WANTED to do this, because he was a moron. Ugh. He sighed, before nodding.

“Fine. You two go and have fun, we got the little guy.”

Saki clapped her hands together, before leaning down to kiss Tulin’s head.

“Be good for Kohga and Sooga, my little nugget.”

“But not TOO good, kiddo.”

Teba patted his head, and Saki chuckled at the sight. She turned to the two yigas.

“Now, Tulin is supposed to be in bed by nine. No playing with Kass’s girls, as they’re supposed to be in bed, and they get into all kinds of mischief. That’s about it! Have fun you three, stay safe!”

Teba held his arm out for his lady, who giggled as she accepted it. Once they left, Sooga turned to Kohga.

“You didn’t want to do this. Why did you say yes?”

“Because YOU wanted to. And don’t look at me like that, you idiot.”

“I love you so much.”

“Tell someone who cares, moron.”

“You guys are weird.”

They both turned to look at Tulin, who was looking at them oddly. Kohga motioned to him.

“So...the fuck do we do with his white lookin’ ass?”

“Stop swearing, for one. It’s not good that he gets a pottymouth so early on. Two, we should properly introduce ourselves.”

Sooga walked over to him, kneeling down as he held out his hand.

“It is nice to meet you, Tulin. My name is Sooga, and that’s Kohga. How are you?”

Tulin put his book down, in order to stand up, and shake his hand properly.

“Hello! And good day!”

“What manners! And a good day to you too, little one.”

“My dad said good kids make good greeters!”

“God that’s a weird saying.”

Kohga sighed as he walked over to Teba’s hammock, before jumping into it, and getting himself nice and comfy. So comfy, he fell right to sleep. Sooga softly sighed. He loved his husband, very, very much.

“So. We have three hours until your bedtime, what would you like to-oh. You’re practicing your penmanship?”

Sooga looked over to the notebook on the floor, and Tulin nodded.

“Yep! Kheel has really pretty handwriting, I want mine to look good too! I wanna surprise her!”

“Huh. Why, if I didn’t know little one, I’d say that’s rather romantic.”

Tulin’s blush shone through his feathers, and he shook his head.

“N-no. She’s my friend, that’s it.”

“Uh huh, I see, I see,”

Sooga sat down next to Tulin, looking at the notebook.

“Regardless, I’d love to give you feedback. My father practiced calligraphy, I think I have a proper position on the matter.”

Tulin handed him his notebook, and Sooga skimmed through the pages. He nodded in approval.

“This is very nice! Have you shown your father?”

“No, just mom.”

“Why is that?”

Tulin shrugged, reaching up to grab his book again.

“It’s just a mom thing. Flight range and arrows are for me and dad, writing is for me and mom.”

Sooga nodded. Such a sweet, talented little boy.

“You have a good bond with your mother, little one.”

“Dad calls her a ‘worrybeak’, but yeah, I love my mom. Are you close with yours?”

Sooga froze. For a moment, he recalled her. Recalled her hair, her eyes, her smile. Her tears, her screams, her pain. His father holding onto her hand, his father scolding him for choosing to leave, using his mother’s name like a curse. A curse that cut into his hide like a-

“Yoohoo? Mr.Sooga?”

He suddenly snapped back into reality as Tulin waved his wing in front of his face. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

“We...were. But she is no longer here.”

“Oh. I’m super sorry. What about your dad?”

“My father...wanted me to leave the nest, so to speak. But it’s fine. I’m loved enough.”

Tulin followed his gaze to Kohga, who gave his ass a good scratch. Tulin snickered, and Sooga couldn’t resist a small chuckle as well. Tulin put his book away, In order to look at his blades. The little rito was clearly very interested.

“Did he give you those swords?”

“No. Master Kohga did. Have you ever wielded a weapon before?”

“A bow and arrow, but never something cool like swords!”

Sooga thought about it for a moment. This child DID seem rather mature, despite his small size. Not to mention bows were just awful for up close combat. Against his better judgement, he decided to give the little one a gift.

“Would you like a present, Tulin?”

“YES! Please!”

Oh the way his little eyes shone in excitement. He pulled out something from his back, and placed it right into Tulin’s awaiting wings. A Vicious Sickle. Tulin looked it over in his hands, clearly in awe. Sooga chuckled, lightly patting his little bird head.

“It’s a light, easy to use weapon, with enough practice. It’s a wonderful starter weapon, and it never hurts to have extra protection. You will soon be the man of the house, you must learn to defend what is yours.”

“Woah! SO cool!”

Tulin was so excited, he started waving the damn thing around like a madlad. Even someone as calm as Sooga felt slightly panicked; for the only thing more dangerous than a blade, was an inexperienced hand. He grabbed onto Tulin’s hand, barely keeping himself from being cut.

“It IS cool. But what’s cooler is knowing how to use it. Would you like to learn?”

“Yes!! Please teach me! Please please please!”

“Very well. I should hope to be a good teacher to an eager student.”

Sooga held onto his hand, showing him the proper way to hold it; tightly, with the blade angled for a downward motion.

“Okay, I think I got it. Like this?”

“Perfect. Now, it’s a limber weapon, so if you need to move it in your hand, feel free to do so. Just be careful, it’s very easy to cut yourself. Now, let’s try to get a feel for it, shall we?”

Sooga stood up, and brandished one of his swords. He gave Tulin a moment to get his stance ready, before he let Tulin come at him. Course, he was very easy to block, but the point was so Tulin could feel comfortable holding it.

“Good, good. Side to side motions, just as you are.”

“It’s...kinda heavy, my arms hurt.”

“Suppose for your size, it’s not as limber as it is intended to be. Do your arms really hurt, or can you keep trying?”

“I...can keep trying, I think.”

“Good, a true fighter keeps going. Swing at me again.”

He noticed Tulin had to use almost both his hands as he swung. Poor thing was struggling. Light as his weapons were, Tulin was small. Determined, but very tiny. Still, he did rather well, all things considered. He blocked another blow rather easily.

“You aren’t uncomfortable around weapons. Good.”

“It’s usually bows, but training with my dad is a LOT like this.”

“Good of your father, teaching you to be comfortable with such a vital tool.”

He was about to do a mock swing, just to see if Tulin could dodge, when he saw Tulin was already weary, panting and even sweating a little. For living in a peaceful village, and armed with a bow and arrow, this WAS a lot of practice, especially from someone who was essentially a stranger. Sooga put his weapon away, and knelt down to Tulin.

“Why don’t we take a break? A weapon is useless without a body.”

“Okay...can we eat? I’m hungry.”

Sooga nodded, letting Tulin take the weapon, and sneak it into his own hammock. Tulin helped him find the cooking pot, and in a moment, Sooga had a fire going, and a few ingredients to throw inside.

“So, what are we hungry for?”

“I dunno, what can you make?”

“I suppose I can make poultry curry.”

“Oh! Yes! Do that one!”

Sooga nodded. He had no issues cooking the rice, and the chicken appropriately, and as soon as it was done, he handed a bowl to Tulin. Tulin dug into it hungrily, before slowly ceasing his eating. Sooga cocked his head down as the child stared at the bowl.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t like how it tastes. Super bland. I don’t wanna eat it.”

“God fucking dammit, Sooga, I can smell your shit cooking in my dreams.”

They both turned to look at Kohga, who had just woken up. He got out of the hammock, and walked over to the pot, taking the soup ladle to help himself to a taste. He then used it to smack Sooga on the back of his head.

“You. Cannot cook. I’d rather eat wet sand, at least THAT has salt.”

“I thought I was cooking it right-”

“Yeah right to hell. Fuck shit, move. What even is this?”

“Poultry curry.”

Kohga looked at him as if he had just gone insane.

“You’re...feeding chicken...to a baby chicken. That’s fucked up, Sooga.”

He was about to bitch at him some more, when Tulin nudged the bowl against Sooga. Kohga turned to look at him, and the little one was whimpering.

“Please fix it, I’m really hungry.”

“For the love of- fine. But only because I hate it when Sooga cooks.”

And Kohga did not disappoint. Not only did he fix Sooga’s awful poultry curry, he made the tastiest, sweetest egg pudding Tulin had ever tasted. The little one had two helpings of each, burping as soon as he was done. Kohga chuckled as he saw just how content the little guy was.

“Look at you, hungry fella. You need anything else, kid?”

“Uh huh. Can I please have some warm milk?”

“Sure, sure. I’ll make it just how my mom made mine.”

Tulin peered over as Kohga not only poured milk onto the pot, but cane sugar, courser bee honey, and even ground up some Chickaloo Tree Nuts. It made for a sweet, fragrant drink that Tulin accepted gleefully. He took one sip, and started kicking his little legs around wildly.

“This is SOOO good! This is WAY better than when mom makes it! Your mom is super cool!”

“She really was, she really was. Glad you like it, kiddo. Your turn, Sooga.”

Sooga didn’t LOVE sweets, but who was he to refuse such a treat from his Master? He accepted his own cup, took a sip, and found himself recalling...the good times. The times where he stood with his mother as they sipped tea, the times where she would get rid of his dirty, wet clothes, in order to get him warm and dry again. There was...only good in this drink, honestly. Sooga nodded, trying not to dwell so much on what was.

“I agree with Tulin. This is excellent. I’m surprised I’m just now trying it.”

“Eh, I only make it if I really need to go to bed. I usually make them with banana cookies-”

“Can you make those next time, please?!”

Tulin was practically giddy at the notion of more treats, and Kohga found it amusing. He patted Tulin’s head, nodding.

“Sure. Next time I’ll bring some over, just for you kid.”

“You’re SO cool!”

“I mean, I know that, but thank you.”

Kohga chuckled. He helped himself to his own drink, sighing in content. A nice, cold night, warmed by a nice fire, and some warm drinks. What more could one want? Sooga chuckled to himself, realizing he had downed nearly half of his cup. No wonder he was feeling so calm, so still.

“Thank you. I don’t think I’d know how to handle a hungry child who didn’t like my food.”

“That's why I’M the cook between us. Your food is so bland. I had half a mind to-”

He went silent, and Sooga saw why. Tulin had finished his drink, and had passed out, right into Kohga’s lap. Kohga struggled, clearly not knowing how to handle this, before groaning, and just patting the bird’s back, lulling him further into sleep. Sooga sat there for a moment, watching them. Kohga didn’t want children, but...they did like him. Found enough comfort in him to fall asleep on him, to cherish the plentiful meals he made them. Sooga even turned to look at his face, and caught him smiling oh so fondly at the little bird. Kohga seemed to catch his grin, and huffed.

“Hell you looking at?”

“I’m just. Seeing how wonderful you are with Tulin...and it really, really makes me realize; you’d make a wonderful, wonderful parent. You act so standoffish, but you...truly love taking care of children and-”

“God don’t you start that shit with me, Sooga.”

“I’m just saying! Family life might be for you! How do you know, you’ve never tried it!”

“Shut the hell up, you absolute fucking idiot.”

Sooga stopped for a moment as Kohga leaned into him, still keeping his hand on Tulin. Sooga looked down at these two, and was confident, more than ever, that he wanted a family. This feeling, that he was feeling right now, was something he desperately, terribly wanted. He wrapped his arm around Kohga, letting the dancing fire illuminate his features. He kissed the top of his head, softly sighing.

“I...love you. I love you so terribly much.”

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“Sooga! Kohga! We’re ba-oh!”

Saki immediately silenced herself as she saw the little cuddle train that was happening here. Teba walked in behind her, chuckling at the sight. He nodded towards Sooga, who was too busy protecting them to sleep.

“Teba, Saki. How was your date?”

“Oh it was lovely, we went out to eat and everything. Quite sweet, honestly. Here, let me put him into bed, I’d hate for him to get a cramp, laying on the floor like that.”

Sooga, despite how it hurt his heart, let Saki take Tulin, and put him into his own little bed. Suppose that was his cue. He got up, carrying a sleeping Kohga in his arms. Teba nodded at him.

“Thanks for watching him. Hope he wasn’t too much for you two.”

“Not at all. You have a very wonderful, and very honest boy. You should be proud.”

“I am, I am, honestly. Especially if he made an impression on you.”

“I...hope this isn’t too much, but may we stay? I just, really wanted to-”

“What is this?”

They both turned to look at Saki, who was holding the vicious sickle in her hand. Teba winced, before shaking his head.

“yeah...I think staying is a really bad idea.”

Sooga looked at Saki, and shrugged.

“In my defense, he was excited to receive a present.”

So Sooga and Kohga weren’t ready to be dads.

Just yet, anyway.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

noir 1/2 bucky barnes x vampire!reader

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part 1 part 2

i had thought about making a part three with smut in it so if thats something you would like to see please let me know and ill finish it lol

Song: my name is human by highly suspect

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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I sat at the table across from James and watched as he looked around nervously. We had already ordered drinks but not much conversation had gone on yet.

"This isn't really your scene is it?"

I asked and he finally looked at me, brows raised like I'd caught him off guard.

"Uh, my uh, last date didn't go so well."

He said and I nodded.

"I'll drink to that."

I raised my glass to him before taking a drink. He let out a short laugh before looking away again.

"So, James, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself."

I said and he cleared his throat.

"Well for starters uh you can call me bucky, that's what my friends call me."

I nodded slowly, he seemed like he was reminiscing for a moment.

"Um I'm a hundred and six."

He said lightly and I laughed. He looked nervous again.

"If you're a hundred and six then so am I."

I quipped back and he seemed shocked.

"Right."

A nervous laugh. Cute. I took another drink.

"No seriously."

I said and he nodded.

"I'm not really one for mockery."

He said stoically and I shook my head.

"No, no, don't take it that way! I'm not either. I'm sorry it came off that way."

I said quickly and I could see him shift to rub his gloved hands together under the table.

"In all actuality 1917 was a pretty interesting year, if I'm doing my math correct."

He drew his brows.

"It was?"

He asked and I nodded.

"Well it's not every day America joins a world war, late to the party as usual but still. Don't get me wrong there was a lot that happened that year but that was probably the most memorable. My husband at the time was drafted that September."

He looked even more confused than he did earlier, his brows almost touching at this point if it weren't for the frown line between them.

"I know it's impolite to ask a woman her age but exactly how old are you?"

He asked quizzically and I looked up to think for a moment.

"Uh, this year on my actual birthday I will be two... Hundred and... Eight? I think?"

He laughed before taking a drink, finally smiling.

"Great."

He said before leaning over and pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

"This was fun."

He said, slapping a twenty on the table and moving to stand.

"Bucky wait!"

He paused and looked back at me.

"Can we talk... Somewhere a little more private?"

I asked and he sighed, looking to the ground.

"Fine."

I stood quickly to match him, grabbing my bag off the back of the chair and following him outside. When we made it out the door I saw him tense a little bit, glancing to me a few times as we lazed down the sidewalk.

"Are you cold?"

He asked, reaching for his jacket zipper and I stopped him.

"No, no, I'm perfect, thank you though. You probably need it more than me."

There was the confused look again.

"You're probably trying to figure me out aren't you?"

He sighed, half shaking his head as he looked to the ground ahead of us.

"I guess I'm just trying to figure out why you would lie to me? Forgive me for being blunt but that's at least how it seems, even after I told you I didn't like being mocked."

I laughed a little.

"Bucky I didn't lie to you. My situation is - complicated."

He looked over me again.

"I am two hundred and eight, that wasn't a lie. Or, at least I don't think it was, it's hard to remember after all these years the exact number. But I was born in 1815 in new York after my mother immigrated to the states. It was a rough childhood and an even rougher lifestyle growing into my teens."

We kept walking. He was listening intently but seemed like he still wasn't so sure about me.

"I was engaged to be married by my seventeenth birthday but the night before my wedding I was kidnapped."

He looked to me in surprise.

"I was placed as an indentured servant in a trading charter, seen by many of the soldiers stationed on the coast of the capitol. That went on for a while and when I had reached my twenty fifth birthday I had earned my freedom."

He motioned to a small cafe on the strip and I nodded, him holding the door as we stepped in, the warmth engulfing both of us.

"Do you want a drink?"

He asked and I nodded.

"How about I get this one."

I offered, ordering before him and paying after him. When we had gotten our drinks we took to a booth in the very back of the cafe.

"So, you were free..."

He started and I let out a short laugh.

"Nice to know you're listening."

I said and he raised his cup to me. I cleared my throat.

"I was free, finally. It felt like forever to get there. But by then I was seen as too old; too old to Mary, to have kids, to live a life on my own. Many assumed I was a widow at this point, even moving back to new York with as progressive as it was still didn't feel right. It didn't feel like home anymore. Until I met him."

He raised a brow and I smiled to myself.

"My first real love, the one who made me."

"No pressure."

He said and I laughed, taking his one hand in mine. His body tensed.

"Don't worry, he's been dead a while."

I said, letting him go and he nodded once.

"Right."

I side nodded.

"Well to make that long story short, he proposed to me after two weeks of courting, we got married the following spring, and on our honeymoon he revealed to me what he really was."

"A crime boss?"

Bucky said and I laughed, him finally loosening up a bit as he took another drink.

"I think that would've been easier to live with but no. And I ask that you please don't laugh at this next part but rather, hear me out."

He rested both his hands on either side of his cup and gave me his full attention.

"Cross my heart."

He said and I sighed.

"He revealed to me that he was undead, that he was a vampire of sorts."

When I looked to him he looked like he was going to crack.

"I'm serious."

I said light hearted, hitting his shoulder as he started laughing.

"He turned me before our trip back to the city."

He nodded, rubbing his eye as he settled down, the smile still prevalent on his features.

"Sure."

I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Now who's mocking who?"

I asked and he shook his head.

"It's just a little hard to believe is all. You seem like such a normal young woman. Maybe a history buff who digs this old man but still."

I snorted at his words, taking a drink.

"You are young in my eyes bucky, believe me."

He shook his head.

"Okay, this is what, 1840?"

"Forty two i think, but yeah."

He sent me a look.

"Let me just get back to the story okay?"

He held his hands up in defense.

"Please, by all means."

I playfully rolled my eyes.

"Thank you. Now we were home, I was a newby and was so hungry all the time. He was terrible at taming a new vampire and I did eat a few of our neighbors but we lived in a bad part of town so people didn't really question it much when residents went missing. But what I didn't realize is that we were being watched and one day when I came home from work I found my husband decapitated on our living room floor."

His eyes went wide.

"I cried like a maniac but when I had heard someone still in the apartment I attacked them. They told me they were assigned to kill me because I was too dangerous. I ended him and I've been on the run ever since. After that I was desperate to find new love again. I've had courtships over the years but the early 1900's were pretty rough. Every husband I ever had was drafted into a war that shouldn't have happened. And I don't fear for my life as much anymore since I've lived in almost every state in this stupid country,"

We both laughed a little at that.

"But I do think of it often. The later years, the eighties and nineties were much easier as far as life and lovers went but even then I couldn't stay with them long."

He seemed empathetic.

"Why not?"

"Well, many people don't employ the idea that you'll live longer than them, it's a losing game. And even those I was open with, they begged me to turn them but I always refused. It didn't seem worth it to put the hurt I felt onto anyone else. And I don't say this to scare you off bucky but I've lived, and I mean really lived. I had one husband murdered, three drafted and lost to war, and three divorces; two of which ended with my exs dying of natural causes shortly after getting into new relationships. One had a heart attack and the other passed during a surgery."

I paused, looking to the table as his eyes tried to study me.

"Ive heard about you, I've been to the Smithsonian exhibit and honestly it all seemed like a myth. But then your friend saw me and pushed you to ask me out I actually saw hope for the first time in a long time. It's not often I can find someone with as much... Uh, life experience."

He cleared his throat, looking away when I looked back up to him.

"I'm not perfect."

He said and I could feel my features soften.

"It's seems I've lived just as much but I don't know if I'd exactly call it living. I was an experiment, an assassin, and a broken man. I've got a troubled past and I'm trying to work through that. Hell I wasn't even sure I'd get through this date given how my last one went."

I half smiled at him, reaching for his hand again. He wasn't as hesitant as last time but was still tense as I took it away from his cup. I looked over his face before pulling the glove off, holding the cool metal against my palm and tracing the fingers of my other hand over it.

"I wasn't blipped, I saw the news, and I saw what was lost. And I think part of you got lost with it but at the end of the day you are trying to get better. You are a hero bucky, even if it doesn't feel like it."

I watched as his jaw clenched and tightened. Then he turned his hand over and held mine. It wasn't hard or uncomfortable but it was firm, like he meant it.

"I haven't had the luxury of opening up to many people in recent times but you feel different. And don't take this the wrong way but you do feel like home."

He said softly and I couldn't help the smile making its way to my lips.

"You wanna get out of here? Maybe go back to my place? The coffee is much better."

I joked and he smiled, intertwining our fingers.

"Yeah, I think id like that."

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Good

Jack Kline x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1588 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Dean’s daughter bonding with Jack in only the way she could.

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The impending threat that Lucifer held, as well as his unborn child, was enough for Dean to panic over your being there in the first place.

You had tagged along, of course, like you did on every hunt, but this was different. Not only could you be killed, but if something happened to you, there was no telling how bad it would be. 

So, you got put up in the woods a few miles from where they were, and had to wait out all the good stuff...which sucked. 

You had never missed a fight, at least not since Dean decided you were skilled enough and old enough to participate. Now this was the biggest thing you all had been through in a while, and you were on the bench. 

It was unbelievable. 

Though, as things often did, you found a way to be of some use in the best way. Somehow everyone involved had managed to lose the spawn of Satan, a naked teenage who came wandering right past where you were chilling out. 

...Which sucked a little less. 

He seemed lost, scared, and looney but you couldn’t blame him. After all, he had been born just a few moments prior and he had to have been terrified. He didn’t know what he was, and it wasn’t his fault. 

You should have known that he wouldn’t hurt you. You didn’t, of course, but you just kind of assumed in true Winchester fashion. 

“Hey, you must be Jack” you called, startling him. 

He had no idea what he was doing, or where he was going. It was like everything was a haze and there was nothing you could do. Though, you were damn sure going to try. 

“It’s okay, I’m Y/N. I’m not going to hurt you” you tried, holding your hands up in a gentle fashion. You had no idea if it would work or not, or if he was going to freak out or not. 

You just had to assume that it would all work out, and it seemed to work out okay. For starters, you weren’t dead as soon as you said it which was definitely a plus. 

“Are you okay?” you wondered, approaching slowly with your hands still up. You were doing your best to be calm, like you would be trying to get a timid animal to eat out of your hand. 

The last thing you wanted was to scare Jack. You didn’t know what kind of entity he was or what he wanted from you, but you knew one thing...right now, he was just scared. 

He was all alone in the world, and terrified like everything was out to get him and you would be lying if you said you’d never felt that way before. 

“I need to find my father” he repeated, for what seemed like the fourth time in the span of a few minutes you’d been talking. You knew that wasn’t going to happen, at least not right now, but you weren’t going to tell him that. 

Instead, you nodded. 

“I’ll help you find him, but first, I think we should find you some clothes, how about that?” you suggested, ignoring his obviously naked form. 

Maybe it was a bad idea, and you were sure that your dad, the great Dean Winchester, mr.Shoot-first-ask-questions-later would be upset, but you didn’t care. Right now, the only thing you cared about was making sure Jack was safe. 

It was odd, and a little crazy but you’d lost so much in the last few minutes, not that you knew it yet, but your grandma was gone, Castiel was gone, Kelly was gone, Crowley was gone. 

So many people you cared about were gone, and deep down, maybe you realized that but for whatever reason, you cared about Jack.

It didn’t make any sense.

...but you couldn’t help it. 

Jack only nodded, letting you take the hand he offered to you and following your lead. He may not have known much, having just been born and all, but he was an excellent judge of character and you were trying to help. 

He could tell that you were trying to help him...And he was in no position to refuse. 

So, you got him dressed in a few spare clothes you had in the back of the impala for emergencies, sneaking up to it without him, and then decided to hide out a little longer till everything died down. 

It would be easier to explain that way, or so you hoped. 

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Dean was angry. 

Dean was beyond angry and what you had done, but he couldn’t bring himself to express that to you as you sat beside that thing on the porch, your hand perched on his knee like it was nothing. 

You were just sitting there with the son of Lucifer like it meant nothing, and it was nearly enough to make his blood boil. Though, he couldn’t find the words to express that to you. 

So, he just stood in silence, staring you down in only the way that he could. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” he muttered finally, his voice in a dangerously low whisper, as he watched you. It was nearly enough to make your blood run cold, but you ignored it. 

However, as much as you tried to pretend like the inevitable scolding didn’t rattle you, there was a slight quickening to your heartbeat that alerted Jack to the problem immediately. 

“Are you alright?” he wondered, staring at you with wide eyes, afraid that something was seriously wrong with you. Right now, you and Castiel were the only two people he knew he could trust, and Castiel was nowhere to be found. 

So, he was understandably protective over you. It was in his nature and at this moment, it was his sole focus. 

“I’m okay Jack” you nodded, doing your very best to convince him that it was the absolute truth. Though, you weren’t a hundred percent sure that you believed it yourself. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if Dean put you in the ground himself for what you’d done. Not that you would change the choice you made if you could go back. 

...Not that you would get another chance if Dean struck you dead right now. 

After all, he didn’t like what he was seeing one bit. 

Not only did you go behind his back and bond with the son of Satan, but you were also getting cozy. He didn't like that in the least, and upon seeing that, your Uncle Sam stepped in. 

Maybe it wasn’t ideal, but getting mad at you wouldn’t do anything good for either of you. Besides, maybe it was good for Jack to have someone he cared about within the three of you. 

Someone he trusted. 

“Hey, calm down Dean. It’s fine” he tried, setting his hand down on his brother’s back to try and get him to relax, but it wasn’t doing much good. Of all the guys you could have taken a shine to, why him? 

Why did you have to bond with the spawn of Satan? You had never shown any interest in boys before but this one you cared about. You took one look at him and all of a sudden, it was, ‘I’m okay Jack’ 

Not on his watch. 

“It is, most definitely, not” he grumbled, rolling his eyes at the very idea of what he was seeing with his own two eyes, though you just ignored him. 

Dean could throw a fit if he wanted to, but it wasn’t going to change the fact that you clearly cared about him. You weren’t going to let anything bad happen to him, at the hands of Dean or anyone else. 

“Look dad, Jack is just a little freaked out right now. He isn’t going to hurt anyone-least of all me” you promised, giving his knee a little squeeze as if to prove your point. 

You knew for a fact that Jack would never let anything happen to you, even if it came down to taking the pain on himself. It was just who he was, you could see it, even if Dean didn’t want to. 

He was good, and there was nothing anyone could do to change that. 

“Jack is good” 

Those three words left your lips with a certain finality that even Dean couldn’t argue with. It made you sound like your grandfather, with that tone in your voice like it was just the truth. 

It was what you believed, one hundred percent and that was hard to ignore, even if Dean hated it. 

You knew him better than anyone, especially now, and if your dad insisted on being so stubborn, and not getting to know him for who he was, you weren’t going to even entertain the idea. 

Jack was kind, and gentle. He worried about you, and he constantly had to make sure that you were okay before he could relax. 

If he was as evil as Lucifer was, he wouldn’t have cared at all about how upset you were or if you were safe or not. You knew that to be true, and that wasn’t going to change.

Not even Dean could force him to change that. 

All you had to do was stick by his side long enough to convince your dad that he was wrong, and with enough time, you knew you could. It was just going to take some work. 

That was all you could do for now.