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maxie archie doodle dump

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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

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Who Needs Luck?

A/N: hi! I solely wrote this because of my 3 recent visits to NY (no, I sadly did not meet mgg)... plus i’ve been going there my whole life.. this is becoming the longest authors note, but as i’m writing I just want to say the people who work at food trucks in nyc are the nicest people ever, ask them about their day (AND TIP OMG PLS)

Summary: Reader invites Spencer to go to New York City with her where he finally sees the beauty right in front of him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff!

Content Warnings: reader can’t drive very well (I apologize if this is a callout post), slight road rage, language

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I never considered myself a lucky man. Life had proven time and time again that no matter how many four leaf clovers I set out to search for, how many pennies on the ground faced heads up I stumbled across, luck was never on my side. I’ve learned to live with it, accepted my fate as the world’s smartest punching bag long before I was even in college.

But then I met her, and as cheesy as it sounds, I didn’t need luck that morning.

The second I woke up, the universe seemed to have it out for me specifically. I swung my legs over my bed, and in my half asleep daze stepped on my glasses, successfully breaking them. Unable to see on my short trip to the bathroom, I stubbed my toe… twice. Once I finally finished my morning routine more methodically, I walked out of my apartment only to bump into a stranger, sending the coffee she was holding all the both of us.

I had tried to apologize so many times, cutting my words short when they didn’t feel right. I had gotten through a series of “I’m, uh, oh, I, you,” before her smile interrupted my thought process, leaving me awestruck instead.

“That’s okay, but you owe me a coffee now.” She giggled, actually giggled, even with the scorching liquid causing her shirt to stick to her body. “Maybe… together?”

I didn’t hesitate to agree, taking her up on the offer that weekend and never looking back. Even when a loud crash, followed by a quiet, harsh ‘shit’ woke me up in a startle, there was no regret. Maybe just a little concern for my girlfriend who now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, can be seen holding her knee on the floor of our bedroom.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered out, grabbing onto the dresser to stand straight again. Once she was on her feet, she came over to sit on the edge of our bed, immediately running her fingers through my hair. If I wasn’t so worried about her knee, I probably would’ve fell asleep again.

“Are you okay?” She giggled at my scratchy morning voice before nodding her head. It’s then I realized how the sun hasn’t even begun to rise, the room still pitchblack. “What are you doing up?”

“Getting ready to go to the city, sleepyhead,” she said as if it was the most obvious answer, but truthfully, it left me with more questions.

“At... 5 am?” I sat up, glancing at the alarm clock three times just to make sure I was reading it right. She may have always been a little strange, but usually at a reasonable hour.

At this, she stood up to continue getting ready for the very early morning. Now I notice why she fell, the piles of clothes leading to the closet had to have at least half of her outfits compiled together.

“Well, yeah. I want to get there before noon.” Even in my perplexed state, I rose from the bed and carefully tiptoed around haphazardly thrown clothes to reach her.

While wrapping my arms around her waist still hidden under my t-shirt, I questioned. “It’s right outside? You have 7 hours.”

She turned to look at me funny as if I wasn’t the one digging through clothes and waking up before dawn to walk literally 5 minutes to my desired location. My eyebrows must have subconsciously furrowed at one point, because she brought her hand up to stroke her thumb on my forehead. Immediately, I felt the tension melt, no longer caring to correct my confusion. She still did it anyway.

“Not DC, silly. New York!” I wish it were untrue, but my heart dropped at her words. She was leaving, going to a city I wasn’t familiar with beyond reading about, solving cases, and memorizing subway maps. Is this how she feels every time I board that jet?

“W-what? You’re just going to New York City?” I inwardly cringed at how desperate and sad I sounded, but I really didn’t want her to leave.

“Mhm,” she mumbled, turning back around to return digging in her closet.

“For how long?” Please change your mind. Please change your mind. Please change you-

Realizing that I was fully awake, she let out a boisterous laugh, allowing the way it bounced off our four little walls to return back to us. It was a sound most treasured. “I was hoping to get back around 9.”

“What?” I leaned back to look at her like she was absolutely preposterous. I mean, she was!

“Roadtrip!”

That’s how I found myself in the passenger seat of her car, no coffee in my hand because I wasn’t allowed until I have “a real cup of coffee.” Whatever the hell that means better happen soon, because as much as I loved watching the way she concentrates on the road in front of her, my eyes were starting to droop.

“It’s going to be another 4 hours. You can sleep, my love.” How she knew me so well, I will never be able to figure out, but I was out before we even made it across state borders.

That however, didn’t last very long. My girlfriend may be short and sweet, but behind the wheel? That’s a different story. The horn to her car is a very familiar sound when I’m jolted awake by a sudden stop.

“Really, asshole? Go!” She yelled, slamming her hand against the top of the steering wheel before looking over at me. “Hey, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you yet. I forgot how awful drivers are here.”

“Where is here exactly?” I questioned, sitting up from my slouched position to find cars practically on top of each other on a road not wide enough for two lanes.

“New Jersey. We’re 10 minutes away.” Wow, I didn’t realize I slept for that long, and I have to admit I’m a little surprised I wasn’t woken up sooner.

“How are we 10 minutes away? It’s at least another 30 to get to the tunnel.” Looking at our surroundings didn’t help me determine our exact location. To the left of us, there were dozens of graffiti murals on the side of what I assumed was another elevated highway. To the right, sidestreets with local businesses ranging from auto repair shops to fast food joints to gyms.

“Nuh uh, stop analyzing mister. You’ll know when we get there.” She waved a finger in my directions, putting a pin in my scrutinization. I pouted right back, successfully playing along to the theme of her scolding me like a 5 year old.

“I don’t like surprises you know.” It was the truth, but her contagious laughter that filled the car made me slightly less disinclined to stop asking questions.

“Oh I know, but trust me, you’ll like this one.” She went to go reach over to grab my hand from where it was resting in my lap, but stopped short and retracted in favor of slamming the horn. “Oh, come on!”

***

“So you drove to a train station... in New Jersey?” I asked while she was… attempting to park the car.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been taking this route since I was a little girl.” Once she finally figured out how to evenly space a two door convertible in a very spacious parking spot, she unbuckled her seatbelt, and was quick to grab her bag from the backseat. “Well, come on mister, we’re going to miss the train.”

To be quite honest, I have never been so lost in my life. I could probably pinpoint our exact location on a map if I wanted to, granted I was given any sort of information, but part of me didn’t want to. Scratch that, all of me didn’t want to, because my entire life has been planned out in front of me before, but right now, I get to be spontaneous with the most beautiful girl on the planet.

“Don’t let go of my hand,” she told me, lacing our fingers together and pulling me forward. “Don’t stop to look around, you will get pushed.”

We made it inside, and if I thought the DC transit system was bustling with people constantly, this place was so much worse. There were hallways left and right, all packed with people in a rush. It seems everybody had some place to be and zero time to get there.

“Upstairs.” We walked up two flights before reaching a platform, buying our tickets and making it just in time for a train to arrive. “I know they come every 8 minutes, but thank god we made this one,” she said as she sat down.

The cart we were in wasn’t too crowded, and once I finally found a map on the wall across from us, I saw that it was a direct ride to the World Trade Center.

“You said you took this train when you were little?”

“Yeah, I went to the city a lot as a kid. This was the easiest, and the cheapest way there.” A small smile played at her lips, obviously the product of some childhood memory. “I used to hop it.”

“Of course you did,” I laughed back with her, thinking about how an innocent looking child would be the first person to get away with sneaking onto the train.

***

“I said it before, I will say it again. Do not let go of my hand.” This time it was more stern, and if I were being honest, I would say that it got me the slightest bit nervous. She must have noticed, she always does, because she continued. “Don’t worry, it just gets congested and I don’t want to lose you.”

She was right about that, it indeed was very congested, but that was okay because she was holding my hand, and I would follow her just about anywhere if it meant she kept looking over her shoulder and smiling when she saw me. Once we made it across the way, and in front of heavy looking glass doors, she turned to me and started walking backwards.

“You okay? This is definitely not off to a great start.” She was wrong, it was off to a perfect start.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but you might want to watch where you’re going,” I said before her back hit the door.

“Please I can get here with my eyes closed.” And then we were outside, and all 5 of my senses were hit immediately. The sun was shining down on us, and before I could complain about not bringing my sunglasses, she handed them to me. My heart fluttered at the innocent act, taking the sunglasses with such gratitude even though she had already moved on to retrieve hers. “Do you smell that?” She asked.

“There are a lot of answers to that question,” I told her, not knowing if she was talking about the smell of the construction happening at the corner, the permanent garbage smell or something entirely different.

“The hotdogs, silly. Come on, there’s nothing like ‘em.” This time, I laced our fingers together, not because I was scared of losing her, I was, but I just really wanted to be closer to her. She didn’t mind, in fact, she let out a content hum and leaned her head on my arm as we walked to the stand.

“Can I get four hotdogs with sauerkraut and two grape sodas,” she asked the vendor, who politely nodded before moving on to prepare our food.

“You’re going to have a heart attack by 35,” I said as I nudged her with my shoulder. She gave me a small push back before answering.

“Is that a doctor’s diagnosis?” She asked as she took our now ready food into her hands, after paying the man before I even had time to blink. I just grabbed the two cans of soda and followed her where she was making a beeline for a park bench. “Watch out for skaters.”

“Yes, it is indeed a doctor's diagnosis.” I unwrapped one of the hotdogs before taking a bite. I closed my eyes and let out a content hum. “It may be a little worth it.”

“Exactly.” We sat there quietly, enjoying the warm weather and sounds of wheels against pavement. At one point, she rested her head against my shoulder, and I am convinced wherever she went would be Heaven.

***

“Are your eyes closed?” We found ourselves with both our hands interlocked, my eyes closed while she walked backwards. I gave an ‘mhm’ before she continued. “We’re here, just keep them closed, and…” her words trailed off. “Okay open.”

I opened my eyes to her holding her arms out in the middle of the largest bookstore I’ve ever seen. “Surprise!” My eyes were bouncing everywhere. It wasn’t too crowded, the large stairwell across the store catching my eye first. There were bookshelves tens of feet high, all loaded with different genres and authors. To the right of us, tiny knick knacks and pins and socks. It was beautiful.

“Wow,” I whispered out, still stuck in my place admiring our surroundings. She was beaming up at me, a hint of pride at her successfulness to drag me 6 hours away to the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

“The Strand has always been my favorite place in the city. Come on, let’s go explore.” She grabbed my hands again, pulling me deeper into the store towards a shelf labeled adult fiction.

***

Six books, three pairs of socks and a postcard later, we were back on the busy streets of New York, aimlessly walking and admiring the tall buildings and different attractions. Well she was, I was admiring the way she was looking around like it was her first time here. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to our surroundings, but no amount of skyscrapers or fountains could possibly ever match up to her level of beauty. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I asked randomly, startling her into jumping a tiny bit before giggling. She stopped us, turning to face me fully before reaching up to grab my face in her hands.

“Once or twice.” The kiss we shared on the New York streets were no different than the ones before, but this time, it felt like a silent promise. A passing between two lovers that no matter where we are, our love is the most beautiful thing there is. “I love you too, dork.”

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Like Old Times

Pairing: (Lifeguard)Bela Dimitrescu x (SurferFem)Reader

Summary: Your lifeguard girlfriend talks you into entering a surfing tournament that’s being held at your local beach. However, Bela meets a familiar face that comes to compete.

Warnings: Cheating, Couple Argument, Breakup, Depression

A/n: So I didn't expect this to become a series l. I thought it was gonna be a one-shot. But enjoy! Also, I couldn’t choose between these two songs. So you readers may pick either “Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride” - Lilo and Stitch or “You get what you Give” - New Radicals to listen to when Y/n and Jeane hit the Sunsetting Tides after the first day of the Surfing Tournament!

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You sit down with your knees huddled against your upper body. Even though you were the one who emerged victorious in the first round of the Surf Tournament, your girlfriend decided to comfort her ex as she felt bad for him despite being proud of you. She also believed him when he told her that he had become better and that he wanted to make up for lost time with her. You reluctantly let her go as you didn't want her to see you becoming jealous.

"My question is Y/n/n," Jeane sits next to you, "How you let her go off with her ex.."

"I didn't want her to see how jealous I was getting," you sigh, "I just- don’t want to talk about it... So, shouldn't your boyfriend be here to root you on?"

"Actually," Jeane's voice trails off, pulling out her phone

She holds the phone in your face and you squeal of excitement. However, she shushes you before you even raised your voice.

"Since when did this happen?!" You ask, trying to keep your voice down low

"Right before I went off to the competition the other night," she smiles

"That ring is so pretty though," You compliment the engagement ring, "Definitely you."

Jeane chuckles and gives you a hug.

“I need a favor Y/n,” Jeane says

You pull away to look at her, “What’s the favor?”

“I need you to be my Maid of Honor,” She requests

Your mouth hangs agape, “W-what?”

“Be my maid of honor,” She begins smiling

You smile as you jump into her arms, engulfing her into a hug.

“Shouldn’t you be asking your sister?” You ask her

“I did,” Jeane answers you, “She isn’t able to come back home before the wedding day. That is why I’m asking you.”

“I will be more than happy to be your maid of honor,” You smile before engulfing each other in a hug

“I also need you to walk me down the isle,” She asks once more

You knew that she barely had family that was still around. Or even ones who were; she didn’t choose any of them. She asks you. Her best friend and basically little sister that she never had. 

“Oh I’m more than happy to do that too,” You smile

“By the way,” Jeane adds, “Your girlfriend is invited as your guest.”

From afar, Bela watches you embrace your best friend; unbeknownst to her of the conversation you just had.

"Do you know what'll make you feel better?" Jeane asks you, still embracing you

"What?" You ask

"Getting our asses back in the water," she says, pulling away to look at you, "Tides are still high and its the end of the day."

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better or are you just saying that because you really want to go surfing with me again?" You ask her, suspiciously but smiling at her

"...Yes" She smiles, cracking into a laugh

You couldn't help but crack a laugh as well. You stand up, and help Jeane up off the chair. The both of you head over to the lifeguard post to grab your respective surfboards. However you make the mistake of looking up and seeing Bela smiling with her ex. She looks down at you and she smiles and waves. However, you subtlety scoff at her and turn to walk next to Jeane, heading towards the ocean. However, your reactive changed Bela's expression to cheerfulness, to confusion and slight sadness.

“Hey you paying attention?” Billy asks

Bela shakes off her staring a you and sighs, but tries to pull it off but smile, “Yeah sorry.”

“So, as I was saying-” Billy continues to drift on

Bela just drifts her head to you and Jeane; jealous and upset you didn’t offer her to surf with you instead. 

When you and Jennie pass she very shallow shore, the both of you lie on your stomachs and begin paddling towards a deeper part of the ocean.

"Lets see how much you remember in surfing rookie," Jeane jokes

"No please," You joke back, "Age before beauty grandma!"

“Oh it’s on!” Jeane laughs, acting all competitive

Jeane had some surfing competing and some wins in her books. Whereas you, you had watched her from the shoreline, hoping to be like her one day. However, Jennie had moved across the country for her new job after graduating college. 

“Go ahead of me!” You smile

“Like old times?” Jeane asks you

“Like old times,” You repeat her question but in an answer format

Like twins, the both of you face parallel along the wave and begin standing onto your surfboards. You watch as Jennie begins surfing ahead of you. As the wave began getting slightly smaller the further you were slightly behind Jeane, you crouch down on your board and look over to the rising water of the wave. Slowly, you reached your hand out and let it skid across the rising water like a flat stone skipping across the water. 

“Oh how I’ve missed surfing with you Y/n!” Jeane smiles

You pull ahead in front of Jeane and you smile as you turn around to see her with a surprised face. You jokingly shrug her off and continue surfing. You tilt slightly to your right and do the exact same maneuver you had done earlier in the day to catch Holmes off guard. 

“You show off!” Jeane sighs and shakes her head, breaking into a laugh

“Oh the things I’ve learned while you have been away my gal!” You smile as you land in front of her

You watch Jeane swoop down below and cut in front of you. You try and do the same but her speed continued to increase. However, the wave began breaking, making you swing right out of the wave before it caved.

“Jeane!” You called out to her

You sigh in relief when you see her on the other side of the wave. 

“Yo! Y/n Let’s try and ride on top of the next one!” Jennie yells to you, exiting the wave tunnel

You follow suit, maneuvering right out of the wave right before it crashed on the shallow shoreline. You manage to catch up with Jennie before paddling off to the next incoming wave.

“Bels? Bels are you even listening?” her ex asks

Bela’s POV

As her ex drifts onto his story, Bela turns her head and watches you have the time of your life with Jennie. 

“Oh sorry,” She sighs

“You okay?” He asks, placing his hands on her upper arms

She steps away form him, he immediately puts his hands back down on his sides. 

“Sorry,” He says, looking into another direction

“I’m gonna go,” She says

She immediately power walks away from him and into your direction but stopping at the shoreline. 

“And he just fell as soon as he stood up?” You ask, trying to contain your laughter, “My goodness your stories never get old. Hey that diner is still around do you want to go there after? Catch up outside of surfing?”

Y/n’s POV

You and Jeane begin emerging from the ocean and continue laughing with her story of how she tried getting her then boyfriend (Now fiancée) to go surfing with her.

“I’d like to!” Jennie says before looking over to the approaching Bela, “Hey! Ms. I snatched the hottest surfer on the beach! You want to join us for dinner? Did Y/n ever take you to the diner? They may have greasy ass food but their fries never disappoint!”

“Actually...” Bela sighs, “I’m going to call it a day...”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine,” She sighs, stepping back from your gentle touch, “I’m just tired...”

“Hey, you okay Kaipo?” You ask, walking up to her and gently placing your hand on her arm

[Kaipo (KIE-Poh) means “Darling” in Hawaiian]

“Do you want me to drive you home?” You ask her, trying to comfort her in the best way possible

“Oh no- I wouldn’t want to interrupt your quality time with Jennie... I’ll... I’ll just ask my ex if he can take me... See you tomorrow Draga Mea,” She says, trudging off to the lifeguard post

“Did she just say her ex?” You ask Jennie, “I kind of zoned out when I was looking at her...

“Listen, if you trust Bela, just let her be,” Jennie says, placing her hand on your shoulder to keep you from going to Bela

“I do trust her it’s just... She looked so happy when she began talking with her ex...” You sigh, “And-and...”

“You feel threatened,” Jennie concludes

You nod.

“Like I said, if you really trust her, let her go,” She says, “Let’s get out of here.”

You and Jennie head over to the local diner that overlooked the ocean. Even though you were happy that Jennie was back. Even if it was for the competition, you’d be seeing her again for her wedding. 

“Have you figured out where you were going to have the wedding?” You ask, sipping your glass of water

“Here, on the beach,” She smiles

“Classic,” You smile

Your smile drops when you hear your phone vibrate on the table. However, as soon as you pick it up and turn it on; it wasn’t from Bela. 

“Dude, call her and check on her if you need to,” Jeane suggests

“You sure?” You ask, looking for reassurance in Jeanes expression. 

“Go you little lovebird,” She teases you

You smile and mouth ‘thanks’ before heading to the entrance of the diner, unlocking your phone and pressing Bela’s speed dial number. You pace around the parking lot, listening to the phone ring. 

“Come on Bels... Pick up... Pick up...” You mumble to yourself

You growl when it goes to voicemail. You call her several more times before finally giving up.

“Bela babe it’s me... I want to just make sure you’re okay...” You say before hanging up your phone

Jeane looks up when she hears the bell on the door rings. But her expression drops when you slump into your seat.

“Let me guess- she didn’t pick up?” Jeane sighs

You nod, “I don’t get it... She always picks up...”

“Listen kid,” Jeane starts, “Why don’t you go check on her after this? If you’re so worried.”

You nod but try to put on a smile for Jeane. However, Jeane knew you better. She was able to tell when you’re faking it.

“I’ll cover the bill Y/n,” Jeane blurts out, making you look up

“Are-are you sure?” You ask

She smiles and nods while gesturing you to the door, “Go get her.”

You vowed that you’d pay back Jeane for making her pay for you. Thus, you drive home however, some of the lights were off. You unlock the front door to your house and place your backpack next to the entry hall.

“Bela?” You call to the house

No response... You decide to check in your room.

“Bela?” You call again, opening the door

Your heart sinks when you realize the bed was how it was before you had left for the beach that morning. You rush back out to your car; half-assing the lock on your door just before you rushed back into your car and began making your way to Bela’s place.

I need to tell her what Jeane and I were talking about...

You arrive to Bela’s apartment a little further into town and you look up; Bela’s apartment balcony was visible to the front part of the building. 

Her light’s on...

You immediately but calmly make your way up to Bela’s apartment. You and her had spare keys to each others’ places so you take out the one key that wasn’t attached to your jumble mess you call your wallet, car keys and house keys and unlock the door. You try to make your steps quiet just in case Bela was passed out on her bed. You reach for the doorknob and slowly turn the nob and slowly open the creaky door.

“B-Bela?....” your breathe hitches in your throat

She opens her eyes but they immediately widen as she sees your figure in the doorway. She shoves a more muscular arm away from her however it coils back around her body. 

“Y-Y/n!” Bela tries to hide the biggest mistake she’s ever made, “It’s-it’s not what it looks like!”

But it was exactly what it looked like. You couldn’t move your legs as she tries to throw on her clothing.

“Baby,” A male voice wakes up

You immediately recognize the male face...

Billy Holmes... How the fuck did I guess?...

Finally gaining thoughts in your legs you turn your heel just as Bela was getting her shorts on. Regardless if you hear your name being called repeatedly and the footsteps behind you, you don’t turn back.

“Y/n Wait!” Bela manages to catch up with you before you got in your truck

“What Bela?!” You ask her, pissed off, “After me telling you that ‘You’re my Ohana’ you go any do this?!”

“I thought-I thought you were going to leave me for Jeane,” Bela confesses, “I saw the way you two were hugging earlier...”

“That? That? Jeane is getting married Bela!” You scream, not giving a shit who was listening

Bela just stands there, dumbfounded.

“She asked me to be her maid of honor and to walk her down the isle,” You begin explaining, “Because her sister isn’t able to be home on time for her wedding and majority of her family isn’t around anymore! She sees me as her little sister that she’s never had because she was the little sister! Jeane told me that you were invited as my guest... I was going to ask you after dinner with her but.... You can forget it. While you’re at it, forget about us.”

You plop the spare key she had given you back into her hands and you finally get into your car. You immediately beeline your car back to your house. Trying to keep your crying from coming out. You put Jeane’s speed dial in and your the ringing immediately pick up.

“My place,” You state, trying to hide the fact you were beginning to cry, “I’ll send you directions when I stop..”

“Are-are you crying Y/n?” Jeane asks

“I’ll explain later,” You choke on your sob

You hang up your phone and manage to park in the nearest lot. You stop your car and turn up your radio. You shove your face into your hands and begin sobbing, You let out a pained scream as you put your head onto your steering wheel. Remembering that you told Jeane that you’d text her your address, you had done just that and continued your way home with puffy eyes

You managed to make your way back to your place, but there was another car in your driveway; one you didn’t recognize.

“Jeane?” You pull up next to the car

“Y/n! Oh thank god!” Jeane sighs in relief

The both of you get out of your respective cars however, you fall onto your knees. 

“Hey, Hey Y/n,” Jeane comes running in front of you, “Talk to me...”

You couldn’t even stop crying at that point...

Chapter 4

[seijorhi]

hello, i love your writing and was hoping if u could write a yandere kuroo x reader where he corners her in a corner and kenma is there and is getting off from it 😳 thank u !

Asdfghjkl this was supposed to be posted on Sunday I’m sorry, bby!! I hope it’s worth the wait! 💕 also, loved this request so thanks for sending it in 😊

Kuroo Tetsuro x Female Reader, Kenma Kozume x Female Reader

TW dub con, coercion (kinda?), stalking, humiliation

Helping Hand

There’s a certain peace you find in the looming stacks of the library after the sun sets. It’s quieter then, less people milling about. You don’t have to fight for space or books, and considering you have midterms soon and essays coming out of your ears, that makes it the perfect study environment.

It’s only a little after eight, the library’s still open for another two and a half hours, but on the fourth floor it’s almost a ghost town - just how you like it. There’s a professor tucked away in the back corner, piles of books built up around him, an older librarian with her trolley, slowly re-shelving books, and two other guys around your age sitting huddled at a table a few down from yours - the textbooks and highlights spread across their desk having been long since abandoned in favour of literally anything else.

Honestly, you’d wonder why they’d bother coming to the library at all if it wasn’t an almost daily occurrence. Most days you were there, so were they - usually together, although it wasn’t uncommon to see just one of them camped out between the stacks as you made your way to your desk. The duo, one tall and lean with a shock of messy dark hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, and the other smaller, more reserved, with bleached hair and dark roots in serious need of a touch up, seemed to prefer this time to study too - not that they ever seemed to actually do all that much studying.

Usually the blonde ends up absorbed in his switch while the other casually thumbs through whichever book is closest.

So long as they were quiet and didn’t disturb you, who were you to judge?

You don’t really remember when they’d started to appear, only that they’d quickly become a fixture in your refuge - distantly familiar presences like strangers travelling on the same bus to work each day. They smile (well, the dark haired one does) and nod whenever you happen to look up from your notes and catch their eye, and while you’ve only spoken a handful of words to the both of them, they always seemed nice. 

Nicer than the clearly overworked professor muttering away in the corner at any rate, which makes them the logical choice to approach when you find your bladder uncomfortably full halfway through your self imposed study session. Realistically, you know at this time of the night nobody else is likely to make their way up to the fourth floor, much less have any interest in your shitty, old laptop or the five whole dollars in your wallet - yet you find you making your way over to the twosome’s table anyway, a faint blush dusting across your cheeks.

“… don’t want to,” you overhear the blonde mutter, his attention wholly focused upon the game in his hands. “Things are fine, why change that?”

His friend sighs, “Because you can deny it all you want, but I know you better than that. I know I’m not the only one who wants more. You can’t just sit back and…” he trails off suddenly, hazel eyes flickering over to you in surprise. 

Confused by his friend’s sudden silence, the blonde lowers his game and glances up - only to still at the sight of you.

You swallow down your nerves, plastering what you hope is a friendly enough smile across your face, “Hi, uh… sorry to interrupt you guys, but would you mind watching my stuff for a few minutes while I go to the bathroom? I won’t be long or anything, I just don’t like leaving my stuff out in the open,” you say with a sheepish laugh, well aware that you’re rambling like an idiot. 

It’s the dark haired one who answers, a wide grin breaking across his face as he nods, “Yeah, no worries. We’d be glad to.”

You smile back, ignoring the faint fluttering in your stomach (he does look kind of cute grinning like that), thanking him again before rushing away in the direction of the bathroom.

It doesn’t take long for your thoughts to drift away from the duo back to the essay you’re mid-way through drafting. You have a sinking feeling that the argument you’re trying to use in the fourth paragraph is essentially a just rehash of the point you made in the first. By the time you unlock the stall door and make your way over to the sink to wash your hands, you’re starting to debate the merits of scrapping the whole thing and starting fresh with new ideas.

You still technically have time, it’s not due until the end of the month, but you just kind of want it done so you don’t have to think about it anymore. Then again, that’s kind of your feelings towards the semester as a whole. 

Who are you kidding? University’s kicking your ass this year.

The ancient hand dryer’s almost deafening as it clicks on - it masks the sound door swinging open and the footsteps that echo out from the tile floors.

It’s only when your eyes flicker up to mirror that you see that you’re no longer alone-

Standing right behind you is the guy from before; the tall, dark haired one. 

- and jerk in surprise, stumbling backwards with a choked yelp.

It doesn’t hit you right away - no, that’s relief that has you drawing a hand over your chest and letting out a shaking laugh. “You scared the hell out of me!” you say, bracing yourself over the sink to try and calm your breathing.

No, it doesn’t hit you quickly. Realisation is slow - creeping through your veins like ice as your eyes flicker back up the mirror. 

He hasn’t moved. 

He’s smiling, grinning really, but there’s something… something off about it. It doesn’t quite meet his eyes… Why isn’t he saying anything?

W-why isn’t he moving away?

Your heart, still hammering from his shock of his sudden appearance, squeezes uncomfortably and your eyes slowly widen.

“Wh-”

A rough, calloused palm slaps across your mouth, smothering whatever words you’d been about to speak. “Ah, ah. Gotta keep it down, sweetheart.”

He winks at you in the mirror, taking a tiny step towards you and you squeak, breathing in sharp, shallow pants through your nose as a warm, muscled chest presses against your back. “You’re a nervous little thing, aren’tcha?” he chuckles. “Relax a little - promise I don’t bite.”

With one hand wrapped around your lips the other creeping across your waist, his words don’t exactly bring you a lot of comfort. 

It makes no difference either way - you’re paralysed, shaking and trembling, but utterly unable to move as he noses at the column of your throat, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You could scream, but there’s no guarantee anybody would hear you. You could try and fight him off, but he’s taller than you, and you’re willing to bet stronger as well.

Will he hurt you if you try and resist?

Is he gonna hurt you anyway?

You’ve heard the stories before about men who follow women into empty bathrooms and the awful things they do, but you never...

Those things don’t happen in places like this. The library is supposed to be safe, he- he’s been-

Your stomach drops.

Weeks. 

He’s been visiting the library with his friend, sitting across from you for weeks.

His eyes bore into your reflection in the mirror like he can hear every terrified thought that passes through your head, and with excruciating slowness you’re forced to watch as his lips brush a kiss against your cheek, lingering and sweet - a mockery of tenderness. 

A scared little whimper is all you can manage, and even that is swallowed up by the sound of the bathroom door squeaking open once more. 

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening.

A faint burst of hope flickers to life.

You might not be a fighter, but this might be the only chance you have. You shriek again, the sound woefully muffled, and writhe against your captor’s tightening grip as slow footsteps round the corner.

Please, you think as tears stream silently down your face. Please help me.

What little hope you have is quickly - brutally - extinguished as your would be saviour steps into view.

Your legs shake and you’re almost positive that if it wasn’t for the strong arms wrapped around you, you would have crumpled to the floor.

It’s his friend, the blonde, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, watching the scene before him - you struggling against an iron grip, gagged and terrified - like it’s nothing out of the ordinary. 

Your captor chuckles, relaxing his grip as his hand drifts upwards to palm at your breast and you want to die. “Glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence.”

“Shut up, Kuroo,” the blonde groans as he makes his way over, but he barely glances at his friend before his catlike eyes come to rest on you.

Your cheeks are burning, a potent mix of shame, nausea and dread churning in your stomach as you’re crudely felt up, but under the blonde’s attention you freeze.

While his face is a blank mask of apathetic disinterest, those golden irises are piercing in their intensity as they study you.

The glint in his eyes is as unmistakable as it is stark; anticipation - like a house cat watching a golden canary flit restlessly in its cage.

The hiccuping sob comes unbidden, choking at your throat as you wail against the palm at your lips. You’ve never wanted to disappear so badly in your entire life, to slap yourself awake and realise that it’s nothing but a stress induced nightmare because this can’t be happening.

Why you?

What could you possibly have done to deserve this?

“Relax,” Kuroo repeats, leaning down over you again, “we’re not gonna hurt you. Just wanna have some fun, that’s all.” You think he’s going to try and kiss you again, but instead his tongue darts out and he licks at the silvery tear tracks, groaning softly.

You shoot the quiet blonde a desperate, pleading look. He hasn’t lifted a finger to stop what’s happening, hasn’t done anything other than stare at you, but even as his lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile you hold out on the shadow of a prayer that maybe, just maybe-

Kuroo follows your wide, panicked gaze and almost snorts. “You’re barking up the wrong tree there, baby. Kenma’s not gonna help you. He wants this just as badly as I do.” His thumb slides across your cheek, brushing away more tears, “C’mon, on your knees.”

He doesn’t give you a choice - the hand on your shoulder forces your shaking knees to buckle and you fall down to the bathroom floor.

The tiles are cold against your bare legs, but the shivers that wrack through you have little to do with the temperature. It’s far too late to regret the short skirt you’d thrown on that morning.

Kuroo hums appreciatively, lifting his palm to tap it a few times against your cheek like you’re an adorable little puppy who’s just learned its first trick, “It’s a good look for you, baby, but I think it’d be even better without this-” his fingers tug at the collar of your top and his grin widens, “- in the way.” 

Yet he makes no move to take it off for you. One look into his eyes, the glittering amusement darkened with lewd desire and you know that he won’t.

He wants you to do it, to play along in their fun - to be an active participant in your own humiliation.

And really, what other choice do you have?

It’s impossible to ignore the bulge straining against his jeans as your trembling fingers grip the hem of your top and reluctantly yank it upwards. There’s a sharp inhale - Kuroo you think - and a whistle as it comes off, baring your lacy bra and the soft skin underneath to their hungry gazes. 

Only for a moment. 

Staring resolutely at the floor you’re quick to try and cover what little modesty you have left, bringing your arms up to wrap around your chest-

Except a hand catches at your wrist and tugs it back, and when you glance up you find it’s Kenma’s. 

“… Don’t,” he murmurs. “I want to see you.”

You let your arms drop, hands clenching into shaking fists in your lap, fingernails biting into your palm.

The sound of a zipper being pulled undone is almost deafening in the quiet bathroom. Fresh tears sting at your eyes, but you can’t bear to look at either of them as Kuroo reaches inside his pants and frees his cock.

The hand that cups your cheek is surprisingly gentle as he coaxes your face back towards him and the achingly hard member in his grip. “See Kenma, I told you - change ain’t always a bad thing.”

His dark eyes flicker back to you and he grins, “Open up, sweetheart.”

[demon-slayage]

The first time you and Cove Holden get into an argument is when you’re in college

-femme reader

-high affectionate Cove, long term dating

-post step 3

-some mild angst but mostly fluff

-hi I haven’t written anything in years and this just popped out at me. Sorry it can get a little specific I based the sorority stuff on some of my own experiences so it does come from a femme perspective as well as my own experiences in the game w a high affectionate sporty Cove.

-hope you enjoy!

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You opted to go to a university on the opposite side of the state. You generally didn’t come home to visit all that often just because your schedules didn’t always line up that way but you and Cove made it work. He knew this would happen and you tried to make a point of visiting at least once a month. However, you had joined a sorority because you wanted to make more friends. You could tell your longtime boyfriend was a little wary since your high school and friend group was never into partying like Greek life was known for.

Once you made it into the sorority in late fall you were finally able to attend one of these said ragers that Cove was worried about. You partook in some underage drinking and sent your boyfriend a couple of Snapchats of you hanging out with some sisters who he’s seen before as well as some unknown frat brothers. He simply told you to be safe, have a good time, and call him if you needed him. Knowing full well he’d drop everything to come get you if needed. Even though your drive/flight was hours away. You told him you loved him and not to worry.

But knowing Cove thats all he did over the weekend. Then the week after you had to deal with midterms so you were even busier and had less time to chat with your boyfriend as you were busy studying in the library with your friends and sisters. But regardless of that fall break was coming up and you had planned your visit to see Cove after midterms.

You made sure to text Cove to tell him you weren’t going to be as available but you knew he’d be a little sad but understanding knowing how clingy he was. However being in this situation you didn’t have time to focus on that.

Friday rolled around and you’d opted to fly home instead of taking the 5 hour drive. You’d planned it to be a surprise getting there earlier instead of the usual time. You had your moms pick you up from the airport and they smothered you with hugs and kisses once they saw you walk out of the gate.

You told them about how the semester was going and told them about your organization and they were just happy you were home. They took you family condo and you immediately got dressed to surprise your-probably-worried-you-hadn’t texted-him-for-a-bit-boyfriend. You sent him a text you saying were leaving in the morning which was normal but you’d always sent a follow up once you took a stop in your usual road trip.

You made your way to the tropical place restaurant where he worked and had even stopped by a local candy shop to pick up some fudge for him.

You swung the door open with a jingle and you’d somehow caught Cove conveniently at the host podium but unfortunately the moment he saw you he started immediately choking on the water he was drinking. His boss rushed over to check on him and noticed you and started laughing.

They said “Oh Cove, ever the smooth one. Why don’t you go take a long lunch since your partner is back.” They patted him on the back as he was still hacking pretty hard but you could see tears forming his eyes. You were unsure whether they were from being excited to see you or because he was in pain from choking.

You quickly pulled your dying boyfriend outside and let him finish recovering. After clearing his throat a few times he brought you into a big hug. And kissed your face all over.

“I didn’t expect you back so early!”

“I know I flew instead of driving since I wanted to see you so bad since I have more time! Fall break doesn’t end til Wednesday so you’re stuck with me until then.”

He puts a hand to his heart and says “oh what shall I do with you for that long.” He says it with a sly look in his eyes. But you also notice a bit of sadness in his voice but choose not to comment on it. You will later but not when he has to eventually go to back to work.

“So, do you want to eat here or find somewhere else to go. I guess I have a longer lunch but I don’t want to push it.”

You both opt for eating at his workplace but sitting outside around back away from the customers. You quickly fall into your normal conversations and you tell him about the midterms and your initiation into your sorority, telling him for the first time you have a secret he can’t know. He tries to get you to spill jokingly but you won’t budge. You also sense his sadness rising but again you won’t push until you’re in private.

Eventually your hour comes to a close and you tell him you’ll see him at his apartment later. You wave the spare key he gave you when he moved in and start your 15 minute trek back to your home to grab your belongings which you had left with your moms before they dropped you off to see him.

You ran inside and gave them a quick hug, popped over to Mr. Holden’s house to let him know you were back, who was just as shocked and then made your trek to Cove’s one bedroom apartment.

His complex was actually rather close to your family homes, he now had his independence but was still close enough to pop in on both families. You’d appreciated it since you’d stay at both places when you were in town and if Elizabeth was in town you got to stay with Cove. Though there was still a room available it was mostly just a weak excuse but your families never minded.

You opened up the door and inhaled and felt at peace. The citrusy-ocean scent you were used to hit you and made you tear up slightly. You walked your bag to Coves bedroom and then grabbed your entertainment of choice and headed into the living room to wait for him to get back. Since he was working a morning shift you expected him home in about an hour.

While you waited you remembered the fudge bought for him and made sure to grab it and display it on his coffee table.

Like clockwork when the clock struck 3, your tired boyfriend walked inside. All of the exhaustion on his face completely melted away at the sight of you and in two steps, thankful to his long legs he was holding you in his arms. Very enthusiastic for someone who’d already greeted you.

“You just saw me though!”

“I know but I didn’t get to do this earlier” he brought his lips to yours and the world stood still and all felt at peace. After a few moments you broke apart and you motioned to the fudge on the table.

“I bought some of your favorite to surprise you!”

You saw tears start to form in his eyes and then tears started to form in yours and you both hugged each other again before settling in a tangled pile of limbs on the couch.

However you were still aware of the subtle sadness he was giving off and decided now was the best time to bring it up.

“Hey.”

You looked at him with worry and he immediately went wide eyed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“No, you tell me? I could tell you weren’t all there today when I saw you at the restaurant.”

“Oh,” he sighed. “Yeah. I’m sorry. It’s nothing.”

You looked at him and he immediately broke.

“No you’re right, sorry I don’t know why I sometimes do that still, you can read me like an open book.” He pulled you closer.

“I guess I was just feeling a little insecure.”

You were surprised. The Cove Holden. Insecure? You both trusted each other with the utmost care and neither of you had ever done anything warranting an insecurity to rise but you let him continue speaking.

“You looked like you were having so much fun in those photos, but seeing you with all those guys i didn’t know kind of got to me. And then you were busy the whole week, which I know you couldn’t help. But we couldn’t even talk about it and it just weighed on me.”

Oh Cove. You put a hand up to your mouth and tears started to form in your eyes. You pushed your face into his chest then looked up at him. He looked back at you with a deep intense love.

“I’m sorry I didn’t even think about that! Those guys joined their organization around the same time as me so we’d been getting to know each other and since it was the first time we got to drink I wasn’t even really conscious of what was happening! They’re just some good friends.”

At that he seemed to stiffen.

“What do you mean not conscious? You didn’t drink that much you blacked out?”

You were not actually a drinker at all and felt a little stung by his assumption. You weren’t even allowed to drink your entire new member process until you got initiated into the organization either so that was a first and you knew you didn’t pass your limits either.

“No Cove. I didn’t. I was fine, i didn’t mean it that way. I meant that those guys had just become part of my routine. Not that I had blacked out.” Your tone came out a little more hostile than you meant.

He looked away and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I know you’re responsible.”

He looked at you and picked up your hand and started massaging it.

“It’s just with alcohol, I worry about it since we never really drank in high school. You’re free to do that of course! You’re free to do whatever you want I just was worried since I’m not able to be there if anything bad did happen.”

Oh. He was right. It’s not like if you did get sick he’d be right there to be able to hold your hair back. Of course he was concerned. You were living different lives right now and it worried him that he couldn’t be a part of some of your firsts.

“Cove, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that. You’re always on my mind that it kind of felt like you’d be able to instantly come to my aid if I needed but you are actually 5 hours away and 3 if you fly.” You smiled sadly at him.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I trust you I really do, you know that but I’ve been realizing it’s hard for me at times watching you live this different life than me after we spent 10 years doing the same thing. I’ve never felt that insecurity before. In the back of my head I worry you’ll get bored of your boyfriend from your small hometown and want to move on to different things.”

You sighed at that, but not with any malice.

“Cove James Holden. You know you are the only one for me. Like you said, I’ve been with you for 10 years! You’re not getting rid of me that easily! And I’d never get bored of you!”

That elicited a chuckle and you pressed your lips to his cheek and then his lips.

Once you pulled apart he stayed looking at you with a soft gaze.

“I want you to have fun, have the whole college experience. I know you won’t always have time to talk to me. Thank you for sticking with me and riding out these insecurities I feel. You are my person and I know I’m yours.”

“Exactly! You are my absolute person.” You replied happily. Poking him in the chest.

“I love you,” he said as he pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“I love you two Cove Holden. Forever and always.”

——

Bonus:

You then spent the rest of the evening cooking dinner, catching up, and eventually having the nicest, deepest sleep you’re had in a while being back in the arms of your boyfriend. He had taken the weekend off so you didn’t even need to worry about waking up early in the morning.

When the sun peaked through the blinds you smiled up at the sleeping beauty who’d encased you protectively in his arms all night knowing someday you’d be doing this every day for the rest of your lives.

[youngbeezer]

(not my gif)

Prompt-- 4. Making playlists for each other (w Joel Farabee)

Referenced Post

Requested; yes / no

A/N: here is the final blurb (and i think my favorite!) for the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set! i had so much fun writing all of these; and if you havent already, go check out all my other blurbs that i have finished and tell me what you think! requests are opened so if you have any fic ideas or prompts you would like me to write,, hit up my inbox!

hope you like it!!!

Word Count: 890

Warning(s): a few curse words

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“Hey babe?”

“Hm?” I acknowledged my boyfriend, not taking my eyes away from the recipe, to make sure I didn’t forget any ingredients.

“We should make playlists for each other.”

This time, I do take my eyes off of the list to meet my gaze with Joel’s. I raise my eyebrows and give him a confused stare on his sudden suggestion. “Sorry?”

Joel walks to the other side of the island to rest his forearms on the marble countertop. “Playlists. Like I’ll make a playlist of songs that remind me of you and vice versa.” He shyly meets my gaze.

Still a little confused, I question further, “What made you think of this idea?”

He gives me a shrug and goes to steal a piece of the new brownies I just made. I lightly smack his head away which Joel lets out a little whine over.

“I don’t know. I like music. You like music. I thought it would be… cute.” He says the word cute so delicately, like he was embarrassed of even saying it out loud.

“Aw Bee!” I grin at my flustered boyfriend.

He shakes his head, letting out a breathy chuckle. “Damn. I can’t believe I really just said that.”

I throw my head back in laughter and make my way to the other side of the island. I wrap my arms around Joel’s torso before informing him, “Aw I think it’s a great idea bubs.” I pause and directly stare into his eyes with a fake serious look and continue, “But I swear, there better not be all rap music on mine.”

He scoffs and jokingly pushes me away. “Yeah and yours better not be just all Taylor Swift and country love songs.”

“I can’t help that I’m a hopeless romantic!”

Joel laughs and brings me back into my arms, giving my cheek a big smooch. I giggle when he continues to give my cheek sloppy little kisses that tickle.

“I’m definitely adding ‘Thot Shit’ to your playlist.” He murmurs into my ear.

My giggles soon turn into a full on belly laugh as I push Joel’s face away and go back to finishing up my brownies I was making earlier. He gives my ass a smack as I walk away and throws me a wink when I turn back to him with an incredulous look. I roll my eyes at my boyfriend and mumble out, “You’re insufferable.”

Joel wiggles his eyebrows at me as he walks backwards out of the kitchen. “You’re so in love with me.” He claims, right before he disappears out of my line of sight.

I smile to myself as I remove the brownies from the pan and onto the cooling rack.

“That I am.” I whisper to myself.

(...)

Over the next few days Joel and I are constantly adding songs to each other’s playlists. Whether it be songs that remind us of each other, or songs that spark happy memories between us-- or in one case where Joel and I were strolling through a park one day and I commented on the pretty sunflowers we saw; and Joel immediately went and added the song ‘Sunflower’ by Post Malone & Swae Lee. We both ended up taking this very seriously, and eventually it sort of became a game to see who can impress the other more.

“Joel. Did you really add ‘Hips don't lie’?”

I hear my boyfriend snort from the other room. “Sorry babe, I couldn’t resist.”

I shake my head at his antics and decide to go join him on the couch. He maneuvers himself on the couch so that there is room for me to lay as the little spoon against his body. Joel wraps his arms around me to pull me as close as possible. He buries his head into my neck, leaving feather light kisses there.

“You can delete it off of there. I was only joking.” He mumbles into my hair.

I crane my neck a little to be able to look up at Joel and exclaim, “So you don’t really think my hips are sexy?”

He almost looks offended at my question and tuts back, “Babe. I think everything about you is sexy.”

I smile, content with his answer and lean in to give him a peck on his lips. He whines a little when he realizes he’s only getting a peck and tries to follow after my retreating lips, but I voice out instead, “You know making playlists for each other was actually a great idea. I had fun doing it.”

“Me too.” He gives me one of his real smiles that I absolutely love so much. “I love you.”

“I love you too Bee.” Leaning in once again, this time I give him a real kiss. He makes a noise of approval that rumbles through my whole body. Catching me off guard, Joel is able to then slip his tongue inside my mouth, deepening the kiss.

Before it can get too heated, I reluctantly pull away to catch my breath. I see a little smirk forming on Joel’s face as his eyes keep switching between meeting my gaze and staring at my lips.

“Still think I’m insufferable?” He smirked, referencing my comment from earlier in the week. I playfully roll my eyes at my boyfriend and turn my body fully around again to face the TV.

“Yup.”

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[brockadoodles]

The CN Tower and Chocolate Chip Pancakes - w. nylander

AN: I swear before whipping this out I was complaining about no writing motivation and how I was going to finish my Christmas wips when this like came to me. So here’s a quick little story about one of our favorite blondies for @puckinghell​ and all of you. There is mention of losing a parent, which is something I closely relate to from losing one of mine recently, if that’s a trigger, I wouldn’t read this. It’s not an angst piece at all, I just think that warning is necessary. This also may or may not be self indulgent and based on an actual experience I had two years ago with a boy in NYC, but like, you didn’t hear that from me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. 

Word Count: 3,337 

Warnings: Mentions of death of a parent 

Christmas was usually your favorite time of the year. You loved how the city lit up during December, the white lights twinkling from the streetlights and trees, the fresh snow that usually littered the city of Toronto, and the constant smell of gingerbread and spices whenever you entered a building were all things that brought you comfort. This year, however, was different. It was the first year without your mom, without a lot of the traditions that the two of you would do together as you grew up. 

You tried though. You went through all of the motions of the holiday. You decorated a tree, blue and silver just like she always loved. You went skating, an experience that was far less fun without your mom to laugh with you when you fell. You went to the Christmas Market, buying a new small knick-knack, like every other year you had done since you were five years old. All of it felt forced, but you were hopeful. You were hopeful that one last Christmas tradition would bring you the sense of comfort you had been searching for during the entire month of December. 

The fleeting feeling of comfort and your mom were how you found yourself spending nearly $60 to go up CN Tower on Christmas Eve. A tradition that was usually entirely reserved for tourists visiting the city, a romantic setting with the tower lit up for the holiday and the nighttime skyline view of the entire city providing a cinematic backdrop for people’s perfect holiday moments. You weren’t a tourist, you had grown up in Toronto for your entire life, but your mom had always believed in the idea that it wasn’t a bad thing to be a tourist in your own city, so every year on Christmas even she would bring you up here and the two of you would sit on the observation deck and make a Christmas wish. No matter how lost you felt, it was the one tradition that you didn’t think you could ever give up. 

You wandered around the observation deck, the dark beanie on your head keeping your ears warm and your hands were securely tucked in your wool coat pockets as you watched the various people scattered around. It was getting late, the families with children were long gone, probably at home tucked into their beds, and most people that were left were younger couples. You glanced to your right, spotting a boy on one knee holding a ring out for the girl standing in front of him with tears in her eyes. You watched them for a moment, finding yourself wrapped up slightly in how happy they both looked. It gave you an idea for your Christmas wish, and you found yourself smiling softly as you closed your eyes and wished. 

“I love you, mom, Merry Christmas.” You whispered as you opened your eyes, the feeling of comfort not quite sinking into your chest yet. As you walked the familiar route to the elevators, you decided that once last stop before heading home for pancakes certainly couldn’t hurt. 

You walked down the street with your eyes focussed on your phone as the snow was falling a bit harder than it had been previously. You were searching for anything that was open on Christmas Eve, your stomach growling a bit as you scanned through the search results. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Someone exclaimed, grabbing your arm slightly to prevent you from falling into their chest. You looked up, seeing a boy that must have been around your age looking down at you with a concerned look in his blue eyes. You must have ran into him, too focussed on your phone to watch where you were walking properly enough. You studied his face for a minute, wondering if you had somehow met him before from the feeling of familiarity you were getting in your stomach. 

“Do I know you?” You blurted out, adverting your eyes a bit when you realized how rude you must have sounded to this boy immediately after quite literally bumping into him. It didn’t seem to phase him though, and he just smiled. 

“I think so? I’m William. You know Steph right? Steph LaChance?” And that’s when it hit you, you did know this boy, well sort of. You had met him maybe once before, at a mutual friend’s birthday party at least two years ago. 

“Ah, I do remember you. Wow, you look different, I mean, good.” You stumbled out. It was true, he did look a lot different than he did when you met him. His hair was longer, his face a bit rounder, and a short beard that definitely wasn’t there before. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment a bit as he laughed softly at your statement.

“So do you. Hey, this may seem a bit forward but, are you busy right now?” He asked. Part of you wanted to tell him yes, that you were busy. That way you could just get on the train back to your apartment, curl up with a warm cup of tea and your slippers, and fall asleep to the snow falling outside of your winder. But the other part of you was dreading going home, the sinking feeling of your first Christmas without your mom settling into your stomach and making you not want to go home. Because if you went home to your empty apartment, you’d have to fully confront your reality. So instead, you nodded up at William, taking a chance on the stranger in front of you that wasn’t quite a stranger. 

“What did you have in mind?” You asked softly.

“Come on.” He smiled at you and held his hand out for you to take, your question going unanswered as you hesitantly wrapped your hand in his, letting him lead you in the opposite direction you had come from. 

The walk was short and quiet, and your stomach grumbled once more when you stopped in front of what appeared to be the destination he was leading you to. You glanced up at the neon pink sign, the diner clearly out of date and straight from the 1980’s. You smiled to yourself, appreciating that somehow this stranger that wasn’t quite a stranger had instinctively known exactly what you needed at the moment. 

“I hope you like pancakes,” He smiled as he opened the door for you, gesturing you ahead with his hand. The diner was relatively empty, just a few other patrons sitting in the various worn-out leather booths. There were decorations everywhere, garlands wrapped around the posts holding up the ceiling and a small Christmas tree lit up in the corner of the diner, multicolored lights strung throughout but no ornaments. 

You followed William to a booth in the corner and watched carefully as he smiled at the waitress, her saying hello to him by name. You wondered if this was a place he went to frequently enough to be on a first-name basis with the people that worked here, or if perhaps they were just Toronto Maple Leafs fans who happened to recognize him.

“I come here all the time, usually after bad games. I just really like the people here, and something about diner food is comforting after a loss.” He explained before you had the chance to ask. You nodded at him while you shrugged off your jacket and pulled off your beanie, fixing your hair slightly as William handed you a menu from the side of the table. You grabbed the menu and let your fingers brush lightly against his, causing you to pull your hand back quickly. 

“Why did you want to come here tonight?” You asked softly, hoping that your question wasn’t taken out of context or as too intrusive for him to answer. William didn’t seem phased by any of it, instead offering you what would have been the fourth or fifth reassuring smile so far that night, if you were keeping count. 

“Just didn’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve, I guess.” He admitted. You were almost taken aback by his honesty with you, finding yourself wondering if he had asked you the very same question that you asked him if you’d answer as bluntly as he did. You felt oddly settled with him though, there in that shitty diner looking at a worn-out menu that probably hadn’t been updated in fifteen years and you found yourself wanting to give him the same openness that he gave you. 

“Me neither, I guess.” You commented, holding back and giving him just enough that hopefully he understood that on some level you felt how he felt, even if you couldn’t entirely admit to him why. 

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments as you both scanned over the menu. The waitress came over, sliding two pale brown mugs filled with coffee in both of your directions and noting that she would be back in a minute to check if either of you wanted any food. You scanned over the pancakes and peeked over at William, his eyes also scanning the page with concentration and you found your mind wondering about him once more. You watched as he bit his lip softly and wondered if he was the type who liked pancakes with fruit on them, or chocolate, an inconsequential fact that most people wouldn’t be phased by but to you said everything you needed to know about a person. 

“You said you hoped I liked pancakes, right, William?” You asked, breaking the silence between you as you closed your menu in front of you. He looked over the menu in his own hands at you, raising an eyebrow quickly and smiling softly before looking back down at the pages. 

“You can call me Willy if you want, and yeah. I like most kinds, but if you try to tell me fruit on pancakes is better than chocolate, I might have to leave.” He teased as he closed his menu, now looking fully at you with a smirk on his face. For a moment you went wide-eyed, wondering if he somehow crept into your mind and heard exactly what you were thinking. You recovered quickly though, and folded your hands quickly on the table, sending your own smirk back to him. 

“I’m not going to argue with that, it’s obviously the correct answer.” Willy didn’t say anything, instead, he nodded at you before taking a sip of the diner coffee, seemingly not phased by its lack of strength or flavor. You grabbed your own mug and the two of you settled into a much more relaxed conversation as you waited for the waitress to come back. Nearly two hours of conversation passing through you without either of you realizing just how personal you were being with each other. 

“Usually this place is faster than this, I’m sorry.” The boy in front of you commented, his head tilting toward the large analog clock on the wall that had shown it was nearing midnight, nearing Christmas. You weren’t worried though, glancing around the small diner as the snow fell harshly outside. You smiled softly at William, 

“We haven’t even ordered yet, and I’ve got nothing but time tonight.” Willy just smiled back at you, nodding a bit and catching the eye of the waitress. 

“Sorry guys, been a long day. What can I get you?” She smiled apologetically. You nodded at Willy to go first. 

“No problem, Grace.” He started, referring to the older woman by her first name. He glanced at you quickly, taking a leap of his own as he spoke,

“Can we just grab two orders of chocolate chip pancakes and more coffee?” he asked. 

“Confident, what if I wanted strawberry?” You teased, raising an eyebrow quickly. Willy laughed, a genuine laugh that somehow hit you in your chest as comfort settled into your system, a soft smile lingering on your lips as he started leaning into his hand that was resting on the table. He looked at you at that moment like you were more than just a stranger who wasn’t really a stranger to him, and you would be lying to yourself if you tried to ignore the butterflies that it was giving you. Willy felt familiar in an unfamiliar yet exciting way. It didn’t feel like you had only met him once, instead, it felt like you had known him in passing forever, your comfort level and trust quickly rising in him in just a few short hours of really knowing him. 

“No chance, you said I was right about chocolate, and I pay attention.” He threw back at you. 

“Okay, tell me the real reason you’re alone on Christmas Eve.” Willy pressed as he set his fork down, scooting the nearly empty plate away from his body and toward the center of the table. It was nearly 2 am at this point, and you weren’t sure if it was the few hours you had spent with him giving or the tiredness weighing you down that gave you the false sense of closeness with him, but you found yourself giving in anyway, wanting to tell him everything about yourself in hopes that he would for some reason be taking notes to remember you by. 

“It’s my first Christmas without my mom, she uhm, passed away earlier this year and I spent the whole day doing things by myself that we used to do together. So, when you asked if I was busy, I said no, because going somewhere with you felt better than going home to my empty apartment and my thoughts.” It felt good to get it out and Willy’s reaction confirmed what you had already assumed about him, that he wouldn’t judge you for not wanting to spend Christmas Eve alone. After all, before you ran into him, he was set on being alone. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He frowned. You just shrugged, you were used to the apologies, no one really knew what it was like when a parent passed away unless they had dealt with it themselves. The apology was an expression of sympathy, and you didn’t mind it coming from Willy. 

“What about you? Have a sad story to tell me?” You inquired. Willy sighed and for a moment you wondered if you had pushed too hard if you had overstepped some boundary that he had put up between you that you missed. But the sigh came with a nod as he continued, opening his mouth to speak quietly as you looked at him with eyes that you hoped indicated your willingness to take in whatever he had to say without any judgment. 

“I guess I’ve just been having a rough year, I’m not sure how closely you follow hockey, but, a lot of people are doubting if I belong here. I guess with not being able to go home and see my family, it was getting to me. Didn’t even really have any plans until you ran into me and I just felt comfortable asking you to do something.” His voice wavered as he spoke and his eyes dodged your own a few times as he went through what you could only gather were insecurities he didn’t like to talk about. You reached out and put your hand on his wrist, running your thumb slowly across his skin and smiling softly at him. 

“You belong here, Willy. I’m not sure how much that means coming from a stranger, but you belong here.” He lit up at your words, turning his hand to grab yours. Your heart pounded in your chest as he laced your fingers together and gave your hand a soft squeeze before letting go, a silent thank you that didn’t need words. You knew what he was trying to say, you didn’t need him to verbally thank you for it. 

The two of you started putting your coats back on, the night coming to a close that you weren’t sure you were ready for. You hadn’t expected to have a good Christmas, and while it certainly couldn’t compare to the ones of your past, as you sat in that diner with Willy for hours you felt like you were soaking in the comfort you had spent the entire month trying to find. Each time he laughed at something you said you melted further into the old booth. 

Willy set some cash on the table, ignoring your protests as he paid for the meal, and grabbed your hand, once again lacing your fingers together as he tugged you out of the restaurant, this time not letting go once you stepped outside. 

“I’ll drive you home, I’m just parked a bit far. Is that okay?” He asked. You smiled and nodded in response, too focussed on the warmth of the feeling of his hand in yours and how it sent waves of feeling straight to your heart and butterflies to your stomach. 

The two of you walked in silence for about a block, his hand never wavering from yours until you were standing at a crosswalk. He stopped and looked around a bit. You were near the Christmas market, some of the lights were still on despite how late it was. The decorations were visible from where you were standing on the street, and the only light was coming from the reflection of the twinkling lights reflecting off of the snow. He turned to face you, squeezing your hand gently as he stumbled through his next few words,

“I know this is so abrupt and we just sort of met, and maybe it’s the over romanization of Christmas getting to my head but I really want to kiss you right now.” 

You looked up at him, his eyes were warm and the snow was settling into the hair sticking from his beanie. It might have been exactly what he said, the romanization of meeting someone outside of a shitty diner on Christmas Eve and somehow spending the whole night with them sharing things that you hadn’t even entirely shared with your closest friends. 

The more you thought about it the more you felt like it was a bad Christmas movie. But bad Christmas movies always ended in a kiss, and you weren’t about to stop the tradition now. So you grabbed him by the collar of his stupidly overpriced pea coat and crashed your lips to his before you could stop yourself. Willy settled into the kiss quickly, wrapping his hand around your waist and tugging your body into his chest. When you pulled apart, the puffs of cloudy air from your breath filled the space around you, and he smiled at you like you were the best thing he could have hoped for this Christmas, a feeling that was unspoken yet mutual. 

You buried your face into his chest, stomach in knots as you overthought exactly what had just happened and what it all meant. Willy took his hand and tilted your chin up so that your eyes were looking at his, smiling at you before leaning in to kiss you again, his lips brushing yours softly. 

“You never told me what you wished for.” He commented when you pulled apart. 

“You somehow gave it to me, Willy.” You smiled and kissed him again, tangling your hand with his once again. You didn’t need to elaborate, because Willy understood what you meant. He had given you comfort, a feeling of not being alone on the one holiday where no one should have to be alone. He didn’t know what the future held, or what this would mean to you by the time the enchantment of the holidays wore off, but he knew that right now you were what he wanted, and he could only hope that you felt the same as you kissed him for the third time that night in the snow.  

[feelingisshit]

Don’t Know Me - Stan Uris x Reader

Warnings - swearing, sexual mentions, victor and belch, this is my first time writing for IT

Stan and I had never really got along, it wasn’t like we always hated each other but we really never clicked as I did with the rest of the losers. We just never really had anything in common except our friends which obviously wasn’t enough because those friends started to become what was pushing us even farther apart. A snide remark from Richie here and there and then the rest of the group opting to believe Stan more often than not put more tension on our relationship and soon enough both of us did hate each other. 

“God, why do you have to correct everything I say? You’re such a fucking know-it-all Stanley!” Stan scoffed and rolled his eyes so aggressively that I thought maybe they’d fall out of his damn head. “All you do is try to take control of everything I do or say! And you know what else Stan?” I ask, moving towards him and poking a finger into his chest. “What? What nonsense do you have to say this time (y/n)? Really I’d love to know!” this makes me fume and if we were in a cartoon you’d most likely see smoke shoot out of my ears. “That! That’s what else Stan! You act like I’m so ignorant when really I get the same grades if not better than you do. Just because I don’t like to use my free time to study new things like you and Ben do doesn’t mean I’m an idiot!” I stomp and all the losers shrink back away from us.

I look over at them and my eyes immediately when I see that Eddie and Ben are visibly worried. I turn back to Stan who’s looking down on me with an expression I can’t quite read. I sigh heavily before grabbing my bag off the dirt-covered planks of the clubhouse and heading to the ladder up. “W-Where are you y-y-you go-going (y/n)?” Bill stutters out and I shoot Stan a glare before looking back at Bill. “I need a breather so I’m going back into town, probably home. If you guys want to hang out again later that’s fine by me.” I say before taking the ladder back up to the surface and walking back towards town to get ice cream.

“Why? Why the fuck does he hate me so much?” I cried, leaning over my ice cream. God Stan pisses me off to no end but at least I’m really the only one who he treats this way. At least he’s nice to the rest of the losers. “He’d be so pretty if he wasn’t scowling all the time…” I say to myself before finishing my ice cream. As I finish my cone and start to get up I get pushed back down onto the curb. I look up and see the two remaining boys of Bowers’ gang above me with hesitant smiles and shifting eyes. They look down on me with much more venom than I’ve ever seen in Stan’s eyes when he looks at me. “What are you doing all alone on the pavement? Your group of fuck buddies tired of you already? Ya get too used for their liking?” Victor spat at me and I let out a laugh without thinking. He grabbed me by my top and pulled me closer to him, so close that I could smell the liquor he had been drinking. The scent hit my nose so hard that I didn’t get to hear what he had said before he slapped me, threw me to the pavement, kicked me in the side a few times, then ran for the hills with Belch following closely behind.

“Are you alright (y/n)?” I didn’t get to register who had said that to me before I started crying again. Whoever had come to check on me just sat beside me quietly listening and rubbing a hand over my back to help soothe me. While I cried I let everything go to this stranger, I told them about practically everything that had been bothering me. Like part of the traumatic events of earlier that summer and how much Stan being a major dickhead was affecting me. All they did was rub their hand up and down my back and before I had realized it, the sun was already almost set and I would need to be home soon for dinner.  I quickly got up, wiped my eyes, gathered my belongings, and shouted a quick thanks before running off in the direction of my home without thinking to take a quick look back.

The next few times the losers club hung out Stan was fairly silent, opting to read a book instead of listening to mostly just Eddie and Richie bickering. The fourth hangout all Stan could seem to do was stare at me over the edge of his big book of birds. Yet, every time I locked eyes with him he looked away quickly, acting as if he hadn’t just been peering at me for at least fifteen minutes straight. That was about all I could stand to let him stare me down while I was trying to have a conversation with Ben and Beverly. “Why is he staring at you like that? Did something happen after you went to take a breather?” Bev questioned and Ben shuddered from the memory of how angry I had gotten. “I have no fucking clue to be completely honest with you. I really wish I did know what was going on in that pretty head of his…” I said without really thinking too much and both Ben and Bev did a double-take after I had said it. I regretted my words as soon as they had absentmindedly come out of my mouth and I laid my head in my hands, thankful that Stan was sitting on the other side of the clubhouse from us.  

“(y/n)? What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” Bev teased and Ben pushed her a bit but all she did was laugh and then lean onto Ben’s shoulder to listen to what I’ll have to say. “Seriously tho, Bev’s teasing aside, I never thought I’d hear you say something like that about one of us and especially not Stan.” I groan and lift my head to look around. Everyone was still caught up in their conversations to pay us any mind. The only person who even thought to give us attention was still just Stan. When I caught his eyes with mine he didn’t look away immediately like he had before, like he somehow knew we were talking about him. I wave my hand awkwardly and he simply nods back at me and then looks back down to keep reading his big bird book.

I leaned forward towards the two so that hopefully only they could hear me. “Yeah…” I sighed and shook my head “I think Stan is cute but that doesn’t change the fact that we still basically hate each other.” Ben nodded thoughtfully with a hand to his chin. Bev butts in, “I don’t know, I think something has changed. He’s never kept his distance like this.” She stated plainly, leaning back against the wooden post with her hands laced behind her head. “He usually just sits with everyone and then argues with you if you bring something up. Are you sure nothing happened between you two after you had left?” She asks closing her eyes to rest them, a soft smile resting on her lips.

“I mean yeah i’m sure, unless you guys sent him after me. Someone, I didn't get to see who, checked up on me after I got pushed around a bit by Victor and Belch outside the ice cream shop.” She coughed and sat straight up looking at me with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath. “Victor and Belch got to you and you didn’t think to mention it to any of us?!” Bev shouted which quickly gained the rest of the boys’ attention. The only eyes that didn't look up at Bev were Stan’s. In fact, he actually shrank even further into his book if that were even possible. I tried to wave everyone’s attention off but none of them even started to look away until I had proved that I was fine other than a few bruises. After they had all finally gone back to their prior conversations I told Ben and Bev what I had ended up saying to whoever was kind enough to comfort one of the loser kids. Ben and Bev exchanged looks but neither of them seemed to want to make an effort to express what they were thinking.

The next time we all got together again was at Bill’s place for a sleepover. And by then whatever remorse Stan had for me had passed because he was back to being obnoxious as usual, correcting my grammar, and whatever else he thought I was wrong about. “Ya know what Stan?” I finally spit out after he had corrected my grammar for maybe the twelfth time already that night. Everyone looked nervously between the two of us, scared that a screaming match would start soon. Stan cocked an eyebrow at me and my eye twitched before I started to answer, “Stan, I have no idea why you had mercy on me for a few days and I have absolutely no clue what crawled up your fucking ass and died that put you in a shit mood but I really don’t want to be in a bad mood tonight. Do you think you could at least be a little nicer to me for your friends so you don’t fuck up their time?” I was exhausted already and we had only been at Bill’s for maybe an hour. “Honestly I might just head to bed now so Stan plays nice since he only ever seems to really be upset with me. Or maybe I’ll just head home even so I’m not even in the same house to be upset with. Oh, and Stan?” He tilted his head questioningly. “Maybe get to know a girl a bit more before you hate her cause honestly you don’t even really know me.” I breathed and gathered my belongings. I tried to leave too but Bill was one step ahead of me.

“P-please do-don’t leave (y/n). You can go l-lay down in-in my room if y-you need a bre-breather.” I nod and smile softly, “Thanks Billy.” I say before setting my bag back down on the floor by the couch and heading up to Bill’s room for a break from the chaos. After a few minutes of getting to lay in silence and stare at the ceiling a knock sounded at Bill’s bedroom door. “Come in,” I say, half expecting Ben, Bev, or Eddie to be the one at the door but when I look over at the door after it had opened I see Stan standing there awkwardly in the frame of the door. “I said you could come in Stan, I don’t know why you’re up here but believe me you’re welcome to come in none the less.” I say looking back up at the ceiling. I hear the floorboards creak and feel the bed dip beside me. I hear Stan mumble something and I sigh and sit up on the bed. “I couldn’t hear what you said, you’re mumbling.” I state, looking straight at Stan whose face is red and his golden brown eyes are shifting quite a lot. “I’m sorry, okay!” he suddenly shouted and it startled me since he doesn’t usually get very loud.

“What?” I say more out of confusion than anything else and Stan stands and starts to head towards the door. I jump up and grab at his wrist to stop him. “I didn’t come in here to fight you, I’m sorry. I’ll try to leave you be from now on. That’s all I came to say.” he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand nervously. “You sure? It sorta seems like there’s more you want to say.” I ask and he sighs, “I was the person who was with you after Victor and Belch got to you  and I didn’t realize how much what i said actually affected you. So, I’m sorry for everything I’ve said to or about you.” He apologizes with a red face and I chuckle lightly. “I’m sorry too Stan, I haven’t been all that honest with you either.” He tilts his head in confusion and I shake my head and continue, “I don’t hate you Stan, I honestly wish I did after everything you’ve done and said to me to piss me off over the years. Really I,” I pause, taking a deep breath before I admit this to him. 

“I  honestly think you’re pretty cute, handsome, pretty, whatever word you’d prefer.” I manage to spit out with a heated face and this time not from anger but from slight embarrassment of admitting something I’ve only told Bev and Ben. He just stands there staring at me in awe or shock, I couldn’t quite tell which. I place a hand on his shoulder and pull him down to my level. I place a soft kiss on his cheek before starting to head back to the group sitting in Bill’s living room. “I guess you do know me huh Stan Uris?” I whisper to myself before walking into the living room and sitting down among the other losers.

[cousinwingding97]

Silver Memories

Chapter Five: Corvus

Warnings: Description of killing someone. This one is a long one as well, so the next chapter will be shorter since this took a lot out of my brain. Enjoy!

Mando listens as you describe the nightmare, or possible vision for lack of a better word, with rapt attention. Every detail is seared into your brain much like the memory of being whipped that keeps playing over and over; this one feels different, though, like an out of reach dream rather than a bone deep memory. You don’t know which is worse and you wouldn’t mind some happy memories to play in the darkness of your mind while drifting to sleep.

He shrugs it off saying it’s just a nightmare or memory before turning back to the flashing lights of hyperspace. You want to argue considering the details seem more recent and there was no sign of pain and destruction while you two were on Pollis Massa, but he cuts you off with a, “We’ll find out from my friend what it is. For now, try not to let it bother you.”

Yes, brilliant idea. Can’t believe I didn’t think about not letting it bother me, you think to yourself. Even with his words, you can’t help but notice that Mando seems much more tense in the shoulders. You’re wondering if he is just trying to make you feel better in his own way.

“Do I have enemies?”

“W-what? Why do you ask?”

“Well, I mean the dream made it seem like that guy wants to kill me or capture me at least, I was found in a cell; I can’t help but feel like people don’t want me around.”

“Everyone has enemies. Yours probably grew in number just from hanging out with me.”

“Why? Do people not like you?”

Mando lets out a small sound like a disbelieving laugh, “Most people aren’t too excited about a bounty hunter sullying their place of business In case we end up causing a mess or chasing after them. I’m not welcome to most places.”

Something twists in your heart. It feels like pity or just discomfort with the idea of people judging based off the armor and job Mando performs. “Don’t you get lonely?”

Mando shifts in his seat, “I’ve never really thought about it,” he says, but you can’t help but feel a wave of sadness wash over you. A desire to fit in and be loved, but only ever being held at arms length or feared. The emotions don’t feel like your own; in fact, you know they aren’t since you can’t place any experience to that feeling. It feels more like Mando’s due to the tinge of anger underneath it all. Why wouldn’t a child be loved unconditionally and why should anyone be untouched by the love and kindness of others?

“You have,” you breathe out more to yourself. The realization hitting you like a punch to the gut, slamming all of your emotions out to be filled with his. “You’re lonely. No one gave you what you really wanted.”

You can almost see the faceless warriors demanding excellence, violence, pure fight from every child instead of the love a child needs. A desire for every child to perform perfectly without any thought or care towards what actually children need to develop and thrive. It hurts. You don’t know why, but your heart feels like there are claws hollowing it out from the inside. Your breath starts to burn in your lungs.

“Stop it.”

“You just want the gentleness and love, you want to be loved, yet you can’t have it now.” The words flow out of your mouth, unwelcome.

“I said stop.”

“Everyone is too scared of you. Mandalorians are warriors first. Nothing else.”

“Snap out of it!” Mando literally snaps his fingers in front of your eyes and just like that, the spell is broken. You can breathe again and once you can, all you feel is numb, as if all of Mando’s emotions took your own, leaving you with nothing. Your eyes focus on Mando again. He’s staring at you. The T Visor reflects the stars of hyperspace making it look like there’s a mini galaxy in his visor instead of the black void you had grown used to. You know he’s angry by his tone and the stiffness of his body language, but you aren’t scared of him now. He won’t hurt you because he’s not angry at you, just exposed from your earlier invasion into his mind. His walls are up even higher now, you can’t help but feel like you’ve backtracked in his trust of you.

“Sorry, I just... felt you. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”

He tilts his helmet subtly. Something has changed between you two and he senses it now. Less fear and mistrust on your side and more on his side now with more questions for each of you.

“The sooner we find my friend, the better. Maybe she can help you control whatever this is.”

The rest of the flight is spent in awkward silence.

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Corvus looked absolutely dreadful from the viewport of the Vanguard. A foggy, barren dead planet. Dead trees, fog that clouded everything like a cloak of death. Your mood was already sour from the flight with your emotions plus Mando’s silent brooding now adding to the ever growing list of negative emotions about the current state of affairs. You absolutely hated everything about this place already. The dark gloom ate into your soul.

Mando was quiet as ever. The rest of the flight he remained silent and didn’t even look at you. You figured it was probably the invasion of privacy, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help any of this! He had a right to be angry, but it still pissed you off that he seemed to be taking it out on you when you couldn’t even control what was going on.

Only when the ramp lowered and you were standing on this new planet did he finally speak to you, “Last I saw, Ahsoka was this way.” He hadn’t even stopped walking to say that, so you had no choice except to follow. Begrudgingly, you did. Like I have a choice in which way.

As if this planet couldn’t get worse, there was a silence weighing heavily around you, broken only by animalistic grunts and growls every so often. You jumped each time, scouring the area for any threat. The thought of holding on to Mando’s arm entered your mind once or twice, but his lack of reactions gave you an ounce of courage. Even if he still didn’t speak to break the heavy spell of this planet.

“Are we in danger?” You whispered into the fog.

“No.” Was the short reply.

“Then why are you not speaking?”

“Because I don’t have anything to say.”

“Even back on the ship? We are about to see a friend of yours, I’m apparently able to feel emotions through unknown powers that may be growing, I have creepy visions or dreams and you have nothing to say?” You abandoned the whispering for full volume talking, but still keeping it from yelling just in case.

“Until we know more, there’s nothing I can say.”

“More like won’t.”

The Mandalorian turns to you with a sigh, “We’ve been over this once. I’m not going to trigger you if I can help it and there’s not much to say. I hate to say it, but I’m just clueless as you are and I’m taking a shot in the dark hoping that she can help us. I’m sorry, but this is the best I’ve got right now.”

It hits you like a laser shot. Mando doesn’t know and that terrifies you. This whole time you had been following his lead thinking he knew what to do in order to bring back your memories, but he’s just as lost as you. You had been blindly trusting this man to help you and he doesn’t even have the answers. Sure, he knows more about you than you do, but the visions and emotional tune-ins are new to him as well.

“Did I not have these abilities before?”

“I don’t know.”

Mando leads you through the dead forest. Over logs, around boulders and deeper into the fog. This planet may have flourished at one time, but it looked like a graveyard now to you. There were shapes in the distance of creatures, but the lack of light coming through the fog didn’t show much detail, letting your imagination draw up horrible images of what may lie beyond the fog.

“Why does your friend live on a creepy, haunted planet?”

“It’s not haunted, just damaged. When I met her, she was freeing the locals from a tyrant who tortured those within her walls.”

“Do you think she’s still here then?”

“Maybe. The locals should be able to tell us more. If not, we can at least stock up on supplies.” The idea of people living on this planet is a tad bit surprising to you.

After hours of walking, the forest seems to give way to a grey wall. There are people posted along it, and upon seeing the silver armor, there’s a sudden rush of noise and clamor. A gate housed in the middle of the wall opens revealing an elderly man making his way towards both of you.

“Mandalorian! Welcome back! Come in, come in! Night is falling. You can rest within our walls.”

Mando doesn’t say anything, but does reach up and clasp forearms with the man who now notices you. “Oh, miss! We hadn’t expected you to be back as well. Glad you both could join us.”

You immediately looked to Mando in surprise. You had been here with him too. You must’ve have met this friend while she was here. It made sense, but you were starting to wonder how long and for what reason you stuck around.

Mando kept walking without even noticing you. The village within the walls was lively. Houses lined the main street and bustling with activity. Vendors shouting their wares, children playing in the street and racing off down the winding streets veering off to the rest of the village. Even with the plain grey and brown neutral tones of the buildings, there was life within these walls that made you smile. It was a complete night and day difference compared to outside the walls.

People were happy here and happy to see you and Mando. Villagers would point at you two and wave. Some even clapped Mando on the back or hugged you. It was starting to overwhelm you. Did you know these people? Were you from here?

Mando noticed your growing concern and cut off the old man’s ramblings, “I’m sorry, but I need to find Ahsoka Tano. Is she here? My friend here lost her memories and needs her help.”

The old man looks to you in surprise and sorrow, “Oh, you should have said something earlier! My apologies, miss. Unfortunately, Ahsoka is not here at the moment. She’s taken up a new adventure outside of our walls. She said she would be back in a few days though.”

“And when was this?” You blurt out in despair.

“Two days ago. She will most likely be back very soon if you can wait.”

“Did she say where she was going? Maybe we can find her quicker.” Mando asks.

“No, I’m afraid not. To be honest, I can’t even say if she’s on this planet with absolute certainty.”

It takes all the strength in your body to hold your mouth shut to keep from screaming.

“You and your friend are more than welcome to stay with my family in the meantime, if you wish. After everything you did for us, it’s the least we can do in return.”

Mando accepts the offer for both of you. The man leaves to go tell his wife and family in order to prepare the house for you two. When he’s left, Mando turns to you.

“I’d rather not wait if we don’t have to. Are you alright staying here while I scout out the area and see if I can track her down myself?”

“Mando, I don’t know these people despite their knowing of me! Do you trust them? And what if this Ahsoka lady comes back and you’re not here?”

He holds a hand out as if to calm you, “I won’t leave tonight. That will give me time to see if these people are fully trustworthy and let you get comfortable with them. Is that better?”

You roll your eyes in annoyance. It was, but still not fully satisfying. “Again though, what if she shows up? I won’t know her. What if we miss her?”

Mando tilts his helmet in thought. His hands settle on the belt on his hips. As if the answer came to him from touching his belt, he suddenly reaches in a pouch and grabs something. Gingerly, he reaches out his fist to you. You lift your palm and he drops a black device into your hand. It’s small and round with an oval end and a piece that juts out from the bottom. There’s a blinking blue light on the oval end.

“Here. It’s a communicator that connects directly to my helmet. It may look small, but as long as it’s on and in your ear, it will connect to me. I’ll tell the old man to let everyone know that if Ahsoka shows up, to come to you. If she does, you just press the oval end and tell me. Does that help?”

You look at the device again and gently put it in your ear. The fit is perfect and light. You press the button to test it and Mando nods in confirmation that it worked.

“Okay. That’s fine. Just don’t be gone too long. If I have another episode, I’d rather it be by someone who is already used to my weirdness.”

If you hadn’t turned on the device to test it, you never would have heard the very small breath that passed through your ear. It was a laugh. A gentle huff, but a laugh that you could hear due to the connection to Mando’s helmet. You smiled fully in pride knowing you secretly made him laugh.

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The old man returned to find you and Mando shopping for new supplies. Both of your arms were full by the time he came back and showed you to his house that was within eyeshot of another gated larger house in the middle of the street. You didn’t get a good look at it, but you felt like that place held a lot of sorrow and pain within its walls.

The old man, whose name you learned was Ko, introduced you to his family. His wife, Leeda and their eldest son with his wife and a young grandson. They were extremely polite to you and Mando, catering to anything and everything. They took your bags and set them on the table by their laundry room and ushered you into the kitchen for dinner. The food smelled delicious, permeating the whole house with spice, meat and melted butter. You had no idea what it was, but sitting down to eat the seared meat and baked vegetables brought you to the most light-hearted you had felt since waking up. You ate with vigor and listened to the family speak of anything and everything. 

The grandson brought up something you had forgotten until he piped up, “Mr. Mando, why aren’t you eating? Mom says that we have to eat if we are to stay strong!”

You had been distracted with the food and hadn’t even noticed the hunk of metal sitting next to you not saying a word or eating. His creed not even allowing a meal in the presence of others, but there he sat in silence, forgoing any part of impoliteness to even mention that he couldn’t eat. Everyone’s eyes were now on Mando as he sat in awkward silence. You set the silverware down in shame. How could you forget something like that? The poor guy hadn’t had food in who knew how long? He’d been with you this whole time.

“Jax, hush! That is impolite to ask of a Mandalorian.” His mother piped up.

“No, it’s okay. I ate recently. If I can, I’d like to take some to my room for later.” You knew it was a lie. He hadn’t had food recently. There was no way unless he had hidden tubes beneath that armor, but the family seemed to buy his lie. 

You suddenly stood up announcing, “We are actually really tired from traveling so much and shopping, I am afraid we must retire. Can we see our rooms?”

Ko looks up startled, but laughs it off, “Oh yes! Of course! I should’ve known you two would be so tired. Come, come. I will show you to your room.” 

You smile at him as he stands to show you to the rooms. You were just relieved that Mando would eat soon. He must have been starving! It was astonishing you that he was still standing without a hint of exhaustion or shaking.

Following Ko out of the dining room, you were led down the hall full of family photos, to a door at the end. One door. “Here’s where you two will be staying. I’m sure you will find it comfortable.” The two of you. He meant both of you. He meant for you to stay in the same room as Mando. Oh, please have two beds. You opened the door hesitantly and lo and behold, one large bed. It was so cliché you couldn’t help the small giggle that tickled out of your throat. Before you could protest, Mando chimed in that it was perfect and thanked Ko for his hospitality while gently pushing you further into the room to close the door. 

You immediately went on the defense, “Why did you tell him this is fine! You need your privacy to eat! I can’t stay here.”

Mando had been holding up one hand while balancing the food in his other, preparing for a fight. He seemed to pause at your words. “You want to leave?”

“Yes! If it means you get to eat, then yes, I will leave or hide in the bathroom, whatever you need. I know you haven’t eaten for at least a day.”

He sets the food on one of the side tables next to the left side of the bed. He shuffles on his feet thinking about his next move. You move to leave thinking he was trying to come up with a nice way of telling you to get out. Before you can, “You can stay. If you want. Just as long as we sit on the floor facing the opposite way. Only if you’re comfortable, though.”

You can’t tell if it’s a plea or just him trying to make it seem like all of this is no big deal. You have no idea, you can’t really deny the fact that you want to stay. The idea of being out there with people who act like they know you makes you far more uncomfortable. “Alright.”

You cross the room to the right side of the room, pretending to notice all the details of the room instead of thinking about his heavy gaze. He watches you the whole time. You try not to fidget or trip over yourself in the midst of his watchful gaze. You turn your back to him and slide down the side of the bed until your legs are in front of you straight out and your butt hits the cold floor. You awkwardly give him a thumbs up over the side of the bed, “Anytime you’re ready.”

You hear a hiss and a clank of armor onto the wood table. You freeze. Your body immediately wanted to turn towards the noise. The curiosity alone makes you want to look. Maybe you had seen his face before all of this had happened and it would help trigger your memories. The thought leaves as soon as it enters. You weren’t about to betray his trust with something this monumental to him.

The quiet sounds of him sliding down to the floor and then starting to eat greet your ears. It’s so quiet and you can’t help but fill the tormenting silence with anything to distract yourself from what’s right across the room from you. It would be so easy to take a peek and the temptation leads you to studying everything around you. The room is large compared to the small compartments of Boba’s ship and the Vanguard, not large enough to distract you though. The view of the wall and its single picture of Ko’s family isn’t entertaining after a few seconds. The only window is right above the bed so you can’t look out of it without risking seeing Mando.

Boredom finally reaches its peak within your brain so you call out to the other side of the room, “How do they know me? They keep treating us like we are gods. What did we do?”

There was no way to prepare for the voice that greets your ears. You hadn’t thought about how Mando’s voice would sound and even if you had, it would never compare to reality. A warm rumble of whispered honey caresses your ears and slides down your body in a comforting bass, “This planet was under the control of the Empire. The ones that ripped your memories from you. We helped free them.”

“We?”

“Ahsoka, you and me.”

“How’d I do anything?”

There’s a pause for faint chewing. You felt kinda bad for insisting that he eat and then not letting him have that luxury by constantly asking questions.

“You think that trick you did to catch that little guy on the flying lizard was an accident? Luck? You helped a lot in that fight.”

As if hearing your next question forming, he interjected, “That’s all I will say. Why did you care so much about me eating?”

The change in topic throws you. All bubbling questions leave your mind as you try to focus on the answer.

“You still don’t seem to fully trust me, you haven’t shown any concern earlier, so why now?” He asks as if to clarify his question.

“I don’t know. I’m still struggling with it. These people act like decent people, the Empire must be the bad guys here for what they did to me and this town. I guess you are the closest thing I know to be good. You are trying to help me as far as I can tell, putting in more effort than Boba or anyone else so far, but here I am not offering any sort of help back. I get that I don’t know what I can and can’t do; however, that shouldn’t stop me from making sure my pilot is in fit condition. Maybe I hate your guts with my memories, maybe we were best friends. I’ll try to stay more in the moment and trust you until you prove otherwise, as long as you are more open with me about yourself. And not about your personal stuff, just tell me if you need rest or food, okay? It won’t ruin your scary image, I promise.”

He’s quiet as you hear him finish his food and set the plate back on the table. When you hear his voice again, it’s the blasted coder instead of sweet honey, much to your disappointment.

“Alright. Only if you do the same.”

You take that as permission to look at him again, so you stand and turn to him. His thighs are pressed to the bed as if trying to be close to you without crossing to your side of the room.

“We are pretty much on our own. I’m not used to counting on others, but you are too selfless and caring to be a burden. If I ask you something, I want you to be honest. I can’t help you if you end up passing out, having an episode, or worst of all: dying. I’ll do what I can to earn your trust.”

Your cheeks warm unwillingly. It sounded like Mando cared about you, so maybe you could trust him fully after all.

“Alright. Two-way street. Neither of us breaks these rules.”

“Fine. First question, is it alright if I sleep in here? Just as a precaution. I'll sleep in the chair, so you can have the bed."

The question catches you off guard. You honestly didn't know. The idea of him just watching you while you tried to sleep didn't sound like a lot of fun.

"Uh, are you actually going to sleep or just watch me the whole time?"

He seems to realize the way that sounded stutters a little, "I-no, uh, I meant, stay in here and sleep so I can be here in case something happens. Which it shouldn't, but just in case."

"As long as you promise to actually sleep. You need rest just like anyone else, you know that right? As far as I know, you aren't an android or anything. Are you a species that doesn't require a lot of sleep?"

He sighs and makes his way to the refresher off to the side of the bedroom, "Just get some rest."

Rectuantly, you lay down to get some sleep. The bed is cold from lack of use along with the night temperatures. You can hear water running as you lay there staring at the ceiling along with soft clanging as you imagine Mando removing his armor. You couldn't sleep with that kind of stuff going on. The mental image of what Mando might look like under the armor paired with that voice had your thoughts racing.

Once the door opens again, you catch a glimpse of Mando in just sleep clothes and his helmet before he turns off the light. It's a startling sight. Casual clothes and only his helmet? You never expected this. It was like seeing a rare creature out mythology in comparison to this. Almost intimate. You could see some tan skin barely peeking out of his tunic. He was still broad and large, yet more human. The skin looked human at least.

This was going to be a long night.

Sure enough, the next morning had left you waking up exhausted. Even knowing you were safe with Mando, the thought of a strange man at the foot of you bed still left you feeling restless, almost exposed. You had tossed and turned all night only catching bits and pieces of sleep every so often. When you awoke, Mando was already gone from the room. His weapons and armor were gone as well.

Leaving the room and entering the kitchen brought you back to a life outside of Mando and traveling with possible threats following you everywhere. Ko's family was already up and fixing breakfast together. The grandson, Jax, looked up to see you enter the kitchen. He grabbed your hand and dragged you over to help fix food with them. They were nice people that went to lengths to make you feel safe and at home with them.

You tried to make efforts to get to know them. It felt awkward with the almost hero worship they treated you with though. You had no idea how you had helped these people and if you even deserved it. What if Mando had just made it sound like you had helped so you wouldn't feel worthless?

They all had their own things to do after breakfast. Jax went to school, Ko's wife went out back to tend to her garden, and Jax’s parents, Lillian and Idris, went to visit another family. Ko at least invited you to drink tea on the back porch while watching his wife work in the garden. You gladly accepted.

"It is nice to have you and the Mandalorian back in our city. It's a good reminder that we are not easily forgotten. Mando did tell us you have been forced to forget everything, including yourself.”

You hum into your tea mug, noncommitedly, "Some Empire jerks took my memories. All of them. I don't remember ever being here."

"Well, I'm sure a part of it would be gladly forgotten. We were not a happy place until you and Mando came along. Ahsoka as well. Of course, it's not hard to expect from a Jedi. That is what they do."

"A Jedi?"

"Yes, the guardians of peace in the galaxy. You really have forgotten everything." His gaze of pity just makes your stomach turn. You didn't want pity. You didn't blame anyone but the people who did this to you.

"Is there anything you can tell me about myself? What was I like?"

Ko laughs in response, a genuine belly laugh, "You were a spit fire. You saw the injustice that was going on and you personally wanted to take on every guard and mercenary yourself. Mando had to hold you back. If it hadn't been for the need to find Ahsoka, you would've killed anyone in your way."

You couldn't help your eyes bulging our of your head. You? Killing people? Fighting in general? It was a crazy idea. You wanted to think this old man was crazy, but there was plenty of lucidity in the old man's eyes. He was telling the truth.

"What did I do? How'd I fight?"

"In any and every way. You didn't hold any punches. You used anything within your range. Blasters, staffs, even your fists. You were a sight to behold. You were kind to everyone in the city that was being held hostage here. You did whatever it took to free us. We are extremely grateful. We will do what we can to help you."

Once you had finished your tea, you left Ko to his own devices in order for you to think over everything he told you. You retreated to the solitude of the room you were sharing with Mando to rummage through the thoughts flying through your brain. The fear of accidentally triggering another violent memory had you curled up on the bed. Nothing happened though. You had taken a hot shower to calm down and changed into the clean clothes Leeda provided, yet now here you were with the spear you had stolen from Utapau. Mando had let you keep that at least. You were holding it trying to see if it felt familiar in your hands like a hidden instinct or muscle memory. Nothing was coming to you though.

You waited until night to check in with Mando. Perhaps a tad bit reluctantly, but you did worry about him being out there by himself.

"Mando, you there?"

The crackle in the communicator filled your ear and then his voice filled your head, "I'm here. Is everything okay?"

"That's what I was going to ask. Everything's fine. Just a little boring. It's almost strange to be living a quiet life after the past few days."

He chuckles lightly into the communicator, "I'm sure we will be on our way into trouble eventually. It's typical for me."

You smile tightly. You could wait on the trouble. "Any sign of Ahsoka?"

The answering sigh tells you enough, but still he answers, "None yet. I'm just trying to pick up any sort of trail. I'm found her camp from last time I met her and it looks abandoned. The only clue I found so far. It looks like she dismantled her camp fairly recently so that’s a sign she’s been here at least.”

"Hopefully she's okay and this isn't a wild bantha chase."

"I'm sure she is. She's a powerful warrior."

"Yeah, Ko said she's a Jedi. Apparently that means she's some sort of warrior."

"What else has Ko been telling you?"

"Just that apparently I know how to fight expertly as well." Your tone turns accusatory.

"Yes, you do. Don't ask though, I don't know where you learned or even all the things you can do."

Your pettiness still gets to you a little as wish him a quick goodnight and cut the line. It still frustrated the amount of information everyone knew. You really needed to stop taking it out on Mando. You felt a little guilty as you went to bed that night.

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The next morning brought your regrets to the surface again as you awoke to a sudden boom and shaking of the house. Screams followed the explosion as the reverberations faded away. You practically fell out of bed running towards the door to find where you hoped the others would be.

You call out for Ko and the others but there’s no response. You look throughout the house and finally find them all gathered by a door offset from the kitchen. Ko had gathered his family and was leading them down through the door down a set of steps leading to what you assumed was a basement when you cried out to them, "What's going on? What was that sound?"

Ko turns to you and grabs your arm leading you to the basement, "The Empire is back. It's a small party, but they are bombing the city!"

Your heart freezes. Is this because of your vision? Is this all happening because of you? Guilt flares in your heart. If you caused all of this pain and suffering, kriff, probably some deaths, all because of your presence, you didn’t know how you would forgive yourself. You reach up to the communicator in your ear only to find it missing. In your confusion and haste to find the others you had left it behind in the bedroom. You left it on the table like a mindless wamp rat.

You turn to run back to the bedroom all the while Ko tries to yell at you to come back to the safety of the basement. You hear more explosions outside, but you have to let Mando know. The basement won’t be safe for long if the house falls down around them. Mando may not be able to do much, but you have to warn him so he won't walk into a trap and possibly find Ko and his trapped family should the worst happen.

You reach your room and pratically fling yourself onto the table to grab the communicator. Stuffing it into your ear, you immediately open the channel. "Mando!"

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"The Empire's here!"

[dinosaurtsukki]

twenty shots of espresso | a barista!kageyama x gn!reader fanfic

pairing: barista!kageyama x gn!reader

word count: 3.8k words

contains: coffeeshop au kinda fluff, shy kageyama, y/n ordering weird drinks, university au, akaashi keiji as a store manager

summary: on kageyama’s first day as a barista, he encounters you, a very tired student, who ends up ordering twenty shots of espresso. he doesn’t know what to do except deliver

a/n: i wanted to write some fluff and i was inspired by that tumblr post about starbucks baristas encountering customers with really bizarre orders. also i love shy and confused kageyama UwU

“and that’s pretty much all you need to know,” akaashi, the current manager of the on-campus, student-run cafe ‘beanies,’ and kageyama’s new boss, said after wiping his hands on a paper towel. 

“always keep an eye on the register. refill the coffee beans regularly. if you think that there’s enough ice, there’s probably not enough ice,” kageyama recited the most poignant pieces of information akaashi gave him.

“good, you’re all set,” akaashi gave a small smile of encouragement. “sorry to leave you alone on your first day but unfortunately, my groupmates need some kind of adult supervision for them to actually do something,” he rolled his eyes as he removed his apron and cap before hanging them neatly in the employees only room.

“it’s fine,” kageyama shrugged one shoulder. he was pretty confident in his ability to remember things and follow instructions and (hopefully) not panic, though, not as confident when it came to having to ‘greet the customers warmly’. ‘i hope that doesn’t matter too much. especially when it comes to getting tips,’ he thought as akaashi returned with his backpack.

“well, i’m off. if anyone asks for a manager just say you’re the manager,” he said, waving once before leaving the cafe.

luckily for kageyama, his first ever shift was during that two-hour downtime in the late morning when everyone was still either in class or actually going someplace to eat. the few customers who came in just ordered iced americanos or a slice of cake. ‘i could actually get used to this,’ kageyama thought as he washed the knife he used to slice cake.

but of course, that’s exactly when things tend to go awry.

“welcome to beanies. may i have your order?” kageyama asked, looking down at the cash register machine, partly because he still didn’t know how to interact with customers and partly because he just wanted to type up their order quickly.

“twenty shots of espresso.”

“alright. twenty sh-- what?” kageyama looked up in surprise as the order actually registered in his brain. he expected that the customer ordering what was probably satan’s regular starbucks order would look like a denizen of hell. or maybe, someone with a smirk on their face and probably a phone held up for some tiktok trend that kageyama didn’t know about but probably involved pranking baristas. instead, he was faced with what appeared to be a very tired, very haggard looking student. your hair was a mess and sticking up in all sorts of angles that kageyama didn’t even know hair could do, as if you had just rolled out of bed and jumped straight into a roller-coaster. in addition, he was ninety-percent sure that you were wearing a hoodie over your pajamas. 

whatever it was, kageyama was very unprepared for this. nothing in the employee manual or akaashi’s short training session included having to deal with customers who ordered twenty shots of espresso. kageyama was just going to have to wing this.

“ma’am/sir, twenty shots of espresso would be extremely expensive.”

“i’ve been locked in my room for three days eating nothing but microwaved chicken nuggets,” you rasped. “i happen to have enough money for it. that should all fit in the regular-sized cup, right?” 

“mathematically, yes,” kageyama slowly. “but i highly don’t recommend it. the taste would just be...”

“awful. i am aware,” you nodded. kageyama struggled with trying to remain calm or unshaken by this customer who was more than likely not human. although, the expression on your face suggested that you were unshaken. 

“the... health concerns. and twenty shots of espresso are going to take ages to make,” he said, trying to make one final attempt at dissuading you.

“i’ve got time,” you smiled. “and if another customer comes in, feel free to make their drink first.”

“but… but… alright.”

kageyama had no other excuses to give. resigned, he picked up a regular cup and wrote twenty shots on the side before stating how much your drink would cost. you paid for it all in full and waited patiently by the side of the counter as kageyama prepared your drink. the hardest part about the drink was the terribly long waiting time while the cup was filling up with the super-concentrated coffee that was meant to be consumed one or two shots at a time. during those waiting times, kageyama tried to work out exactly how deadly twenty shots of espresso was.

‘the last time i drank two espresso shots i accidentally served a ball into the ceiling, yelled at a vending machine, yelled at a lamp post for being ‘too bright’ and crashed two hours later by sleeping on a bench. in what world would they need that much caffeine?’ his thoughts raced.

finally, he had a pretty full cup of twenty espresso shots. with careful hands, he handed the cup to you and you smiled gratefully when you accepted it. 

“um, enjoy?” he said, phrasing it as more of a question.

“oh, thank god,” you sighed with relief as you accepted the cup from him, like a mother holding their newly-born child. 

 “wouldn’t you like some milk or sugar added to that?” kageyama nervously asked. just smelling the twenty espresso shots made his heart palpitate and his taste buds sweat. “maybe some steamed milk? it’s on the house,” he added, hoping that it would sway you. 

you chuckled and went over to the add-ons table. kageyama prayed you would add something like a few packs of sugar at least. instead, you added three packets of cinnamon into your monstrosity of an espresso drink. he watched with undisguised horror on his face as you brought the cup to your mouth and took a long drink from it.

“ahhh, that hits multiple spots,” you sighed, licking your lips. “oh, almost forgot,” you scurried back to the counter with your cup. kageyama didn’t even know what to expect from you at this point but blinked in surprise when he saw you slip a few bills into the tip box. “thanks for the coffee,” you smiled, as if you hadn’t just downed your recommended daily caffeine intake in one go, and left the cafe. 

a few hours later, akaashi returned to a very shaken kageyama. “why? did something happen?” he asked, surprised that the new employee he hired specifically for his unflappable nature looked, for the better word, very much ‘flapped’. 

“someone... someone just ordered twenty shots of espresso,” he muttered. 

akaashi felt himself gasp. and he never gasped. he knew it was a mistake to leave kageyama alone. “so... what did you do?”

“i... gave them twenty espresso shots,” he said. akaashi swallowed.

“did they at least leave a tip?”

...

kageyama spent ages thinking about you, mostly in the concerned sense. during all of his shifts, he’d find himself looking up at the sound of the door opening, only to be slightly disappointed when he saw it wasn’t you. sometimes, he’d even wonder if you had been hospitalized from drinking all of that espresso and worried about what specific degree of murder he eventually participated in. ‘i mean, the customers do have a right to order whatever they want but won’t i also be blamed for actually making that twenty-shot espresso?’ kageyama found himself wondering. 

the second time you came in, he stood up so abruptly that you were a bit startled when you stepped into the shop. “w-welcome to beanies,” kageyama stammered. the other customers, and akaashi, who was thankfully working that day, looked at him in surprise. kageyama very rarely greeted customers who came in.

“hello yourself,” you smiled at him. kageyama blinked at you, searching for any sign that you had been hospitalized from caffeine overdose. unlike before, you definitely looked to be in a much better state. for once, you were actually wearing regular clothes instead of pajamas and you didn’t look like you rolled out of bed.

“is... something wrong?” you asked.  

“oh, no. sorry,” kageyama cleared his throat. “what will your order for today be?”

“a regular iced americano please,” you answered.

“alright,” kageyama let out a little sigh of relief as he typed in your order. maybe you were capable of ordering normal drinks after all. “any add-ons?”

and that’s where he made his mistake.

“how about twenty pumps of hazelnut syrup and twenty pumps of that vanilla syrup,” you added. 

“twenty... twenty pumps each of hazelnut and vanilla syrup,” kageyama repeated, looking at you wearily. “are you absolutely sure about that?”

“absolutely,” you said, nodding with conviction. 

at this point, kageyama abandoned almost all attempts at being a caring but generally neutral café employee. “that’s going to be terribly sweet. toothachingly sweet. there are customers who’ve only ordered half-pumps of syrup because it’s too sweet.”

“then i guess my drink will be eighty-times sweeter than the regular drink,” you said with a glitter in your eye. you didn’t look like you needed all that sugar, unlike that time you first came in. you were clearly out for a good time and that good time meant downing a shit ton of syrup. kageyama gave up because there was absolutely no dissuading you.

“alright then,” he said, writing your order down a cup before passing it to akaashi who had just finished washing the pile of blenders and cups at the sink. he took one glance at the drink before looking up at kageyama with wide eyes.

“no.”

“yes,” you grinned from the other side of the counter. akaashi swallowed and looked at the order on the cup, then at you, then at kageyama, who gave the slightest nod of his head, before finally starting to make it.

kageyama didn’t quite want to look at akaashi, who was pumping the handle for the syrup as if he was giving someone CPR, and decided to watch you while you lingered by the glass display case of pastries and cake with your hands in your pockets while waiting for the drink. unfortunately for him, kageyama’s stare had always been intense enough for people to notice he was staring.

“what?”

“wh-- I,” he stammered, caught off-guard by you turning to look at him. kageyama felt his cheeks burn and prayed that akaashi was done with your drink but he was still pumping syrup and muttering under his breath. “i was just... wondering how you were still alive,” he said honestly.

“oh, after that espresso drink?” you cocked your head to the side. “that was like ten shots, right?”

“twenty!” kageyama exclaimed.

“is that so?” you laughed. “well, if you must know, i had pulled off two all-nighters in a row and had to do my exams so, naturally, i needed caffeine.”

“yeah, but, twenty?” kageyama emphasized. “didn’t you, like, collapse at some point.”

“i actually have no memory of those days,” you sighed wistfully. “according to some people, i was shaking the entire time while taking my exams and i passed out under a tree and that a campus guard woke me up. some of them said that i was talking to the pigeons but i don’t know how reliable that source is,” you laughed. kageyama found himself chuckling at the story.

“order up. one americano with... twenty pumps of vanilla and twenty pumps of hazelnut for y/n,” akaashi said, passing the cup to kageyama. he couldn’t help but glance at the abomination that was your coffee order. since the syrup always went first into the cup, it had settled in the bottom even after akaashi stirred the whole thing. from there, kageyama could clearly see that the ratio between americano to syrup was probably 3:4.

“h-here you go,” he swallowed, handing the cup to you with a straw. you took your drink from him but gave the straw back.

“are you sure you don’t want, i don’t know, maybe a little more coffee?” akaashi asked. kageyama had only known the cafe manager for a short period of time and knew instantly that akaashi wasn’t the type of person who was so easily shaken by customers.

“this is good. thanks!” you smiled before proceeding to open the lid and down at least half of the drink. kageyama felt his mouth hang open while akaashi gave a short gasp beside him.

“how... how is it?” kageyama asked hesitantly. he watched you smack your lips together.

“sweet.” 

“i can imagine so,” akaashi said. 

“thanks again,” you smiled, stopping by the cashier again to drop a tip before leaving the cafe. it was silent for a while before akaashi spoke up.

“you know, those forty pumps of syrup weren’t actually that hard to do. it’s all about the wrist movement really. so, i must say...” akaashi paused and put a hand over his mouth. “that was one of the funniest fucking things i’ve ever witnessed.”

...

soon enough, you turned into a regular customer at the cafe and every time kageyama thought you would run out of ideas for what outlandish drink to order, you exceeded his expectations again. it became more of like a game to you with kageyama egging you on instead of trying to hold you back. “so i’ll have five espresso shots with ice and five pumps of the caramel syrup.” “just that? you had eight shots last time.” “fine, eight then!”

even akaashi joined in on the fun and even looked forward to whenever you’d come in. while he worked on your drink, kageyama would talk to you while you lingered by the counter. he quickly learned that you were quite the chatty type and always had something new to talk about when you came in: the weird things your roommate did, your comparative analysis on the different types of instant ramen, and that one time you found a single airpod in the middle of the park. kageyama was more of the type to nod and listen, not that he minded, and he’d often find himself laughing at your stories.

it was actually akaashi, the ever-perceptive co-worker whose expert, Manager Eye didn’t miss the tiniest of details: from the amount of paper napkins per table to the earnest smile on kageyama’s face whenever you came in, who picked up on the tension between you two first. and as much as he loved pumping boatloads of syrup into your drink orders, he also kind of wanted kageyama to make his move already.

“ooh, you guys are hopping onto the bubble tea trend too,” you said, humming with amusement as you perused the new menu.

“believe me, that was not out of free will,” kageyama sighed, remembering how many orders for brown sugar bubble tea he received on that day alone, as well as the new task of having to cook the pearls every morning before they opened.

“hmmm, let’s see. what can i do with this,” you smiled to yourself and tucked your hair behind your ear. kageyama couldn’t help but feel drawn to the excitement on your face. “i know! how about your regular house milk tea with ten add-ons of pearls.”

“ten?” kageyama felt a smirk curl on his face. you narrowed your eyes at him but grinned nonetheless.

“i mean, twenty.”

“alright. regular house milk tea with twenty portions of extra pearls. is that all?”

“let’s make it fun and add two servings of that milk foam,” you said.

“good choice,” kageyama grinned as he wrote the order on the side of your cup. this time, instead of handing it to akaashi, he proceeded to make your drink himself. akaashi went on with his task of refilling the coffee grinder with new beans, once in a while noting how kageyama’s fingers would drum on the counter, bringing attention to his nervousness. on the other side of the counter, you were watching kageyama with an expectant expression on your face akaashi looked up at the ceiling and sighed softly. ‘there are just some things i have to do myself,’ he thought.

luckily, the opportunity came in the form of another customer.

“kageyama,” akaashi called to his co-worker. “i’ll finish that up for you,” 

“oh, uh...” there was conflict evident on kageyama’s face and akaashi had to stop himself from smiling. kageyama wanted to make your drink but he also wanted to follow his store manager’s orders. “sure, i’ll take this one,” he finally relented, passing the cup that was alread half-filled with tapioca pearls to akaashi before attending to the customer. 

while kageyama was occupied, akaashi added the tea into the cup before topping it off with milk foam. and, just before pressing the plastic seal, wrote down kageyama’s phone number on the side of the cup. 

“caramel frappe with an extra pump of syrup,” kageyama muttered to himself.

“i’ll take that,” akaashi smiled, plucking the order receipt from his hands before he could protest. “go and give y/n their abomination drink.” 

“sure!” kageyama nodded, a little bit enthusiastically. he took the cup from akaashi, giving it a little shake before handing the drink over to you. he didn’t notice his own number written on the side.

“here’s your drink that’s pretty much fifty-percent tapioca pearls,” kageyama handed it to you.

“hah, i had a mental image of how this would look like but actually seeing it takes the cake,” you laughed as you shook your cup, admiring the layers of milk foam, tea, and tapioca pearls. 

“you know, this is probably the weirdest-looking drink you’ve ordered,” kageyama snorted as he watched you admire your drink. 

“i know, it looks alien almost,” you chuckled. “well, time to try it out.” you took your straw and attempted to poke a hole in the plastic seal only for the plastic to stubbornly stay in place.

“oh, the plastic is a bit on the stronger and stubborn side. here, let me,” kageyama wrapped his hand around yours to take the straw before poking it into your drink with an expert flick of his wrist. it was only then that he realized that his hands had touched yours and that he didn’t quite ask for permission.

“i, um... sorry about that,” he stammered, backing away a bit.

“no, it’s perfectly alright!” you shook your head before taking a cautious sip of your fifty-percent tapioca pearl drink. as expected, you got a mouthful of tapioca pearls. kageyama snickered at the look on your face but kept watching with undivided attention as you tried not to laugh while chewing through all of the pearls for what felt like ages. meanwhile, akaashi watched the two of you from behind the counter, knowing full well that you and kageyama were a perfect match.

“how is it?” he asked, breaking the silence after you had swallowed all of the pearls. you can tell by the look of his mouth that he was trying very hard not to laugh. 

“it has... a very... unique texture,” you said slowly, stifling your own laugh. you never thought that a trip to the local cafe to buy a fuck ton of espresso to get you through a few days of school stress would lead you to falling for the cute, dark-haired barista and to this moment now: ordering a drink with fifty-percent tapioca pearls and chewing a mouthful of them in front of your crush.

“maybe if you shake it you’ll get some of the actual milk tea drink this time,” kageyama suggested.

“that’s not a bad idea,” you nodded, looking down at your cup and giving it a few shakes, careful not to spill the contents. it was only then that you saw akaashi’s sneaky addition to your cup. right beside your name and ‘+20 extra pearls’, was a number. more specifically, a phone number. you felt your jaw drop and the blood rush to your face.

“what? something wrong?” kageyama asked. “too many pearls?”

“well, that’s what i ordered,” you laughed nervously. “not... an extra phone number.”

“a, ph-phone number?” kageyama stammered, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when you showed him your cup. “th-thats, my...” he felt his voice catch in his throat at the sight of the number that was undeniably his. meanwhile, the culprit, akaashi, smiled to himself as he served the next customer their caramel frappe. kageyama quickly caught on to what his manager did but knew, deep down, that he was unable to confront akaashi about it right now. 

and besides, was that a hopeful look on your face? kageyama knew that he scored pretty low when it came to emotional intelligence, but even he could see that. 

“yes, it is,” he said decisively. to him, it felt just like that moment when it was his turn to serve and he was deciding which part of the court he was going to send the ball to. 

at that, you felt your eyes widen and your grip on your cup tightened. was the cute barista that you had consistently ordered weird drinks from, partly out of curiosity and partly because it just became Your Thing, kind of asking you out?

“i, wrote it down, because i want to get to know you a bit better,” kageyama said slowly. “hopefully, not just over weird drinks that you order here?”

you let out a chuckle at that last part and kageyama got the hint that he was doing quite well. akaashi secretly grinned to himself at a job well done. “well, you know me,” you shrugged. “i don’t exactly mind extras with my drink order.”

“i, what?” kageyama blinked, puzzled.

“they mean that they liked you giving their number,” akaashi called out to him. kageyama felt himself flush with embarrassment. 

“yes, that,” you laughed. “um, i have a three-hour lecture and then another class to get to right now. i can text you right after?” 

“sure! sure, sure!” kageyama said, a bit too enthusiastically but at this point, he was too happy to care. 

“alright,” you nodded brightly. “i guess i’ll head out now. and... finish this,” you held up your cup. “text you later, kageyama.”

“yeah... later,” he grinned as he watched you leave. he was still grinning when akaashi appeared beside him with his arms crossed.

“i’m not going to apologize for writing your number on the cup,” akaashi said. kageyama rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“i guess, i should thank you, then?” he swallowed, glancing at the store manager from the corner of his eye. akaashi smiled.

“you can thank me by making sure you text them right back,” he said. 

“will do,” kageyama nodded.

he spent the rest of the day checking and re-checking his phone, especially during his breaks at volleyball practice. it was completely written on kageyama’s face that he was expecting something, but they knew that asking him would just incur his wrath. 

finally, your class ended, and you grabbed your phone before staring at the screen, wondering what exactly you should text. 

and then, kageyama heard the notification from his phone and opened your message quicker than he opened any other text he received. 

from: unknown number

my jaw hurts from chewing all those pearls. i have made a Mistake

kageyama laughed out loud as he typed out his reply. you guys would get along just fine

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[softrenjunnie]

collection l njm (part one)

Na Jaemin, star quarterback and infamous fuckboy, likes to collect girls. It’s a well-known fact - yet every girl swoons over and crushes on him. Well, everyone except you; yet you’re the one he’s longing the most for to add to his collection. But are you sure that’s the only thing he wants to do to you?

part one/?

pairing: reader x jaemin, reader x jeno

characters: fuckboy!jaemin, brother!donghyuck, football players!nct dream, hina, koeun and possibly other former smrookies

genre: fluff, suggestive themes, smut in the next part, college!au

word count: 6.5k

warnings: swearwords, mentions of sex & lowkey bullying (nothing major)

note: aaaah sorry for being so slow with the hogwarts!aus, and part 2 of the royal wedding, and the ways to say “i love you” requests... i’ve been working on this and requests on @softseongminnie​ instead... anyways i hope you like this one! feel free to leave any comments or feedback, and i hope you all have a great day! also uhhhh i had some problems w making this appear in the tags yesterday when i was supposed to post it so sorry for the delay!! 

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You put your spare key into the hole of Donghyuck’s door, turning it around hastily and practically throwing yourself inside.

“LEE DONGHYUCK!” you yelled, not even bothering to close the door behind you first. He was sitting, as usual, in front of his television with a game console in his hand. And, of course, his best friend Jaemin was sitting next to him. “I can't believe you!”

“What?” he mumbled, his eyes not leaving the screen and his mind obviously not focusing on you.

“You broke up with Hina,” you spat, the disgust in your voice not easy to mistake. “On a Monday after school. Over a text message!”

“So?”

“Pause the fucking game this exact moment, Na Jaemin.” Even though he was a tough guy, and usually wasn’t afraid of anything, Jaemin understood that you were furious and that this whole situation would explode if he didn’t obey. Your brother finally turned his head and looked at you where you were now standing a few feet away from them. “You dated for what, five months? You can’t just break up like that after such a long relationship. She's wrecked, I'm telling you.”

“She was boring, what was I supposed to do?” Jaemin snickered from next to him and you sighed.

“You realized as late as after five months that she’s boring?”

Donghyuck shook his head. “No, I knew it all along.”

“Then why-”

“Because the sex was good,” he hummed, earning a yooo and a high-five from Jaemin.

“You’re both disgusting,” you muttered before walking over to his desk, pulling out the chair and sitting down on it. You took up a takeout menu from the pile of papers lying in front of you, and you were about to ask them if they wanted some Chinese when Donghyuck cut you off again.

“You’re just grumpy because you haven’t had good sex in a while.”

Your jaw dropped as he unpaused the game and they started playing again. “And why’s that, do you think? Couldn’t be because you make sure no one in your team even looks at me.”

“They wouldn’t have sex with you anyway, a sister of a brother is like their own sister-”

But now, it was Donghyuck’s time to be interrupted. By Jaemin. “I wouldn’t mind banging you, though.” A wide smirk was spread on his lips, but he was instantly kicked off the couch he was sitting on by the other boy.

“You are not having sex with my sister just to have another girl to collect, you idiot,” Donghyuck huffed and Jaemin stood up, massaging his butt that he had fallen on before sitting down again.

Pretty much everyone called Jaemin a fuckboy. It was well-known across campus that he “collected” girls - almost every weekend morning new girls were leaving his room in the frat house in yesterday’s clothes. No one got more than one night with him, yet everyone wanted him. Except for you. Almost the entire cheer team was swooning over him at all times; how could they not? He was tall, handsome, the quarterback and MVP of the football team - and according to many, the best sex of your life. But none of this mattered to you. Jaemin had from the day that you two met acted like you were just another girl who was head over heels for him, who he could toy around with. You tried your best to dismiss him and show him that you didn’t care about him at all - yet he always kept trying.

“So if I’m doing her for something more long-lasting than just my collection, it’s okay?” he asked, and Donghyuck was about to answer when you cut in.

“Don’t I have a say in this?”

“No,” they both said at the same time and you shook your head.

“Besides, I’m not letting you date my little sister, we’ve been over this a thousand times...”

“I’m only a few minutes younger, get over yourself.” You sighed when you could tell than Donghyuck was grinning and stood up, taking the menu with you. “So I take that as you two don’t want takeout?”

“Get me a number 23,” Donghyuck said, and you snorted as if to tell him that he had forgotten the magic word. “Please.”

“Should’ve thought about the fact that you're so lazy that you need your sister to get you dinner before you acted like an ass, hm?” You shuffled over to the door, opening it. “You’ll only get it if when I come back, you’ve gone to Hina's room and apologized to her.” You left the room through the front door, but before you closed it behind you, you could hear Jaemin’s voice again.

“Number 11 with tofu! Thank you!”

--

Despite his constant (failed) effortless tries to flirt with you, you and Jaemin were actually pretty good friends. A best friend of your brother had always become a friend to you, and Jaemin was no exception. The two of you would bicker over anything and everything, and nobody could stop you from calling each other rude names. Whenever your practices were at the same time, you’d be spending half the time sticking out your tongue at him, but during games you were always the biggest fan of him (and Donghyuck, who was a wide receiver on the team).

You weren’t denying that Jaemin was extremely attractive, and you weren’t denying that it was tempting to give in to him. But you had decided that you weren’t going to for two reasons. The first was your extreme hate of his view on girls; you weren’t just going to be treated like an item, someone to just have sex with.  And the second reason was that there were probably a bunch of guys out there who’d take care of you and love you without viewing you as an object. And to confirm that, you had actually found someone who seemed to really care about you.

Lee Jeno had transferred to your school only a few months ago, having gotten in on a football scholarship just like so many others on the NCT Narwhals football team. He played running back and since he was new in the team, you assumed he didn’t know about your brother’s stupid ban on dating you. And you didn’t tell him, either, as it would put him in a tough position. You hadn’t gone especially far, but you had been going on a few dates that you had kept secret to make sure Donghyuck didn’t find out. Because as much as you wanted to hold Jeno’s hand in public and kiss him in front of your friends, you knew that Donghyuck was extremely overprotective of you as he’d scared away many of your boyfriends before - and you knew he’d do it again.

So the following evening when your cheerleading practice was at the same time as the football practice, you made a great effort trying to focus on your own training instead of looking over at the boys. And every time you let your mind and eyes slip, you had to force yourself to keep a straight face and hold back a blush because Jeno kept winking and smirking at you.

What you didn’t see, though, was that Jaemin had noticed the rookie’s lack of focus and how his eyes fluttered back and forth between the two teams’ practices. It didn’t take him long to figure out that Jeno was so interested in your practice because of a girl.

After the practice had ended, Jaemin was about to leave with Donghyuck to hit the gym, but spotted Jeno leaning against the fence surrounding the field, looking over at the cheer team wrapping up. He jogged over.

“Hey, fresh meat!” he shouted, making Jeno turn and look at him with a questioning but slightly happy look. When Jaemin arrived, he leaned against the fence too. “Checking someone out?”

Jeno shrugged. “I guess. Or, more like, waiting for,” he said.

“Can I ask who?” Jaemin grinned and crashed his shoulder into the other boy’s playfully. “If it’s Koeun, you should know she’s very tough to handle even though she looks sweet. Hina is a good fuck, but I should warn you that she kind of has this on-and-off-thing with Donghyuck. And-“

Jeno interrupted him. “Actually, she wants to keep things secret for a while we’re getting used to each other." He paused for a moment. "But let me tell you, it's going slooowlyy..."

Jaemin chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. “Booriiing,” he hollered, making Jeno laugh.

“I agree, bro. I mean, if we’re being honest, I think we’re going a bit too slow,” he muttered. “Not that I can tell her that, of course. Might have to get a plan B going in the meantime, if you get what I’m saying.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Jaemin opened his mouth a little in shock. Ever since the first time he had seen Jeno, he had thought that the new boy looked so innocent and sweet; not as rough or “fuckboy”-like as he himself and some of the other boys on the team. So it surprised him to hear those kinds of words from Jeno’s mouth.

Jaemin patted his shoulder, standing up properly again and shooting a glance behind him where he could see Donghyuck waiting impatiently for him. “If you need any help with that, let me know. I have some connections.”

“Thanks, bro,” Jeno said, giving Jaemin a bro-hug before leaning back onto the fence and letting Jaemin strut off.

Jeno didn’t have to wait long until it was your turn to walk up to him (after making sure there were no other boys in sight, of course). You greeted him with a quick hug, both of you chatting about your practices for a while before you questioned him on the main reason you had gone up to him.

“What were you talking to Jaemin about?” you asked.

“He just...” His eyes wandered over the field as he tried to make something up. “He invited me to a party on Friday. Do you want to come too?”

You shrugged. ”If it’s at their frat house then no, thanks.”

Jeno frowned slightly. “Why’s that?”

You checked the time on your phone, and as you had forgotten that your coach had been late today (and then forced you all finish late), it was later than you had anticipated. “Can we maybe talk about this in like an hour? I need to proofread my paper on the Cold War until tomorrow and I also need to take a shower, and-“

“Mr. Kim’s class? American history?” he asked, interrupting you. You nodded. “I can read it and give you notes if you’d like? I sent in that paper last week and got full marks.”

And just over thirty minutes later, you opened the door to your dorm to find Jeno standing there freshly showered, just like you were. He snickered when his eyes caught the oversized t-shirt hanging past your pyjama shorts, and as it was actually Donghyuck’s shirt and you still hadn’t told Jeno he was your brother, you didn’t say anything but only pulled him inside the room. You pushed him down to sit by your desk, the document for your essay opened on your laptop and ready to be beta-read. You mumbled a quick “don’t judge” before pressing your lips to his cheek and running off to your stove to make some tea.

Just as you had poured two cups full to the brim with some earl gray, there was a knock on your door. You put the kettle back on the stove before going over to the door, peeping through the little hole before opening to see who it was.

It was Jaemin.

You opened the door but only a big enough that you could stick your face out through the hole. “Yes?”

“Donghyuck sent me here to ask you-“ He stopped mid-sentence. “Why aren’t you opening the door?”

“What do you mean? It’s open,” you uttered, opening it only a few centimeters more than before, still not enough for him to look inside the room. You couldn’t have him see the boy who was currently sitting by your desk, it would ruin everything because he would definitely tell your brother and then Jeno would be bullied. You knew so, because they had done it before to the boys before you’d done as little as study with.

“Are you hiding something?” he questioned. “Is it a boy? Oh, I know someone who’d love to hear about this!”

“Go away,” you told him through your gritted teeth.

Jaemin, however, didn’t seem to find this situation as serious as you were. He was grinning brightly. “At least tell me who it is, will you? Is it someone from the team?” Your eyebrows knotted in frustration, and you considered just slamming the door into his face. Then, what seemed like a funny idea came into his mind. “Is it that new guy? Jeno?”

Your jaw dropped. How’d he guess it right? Instantly after realizing your absurd give-away, you tried to cover it up by adapting the same expression as earlier and trying to come up with something witty to say. “No, I’m-“

“Is it really Jeno?” Your expression wasn’t the only one that had changed. Jaemin wasn’t grinning anymore. He looked shocked too. In one swift motion, he grabbed a hold of your wrist, pulling you out through the door and pulling it closed behind you. “You can’t date him, he-“

You curt him off. “Yeah? And why’s that?” you spat. “I’m fucking tired of Donghyuck thinking he can determine the entire outcome of my life. I’m going to do what I want to do, no matter what he says.”

Jaemin shook his head, his eyes scanning the corridor around you to make sure nobody was near enough to hear either of you. “It’s not about him. It’s about Jeno. You...” His voice trailed away as he tried to find words. He couldn’t just straight up tell you what he’d heard today - that Jeno was even considering going to someone else while he was seeing you - it really didn’t feel like his place. And he didn’t think you’d believe him anyway. “You can’t trust him.”

“Fuck, Jaemin, I actually thought you’d grow up over these years. But I guess not.” He looked at you, confusion prominent in his face. “You’re just jealous, huh? You’re mad someone else is giving me attention for once. You know what? I’m tired of you always talking about me like I belong to you or something. Like I’m only here for you to have sex with. Surprise! Not every girl on this campus wants to suck your dick.”

You felt almost out of breath after your rant. But it felt so good. Finally, you’d said all those things you’d been thinking for an eternity. It was like a weight was lifted off your chest.

“So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go inside to a person who actually cares about me.” You opened your door, squeezing yourself in through the opening and just as you were about to close it, Jaemin stuck his foot in through the hole, keeping it opened.

“I promise you, he’s up to no good,” he breathed. But you only shook your head, giving his foot a slight kick to make it move, and closing the door fully. And you didn’t forget to lock it, just in case.

--

The days went by and you didn’t speak a single word to Jaemin. What had been on about, anyway? Was he really that obsessed with you that even seeing you studying with someone else made him so upset? You couldn’t help wondering if he was so intent on having sex with every girl on campus that he would actually get jealous over one of them dating someone who wasn't Na Jaemin.

At lunch every day or in your shared classes, the two of you sat quiet, only speaking if spoken to, with frowns upon both of your faces. Donghyuck had noticed instantly, but it took until lunch break on Thursday before he said anything.

“Why are you two so quiet?” he questioned in a mocking tone with his mouth full of rice, pointing his chopsticks towards the two of you who were seated at the opposite sides of the table. “Are you fighting or something?”

You threw a glare over at Jaemin, who seemingly did the same to you, before rolling your eyes and looking down at your food again.

“You’re seriously not going to tell me? Sis, what-“

You had to control yourself not to slam your fists onto the table. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you stood up and grabbed your tray, looking back at Jaemin. “Go ahead and tell him if you’d like,” you started. “Then everyone can know how obsessed you are with me.” As you turned around to leave, you could hear him huff loudly but Donghyuck stayed quiet, which he usually wouldn’t be unless he had been confused. And that you assumed he would continue being, because you thought that no threats in the world from him would be able to make Jaemin admit that he was just jealous.

--

The day after, you decided it would be better to skip lunch than have to face Jaemin again. Besides, you had some maths homework due on Monday that you felt like you should work on, so the library felt like a good option compared to the cafeteria. But after only studying for a few minutes, your phone beeped. It was a text from Jeno.

jenooo <3 : where are you?

You quickly typed out a message telling him that you were at your usual table in the library, before putting away your phone and trying to focus on your work again. This time, it took a bit longer until you were interrupted again - but it wasn’t by your phone. It was because someone was walking up to the table.

When you looked up, you saw Jeno’s sweet eye-smile shining down on you. “You didn’t answer my text,” he started before putting down a brown paper bag on the table. “so I got you a sandwich.”

You smiled, opening the bag and pulling it out. “Thank you,” you hummed at him.

He pulled out a chair on the opposite side of the table and sat down. “I noticed that you weren’t sitting at your usual table,” he said and you nodded slowly. “Why?”

You hadn't told him about your "talk" with Jaemin. And you still hadn't told him that Donghyuck was your brother, which you had been planning to do after he read your essay; you had just been too caught up in the moment and too angry to say anything.

“I had a fight with Jaemin,” you mumbled as you unwrapped the sandwich. “He’s just jealous of you.”

Jeno frowned and you took a bite. “He knows about us?” You shrugged.

“Well, he saw us together once so I guess he understood.” You took another bite, chewing it down quickly. “He’s not jealous jealous, he just wants to fuck me. And since I’m not letting that happen, he’s taking it out on you. Only in his mind, of course.” You glanced at him. “Or, I hope?”

Jeno chuckled and shook his head, smiling. “No, he hasn’t said anything to me. Thanks for the warning, though.”

You knew Jaemin wouldn’t physically hurt someone only from jealousy. You knew he wasn’t like that. As cocky as he may act, he wouldn’t hurt a fly without a proper reason. Though, you were a bit scared he would take out his anger in another way. And you would soon realize that you hadn't been too wrong to think he would do something to get revenge on Jeno.

Friday nights were for football, and today was no exception. The team was up against one of the bottom teams in the league, so everyone was quite relaxed and sure it would be an easy game. You and the girls in the cheer team had just greeted the audience and were shaking your pompoms at them when the game started, and the NCT Narwhals got possession of the ball. Jaemin, as the quarterback, started off the match with two beautiful passes to Donghyuck, making the team move down the field by a great bit. From their formation, you could tell that their next play was going to be a running play - which meant that Jaemin would toss the ball to Jeno who would try to run as far as possible. You watched intently, hoping for everyone’s best that it would be successful; but it wasn’t. The pass, which was only a few meters in distance, didn’t make it to Jeno’s hands. It was too short, making Jeno having to stop in his tracks to pick up the ball from the ground and therefor lose distance.

You knew it wasn’t Jeno’s fault. It could’ve been an honest mistake, but you weren’t so sure about that. To you, it had seemed like Jaemin hadn’t even tried. You shook it off, trying to tell yourself that it wouldn’t happen again. But then, a few plays later, Jaemin threw another pass to Jeno that was too short. The audience roared, as the team now was in a very tough position with a lot of distance left and only one down left. Luckily, the team was known to be bold - so even though the risk was high, and it was only at the beginning of the game, Jaemin decided to pass to Donghyuck, and the pass laid in your brother’s hands just a few moments later. It was almost as if Jaemin was like a light switch; one second he was playing without a flaw, and the next he was playing with only flaws. And he showed that irregularity the very next play when he was supposed to hand the ball over to Jeno, but instead only dropped it to the ground, not making a single effort to pick it up again. As Jeno had already picked up speed in the direction past the ball, he had no chance of turning around and getting the ball. Especially since the opponents had already grabbed it from their feet, running towards the endzone to score.

By now, you were furious. It was clear he was doing it on purpose. And he kept on doing it. You could hear yells from the bleachers and whispers from your teammates about how bad Jeno was playing and how he should be substituted. You thought that they obviously had no idea how the game worked, but you luckily did, so you knew who was actually to blame.

At the end of the game, when Jaemin nonchalantly missed his hand-over to Jeno at the last play of the game, making them miss the last chance to score and take back the lead that Jaemin had lost them, he had crossed the line.

When both teams were on their way to their changing rooms, you spotted Jaemin walking alongside Renjun, a defensive player - and they both looked way more satisfied than the rest of the team combined. There was a subtle smile on Jaemin’s lips; one that certainly wasn’t appropriate for what had just happened. You dropped your pompoms right in your spot and hurried over to him before he could make it off the field.

“You idiot,” you spat, pushing his chest with your hands to make him stop. “You guys just fucking lost to them!”

Jaemin chuckled. “It’s not my fault your loverboy can’t catch a ball,” he breathed.

You couldn’t control your impulses - your hand slapped across his face before you could even react. But you didn’t regret it. He held up a hand to cover his cheek, feeling the skin where you had slapped him. He looked as if he was in pain but trying to cover it up by grinning. “You think I’m stupid? I haven’t missed a single game Donghyuck has played ever since he started, so don’t think you can trick me into thinking that Jeno is the one to blame when I know the game well enough to see that it was you.”

Jaemin shook his head, looking past you to where Donghyuck was walking nearer, wondering what all the commotion was about. “I’ve told you, he’s not as good as you think.”

You had an urge to slap him again, but you held back, taking a deep breath. “And I always thought you had at least a bit of good in you, but I guess we're both wrong.”

You turned on your heel and rushed off, almost knocking into your confused brother but quickly sidestepping him. You ignored his calls of your name and questions of why you were so angry - was that really so obvious? - and continued back to your dorm room again.

Behind your back, Jaemin had finally dropped his hand from his throbbing cheek and rolled his eyes at the way you were storming away. “Your sister sure knows how to throw a punch, huh?” he muttered. “Did you teach her that?”

“Watch out before I punch you too.”

--

The only person you talked to before bed that night was Jeno. Or, maybe not talk - what you did was send him a text message, apologizing for how Jaemin had acted right before putting your phone away to try not to think about the situation more. You had gone to bed with one of your favorite tv shows playing on the television screen in the room, trying to block out all thoughts of Jaemin, Donghyuck, and Jeno. It had worked while you were awake, though you hadn’t exactly gotten a good night's sleep - you had been dreaming several nightmares that you couldn't recall the plot of, but what you could remember was that they were about Jeno and Jaemin.

When there was a knock on your door, you were pulled out of your sleep. Yelling a quick “coming!” in the direction of the door, you got out of bed and pulled on a t-shit and a pair of pyjama pants. Making your way towards the door, you combed through your hair with your fingers, hoping to help fix your appearance a bit - but it wasn’t necessary, as the one standing on the other side of the door was Hina.

“Oh, hey,” you said, inviting her inside. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know, I just need to take my mind off some things, distract myself,” she huffed, taking a seat by your desk.

“Perfect,” you started, taking off the shirt you’d put on hastily (muttering to yourself something about how dirty it was and how you needed to do some laundry soon), instead putting on a clean one and changing your pants to a pair of jeans. “so do I!” You smiled at her.

“You want to catch some lunch, then?”

“Already?” You frowned, looking up at the clock on your wall. You instantly took back what you said, as it was nearing two in the afternoon.

“You must’ve had a good night's sleep?” Hina hummed, spinning a few times on the chair.

“I wish,” you muttered, checking yourself out in the mirror next to the door, making sure you looked alright to go out. Then, you grabbed your phone and opened it for the first time since last night, and out of all of the notifications you’d gotten, there were four that stood out. Four texts from Jeno; one from just about three hours ago, three from yesterday. You started off by reading the old ones.

jenooo <3 : it’s all fine! it’s not your fault. it’s all on him, you don’t need to defend him. the coach knows jaemin was the bad player, though not why, so he isn’t mad at me.

jenooo <3 : do you want to meet up now? i didn't see you after the game when i went to the bleachers, i thought you’d stay with your friends as usual

jenooo <3 : welp, you not answering me either means that you’re ignoring me or that you’ve already gone to bed. hoping for the latter. sleep well :)

Then, your eyes landed on the last one.

jenooo <3 : in case it makes you feel any better, i just saw one of the girls from your team leave his room

It did make you feel a bit better. You hoped it meant that Jaemin had moved on, at least a little - even if you yourself were happy with Jeno, you didn’t want a jealous boy run after you. Especially if said boy was more than happy to go great lengths to make sure Jeno was unhappy.

Though, you were a bit confused as to how Jeno could know that. He didn’t live in the frat house, he lived on campus like any regular student.

Shaking the thought out of your head, you turned back to Hina. “Chinese?”

You two went to the little Chinese restaurant right next to campus, and thankfully it was almost empty so the two of you could talk without worrying that someone would eavesdrop (except for the staff, but you wondered how interested they were in your gossip anyway). You told her all about Jeno and Jaemin, and Hina told you all about how Donghyuck had come to apologize to her, saying that he had joked and didn’t really want to break up with her (to which you made a mental note to kick him the next time you saw him).

You loved the food at the restaurant, but another reason you went there was the fortune cookies you could get for free after the meal. So, naturally, both of you reached into the bowl on the counter after paying to grab a cookie each. You cracked your cookie open right in the middle, put a piece of it in your mouth before reading the paper that had been inside of it out loud.

“You will realize that you’ve taken the wrong side of an argument and your enemy will become your friend.” You snorted. “No way, Jaemin is a dick.”

Hina read hers out loud too. “Don’t give out your trust too easily. What’s that even supposed to mean?” She scoffed, as you picked up another cookie from the bowl, thinking that you deserved another shot as the first one was completely ridiculous.

“Hey, I got the same one!” you exclaimed and you both laughed it off as you exited the restaurant.

“You’re coming tonight, aren’t you?” Hina asked, shivering slightly from the cold wind blowing over her body in contrast to the heat from inside the restaurant. “To the party at their frat house? I heard Jeno will be there.”

You shook your head. “I already told him I wouldn’t come,” you said.

“Then make it a surprise for him!” she squealed. “It’ll be really cute, because he will be sitting there all alone and thinking about you and then - there you are!” You chuckled at her excitement, but thought to yourself that she was right. It could be fun to surprise him - and besides, you hadn’t been to a party in a while now, so maybe it was about time to let loose. And some alcohol in your system most likely wouldn't make it harder for you to forget about Jaemin.

So just a few hours later, you left your room wearing a cute white blouse tucked into a pair of jean shorts with Hina, making your way towards the frat house. Upon entering, the smell of liquor combined with too strong perfumes and cheap cologne crashed over you, though you weren't surprised. You had been to a fair share of college parties in your days, even before you started college yourself; since Donghyuck often was invited to parties because he was a player (and apparently they were invited to all parties, no matter the age), he dragged you along since he said he needed company to make him seem less lonely. But he always made you swear you wouldn’t tell anyone you were siblings and that he was bribing you with cookies...

Speaking of Donghyuck, he was one of the first people you spotted when you entered the big lounge. He was sitting next to Jaemin (of course) in a couch to your left, the both of them seemingly happily engrossed in a conversation - until Jaemin’s eyes accidentally landed on you. His grin turned into a frown and he looked away instantly. You rolled your eyes mentally but smiled as you waved goodbye to Hina who was making her way to your brother, telling you to “go find him!”.

You continued your journey through the house, looking around in several different rooms that were all filled with drunk students making out or fighting - but Jeno was nowhere to be seen. You found it strange, but then you realized that he might just not have arrived yet. You decided to make your way back to the lounge to find someone else to talk to, even if it was your brother and Hina because you had a feeling Jaemin would stay quiet as he had these last few days. You took a shortcut through the kitchen, but something caught your eyes before you left. You found Jeno, but not like you wanted to see him.

You almost didn’t recognize that it was him at first where he was standing by the wall, since his face was being covered by another girl’s face. Her lips on his, Jeno’s eyes closed in satisfaction and his hands on her hips, keeping her close.

You couldn’t believe your eyes at first, but as you took a few steps closer and sure enough, it was really him. As if he could sense your presence, his eyes flung open and after searching the room, they flew to you. He pushed the girl away and took a few steps towards you. “I- I can explain-“

You shook your head and cut him off. “No,” you spat. “Don’t come near me. Ever again.” As of that, you turned around and made your way towards the exit.

Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes any second now, but you forced them back, not wanting anyone here to see you as weak. You had trusted Jeno. You believed he wasn’t like any other boy. But it seemed like he was.

As you had been too focused on not crying, you hadn’t been aware of your surroundings. You accidentally bumped into someone, stumbling a little backwards before apologizing quietly and trying to move past the person. But that someone grabbed your wrist, holding you back. Looking up, you could see who it was through your tear-stained eyes. Jaemin.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and at first you froze, not sure what to answer. You had been fighting with him for days now, but... he had been the one to tell you to stay away from Jeno.

So even if it hurt your pride, you didn’t pull away. You shook your head, and as he saw the lonely tears dragging their way down your cheeks, he felt his heart breaking a bit. He pulled on your arm, dragging you along with him to a room at the end of the corridor you had been standing in, the room you recognized as his own from the times you had hung out in there with him and Donghyuck. As you walked inside, he closed the door behind you and was just about to walk over to his bedside lamp to turn it on when-

You threw your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. You completely let go, no longer holding back your feelings. The tears that you had pressed back were now falling down your face rapidly. And if Jaemin’s heart didn’t break earlier, it sure did now.

He pulled his arms around you too, holding you close to him as you put your face into the soft material of his hoodie by his shoulder, letting it get wet from soaking up all of your tears. But he didn’t mind. One of his hands drew circles on your back, hoping to calm you down, as he started mumbling to you along the lines of “I’m here” and “you’ll be okay”.

As you finally calmed down a bit, you pulled away from him, wiping away the last of your tears on the back of your hand. Jaemin’s voice was low as he spoke. “What happened?”

“Jeno,” you sighed. “He- I saw him with another girl.”

He remained silent.

“Are you going to go all I told you so on me now?” you huffed, looking down on the floor.

“No, why would I?” he asked. You shrugged, shutting your eyes when you felt tears coming near again. “I’m sorry, really. I know how much you liked him and wanted it to work.” You didn’t know what to say, so you just sighed again. “A few days ago, he told me that he was seeing someone. And he said that he thought she was taking things too slow, so he was going to find someone else to have on the side.” You looked up at him. “I didn’t know he meant you at first, but when I found out you were seeing him, I told you to stay away but-“ He cut himself off, dragging a hand through his hair as his eyes wandered over the room. “I should’ve told you the truth right away. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m the one who should be sorry,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “I should’ve listened to you.”

“I heard him talk shit about me to Renjun this morning, but the only reason he was even here in the house was that he had slept on the couch with some cheerleader in his arms.” You gasped. That’s why he’d known about Jaemin when he texted you earlier today? “That guy isn't good. Bad luck that it was him you got involved with.”

There was another moment of silence, but a comfortable one. You felt good. Sure, you were angry at Jeno, but you weren’t angry at Jaemin anymore; and frankly, that was more important.

“So... are we good?”

You nodded, and were about to stand up to go and get out of the room when you had an impulse you couldn’t control. And before you could think, you leaned forward and pushed your lips onto his.

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The Lana Shipping Meme!

This is a meme made by @swtor-legacy-sitcom​ who very kindly tagged me to fill it in, thank you! :D This was super fun, I’ve been in a bit of a writing rutt lately so this was a nice way to sort-of dip my toe back into it :P I TOTALLY forgot this was in my drafts and forgot to schedule it to post, I’m soooo sorry it took so long lmao 😳😬

I’m not sure if we’re supposed to tag other people with this one so I’ll just leave a general, open tag here: if you have a Lana ship and want to fill this one out, feel free to yoink the meme and say I tagged you! Yes, I promise I mean you <3

Spoilers for KOTFE/KOTET, and slight spoilers for the Subterfugeverse “version” of said events, will be discussed below, so be aware of that before proceeding! There’s also some midlly nsfw questions so you might wanna skip those if they’re not your thing! :D Under a cut because it’s long, but no trigger warnings need apply.

Is Lana Beniko absolutely done with their shit?

Oh yes, absolutely. Nearly always. At any given time, BUT Lana wouldn’t have it any other way. Saarai may be a reckless, overly-heroic idiot with seemingly no self-preservation, but she’s Lana’s reckless, overly-heroic idiot, ya know :’D

Do they make jokes together?

Fairly often, yes! Theirs is very much a flirty/fond banter type of relationship. Lana tells her she’s insufferable, Saarai rolls her eyes and snarks back, so on. See:

Saarai: Well this was a stupid idea Lana: Considering it was one of yours, I’m not surprised Saarai: Why didn’t you say something? Lana: I did and you did it anyway. And what have we learnt from this? Saarai, quietly: I’m a dumbass and I should listen to you more.... Lana: Good. I still love you, though. Saarai: :’D

Lana, two minutes later: You’re going to do it again, aren’t you? Saarai: Yeah, probably.

as well as that little cutscene “You’d better come back blah blah blah” “Well I have you to rescue me, that’s all I need~” is their default pre-dangerous battle banter :P

Who’s hornier? (who initiates)

Saarai is definitely hornier, and while she’s not always the one to initiate, she’s definitely the one to ask more often. (if I had to give it a number, prolly something like 65/45 lol) One of these days, Lana’s going to buy a spray bottle /jk

Kinkiest they’ve been?

Not awfully. Saarai’s a biter (Lana likes it, don’t worry 😏) and she loves it when Lana pulls her hair, but other than that, and making use of connections within the Force to heighten the sensations during such activities ;) they’re pretty vanilla

There was a post going around a while back about an alternative to a praise kink that was like, a “reassurance” kink, instead. I can’t find the actual post to link to it and I haven’t pinned down any specifics for them yet but I definitely think that’s a Saarai thing to look into later 😏

Has Lana ever covered up something your OC did as Minister of Intelligence?

In a roundabout way, yes. Technically, Saarai’s entire existence on Rishii. Since, teeechhnically, as far as the Empire’s concerned at that point, Rai’s supposed to be dead. Lana doesn’t know the technicalities of why that is (and Saarai isn’t comfortable telling her, even now), but she knows it’s important, so she does it for her even if she doesn’t know why.

Favorite non sexual downtime activity?

Cuddles! Saarai is a cuddlebug, and while Lana enjoys them she’s definitely not the “if I don’t get cuddled x times a day I can’t go on” type (in my headcanon, ofc, I’m not saying she can never be that way!) but, Saarai’s also very warm and cuddling her is cozy, so it’s something they both enjoy, whether Rai’s the big spoon, or - and this is Rai’s favourite thing ever - Saarai putting her head in Lana’s lap so Lana can play with her hair, it’s something they always do at the end of the day when they’re both done with work.

Mushiest thing Your OC has ever done for Lana?

So, I’m too impatient & lazy to do the actual HK missions in-game, but I know you can technically get another HK unit, so because ✨it’s my fanfic and I get to make the rules✨ Saarai sent Aria (my DS! Jedi Shadow, very good at stealth) back to Zakuul and though it was a bit battered up, she managed to retrieve HK’s processor. They had to get him a new chassis, but Koth and Ty managed to salvage the rest of his “important” bits and they rebuilt HK for her after they settled on Odessen :’3

Most Embarrassed Lana has ever been because of your OC?

In the middle of an important meeting, in front of everyone on the Alliance High Council, including Theron, Senya, Ni’kasi, Vano, etc.

Lana, sarcastically, after they’ve been disagreeing on how to handle a particular matter for ~1 hr: hahaha bite me.

Saarai, dead serious: Okay, where? 😏

Lana was mortified, to say the least XD

That thing that happened that they vow to NEVER speak of?

Saarai’s reaction when they went to Nathema. Rai’s psychometric, and in hindsight she realises putting her hand on that wall as she ducked into the building was a mistake. She was bombarded with flashback after flashback of what had happened on Nathema when it was still Medriaas, the planet where she was born and where most of her family died, it was not a pleasant experience for her and Rai actually collapsed at one stage because it was all too much for her ;w;

Lana had to bring her back around and herd her back on the ship, where Rai had to wait because she just couldn’t go any further, and Lana and Vano had to go on alone. Lana agreed not to tell anyone else about what had happened, because Saarai didn’t want any of them to worry about her, or think she was “weak” because of it.

The Angriest they’ve ever been at each other?

There’s actually two instances that come to mind for this one

1) Koth’s betrayal/stealing of the Gravestone, Lana was pissed at Koth and wanted to take it out on him, Saarai was pissed at the situation and got between them and chewed Lana out for taking it out on him. (Subterfugeverse is kinda complicated, there’s two Commanders calling the shots for different parts of the Alliance, Koth took issue with something Vano did and made the reckless, kinda stupid decision to still steal the Gravestone even tho Saarai didn’t do anything. (also for anyone new to the blog, all three of them are dating, they’re polyam ;)) Lana took it personally, Saarai was more upset that he was upset and didn’t say anything before he did something stupid. Rai and Lana butted heads about how to deal with it, Lana got salty cause she got yelled at, but they ofc fix it later :3)

2) Torian’s death. Saarai had tried to warn Lana what would happen if they split Vette & Torian up during that fight, Lana brushed it off and told Rai to “stop overreacting, it will be fine”. Obviously, it was not fine. Rai was very angry at the result because, I quote, “I WARNED YOU! And you wouldn’t listen to me!” Saarai refused to speak to Lana for a few days after that, it was kinda a rough time for Lana, she’s only seen Rai get that angry a few times, and only once at her so it shook her a bit. 😢

How does both Lana, and your OC initiate the ‘fade to black’ ;)

For Saarai, the “indicator” is usually when her kisses start to become 50/50 between kissing and biting/nibbling. That’s the universal “ok I want to” signal for Rai. Usually very quickly followed by a soft “yes?” or “are you sure?”, either against her skin or into her ear, depending on where she’s kissing at the time; because she’ll always check first, and if Lana says “no”, it’s off, because Lana’s consent is more important than any of her feelings.

For Lana, it’s when she’ll let Rai pick her up and/or usually to pin her to a wall. There’s a decent height difference, Saarai’s 6 ft 3, and I headcanon that while Lana’s not necessarily “short” at around 5 ft 8, she’s considerably smaller than Rai, as well as being more “reserved” with PDA, she’ll hold hands, or kiss her on the cheek etc. in front of other people, but otherwise Lana tries to keep somewhat “professional” while they’re at work. So when she starts climbing her like a tree, Rai knows she’s about to get some. XD

Do they have kids?

Kiiiinddd of? It’s complicated. Saarai has a son, Ty, from a previous relationship. Lana & Koth both sort of step up to help co-parent, but since Sith Purebloods age differently (i.e. they’re adults at ~20ish the same as humans, but after that they’re more like elves and their physical aging slows down, so they’re more long-lived), even though Ty’s very young by Pureblood standards, he’s still 60 years old, so he’s technically older than Lana and it’s kind of awkward for him to actually call her mom even if she kind of acts like one. He accidentally called her “mom” once, it was very awkward for both of them XD

What has been the most protective Lana has ever had of said kid?

I sat and scratched my head for ages trying to think of something to answer this question with, but I’m very sad to say that right now at the time of answering this meme, I don’t have any specific scenes planned out to tell you about! :( But rest assured that Lana absolutely would rush to help Ty if it was ever necessary :D

House pets? Is your Lana a dog person, or Cat person?

Funnily enough, they don’t actually have any pets! I’d like to think of Lana as more of a cat person than a dog person, in my personal opinion. But they have yet to get any pets of their own, maybeee later on, I dunno. Haven’t hit on any solid ideas for them yet, but I feel like if they happened upon a cute kitty they definitely could adopt one at some stage :’3

Do they get freaky on the Alliance Base or in the Shuttles?

They’ve done both, to be honest lol. Thankfully, Saarai’s sneaky enough that they haven’t gotten caught doing it, yet. Thank the Force.

Are their Sparring Matches Flirtatious? Hardcore?

They could go either way, it depends on what kind of mood they’re both in. If Lana’s particularly annoyed (usually not at Rai, but sometimes) then it’s more likely to be a hardcore spar, Rai’s a pretty tough cookie so she’ll often offer to be Lana’s punching bag in order to spare them some repair bills so she doesn’t rip apart the training dummies irrepairably, it’s okay, Rai can take it ;)

But if they’re both in an otherwise good mood and are just sparring for practise sakes, then yes, they often very quickly devolve into flirtacious banter and some of the classics, you know, “okay you win, you can let me go now” “mmm, nah” “I thought we were sparring” “do you want me to stop” “...don’t you dare.” etc. :’D

Class Specific things that play into their relationship?

Saarai’s a Juggernaut, and I headcanon Lana’s probably some sort of Sorcerer, so they tend to fight as such. They cover each other in more ways than one, if you want to get to Lana you have to go through Saarai first (and good luck to you, that woman can take and give a fucking beating lmao). Lana picks off whatever Saarai’s saber misses, usually with Force attacks but sometimes with her saber, too. Saarai takes bullets for Lana so Lana doesn’t have to get hurt. Lana yells at Rai for doing that and then fixes her up with Force healing afterwards, rinse and repeat. :’D

When they do argue, Lana tends to spontaneously manifest Force lightning, Saarai’s used to it and doesn’t bat an eyelid, she knows Lana’s not actually going to throw it at her and she’s more than prepared to dodge any stray bolts that do come her way.

Lana’s the tactician and the ground support, Saarai’s the battering ram/the bigass hammer used to clear space when Lana needs a bit of extra “oomph” (and trust me, they’re usually never far apart. The other one will be there and then you’ll be in trouble lmao)

Describe a time your OC went ‘Full beast mode’ to protect Lana, instead of the other way around?

"Kriff. Koth, what happened?” Three words was all it took, and everything made sense: “They hurt Lana.”

That scene in the Endless Swamps on Zakuul, just before they pull the Gravestone out of it and Lana and the Commander get ambushed. Saarai went with Lana & Koth to break Vano out of carbonite (since Saarai was still on Rishii at the time, she doesn’t get frozen, only Vano) so when they split up, Saarai goes with Koth to look for ship parts while Vano goes with Lana to look for water.

Lana and Vano get ambushed by the Knights/Skytroopers, and Lana’s hand gets busted. It takes Saarai and Koth a little while to rush over there to help them, but when they do

Saarai. Goes. Fucking. Feral. It’s the scariest she’s ever been in front of Lana and Lana will never forget it, they almost didn’t really need Senya’s help for that part, Saarai basically had it covered. I imagine Lana later described it as “kind of hot, but also kind of terrifying, actually”

Saarai’s considered Chaotic Good, so generally speaking if there’s a peaceful, non-violent solution to a problem, she’ll opt for that, but she has a few buttons that you just do not want to push, ever. And hurting her partners is one of those buttons. She will go apeshit and that’s exactly what happened in the swamp lmao

Little things couples do to annoy each other. What does Lana do? What does your OC do?

Saarai likes to wake up early and hide Lana’s kaf mug in increasingly ridiculous places. Once, she even got Koth to help her stick it to the top of the Gravestone’s hull. It took Lana half the morning to find it, Lana was not amused. XD

Saarai and Koth also have an ongoing “terrible puns” contest where they basically see who can annoy Lana with the most ridiculous puns possible, see this post for an example :P Lana wonders where/how they keep coming up with these puns, she really does.

Does Lana get jealous in your headcanon?

Not really! In Subterfugeverse, both Rai and Lana are polyam, so generally speaking, jealousy isn’t a problem for them, and when it is it’s more of a case of “hey. Hey. Hey, I’m not getting enough attention, pay attention to me.” and then it’s usually dealt with and all is well ;)

When Lana meets Anri, the only thing Saarai does is tease her about “when she’s going to make the move”. 😜

Story that is prominent in their relationship?

I was gonna draw a little doodle for this but the poses kept not coming out right so I gave up, sorryyy qAq

I haven’t gotten very far into planning the SoR onwards+ segments of Subterfugeverse, just bits and bobs like this, but I’d say for now the most prominent is probably their first meeting on Rishii. Basically, meet-cute but with a lightsaber involved too hahaha. There was a lot of posturing and flirty subtext right from the get-go with these two, even if Saarai was particularly suspicious at first (see the earlier question about her being technically dead to the Empire). At first, when she noticed Lana tailing Ty (because Lana was extremely confused about why a Pureblood was so far from Sith space ;)), Saarai assumed that something had happened to her twin and the Empire had A) found out she and Ty were still alive and B) Sent Lana to track them down and kill them for good. Several tension-loaded hours later and Lana managed to convince Rai that actually, Ni’kasi was fine and speaking of, she was trying to avoid being killed too so maybe, actually, they could help each other. And that was all she wrote <3

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haikyuu x otome: rules | masterlist | prologue

a/n: 2nd post to the hq x otome series! requests are open :) next up will be a ‘game end’ for oikawa so stay tuned ;) 

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“Hinata, is that you?!” 

The owner of the familiar mop of orange hair screeched to a stop on his bicycle. Turning around, Hinata’s chocolate eyes widened in pleasant surprise when they landed upon your approaching figure. He hopped off his bike with a smile, walked it onto the sidewalk, and nudged its kickstand with his foot. 

“Y/n! I haven’t seen you for a week!” he replied enthusiastically as he outstretched his arms, ready to envelope you in an inviting hug. You offered him a warm smile as you gently pressed into his chest instead, unable to wrap your arms around him because of the books occupying them.  

Separating, you asked, “Where are you headed? I just finished class for the day!”

“You did? Great! I’m heading out to see a friend and grab some lunch! Do you like steamed buns?”

“Um, yeah, they’re pretty good! Why?”

“You should come along. I’ll introduce you!” 

Feeling a sudden rush of bashfulness, you unconsciously rubbed your toes into the pavement. “I’d love to, but are you sure they won’t mind? I don’t want to intrude or anything--”

A short squeak from your throat cut you off as Hinata shoved a helmet onto your head and fastened its strap under your chin. “Nah, of course not! And you’ll need this helmet; safety first! Here, let me take your books,” he spoke animatedly, taking your books and putting them in his own pack. He slung it back onto his shoulders and mounted his bike, then looked at you expectantly.

Shifting the lopsided helmet on your head, you met his gaze with a confused look. “Um, is something wrong? And why am I wearing your helmet?”

Chuckling, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Nah, nothing’s wrong. C’mon, I’m late already and my friend’s impatient! We’re going to lunch!”

“Y-You want me to get on?”

“Yeah! Like, stand on the thingy that juts out of the wheel and hold onto my shoulders.”

“Isn’t that, uh, dangerous? Especially on the street?” You wanted to trust him. You really did.

With a hand over his heart, he vowed, “I, Shoyo Hinata, promise to keep y/n safe on our journey to The Bao House.” 

Despite your uneasiness, you found yourself perched on the rear end of his bicycle. It took another few moments for you to balance yourself and secure your grip around his shoulders. “Are you sure about this?” you asked him hesitantly, looking down again at your feet to make sure they were positioned well. 

He glanced back at you, smiling. “Of course! I do this all the time. You ready?”

Sighing, you shrugged. This wasn’t the worst decision you’ve made in your life before. “As I’ll ever be. Let’s go!” 

At your cue, he trudged forward slowly, the bike wobbling slightly as he adjusted to pedaling with an additional passenger in the back. 

“W-Woah, Hinata, c-careful..!” you yelped, leaning down to fasten your hold on your friend. 

“Don’t worry, I got you!” he exclaimed. Laughing, he began to speed down the bike lane. Despite the close calls from nearby cars and the occasional jostle from a small bump in the road, you remained relatively surprisingly steady. You risked raising your head up, taking in the sights you rushed past. 

“That’s where I practice volleyball!” he called out as a large, grey building passed on your right side. “They’ve got big courts and all sorts of other sports arenas inside! We’ve got a game starting in two weeks, actually!”

When you were finally able to get off the bike, your feet hurt from the pressure of the metal bars. You were relieved to be back on the ground, though, alive and uninjured. Taking off the helmet, you examined its unicorn and fairy stickers with amusement.

“Nice stickers,” you teased. He snatched the pink helmet from you, blushing, then fastened it to his bicycle.

“It’s supposed to be my little sister’s but it’s too big for her,” he grumbled. Waiting for Hinata to lock up his bike on a nearby rack, you then followed him inside the small restaurant. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the setting. 

“There!” he pointed. Your gaze followed his finger, settling on a person sitting at a booth in the corner. They were holding up a menu, leaving only their dark hair visible behind menu pictures of white, fluffy baos. Hinata eagerly bounded over to his friend, yelling “BAKAGEYAMAAA!” and causing the figure to jolt up in their seat. Angry at the surprise outburst, the dark haired boy stood up and whacked Hinata with the menu, and the two began to bicker. Only when he noticed you standing awkwardly in front of the two, as well as the weird looks from the other customers, did he stop, clear his throat, and slide back into his seat.

"Stop being an idiot and making me act out,” he snapped at Hinata, who looked at him in shock as he defended himself. 

“Your actions are your own doing!” Hinata retaliated. With a huff, he turned away from his friend and focused his attention back on you. Scratching the back of his head, he apologized. “I’m sorry about my friend.” He took a second to stick out his tongue at the boy. “This is Tobio Kageyama, but you can call him Bakageyama, or Yamayama, or--”

Blushing, Kageyama cut him off with a jab of his elbow.  “They get it,” he muttered, warning Hinata with a piercing glare. Then his eyes flickered towards you. Judging by the look he was giving you, you expected him to say something; yet only silence accompanied his intense blue gaze. Then, his lips started to twitch and his left eye crinkled slightly.

You were about to introduce yourself and save this boy from further embarrassment when Hinata began to snicker, poking Kageyama in the side. “Why’re you so awkward huh are you tryna smile just introduce yourself--”

‘So that twitching... Was him trying to smile?’

His blush deepened at Hinata’s taunts. Before he could lash back, however, you extended a hand and flashed him an upward curl of your lips. “I’m y/n, Hinata’s friend. He asked me to come, so I hope you don’t mind me being here. I’d like to get to know you more, Kageyama, it’s nice to meet you!” 

He paused to stare at your outstretched hand in surprise, blinking, then quickly shook it after he processed your introduction. “Ah, don’t worry, I don’t mind you being here. It’s nice to meet you, too, y/n.”

“Now we can all be friends~” Hinata rejoiced. “I call sitting next to y/n!” 

Throughout lunch, Kageyama seemed to relax more as you joked around with Hinata. Their friendship was cute, you thought, and you were glad to see him look comfortable in your presence. Maybe you were overthinking, but you also couldn’t help but notice the furtive glances he cast your way every so often. 

After you each split the bill, Kageyama checked the time on his phone. “I gotta go or else I’ll be late to class. I’ll see you both around.”

Once he gathered his belongings and stood up to leave, a more natural smile formed on his lips as he bid you goodbye. He was out the door in the next few seconds. A high-pitched ding caught your attention, and you looked over at Hinata, who was typing away on his phone with a smirk on his lips. 

“What?” you asked him when his brown eyes glittered at you with a hint of mischief. Then, you felt a vibration in the pocket of your jacket. Pulling out your phone, you saw a message from an unknown number.

‘Hey y/n. This is Kageyama. I forgot to ask you before I left so I asked Hinata for your number, yknow, for reference.’

‘Huh. He could’ve come back in real quick to ask. Then again, he was rushing to get to class, so...’

You glanced back up at your friend and raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, you gave him my number. That’s totally fine, so why are you looking at me like that?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes avoiding your interrogating look. “Oh, no reason. Say, you want to come to our volleyball game in two weeks? Kageyama and I are actually on the same team! It’s 12PM Saturday at the place we passed by earlier. Be there or be square.”

Smiling, you rolled your eyes. “Oh, I’ll be there.” 

On the commute home, you suddenly remembered you haven’t responded to Kageyama. You whipped out your phone and typed out a reply.

‘Hey Kageyama! That’s totally fine. Btw, I’m coming to your game, I’ll c u there 😁’

You hit send, unable to make sense of the tingle you felt in your chest. You chose to shrug it off. Probably just excited to meet up with your new friends. 

However, another ding of your phone and your heart was set aflutter.

‘Oh, cool, I’ll see you then’

‘Glad Hinata made friends with someone who’s not as annoying as him’

You didn’t think you’d be messaging him well after you arrived home, nor did he think he would be texting you throughout his 2-hour lecture. Not that either of you minded, though. 

taglist: @thechaosoflonging​ (tysm for requesting <3 :) ! hope u enjoyed! didnt get a req for cont story w kags but i probs will do one anywa loolol)

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never fear; kuroo tetsurō

Okay so I’m currently working on writing the Kuroo Tetsurō sports fic, I’m trying to write most of it before I post the first chapter that way I don’t half ass out and don’t finish it like I a l w a y s do. But in the meantime I wanted to give ya’ll some content. I did get the few requests ya’ll sent in and they’re very good I’m actually excited to write them, but for now I wanted to write this one so I don’t lose the momentum with the idea and because it really hits home for me in my personal life so I hope you enjoy ♡

word count: 3500+

warnings: abusive father, alcoholism, cursing, a n g s t

For Kuroo, it all started when you finally allowed him to pick you up from your house.

Normally it was fine, if not expected, for the boy to pick up the girl for dates. That’s why when Kuroo offered to swing by your home on your first date and you quickly shut him down, he grew curious as to why. 

Only a year later did you finally give him the okay, and to be honest he was curious at the time.

His first assumption, that you had lived in a rough part of town, was shut down when he arrived to your house. It wasn’t the Hamptons, but it also wasn’t a sketchy area.

Shrugging off his curiosity he let his excitement take over, he had been dying to take you to the new amusement park in town. 

Ringing your doorbell he was surprised to see an older looking woman answer the door, it almost startled him when he noticed how similar the two of you looked. It was like that filter the two of you used to make yourselves look a few years older.

The woman continued to look at him expectantly, causing him to cough a bit nervously as he stood up straighter.

“Good Evening Mrs. (L/n), is (F/n) home?” Kuroo spoke as smooth as possible, handing out the bouquet of flowers to surely impress your parents.

Luckily your mother smiled, taking the flowers from him. He had expected her to call your name out, but instead she just glanced back as if trying to hide Kuroo from whoever was inside.

“Of course dear, my (F/n) will be out in a minute just wa-”

“Honeyyyy who’s at the door?”

The sound of a new deeper voice had Kuroo and your mother jump in surprise. He didn’t miss the way your mother seemed to slump at the sound of the man’s voice.

“N..No one love!” Your mother called out, her eyes now landing on you as you quickly dashed down the stairs, your eyes anxiously looking down the hall.

“Mom.” You muttered under your breath, clearly unhappy.

Your mother looked to you with apologetic eyes as she moved aside for you to exit with your boyfriend, “I’m sorry honey, I tried to open the door quietly..”

You offered her a half smile of appreciation, quickly trying to slip past the door frame before a firm hand wrapped around your arm causing you to wince.

“Well look who it is! The so called boyfriend (L/n) won’t stop blabbering about.”

Kuroo blinked up to your father who seemingly came out of no where. He wasn’t sure why, but he picked up that you were very uncomfortable. Were you embarrassed?

“That is me sir, it’s great to finally meet you.” Kuroo said with a smile, holding out his hand for your father to take.

He noticed how the man stumbled forward almost crushing yourself against the wall before shakily grabbing his wrist, shaking it firmly before pulling away.

“So tell me about yourself!” Your father said with a grin, not being able to read the awkward air in the situation, “I wanna hear it all.”

At this point you couldn’t hide the discomfort in your face. Yanking yourself from his grip you quickly jumped from your doorway and moved by Kuroo’s side, taking his hand quickly.

Kuroo was at a loss for words, so much had happened so quick and he couldn’t quite tell what was really going on.

“Maybe next time dad, I’ll see you later tonight!”

When you waisted no time to tug Kuroo away he decided to follow you, offering a smile and wave to your parents but he noticed your mom already tugging your father back inside even though he seemed to not be pleased with it.

He opened his mouth to question the strange situation, but when he felt your warm hand grip his own and your eyes glue themselves to the sidewalk beneath you, he decided it was best to leave it.

The next incident happened at school, it was the day all the dots started to connect.

You liked to think you had a pretty great life. You mostly had a supportive family, great friends, and an incredibly loving and hot boyfriend. What else could you ask for?

Because of that, you always tried to keep your mood up and head high. You rarely were in a bad mood except for the common case of being hangry or exhausted. But thanks to the amazing people in your life, they were always there to help.

That’s why when you came to school not only four periods late, but looking like a train wreck: Kuroo was suspicious.

Still you tried to keep your facade up, but it wasn’t enough to trick him. The class was in the middle of having silent homework time, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip in class and speak with your teacher.

When the teacher gave you an understanding nod and handed you some papers you offered her a warm smile and bowed before shuffling back to your seat.

Most of your friends around you began to whisper to you, the conversation going on for five minutes before they started to rub your arms and give you sympathetic eyes. Was he missing something?

Quickly he pulled out his phone to the side and texted one of your friends asking if he could switch seats with her. Once he made it beside you, he scooted his desk close to yours.

The teacher made eye contact with him, raising a brow at his actions but when he quickly sent her a wink and nodded over to you the teacher sighed and gave him a nod of approval.

Thank the lord this was a class he had an A+ in.

“Hey princess~” Kuroo whispered with a grin.

The moment you looked into his eyes he felt like his soul had been ripped from his body. Somehow those brilliant (e/c) orbs looked all drained out of any life, your overall energy just seemed... low.

Forcing a smile you gave him a quick peck on the cheek before focusing back on your work, “Hey babe.”

Kuroo furrowed his brows, trying to read your expression. He really needed to talk to you about this but in the middle of a silent classroom probably wasn’t the best time.

He noticed your foot tapping against the floor as you stared down at your homework assignment, inhaling he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled.

“Need any help with your work?”

The sight of you crunching up the corner of your paper had him silent as he looked back up to your face, the corner of your lip being sucked in sharply by your teeth.

“No thanks Tetsu I got it, thanks though!” You said with an incredibly forced smile, causing him to frown before letting out a sigh.

“Of course baby, let me know if you get stuck.” Kuroo spoke, rubbing your arms softly before scooting his desk back over in it’s rightful spot.

The way your body closed itself off from everyone didn’t go unnoticed by him, but what really caught his eye was the blueish mark on your arm that your delicate fingers were trying to hide.

Over the next few weeks your demeanor seemed to go back to normal, and though Kuroo knew he should’ve asked you about what was going on, he also felt like you would’ve told him if it was important right?

So instead he decided to leave it be, as long as you were happy he was happy right?

But then the day every puzzle piece came into play happened.

Just like any other day, you decided to stay after school to watch your boyfriend during his volleyball practice.

Most of it consisted of you finishing up on some homework while blowing kisses to your boyfriend every once and awhile. It was a great way to end your Friday and welcome in the start of weekend.

Once Kuroo called it a day you decided to pack your bag and hop off the bleachers to help the boys clean up the gym for the night.

“Wow you’re lucky to have such a supportive girlfriend Kuroo~” Yaku teased as you began to blush at the constant praise, tossing a few volleyballs to the boy.

Your boyfriend’s team was always so kind and supportive, being in the same room as all of them always boosted your energy and ego.

“Are you suuuurree you can’t be our team manager?” Haiba whined as he got on his hands and knees as if praying to you.

The sight had you giggling as Yamamoto perked up at the request, “Yes please! I would love to see the faces of those stupid Karasuno hillbillies when they see our hot new team manager stroll in after us!”

Rolling your eyes you tossed over the last volleyball before your boyfriend met you halfway, “Guys you know I would love to, but I’m just too busy!”

Kuroo smirked at the group of idiots as they groaned at your response, he wrapped his arm around your waist as planted a kiss on the top of your head before leaving you towards the exit.

“Plus I would never make my girlfriend spend more time with you dumbass’ then she already has to.”

The sound of the boys yelling after him had you bursting into laughter as your boyfriend yelled at them to shut up and get rest before the game next week.

This was always your favorite part, walking outside the gym to see the sun slowly starting to hide over the horizon while you walked towards the sidewalk home.

The feeling of Kuroo’s strong arm wrapped around your waist and the cool breeze flowing through your silky locks was enough to refresh your entire body.

It really couldn’t get much better than this.

“So whatdya say you sleepover at my house? Watch a few movies, have a few make out sessions, watch a few more movies, let me play with your ass~”

You couldn’t help the snort that left your mouth as you slapped your boyfriend’s arm before stopping to pull out your phone, “No butt stuff.”

Kuroo forced a pout on his lips causing you to giggle before swung your hip against his own and winked up to him.

“Buuuut I could probably get my mom to let me sleepover tonight.”

This caused Kuroo to flash a toothy grin, his arm wrapping back around your waist as you grabbed your phone from your back and tapped it on.

Just as you were about to text your mom not to pick you up, you froze when you saw a text from her already.

Mom: Hey honey sorry to text last minute, your father will be picking you up today. See you at home!

Your expression suddenly dropped as you read the message. You glanced up from around the gym to see your father’s car waiting on the side of the curb, the sight causing you to shiver.

Kuroo glanced down when he felt your body quiver, his brow raising in confusion before you looked up to him with that familiar forced smile again.

“A..Actually I’m going to stop home first to get some clothes then I’ll meet you at your house.” You said, gently removing yourself from his grasp.

Kuroo blinked before grabbing your hand to stop you from walking away, “You sure princess? You know you can wear my clothes I don’t mind.”

Smiling you quickly stood on your toes to place a kiss on his cheek before removing your hands from his own.

“That’s alright Tetsu I’ll bring my own too just in case!”

Kuroo still couldn’t shake off the weird vibe he was getting from you so he persisted.

“Well then how about I walk you home? That way we can walk to my house together.” 

Biting the inside of your lip you shook your head and began to back away from Kuroo with that same smile, “That’s alright, my dad is actually here to pick me up, I’ll see you in a bit!”

Kuroo simply nodded and forced a smile of his own, waving back at you as you trotted away around the corner.

Your dad huh? Funny he remembered you acting the same way last time he had met your dad.

Of course he knew it was wrong to spy on you without your permission, but he also knew it was wrong to not be there for you when he knew you needed it.

If everything looked normal he would simply walk home and leave it, but he couldn’t help the itching feeling in his chest that everything was not normal, not at all.

Letting out a sigh you quickly dashed towards the car, knowing your dad hated when you were late. Your mom had sent you that text three hours ago, who knows how long he had been waiting for you.

“Please lord tell me he’s not intoxicated and in a good mood for once..” You mumbled as you neared the car.

Once you got close enough you tugged on the handle, only for it to be locked. Tugging on it one more time assuming he just needed to unlock it, you blinked when instead the window rolled down.

“Where the hell have you been?”

Great, he was in a bad mood. But maybe not intoxicated.

“S..Sorry dad, I was just watching Tetsu at volleyball practice. I thought mom was going to be picking me up later but I didn’t see her text.” You explained, placing your back through the window onto the passenger seat while tugging the door again only to find it still locked.

“Yeah you think you should be at some damn boy’s volleyball practice instead of at home helping with cleaning the house and doing laundry?”

Biting your lip you began to play with your fingers nervously as you looked down, “I planned on uh.. doing it when I got home-”

“Don’t you look down I didn’t raise a fucking animal, look at me when I talk to you.” Your father yelled causing you to look up quickly to see his bloodshot eyes staring at you.

Bingo, he was intoxicated too.

“Your mother and I bust our asses everyday so you can live the fluffy life you have and you have the nerve to disrespect us by running off and doing your own thing instead of coming home and being an adult?”

Biting at your lip you began to dig your nails into your hand. How dare he put words into your mother’s mouth. She knew how hard you were working to help around the house, how could he lie to you like this just to bring you down?

“Dad I...”

“Don’t even begin to start talking back to me young lady, you should be ashamed of how selfish and disrespectful you are to your family and everyone around you.”

The more your father spoke the angrier you began to get, everything he was saying was a lie. You weren’t selfish, you weren’t lazy, you weren’t disrespectful, and you were tired of having to hear it everyday.

“You are lying to me dad!” You shouted, causing the man to stop as he looked at your face streaming with tears, “All I ever do is try to work hard for you so you can be happy! I work while going to school to help pay the bills for you and mom and whenever I’m home I make sure I do everything I can to make your and mom’s life easier! I’m tired of you telling me how worthless I am!”

Honestly as you squeezed your eyes shut it felt good to say what was on your mind, to finally let all your frustrations loose and just speak your truth for once.

When you were met with silence you froze for a minute. Did what you say actually work? Opening your eyes you were met with your father fuming in the front seat.

Oh shit.

“Now you’ve lost your mind (F/n), I’ve dealt with your disrespect for long enough.” Your father shouted as he put the car in park, “I don’t want to see your sorry ass walk through the door of my house that I pay for until you pay double what you owe me for the month. First for disrespecting my hard work and second for all the days you’ve slacked off and cause me and your mother to work harder than we need to.”

Your eyes widened, you felt like the air had been stolen from your lungs. How on earth were you going to come up with all of that money? And to not come home? Your mother was going to be devasated! God forbid she try to talk back to him what would he do to her?

“D..Dad wait no!” You pleaded, trying to open the car door only for your dad to cut you off once again.

“Stop with the fake tears I don’t want to fucking see it, learn to be an adult and grow up!” Your father yelled as he lifted your backpack from the seat and launched it out the window at you.

Luckily you were able to catch it with a grunt since your laptop was inside, but the force from the throw had you stumbling back until you tripped on the sidewalk causing you to fall on your ass.

Between the force slightly knocking the air out of you and the scene unfolding before you, you thought you were going to suffocate. All you could see from your blurry vision was your dad turning the car back on and rolling the window up.

You called out his name and begged and pleaded for him to stop but sure enough you saw your father’s car drive away without a second glance back.

All of your senses began to fail you as your loud sobs filled the air. You felt like you couldn’t breath, like your chest was going to explode. You could feel the cool drops of blood most likely from the fall dripping down your thighs to your skirt but you didn’t care.

You wanted your father back, your real father back. You wanted your family back. You just wanted it all to end.

In the midst of your loud cries the sound of heavy footsteps and your name being shouted were simply drowned out from the world you knew around you beginning to fade away.

Kuroo on the other hand had seen it all like it was a movie playing out before him. It didn’t even seem real the way everything had happened.

He hid behind the corner of the gym, watching the scene unfold while careful not to get caught. Your dad already seemed mad enough as is, he didn’t need to make it worse by showing up.

When he heard the screaming match you two had, he was surprised to say the least. He had a feeling your dad was saying something to you all along, from the way you and your mother acted around him it was clear something was up.

But this? It was flat out child abuse. Kuroo wouldn’t dare say such things to his worst enemy, let alone someone he loved.

The way your father practically called you worthless as if you were some sort of monster and not his own daughter. He was just in shock that you had never spoken up about this sooner.

Sure enough he was brought back to reality from his current shocked state when he saw your backpack being flung out the window and into your chest, the moment you were on the ground in panicked sobs he knew he had to intervine.

He didn’t care if your father saw him, like hell was he going to watch the one he loved being treated like dirt on the side of the road.

“(F/n)! (F/n)!”

The sound of your name being shouted was still drowned out by your sobs, your shaking body not being able to move from the shock given state you were in.

“Shit (F/n) come here.” Kuroo said breathlessly as he grabbed your arm, only for it to be yanked from his grasp as you jumped away and looked at him with wide eyes.

The last person you had expected to see was your own boyfriend. He knelt before you with wide worried eyes, pain written all over his expression as he drank in the sight of you.

“(F/n)...” Kuroo whispered gently, holding out his hand while staring into your eyes as if he could find what to do in those lost orbs of yours.

You bit at your bottom lip, trying your very best not to come undone again but when he held his arm out to you the wrangled cry escaped your lips once more as you threw yourself into his chest.

Kuroo was quick to wrap his arms around your body, letting himself fall to ground completely so that he could drag your body into his lap and embrace all of you.

This entire thing was just so out of character for you. Now that Kuroo thought about it, he realized he had never even seen you cry.

How long had this been going on? Did your friends know about it? Your teachers? Is this where that bruise on your arm came from? Were you bleeding now as he held you?

As your cries muffled against his chest even louder he decided to kick those thoughts from his head, they didn’t even matter right now. All that mattered was keeping you safe from the world.

The feeling of you shaking in his hold had him gritting his teeth, his arms tightening around you as he gripped your tangled locks into his palms.

“T..Tetsurō I..I’m so-”

Kuroo quickly placed his hand on the back of your head and kept your face against his chest as he felt you trying to look up to him.

“Quiet (F/n), you don’t need to speak.” Kuroo spoke calmly, letting his fingers delicately brush through your hair as you hiccuped and whimpered into his chest, “I heard everything that asshole said.”

Kuroo felt as your fingers dug into his shirt as he even hinted mentioning your father, he grit his teeth once more for being an idiot to even bring him up again.

Instead he decided to place a warm kiss on your head, holding you close before letting go and placing his chin atop your head.

“I’ve got you (F/n), I’m not leaving you.”

From this day forward Kuroo swore to himself: he would never let anyone, and he meant anyone, hurt you like this ever again. 

[kayliemusing]

42: top 3s

1: Top 3 ice cream flavors - classic vanilla, birthday cake/birthday batter, bubblegum

2: Top 3 Disney Movies - Mulan, Onward, Soul (but this changes frequently lol)

3: Top 3 vacation destinations - I've never been outside of my home country so I'll say my top 3 DREAM destinations: NYC, Hawaii, a random countryside in either France or the UK

4: Top 3 places to shop - Dynamite, Sephora, Winners/Homesense

5: Top 3 subjects of study/classes to take - English/anything creative writing related, Interior Decorating/Design, Communications?

6: Top 3 make up products - YSL Touche Eclat Foundation, literally any Mac Lipstick but it has to be matte, & Fenty Beauty contour stick

7: Top 3 music artists - Taylor Swift - Of Monsters and Men - The Lumineers

8: Top 3 spices/herbs - Cinnamon - Nutmeg (literally tastes like autumn) - Paprika

9: Top 3 drinks - Diet Coke - Hot Chocolate - Vanilla Bean Frappe

10: Top 3 apps to use - Instagram - Pinterest -iBooks

11: Top 3 months of the year - May, October, December

12: Top 3 clothing items - My black/white turtle neck, high waisted jeans, plaid blazer

13: Top 3 binge perfect tv shows - Bones, Supernatural, Brooklyn Nine Nine

14: Top 3 romantic dates - (I've never been on a date but if I had, it would be this) Evening walk, late night drive, late night coffee date (tbh anything at night feels romantic)

15: Top 3 kinds of flower - Water lilies, cherry blossoms, roses

16: Top 3 christmas movies - A Christmas Carol (2009), Home Alone, The Polar Express

17: Top 3 OTPs - Nesta and Cassian from ACOTAR series by SJM, Manon and Dorian from Throne of Glass series by SJM, Casteel and Poppy from From Blood and Ash series by JLM.

18: Top 3 quotes to describe your life - "I write not to find, but to leave" by Scherezade Siobhan - "I want to be myself again. I want to be six. I want to stop knowing everything I know" by Catherynne M. Valente - "The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get" by Joanna Hoffman.

19: Top 3 characteristics you love about yourself - my kindness bc it's not surface level kindness, but actually something deeply rooted within me - my resilience even tho sometimes it doesn't feel like resilience - my loyalty bc it is a hard as steel kind of loyalty

20: Top 3 kinds of candy - Maltesers, Kit kats, smarties

21: Top 3 ways to exercise/ be active - Walking, dancing, mowing the lawn/shoveling the sidewalk

22: Top 3 spirit animals - wolf, hummingbird, tiger (i googled it bc i didn't know and i was scared it was a joke but)

23: Top 3 petnames - I like 'lovebug', 'love', 'sweetheart'

24: Top 3 books read outside of school - The Hating Game by Sally Thorne, A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J Maas but viewers discretion is advised, Crush by Richard Siken

25: Top 3 most used websites - Youtube, Tumblr, Pinterest

26: Top 3 people you last texted - my mom, my bestie megan, and my sister bc they're the only people i text...

27: Top 3 hashtags you use - the only time i use hashtags is if i'm trying to promote some of my writing so I'll usually use writingcommunity, writersonig, poetryonig lol

28: Top 3 instagram accounts you follow - Trista Mateer, Griefmother, obviously taylor swift

29: Top 3 guilty pleasures - buzzfeed quizzes, early 2000s music, romance novels

30: Top 3 summer activities - Going to the zoo, long evening walks, campfires and s'mores

31: Top 3 things to draw/doodle - hearts, flowers, random swirls bc it's the only thing i can doodle...

32: Top 3 aesthetics - cityscape aesthetic, autumn aesthetic, rustic aesthetic

33: Top 3 things you'd buy if you gained three million dollars - a new car, a condo, another cat

34: Top 3 ways to treat yourself - facial, a large bag of maltesers, buying the makeup i really want but have been putting off

35: Top 3 celebrity crushes - Evan Peters, Matthew Daddario, henry cavill

36: Top 3 books from your childhood - Love You Forever by Robert Munsch, The Big Friendly Giant by Roald Dahl, and Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmens

37: Top 3 accents to hear - Australian, super poshy british accent, new zealand accent

38: Top 3 scents - Fresh rain, vanilla, sweet cinnamon pumpkin from bath and body works

39: Top 3 "Friends" quotes - "WE WERE ON A BREAK" -Ross, "Guess things were just going too well for me" -also ross, and "it's so exhausting waiting for death" - phoebe

40: Top 3 cupcake flavors - tbh I haven't tried that many cupcakes so your typical vanilla, chocolate, and Pink Lady Cupcake from Babycakes Cupcakery

41: Top 3 fruits - Pomegranates, Strawberries, Raspberries

42: Top 3 places you've had amazing pizza from - Pizzahut, Dominos, Pizza73

43: Top 3 sports teams to watch - i don't

44: Top 3 crayola colors - uh, i guess red, purple, and pink??

45: Top 3 things you hope to accomplish in college - Certificates/Degrees in Copyediting and Creative Writing, and I think simply just deeper critical thinking skills when it comes to writing and books

46: Top 3 fanfictions you've read - I read more books than fanfics, I've read a couple on tumblr but don't remember the names sorry :/

47: Top 3 people you miss right now - my dad, my best friend bc she's in vancouver, taylor swift bc she's not on tumblr anymore rip

48: Top 3 fears - Failure, Loss, not achieving anything in life/not reaching my full potential

49: Top 3 favorite literary devices - Foreshadowing is always god tier, cliffhangers although evil i love those too, symbolism

50: Top 3 pet peeves - People dragging their shoes on the floor when they walk, when you tell someone your fav hobby/music artist/interest and they immediately go 'oh I hate X!', and people who go 'you're so quiet!!!' but in a way that draws in more attention and/or makes me feel more uncomfortable like i would literally rather die

51: Top 3 physical things you find attractive - Hands, nice hair, defined jawlines

52: Top 3 bad habits - Nailbiting, picking at my blemishes oops, lip biting

53: Top 3 pets you've had/wish to have - Cats bc they complete me, I've always wanted a Samoyed, and I've always wanted a turtle

54: Top 3 types of foreign food - Chicken Chow Mein, deep fried shrimp, japanese chicken wings

55: Top 3 things you want to say to someone in your lifetime - 'I quit', 'I love you', 'you changed my life'

56: Top 3 dog breeds - Samoyed, german shepherds, collies

57: Top 3 cheesy romance movies - You've Got Mail, How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, 10 Things I Hate About You

58: Top 3 languages you speak/wish to speak - French, Sign, and maybe Japanese?

59: Top 3 series (book, movie, television) - The Cruel Prince series by Holly Black, A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas (but literally only for Cassian and Nesta), From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L Armentrout

60: Top 3 pizza toppings - Mushrooms, alfredo sauce, pineapple

61: Top 3 youtubers you're subscribed to - Game Grumps, Charlotte Dobre, Megan Batoon

62: Top 3 tattoo / piercing ideas - I want to get a tattoo on my wrist of the last thing my dad ever wrote me, a hummingbird tattoo right next to it, and then a cross on my index finger

63: Top 3 awards you want to win - National Book Awards, Nobel Prize, and maybe even Goodreads Choice Awards lol

64: Top 3 emojis - Laugh/Crying emoji, the please sir emoji that kinda gives off those puss n boots eyes, and the stars emoji

65: Top 3 cars you dream of owning - 1970s Chev Impala, tbh a cute little Hyundai Venue, and maaaaybe the 1964 ferarri 250 gt luso (idk if that name was totally right but i had to do tons of googling to find it. i don't know a lot about cars and i don't really have a top 3 lol)

66: Top 3 authors - Right now I'm really into Sarah J Maas, Sally Thorne, and Holly Black maybe?

67: Top 3 historical figures - Jesus, Anne Frank, Vincent Van Gogh

68: Top 3 baby names - Ryder, Leila, Gracie

69: Top 3 DIYs - Candles, refurnishing old furniture (i.e. my mom and i painted our wooden garbage can), and really just any type of autumn diy

70: Top 3 smoothie combos/flavors - Strawberry/Banana, Mango, Strawberry-Mango

71: Top 3 songs of this month - Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish, Biblical by Calum Scott, and Visiting Hours by Ed Sheeran

72: Top 3 questions of this post you want to be asked - I did them all bc I made it a survey instead of an ask meme ;)

73: Top 3 villains - Regina/The Evil Queen from Once Upon a Time, Cruella De Vil, and Moriarty from Sherlock

74: Top 3 Cities you want to see - Montreal, NYC, Vancouver (honorable mention: LA)

75: Top 3 recipes you want to try - different kind of salad and/or burger bowls, Stuffed bell peppers, and homemade lemon loaf

76: Top 3 dream jobs - Bestselling author, the person who runs a companies social media accounts, youtuber/blogger

77: Top 3 lucky items - tbh don't have one

78: Top 3 traditions you have - Christmas Eve Service and if I don't go to that at least incorporating reading the christmas story on christmas day or eve, idk if this counts as tradition but going to the corn maze every fall, and whenever it's easter/christmas/thanksgiving we always have a big meal w/ family

79: Top 3 things you miss about being a kid - reckless abandon, dreaming about growing up with hopefulness and no dashed hopes, experiencing holidays like halloween and christmas as a kid

80: Top 3 harry potter characters - I've never read or watched Harry Potter rip (ok well i saw the first and second (and maybe third?) movie in the sixth grade I think) but I think I really liked Hermoine, Harry obviously and Dobby

81: Top 3 lies you were told - i don't have 3, but this one has a story but basically when my sister and i were in elementary school my sister got hit by a car and so the insurance thing was that she would recieve 10k when she was 18 and as a child i thought that was unfair so my dad told me that my sister had to split it with me when we were 18 lmao obviously that didn't happen (i think i realized that wasn't true in middle school)

82: Top 3 pictures in your camera roll right now - Pictures of my cat, one of my sister in a hilarious filter, and a picture of my rocking my TS merch

83: Top 3 turn ons - Kindness, defined jawline, easy going

84: Top 3 turn offs - arrogance, unkempt, super loud and obnoxious

85: Top 3 magazines/news papers/ journals to read - I don't read much of those so I'll tell you some sites I love for writing purpose's: there's Wellstoried, justwriterlythings, springhole.net (which is filled with generators if you're stuck and also tons of infomation and advice)

86: Top 3 things you wish you had known earlier - that toad in Mario Party was wearing a mushroom hat and that it is actually not his head, that immaculate means 'clean' before i misused that word like several times over the years, and that the one turn i always take on my way to work where i thought everyone didn't know how to drive was actually bc i didn't have the right of way rip me

87: Top 3 spongebob episodes - the one episode where spongebob and patrick find a ghost ship, that one episode where they form a bikini bottom band and perform it at a football game in a little fish tank, and the one episode where squidward has his first snowball fight

88: Top 3 places to be in the world - I'd love to be in NYC, Montreal, or Hawaii

89: Top 3 things you'd do differently - I would not have applied for RDC, similarly I should have just paid the 500 dollars to the one certificate program I wanted to do instead of overthinking it, and I wish I wouldn't have ended a friendship the way I did

90: Top 3 TV shows from your childhood - Spongebob Squarepants, That's So Raven, and Hannah Montana

91: Top 3 meals you love - Turkey Burgers, Chilli, and Instant Pot Chicken Tortilla Soup

92: Top 3 kinds of tea - i don't drink tea

93: Top 3 embarrassing moments - one time in sixth grade I tripped and fell right on my face in front of my crush, this other time like a couple years ago i opened the door to my car and only realized much too late while i was staring at this random family that it was not my car, and when i went to the gas station to get gas and couldn't get my gas lid on my car opened and this guy had to help me which was already embarrassing enough but then the gas pump wouldn't work so i had to go inside to pay just to realize i forgot my wallet and had to shamefully walk back to my car and then run back inside the convenience store and then pay and then walk back to my car and finally fill my tank.

94: Top 3 holidays to celebrate - Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving

95: Top 3 things to do in the rain - have an existential crisis, pretend you're in a music video, walk through puddles like you're six again

96: Top 3 things to do in the snow - Sledding, Build a snowman, shovel it even tho you don't want to

97: Top 3 items you can't leave the house w/o - phone, keys, wallet

98: Top 3 movies you'd like to see - Jurassic World 3, Hotel Transylvania: Transformania bc i'm a child, and the animation of the addams family

99: Top 3 art mediums - Writing fiction/poetry, painting, music

100: Top 3 museums you've been to - Royal Tyrell Museum, Canadian History one in edmonton lol, and heritage park in calgary

101: Top 3 school memories - Middle school dances when the popular kids would grind to the song "Low" which was always an interesting experience, in the twelfth grade at winter formal when we all shouted "SHUT UP AND DANCE!" at the same time when they played Shut Up and Dance, and the day i left

102: Top 3 things you don't/Won't miss - School, my sisters ex, 2016 bc she was a rough year yikes

103: Top 3 pick up lines - "My name is Will. God's Will.", "I'd like to take you to the movies but they don't like you bring your own snacks", "are you from tennessee bc you're the only 10 i see"

104: Top 3 sports to watch - none of them

105: Top 3 taylor swift songs - all too well - exile - coney island