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86 for the ask game!
86: "cookies" (or biscuits if you're normal) or cupcakes?
Hm. This is quite an interesting one! Personally, I think I prefer cupcakes, but I like muffins specifically more. Especially the ones that taste like brownies....
Biscuits, on the other hand, are still good but they don't have as much.. variety, really. Or at least there aren't many that I like.
So, my final answer is cupcakes! (Well, muffins actually, but cupcakes are just as good)
#sorry if that's too much text‚ trying to stop talking too much. teehee :]#you know me though‚ it's difficult#sincerely‚ the narrator#narratalks#narratorposting
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Can you write how Geo would deal with a mc that is always sick? (Totally not cause I'm sick too)
My Remedy for your Malady. (All x Sick! MC/Reader)
Anon. First and foremost, I made you wait 5 1/2 days. I am truly, wholly sorry for this *humbly bows*. (▰︶︹︺▰)
Secondly, I decided that I'm gonna do this for all 7 of our characters, because Jess, Brit and Deryl deserve more attention. I hope you may forgive me for my lateness, and enjoy this fic nonetheless (btw get well soon if you're not already <33).
Also I know that Jess especially is shorter (literally teehee) than the others, but I'm gonna get the hang of her eventually. Same with Deryl. >:]
ALSO, you're in an established relationship with them, so that's why they have (very legal) access to your residence!
- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer
Remedy: a medicine or treatment for a disease or injury.
Malady: a disease or ailment.
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Geo was concerned when he found out you were ill.
When you didn't show up to school for the last few days, he texted you to find out why; to which you bluntly told him you felt like utter shit.
He doesn't pick up on the fact you're sick until you straight-up tell him.
Depending on what type of sick you are, he'll get the appropriate medicines/remedies and speed his way towards your home, hell, he might even skip archery, and he *never* skips archery.
Would rock up with food he knows shouldn't cause any problems or nausea for you and will probably make soup.
And you better fucking eat it.
He will feed it to you (reluctantly, but if you seriously can't do it yourself, then he'll manage).
Will ask you how the hell you fell ill anyway, and depending on your answer, he'll be either: Pissed (if you caught it from someone else), Or exasperated (if you stopped taking care of yourself or didn't equip yourself well enough to deal with the weather).
Will take care of you either way.
Will read to you in Japanese to help you sleep.
Will try to not lie near you if possible, unless absolutely needed. He does not plan on catching shit.
Will remain at your residence until you recover; unless he has classes that are either critically important and/or ones you're also in.
Will lend you his notes.
Will also take them back after a few days.
Will also just probably talk to you while you're bedridden, unless you cannot, in which case he'll simply watch you sleep, occasionally stroking your head and hair to try and comfort you.
He's trying his best, okay?
Sol will freak when he finds out you're sick.
Doesn't care what he's got on next, he's gonna go take care of you.
Will probably feel bad for not telling Hyugo anything about suddenly vanishing
, but he'll understand right?
Will spawn outside your home with: - Medicine, - Your favourite comfort food (if you can eat it without the fear of vomiting), - Probably will bring poetry and art with him, so you both have something to do (that's not him) when you're bedridden.
Will try and hold you if possible, doesn't mind if he gets your blessed germs on him.
You'll have to tell him that you'd worry for him if he fell ill, so he'll respect that.
But he will feed you. You don't have a say in that.
You're being babied now.
He's gonna make sure everything you want (and can have when sick), you'll have.
Is honestly okay with not going to any class, he'll just ask Hyugo for notes if he hasn't been MIAing.
Covers you in blankets if you've got a cold.
If you have a fever? Ice cream. >:]
Essentially tries to uplift your mood as much as humanely possible.
This guy will do anything for you. <33
Crowe will ensure that when he arrives at your home, you'll have everything you'll need.
Will cook your favourite food.
Will make you eat soup and light foods that are easy on the stomach.
Won't touch you, he doesn't want to fall ill, but will read to you.
He's got a soothing voice I just know it.
And he's 110% going to put you in a coma from how tired you feel when his voice hits just right.
Or maybe you're just fatigued because of your body waging a war against god-knows what kind of virus.
Will make you all forms of beverages to suit your illness, will also go out of his way to purchase any, after all, he's got the funding.
Will still go to classes, and takes extensive notes for you.
Will also tutor you the content if you're up for it.
Will stroke your hair if it's not sweaty, as a form of comfort.
Will make you feel as loved as possible.
Because that's what you deserve.
Brittney will be appalled.
How did you get sick? More importantly...who got you sick?
She's gonna yell at them.
Or fight them.
Maybe both.
Will buy a bunch of goodies for the both of you.
She can't cook for shit, so she'll just get takeout as food and order a fuckton of cough drops and Panadol.
You're both gonna be painting each others' nails.
And spilling gossip. Oh my god, she always had gossip.
Will give you notes to subjects that are majors, or ones you share.
Other than that can't offer much.
Will sit away from you to not get sick, but she'll 110% be supporting you emotionally.
Will probably give you a massage when you get better.
Idk she gives the vibe that she would.
Is the most aggressively supportive girlfriend ever.
She only wants you to recover ASAP, and to feel as content as someone who's sick can be. <333
Jess will be focused solely on you recovering as swiftly as humanely possible.
Is upset when she finds out you're fallen ill.
She'll drive to her home, grab the best shit she has and drives to your home.
Stays with you for days on end.
You've become her priority now, after all.
Jess is a very devoted (and lonely) girl, what can I say.
Will try and comfort you via reading to you, or listening to you talk about literally anything.
She just loves your company and you. Poor girl's been neglected her whole life.
She'll try her hardest to take care of you, and she does a very good job. (Ask Brittney teehee)
You're more than glad to have her.
And she to have you.
Hyugo will be astounded.
You? Got sick?
Why?
Did someone make you sick???? (if so teehee someone's getting food poisoning~)
He's at your home, with everything.
Literally everything.
Blankets, movies, games, medicine, puns, your favourite food and whatever else he deems necessary.
Will hug you if you're not aggressively sneezing/coughing.
Will watch movies with you on the couch with you lying on his plush fucking thighs.
Says the most stupid shit in Japanese (such as teaching you how to hide a body) and making it sound like flirting.
Tells you jokes and puns to make you feel better, until you laugh too hard that is and almost die.
Will make food for you.
Will ramble on about random shit to you, or listen to you talk (if you can).
Literally just seeing you content is more than enough for him.
Deryl will be SHOOKETH.
He will sprint to your fucking house. He doesn't care.
You're his only priority now.
Will magically appear at your home, and immediately hugs you.
You can be fucking dying, he doesn't care.
You're getting squashed.
Will be asking if you're okay 24/7
Until he realises he forgot to bring food.
Then he runs to get it, along with tablets, Panadol, all that jazz.
Like RUNS.
HE WILL RUN.
HE IS A FAST MOTHERFUCKER.
FAST!!!!!
Then he gets tired, so by the time he gets to the store, gets the food (and the 'goods'), he's gonna just call a fucking cab and crash at your place. (he forgot takeout existed lol)
He doesn't mind, and frankly, neither do you. The food and snacks was awesome (well, what you could eat anyway).
Will try his absolute best to take care of you, but often gets carried away with his energy. Often talks and rambles to you while you happily lay in bed next to him and listen.
Will call Geo or Jess for how to make a warm soup to feed you.
Then it becomes 'we've got Masterchefs at home'.
Shit goes crazy when Deryl's around tbh.
And you're more than happy to enjoy the ride (in more ways than one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)).
#reminder that geo is superior#the kid at the back#tkatb#tkatb vn#geo subaru oogami#geo oogami#crowe ichabod#jericho crowe ichabod#hyugo sugimoto#tkatb x reader#solivan brugmansia#sol brugmansia#jess sitrus#brittney claire#deryl helianthus#tkatb hyugo#tkatb geo#tkatb crowe#tkatb sol#tkatb jess#tkatb deryl#tkatb brittney#IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON#FORGIVE ME#RAAAAAA#also if some of these are short im sorrryyyyyyyy#( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#heeeheee
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its been a whole month. but you know what time it is? thats right.
DAY 6: MARCH 17, 2024
STATS: read for 1 hour 20 minutes (WEAK.) pages read: 1359-1592. 233 pgs slur count: 9 + 3 = 12 (dave, john x2. r slur) silly count: 11 + 1 = 12 (wv about his drawings) (i REALLY feel like i missed some... but whatever.) piss count: 2/3 (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) (dave pissed in his shower)
THOUGHTS: ok i didnt think a lot this round cus its like nearing midnight on a school night so im reading for funsies ok
act 4 has the story bouncing around way more than it did in previous acts. i saw a lot of the exiles today. and a lot of TROLLS! the exiles are so fun today i saw some pm and ar lore and wv pm ar all fought and then they had a meal. and wv and ar are trying to win over pm but she dont care. the WOMEN. panel. so good.
somethin else i reaaally noticed this time around is HOW GOOD HUSSIE WRITES! seriously these kids are talking so naturally its insane. i really like it. theyre so cute. they talk like me and my friends and its really good. hussies a really good writer guys
why did dave say that "i should probably text [john] soon. cus. i love him" why did he say that? and rose's "I know." why? what? im sure this has been read into like a million times but it feels so OUT OF POCKET. why did he SAY THAT? why does rose KNOW? what is anything.
today was the introduction to rose's exile and land. the land of light and rain. the combination of the land and the weird cursive exile and the weird loneliness and silence just really... it really creeps me out ok. "A mother does what's best for her children" with the empty dock with a cut rope and the martini. ugh. "There are footprints in the white sand." oh my god. IT CREEPS ME OUT. its SO QUIET it freaks me. augh. i love you rose
DAVE PEED THIS ROUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the next (and last) on the piss counter is in the middle of act 6 so were gonna be sitting pretty for a damn while. daves kind of a freak to be real. he says "voyeurbot" and "little girl" in the same sentence. why did he say this?
PA HARLEY. PA HARLEY ON LAND OF WIND AND SHADE!!!! WOOOOOO!!!!!!!! oh oh aaaalso jade mentioned her penpal (JAKE!!!) and it got me a little excited. teehee. i looove jake english you dont even know
ummm dave entering the game... hes not in yet. but hes toying with his big machines and he got his totem and the object out. his egg. yeah. i didnt realize he was just playing with all this stuff and hes not even in the medium yet. craaaazy
WE SAW TEREZI THREE TIMES TODAY! THATS SO MUCH! SHES SO CUTE! i literally love terezi i always forget but i love her. shes so cool and silly and cute and the best. her convo with rose (her first one?) is so funny and awesome and ahh i love terezi. she says that the two of them were destined to be hatebuddies cus theyre both seers. ahhh
she also mentions some god tiers during that convo which was crazy. seer of mind. page of breath. knight of blood. maid of time. hussie just had this stuff on lock huh. why TAVROS'S classpect? not like vriskas? i dont know man.
karkat was so dumb today i cant even talk about him. he showed up twice and fumbled so bad. girl you havw GOT to stop being mean to people and yes that includes yourself. i really like karkat too i cant lie. hes so dumb so sweet. i love you karkat
jack noir just straight up gives pm a hit list for her king and queen for no reason. i mean yes there is a reason hes like "lol i do this to everyone wouldnt it be crazy if she was the one to get me their crowns lol" why does he do that? does he just have swords and symbols on lock? hes literally crazy
rose does her cool knitting needle in the monster thing. DAVE AND KANAYA CONVERSATION! i love them bad. rose and tavros is also funny but tavros types so much like a tool i can hardly stand it. im gonna be real i dont really like tavros. hes just not my style sorry
thats it sorry for not reading for a month. maybe ill do more this month haha. maybe maybe not. we will see ;-) thanks
#me#nutzworth hs reread#hoooonk shooooo#i wanted to read some homestuck for my birthday so here i am#spring breaks coming up... maybe ill read then#who knoooose
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Enterprise Season 3 Eps 13-18
Episode 13
Of course they didn't have a backup of the incredibly important data.
Honestly... they really should have sent T'Pol home and lined the ship with the stuff that would stop the _rest of the crew_ from getting fucked up with gravity stuff. This is like... the easiest of the tough decisions they supposedly have to deal with. Putting the whole crew AND the ship at risk just so you can keep one person on board?
It really bothers me that the Andorians use 'pink skin' as a 'slur' towards humans. The assumption of white people as default.
Episode 14
I think they overdo the whole in media res thing where they start an episode in the middle of deceit and then show how they got to that point. Every time an episode starts with Archer not in uniform, it's obvious that there's some kind of deceit happening to keep the audience in the dark too, but that kind of thing only really works if you use it sparingly. Plus the Plot Armor of the crew means Archer being the Last Survivor of anything is laughable.
Episode 15
Ok, there was a line I legit laughed at during Trip and T'Pol's confession scene.
Episode 16
I actually kind of like this one- the deep dive on Phlox and T'Pol and their differences while they're the only ones on the ship awake and slowly going mad. Also "I'm a physician, not an engineer!" I understand that reference.
"Are you suggesting I should read the manual??" lmao. When I was in the Navy, I was what you would call an engineer. I worked in the engine room of an aircraft carrier. We were required to use the manual and go step by step on damn near every little thing we did. Every pump, every machine, pretty much every valve. The only time we didn't operate step-by-step by the book was during a casualty response when we did specific things we trained and drilled on constantly. Hell, sometimes we had one person reading the book out loud while the rest of the people did the work. The manual is written in step-by-step fashion for everything, not a theory text but a how-to guide for start up, shut down, and everything you could expect to do in between.
Episode 17
There it is. Tension between Archer's compassion and Trip's anger. Trip wants to take a torch to the hatchery of Xindi insectoids while Archer wants to save them. This is what I was talking about- this is what they should have been leaning into all along. Reed and Travis are in on it, too. But then when Reed and Travis voice discontent with the decision, Trip's loyalty kicks in and he starts making up reasons why this is a good idea actually.
Oh, nm, it appears that something is causing them to be protective of the eggs, to their detriment. Ok, that's an interesting twist. I wish it didn't come at the expense of them actually doing what they should've done all along because that means this is temporary, but it's interesting for what it is.
I'm sorry... the Eugenic WARS? What?
Oh even more interesting- that really was just Trip's loyalty to the captain. Only the captain is affected.
Episode 18
More Inconsistent!Archer. He could've waited 4 hours to see if Tucker made it back in time before firing on the station that found them.
Archer really needs to stop trying to sacrifice himself. He must not have been a very good chess player. Sacrificing the King means checkmate. I guess it's because he's Starfleet and not military that he's too cowardly to make that decision. He opts to sacrifice himself because he couldn't live with himself afterwards. Aaaand then T'Pol as the acting captain wants to sacrifice herself ahem I mean attempt a diplomatic mission.
When you skip past so much stuff that could fill time (personal and intership fights take like 1 min of screentime, they do a lot of decision making and setup for actions off screen) you end up also fast forwarding through a lot of plot, too... which means you can find a hidden weapon in a huge expanse (teehee) of space in a single season... so if you don't want to wrap up the show at that season finale.... you've gotta redirect and make a new enemy and move the goalposts. I guess that is classic storytelling trope use though... keep making the threat bigger (a first story in a franchise might be about saving a town, the second might be about saving a country, the third about saving the world, etc.). It just feels like it's less about bigger and more about redirecting. It isn't narratively satisfying.
Bet they had fun destroying the set for this episode lmao
Why don't hull breaches have automatic closure protocols? Why does Malcolm always report them then wait for the captain to respond before closing the bulkheads??
The amount of destruction at the end of the episode is almost stressful... except that the show hasn't shown that they'll actually have long-lasting repercussions. Repairs will take a week.
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Hahaha, ooohhhh nooooo….. here we go! The big angst drop I’ve been warning everyone about! CW: ABUSE/I’M VERY SORRY/I JUST STARTED WRITING AND THIS CAME OUT OF IT ALSO THERE IS A CENSORED SWEAR TOO
Text like this: text is Moon thinking/trying to message Sun. Click “keep reading” to read!
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Chapter 12: Punishments
“Hm hm hm!~” the voice laughed.
“What do you want from me?”
“Ooh, someone’s curious!”
The screen in front of Moon flickered, Sun fidgeting and shaking horribly in fear. They were in the daycare, it looked like.
A voice played back from the screen. “Naughty, naughty. You must be punished!” It sounded surprisingly similar to Moon’s voice.
“I-I swear, I d-didn’t mean t-to! Please… don’t h-hurt m-me…” Sun whimpered, frightened.
“WHAT?! WHO WOULD DARE HURT MY SUNSHINE?! I SWEAR, I WILL RIP THEM TO SHREDS!”
“Teehee~”
“AND WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING ABOUT, YOU LUNATIC?!”
…
A pause.
…
“Well, quite ungrateful, really. I suppose you do deserve this punishment after all. Pity.~”
“Punishment?”
“Hehehee!~”
Sunshine, are you alright?
….
…
Error; Message not sent.
“Oooh, did I forget to mention? Oh, silly me. I turned that off.~ >:3”
“You WHAT?!” Moon stares at the screen, at Sun, their Sunshine, who looks terrified out of their mind.
“I-I swear, it w-won’t happen again!” Sun pleaded.
“Oh, I’ll make sure it doesn’t.~” The voice similar to Moon’s cooed.
“What? No, no. You…. You wouldn’t. NO. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT.”
“Oh, don’t worry Moony.~ You don’t have to believe it to see it.~”
The screen crackles as more audio streams out.
“P-please! Don’t! PLEASE!” Sun’s voice yells, pleading desperately as they devolve into tears.
The screen is from the point of view of the thing with a voice similar to Moon’s. A sudden screech of metal comes through the screen, as claws rake across Sun’s chest and arms, and one of the rays is broken off.
Moon can’t keep watching. They cover their ears, trying to block out the sounds of Sun’s screeching, their pain, their pleading. It doesn’t work. It plays over, as if there was no interference at all.
Moon closes their eyes as to no longer see Sun suffering. The screen plays inside their mind instead.
“STOP! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!” Moon cries. “PLEASE! THEY’VE HAD ENOUGH! TOO MUCH! JUST STOP IT ALREADY!!”
“Oh, Moony, Moony, Moony. You gave me the reaction I was looking for.~” Moon hears fingers snap, and suddenly the screen is gone, the audio dissipated.
Moon was crying. Was that real? Surely, it couldn’t have been. Moon would’ve protected Sun from anything.
“Oh, Moony.~ It was all real. Now, down to business. Tell me how to break Freddy’s firewall.”
“F-Freddy’s firewall…? A-as in….”
“Yes, yes.” Their voice was impatient now. “As in his code. Blah, blah, blah, TELL ME F__KING NOW.”
“I-I’m afraid I- I was n-never told i-it.”
The intruder sighs. “Alright.” Fingers snap again. The screen reappears.
“NO! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I’LL TRY TO FIGURE IT OUT! PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT THAT!”
“Oh, Moony. You’re too easy!~” The screen is gone again. Moon breathes a sigh of relief, tears still streaming down.
“H-how am I s-supposed to c-crack a firewall in h-here?”
“Tell me anything and everything about Freddy Fazbear.”
Moon sighs, whispering, “You’re a monster.” before talking. Either the intruder didn’t hear, or just ignored it.
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#dark side of the moon au#fnaf#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#au#security breach moondrop#moondrop#slight angst#cw: abuse#tw: abuse#LOOK I SWEAR I’M VERY VERY SORRY#I JUST STARTED WRITING#AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED#hopefully it’s interesting? aodhdusbsk idk lol#MOON REALLY CARES ABOUT THEIR BROTHER SUN- OKAY?#seeing that happen to Sun would’ve been hell for Moon#I mean…. this au IS called the DARK SIDE of the moon#tw: swearing#I have read worse than this….#BUT I STILL FEEL THE NEED TO APOLOGIZE SO AGAIN#IM VERY SORRY LOL
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Kita Shinsuke : Matchmaker
☽ suna x reader ; 2.6k words
☞ characters mentioned : kita shinsuke, aran ojiro, atsumu miya, osamu miya
☽ fluff, he takes care of you when ur sick ! even tho he’s a menace, kita being an angel
☽ a slight mention of adult themes (its a teasing joke)
☽ notes : hiii i wrote this for a friend and i figured id add it here teehee :))
hey Jesus, i know we don’t talk much but...fuck you. i feel like literal dog shit
You groaned as you shoved yet another tissue in your nose. You were sick, and God forbid it wasn’t the worst cold you’d ever had.
This morning you had pulled on your uniform in a haze; honestly it's a miracle you even made it to school. Aran had stopped you in the hallway when you arrived, putting a hand on your shoulder and placing the back of his palm against your forehead.
He immediately got out his phone and texted someone-presumably Kita, since he was the one most qualified to handle this. The captain had dealt with him and Atsumu both when they were sick so he could surely help you and get you to go the hell home.
You had pushed weakly at Kita when he ushered you towards the entrance of the building, assuring that you were a-o-kay. You ended up making friends with a nearby trashcan and emptying your guts right after the claim. Kita had held your hair back and rubbed your shoulders reassuringly. Afterwards, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to someone. Who? You didn’t know.
Kita had made sure to get you home in one piece. He tucked you into bed, placed a cold rag onto your head, and you think you heard him say something about bringing you soup later. Sleep crept up on you quickly and you were out before he even stepped out the door.
Now you were unfortunately awake, cursing whatever God could hear. This was absolutely awful. A dull throb ran through your skull insistently, mucus clotted your nose and throat, making your breaths uneven and raspy. You wanted to quench the ache in your throat but even the idea of sitting up seemed to drain too much energy, so you laid there in pain.
You assumed it was mid-afternoon. Kita had drawn the curtains above the window closed, leaving the room dark. You were especially grateful for this, for you knew any light would make your eyes hurt.
Your phone lay unchecked on the table face-down. The fear of worsening your headache is what caused it to stay there. Whoever wanted to talk would have to wait. You switched out the tissue in your nose for a fresh one, groaning again.
You wanted to take a shower so bad. You hated getting sick because you felt disgusting and knew you looked it too. Embarrassment bloomed when the events from this morning played in your mind.
Aran’s gonna joke about that for weeks.
A soft knock from the door drew you away from your thoughts. That’s probably Kita. A hoarse “come in” fell from your chapped lips and you internally cringed at how awful you sounded, even if it was just your childhood friend.
“You look like shit.”
That was not Kita.
“Suna? what the fuck?”
“Shut Up. You’re going to hurt your throat worse.”
Is this what I get for saying fuck you? I apologize so much anything but this please
“You’ve gone through two boxes of tissues already? Kita wasn’t lying, damn.”
You turned your head away from Suna’s voice, attempting to cover your sick-stricken face. Out of all people. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Suna- the two of you actually got along (if you count bickering back and forth all the time getting along). The problem was you happened to have a humongous crush on him.
The wing spiker had gotten on your nerves at first- smirks hidden behind a hand, foot sticking out to trip you in the hallway, drawing on your notes- he was almost unbearable. But as the both of you got older, you started returning his remarks, nudging him lightly into lockers, laughing at the twins together and sharing footage of their stupid fights.
Your crush had crept up on you almost unknowingly until one day he slung an arm over your shoulder and shot you one of his signature smirks and you were gone. It was infuriating, to say the least.
“Earth to y/n, hello y/n.”
“What.”
“Ah-ah, no speaking, remember?” You shot him a glare, receiving that smirk yet again. You cursed at the butterflies swarming your stomach.
Infuriating.
“You’re shivering.”
It was a simple comment. You realized after a beat that he was right and pulled the blanket farther up your body. He sat down the bag he held in his hand and made his way over to your bed. You squirmed in protest, trying to scooch away from his outstretched hand. Your actions caused Suna’s brows to furrow, a small line creasing on his forehead.
“I’m just going to check if you still have a fever,” he whispered, moving forward despite your futile attempts at moving away. You gave in, allowing him to gently place his hand on your forehead.
He wasn’t terribly close, he had been closer to you before this, but this felt different. More intimate.
“You’re burning up,” he said, leaning back with a sigh. “Sit tight, I’ll start a bath for you.”
You tried to keep your swarming thoughts at bay with no luck. Your crush, Suna Rintaro, is drawing a bath for you. A bath. He’s taking care of you.
Why is he being so nice? This has to be a set up, or Kita probably forced him. There’s no other way he would willingly be doing this...is there? You shut down the thought as quickly as it came. No sense in getting flustered over nothing. No need to fuel your growing crush.
You weren’t fit to complain anyways. The exact thing you wanted is being done right now, so you did as you were told, slightly sitting up to fetch yet another tissue. The pounding in your head still hadn’t ceased and a sudden cough racked your body. You wanted to cry- and you didn’t cry often. But you felt horrible.
“Hey, you okay?”
Apparently you hadn’t held up your facade well enough because a look of concern washed over Suna’s face the instant he stepped back into the room. You shook your head lightly in response to his question, feeling tears welling up behind your eyelids in spite of your attempts to keep them at bay.
The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of Suna. It was practically a death wish. You could imagine the jokes and poking laughter he would send your way over the next few weeks, and it made you feel even worse.
“Hey, hey now, look at me.”
The words were whispered closer to you than you anticipated. Suna had sat down on the edge of your bed while you were caught up in your thoughts, that same line present between his brows. You fought the urge to touch it, facing away from him again and reaching up to wipe your eyes.
“I’m fine.” That instigated a scoff.
“No you’re not. Now c’mon, let’s get you into the bath. You’ll feel better.”
Right. A bath. Despite the fact that Suna’s presence was wearing you thin, a bath sounded great. The only problem was, you knew you were too weak to walk to your bathroom across the hall. It took so much energy to even sit up, much less actually get on your feet.
Suna must have sensed something was wrong because in mere seconds he was lifting the heavy blanket off of your body and moving closer. Your breath hitched when he moved one strong arm under your back and another under your knees, eyes concentrated.
“Put your arm around my neck,” Suna murmured. You failed to notice the blush that had lifted to his ears because your own was blossoming on your face, making your already warm cheeks heat up even more.
This is purgatory.
You did as he said, lightly wrapping your arm up his shoulder and around his neck. He picked you up in one smooth motion, shocking you. You knew he worked out because of volleyball, but jesus christ. Your head throbbed in protest to the movement, and you winced involuntarily.
“Sorry, shouldn’t have moved so fast.”
“S’fine.”
Your heart was beating frantically in your chest from the proximity. You were so close you could see the long eyelashes that framed his eyes, light traces of black eyeliner around the corners. You saved that in the back of your mind to ask about later.
Suna carried you into the bathroom and placed you gently on the counter. You pushed away the noise of protest that you wanted to let out from the loss of contact. No need to embarrass yourself even more.
“I’ll get you some clothes and leave them outside, take as long as you want.”
You murmured a small thank you as you watched him move towards the door. You hated that you missed him already.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be here the whole time.”
“Like I care.”
“Yea, okay princess.”
You glared at him as he closed the door behind him with a small chuckle. Princess. You fumed at the reaction you had to the pet name.
This is horrible. I’m horrible. I’ll just blame it on him. Him and that stupidly hot smirk.
The bath became increasingly inviting as you sat, eventually leading you to strip of your dirty clothes and step into the warm water. It felt amazing. After a few minutes you felt your eyes begin to droop, the steam luring you to sleep.
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You didn’t know how long you had slept but judging by the temperature of the water, at least 15 minutes, maybe longer. The water hadn’t cooled completely but had lost its comfortable warmth. Begrudgingly you stepped out of the water and dried off.
You wrapped the towel around yourself and padded towards the door, opening it to retrieve the clothes Suna said he left for you. Just like he said, a small stack of clothes laid on the floor. You grabbed them and faced back towards the sink, wincing at your reflection in the mirror.
You really did look awful. Embarrassment settled into your bones again as you unfolded the clothes to put them on. A small part of your brain pointed out that they were big, too big to be your clothes, but a fit of coughs cut off your train of thought.
A knock came from the door. “Y/n? You okay?”
“Ye-“ Another cough broke off your sentence.
“Knock twice if you’re dressed.”
A small smile crept up on your face at the thought of Suna being considerate. You knocked on the door twice signaling him that it was okay for him to come in. A moment later it opened. Suna was holding what seemed to be a cup of tea in his hands and you reached for it with a sigh.
“Lavender, right?” You halted in your movements.
“Yea...how did you-“
“I pay attention.”
Your face flushed. His gaze never faltered from your face. How did he say that so casually?
“You look good in my clothes.”
So that’s why they were big. You looked in the mirror again, eyes locking in on the large “Inarizaki Volleyball” plastered on the front of the black material.
“Should wear ‘em more often.”
“Shut- shut up.”
“Mhm, okay. Feelin’ better?” You nodded.
“A little. Still feel like shit.”
“Look it, too.”
“Thanks, asshole.”
A light chuckle escaped him and he moved closer towards you. Something felt different. You noticed his eyes linger on you longer, many lapses of silence filled the spaces where playful arguing usually was.
“Cap texted me and asked to bring you soup, he had to do some more shit before he came over.”
“Hm.”
“What do you mean, hm?”
You didn’t get it. Why of all people would Kita send Suna to tend to you? What about Aran? Osamu? Hell, even Atsumu would have been higher on the list than Suna. Maybe…
“That bastard.”
“Woah now, what did Cap do to you?”
Kita was one of the only people who knew about your crush. Of course he would pull some strings to get Suna to come over. That little-
“Hey now pretty thing, don’t frown too much. You’ll get wrinkles.”
It was then you noticed a light touch on your forehead, right in between your eyebrows. Suna was rubbing the space there, just like you had wanted to do to him.
You hoped Suna couldn’t tell how fast your heart was beating or just how much you knew you were blushing.
After a moment of silence Suna still hadn’t removed the touch on your face. He met your eyes, slowly moving to cup your cheek.
“Why are you here, Rin?” His thumb stroked your cheek with a feather-like graze and you swore you saw his eyes flit downwards to your lips. “To take care of you, of course.”
“You’re going to catch my cold.”
“You’ll just have to pay me back later, yeah?”
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the corners of his mouth edging upwards.
what the fuck did i do to deserve this?
You pushed his hand away and looked away from his gaze. You could manage standing from afar and pining, sure, but what you couldn’t deal with was Suna messing around with you like this. You ignored the ache in your chest, choosing to cover it up by reaching for another tissue.
“Y/n.” You ignored him.
“Y/n, look at me.” You braced your arms on the bathroom sink with a sigh.
“What, Suna.”
“Rin. It’s Rin, to you.” You scoffed.
“Why am I any different than anyone else?”
“Because…”
You turned to face him again, confusion and slight annoyance bubbling under your skin. “Because what?” Suna groaned and ran a hand over his face. “You’re so oblivious.”
Okay, now you were annoyed.
“Oblivious? How am I oblivious?”
“Because you haven’t realized how different you are.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you fucking messing with me Suna? Look, I’m in no mood for your stupid games-“
“Would you shut up for one second and think.”
You leaned back against the sink with a cough, wincing as another throb of pain shot through your head. Any traces of anger or annoyance vanished from Suna’s face in an instant. He left the bathroom and you heard him rustling through the bag he left in your room. He returned with a bottle of pills and an ice pack.
“Here. Take these.” You took the small pills from his outstretched hand and washed them down with the now lukewarm tea. “Have you thought about it?” You rolled your eyes dramatically, placing your hand under your chin to mock a thinking position. “No, I don’t think I have.” He rolled his eyes in return. “Fine. Would I be doing this for anyone else? Hm?”
It’s a good point. One you didn’t bother thinking about. Sure, maybe he would do it for his teammates, but that was a hard maybe. He just wasn’t the caretaker type, much less with someone he wasn’t close with. You realized the implication behind his words in an instant.
“You...you like me?”
“‘Bout time you figured that out, sweetheart.”
All of the moments between you two passed through your mind in a frenzy, and you started to laugh. It was hysterical, really. All this time you just knew Suna could never like you back.
i take it back. thank you. sorry for saying fuck you
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He scoffed, “And risk losing my appearance? Hell no,” he said, sending you that damn smirk again.
“You are a menace, Rintaro.”
“Yea, but I’m your menace. You’re stuck with me.”
“That’s horrifying.”
“Oh shush, ya love me.”
“Yea, yea. Now, get me back in my bed. I need to sleep.”
“Inviting me to bed already? Wow y/n.”
“I hate you.” He reached over and pecked your cheek.
“Hate you, too.”
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#fanfic#suna rintarō#suna x reader#suna rinatro#suna x you#hq fluff#haikyuu x reader
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I MEAN I JUST DONT WANNA BOTHER YOU AT LIKE RANDOM HOURS OF THE DAY. LIKE KT DOESNT SEEM FAIR
I’ll just try and cram as many questions as I can here-
Do you get good grades or bad grades? Like do you gotta study? If yea is it hard??
WHATS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR
FAVORITE PLACE TO HANGOUT??
How observant would you say you are??
Favorite gifts to receive??
Any nicknames for Tanaka?? Friendly or not? Like in a teasing way or endearing
Are you an extrovert. I feel like you are but I have to check-
Favorite food and/or drink?
Idk how much info I’m gonna need sorry for all the questions (there might be more) I’m not much of a planner when I write so it’ll be a surprise what I do-
HDFNJSDNF THESE ARE ALL VERY NICE QUESTIONS AND NO YOU ARE NOT BOTHERING ME PLS IM I FEEL SO FLATTERED YOU WANNA ASK THESETHINGS WHY ARE MY HANDS SHAKING CALM DONW
good grades, i'd say. i'm a tryhard. i always work my hardest. i haven't gotten a B since Grade 6. and yeees i do study in subjects where study material is actually provided or i find that i don't understand it otherwise, you'll definitely see me sitting at my desk with a binder or textbook on my lap with loud music blasting from my laptop. BUT YEAH IT'S HARD??? I CAN'T FOCUS VERY WELL DUDE
MY FAVOURITE COLOUR CHANGES SO OFTEN BUT I REALLY LIKE GREEN RIGHT NOW IN CASE THAT'S NOT OBVIOUS. ALSO ORANGE AND PURPLE. secondary colours 🤤🤤🤤 BUT ALSO NEUTRAL COLOURS?? OR JUST NICE COLOUR PALETTES?? OR JUST WHEN COLOURS
WHEN THEY. WHEN COLOURS.
FAVOURITE PLACE TO HANG OUT?? NOT IN A CROWD S'IL VOUS PLAIT but i do like being around people i'm comfy with, yk, vcs, going on walks, texting, and BRO if i lived in a different place you bet i would be the kind of person to meet people at a park DSKHA
i'd say i'm fairly observant? i'm not clueless, i am pretty good at evaluating my environment while keeping in mind that if i'm in a new space it's okay to not understand everything at first? i can tell a lot about a person from the way they talk and i'm very interested in psychology (i also overanalyze a lot -- you get that andjksna)
FAVOURITE GIFTS TO RECIEVE??? OKAY WELL I DISCOVERED YESTERDAY THAT THE BEST THING EVER IS JUST GENUINE AFFECTION. PEOPLE CHOOSING TO SPEAK IN THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE. people who offer to help out because they want to, people who send long ass paragraphs of encouragement because they wanna express their love and support, people who pay attention to interests so that they can give a gift that's just right aND that they enjoy coming up with. people who just wanna be around the person they love because they appreciate them. i just think it's neat.
nicknames for TANAKA stop i would call him absolutely anything UM BUT YEAH I WOULD GENUINELY CALL HIM "DUDE" A LOT AND IF HE SPOKE TO ME IN THE SAME WAY I WOULD DIE/pos 😍 being comfortable enough with your girlfriend to call her "bro" is SEXY AF so yeah nothing super special 'xcept for maybe "lovey" TEEHEE BYE also no matter how bad the nickname may sound it will be endearing
UHHH i'm an ambivert OR a people-loving introvert. i would DIE without people but they exhaust me easily because it's just so much work to converse with ppl 'n' stuff. but i love listening. people are NEAT.
FAVOURITE FOOD OR DRINK? ANYTHING WITH FRUITS N VEGETABLES IS NICE LIKE I'M A SUCKER FOR SALADS OR SANDWICHES ANDDDD also that leads me to my bread obsession *clears throat* um yeah i was never in a bread cult. not even once.
GN I FEEL LIKE I SAID TOO MUCH BUT I FEEL SAFE ON THIS BLOG TO TALK AWHILE BECAUSE IT'S MY PERSONAL SAFE SPACE. also that's why i probably come across as extroverted? because i'm comfortable here? and when i'm comfortable i can be LOUD and VERY ANNOYING DSHKFLHD
#🤨— lei#☆— you & myself.#im in love with u#for asking questions like these#yes#ugh#brb ill cry#in a good way
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forget you not (ii)
your voice a serenade and it sings to my heart (or: concerts, closure, and an la sidewalk)
word count: just under 4k
a/n: part 2 of forget you not is here! again, i didn’t write any of the songs mentioned herein; all credit for the music in this story goes to little mix. links as always to the songs mentioned in this part: x, x, x, x. if you like what i do, consider buying me a coffee! it’s never obligatory but the support would certainly be appreciated. if you can’t/don’t want to donate, don’t worry about it!! i’m just grateful people take the time to read my work!
warnings: more angst teehee, an obscene amount of italic text
previous part: here
Your break seemed to pass in no time, and then it was time for mic check. You noted Courtney and Shayne sitting in the front row and wondered silently if God was punishing you for something you’d done. Maybe this was karma from a past life.
Doing your best not to look at him, and pushing down the absurd hope that he’d be looking back at you if you did, you went through mic check as quickly as possible and made your way back into the safety of the dressing room. With mic check done, the concert would begin in less than an hour, and you were starting to reconsider singing Towers. The front row of the arena was close enough to the stage that you’d be able to see him even with all the stage lights, and you weren’t sure you could sing the song if you had to actually look him in the eye while you did it. It was one thing to know he was in the room, another entirely to actually watch his reactions.
But Carly had already gotten Michelle to coordinate with the sound people and the backup dancers, and you didn’t want to have to force them to go back on all that. You couldn’t back out now.
That knowledge weighed on you up to the start of the show, and then you got your game face on. You had no time to dwell on Shayne once you were out of the dressing room, doing warmups as you made your way to the lift below the stage, performing your pre-show ritual which involved some call-and-response singing and a lot of hugs, and then getting into position on the lift which would bring you up from beneath the stage floor.
You could already hear the audience cheering and talking, and you felt your heart skip a beat at the sound of it. You counted out the beats in your head as the intro music started, the lights began to flash, the dancers got into place, and the lift began to rise.
“Make way for the G-O-double-D-E-S-S.” The mantra of your newest album, and the way you began your show. The band harmonized this phrase a few times before the song, and the concert, began in earnest.
It went well. You were right; you could just make out Shayne’s face even through all the stage lights. But for the first few songs, you were so occupied with remembering your choreography and making sure you sounded good that you could sort of forget he was there.
And then it was time for Towers, and your heart fell into your stomach.
“We’ve got a little bit of a treat for you tonight,” Alexis said. The audience quieted slightly as she spoke, obviously wanting to know what she was talking about. “We’re gonna take it back a little bit. We haven’t sung this live in quite some time, so forgive us if it’s a bit rusty.”
You heard the familiar drumbeat of Towers begin to play. The audience started screaming immediately, obviously recognizing the song right away, and you grinned despite your nerves. For the time being, you managed to keep your eyes off of Shayne. You focused instead on Carly as she began to sing the first verse of the song.
And then it was your verse, and you stared out at the sea of nondescript shapes that made up the majority of the audience; you could only see the first few rows before they became dark, vaguely person-shaped forms. “It’s a shame, you’re to blame, ‘cause once you owned my heart,” you sang. It sounded a little wobbly, but overall it was okay.
You made it through the first line of your verse before your eyes betrayed you. You couldn’t stop yourself any longer; you looked at Shayne.
He was staring directly at you. You couldn’t make out much of his expression, but it seemed… pained, like he was sad.
The sound died in your throat and you heard the audience murmur as you stopped singing. You looked from Shayne to the rest of the audience and then to Carly, who was nodding in an attempt to be encouraging. You took a deep, shuddery breath, frantically trying to get your shit together. You could hear the audience trying to help you by singing the lyrics you were missing, and you were vaguely aware of Alexis and Piper holding their microphones out to the crowd in encouragement, but everything was sort of blurry.
You kept your eyes locked on Carly. You would not look at Shayne. You couldn’t. You knew that he was hearing you, and that would just have to be enough. You opened your mouth to sing again.
“I still feel love when I see your face, but all these tears I can’t erase.” Luckily, you had only missed a couple of bars of the song and were able to pick up just about where you had left off. You hoped the audience would just chalk it up to what Alexis said before the song started; it had been a while since you’d sang Towers live. “Sorry heart, I’m sorry heart but we’ll have to start again.”
And then, like an angel from heaven on high, Piper began to sing. You had a momentary reprieve to collect yourself and take a deep breath. Since performing this song was so impromptu, there was no choreography for you to remember, nothing to think about as Piper sang her bit.
The second chorus was yours, and you weren’t sure what came over you but you looked at Shayne again as you began to sing and this time, you didn’t stop. You didn’t look away. Maybe it was all the pent-up emotion finally being released, or maybe it was just the energy in the room making you braver than you might’ve normally been, but you held his gaze through the chorus: “you never brought me flowers, never held me in my darkest hours. And you left it so late that my heart feels nothing, nothing in towers. Once we were made like towers. Everything could’ve been ours, but you left it too late, now my heart feels nothing, nothing at all.”
You felt a tear drip down your cheek as you sang, but you forced yourself to push through it. You were sure the audience had probably noticed the shaky quality of your voice by now.
You continued to look at Shayne while Alexis began singing the bridge. You thought you saw him reach up and wipe at his face like he was wiping away a tear, but that was probably a trick of the stage lights. It had to be. Why would he be crying?
As the final chorus began and Piper belted out her high notes, you watched him in sort of a daze. He reached up to swipe at his cheek again, and then he stood up and started walking toward the exit. You lost him in the crowd almost immediately.
If that was what closure was supposed to feel like, then closure was pretty fucking useless.
***
The evening air hit Shayne like a freight train as he stumbled out of the arena and into the night. He took in a gulp of air and wiped at the tears on his cheeks, letting out a pitiful noise of frustration and anguish. He sat on the edge of the sidewalk. He bowed his head between his knees, ran his hands through his hair, and tried to remember how to breathe.
It had been going alright, all things considered. He felt a little bit like he was getting the shit beat out of him as he watched you grind on backup dancers and sing about love and moving on and strength and how you didn’t need a man, but other than that he’d been having fun; the show was good, not just from a musical standpoint but from a technical standpoint as well. He could tell that you and your bandmates had put countless hours into learning dance routines on top of singing everything, which was really impressive. Costumes and special effects made the show feel complete.
And you had been utterly ethereal, silhouetted by stage lights and grinning as you walked around the stage like you owned it. It had seemed, for a while, that you were having the time of your life. That you’d forgotten he was even there.
Your bandmate -- Alexis or Piper, he couldn’t be positive which -- said you were doing an older song, and Courtney reached out to grab his forearm like she’d just won the lottery. When the intro started playing, she shot out of her seat to sing along. For the first few seconds, it was fine. Just another song.
When you started to sing, though, you looked at him, and he felt his heart ripped from his chest and stomped into the ground like it meant nothing. You seemed so sad, so angry, so accusatory. And you had every right to be, he knew.
But it was when you stopped singing, when you made that little sound that he knew meant you were about to cry, it was then that the room slowed and shrank around him. The air was punched out of his lungs and he couldn’t seem to get any more. He felt like his world had gone off-kilter, like he was careening at lightspeed into the sun.
You tore your eyes away from him and looked at Carly, who nodded at you. You seemed to find your voice again, and oh, it was like fire curling out from his ribs and up into his throat. He was utterly transfixed by you; he couldn’t look away even as one of your other bandmates began to sing.
“You never bought me flowers,” you sang, and you were looking at him again, all that sadness and fire behind your eyes. He felt his throat spasm around a sob, felt his eyes burn. “Never held me in my darkest hours.” God, you were right; he’d fucked up so monumentally. “And you left it so late that my heart feels nothing, nothing in towers.” This was when the tears started to fall.
The rest of your words were sort of a blur. All he could focus on was your eyes boring into his.
Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up and rushed out, and now here he was, close to hyperventilation on a gross LA sidewalk.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Courtney asking where he’d gone, making sure he was okay. He typed back that he had just needed to get some air. He was grateful when she didn’t reply.
In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how long he sat on that sidewalk. He didn’t want to go back inside. He wasn’t sure if he could see you without dissolving into tears all over again. He wanted to go home; or, even better, he wanted to go to Damien’s and cry on his couch and eat ice cream until he couldn’t think straight. But he knew Courtney would be worried and disappointed if he left early, and she would push him for a reason, and he couldn’t tell her. This was her favorite band.
He didn’t want to change her opinion just because he was still pining over a relationship that ended years ago.
He sniffled, stood up, and dusted off his jeans. Before he went back inside, he sent Damien a text asking if he could come over after the concert. Damien’s answer came quickly; sure, he wasn’t busy. Shayne let out a sigh of relief and made his way back into the arena.
You didn’t look at him for the rest of the show.
***
Luckily, the concert ended sooner rather than later. You and your bandmates waved and called goodbyes as you disappeared beneath the stage floor. Shayne, anxious to get out of the arena, was out of his seat as soon as the house lights turned back on. He rocked up on the balls of his feet while Courtney gathered her stuff.
Once she was ready to go, Shayne began pushing through the crowds toward the exit. It took a while, but he finally managed to get out of the building with Courtney in tow.
“So, did you like it?” she asked as they walked back to their cars. Shayne stuffed his hands into his pockets and did his best not to look like a kicked puppy.
“Yeah, it was pretty good,” he said.
“I thought it was great. I was so surprised when they sang Towers; it’s one of my favorite songs by them. And they all sounded so great, too.”
Shayne tuned her out for most of the walk, too deep in his own feelings to give Courtney his full attention. Once they made it back to their cars, they hugged and went their separate ways.
He’d never been so anxious to get to Damien’s.
He was greeted, as usual, by the cats. They meowed up at him and twined around his legs, almost like they knew he was upset. He leaned down to scratch behind their ears. Damien shouted a greeting from the kitchen.
Shayne didn’t respond, just toed off his shoes and went to sit down on the couch. He leaned back against the throw pillows and closed his eyes for a while, lulled into a sort of trance by the sound of the sink running in the kitchen.
Shayne turned up on Damien’s doorstep with hunched shoulders and red-rimmed eyes. He reached for the doorknob and, as Damien had said he would, found it unlocked. Zelda and Freyja swarmed around his legs as he entered, purring and twining around him. He smiled softly down at them but didn’t stoop to pet them. He was pretty sure if he crouched to their level he wouldn’t be able to get back up; the exhaustion and sadness and disappointment in his system felt so intense, so bone-deep and pervasive, that he was fairly certain he might keel over unconscious any second.
He shuffled over to the couch and collapsed onto it, groaning into one of the throw pillows. He’d only been there for a minute or so when Damien emerged from the bathroom. Shayne heard his friend suck in a sharp inhale at the sight of him and realized that Damien probably hadn’t heard him come in. “Sorry,” he said, “didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s fine,” Damien replied. “I just didn’t realize you’d get here so fast. You want something to drink?”
Shayne thought for a second and then decided against it. “No,” he replied. “I’m not thirsty.”
Damien didn’t respond, though Shayne did hear his footsteps receding into the kitchen. He came back after a few seconds with a bottle of water. Once he had made himself comfortable on the couch and taken a long drag of said water, he peered at Shayne for a long moment. Shayne didn’t look back at him; he was fixated on a point off to Damien’s left, and he was only half-aware of his surroundings, anyway. He didn’t need to look at Damien’s face to know what he’d find there: confusion, disappointment, probably some anger.
“What happened?” Damien asked. That question was almost worse than the uncomfortable silence.
“I don’t know,” Shayne replied, and it wasn’t a lie. “I don’t… dude, I don’t fucking know. I panicked, I ended things, and she just… she just left. She didn’t even try to fight it.”
“Please tell me that’s not you trying to blame her for this,” Damien said, and Shayne could hear the anger creeping steadily further into his voice. He squeezed his eyes shut, scrubbed a hand over his face, and reached for the water bottle. He downed the rest of it and set it on the end table. With the water gone, he sat up and turned so that he could face Damien.
“I’m not. It’s my fault. I’m not stupid enough to try to deny that.”
“Well, you’re stupid enough to end a three-year relationship for no good goddamn reason, so at this point, I’m not a hundred percent sure where all of your brain cells have fucked off to.”
Shayne grimaced at the biting words as if Damien had taken a physical swing at him, unable to help the wounded sound that lodged itself in his throat. He didn’t try to fight it, though. Damien was right.
There was a moment of tense silence. Damien sighed and shook his head, and then his form softened; his shoulders relaxed and some of the ire left his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That was harsh. I just… I’m just confused, dude. I thought you guys were happy. This is kind of coming out of nowhere.”
“The other day, we talked about getting married. And we both agreed that it was something we wanted.”
Damien’s brow furrowed. “Oh… kay?” he said slowly, sounding out each vowel. “That kind of proves my point, Shayne.”
“Today, I got home and she was sitting on the couch and she asked me how my day was and I panicked. Suddenly, it was just… too much. And I started talking before I could think about it. And from there it was like I was completely out of control, like I couldn’t shut myself up. The look on her face… that look is gonna haunt my fucking dreams. And by the time I realized what I had done, by the time I was about to get down on my knees and beg her to stay, she was gone.”
Another long few seconds of silence. Shayne realized with a start that he was crying. He took a shuddering breath and wiped at the tears on his cheeks.
“I’m scared, Dames,” he continued. “She didn’t fight it. She just… she just packed a bag and went. Maybe she wanted this, maybe she was waiting to tell me. Maybe she wasn’t happy. Maybe that’s why she didn’t fight.”
Damien looked at him like he had grown a second head. “You’re crazy, Shayne. She was… she is so utterly in love with you. Think about the shit you’ve gone through together. Do you honestly believe that she would’ve stuck around this long if she wasn’t happy with you?”
“I texted her after she left,” Shayne said. “Right before I texted you. I apologized and asked if we could talk more. She hasn’t responded.”
“Can you blame her?” Damien asked. Shayne shrugged feebly. “She’s probably with Carly right now. I’d bet any money Carly told her not to answer, and that’s probably for the best. Wait at least until tomorrow and give her a call. You both need a little time to calm down, but you can still fix this.”
Shayne nodded, but he knew deep down that it was done. You were done.
Shayne was startled out of his memories as, in the present, Damien sat down on the couch next to him. He opened his eyes and looked at his best friend, and he knew without having to see himself that he had the same expression as he’d had five years ago; shocked, distant, utterly devastated.
“You okay, man?” Damien asked. Shayne scrubbed his hand over his face and let out a long, frustrated sigh. “That bad?”
“You’ll never guess who I ran into today,” Shayne began. Damien didn’t say anything, just sort of cocked his head as a sign for Shayne to continue. “Y/N, of all people.”
Damien perked up at the mention of your name, but then shrank back down and made a sympathetic sound in the back of his throat. “Was she at the concert or something?”
“Oh, not only was she at the concert,” Shayne said. He surged upward so that he was sitting up straight, feeling a surge of frustration course through him. “No, she’s in the fucking band.”
Damien’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped into a sort of shocked “oh” shape. Shayne nodded and threw his hands in the air for emphasis.
“So not only am I caught completely off guard seeing her again during the photo op or whatever, but then I’ve gotta watch her for the whole concert. And she sang this song that I just --” his voice died in his throat as he remembered the look on your face, that same look from years ago, so wholeheartedly hurt.
“I’m sorry, Shayne,” Damien said. It was clear that he wasn’t sure what to do. “Do you wanna talk more or do you wanna take your mind off it?”
Shayne sighed again. “I think I just need a distraction. Let’s find a comedy special or something to watch.”
Damien nodded and turned the TV on, scrolling through Netflix until he found something they agreed upon. Shayne drifted in and out of sleep for a while, exhausted from the emotional whiplash of the day, before he finally passed out on Damien’s couch.
***
He woke up to a sharp pain in his neck and the smell of bacon frying in the kitchen.
“Morning,” Damien greeted him as he entered. “Figured I’d make some breakfast.”
Shayne nodded his thanks and went to the fridge for some water, and then he sat down on a stool at the breakfast counter. His phone was almost dead, but there was just enough power to make sure he hadn't missed anything important. He checked his texts, listened to a voicemail from his dentist’s office about an upcoming appointment, and then scrolled through his emails.
There was one in his work inbox which caught his eye; the filming schedule for the upcoming week. He clicked on the email and scrolled down until he got to the attached document. At the top, Monday, he and Damien would be filming a guest Try Not to Laugh. When his eyes scanned across the page to see who the guest was, his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.
There, written in clear, bold print, was the name of your band.
And Shayne’s lungs were caving in all over again.
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The Intern - Part 3
Part 1 Part 2
summary: You are an intern at MSG, strictly forbidden to become involved with any of the Rangers. However, this becomes difficult when you catch the eye of a certain player. Word count: 2.3k
warning: nothing really just like alcohol mentions I guess and no proof reading teehee
“Good morning,” A voice chirped, pulling you from your sleep. You let out a loan groan as Jess jumped on to your bed.
“I’m trying to sleep,” you grumbled, trying to pulled the blankets over your head.
“You’ve slept long enough I need to know what happened last night,” Jess said, nudging your shoulder.
“I definitely have not slept long enough,” you replied.
“I got bagels,” Jess singsonged.
That got your attention. “Alright, I’m coming,” you sighed, kicking the covers off. Jess jumped up in excitement and you followed her out to the kitchen. Just as she promised, there was a bag of fresh bagels waiting for you.
“Bribery is a new low for you,” you said, digging through to find an everything one.
“But it worked,” Jess noted, “So some on, spill.”
“Well I am happy to report that Chris is in fact single,” You told her as you spread a layer of cream cheese over you bagel.
“As delighted as I am by this news you know that’s not what I wanna hear about,” Jess replied, pointing the butter knife at you.
“There really isn’t much to tell,” you shrugged.
Jess rolled her eyes, “Every time you say there isn’t much to tell, a shit ton of things happened.”
You sighed and gave her the run down, even though you thought it was uneventful. At least it would satisfy her. “And then we shared an Uber home. See not much to tell,” you finished.
“You’re so naive its precious,” Jess replied, “He obviously likes you.”
“It doesn’t matter how he feels, it just can’t happen,” you replied, “And I appreciate him respecting that.”
“Okay fine I will give him that, it’s cool of him to not push it,” Jess nodded, “All the more reason you should bang him though. Sounds like a greta guy.”
“You’re hopeless,” You laughed, shaking your head, “But he is a great guy, I really li-” You tried to stop yourself before you gave her ammo but it was too late.
“Oohhh you like him,” Jess grinned.
“Oh please,” you tossed a napkin at her, “You know what I meant.”
“Sure... sure,” Jess laughed.
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The next few weeks you were riding a high. Being at MSG was significantly less stressful when you didn’t feel like you had to dodge one of the players. You were getting along great with guys and Lias never tried anything with you. You really appreciated him respecting your boundaries, and you were starting to develop a great friendship.
On top of that your workload was increasing, but in a good way. You got to be more hands on, and even write up a few posts on your own. It was really great to feel like Beth trusted you and thought you were doing well.
“Hey great game today Lias,” you said as he was packing up his things. The rangers had a come from behind win today, with Lias scoring the goal that put them over the edge.
“Thanks,” he smiled, “Definitely needed that. By the way, did Mika mention his Halloween party to you?”
“Um no I don’t think so.” You got told a lot of things from a lot of different people while you were here, but you were sure you would remember Mika mentioning his Halloween party.
“Guess I’m beating him to the punch, but he wanted to invite you. It’s this weekend at his place and you’re welcome to bring a friend. Costumes are a must though,” Lias told you.
“That sounds great I’d love to,” you replied, however it dawned on you this could be crossing a line and you wanted to check with Beth first. “I gotta make sure I have nothing else though, can I text you later to let you know for sure?” You didn’t wanna admit you had to ask your boss for permission.
“Yeah of course.” Lias took your phone and entered in his number. You chuckled to yourself as you were walking away realizing he made his contact name “Lias my favorite ranger Andersson.” It was sort of juvenile, but somehow from him it was charming.
“Hey Beth can I ask you something?” you asked as you stepped into her office.
“Sure, what is it?” she asked, looking up from the papers on her desk.
“So I was sorta invited to a Halloween party at Mika’s but I didn’t know if I was allowed to go?” you explained shyly. It felt so stupid coming out of your mouth.
Beth laughed, “I'm not your mother, y/n, you don't have to ask me permission to go out.”
“I know, but I just didn’t want to cross a line or anything. I didn’t want you to think I was trying to get around the rules,” you told her.
“The rules are against romantic relationships. Believe me, I wasn’t an intern that long ago, I know it’s fun to get asked to do stuff with players. You work hard and should be able to enjoy the perks. If it’s a big group thing, I don’t see the problem with it,” Beth replied.
“Thank you, that makes me feel a lot better,” you said.
“Of course,” Beth said, “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, I trust you and I know you wouldn’t do anything to break that. Besides, the more the players like you, the better answers I get when you’re around. It’s a win win for me.”
“Glad I can help,” you laughed. With that, Beth told you you were free to go for the night.
You practically ran home, eager to tell Jess about it. “You’re kidding?” she squealed.
“Nope! You’re finally gonna meet Chris,” you told her.
“Oh thank god past Jess had the foresight to take off Halloween. This was all meant to be,” Jess gushed.
You smiled, sharing in excitement as you pulled out your phone to let Lias know you would be able to go. Within minutes he replied:
Can’t wait to see you
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The day of the party you had butterflies in your stomach and you didn’t really know why... Well you knew why but you were going to ignore that. Instead, you put your energy into getting ready. You and Jess chose to be a devil and angel, you being the devil and her the angel. The costumes were basic, red dress for you and white for her with horns and a halo. It was the best it was going to get with such last minute plans. You did feel really hot in it, though, and really that’s all that matters.
“Oh wow we are both getting some tonight,” Jess said as you checked yourselves over one last time before heading out.
“No you are, I will be cheering you on from the corner,” you reminded her.
She grinned, “We’ll see about that.” She should be the one dressed as a devil.
The Uber to Mika’s place wasn’t too long and boy were your floored by his apartment. Of course you knew it would be nice, but wow, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what the rent on the thing was. It didn’t feel too crowded despite the amount of people present; a miracle for a New York City apartment party.
“Hey! Y/n, glad you could make it,” Mika greeted you with a hug. He was dressed as a soccer player.
“Okay now I don’t feel so bad about how basic my costume is,” you teased.
“You invite someone into your own home and this is how they treat you...” he feigned insult.
You laughed, then introduced Jess, who you could tell was already scanning the room for “her man.” You all chatted together for a little, but Mika eventually had to move on to greet other guests. He pointed you guys towards the bar, where you spotted Lias hanging out.
“Holy shit hes even cuter then the pictures,” Jess whispered in your ear as you approached. You hushed her with an elbow nudge to the ribs.
“Hey y/n, you look amazing,” Lias smiled, pulling you in for a hug. God his body felt so muscular, you thought. Definitely could have done without that realization. “The irony of you dressed as devil around a bunch of rangers players isn’t lost on me.”
“I hadn’t even thought of that,” you laughed, “And what are you supposed to be?” He was dressed in an all black outfit that fit his body very well.
Lias leaned his head to the side, revealing “bite marks” drawn on. “A vampire.”
“Ah so that’s why you've got red on the side of your mouth, I thought your drink just dribbled out of the side of your mouth,” You teased, to which Lias playfully rolled his eyes.
“Ahem,” Jess interjected.
“Right,” you blushed, almost forgetting she had been there, “Lias this is my friend and roommate Jess. Jess, this is my work friend Lias.” You put a slight emphasis on the word friend, though you weren’t sure if that was more for her or you.
“Great to finally meet you, Lias. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Jess smiled.
“Really?” Lias smirked at you. You gave her a death stare; she was very pleased with herself.
“Yeah I guess I talk about work a little too much, she’s probably sick of it by now,” you tried to cover.
“What's going on here?” A voice asked. You turned around to find Chris entering the kitchen with a big smile on his face. You’ve never been happier to see him, knowing it would be the perfect Jess distraction. She played right into it, introducing herself as your friend.
“Great to meet you,” Chris smiled.
“I’ve heard this place has a nice view, care to show me?” Jess asked. You marveled at her boldness.
“I would love to,” Chris replied, and he sounded like he really meant it. Jess wrapped her around him and followed him out with a knowing smile in your direction.
“Wow,” Lias said, watching them leave.
“Yup,” you half laughed. That’s Jess for you.
“Well I hope everything you told her about is good, because if not I’m sure I’ll hear it,” Lias teased. Of course he hadn’t forgotten.
“Hmm I don’t know. May be safer to stay away from her or you’ll know how I really feel about you,” you shot back.
“And how’s that?” he asked, with a slight edge to his voice. It somehow didn’t seem like fun banter any more.
Before you could answer, someone bumped into you from behind, sending your drink sloshing out of the cup and on to Lias’ shirt. They muttered a drunk and giggly sorry before pushing past you.
“Shit I’m so sorry Lias,” You gasped. You tried to catch a glimpse of who ever did it, but you didn’t recognize them.
“It’s all good, it’s not your fault,” Lias replied very calmly for someone who had held a drink on their shirt.
“Let me help you get cleaned up at least,” you said. Lias nodded, and you followed him down a hallway to the back of the apartment. You slid into a bedroom, shutting the door behind you. It was quieter here, though you could still hear the soft thudding of the music through the walls.
“Mika doesn’t mind you borrowing his clothes?” You asked as you watched Lias fling open the closet.
“This is my room actually,” Lias replied, digging through his clothes, “I actually stay here with him.
“Oh,” you replied, suddenly feeling nervous. It shouldn’t make a difference, but knowing it was his bedroom and not Mika’s just felt different. It felt wrong. Lias didn’t seem to notice, he was pulling off his shirt without a care in the world. Sure, you’ve seen him shirtless countless times - the players got changed in front of the media all the time - but it just being you and him felt almost intimate.
When Lias caught your eye he froze, and the energy in the room shifted. You just knew that he was feeling what you were. “I can leave so you can change,” you said quickly.
“You don’t have to,” Lias replied, stepping towards you.
“I- uh- I don't know it probably should,” you stammered, reaching for the knob. Lias’ hand grabbed yours, your eyes locking.
“I don’t want you to,” his voice was just above a whisper. You barely heard if over your heart pounding in your ears. The next thing you knew his hands were cupping your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close to you.
It was like everything else disappeared. All you could think about was how good Lias’ lips felt against yours, how strong the muscles of his back felt against your fingertips. His hand slid down your body, playing at the hem of your dress and suddenly a voice entered your head.
“I trust you and I know you wouldn’t do anything to break that.”
Suddenly you were snapped back to reality. You jumped away from Lias with a gasp. Shit, you thought, I’ve fucked up big time.
“Are you okay? Did I h-”
“I have to go,” you spat out, turning away and practically tripping over yourself to get out the door.
“Shit, wait y/n,” Lias called after you, but you ignored it. You weaved through the partygoers, scanning the room for Jess. You spotted her in the corner, making out with Chris. For a fleeting moment you forgot what just happened and was just happy for her. Unfortunately, it didn’t last and you needed to get out ASAP.
“I’m so sorry Jess, we gotta go,” you broke them up. She shot you an annoyed look, but Jess knew you Long enough to know when something was up. She nodded, realizing you needed her and told Chris she’d call him later.
And with that, you got yourself out, but not without creating a giant mess.
#l andersson#lias andersson imagine#nhl fanfiction#nhl imagines#rangers imagine#new york rangers imagine#the intern
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✉, #, ツ, % (hoseok & aki)
“✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT
AKI: so i can’t sleep and my mind gets really loud when that happens. and like i guess a lot of the things i push to the back of my mind resurface and keep me up. i keep thinking these really horrible things and i feel really overwhelmingly sad. and it’s not normal for me so i usually just pretend it isn’t happening, but you said it’s okay to be sad sometimes. it’s just that i really don’t want to be a burden and i feel like that’s all i do. idk if i feel that all the time but when i’m like this i feel… really lonely.
“#” for a RANDOM text.
AKI: have you ever heard of tanabata?AKI: it’s the japanese star festival. hehe the name means um evening of the 7th because it’s on the 7th day of the 7th month. AKI: and like that’s because of orihime and hikoboshi, star-crossed lovers, who were torn away from each other by orihime’s father, tentei (the sky king) because she stopped weaving starry cloth for her father near the bank of amanogawaAKI: but orihime was so sad anyway and her father said they could meet once a year. but then the first time they wanted to meet they realised they couldn’t cross toward each other, and orihime cried but then magpies formed a bridge and allowed them to meet.AKI: so when it rains on tanabata it means that they couldn’t meet and have to wait a whole other year until they can. we call the rain on that day the tear of orihime and hikobichi. AKI: and people celebrate by writing their wishes on bamboo. hehe.AKI: ahhhh sorry for rambling. neko out!!!
“ツ” for an EXCITED text.
AKI: suki! chan! guess! what!AKI: ok so first of all so so so so sorry for not telling you before but i wanted to be sure it would be recognised before telling you in case like they ended up fucking me over and you would get protective BUTAKI: like two weeks ago i was just chillin at the arcade playing some classic stargate & defender and AKI: idk how much you know about it but the all-time record is just over 500K and well under 600K and nobody has ever gotten a score like over that.AKI: at least until two weeks they didn’t! ahhhh i’m so happy T^T those 3 hours I spent at the arcade really paid off. AKI: imma buy you ice cream to celebrate and you can’t say no. ok?AKI: teehee. soryr i’m just… r eally happy.
“%” for a CURIOUS text.
AKI: this might seem like a really dumb questionAKI: and that’s because it is a dumb question and i don’t even really want to ask but now that i’ve brought up there is a question to be asked i can’t not ask or you’re gonna be wondering what i wanted to ask and your stomach will be in knots like mine is right now and it’s not a fun feeling like i couldn’t even enjoy this burrito and i love burritos.AKI: but like um. i was just wondering like, for science, mostly, ummm what are we? you and me?AKI: i know we talked about it way back when and you said you weren’t sure um what you wanted or like if you wanted butAKI:( 〃..) i mean not “but” !!! if you’re still there that’s fine i’m not like trying to rush you, i’m sorry.i justAKI: don’t really know where we stand with each other and i worry sometimes that i’m being too much like and it’ll get annoying but you’re too nice to tell me i annoy you so if you get sick of me you won’t even ti’ell me you probably will just disappear and likeAKI: okay no sorry that was irrational and sounded kind of manipulative. i guess i was thinking about my mom. not that you’re like my mom or anything. far from it.AKI: i guess i just worry that i’m feeling too much again and projecting those onto you sometimes. idk. ughhhh sorry. you don’t have to answer any of this crazy rambling. neko just needs sleep. so… i’ll go do that now. sorry. night-night! (●´□`)♡ sorry if i gave you a headache.
#idk what this is but here we are#mccnhcseck#☆*:・✧ i want to exhale stardust and create my own constellation | aki.
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Can we have the day Michael told Jeremy he liked him?
Ok
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Christine: Jeremyyyyy!! *is in play rehearsal duh*
Jeremy: whatttttt?
Christine: Are you ready for the auditions?? *:D*
Michael: *texts up jerem with keyspam ok*
Jeremy: Hell yes- *looks at his phone and calls the michael* I thought you were coming to auditions dude?
Michael: I got nervous? I also had a breakdown? I’m fine though- have fun with Christine or whatever
Jeremy: where are you dude? I can skip auditions if you want
Michael: no just be with Christine I’ll be fine brother
-after auditions-
Jeremy: CHRISTINE YOU DID SO GOOD!!
Christine: you did too!! I gotta go get my brother from daycare so I’ll call you tonight byee!! *hugs Jeremy and runs out of the school*
Jeremy: byee!! *turns around* oh hey Michael!
Michael: um- hey- *:/*
Jeremy: are you okay dude..? From earlier?
Michael: I’m fine- it’s just- it’s nothing-
Jeremy: are you sur- *looks at Michael’s hoodie* is that a new patch? It’s a- wait- are you, gay?
Michael: I thought I told you in like- 9th grade-? I’m pretty sure I told you in 9th grade.
Jeremy: oh right! Sorry, I forgot- heh-
Michael: I- Jeremy- can I tell you something-?
Jeremy: yeah, sure!
Michael: I-I- uh- um- nevermindd-?
Jeremy: okay! Tell me when you remember- oh wanna come over to try and beat level 9 again?
Michael: yeah sure- *hahahhaaa awkwardly smiles at jerome*
Jeremy: cool! I got a whole new room set up too! I have this really cool pac-man light! I got one for you too!- I mean, if you want it
Michael: yeah- cool- rad- uh- are we leaving now or will I meet you there-?
Jeremy: we can go now! *grabs the Michael’s hand and runs outside*
Michael: *rrRRRED BOY* uH- jeremy-? could I like- tell you something- but like- please don’t hate me-?
Jeremy: oh you remembered! And yeah of course! How could I hate my best friend!
Michael: *i nhale* I kinda really really like you but you’re dating Christine and im so dumb and I’m sorry and I’m an idiot *tttalks v fast oop*
Jeremy: jeez calm down! I wouldn’t hate you for that! And you aren’n dumb and you aren’t an idiot, not to me *smiles at the michael*
Michael: *pulls his hood over his face* I wish I was dead *vvvvv red lad oop*
Jeremy: awe don’t say that! *still holding the Michael’s hand*
Michael: I feel like such an idiot you already have a girlfriend
Jeremy: Michael it’s fine, okay? *kisses the Michael’s cheek teehee*
Michael: *v v v v red ouch* jEREMY-!
Jenna: *;0000 epically records*
Jeremy: Chill! C’mon! *lets gonof the Michael’s hand* oh hi Jenna!
Jenna: teehee *ppputs the video on Instagram owo*
Michael: Jeremy can we just go to your house already-
Christine: *calls up the jeremy*
Jeremy: *picks up* oh Christine! What’s up?
Christine: I- uh- jeremy I don’t want to be rude or anything but what was the video Jenna posted?
Jeremy: okay so, *talks quiet so the michael can’t hear* Michael told me he liked me, and I did that just to make him feel better- I love you and you know that okay?
Christine: uh- okay-! Cool-! Talk to you later-! *hangs up*
Michael: Jeremy- I’m just- I’m gonna go home-
Jeremy: oh..okay *sad boye*
Michael: I’m really sorry- I just- don’t- don’t talk to me for a little-?
Jeremy: oh..um- okay..*starts walking away* cya later..player 1
Michael: *oop walks away*
Jeremy: *at home* UGH! *calls up the micheel*
Michael: *i gnore*
Jeremy: whyyyyyyyy! PICK UP MELL OH MY GOD!
Michael: *sister sobs ooooop* *also puts his phone on do not disturb duh*
Jeremy: *walks to the Michael’s house and let’s himself in Bc he has a key?* *walks to the Michael’s room and knocks on the door*
Michael: *sssssobs* leave me alone- I just want to be alone-
Jeremy: oh come on open the door Michael
Michael: jEREMY GO AWAY
Jeremy: I was just going to tell you I like you too..but um..bye
Michael: *cOUGH CouGh* wHat?? *vvvoicecrack epic noob*
Jeremy: nothing..it doesn’t matter
Michael: I might as well just die I’m so dumb i wish I was dead *sObs*
Jeremy: I don’t! I- I love you
Michael: you obviously love someone else more than me-!
Jeremy: I love you more god dammit! Okay? I love you!
Michael: you’re just saying that- *://*
Jeremy: no! I’m not! Christine had my heart in 7th grade but then I fell for you!
Michael: *oooopens the door* I’m sorry- I’m really really sorry-
Jeremy: *hugs the michael*
Michael: *clings onto the jerome* I’m so sorry- *sobs onto jeremo*
Jeremy: *rubs the Michael’s back* it’s okay
Michael: *leach* *sob* I ruined your lIFE
Jeremy: Michael look at me, you made my life so much better, I wouldn’t have made it through middle school without you
Michael: But you have Christine now- and- and- *ssSSSOB*
Jeremy: Michael calm down your fogging your glasses *laughs a little*
Michael: *ssssniffle* it’s the new style-
Jeremy: well the “new style” looks nice on you *smiles at the michael*
Michael: yeah thanks-
Christine: *cccalls up jerome*
Jeremy: *looks at his phone* I’ll call her later *decline haha*
Michael: I’m still sorry- *:((((*
Jeremy: there’s nothing to be sorry for, it’s okay Michael *hug*
Michael: *leach* are you sure??
Jeremy: I’m very sure
Michael: you- um- you can leave if you want- *fixes his glasses bc they’re all moist*
Jeremy: can I um..ask you something?
Michael: of course- what is it?
Jeremy: will you um..bemyboyfriend?
Michael: I uh- I would but you already have Christine-?
Jeremy: I told her earlier..we um.. aren’t together anymore- but! She’s fine with it- she knew I liked you she said “I could tell”
Michael: uh- cccoool?? *clings onto jerome*
Jeremy: I’m gonna do something and just kick me out of the house to stop- *kisses the michael*
Michael: *kisses the jerome uwuwuwu*
Jeremy: *v v v v v red* OH
Michael: ugh it isn’t FAIR *hugs jeremo*
Jeremy: what’s not fair?
Michael: you’re too cute and it isn’t fair
Jeremy: *even more red* you’re really cute too
Michael: you’re the cutest person ever to live I swear to god stop *lEach*
Jeremy: oh stop *big blush man*
Michael: I’ve been wanting to tell you this for like- 100000 years let me tell you how cute you are oh my god
Jeremy: Michael- my face can’t get more red than this-
Michael: or can it? *kisses the jerem’s forehead*
Jeremy: *v v v v v v v red* Michael I swear-
Michael: aww you’re so prettyyy *boop uwu*
Jeremy: *giggly boye*
Michael: you’re adorable *pats jerem’s hair*
Jeremy: *hugs the michael and doesn’t let go* I love you
Michael: *hugs the jerome* I love you more
Jeremy: wait! Can I um- wearyourhoodie
Michael: it’s going to make it more unfair uGH *gives jerem his hoodie* you’re gonna be cuter stoppp
Jeremy: *puts it on* this is huge on me-
Michael: uGH *clings onto the jerome*
Jeremy: whoopssss *plops on a beanbag*
Michael: *jumps on top of jerem*
Jeremy: oh hiiiii
Michael: helloooo
Jeremy: *kiss owo*
Michael: *kiss uwu* jeremy give me hugs n o w
Jeremy: so this is what it’s like dating Michael mell *cuddles*
Michael: yes I am very cold *cling* I’m so tireddd
Jeremy: go to sleep baby
Michael: But I wanna look at my new boyfrienddd
Jeremy: *big blush man* sleepppp
Michael: hhh *clings onto jerome and goes to sleep uwu*
Jeremy: *plays with the Michael’s hair*
Michael: *snatches Jerome’s arm*
-4 hours later-
Jeremy: *SL EEP*
Michael: *awaken* jeremyyyy
Jeremy: *awaken but v tired* yes Michael?
Michael: I love youuu *leach*
Jeremy: I love you toooo
Michael: I’m so tiredddd
Jeremy: *picks him up* I didn’t know I could do that- *puts him down on his bed* s l e e p
Michael: come next to meeee *clings onto jerem’s arm* pleaseeee
Jeremy: okayyy *gets under the blanket and lays down*
Michael: *hugs jerome* warm- *sllleep*
Jeremy: *sleep*
Later: hello
Michael: *sssleep*
Jeremy: michaaaa *kisses his forehead*
Michael: go aWAY I want slEEP
Jeremy: okay I’ll go awayyyy *gets up*
Michael: no I’m sorry come back it’s cold
Jeremy: *gets under the blanket and lays back down and hugs the michael* fineeee
Michael: *l each* it’s so cold jerome
Jeremy: *rubs the Michael’s back* I know Micha, just go back to sleep
Michael: *lea ch* *sleep uwuu*
Jeremy: *sleep*
Later: hi
Michael: *awoken*
Jeremy: *cuddling the michael*
Michael: jeremyyyy *poke*
Jeremy: *awake* whatttt
Michael: hiiii
Jeremy: hii babyyyy
Michael: *kkkkiss uwu*
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My Hero Chapter 5: Crushes be Crushing
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Rukea's POV:
We got back late and the boys went home, Hizashi took my brother home for me. Now it was time to ask Aurora for the truth. I can't believe that Hizashi asked her out, he kept telling me that he was nervous about even talking to her about it considering how long we've all known each other.
"So you and Hizashi. You really going out on a date?" I asked as we finished setting up the rooms. The door conjoining our rooms was open as we talked.
"No." She said with a little laugh. "He just didn't want to get tackled by your brother I'm convinced."
"That sounds like him." I laughed. 'Does this mean she's really dating Aizawa? Damn it' "Well what about you and Aizawa?"
"We've been together for a while."
I felt my heart sink. 'Of course I had to fall for the guy who was taken!'
"Though his parents and I are trying to find him a girlfriend."
I freeze. 'What the hell'. "I'm confused."
"You are?" After a pause I hear a crash and I stick my head through the door. She was on the floor next to her bed laughing hysterically. 'Hm. Hizashi is right she does have the stereo typical anime teehee laugh'
"Are you ok?" I asked bending down next to her.
"S-Sorry. I-I just think its f-funny!" She gasps out laughing still.
"What's funny?"
"Y-you thinking I would date Aizawa!" After a while she stops laughing. "Look I love Aizawa but only as a friend. Well more like a brother. I would never ever date him. I mean ew."
"Wait so you're not dating?"
"Hell no. He's my brother if anything like I said.
This was the best news I got all week. Aizawa was single!
There was a knock on Aurora's door.
"It's unlocked." She says.
I looked over to see who it was and there stood Aizawa closing the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow guys I'm going to go to bed." I quickly rush to my room and slammed the door shut.
Aurora's POV:
"Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt." Aizawa said putting some of his cloths in the bottom drawer of my dresser.
"Na you're fine." Aizawa decided that he was going to keep some of his cloths here instead of in his dorm because he thought that he would be too lazy to go back to it most days. Which is probably true. "Oh here's the spare key."
He takes it and puts it on his keys then takes his shirt off and flops down on my bed. "You just make yourself right at home don't you?" I asked.
"Yep." He turned on the tv. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure." I turn on a movie and sit next to Aizawa and about half way through I fall asleep.
---Next Morning---
Rukea's POV:
I woke up and heard Aurora's tv on so I knocked and opened up the door that separates our rooms. When I did I saw a shirtless Aizawa leaning up against the wall and a sleeping Aurora cuddling into his chest.
He looked over at me. "Morning."
Blushing I say. "Morning. So is Aurora still asleep?"
"Yeah I thought I would let her sleep in since she didn't get a lot of sleep the night before."
'I know that I would sleep peacefully in your arms' The blush deepens.
"Are you ok? You blush a lot around me. About as much as Hizashi blushes around Aurora."
"I'm going to take a shower." I slam the door shut and go to the bathroom that's in my room and take a shower. 'Why have I fallen for you so quickly?! Oh yeah because you're hot.'
Aizawa's POV:
'She's so shy around me it's almost painful to watch poor thing. It's kinda adorable though. Eh I wonder if she would tell me why if I asked. Hm not that it matters. Any feelings I have for her are going to go unsaid until I determine whether or not their real. And if they are lasting. I'm not going to put the effort into a relationship unless I know that it's going to last.'
I heard a knock on Rukea's door so I carefully got up placing a pillow where I was so that Aurora could still sleep. I got up and opened the door and there stood Hizashi.
Mic's POV:
I heard Aurora's door open so I looked over expecting to see her but instead I saw a shirtless Aizawa. 'Lucky bastard' I thought. "Morning where's Rukea?"
"Taking a shower you can wait in here with Aurora and me if you want" He said waving me in and going back into the room.
I walked in just as Aurora was waking up and she sat up with just a bra on. I felt my face burn. 'That REALLY lucky bastard' I looked away trying to hide my blush. "I-I-I can uh w-wait outside while y-you g-get dressed." I stammer out while scratching the back of my head not wanting to look over at Aurora and give away my blush. But wanting to look because I like her and she's not un-attractive. 'Pervert' I thought to myself.
Stretching she slowly gets up and I look away again. 'Why is she doing this to me?!' I'm so lost in thought and not looking over that I don't notice her walking over, in fact I didn't notice her at all until she had placed her arms around my neck and pulled my face to meet hers. She had pulled me close and gotten on her tip toes putting her forehead against mine. That was it my face is burning. I can feel it, it has to be a tomato at this point.
"Hizashi," Aurora says slowly emphasizing every syllable. "You know since we are dating you don't have to look away if you don't want to." Her eyes drop to my lips for a second then she kisses my nose gives me a hug then lets go. "Payback for making me a blushing mess yesterday." She giggled grabbing everything she needed for a shower and a change of clothes then she goes to her bathroom.
I stood there frozen in place. 'How in the hell?! I can hear my heart beat! HOW and WHY do you have this power over me?! It's not fair! How are you just able to go along with being my 'girlfriend' without missing a beat! I mean that story about how I 'asked you out' that you told yesterday?! Damn! Do you think about me the way I think about you? Is that how you were able to tell that story. Or did something else happen? Did you think it up on the spot just like that?! And why do you make me so tongue tied?! I mean come on! I'm never like this around girls, yet the moment I saw you I knew I wouldn't be able to talk to you! I wont say I love you not yet but, I think you have cemented my belief in love at first sight. Why can't I talk to you like I talk to every other girl.... Because I don't want to talk to you like I do every other girl. I don't want mindless chit chat with you I want friendship, conversations that are about something, I don't want to just flirt with you. I want to be with you. I need to be with you. And it confuses and scares the hell out of me at the same time. I mean I know its crazy, love at first sight, it's not a fairy tale, this is real life. But all the same I want it to be real because it's the only explanation I have for what I feel about you Aurora... But my stupid brain won't let me accept it as fact as quickly as my heart does.'
I sink into the chair next to her desk and close my eyes wanting the burning in my face to go away.
"You know you look like a total dork when you blush like that." Aizawa says from the bed as he's channel surfing. When I look over he's holding one of the many stuffed animals Aurora has on a shelf near her bed. "And if you like her you should make sure that what you're feeling is real. I watched her get her heart shattered once, I won't let it happen again."
He gave me a lazy glare as he said this. "I don't want to hurt her. And besides I'm just getting to know her. And you can't tell me that if she did that to you, you would be able to keep your cool."
"I've known her, her entire life. Nothing she does phases me, because either a) it's her flirty personality and I brush it off. Or b) she's already done it. The only thing that she could do that would phase me is if she full on kissed me. And even then she would have to be like naked or something before I would wonder what the hell has gotten into her. But I'll give you some advice; just chill out around her. Let what ever the two of you are feeling develop naturally. Everything has a natural outcome, you just have to find it."
I sat there for a moment stunned. "Why the hell are you so philosophical?!"
"When I can't move because Aurora is asleep on me I read whatever book is closest because nine times out of ten she fell asleep reading. Most of her books are either comic or manga books or some sort of philosophy or scientific books, or music related. A few are about quirk studies and stuff like that. How else do you think she was able to skip to high school."
Aurora's POV:
Before I got into the shower I texted Rukea and told her what I did to Hizashi.
"Man I would have killed to see the look on his face" She texted back.
"I really wanted to kiss him. And not on the nose like I did."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because despite my flirty personality I'm not going to kiss some guy I just met a week ago on the lips."
"But he totally likes you."
"I'm sure he doesn't. Besides even if he did it's probably just a crush because 'new attractive girl' thing. It will probably be gone by next week" I told her trying to convince myself that my crush on Hizashi was just because he was a new person and he was attractive. With that last text sent I jumped into the shower.
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