#thank you for sending a prompt!! this was a perfect opportunity to practice some action-y bits + heck yes protectiveness

[boyfrillish]

howdy! for a drabble prompt how about something like, victor/hop where one has to be fiercely protective of the other? (say, a wild pokemon encounter gets out of hand or...)

Victor’s walking toward Challenge Road when it happens. He knows there are plenty of wild Pokémon happy to attack passersby during any weather, yet he’s still caught off-guard when a Bisharp charges at him from behind.

The battle cry rings in his ears and when he turns around, he’s met with sharp blades ready to strike. He can barely shout a command to Sylveon or switch to a different Pokémon. The blow of the attack throws him right into the stairs and he yelps as the edges of the steps dig into his back.

He’s frozen in place as the blade points threateningly at his face.

But that’s when fear melts into a blend of admiration and worry alike.

“Get away from him!” an oh-so-familiar voice yells.

And Victor watches as Hop charges directly into the wild Bisharp, hitting it with his own body to knock it aside, and Dubwool eagerly helping with its Double-Edge.

Hop stands in front of Victor like a shield, Pokéball in hand to switch out. “Go, Cinderace! Hit it with your Pyro Ball!”

With the type advantage on his side, he fends off the wild Bisharp with ease. Though rather than celebrate the win, he rushes to kneel next to Victor.

Grim determination — an expression that’s burned into Victor’s mind ever since their battle at the Champion Cup — makes way for worried frown. “Victor! It didn’t cut you, did it? Let me check you for injuries!”

But the only response Victor can think of is to grab Hop by the collar of his jacket and shout, “You idiot! What were you thinking?!”

“I just saved your butt!” Hop shouts right back. “And you’re probably hurt, so let me tend to you already!”

Victor really wants to argue — because really! What was he thinking? — but his body has to betray him by wincing in pain. “Ugh, fine.”

He slips out of his dojo jacket and loosens the zipper of his binder for ease of breath, at the same time allowing Hop to lift his shirt to examine his back for any obvious signs of injury and patch up the scratches on his arms and legs.

Victor is mad. He really is. But the Butterfree that go wild in his belly again at Hop’s gentle, caring touch make it tough to stay mad. And, okay, maybe Hop going reckless protector mode for him made him fall in love even more than he already was.

Still, though… he’s miffed. Feelings don’t always make sense.

Finally, Hop is satisfied with his work and he fixes Victor’s t-shirt before putting away the first aid kit. Softly, he says, “I did the best I could, but I’m just a Professor’s apprentice, not a Doctor. So you should go back to the Dojo and have someone check you more thoroughly as soon as possible.”

Victor groans. “But I have training to do!”

“Nuh uh, training can wait. Health is more important,” Hop argues. “You’re the Champion of Galar, it’s no good if you end up out of commission because you thought you could tough it out.”

“If health is so important, then why did you charge in like that? You could’ve got hurt!”

“I didn’t think, okay?” Hop says. “I saw that Bisharp attacking you and heard your cry and all I knew was I had to make sure you’re safe. There was no time to think before acting.”

“You keep doing that, Hop. Charging ahead recklessly and rushing off before I have a chance to say something or help you. It can get a bit frustrating, you know?” Victor says. Softly, he adds, “I worry about you and I don't want you to get yourself hurt for my sake. I want you to be safe, too.”

“Sorry about that, Victor,” Hop says. “Sonia reproached me for that too, but I can’t help it sometimes. Especially when something or someone I really care about is in danger.”

“Just, promise you’ll be careful, okay? Or else I’ll charge in and protect you, because I really care about you too.”

A smile blooms on Hop’s face as he squeezes Victor’s hand in affirmation of the promise. “Heh heh, it makes me really happy we always have each other’s back.”

Victor feels like a firework lights up in his heart.

He smiles back. “Me too.”

[anothertimdrakestan]

How DARE You Go And Die On Me???  - Jason Todd x Reader Soulmate AU -

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Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Jason Todd x reader soulmate AU pleasssse where when you touch them with skin for the first time there’s sparkly lights that only you and your soulmate see or something and you feel really warm and your soulmate glows or something? Thank you ❤️”

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I love this request. So much. I hope y’all enjoy this one because I really got to live out my famous science nerd dream. Thank you for the amazing request! I secretly love soulmate AU’s hehehe so please send more! Y’all are so creative with them too :)))

Soulmates were a sore subject for you. At a young age you glowed bright red, and it was the most crushing moment of your life. Soulmate glows only occurred when you touched your soulmate for the first time or when they died. Knowing this meant you would never meet your person was hard, but you hoped maybe you’d be one of the lucky ones who got a new soulmate, seeing as you were so young. But years later nothing had happened even though you stayed hopeful. Unlike so many who go off the rails once they realize there’s no one for them, you dedicated your life to researching soulmates, and it was incredibly fulfilling. As a high school intern working under a group of molecular biochemists, world renowned computer scientists, and psychiatrists you were worked towards creating a drug that made you glow in your soulmate color, it would make finding soulmates much easier and from there you could maybe make a sensor and go international with your research. Who wouldn’t want a drug that finds the person you’re meant to be with?

You’d been tracking soulmates to see if there’s any tell before they find out they are soulmates besides the glowing. It was painful to watch thousands find their life long partner but part of you hoped that by finishing this research you would be able to figure out if your soulmate was really gone, or get filthy rich trying. As just a teenager you planned on working for the company for the rest of your life, staying involved as you pursue your degree then returning, this project was growing up with you. 

As far as you knew, soulmates were drawn together. That was the only explanation as to why so many people in your tests were soulmates. There was something almost magnetic about finding your other half, and you were convinced it was chartable. There was a scientific explanation for everything. 

Finally the drug was ready, after months of blind trials and high highs and low lows it was time for the first wave of real life test runs. Grouping a couple thousand eager participants together, your team split into groups. Taking each participant into a room you gave them the drug and filled the color they glowed, and if anyone matched you’d bring them together. Of course all the interns on your team wanted to try too. 

Stepping up you couldn’t hold in excitement. Since you were only newly a teenager you hoped your soulmate color would be cool. You’d seen some amazing colors and meetings all throughout the day. It couldn’t get more exciting.

Stepping up, you took the drug and waited. 

And waited.

And waited.

But you didn’t glow. “Hey uh Y/N you did say you glowed when you were little right? Sorry to break it to yah kid but yours is gone, we’ve got a couple hundred more tests why don’t yah go home?” a voice came over the intercom, and your heart sunk. Sure some people didn’t glow either, and they all had flashed at some point. Your hope was clearly misplaced. And with a broken soul, quite literally, you went home.

Years later you’d kept with the team. The drug was almost ready to be released officially, and the public was beyond excited. You were 25 now, a huge public face for the soulmate finder, you’d stuck with the program and it had made you practically famous. Doing PR you’d brought the drug on talk shows, finding strangers their soulmate on live TV, you made special appearances to celebrities to find and log their soulmate color. Everyone that took your test had their specific color logged in a huge database, so when you tested if your perfect color matched somewhere your soulmate would get alerted. It was perfection.

Tonight you were going on television to do another round of soulmate finding with a late night host. Nothing new.

“And please welcome, Cupid Herself, Y/N!” The crowd was always full wherever you went, everyone wanted a chance at love as soon as possible. “Now I’m very sorry to disappoint the crowd but we’re bringing out some celebrities who’ve requested a chance at love... I bring you THE WAYNES!” You were a little shocked, you probably should’ve read the brief but no difference, you had enough for about ten people. Standing up you shook Bruce Wayne’s hand, moving onto the chair at the side while Bruce and three of his children walked in. “Hello! Mr. Grayson, Todd, and Ms. Brown right?” the host greeted the three and shook Bruce’s hand, no need for his introduction. 

“These three couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. As you know Mr. Drake-Wayne has found his soulmate and now husband so we couldn’t bring him! And my son Damian was erm- busy.” You saw Jason Todd snort, slightly taken aback by his actions on live television. “Can I just say, I am super excited to be here! It’s a huge honor Ms. Y/L/N this is too cool!” Stephanie got up, giving you a quick hug, you smiled, happy that she was so kind. 

“Well lets get this show on the road! I’m sure millions want to know if any of the Wayne’s are their soulmate!” the host waggled an eyebrow as the crowd cooed. This was basically a chance at the lottery, a Wayne was a ticket to riches for life. Taking the lead you gave your pitch about the drug, taking consent before grabbing a serving for four. Walking up you handed a glass to each boy, finishing with Bruce, but he refused. “Oh no, I don’t want to know” he said softly. The crowd booed, and in a bit of a panic the host said “well then how about the lovely Y/N takes a drink? We all want to know if the creator has a soulmate!” you politely told him and the crowd you’d tried before, but there was no light, explaining how you lost is when you were younger. As you saw the crowd looking upset you decided it was better than nothing.

“How about I try it guys! Maybe something’s changed - find out live here on Late Night!” you pitched into the camera and the host nodded, cutting to an ad-break.

“Does this shit actually work?” Jason turned to you, swirling the liquid around cautiously. “Yes! We’ve been error free for five years!” you said proudly, this was your life's work after all. “And we’re back! How ‘bout we get this show on the road! Grayson you first?” 

With a shrug Dick threw the little up back, and in a few seconds a cerulean blue glowed around him. The crowd oohed and ahhed as Dick smiled. “Any matches?” He looked to you. Glancing over at your guy who had snapped the exact color he shook his head. “Not yet! Dick Grayson-Wayne’s soulmate is still out there!” the crowd rumbled in excitement, everyone wanted a test now.

“Ms. Brown! Care to drink?” Stephanie drank eagerly, and quickly shone a deep royal purple and the crowd cheered. “No match!” you let everyone know and there was another cheer.

“Mr. Todd, you next?” Jason didn’t waste a moment, drinking the liquid he shone the brightest red you’d seen in a while. For a moment it reminded you of your red all those years ago. Looking over it was another no, and the crowd was almost losing it, many girls in the audience begged for a drink to see if they were his lover. 

“And lastly Ms. Y/N! Ready to see the creator try her own drug?!” You corrected him, taking a moment to shout out all the amazing scientists, interns, and volunteers you’d worked with over the years. The crowd cut you off, chanting “DRINK DRINK DRINK” urging you to throw the cup back, the liquid tasted way better than the last time you’d tried it in the trial run. You help out your hand to show the lack of coloration and the audience sighed. Smiling sweetly you began to talk about the drop date.

“Thank you all so much! I’m so excited to release this with my team in just a month. I’d like to once again thank my tea-” you heard a shriek “OH MY GOD THAT’S JASON’S COLOR!!!” and the audience lost it. Confused you saw Jason’s jaw drop, and you looked at your hands that now radiated the same deep red from all those years ago. 

“UM WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK!” the host shouted over the chaos. You immediately got up, rushing to the color scanner. “Holy shit Y/N it’s really Jason’s color.” he confirmed your suspicions and without thinking you sprinted back up to the sofa. Connecting your hand to Jason’s cheek the two of you began glowing the same color. Locking eyes with Jason, you couldn’t help but start crying. The aura radiated between the two of you and Jason pulled you into his chest. 

The camera came on after the 20 second impromptu break. And what they saw made the news that night. “JASON TODD FOUND SOULMATE LIVE ON LATE NIGHT” “CAMERAS TURN ON AND JASON IS HOLDING HIS GIRL - TOO CUTE! CLICK FOR PICS” “JASON TODD CUFFED! SEE THE PICS HERE!” In just the few seconds before they could cut the cameras, millions of viewers saw Jason holding you, the bright red shining around the two of you while you clung to him. And the pictures were everywhere. Pulling you off stage you couldn’t wrap your mind around what had just happened. 

“My- my soulmate died years ago. When I was a kid I took the drug and didn’t shine! This doesn’t make any sense!” you looked up a Jason and practically saw a lightbulb go off. “Well um, were you around 13 when your soulmate died? [ you nodded ] And you were about 14-15 when you tried the drug? [ again he was right ] Okay well long story I died and came back to life. And you must’ve tested when I was still gone” he finished and you almost passed out. “YOU DIED?” you screeched. And he clamped a hand over your mouth. 

“Shh princess that’s valuable knowledge for family and soulmates only” it was slowly starting to register that you were in fact his soulmate. “Soulmates” you whispered, leaning in to hug him again. “Soulmates.” he confirmed. 

“God I have never seen Jaybird this sappy in my life, you might be magical” Dick came up to you, shaking your hand and pulling you in for a hug. “You got a good soulmate Jay. By the way, can I have a couple servings early I’ve got a bet with Timbers that Damian’s soulmate is Jon and I need some soulmate help for myself?” you rolled your eyes and Jason tugged you back to his side. “Back off Grayson she doesn’t even know you!” 

“A little protective already Jay? Poor Y/N get used to this sweetheart” Dick winked at you and you felt Jason tighten his grip around your waist. Dick backed off and Stephanie bounded up to you. “Oh my god Tim’s gonna die he’d totally wanna be here! Plus I bet Bruce is gonna have to do all sorts of interviews now hahaha. How are you doing girl? This is a lot! Welcome to the Waynes!” she said, pulling you in for another tight hug, and the seriousness of finding your soulmate hit you. “Oh my god I’m gonna have to do so much press. How did I not think of this. What are the odds oh no this is gonna be a shitstorm fuck fuck fuck” Jason interrupted you by squeezing your hand. “Uh I really hate press too, I mean Bruce owes me patrol for like a week for just tonight but, if you like, need me for something I can go... does that help?” he looked lost, but it was clear that he wanted to help, and it was adorable. 

“I would like that. And it’s late. I’m exhausted. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow somewhere private? We’re gonna get stalked so maybe you can come over to my place?” you realized you just had to take it step by step, and finding a soulmate was the best first step ever. “Yeah, that seems easier.” Jason sighed, and the two of you exchanged numbers.

“By the way, what does patrol mean? And does the color red mean anything to you cuz it doesn’t to me and usually the color means something but it could not?” You saw Jason’s eyes widen.

“Erm, I’ll tell you tomorrow. It’s another one of those ‘family and soulmates only’ facts. If that’s okay?” you nodded, just happy to have a soulmate.

“Of course Jason, but just know I’m gonna give you a hard time for going and dying on me. Idiot” you stuck your tongue out as he winked.

“Only to make a perfect love story for you princess” and you groaned, but he wasn’t wrong. This one truly one for the books. 

[khaotic-kitsunes]

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Hello!!! That’s so sweet of you to say and I most certainly CAN write up some mafia Tamaki for you! Funnily enough, last night while I was laying in bed, I kind of came up with a few scenario ideas for the days where I’ve got nothing in particular to write...and a mafia tamaki one just happened to be on there! Which means I had something fun to start off with, so, I hope you enjoy~

Also, absolutely loving the manners there, such a sweet anon!!! It made me really happy to see that you like my writing and even happier to get a request! (I don’t actually get a whole lot of them...?)

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 “Bunny, come here”

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 You smiled at Tamaki as you walked into his office, closing the door behind you before making your way towards the mafia boss that you had fallen in love with; his eyes roaming your body without shame.

 “Mirio said that you were asking for me?” Tamaki stood up as you spoke, reaching out to pull you in close against his chest with his hands settling on your hips; refusing to let you put space between the two of you.

 “I wanted to talk to you, I’ve noticed that you’re getting along well with everyone” His voice was quiet as he began to trail kisses along your neck, making you shudder in anticipation; it was always impossible for you to tell if Tamaki was going to fuck you senseless or have a sweet moment with you.

 “Mm, you told me to…remember?” You leaned your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck before letting out a squeal when he spun you around to face his desk; pressing himself up against you from behind with his hands moving up to your chest. His fingers teasing your sensitive nipples leisurely.

 “I did, but I didn’t count on how much I would hate seeing you getting so close to other men” Tamaki pressed his lips to the spot behind your ear as he spoke, nudging you forwards until you stumbled into the desk; the only thing keeping you upright being his hands.

 “T-Tamaki, you’re looking into it too much is all…you know I’m only interested in you” You barely got the words out of your mouth before you found yourself pressed down against his desk, his hands guiding yours to the edge of the desk; a wicked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

 “Oh, I know that bunny…but my subordinates don’t, which is exactly why I’m going to fuck you like this and make you scream my name for everyone to hear” His words made you swallow loudly, peeking back at him with your face burning from the mere suggestion of such a thing. Though, you couldn’t say that you hated the idea of it, if anything you wanted him to treat you like that.

 It was hard for you not to love his rougher side. Sweet Tamaki was at home, but when he was at work, in this office; he was almost like a completely different person.

 “Now, unless you have any complaints…?” He trailed off quietly, giving you plenty of opportunity to deny him of the carnal desires that he wished to partake in; however, you merely shook your head, wiggling your butt back against him and making him groan out a quiet curse.

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 “Then hold on tight bunny.”

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 You shivered as Tamaki moved to push your dress up, quiet sounds of disapproval escaping him once it was revealed that you had decided against panties for your visit today; initially, you had been hoping to surprise him with some office fun. Now, it seemed like it was going to be a little more than you could handle.

 “Bunny” Tamaki paused, his hand slapping against your bare arse firmly while your body jolted from the contact, a cry of surprise falling from your lips.

 “We’re going to have a nice, long talk about this later on. Understand?” You nodded your head in agreement as his hand rubbed slow, gentle circles on the still-stinging flesh; soothing the pain that he had caused, though you had been the one to stir his possessiveness.

 “Good girl” He praised your willingness with a tender voice, shuffling behind you as he dropped his pants down to his ankles; freeing his now aching cock. Just the sight of you in such a way got him going, Tamaki had had you in his office too many times for his thoughts to be anything less than sinful when involving you and he had no regrets regarding such results.

 “Do you feel that bunny? How much I want you?” His words made you bite your bottom lip as he guided the tip of his dick to your dripping folds, making no comments about how you were already desperate for his touch when he had barely done a thing to you. Something you were entirely thankful for.

 “Y-Yes…” You pressed your forehead against the table as you spoke, knowing that if you didn’t respond to him somehow that he would find a way to punish you for it, whether that meant spanking, orgasm denial or otherwise. You didn’t particularly want to find out here, you’d much prefer to be at home for such activities.

 “And tell me, do you want it? Would you take my desire for you and scream my name for everyone to hear?” Your mouth fell open at his words, prompting you to look back at him with surprise written all over your features; the sight making him smile softly, reaching out to stroke your cheek.

 “Well?” You nodded your head slowly in response to his prompting, turning your head away when you felt him press against you more; teasing you for whatever reason he found appropriate.

 You moaned out quietly when he began to push into you, taking his time as he filled you with his throbbing cock, groaning at the way your body squeezed down around him; practically inviting him to lose himself within you.

 “You feel so good wrapped around me bunny” He leaned down to trail kisses along your neck, his words sending a shiver down your spine as they always seemed to. You could remember in the beginning, when Tamaki was so shy around you, scared to touch you in any way that might offend you; it was almost laughable when you considered how he acted now.

 “Tamaki…I thought you were gonna make me scream your name?” You moaned faintly while he rocked his hips, a low chuckle slipping past his lips; his hand going to your hair, his fingers tangling themselves into the soft locks. Yanking your head back so that he had better access to your neck, ignoring the way you winced beneath him.

 “I am bunny, I am…but you felt so good, I had to savour it. Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it” He pressed his lips to your ear, his breath hot and his words far too appealing. Distracting you just long enough to allow him to completely remove himself from you before burying himself inside of you once again; this time with more force, rocking your entire body into the desk, putting all his weight behind the thrust.

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 “Don’t be so eager for me to break you.”

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 You cried out in pleasure as he continued to thrust his hips, squeezing your eyes shut while holding onto the table for dear life; bracing yourself for the roughness that you found yourself craving lately.

 “Don’t make it so enjoyable if you don’t want me to be eager!” You moaned out the words almost breathlessly while he chuckled above you, planting tender kisses on your skin; in complete opposition from the otherwise rough treatment that he gave you.

 Tamaki didn’t bother replying, instead, moving his hands down to your thighs, grabbing them firmly and using his hold on you to put even more strength behind his thrusts, bouncing you against his table until you were crying out his name over and over again. You knew it wasn’t as loud as Tamaki wanted, but then again, you also knew that he wasn’t anywhere near done just yet.

 “I want you to remember this, every time you speak to my men. Do you hear me bunny? Every time you smile, every time you laugh at whatever it is they’re saying, I want you to remember me fucking you like this!” Tamaki groaned low against your ear, his thrusts growing more erratic as he lost his focus, enjoying the feel of you wrapped around him rather than the whole point of his actions.

 “I-I will! I’ll remember…!” You whined out in pleasure loudly, pushing your hips back against his thrusts as best you could, choking out his name when you felt his dick drag over your sweet spot; reducing you to a whimpering mess almost immediately.

 “I know you will bunny, because I’m going to make sure of it” He slapped your thigh firmly as he spoke, groaning each time he buried himself inside of you; his cock throbbing as your body squeezed down on him, desperate for what he had to give.

 The moment his hand moved between your thighs, fingers ghosting over your sensitive clit, was the moment his name fell from your lips in a broken, choked out whimper of pleasure; the unexpected touch enough to push you over the edge of caring about who heard. It was inevitable for you to give in to his desires when he was so determined, but you could usually hold out until your orgasm.

 “That’s it bunny, you sound so perfect like that” Tamaki muttered out the praise into your ear, pinching your clit as he buried himself inside of you, purposely grinding his hips up until you whimpered out a desperate plea for him to keep moving his hips. The only thing you could think of now, was how to keep the pleasure going, dignity didn’t matter, neither did shame.

 Your desperate noises had Tamaki cursing, the sounds more than enough to push him closer to his release when paired up with the way your body squeezed his aching cock; he could feel his release growing closer than he cared for. Tamaki knew that it would only be a matter of moments before he was filling you with his seed and breeding you like you always seemed to enjoy.

 “Tama…Tama please…!” You whined out his name breathlessly, turning your head towards him and staring into his eyes pleadingly, whimpering when he moved his fingers faster; dragging your orgasm closer until you were screaming out his name at the top of your lungs with a searing, white-hot pleasure racing through your body.

 You trembled beneath him as he continued to thrust his hips, his fingers torturing you with their relentless ministrations. Giving you no rest despite how you needed it, especially given that he knew that he was going to have you many more times before you were allowed to leave his office.

 “Shh, relax bunny…let me take care of you” Tamaki stole your lips in a heated kiss, finally moving his fingers once he had decided that you had had enough; though his thrusts grew more frantic as your body pushed him over the edge.

 Tamaki cursed as he pulled his head away from your own, allowing you to catch your breath while his hips bucked uncontrollably, hot spurts of his cum filling you; your name on the tip of his tongue.

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 “Every time…every time, I underestimate how good you feel bunny…too bad it’s so addictive, I’m going to need you a few more times now to settle my craving.”

[ichorizaki]

part of your world—s.d.

꒰ ❛ genre ❜ ꒱  — fluff. just, pure fluff

꒰ ❛ pairing ❜ ꒱ — timeskip!sawamura daichi x f!reader

꒰ ❛ warnings ❜ ꒱ — uhhh some curse words and teeth-rotting fluff, asahi’s terrible fashion taste

꒰ ❛ word count ❜ ꒱ — 2.7k

˚ ༘ˀˀ  ꒰‧⁺ a text from sol —  ✎ˀ !!! my first req!!! ily ily hehe i had so much fun with this; i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! thank you so much for being patient, @ceo-of-daichi​ huhu

-`,✎ synopsis!  ; ♡ disneyland is just as magical as anyone dreamed for it to be and more.

One of the things that you love about Sawamura Daichi was how he calculated different factors to make sure that his intended outcome was accurate and to his satisfaction. Maybe it was the way his dark brows furrowed in concentration as he mapped out the plans, or perhaps it was in the way he had that small grin that boasted pride when he was done. You didn't know why he was planning so intently for a quick weekend trip to Disneyland Tokyo, but you didn’t quite care because it made for the perfect setting for you to pop the million-dollar question. While you would love to have the trip be just the two of you, you required an audience and moral support, which was why you had Sugawara Kōshi happily laying down in the backseat of the rented car and Azumane Asahi waiting for your arrival at his condominium complex at Ginza, Tokyo.

“Dai, how much further from Tokyo are we? I wanna ride the rollercoasters!” Kōshi complained from the backseat, propping himself up on his elbows. It was a miracle that both you and your boyfriend had heard him over the booming stereo that blasted the Disney playlist curated specially for the trip. He noticed that Daichi had his hand gripping your thigh where it was exposed by your denim shorts and made a gagging noise. “I thought I wasn’t gonna third-wheel.”

“We’re not even making out, you drama queen,” Daichi snorts. His eyes drifted from the rearview mirror to the GPS he was following on his phone next to the steering wheel. “We’re about fifteen minutes from the checkpoint.”

“Finally. Fifteen minutes more and I won’t be the only third-wheel.” You laughed at his comment as he went back to laying down in the backseat, scrolling through his phone and singing along to the songs. In his impatience, you knew it was excitement. Partially for Disneyland, but you knew the real reason behind it: the small velvet box sitting in your Kanken bag that sat by your feet.

Kōshi has been your partner in crime ever since your Karasuno days. You knew he had your back when it came to anything that consisted of the element of surprise, as you had his. You’ve said it a thousand times and you’ll say it again: the Karasuno VBC should be glad that you weren’t one of the managers. Otherwise, you were sure that their productivity would fall drastically.

Feeling your boyfriend’s calloused hand give your thigh a slight squeeze dragged your eyes from your phone screen to his beautiful face. You raised your eyes in question before he nudged his chin towards what lay beyond the glass windows, eyes fixated on the road. You followed his gaze and a small gasp of surprise left your lips.

It was by no means your first time in Tokyo but it never fails to take your breath away every time you near the border. Silver buildings line the landscape, blindingly glinting as they reflected the meridian sun. Billboard signs were but a blur of colours as Daichi drove past. You could practically smell the metallic scent of the metropolitan metal forest.

“Kōshi! Look!” You cried out, the palms of your hands flat against the glass along with your cheek as you tried to get closer to the scenery in the confines of the car. The second you passed the checkpoint and were cleared, the excitement was blatantly obvious in the way it seemed to send jitters down your spine. “Ah, I can’t wait to see ‘Sahi. I’m so glad he agreed to come out of his shell and spend time with us.”

“Right?” Kōshi got up from his position to squeeze his torso in between your seat and Daichi’s. “Man, I can’t wait to go feral at Disneyland and sleep for free in a downgraded hotel.” Daichi couldn’t help but laugh at the statement that his friend had made in reference to Asahi’s place. He had offered his condominium as accommodation for the night. You guessed that he was tired of being so lonely in such a spacious living space. The last time you checked, you were sure that he had two guest rooms which was perfect for the three of you.

Daichi continued driving into the city, easily finding his way to Asahi’s condominium complex. He was waiting there, scrolling through his phone in what could easily be the most tourist-y getup. He didn’t notice the vehicle pull up before him, which prompted you to wind your window down to call for him. Kōshi mirrored your actions, calling for him by his favourite nickname since high school.

“Oi, Negative Beardy!” He giggled as the bigger man looked up from his phone. His hair was cropped short, his previous peach fuzz now a well-groomed beard. He got up from his seat and you couldn’t help but notice the neon green fanny pack standing out exceptionally from his ensemble. You didn’t hold back the laughter and neither did your boyfriend as the clumsy man slid into the backseat next to Kōshi, the apples of his tanned cheeks a bright pink.

“Five months and the first thing you do is tease me . . .” Asahi sighed.

“How can we not when you look like a tourist?” Daichi countered as he began to drive out of the complex. “For a fashion designer, you sure do have a terrible sense.”

“Yeah, ‘Sahi,” you chimed in. “Isn’t the neon green fanny pack a little overkill?”

“Huh? Then where am I gonna put my wallet and phone on rides?” The three of you laughed it off, leaving a resigned Asahi shaking his head. Years may have passed and there may have been distance among the four of you but the chemistry was still there.

The drive from Ginza to Urayasu was about twenty minutes, but time seemed to fly by when you’re having fun because the next thing you know, the four of you were climbing out of the car with entry tickets in hand and standing in line. It was late into the season of spring and you could smell it distinctly in the air. The breeze was nice and chilly against where your skin was exposed as the sun cast a mighty glow upon the citizens of Tokyo, excitement buzzing in your veins like static electricity as you bounced back and forth on the balls of your feet.

Kōshi was the only other person who was being loud about his excitement, running as soon as he was granted entry into the magical grounds of Disneyland. You bounded after him, your voice disappearing into the large expanse of space as you screamed out loud.

“Y/N! People are staring, you idiot,” Daichi called out after you, taking your hand in his as soon as he caught up. You gave him a cheeky grin and wink along with a finger gun with your free hand. Now that you were finally at Disneyland, all you had to do was wait for the opportunity to make this fine man yours for the rest of your life. Kōshi gasped when he saw your linked hands and immediately turned to look at Asahi who tucked his hands behind his back in response.

The four of you started off at World Bazaar, taking a tour on the omnibus around the plaza before deciding to go in hard and strong at the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Adventureland. Needless to say, Asahi was the only one who emerged trembling like a leaf. You felt like a high school student once again, spending time with your best friends and your crush in what appeared to be a fantasy-like wonderland. Your laughter filled the air as screams and children’s excitement harmonised along.

Regardless of where you ventured in the theme park, you were smiling and laughing and running around like a child with Kōshi as Asahi and Daichi both looked on. The former was visibly embarrassed by the commotion that the both of you were causing while the latter simply bemused by how happy you were. Hell, simply ‘happy’ didn’t cut it. You were in absolute childlike ecstasy as you pulled him along to the different rides and exhibitions, asking him to take your picture with Daisy Duck or Peter Pan or some character whose name he had forgotten. He was completely enthralled by you and knowing that you were his simply sent his mind reeling and his heart thumping against his ribcage as he fondled with the navy blue box nestled in the pocket of his bermuda shorts.

To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You were about to ask the man you love if he wanted to spend the rest of his natural life with you. You kept telling yourself that you had no reason to be nervous, that no matter what his answer was, you’d respect it. It was only natural that you were restless, right? The adrenaline that flowed through your veins was keeping you on your toes at every exhibit, show, ride, and parade that the four of you spectated with bright, eager smiles.

It was only when the stunning blue of the sky began to mix with swirls of salmon pink and golden melting through fluffy whites were the four of you sitting on one of the benches outside Cinderella’s castle. Families of both locals and tourists had ice cream crêpes in hand as they strolled languigly. You had an ice pop in hand, sharing it with Daichi as he sat next to you whilst cooling himself with the electric handheld fan that you had brought along.

Kōshi was staring dead into your eyes, his silver eyebrows furrowing just the slightest bit as he nudged his chin not-so-subtly to an inattentive Daichi. You scowled silently back at him, wordlessly telling him that it probably wasn’t the right time. Probably. But then he went ahead and gave you a smug look that called you a coward for chickening out whenever the opportunity presented itself by neatly dropping into your laps.

He wasn’t wrong. You had the perfect opportunity to propose just about an hour ago during one of the parades at Fantasyland. Mickey had pulled you in for a dance on the road, and after your little grooving session, you had dragged your boyfriend who was reticent but never tried to hide the fond smile on his face. Poor Kōshi had wasted a good percentage of his battery filming several almost-proposals only for you to chicken out at the last second. You were sure that you weren’t going to hear the end of it if you didn’t get down on one knee to propose in the next hour.

“Do you still want the ice pop?” Daichi asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned to him, shaking your head. Now’s the time, you told yourself. No more backing out. You were going to ask this man to be your partner in life and that was final. How could you not? You’ve known this man close to two decades. He had been by your side the whole time, through the ups and downs, never once letting go of you even when you told him to. To you, he looked no different than he did when you first met him at the shy blossoming age of 15. He bulked a little and sure, there were smile lines and some wrinkles, but that was it. He’s still the same Sawamura Daichi that you fell in love with. “My love, is everything okay? Is there something on my face?”

“Huh?” You blinked. Crap, were you staring at him too obviously? You quickly told him that no, there wasn’t anything on his face other than absolute beauty, to which his cheeks flushed red. Kōshi was staring at you—you knew it from the glaring burning on the side of your face—and you finally reached your arm behind you where your bag was, nervously trying to take the violet box from the confines of the small pocket. You heard Kōshi whisper-yell a not-so-subtle “Yes!” as he fumbled around to fish his phone out.

Daichi’s ochre brown eyes never left your face as he watched you get up from the bench to sink down onto one knee before him. You felt your heart stammering in a jittery, shaking, quaking panic as your cheeks burned beet red. He was patient, waiting and watching you slowly rest your hands over your propped knee. Only then did you realise that the words that you had painstakingly memorised were beginning to disappear from your mind like a drawing in the sand erased up by waves.

“Daichi,” you began. There’s no going back now. “I never thought I’d ever find someone who’s my best friend and lover. I wouldn’t say that you’re my saviour or some shit cause that’s really cringey.” You briefly paused, swallowing the lump in your throat as you tried your best to fight back the tears. Why did you have to get emotional now? You cleared your throat, “Um. Listen. I’m in love with you. I had a script and I forgot what were the specific words on it, but I know this for sure: I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to watch you grow old and have kids who are gonna have kids, who are then gonna have kids, and then we’ll be sitting on rocking chairs at the patio of our house in the countryside, watching the sunset.

“I– fuck, this is embarrassing. But, yeah. I love you, and I’m just here to complete the final objective. I’ve taken your jackets, your firsts, and your heart, and I think it’s time I take your last name.” From the corner of your eyes, you noticed there were a few people standing by to watch. Some of them were obviously tourists and the fact alone made your entire face flush pink. Your eyes were trained on Daichi’s handsome face as he let a lone tear escape before quickly wiping it away and sniffling. He had that smile on his face—the very one that made your heart throb and sing hallelujah—and you couldn’t help but smile too as you revealed the golden ring seated intricately in a sea of white silk of the velvet box that you were holding. “So whaddya say, Dai?”

The second he got down on one knee and took out an identical velvet box from the pocket of his shorts, you let out a loud groan, throwing your head back to stop the tears from flowing freely down your face. You heard the spectators cheer and laugh, and also Kōshi screaming right behind you. Your teeth abused your bottom lip when you returned your tear-filled gaze to him, arms going limp by your sides. You refused to believe this was happening. It was the last thing that you had expected from Daichi, but life was full of surprises, wasn’t it?

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he mused. The corner of his lip curled upward into a sly smirk but the amount of love brimming in his eyes told a different story entirely. “What do you think?” By then, you had tears raining as you folded your feet underneath you so you could sit down and process everything. Even then, you were bawling your eyes out, holding his calloused hands in yours as he heartily laughed, kissing your tears away and pushing your hair out of your face.

“I think I wanna marry the fuck out of you, Dai.” Your shoulders trembled as your heart sang a euphoric tune that you never thought you’d be able to achieve. His bare, warm arms wrapped around you to guide you to sit down on the bench. He took his time wiping your tears and putting the ring on your finger before he did the same for himself.

“Tsk, babe, there are children here.” His teasing chides fell on deaf ears as Asahi and Kōshi joined the both of you, congratulations and teasing filling the atmosphere. You didn’t care that there were children there. Disneyland is one hell of a magical place, and you were just beyond thankful it turned all of your dreams into a reality.

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You Knew Exactly What You Were Doing

A/N: Hi, Hi, and Hi my dears! 

Okay so i got a prompt for this in my ask box today and I had a whole Alexander x Reader half done and then I realised that it had no gumption what. So. Ever. So, batting a few ideas around this is the best thing i would come up with in the painkiller and coffee induced state that this illness has left me in! 

Please don't hate me for this, no one should treat another person like this but the anon was pretty clear they wanted to watch Lin crumble and whelp, I am nothing except extra! 

Enjoy this as always requests and prompts are open we’re going to be updating the prompt list as we go so theres always an opportunity for something new and exciting! Be safe our there guys, i love ya - A.Ham 

Summary: *whispers* I really don't want to give to much away because the ending is like shock horror omg. @isis278 @ruth-hamilton-delrio

Words: 1,700 (give or take) 

Warnings: kind of NSFW ish, I didn’t go full on here but there is reference however I don’t think i swore in this so hey! upsides. 

Prompt:  ✨✨ "You'll fall for anything." "Want to bet?" "I've never been more proud." Alexander or Lin x Reader Reader breaks Alex/Lin's heart and does so with much pleasure and satisfaction. - Anon 

You knew exactly what you were doing that first day.

As you walked in, hood shielding your hair from the ongoing storm outside you passed him on the stairs knocking your phone to the ground almost sending yourself tumbling with it. "oh shit, I'm sorry" Lin exclaimed as he fumbled around to hand your phone back to you. "call it opening night jitters" he continued letting his dark eyes find yours. "hey, no worries Miranda I wasn't paying attention" you laughed staring back at him.

"well, I guess I better get ready" his eyes dropped from yours.

"yeah, see you out there" you nervously mumbled taking the stairs two at a time to get to your dressing room in time for makeup. What you also didn't see that day was the way the rest of the cast noted your exchange with him. As Daveed and Anthony looked on the nervous hands and babbled responses, it was blatant to see you had him hooked from day one.

You knew exactly what you were doing, and so did everyone else.

You had played Peggy and Maria for months, meaning that you were completely comfortable with the fact that you had to switch personalities at the drop of a hat. You had just finished making the corners of your red lipstick sharp when a swift knock on the door echoed around the small room. You grunted a 'mhmmm' at the door before it opened to reveal a smug looking Daveed cocking a hip in your doorway. "you know he's smitten with you right" he said wandering over to you already adorned in purple. You span round in your seat to face him "who are we talking about again?" "Lin, have you not picked up on this yet?" he stared you down. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about Thomas" you scoffed turning back around to face the mirror yet his gaze found yours again through the mirror. "You're playing him [y/n], I know when you're scheming, you've got that look" your lip tugged against your bottom lip as you contemplated what Daveed was trying to tell you. There was no way the Lin could be falling for you, surely not. "whatever game you're playing, stay safe Maria, rumors only grow" he added in a low tone before leaving you with your own thoughts before places.

You knew exactly what you were doing on stage.

Your hands round their way into the mass of dark locks as they did every night, tonight was different. Tonight Lin didn't push you away when he was supposed to. His notes faltered when your hands ran down his body. You eyed him in a concerned way until you saw the lust in his eyes and played into the fact that he was complete infatuated by you. As you sat on his lap and guided his hand to your chest he got there before you could guide. As you walked off stage you left a disheveled Hamilton desperately holding on to every last touch you gave him. You lifted your eyes in search of the night sky and threw up thanks to the real Maria for engaging in your plan.  As you strode into the wings to join the rest of the cast you earned a knowing gaze from everyone, but you simply played off like you had no idea what they were getting at, skipping into your rest place.

You knew exactly what you were doing that night.

You knew it was wrong and you didn't care. The moment that your back hit his apartment door and over confident fingers found their way under your blouse you didn't care.  Inpatient moans falling from lips as you let him play out every fantasy he had about y your graze being diverted to the ceiling as his fingers pulled at hairs of the nape of your neck to gain more leverage to your throat.

You knew exactly what you were doing that morning.

After you woke up and surveyed the scene in front of you. The sunlight beaming through his apartment, you threw on his shirt from the previous night letting your eyes wander across the mass of knocked furniture and torn off clothing you didn't realise the dark gaze Lin had been holding on you. "it is impossible not to fall for you in that lighting" he stated his voice no louder than a whisper through messy hair and sun-kissed skin. You instinctively bit down on your bottom lip only to receive a low grunt of frustration from the equally bruised lips of the genius. "you'll fall for anything Miranda, you're a gluten for love" you whispered back before sliding out of his eye line to make coffee. The satisfaction overwhelmed you when you heard his back hit the pillows with an annoyed grunt from leaving his bed all too soon.

You knew exactly what you were doing and so did Daveed.

"You're going to break his heart [y/n]" Daveed added as you both wandered around Central Park on a lazy Tuesday afternoon. "I am not he knows that this is a game, god even you can see that" you spat back taking another sip of your well-needed coffee. "wanna bet?" he said holding out $100 note in front of your face. You let your mouth form an 'o' shape as you tried to grasp at the money but to no avail. You turned around and stopped the tall man in his tracks. "You're going all the way up to a Benjamin to prove me wrong" you cocked your head to one side studying him. "I bet you $100 that you've got him wrapped around your finger and he begs you to stay" Daveed commented stuffing the note back into his pocket. You let out a low chuckle before the game was set and match. "You're on Diggs.

You knew that this was going to be the most satisfying thing you had ever done.

"its okay they're going to love you. It will be fun!" you said shoving stage door open letting Jack trail behind you sluggishly. Walking through the corridors of backstage you took his hand in yours before you found the green room finally locating everyone. "Family, this is Jack" there was a chorus of hellos from the whole cast some of whom even getting up to greet him with hugs and handshakes all around. Lin, however, stayed in his seat eyeing you up and down, trying to get a read on what the current situation was. You loved watching him squirm, practically seeing every single cog turn around in his brain whilst he tried to figure out who this man was. It was now or never, you have surveyed everyone's reaction before dropped your eyes to meet Lin's dark ones. "My boyfriend" you added softly not breaking the intent stare that you held with the now angry man on the other side of the room.

You had no idea how this was going to play out.

"I've never been more proud [y/n], well done," Jack said leaving lingering kisses on both of your cheeks. "thank you, I'll see you soon" you added before watching him walk away and through the heavy stage doors. The show had gone easier than you excepted it too, better than you expected and you let out a content sigh knowing that another day, another show was done. A hand grabbed hold of your forearm and something that sounded like 'we need to talk, now' came from the lips of Lin still dressed as the man himself as he guided you back to his dressing room. You cleared your throat standing in the confined space in front of him. "what are you playing [y/n] because I can't play on the same level as you" a low grunt being released as he ran his hands through his hair.

"I don't know wha-"

"cut the shit, did those nights mean nothing to you? Did you not feel the same way? god, am I not enough for you is that it" his voiced raised threatening to break as he rocked backward and forwards on his heels practically fizzing from all the thoughts running through his head. "I'm a method actor Lin, you knew this when you hired me. Remember. You hired me, you said I had to get into the head of my character" you mocked cocking a hip though it could barely be seen in the mass amounts of petticoats you were wearing. His faced dropped into something more sincere, he looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn't help but let it fuel everything you had been doing for the past months. "I'm begging you please, you're killing me here, do you want me to get on my knees and beg for you because I will and I know you felt more than you're letting on." his mouth said the words but the pleading in his eyes spoke volumes to you. It always amazed you how expressive his features were, the way his brow furrowed into perfect lines, or his nose crinkled when he laughed.

"maybe a small part of my brain would love you to beg for me, but it's not going to work Lin, this, you practically on your knees wanting me. This is what fuels my performance it drives me" you were trying to justify your actions over the course of your run as Peggy/Maria but nothing could justify it to him, nothing would numb the pain you had brought down on him like a crack of thunder striking out everything you had worked to achieve. You shook your head on your way out making perfectly clear what dynamic you needed to act the way that you did you brushed past him leaving a practically crumbled man in your wake. "please" he begged, "stay with me, just choose me that's all I need"

You let out a giggle being leaving him with your final statement of the night.

"My dear Miranda, Hamilton needs this, you need this. Don't deny it. You love our little games"